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We wanna talk to you about a position

with the secret service intelligence division.

GRAY: Previously onThe Border...

KHALI: A senior information technology consultant.

Wow.

Mike, I can'’t.

KESSLER: That'’s the guy you're seeing.

You mean you really didn'’t know?

If I had, I would'’ve locked him up and thrown away the key.

Minister Hardacre appointed me

ministry consultant on border security

for the president'’s visit.

How would you feel about making this arrangement permanent?

I thought I told you DHS won'’t work with Jackson.

Not on this case, not ever.

The bomb, the shootings,

people getting killed, that'’s all on me.

I'’m sorry about your dad.

Well, I'’m just sorry.

[PA SYSTEM ANNOUNCEMENT PLAYING]

[CROWD CHATTERING]

You see that?

She checked a photo on her phone,

like she was looking for someone special.

Yeah. Who gets into the longest line?

KHALI: Yeah.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

You need to relax...

Muchacho.

Carmelita Sanchez?

Who the hell are you?

ICS.

Hijo de puta!

Lemme go!Step over here.

Right here, please.

KHALI: Cell phone.

This is too easy.

MOOSE: Busted. Nice.

Vete a la mierda!

Calmate, chica.

Officer, can you step outside the booth, please?

[GRUNTS]

Freeze!

MOOSE: Everybody down! He'’s got a gun!

[PEOPLE SHOUTING]

Don'’t come any closer!

Get back!

Okay, we just wanna talk to you.

You need to calm down.

[SOBBING] They'’ll kill my family.

Who will?

They'’ll torture and kill them.

Please, just give me the gun.

No![GUNSHOT POPS]

No![PEOPLE SCREAMING]

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

Hey.

Hey.

Mm, we slept in.

I was thinking maybe we could take a personal day.

Airport customs officers aren'’t supposed to be armed.

How the hell did he get a gun in there?

I'’m guessing security was lax because of the uniform.

Put out a directive.

Customs personnel go through metal detectors

like everybody else.

MOOSE: Yes, sir.

What do we know about the drug mule?

Carmelita Sanchez, 18, landed immigrant,

lives in Etobicoke with her grandmother.

Claimed to be vacationing in Cancun.

Maybe she can tell us who Agent Torres was afraid of.

I gotta warn you, she'’s got a hell of a mouth.

Agent Massi.

How'’re you holding up?

Fine.

I just should'’ve stopped him.

He wasn'’t being rational.

There'’s nothing you could do.

Tragedies happen, you have to accept that.

Yes, sir.

The flight attendant called us from the plane.

You left cocaine residue in the lavatory.

Need a little toot before landing, did you?

[CHUCKLES]

You'’re funny, lady.

We found cocaine around your waist,

around your hips, stuffed into your bra,

and in no fewer than two body cavities.

And I'’m guessing you swallowed some.

You'’ll notice that the toilets in the cells

don'’t flush.

You wanna poke through my shit,

that'’s on you.

You'’re pretty cocky, aren'’t you?

What are you, 18?

I'’m wise beyond my years.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I can see that.

You must'’ve been pretty sure

that you weren'’t gonna be searched.

The people I work for take care of business.

Meaning they intimidated the customs agent

and gave you his picture.

Do these "people" have a name?

[SCOFFS] Get real, lady.

What if officer Torres had called in sick,

or been moved to another post?

They would'’ve killed him.

Like I said, they take care of business.

Officer Torres shot himself

because your employers were gonna torture

and kill his family.

Don'’t you have a family?

Nobody I give a shit about.

Oh, yeah?

What about your grandmother?

[CHUCKLES] Abuelita?

Nobody gonna mess with her.

Aren'’t you afraid they'’ll kill you?

[CHUCKLES]

Life'’s a bitch,

and then you die.

Is that a "13?"

Get your hands off me, cabrona!

[CHUCKLES] Oh, baby.

If you are a drug mule for Mara Salvatrucha,

I am the least of your problems.

