04x09 - Retribution

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Previously on Republic of Doyle.

Okay the whole thing was just like a huge misunderstanding.

You smashed through a glass partition.

And att*cked a prisoner.

Do I have to remind you who I am?

I wanna a story. And you owe me.

Help Jake out of whatever mess he's in.

Like his partner?

Yeah. Sure.

I don't know how this happened. Weird.

Our outfits.

Jake used me as an excuse to b*at the pulp out of Crocker.

That's not what happened.

We need to talk.

It's almost like he wanted me to att*ck him.

Well he was supposed to be shipped out.

Doctors won't let him leave until he heals up.

I'm an idiot.

It's all there.

All the information I've got on Doyle so far.

You don't mind doing this?

No second thoughts, I hope?

Walter: Leslie is gonna k*ll you.

Not as bad as she's gonna k*ll Kyla.

[Applause.]
Woo! Woo!

Leslie: Justin is twenty one...

I remember when it looked like she wouldn't get through high school.

Let alone this.

They grows up some fast, wha?

Yeah. They sure do.

She was top of the class.

So was Jake, wasn't he?

I was hoping you wouldn't make that particular comparison.

Where is your famous son, anyway?

Malachy: Remind me, for his next birthday, we're buying Jake a clock.

And a watch.

Oooh. A clock-watch? I'll go in on that.

Something must be going on. Jake would never miss this.

Hockey Mask Man: No, no, no, no.

What's he doing?

This is not part of the boss's plan.

What are you doing? What is he doing?

Black Kerchief Man: He's a private investigator.

He can identify us, okay?

You stop this. We need to keep our cool here.

She's right, man. This has gone too far.

Listen to your friends. You're in way too deep.

Leslie: Katrina--

Tinny Doyle.

Wooo!

Leslie: Tinny's from St. John's.

She's named on the Dean's list.

And enrolled in a Bachelor of Arts, with a major in Police Studies.

Congratulations Constable.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Malachy: You did good, kid.

Yeah. We all did.

She's, um, something else.

Despite the genealogy.

No matter what. Tinny is a Doyle.

No one can take that from her.

Yeah.

That's what I'm talking about.

Tinny might have to make her first arrest this evening.

'Cause when I get home, I'm gonna behead Jake.

Jake: Think about it, okay.

If what you're thinking about doing is m*rder, there's no mulligans, when it comes to k*lling someone.

Kerchief Man: Time to shut you up for good.

[Smack.]

Hockey Mask Man: Wallace! Stop!

Just take it easy.

Wallace?

That's a nice name.

So what do you think, Wallace?

Is it m*rder?

Or do all of us just want to forget this ever happened and we go home.

What do you think?

Wallace: You said my name.

Hockey Mask Man: I'm sorry man.

It was an accident, Wallace.

Wallace: You said my name again.

Now he can identify us to the cops.

Now I gotta go and k*ll him, okay?

And it's gonna be on you.

Hockey Mask Man: We can't k*ll anyone.

The boss will be pissed.

He's expecting us.

Let's just leave him.

What's it gonna be, Wallace?

Don't let him rattle you.

Hey! Hey!

Stop.

Wallace: I'm not rattled.

Don't you worry.

I hope you like the heat.

Get off me.

Sorry man. I really am.

Not as sorry as you're gonna be when I get out of here.

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The uniform suits you, Thanks.

I don't know about the gloves, but--

Whatev.

Where's uncle Jake, anyway?

I'm not sure babe.

But I know that he wanted to be here.

So I bet you he's just-- on fire somewhere.

Des: I got the whole thing on tape, anyway.

So Jake will be able to see exactly how beautiful you look in high-def.

[Ring]

And you look beautiful in any def.

If that's Jake, tell him he's dead to me.

For good this time.

Hello.

Jake: Rose.

I'm texting you an address from a girl's cell phone, okay.

I need you to get me the billing address.

Some girl's cell?

It's important. Trust me.

Jake.

You missed Tinny's graduation.

It's not sitting too well with your father.

Look, I don't have time to get into it right now, but-- a bunch of people just tried to light me on fire.

Literally?

Afraid so.

Just get me the billing address.

And ask Dad to meet me there. Okay?

Yeah. Okay, I'm on it.

Is that him?

Yeah. Good news is--
He's alive.

But Kathleen was right.

Someone did try to k*ll him for real.

What?

We gotta go.

I gotta track a number for him.

Ha. Ha. Ha You're all hilarious.

Very, very funny.

Hood: Despite my feelings for Doyle, this wasn't me.

But you didn't have enough sympathy to get up off your arse and take them down.

Anything exciting on the go?

Boring case out at the Health Sciences.

