05x12 - Sleight of Hand

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Announcer: Previously, on Republic of Doyle.

I guess you couldn't wait.

[g*nsh*t]

I love you...

Jake, hurry!

Come on honey. You gotta wake up soon.

Rose?

I need some cash.

Thirty thousand?

With interest, fourty thousand.

You're really crazy.

Today I'm your doctor.

Ah!!!

My divorce is finalized.

Good for you.

Leslie and I are just a thing of the past.

Nikki: I'm really glad that we could do this while I was in town for the conference.

Coffee was nice.

It's good. It's great to see you.

And it was so cool of you to get us a table at Mallard Cottage.

That was so great. Because David, he tried and tried.

But he couldn't get us a reservation.

So... - Really? I mean, it's a busy spot, it's brand new, Todd's a buddy. So it wasn't that hard.

Well it was cool.

What's it like being a mother? It suits you, it seems.

It's great. I love it.

Obviously.

So... are you and Leslie...

Please. Like I said, okay? I just don't wanna talk about Leslie.

I've told you that a hundred times today.

Fine. I just want you to be happy. That's all.

I...

I am.

I'm serious, Jake.

I'm happy.

Wait a second. Are you mad at me because I'm happy and you aren't?

Because I can so feel that coming from you right now.

Oh my God. What are you even talking about?

I'm serious. Getting the table at the restaurant when David couldn't.

Inviting me for coffee.

Nikki, you moved away. Okay, you just had a kid. You came back for a visit.

I wanted to hang out. Is that so wrong?

Are you sure about that?

We used to be married, okay.

And listen. Just do not freak out.

But I think someone's following us.

There's been a black Caddy on our tail for a while now.

A what?

A Caddy.

Nikki!

[Crash]

Jake!

Wait here.

[Punch]

Jake!

Jake!

[Ughhh.]

[Crash]

Wow.

Call the police.

Behind you!

[Crunch.]

I'm calling the police!

No, no, no. No, no, no.

Give it to me.

Good girl.

That looked bad. You guys...

I'm a doctor. So I could help you.

I'll keep that in mind. Thanks.

Hey.

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You know, if this is your way to try to get people into bowling, you might wanna make some changes to the sport.

This was a little excessive, no?

When I saw him last-- his nose wasn't busted.

Yeah, well there's easier ways to try to get a fella's attention-- than to try and run him and his lady friend off the road.

My name is Andre Besson. Does that sound familiar to you, Jake?

Should it? - ***. Where you owe a million dollars in bearer bonds to.

Remember your little fishing trip?

Ah, now it rings the bell.

Good.

I don't actually owe you any money, I mean I didn't steal it from you, so.

No.

But the police have it. Yes.

*** you are the reason why they have it and I do not.

Which puts you in my debt.

And Jake. Please note. In my debt is a terrible place to be.

I don't know what you've heard, but the PI business-- it really isn't that lucrative.

Ah!

Ferme ta guelue, Doyle.

It means shut your mouth.

Let's not waste any more time.

I need a valuable item returned to me.

A red metal tool box.

You find it, and bring it here.

What's in the box?

It's none of my business.

Okay. Well, do I get a lead, at least?

Yes. As a matter of fact.

Oscar Noonan.

Oscan Noonan.

He has it.

Bring him and the box back here. We'll call it even.

And if I don't?

You will be covering the debt you owe me with your life.

Jake: Des, I need you to find Oscar Noonan.

He's got quite the rap sheet.

Yeah. It's obvious he's tied up with the mob.

Do you think they're gonna give him the Colombian Necktie?

Jake that's in the mob--

they take your tongue. And then they--

Des. I don't know what they're going to do to him.

Which doesn't make me feel great.

It doesn't make me feel great either.

I'll find him first. And then I'll figure out what I'm gonna do.

He's got petty theft.

A loitering charge. And weird.

Multiple arrests for dice.

Dice?

Yeah. For running illegal street dice games.

Although I suppose there'd be no street dice games that were legal, hey b'y.

[Kiss.]