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

Carmelita could be Mara Salvatrucha 13.

How'’re we doing with her phone?

SLADE: It'’s a burner,

hasn'’t been used to call in or out.

Only contains the customs guy'’s photo

and some password-protected data.

I'’m running it through a decrypter.

And his bank records?

Nothing stands out.

I don'’t think he was on the take.

See if you can find anything that ties him to MS-13.

And check back through customs surveillance tapes,

see who else he'’s been letting through.

Mara Salvatrucha...

I didn'’t realize they'd expanded this far north.

Yeah, no wonder your guy was terrified.

I think you got something.

Hm? Oh.

What is that? Latitude and longitude?

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

Yeah, Lee Vale could work.

10.30 could be the time,

which just leaves the 13.1.18.3.15.

That'’s straight alphanumeric.

Thirteenth letter'’s M, A, R, C, O.

'’Kay, so she delivers the drugs to Marco

at Lee Vale Park at 10:30.

That'’s in 15 minutes.

Whoa.

[CHUCKLES]

Mm. I'’m starving, what'’s for breakfast?

I'’d cook bacon and eggs,

but I don'’t have a frying pan.

Or bacon, or eggs.

Or plates, or a table.

I got a zen minimal thing happening.

Right, '’cause you're such a spiritual guy.

Well, it'’s easy to clean.

You know, in my book,

a working definition of "grownup"

is "one who prepares food."

Okay. I'’m all about the grownup.

Big talk.

Listen, I'’ll take cooking classes,

I'’ll buy French herbs...

Whatever it takes, I'’m all in.

[PHONE VIBRATES]

So much for the personal day.

GRAY: [SIGHS]

[EXHALES HEAVILY]

Jackson.

How far are you from Lee Vale Court?

GRAY: Ten minutes. Why?

A drug dealer named Marco should be waiting

to meet a mule there at 10:30.

He'’s probably MS-13.

Mara Salvatrucha?

KESSLER: Keep a low profile

until Darnell shows up, but go armed.

Yeah, you got it, boss.

You going someplace?

DHS considers MS-13

the most violent street gang in America.

Breakfast can wait.

HOLLAND: Mr. Mannering and I'’ve been discussing protocols.

MANNERING: As ministry liaison

on border security,

I'’ll need regular briefings

on all open ICS investigations.

I don'’t think so.Major.

The last thing we need is more bureaucratic time-wasting.

Hm. It'’s hardly a waste of time

to report to your superior.

To my what?

He was referring to minister Hardacre.

Speaking of whom,

the minister is on line one.

Shall we put him on speaker?

Good morning, minister.

Let'’s make this brief, shall we?

Mr. Mannering and I were just bringing major Kessler

up to speed on the new protocols.

ICS is supposed to be autonomous.

HARDACRE: The hell it is.

You are to keep Mr. Mannering up-to-date

on all open cases.

I need to know everything you'’re doing down there,

before it shows up on the ten o'’clock news.

That may not always be possible.

When you challenge Mannering'’s authority,

you'’re challenging mine. Do I make myself clear?

KESSLER: Yes, sir.

Let'’s start with the customs officer

who shot himself this morning.

I gather he was colluding with a drug mule.

We'’ve opened an investigation.

ICS cannot investigate itself.

I'’m turning this over to the RCMP.

BASKETBALL PLAYER: Nice!

PLAYERS: Come on! Open, open!

GRAY: Ah, we could watch a game.

Pretend we'’re a nice couple out for a stroll.

No one would buy it.

Ten o'’clock.

[PLAYERS CHATTERING]

Shit!

[GRUNTS] Puto!

GRAY: [GRUNTS]

You realize that'’s a personal foul.

KESSLER: MS-13, or Mara Salvatrucha,

was started by ex-Salvadoran guerrillas

in the barrios of L.A.

They spread virally to the U.S.,

Mexico, and central America,

and have over 100,000 members worldwide.