Bunch of stuff stolen.

Probably looking for dr*gs.

I think I know just the officer for the job.

Hayward.

You're up.

Do a good job, now, won't you?

I'll try my best.

It'll be in your best interest to do a little better than that.

Hey.

I've been in the doghouse myself, once or twice.

All it takes is one good case to get you back in the game.

Monica: Oh, I'm working on something.

Your niece's graduation?

You missed your only niece's grad from Cop school.

What in the love and honour of God happened to you?

Three dickweeds grabbed me, knocked me out, tied me up and tried to see if I'd change colour when they lit me on fire.

You stink.

Worse than your regular combination of whiskey and shame.

And the dickweedette, she left this cell phone behind.

I managed to grab it.

Rose ran the number.

Couldn't get into the account, but she got a name.

Margot Furling. And this address.

I tell you. If they're inside that house, I can't be held accountable for what I'm gonna do to them.

Why start now?

I'll catch up.

I'm gonna touch base with Rose.

Oh, and son, seriously.

I know you're stupid.

But don't do anything too rash.

You got me?

[Ring]

[Ring. Ring.]

Rose: Mr. Manning, I'm so sorry that Jake was unable to provide security detail for you today--

[Ring. Ring. Ring.]

Courtney, Doyle, Doyle, and Rose.

Five rings. What took you so long?

Why do you sound far away?

You wouldn't understand the lengths I have to go through to entertain myself, now that Tinny has a new job.

Three masked idiots att*cked Jake this morning.

We need to find out who's behind it.

Well, Jake's made a lot of enemies over the years.

And technically, you'd be number one on that list.

Des.

I know, I know.

You have a solid alibi, captured on film by me.

However--
You may have used a body double.

We have a name.

Margot Furlong.

Look into her.

And anyone who might have a vendetta against Jake.

I'll check in with you later.

Okay. I gotta run. Jordan Manning just called.

We were supposed to work a special security detail for his diamond shipment today.

Jake was handling it, but--

I'm going to head over there now.

Do you need some backup?

You know, gemology has been a hobby of mine for, like, days now.

Thank you. But I'm good honey.

Alright?

Okay.

A list of Jake's enemies.

I'm gonna need a bigger board.

She's not here.

Malachy: All addressed to Margot.

I'm feeling this was no random att*ck.

Did you date this girl, or something?

Ha. Ha. I know it wasn't random.

She knew exactly who I was.

Huh.

A sixty day recovery chip.

What are you doing?

Where are your gloves?

Okay, look. This isn't a crime scene.

Alright?

This place is not gonna be swarmed with people with funny little hats dusting for prints.

Jake.

Jake. Look at me.

Are you alright?

Yeah. I am.

Good. Don't go off on me.

Looks like this place was turned over pretty good.

By Margot, maybe.

Job goes sideways. And then she skips town.

Grabs all her clothes.

She tears the place up trying to get all her stuff and get out of here.

And then the trail goes cold.

Not necessarily.

Margot, I'm assuming.

Who's the guy?

Hello, Wallace.

You know him?

Jake?

Wallace: I hope you like the heat.

Smoke damage your hearing? Do you recognize him?

Oh yeah.

He's the one who lit the match at the Jake Doyle barbecue.

[Applause.]

Katrina.

Sorry to bother you.

You look busy.

Just a case --

A B.S. break and enter with some missing body at the Health Sciences.

Waste of time, if you ask me.

Okay then. That blows.

It's your first day, right.

In that I graduated, like, an hour ago. Yeah.

Get into some real working clothes.

You're coming with me.

I'll meet you at the car.

Malachy: Seems awfully personal to me.

Could it be someone we know?

Maybe. The guy in the goalie mask.

He kept referencing a boss.

In all seriousness, Des is putting a list of suspects together who might want you dead.

But we need a small army and about ten years to get through it.

Is that supposed to make me feel better?

My point is:

Of all the people who could be behind this, Kevin Crocker is number one on my list.

Speaking of --

You knew he was Tinny's biological father.

But you never said anything. Why?

It wasn't my business to tell anyone anything.

And I thought you might do something stupid.

Like, I don't know, break through prison glass and put him in the hospital.

Not everything is about you, you know.

Yeah, well, if Crocker's behind this, and he hired the three Stooges to come after me --

Well, I'll tell you --

Not even paternity is gonna save him.

Aren't we supposed to be at the hospital, or whatever?

If you don't mind me asking, what are we doing here?

I have a little errand to run first, constable.

Keep up.

Yeah.

Jake. That photo you sent.

I got him.

Wallace Thompson.

I found him on Margot's Facebook page.

He works in a local garage, is not in a relationship, went to PWC and is a male.