What are you. Are you making kissy noises right now?

I'm not. I was stopping a sneeze. I don't know.

Okay. If he's into dice, I think I got a couple of places I can check out.

I'll call you later.

Okay.

Chill.

He can't see you.

Are you sure?
'Cause sometimes I wonder.

Are you still bummed about losing the apartment?

Yeah.

I mean, I like living here. But I just feel like I'm in the way.

Yeah. It would be nice to have a place to hang out without the fear of Jake k*lling you.

Exactly.

So... maybe it's time that we tell him.

No! No, it's not.

Definitely not. Or maybe I could talk to Mal.

He'll have my back. And Jake would never expect such a diabolical alliance. in his own tribe.

Wimp.

Get outta here.

Bye.

Bye.

Oscar: He's got more cheese.

He's got cheese. You got cheese, you got cheese.

It's a lot of money to be made here, right?

The jackpot is getting huge. Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Alright, who's the hot here? Is it you?

Let's go. Come on boys.

Come on! Oh, that is-- so close to being a winner.

But unfortunately, it is not. But I really encourage you to play again.

Hey, hey. Losing streaks, they happen, right? It happened to everybody.

It happened to me. But the thing is, the only way to break one-- is to stick it out. All the good players know that, okay?

You gotta think long term, right? Yeah.

That's the spirit.

Give me that.

Hey, Chachi.

I think that's yours. That was very impressive.

Okay. This guy's five-oh. Run.

Harley.

Hey. What are you doing here? I've been looking all over for you.

How convenient. Because it feels like you've been running from me for days.

What's in this?

Oh this? This is my, uh--
It's not worth anything.

You owe me a lot of money.

That's why I'm working a job, okay? Just let me finish it up. And you can get paid. And remember that none of that-- me paying you, is possible, if you k*ll me.

Oscar.

Payment?

That whole track is kinda over now. I have to cut my losses and make an example of out of you.

Hey there.

Hi. Hi there.

Oh. I'd lay off. He's a cop.

I'm not a cop.

He's a lying cop.

I am not--

a cop. Okay? Just--

I need a moment alone with Oscar before you do--

whatever it is you're planning to do to him.

Yeah? Or I could just bash both of your brains in.

[Smash]

Are you okay?

I just need you to get off the toolbox there.

Could you...?

You're sitting on...

Oscar! Stop right there.

Or I'll sh**t you in the face.

Okay. Okay. Okay. You got me.

Hey, are you here because of that Belarus Triangle?

I swear to God, I didn't know he was your uncle.

What the hell are you talking about?

The truck stop in Virginia?

Swimming pool thing?

Buddy, knock it off, okay? Get up. Get up!

Harley's gonna k*ll me.

Look. Harley is the least of your problems, trust me.

She has something that is very important to both of us.

Come on. Now.

Inspector Smallwood.

There's something wrong with my computer.

The IT guy's working on it upstairs. I'm just--

checking my emails.

Well, feel free to use my office, if you like.

You can have a bit more privacy at least.

Thanks Bennett.

All done.

Sergeant. Everything good?

Yeah. Find Doyle.

I don't remember leaving my email open.

Unless you were using my computer.

No. I was just walking by. Don't let me keep you.

Can I help you Sergeant?

No, I'm good.

Then go earn some money. Catch some bad guys.

Rose?

What's going on? When you're quiet, I get worried.

[Camera click.]
Sorry, Malachy. I'm just taking photos.

Andre: Where is he?

[Click. Click.]

Andre's on some sort of meet.

Mal: Look, you know. I'm fine now.

I might as well come back to work.

Malachy Doyle, you stay put.

Or I'll call the nurses and tell them you're threatening to go AWOL.

Andre Besson is a dangerous guy. You can't blame me for being worried.

Just give me a play by play.

Okay. They're looking in the back of a van.

I'm trying to see what's inside.

Hey!

Don't you screw this up for me!

Mal: Can you see what's in it?
g*ns or televisions? ***

Rose: There are no corpses that I can see. It looks like... electronics?