Are now they'’re in Canada.

Well, they'’ve been here for awhile, keeping a low profile

while they established themselves

in the drug trade.

MS-13 makes a cult out of brutality -

cutting off limbs, decapitating their enemies,

killing women and children.

They have murdered police officers,

prosecutors, and judges.

They look like the jets on acid.

Their favorite weapons are MP5s and machetes.

Machetes... Well that'’s just great.

So mules bring you the drugs and you do what?

Sell them yourself?

You got nothin'’ on me, hombre.

Who'’s next in the food chain?

I ain'’t telling you shit.

I want my lawyer now.

We'’re ICS, not police.

We can hold you 48 hours without one.

Who give me in, anyway?

La chicagive me up?

Hmm?

Because if it is, that'’s very stupid of her.

All right. Witness intimidation,

there'’s grounds for arrest right there.

If she'’s busted, she'’s dead anyway.

We don'’t risk it, not with a, um...

A puta.

Will they risk it with you?

What do you mean?

How long will they let you live?

That'’s different, hombre.

I'’m connected.

Even after word gets out how helpful you'’ve been?

Nobody gonna believe your... lies.

What is that? Is that a skull?

Santisima muerte.

Saint death.

Patron Saint of drug dealers and killers.

MAGGIE: Hmm. Well...

Better say your prayers.

[LAUGHS SMUGLY]

That guy looks suspicious.

They all do.

Nobody can be taped

with a high-angle fixed-lens video camera

and not look suspicious.

[LAUGHS]

[PHONE VIBRATES]

I need to take this.

[CLEARS THROAT] Slade.

Uh... tomorrow?

So soon?

Okay. Sure, 8:30.

You bet.

Wait, should I wear a tie?

Um...

I should, though, right?

Those guys are all sharp dressers.

Secret service?

SLADE: [SHUSHING]

They don'’t know yet.

Not even the boss. I mean, let'’s face it,

I'’m pretty much indispensable around here.

Stop.

I'’ve seen that face.

Run the scanner log.

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

14:26 on the tenth.

That'’s two days ago.

Flight 621 from Mexico City.

[COMPUTER KEYS BEEP, MONITOR BEEPS]

Here he is. Juan Hidalgo.

That'’s not Juan Hidalgo.

No, passport was doctored.

Um, check the wanted lists:

FBI, Interpol, RCMP...

There, number seven on the DEA wanted list.

Hugo Fuentes.

SLADE: Oh.

Aka El Carnivoro...

The carnivore.

That can'’t be good.

High-ranking member of Los Zetas,

second in command of security enforcement

and involved in the trafficking

of multi-ton quantities of cocaine

into the United States each month.

Okay, here'’s an article in the Mexican press

about Fuentes.

Uh, it'’s in Spanish, by...

Ramon Esteban. Huh...

The boss knows this guy.

This journalist, he was here.

"Fifteen people massacred

"in a drug rehabilitation center."

"Severed heads thrown into a nightclub..."

"Grenades thrown into a public square..."

Wow, senor Fuentes is one bad-ass hombre.

Hey.Hey.

We know MS-13 owned the customs agent,

so what was he doing stamping the fake passport

of aLos Zetas capo?

Uh, it'’s a mystery.

Is MS-13 allying itself with Los Zetas?

You know, Los Zetas is way out of MS-13'’s league

when it comes to smuggling.

They use cargo containers and seaplanes,

not brassieres.

No, what MS-13 does well is sell on the street.

El Carnivoro.

You know why they call him that?

Enlighten us.

Because he likes to eat the flesh of his enemies.

You'’re renovating?

Ramon volunteers here,

he teaches literacy skills to Latino refugees.

He should be done in a minute.

Why'’re you doing this, Mike?

KESSLER: Ramon has written extensively about Hugo Fuentes.

His expertise might help us find a very violent

and dangerous criminal.

He came here to escape the drug wars

and now you'’re dragging him back in.