Des, text me the address, and keep looking into Margot and Wallace, see if you can find anything else.

[Ring]

It's Rose.

Malachy, I'm at Manning's Studio.

He's pretty pissed that Jake was a no-show.

Probably not a good idea to tell our client that Jake was fending off a pack of crazy fire bugs.

Yeah. I think I can smooth things over.

Listen, is there anything I can do to help you?

See if you can get your contact to look into any unsolved crimes in the Torbay Road area.

That's where they grabbed Jake.

Okay, I'm on it.

Sorry about that.

No worries.

And I'm sorry about before.

I get a little edgy this time of year.

Well, it's a lot of diamonds. I totally understand.

This has to go smoothly.

Half my business is custom jewellery.

But the other half, most of the profit, comes from selling stones to smaller businesses.

Just out of curiosity.

Doesn't the courier have its own security?

Yes.

But we need you, to be extra, extra safe.

Well, that's why I'm here.

Oh, and I almost forgot.

Oh, yes. An authenticator.

Yeah, I know.

It generates a code every twenty minutes.

So I'm gonna need this to open the front door.

And for the safe.

Oh, and I'll need the other one back from your colleague, Jake, was it?

Yeah.

I'll get on that.

[Ring]

Hello?

Hello Wallace.

You should know. I don't like the heat.

At all!

Jake!

Easy. Easy.

You made it out alive. I'm surprised.

To be honest, I didn't expect that.

Am I ever rotted with you.

[Punch]

You had to realize that was coming.

Jake. Jake. Slow down.

Do you guys expect me to believe you're here to k*ll me or something?

What we really need right now, are answers.

You know what? I don't want answers.

I just want to kick the friggin' face off--

You know what?

Do whatever routine you got planned.

I ain't saying nuthin'!

Oh yeah? I got an idea.

How about I take this lighter fluid, and pour it all over you.

And then I'm gonna light you on fire.

How's that sound?

I got a feeling that you'll light a hell of a lot faster than I will.

Jake, think about this. Come on.

Dad!

Stop telling me what to do.

Why did you come after me!?

Knock it off buddy!

It's freaking gross.

It is gross, isn't it?

You know how I'll get it off?

By lighting it.

Okay. We were set up to do a job.

Things got out of hand. That's all.

Out of hand?

Who hired you to grab my son?

I don't know. Some guy. I don't know!

All right. Do it. Light it.

I'm starving. We gotta eat soon.

Hey man, what kind of father are you, anyway?

You listen here.

This--

It probably won't k*ll you.

But I guarantee you're gonna feel it.

Oh yeah? I don't think you're gonna do that.

Not a chance.

Watch me.

Hold on! Hold on! Don't, don't!

Who hired you?

Who's the boss?

Okay. Margot, Margot, okay?

She mentioned some guy's name. She brought me in for the job.

But I didn't meet no boss.

What about the other fella? The fella in the goalie mask?

She knows him!

I didn't get no name.

They set this whole thing up, man.

Speaking of Margot-- your girlfriend.

Where is she?

Ex-girlfriend.

I have no idea where she is, man.

Monica: Let him go.

What do you think you're doing?

Is that lighter fluid?

Jake: We were just --

I was helping him fill up his Zippo.

What are you even doing here, anyway? Tinny?

Yeah.

It's Constable Doyle now.

Wally!

Get back here!

Not another step, Jake.

Monica.

Monica, we have to go after him.

He tried to k*ll Jake.

We were just about to find out why, okay?

Wally, I'm gonna k*ll you.

[expl*si*n.]

What the hell is going on?

Looks like Jake's a man of his word.

Put your hands behind your head.

Now.

Do you actually think that I'd blow someone up in front of a cop?

I mean, not that I'd--

blow anybody up in front of, you know, anybody.

The b*mb attached to Wallace Thompson's car was remotely detonated.

By something like a cell phone.

That you were holding.

This phone.

What do I look like? McIver?

I mean, granted, when McIver was actually on the air, there was no such thing as cell phones.

So that really didn't make a lot of sense.

You know Jake.

Ever since I met you, my life has gotten worse.

And I have a feeling you have that affect on a lot of women.

Leslie: Constable.

I'll take it from here.

Leslie Bennett to the rescue.

Again.

Oh my God. Look at you.

Why did those guys grab you?

Honestly,

I have no idea.

I'm trying to figure that out myself.

This guy you were following.

He's dead. This is serious stuff.

I know that, okay.

I just need to figure out what those fellas are after.

And who put them up to it.

Fine.

But be careful about Officer Eyeballs.

If she gets anything on you or your dad, she'll bury you.

I hear you.

And I really appreciate you have my back.