Maybe medical equipment.

Hey I gotta go. I'll call you later.

Just be careful, okay.

Okay. Love you.

Jake: Who was the missus that I just electrocuted?

Harley Denief. We are... work colleagues.

She's your bookie.

How much do you owe her?

Doesn't really matter now, does it? Uh...

Jake.

That's a great name. Strong, you know?

It says everything when you hear it.

Jake.

Jake.

Jake.

Stop it.

Tell me about the tool box.

Tool box. Tool box. Can you be more specific?

Ow. Ow.

Toolbox.

It's a box. Made of metal that usually contains tools.

Not unlike you.

Now, what's in this particularly tool box?

I couldn't open. You know, I'm good at a lot of things. but picking locks is not one of those things.

[Bang]

Knock it off, okay!

Andre Besson and the Montreal Mob are looking for that box.

And you, I'm assuming.

Now what do you make of that? - Okay, I'm gonna level with you because you saved my life.

I'm a made man. Fully mobbed up. I'm what you call a-- capellini.

That's a type of pasta.

Okay. So, some dude just called me and asked me to do a job. The money was right.

And all I had to do was deliver this toolbox some place.

When was this?

Yesterday? The day before? ***.

I'm a really busy guy.

[Bang]

Ow!

Will you stop doing that?

Listen, do you think that I wanna be involved in any of this?

Because I don't. Trust me.

So let's just find the toolbox. Give it back to Don Corleone. And then-- you can live the rest of your life in freedom from running from the mob.

Capisce?

[Ring]

Hi.

The cube van belongs to a delivery service, and it was schedule for a drop off at that location today.

Was it supposed to be carrying medical supplies?

Yeah. The cargo manifest accounts for it.

Who owns the merchandise?

A holding company registered to--

Andre Besson.

Okay. He owns it. It's legit.

Yeah.

He owns a chain of bowling alleys.

The one here is the largest east of Montreal.

Listen, Tinny.
***

You know how he gets about dragging you into this kind of stuff.

Yeah. I know. See ya, Rose.

Okay. Bye.

Oscar: Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.

What are you doing, man?

You know she wants to k*ll me, right?

She's not gonna be very dangerous without this.

[Crash]

No. No no.

No, no, no.

Hey wait.

Hold on, okay?

[Crash]

You think I'm joking, Oscar?

No.

Okay. Here. I'm choking.

Wow. Really? I hadn't noticed.

[Punch]

Oh. Ow.

What?

As evidence.

Because you're perverted, that's why.

[Punch]

Jake: Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Take it easy there.

Why didn't you do this first and then go get the box?

Because I didn't want Harley here to feel cheated.

Harley. You got the pictures of his broken face.

That's gonna have to be the example that you wanted to set.

It's not what I had in mind.

Well, it'll have to do.

And your lucky you're getting off that easy after what you did to my window.

So let's just let -- bygones be... whatever.

Not a chance.

***

Seven working days.

Shut up.

Harley: You just made an enemy out of me, Jake Doyle.

Yeah, well, there's a fraternity full of ye.

Welcome to the club.

Bye bye.

You let her b*at the hell out of me, man.

[Ring]

How else are you supposed to learn?

Why are you not answering your girlfriend's calls?

She's my ex-wife.

Whatever.

***.

What are we doing now?

I'm gonna call Andre. Find out where we're supposed to meet.

And if your lucky, you'll get out of this alive. Now... put 'em on.

Put them on.

Des: Do you have any... eights?

Des. We're playing poker.

Then I fold.

Well played, sir.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You want to talk about it?

Something on your mind?

Aside from gangsters trying to k*ll us all? No.

Is it just me, or have you been spending a lot time with Tinny lately?

What? What?

Because if it's what I think it is, I want you to know I'm okay with it.

Oh. I mean, oh.

I almost d*ed, Des.

Take it from me--

Life is short. You need to enjoy every second of it with the people you love--

Mal, uh.

You're a good boy.

You love my granddaughter.

I do?

I do! I do!

So. Remember that. I trust you.