KESSLER: We just want him...He still has the scars

where they burned him.

Terri, he can say "no."

Are you kidding? He'’ll jump at the chance.

KESSLER: [SIGHS]If it were up to him,

he'’d still be dodging bullets in Mexico City.

He only left because he was too badly injured

to stop his friends from putting him on a plane.

RAMON: Finish lesson three for next week, okay?

Okay.

Hello, major.

Mr. Esteban.

Oh, for God'’s sake. Ramon, Mike.

Can we at least get this thing on a first-name footing?

This man entered the country two days ago.

I believe you know him.

Hugo Fuentes.

We were hoping you might be available for a briefing.

RAMON: Of course.

Just make sure you bring him back

in the same condition you found him in.

She'’s very amusing.

Your ex-wife.

Hmm.

Los Zetas were the worst of the Mexican drug cartels.

The Colombians are old news.

Ninety percent of the meth and cocaine in the U.S.

goes through Mexico.

RAMON: Los Zetas were elite commandos

trained by the Mexican government

to fight the Gulf cartel.

They deserted en masse and now they run it.

Real success story.

They climbed to the top by ruthlessly killing anyone

who got in their way.

They massacred women and children,

beheaded police officers.

Once they decide to kill you, there is no escape.

Great. Now they'’re our problem.

One of them, anyway.

Hugo Fuentes, AKA El Carnivoro.

So-called because he devours the competition.

He'’s probably here to tighten his hold

on the Canadian market.

By getting MS-13 to distribute his drugs?

Los Zetas relies heavily on the street gangs

all over North America.

We need to find Hugo Fuentes.

I have a number of friends in the Mexican community.

Um, one of them may have heard something.

We think MS-13 helped bring him into the country.

This young boy I tutor, uh, Rafael...

his older brother Arturo is MS-13.

They are illegal immigrants.

I could offer visas.

He'’s a good kid. He'’s worth saving.

Boss, Mannering'’s here for our prisoners.

What?

The hell he is.

MANNERING: Then get him out of his meeting!

I need you to sign these prisoner release forms.

These people smuggled drugs!

Into Canada, Agent Carver, not the United States.

You'’re out of your jurisdiction.

Drug-running is absolutely in my jurisdiction.

These particular drug-runners

are material witnesses to the corruption

of a customs agent.

ICS cannot police itself.

Now, would you kindly sign the forms.

Unbelievable.

Thank you.

Are you deliberately sabotaging our investigation?

They could lead us to Fuentes.

But you'’d rather play politics

than lock up a narco-terrorist.

[HUFFS] This is Canada, Agent Carver,

not Mexico.

If you want to find narco-terrorists,

I suggest you transfer to El Paso.

[ENGINE REVS]

How do you keep yourself from punching

that asshole'’s lights out?

Emotional repression.

It helps to be a white male.

I used to be more detached.

But ever since the shooting, I'’ve run out of patience.

Yeah.

It'’s like, in a split second, it can all be over

and there goes your chance to do something.

That sound naive?

On the contrary.

Boss!

I picked up a police report.

Automatic weapons fired, two clicks down the road.

[INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

[TIRES SCREECH]

[SIREN WAILS NEARBY]

[UNINTELLIGIBLE RADIO CHATTER]

There'’s no mystery here. It was Mara Salvatrucha,

making sure the prisoners wouldn'’t talk.

The shooter won'’t talk either.

At least we'’ll be able to identify him,

track down his associates.

Officer Beck was a new father.

He'’s... He's got a two-week-old baby.

What am I gonna tell his wife?

You know what this means, don'’t you?

Declaration of war.

You don'’t have to do this.

Don'’t I?

You have a new life here and you can be happy.

A narco-guerra'’s spreading, Terri.

It'’s even infected this peaceful country.

Can'’t you stop him?

Terri...Goddammit!

Ramon and I have a chance here...

He'’s a free man, it'’s not up to me.

But for the record, I agree with him.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

Rafael says he'’s never heard of MS-13.

He'’s not a member yet.

If he'’d been jumped in, he'’d have visible scars.

Thirteen very long seconds of vicious beating.

Some kids don'’t survive.

I'’m not scared.

No?

What about the part when you brutally attack

an innocent person?

An old woman, or a child?

How '’bout your little sister?

When it'’s her time to join,

they'’ll brutally gang rape her.

Is this the life your mother wants for her children?

Shut up about my mother!

She came here illegally, didn'’t she?

Risked everything to make a new life for you.

She works 80 hours a week cleaning houses

to buy those fancy shoes.

Shut up!

KESSLER: If you don'’t help us,

I will deport your mother,

your sister, your brother.

How long do you think Arturo will last in Mexico

before he dies in the drug wars?

How long before they come after the rest of your family?

Tell us about Hugo Fuentes and MS-13.

Arturo'’s friends will kill us,

cut our bodies in pieces.

KESSLER: I'’ll protect you.

Provide visas for your family.

Move you somewhere safe.

What about Arturo?

He wants to leave MS-Trece, but...

Nobody gets out alive.

Blood in, blood out.

If Arturo helps us, we'’ll help him.

He'’s moving up in the clique.

He'’s a guard today, at a meet...

With un hombre importante.

Where is this meet gonna take place?

Lastima, maybe. Or El Alamo.

Or La Segovia.

They have nice chicas there.

Do you know when?

You could try Welook page.

I beg your pardon?

welook.ca.

Arturo writes messages there.

It'’s the page for Santa Muerte.

KHALI: "Psycho and Bebe Hidalgo are now friends."

And look, "Lobo sent Loco a nudge."

Wow. Just... wow.

Hey, you cracked the password.

Some low-level buzz about a guest in town,

but no venue.SLADE: But I checked out those clubs.

La Segovia is closed this afternoon

for a private party.

[INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING][PHONE DIALING]

ALPHA ONE: Alpha Two, do you read?

Alpha Two, do you read?

ALPHA TWO: Alpha Two, copy. On the roof.

Vehicle'’s entered Lane and is slowing.

Vehicle has arrived, a white sedan.

ALPHA ONE: Snipers in position.

Foxtrot, prepare to reverse on signal.

ALPHA TWO: Suspect is exiting the building.

It'’s Fuentes. He is getting in the car.

ALPHA TWO: Suspect has been identified.

Foxtrot, you'’re a go.

FOXTROT: Foxtrot reversing...

[TRUCK BACK-UP SIGNAL BEEPING]

FOXTROT: Suspect successfully diverted.

Nice!

ALPHA ONE: Suspect in play.

Move in Bravo One, Bravo Two.

First team, second team, move in.

[CAR ACCELERATES]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[SIREN WAILING]

[TIRES SCREECH]

Out of the car now!

CARVER: Get your hands on the vehicle!

Hands on the vehicle, where I can see them.

[BOTH CHEERING] Yeah!

Carnivore eats it! Yeah!

[BOTH LAUGHING AND CHEERING]

WOMAN: Congratulation, guys. That was awesome. Great job.

[SIGHS]

OCTAVIA JONES: Congratulations, Agent Carver.

You caught a very big fish.

CARVER: Thank you, ma'’am.

ICS deserves most of the credit.

Fuentes ordered dozens of brutal murders,

some against police and judiciary.

The DEA put a $5 million on his head.

Can I get that in hundreds?

OCTAVIA JONES: Don'’t worry,

your work won'’t go unappreciated.

I'’m gonna recommend you for a commendation.

Thank you, ma'’am.

We picked these guys up when we raided the club.

No ID. I'’m guessing they'’re illegal.

[CRIMINALS MURMURING]

KESSLER: Arturo Flores?

That one.

Take him to interview one.

[SPITS] Puerco!