Pick 'em up.

Should I tell Jake, do you think?

No. But I hate to say this. If you're dating Tinny, you need to move out of my house today.

But I just lost my apartment.

Don't care. Move in with Jake.

I can't have you under the same roof. The end.

Alright Oscar, look. I like ya, okay?

But I'm sticking my neck out here. Is there anything you're not telling me?

I'll tell you anything you wanna here, if you let me out of these cuffs.

I can't let you outta the cuffs.

Because, although I like you, I don't trust you.

And I'm afraid you're gonna run off somewhere.

Wow. You're good at lock picking.

This is a very stylish jacket.

I love it. Classic, yet new looking. Impressive.

Very nice.

How did you get out of the cuffs?

I'm double jointed.

What?

Come here.

Huh? What? No! What?

No. I'm not going in there.

What?

I gotta put you in here. Because--

It's the best place to keep you save and to keep you from, you know, bolting.

No, I'm sorry, man. I'll do a lot of things.

But this is one thing I will not do. I will not go in the dumpster.

I'm not going in there!

Just watch your fingers.

Jake! Jake!

I gotta lock it, so--

I think there's some diapers in here.

Breathe. Naturally.

You have the metal box, which is good.

Where is Oscar Noonan?

First things first, Andre.

We both know that you hired Oscar to find the box. And we both know that it's empty.

You used it to lure me here. Why?

You're a little to clever for your own good, I'm afraid.

Have you forgotten our agreement?

Okay. A,

I didn't agree to anything.

And B, I don't care what you, or your thugs are gonna do to me.

I'm not gonna help you k*ll Oscar Noonan.

She's gone.

She took Oscar.

You idiot.

Wait a minute.

What is going on here?

Why do you want him so bad. What is he to you?

Oscar Noonan is my brother.

And now you may have gotten him k*lled.

Jake: Look, Dad.

Just stay put until you hear from me, okay.

Sure. I'm keeping Des as backup.

Oh yeah. He's gonna save you.

Des: Dude. ***.

Des, listen.

Some skeety guy names Oscar stole my phone.

I'm using my other phone, okay. I need you to track my real one.

Sure.

Des.

Find the phone. And text me on this one if you find anything. All right?

What do you got?

***.

Nothing definitive.

Do you think it's the truth?

He didn't seem like he was bluffing.

And honestly, I don't think Oscar knows.

Apparently Besson and Oscar are related on the father's side.

But they got different mothers.

What else do we know about Andre?

Okay.

Andre Besson from Montreal. Born into the job.

Father was a Boss. Has a rare blood type--

B negative.

Married. Has kids. Loves dogs.

I don't know, Jake. He's a bad guy.

What about Harley?

Any relation to the Bessons?

No. She's a well known skeet bag taking bets around town.

But no connection to the Mob.

[Message sound.]

Rose, I gotta go.

Leslie.

So nice to, uh, see you. Hi.

Hi. Uh, I heard you were back in town and that you have a--

Baby.

Yeah.

Yeah. He's great.

Listen, so Jake and I-- he left me a message, so I know he's still alive.

Alive? What are you talking about?

He told me in his message not to tell you. And--

not to tell the police. But--

I'm worried.

Tell me everything. Especially if he told you not to.

Okay. So, we're out for coffee.

Nothing for you to be worried about. Just a simple hi--

How are you.

Nikki.

I mean, he did insist ***.

It's more about him hating David.

Nikki.

What happened?

Okay. So... these guys. Well, they--

They kidnapped him.

Malachy. You can't be at that.

Is that right?

Yeah.

I think I'm at it, son.

Well, I'll press the call button.

You do. And I'll press you into the floor.

Well you win, again.

How deep is Jake into this thing?

Those guys are pretty serious.

Apparently.

Oh, no, no, no.

Des.

Give me the pants.

No, Mal, this is for your own good.

I'm not kidding around, Des.

Give us the pants.

Or you gets a lift up in the hole. Do you hear me?

I'm only surrendering these pants to you because I'm dating your granddaughter.