Come on, amigo, now you'’re pissing me off.

MAGGIE: State your name. ARTURO: Go to hell.

MAGGIE: Arturo Flores.

Brother of Rafael and Lupita Flores,

son of Maria.

I don'’t know those names.

Are you sure?

I just thought you'’d might like to say goodbye

before we put them on a plane to Mexico City.

What'’re you talkin' about?

MAGGIE: Do you have enemies in Mexico, Arturo?

Mara Salvatrucha and Los Zetas certainly do.

How long do you think your family will survive down there?

Send me back, too, then.

We will... To a Mexican prison.

Not so nice, I hear.

What do you want?

Tell me why Hugo Fuentes was meeting with MS-13.

What is it worth?

Visas for your family,

relocation to a safe locale,

a lenient sentence for you in protective custody,

with a visa at the end of it.

Whole new start.

Fuentes found out his enemy was here.

So he gave MS-Trece exclusive rights

to sell Los Zetas'’ products here in the city.

In exchange for what?

A fotografiaof his enemy'’s severed head.

And who is this lucky person?

A jornalistico,

who said some bad things about Fuentes in Mexico.

People know him here, he helps illegals.

Carajo.

Come with me.

Is this the man MS-13 agreed to kill?

Yes.

Ramon Esteban.

There'’s a motel we use for protective custody.

I'’ll post round-the-clock guards.

I hope their widows will be well compensated.

You'’re right, the city'’s not safe.

I know a farm up north

owned by a retired JTF2 sergeant.

I'’ll drive you there myself.

And if I refuse?

You said yourself,

they won'’t stop '’til you're dead.

You think Terri would blame you.

This is my doing, not yours.

You'’re a valuable witness,

we need you alive.

I need to stop by Haven House

to pick up my laptop and a few books,

and to say goodbye.

Of course.

You'’ll go to Haven House and pick up Rafael Flores.

Take him to The Restwell.

That fleabag near the airport?

Pack a toothbrush.

You'’re checking into the room next door.

Some guys get all the glamour.

Moose, you and Darnell

go pick up the mother and sister,

take '’em to the same motel.

And go easy,

the family'’s pretty traumatized.

You got it.

Wow, you look cheerful.

Commendation, baby.

"My work will not go unappreciated."

Well, congratulations.

Wanna help me celebrate?

Expensive champagne

and massage oil will definitely feature.

Mmm...

I gotta spend the night in a cheap motel

by the airport.

Mm... that could work.

Really?

Maybe there'’ll be a heart-shaped jacuzzi.

Oh, yeah, a big fur-trimmed mirror on the ceiling.

Really?

Mm.

[LAUGHS]

Hey.

Anything on the scanners?

It'’s quiet...

Eerily so.

Hey, what'’re these?

Mm. Two-four-A'’s.

They'’re supposed to be filed every time

overtime exceeds 20 hours a week.

Hardacre'’s burying us in paperwork.

I hardly ever put in for overtime.

You'’re here day and night.

You deserve to be appreciated.

Thank you.

I so needed to hear that.

You'’re leaving?

Oh, I got a dinner thing at 8:30.

If I leave right now, I can just make it.

Luckily, there'’s a 42K per hour tail-wind, so...

So go already.

[SIREN WAILS IN THE DISTANCE]

He'’s a good man, Mike.

Believe me, I wanted not to like him.

He called you a "buenagente."

It'’s Mexican for "mensch."

Mm.

Hey, Terri.

Here to pick up the kid.

I spoke to your boss.

Congratulations on your commendation.

You guys do all the work. I just grab the glory.

Hey, she'’s not lyin'.

No lights. Doesn'’t look like anybody'’s home.

DARNELL: Great, now we have to sit on the place

'’til they get here.

MOOSE: Oh! Hey...

Lock'’s broken. Call for backup.

Your mother and sister will meet you at the motel.

You did good today.

If you say so.

I can'’t help thinking,

what if this is the last time I ever...