And because you can kick my ass.

You're stubborn Malachy.

You knows your supposed to stay here. We just--

We just want you to get better.

Harley: You'll do anything to get out from under me, won't you?

You're not my type, at all.

And don't take that personally.

Because not many women are.

Well, I'm not a big fan of men. So we're even.

Is that who I think it was, chasing after us back there?

Yeah. Yeah. You're in a whole mess of trouble now.

Andre Besson does not like to be messed with.

And I'm a close *** to get me back.

Maybe they'll reach into their deep pockets and pay to get you back.

Let me think on that while we go for a ride.

[Ring]

What?

If I was you, I'd get out of the way.

Phone. Now please.

Oscar. Get in the car!

You know, the door actually works, right.

Yeah, you're right.

I think I cut my bum.

She hits really really hard.

You'll live.

What if I have some sort of internal blood loss?

Hey. If I lose too much blood-- you gotta tell the doctors I'm B Negative.

They'll need to know that.

About that.

What if I was to tell you that Andre is also a B Negative kind of guy.

Really.

What if I was also to tell you that

Andre's also your half brother on your father's side.

What did you say?

Your brother.

Well, he's mobbed up.

I mean, I was an orphan.

Growing up. I never had a--

Andre Besson's my brother? He's like my-

Real brother?

It seems like it.

***.

How is being married to the mob gonna be good for you?

Well, the obvious benefits.

Cash flow. Honour.

Family helping to get rid of people who b*at me up.

Unbelievable.

You want Andre to whack Harley for you.

No. No, no, no.

But suggesting a pair of concrete boots in her size might speak volumes.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute. Do you have my phone again?

Yeah, sorry man. It's a force of habit. I just get drawn in by the force of your jack and I have to steal your phone.

[Ring]

Jake: Rose. Good news, I've got Oscar.

That's wonderful.

Because I've got Rose.

Your office. Fifteen minutes.

And this time I'd better see you bring Oscar through the door.

Son of a...

I don't know how you do things.

But our family reunions don't usually involve g*n play.

Taking nitroglycerine, huh?

The only reason I notice is because my husband had a heart att*ck a few years ago.

A lot of dr*gs.

Diet change is not easy.

That's why you bought the medical equipment.

You're dying.

I'll need to rely on those machines soon.

I've got to die in my own bed.

I don't know-- how long I got.

I just wanna spend some time with my only brother before it's too late.

And he's on his way here.

Tinny: Des.

It's me. Just calling to say hi.

Wondering if you wanna have supper later. Maybe at Poppy and Rose's.

[Beep]

You need to come with me.

Excuse me!

No questions. Just walk with me now.

Ow.

Not so nice, is it?

Scream. Or try anything like that again and I'll have to k*ll you.

I don't want to k*ll you. But I will.

***.

Ah, ah, ah...

Now.

You let Rose go.

And you can have Oscar.

Oh, you haven't got it in you, friend.

Buddy, you thr*aten mine--

and you have no idea what I'll do to yours.

Please, Mr. Besson. I've been beaten up a lot today.

And it's like a three percent chance I'll survive getting my chin blown off.

Jake: Lay the g*n on the floor and kick it over to me.

Now.

Do it!

Oscar.

Get outta town!

I do that too-

when I'm nervous.

So did our father.

So this brother thing. It's legit.

It is.

Wow. Cool.

***.

I've never had family before.

You're all I have left.

Our father passed a few years back.

The rest of my family's gone.

It's only us.

Oscar, why do you have a g*n pointed at me?

Jake. I appreciate everything you've done for me. I do.

But I can't let you turn him in. He's my bro now. So,... I gotta go.

Andre: Good job, Oscar.

Good Job.

And as for you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Would you do me a family solid and not sh**t Jake.

Sure.

But don't ever let me see you again, Mr. Doyle.

There's nothing that I'd like more.

What do you think about going somewhere to sit. Get to know each other?

That'd be. Pow! I mean, that's be great.

Close the door.

There is something very wrong about this whole thing.

I guess even made men have feelings.