Touch you, or hear your voice?

I'’m a stubborn man, Terri.

You won'’t get rid of me that easily.

[QUIET WHIMPER NEARBY]

[BOTH SCREAMING]

DARNELL: It'’s all right, it'’s okay.

We'’re from ICS.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

LUPITA: She say,

"you will arrest us?"

No, no, no, no, we'’re here to help.

It'’s okay.

They will come back.

It'’s okay, we'’ll take you someplace safe.

Come with us.

Gracias.

We wait for my brothers?

Your brothers are fine.

Let me give you a hand with that.Thanks.

You okay?

Yeah.

GRAY: Ah, great, that'’s all we need.

You want me to check the circuit breaker.

TERRI: Sure. On the other side of the door.

You know what? Don'’t bother.

The nearest streetlights are out, too.

TERRI: That happens all the time.

At least we got a whole lot of flashlights.

You should get going. You got a long road ahead.

I don'’t like leaving you in the dark.

TERRI: Like I said, we'’re used to it.

I'’ll take these books to the car.

[AUTOMATIC WEAPONS FIRE RAPIDLY]

KESSLER: Get down! Get down!

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

KESSLER: Gray, cover us.

[FEET SCUFFLE ACROSS FLOOR]

[GUNFIRE POPS LOUDLY]

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

Muzzle flashes south-southwest!

TERRI: Oh, my God! Baz!

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Call it in.

[GUNSHOTS FIRE]

Signal must be jammed.

Mine, too.

The phone'’s dead.

They must'’ve cut the wires.

Agent Carver, you and Gray go up the front stairs and collect the residents.

Take '’em down the back stairs.

Terri...

Get everyone away from the windows.

[AUTOMATIC WEAPONS FIRE RAPIDLY][TERRI SHRIEKS]

Shit, there'’s more coming!

RAMON: Rafael!

Can anybody get in through the basement?

The windows are barred and boarded up.

We'’re gonna die here, man.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

[AUTOMATIC WEAPONS RETURN FIRE][PEOPLE SCREAMING]

WOMAN: Mr. Mannering'’s coming for these tonight.

Oh, my God, how much paperwork can one arrest generate?

These are the illegals from the club.

[HAMMER AND TOOLS TAPPING]

They'’re surrounding the building. I make at least 12.

Everybody to the basement, let'’s go!

CARVER: Okay, everybody move.

[BULLETS SPATTERING]

[SHRILL SCREAMING]

Stay down! Stay down low!

Go! Go!TERRI: Keep going! Move forward!

Let'’s go, guys. Come through, come through.

TERRI: Stay low. It'’s okay.

Everybody through, everybody through.

TERRI: Okay, keep going.

[ALL SCREAMING]

[CONSTANT RATTLE OF GUNFIRE]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

RAFAEL: [GROANS IN PAIN]

KESSLER: It'’s just your shoulder.

We'’ll stop the bleeding, you'’ll be fine.

Get down!

[GRUNTS]

I'’m right behind you. Go, go, go!

[GUNFIRE RATTLES RAPIDLY]

Let'’s go, guys! Everyone down! Everyone down! Let'’s go!

Did the barometric pressure just drop in here.

Something'’s not quite right.

Mr. Slade.

Mm.

What, did I lose focus again?

That'’s all right.

We understand that brilliant minds are often eccentric.

Then I must be like a genius.

[CHUCKLES]

Oh, th-that was a joke.

I, I don'’t actually think that I'’m a... although...

I'’ve decided to go ahead and offer you a position.

How does $200 sound?

All right, $250.

That'’s our top offer.

Two hundred and fifty thousand?

That is so...

Wow.

[SINGING SOFTLY]

A siege,

in the middle of the city.

They'’re using silencers.

TERRI: Even if they weren'’t, we'’re stuck between railroad yards,

the expressway, industrial sites.

That'’s why they gave us this place.

No nimby neighbors.