Maybe he just wanted to connect with the only blood he has left.

Andre's dying,

Jake.

Andre's what?

It's his heart.

If Andre's dying.

And he just happens to have a rare blood tipe that Oscar also has, Compatible blood and tissue matches.

Andre needed a new heart.

Andre doesn't want to connect with his half brother.

He wants his heart.

Uggh.

Well now.

Jake. Are you okay?

I talked to Nikki. Pick up your friggin' phone.

Sergeant. You got a sec?

Not if it has anything to do with your uncle, I don't.

It has to do with this. ***.

This is police issue.

I know.

Are you saying that someone from the force was trying to bug your personal phone?

I think someone's using me to look into Uncle Jake.

What?

I checked my history.

And someone was searching my computer for Jake Doyle.

I know I wasn't.

I'll handle it. Try not to worry about it.

Jake: Look. We gotta find

Oscar before Andre literally rips his heart from his chest.

Family tissue match. Better chance Andre's gonna survive a heart transplant.

Wait. If you're gonna transfer a human organ, don't you need, like a load of dry ice?

Yeah. It's like bringing fish home on a long driving trip.

Well maybe Andre bought--

Already checked. Okay.

Andre's holding company had a quantity of dry ice delivered to 200 Ropewalk Lane this morning.

200? Isn't that right next to the bowling alley?

It is. Good job Rose.

Thank you.

Jake: Oh hey. Remember me?

[Punch]

Oh. Am I too early for the glow bowl?

No. But you're just in time to get your head knocked off.

[Bang]

Strike! Well. More of a spare, really.

Mmmm!

Shhh!

Mmmm!

When I take this off, don't say a word.

Arrgh!

The reunion went really, really bad, Jake.

You gotta get me outta here.

Okay, shhhh!

That's exactly what I'm trying to do.

I mean, he's trying to take my heart.

I've stolen some stuff over the years, but this?

It's a little extreme, I know, I know.

He's my brother.

I mean, I don't even know where to begin.

I'm the full range of emotions today, man!

Okay. Look. Buddy.

We'll find you a good therapist. But we gotta go. Now.

Nikki: Get your hands off me!

Quiet.

Nikki?

Jake!

Oscar. I'm gonna get you outta this. But first I'm gonna need your help.

Just so you know, Mr. Crazytown, I am not a surgeon, or a transplant specialist.

Well, my doctor was held at security and couldn't make it from Montreal.

And as the clock is ticking, you're my only option.

I hope, for your sake, you're good at winging it.

I told you--

If you fail, everyone close to you will die.

Like your husband, David, yes?

And that's a terrible place to be for a young mother,

Nikki.

Nice to see you, Jake.

Oscar.

Jake.

Jake: Are you okay?

Been better. You?

Same.

For the record, I'm doing pretty terrible.

Andre: I know she's your ex-wife, Jake.

I will blow her head off right now.

Jake.

Please don't.

Drop the g*n.

Drop the g*n!

Doyle.

Cuff yourself to that table over there.

Oscar, please. Get *** table, brother.

Andre. If you took, like, a minute to get to know me, you'd see that I'm a good earner.

I could make enough money to buy you a new heart from someone not so-- alive maybe?

So, Besson.

What do you think your chances are of actually surviving this thing?

Better than yours.

Oscar is doing a good thing.

The Besson empire will continue to grow, because I'll be there to run it.

Think of it as a sacrifice for our family.

You know Oscar--
It's really too bad that your brother doesn't have the same kind of flexibility that you have.

You're--

You're not gonna really do this, are ya?

Why not?

He's a bastard child.

Only good for one thing.

My spare parts.

Nikki--

Oscar! Go!

No more of your garbage, Doyle.

I'm a man down and I'm tired of you.

This is not at all how I wanted this to go.

Can we get back to it?

Yeah. Thanks a lot. I'll look into it.

Something the matter?

I don't know. You tell me.

I'm not following you, Sergeant.

Okay. Let me spell it out for you.

Constable Doyle came to me. She found a bug in her phone.