Terri? Can I talk to you?

Out here. Alicia?

MS-13 are covering all the exits.

Shit.

I'’m sorry.

People come here to escape this shit!

I know.

All that endless stupid shit

that people do to each other out there.

[SNIFFLES]

I know.

Do you remember how to use this?

Squeeze don'’t pull.

It always seemed to me like the punchline

of a dirty joke.

[CHUCKLES]

If they come through that door...

Shoot to kill.

I didn'’t know you were a guerrera,

a warrior woman.

You have no idea.

If you'’ll excuse me...

[WHISPERS] It'’s me they want.

If I go out there, they might be satisfied.

After Fuentes'’s arrest,

I promise you, they want all of us.

How are we doing on the Fuentes extradition?

Major Kessler and Agent Carver have started the ball rolling.

And where is the good major?

Driving Ramon Esteban to a safe location.

And no, I don'’t know where.

Get him on the phone. I'’ll ask him myself.

[NO SIGNAL BEEPS] The number called...

Huh. He must be near the escarpment.

It'’s hard to get a signal out there.

I'’m down to my last few rounds.

We'’re gonna have to make a move.

The lights are on two blocks away.

Cell phone jammers have limited range.

I can make a run for it.

Or I could.

To go out on foot would be suicide.

Whose Van is that parked out back?

That'’s Nisha's.

It'’s gotta be 30 feet away.

Like I said, I'’m down to my last few rounds.

Nisha'’s keys.

You cover that door, I'’ll take the street.

GRAY: For the record,

if we don'’t make it...

We will.GRAY: Absolutely.

But if we don'’t...

Me, too.

GANG MEMBER: En la Puerta!

[AUTOMATIC WEAPONS FIRE]

GANG MEMBER: [YELLING IN SPANISH]

[GRUNTING]

[GASPING FOR BREATH]

[ENGINE REVS]

[GUNFIRE RATTLES]

[HEAVY THUD]

[BULLET POPS][GRUNTS]

[TIRES SQUEAL]

Carver, he'’s down!

Cover me.

CARVER: Go.

[GASPS FOR AIR]

[NO SIGNAL BEEP]

Try Agent Carver. Maybe she can shed some light.

[SPEED DIALLING BEEPS]

[NO SIGNAL BEEP] The number called cannot be...

She was on her way to Haven House with Gray.

This Mara Salvatrucha page is almost charming.

There'’s a party tonight.

That'’s a map to Haven House.

Oh, my God.

We need help here! He'’s bleeding out!

Clear a space!

WOMAN: Oh, my God!

Come on, this way, this way!

KESSLER: Careful, careful!We need bandages!

TERRI: Right here.

KESSLER: Okay, ready?

GRAY: [GRUNTING IN PAIN]

TERRI: Here.

Agent Carver, can I have your hand gun?

Just take over, please.

[PEOPLE WHIMPERING]

He'’s lost a lot blood.

Don'’t you die on me.

Two rounds, enough for a last stand.

I'’d make a joke about the Alamo,

but I'’m Mexican.

Do you know how shoot?

I trained with the military when I was a war correspondent.

Don'’t go.

Don'’t go.

Fuertas, mi amor.

[BREATHS SHAKILY]

[RAPID AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE RATTLES OVERHEAD]

[HEAVY FOOTSTEPS STOMP OVERHEAD, GLASS SHATTERS]

[MEN SHOUTING OVERHEAD]

They'’re in the building.

[VOICES GET LOUDER, GLASS SHATTERS NEARBY]

[FOOTSTEPS THUDDING HEAVILY]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[DOOR RATTLES VIOLENTLY]

Wait for my signal.

[GUNSHOTS POP][SHRIEKS]

[AUTOMATIC WEAPON FIRES RAPIDLY]

Stay down!

[WEAPONS FIRE]

[BANGING AGAINST DOOR]

Now!

I'’m out.

[DESPAIRING SIGH]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS]

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]