That's interesting. Does she know how it got there?

No. But whoever did it was searching her computer for info on Jake Doyle. Is your computer fixed?

Inspector?

Are you accusing me?

Are you looking into Tinny Doyle?

Fine. I'll talk to the Brass, then.

Wait.

It's not Tinny, or Jake.

It's a long old story.

But you're gonna have to trust me.

How am I supposed to trust you?

What I'm looking into.

It could run right up the flagpole to the top.

I need to make sure that no one knows what I'm doing.

I think there might be someone working from the inside.

Now, I know you're clean.

In fact, I picked you because of it.

And what does this have to do with Tinny?

Oscar: Okay. Andre.

I know there's this tendency in your line of work to be a little revenge-y.

But this whole pound of flesh thing. Don't you think you're taking it a bit literally?

Jake: Obviously the concept of brotherly love is lost on him as well.

Okay. Get to it, doctor. We have a helicopter to catch.

Okay.

Okay. But first we have to prepare the transport cooler.

Jake.

I need Jake to transfer the dry ice from one of those styrofoam containers over there.

Doyle.

Do it.

You heard the man.

Just go.

Okay, so put the gloves on.

Put the dry ice in that container.

Good.

Okay, now put the water in.

Put the water on it.

Okay.

Now shut it.

Latch it.

Jake: Nikki look out!

Ahhhh!

[Bang]

Doyle.

Michael: Doyle.

Oof!

Stay there!

[Bang.}

Nikki: Jake!

He's losing a lot of blood.

Oscar.

That was quite a ride.

Sure was. I forgot how ridiculously dangerous it is to be around you.

Hey. Hold on a second, okay?

Jake.

Well, you look a lot better than you did a few hours ago.

Yeah, well. I lost a lot of blood. But your...

Nikki: Just--

Nikki.

Right. She saved me. She saved my life.

Yeah. You almost d*ed. Except, you were lucky that someone here just happened to have your exact blood type.

I guess so.

[in French] I can't believe my blood is saving this moron's life.

My blood is saving him? Really?

Thank you. That's very generous.

Keep looking over your shoulder, brother.

Locked up or not, I can still get to you.

And I'm not done with you, Mr. Doyle...

Jake: Don't mind him.

He'll get over it.

I really owe you a lot, man.

I do. And I got this feeling that this whole experience is gonna like change me for the good.

Glad to hear it Oscar.

You take care, my friend.

What do you think? Shall I drive you home?

That would be great. Seeing as my rental car is totaled. Thanks to you.

Harley: I told you.

This isn't over between us.

Should I be as excited as I am hearing you say that to me?

No, you should not.

Trust me.

Hey.

Okay. Don't freak out.

But I was supposed to move into my apartment.

But it fell through.

And I don't have anywhere else to live.

No, no, no, no. What?

Well, Malachy--
***.

Why would he do that?

Malachy's getting old.

And...
He *** through too many young people walking around.

You know. Anyway, it's gonna be great.

I got it all planned out. I got it all planned out.

So, it's gonna be good. I'm gonna take the room down the hall.

The closet.

The room, the room! The small room.

And then you and I, we share the kitchen. We share the bathroom.

I can cuddle you at night, if you're cold.

I would never do that.

But-- the other stuff.

How long? - Not very long. I just need a place to crash. Just for a little while.

Okay?

You know, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

This is a bad idea.

Bad idea. I guess I'll just go out in the cold.

Knock it off.

I can't believe I'm gonna say this. But you can stay.

If--

you stay out of my way and you know it's temporary.

And it's not for long.

It's fine.

Gear. Perfect. 'Cause I think I can fit my canoe right in along there.

I'm just joking. I don't have a can--

Oh, what time is it? Let's listen to Big Tom's Shed. Dibs on the couch.

You on your way out?

Yeah.

Long day.

Hot bath and bed.

I hear ya.

So, any word on who was looking into Jake?

It was a tech. She's got a bit of a crush on your uncle.

That's all.

Thanks for looking into it. I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah. Have a good night.