And my front.

And all of me, really.

Where too now?

Well, it looks like we're back to square one.

I can't believe Wallace is gone.

I mean, it's ironic.

He tried to take a life with fire.

But in the end, the fire took him.

There's a message in there somewhere.

This investigation is getting dangerous.

Margot is missing and Wallace is dead.

I mean, I hate to say it, but maybe we need to back off a little.

Dad, I can't stop until we find the people responsible for this.

Okay? What would you do?

Okay, well. Start again from the beginning.

And see if we're missing anything.

Alright. Alright.

I was headed to Manning's studio, okay.

And I was gonna do the final walk through for the whole diamond thing.

On the way there, I was hit from behind, knocked unconscious. And the rest--

The rest we already know.

Having been lit on fire many times, mainly by you guys, I can recommend the odd aloe.

Oh, and I know a wicked salve that would really help.

This goalie guy -- Nice sketch, by the way.

He kept saying that this isn't the plan.

If they intended to k*ll you, why were they wearing masks?

Maybe, just maybe, they were afraid you'd be able to identify them in some sort of afterlife life.

Anything you remember about your goalie?

Yeah.

We can't k*ll anyone. The boss'll be pissed.

He's expecting us.

Jake: He had a tattoo. Three X's on his wrist.

Almost like they were Roman Numerals.

Like this?

Exactly like that.

Is that a symbol? What does it mean?

It's straight edge.

The X's mean that you stay away from booze.

Like you stay away from booze and dr*gs, and, uh... the pleasures of the flesh.

Jake: Margot's sixty day recovery chip.

Margot's an addict.

The goalie could be in AA as well.

That would explain the tattoo.

They might have met at a meeting.

Des: Okay, I'm gonna cross reference all the AA meetings in town and the meeting places.

And I'll cross reference that with Margot's house, and the warehouse.

And then I'll find the location that the goalie would most likely attend.

Can you actually do that?

Why do you look so surprised? I'm smarter than you look.

Text us the address.

Come on, Skipper, we got a meeting to get to.

Wait, wait, wait. Take the fire escape.

It's much faster.

Trust me.

Okay.

Did you call to tip about a robbery?

Tinny: I called.

If is about that story about Jake, take it up with my editor.

I'm gonna ask you a few questions.

I know you're Jake's niece.

And a newly minted cop. Congrats.

Good. So we know that I'm a cop.

So you understand the consequences of not answering my questions.

I never intended to hurt your family.

You mean my uncle.

And I think you did intend to hurt him.

Or else, what was your play?

I was doing my job.

This is more than your job.

This is a hatched job against Leslie Bennett and Jake.

And as far as I can tell, you and Jake used to be friends.

Yeah. We were.

Yes.

So why did you do it?

Fine. But you didn't hear it from me.

I was paid.

By one of your fellow officers.

Monica Hayward.

She hired me to dig up dirt on Jake.

And I got a bonus for the article.

She paid me cash.

And I got a massive story out of it.

What was I supposed to do?

Not be a conniving tool?

What is Monica's beef with Jake, anyway?

She just--

She feels like Jake has the run of the Police Department.

And that Leslie Bennett isn't doing her job.

She could have filed a complaint.

No one would listen to her.

So she asked me to write that article to shine some light.

Mess with my family again, and I will find a way to take you down.

I promise.

Now walk away.

So my mother always said I had an addictive personality.

I suppose she was right.

When I was a kid, if I liked something, I mean, really liked it.

Nintendo, man. I was mad for it.

Hockey. Girls.

Though you can't really blame me for that.

I mean, girls are so awesome.

But I guess when you boil it all down, for me it's always been all or nothing.

Nothing was ever enough.

One obsession leads to another obsession.

It was like love at first, you know, drop, when I first discovered booze.

Crap!

Jake.

Why don't you tell everybody why I'm so mad at you.

He's, um, my old sponsor.

Leslie: That Health Science case.

Have you been down there yet?

I'll get right on that.

You know Monica, I've been meaning to ask you.

What's your obsession with Jake Doyle?

Obsession?

I don't have an obsession with Jake Doyle.

Well, maybe your obsession is with me.

What's your problem?

Alright.

I dislike Jake Doyle because he acts like the rules don't apply to him.

And you think that's my fault?

Yes. And it's a shame.

Because deep down, I believe you're a good cop.

Well in my world, good cops have each other's backs.

We don't stick knives in them.

That's a tad dramatic.

Not really.

And for the record, I don't care what you think about me or my work.

But watch yourself.

[Message sound.]

Wallace is dead.

You could be next.

This whole thing has gotten worse.

So much deeper than it was supposed to.

I'll tell you whatever you want.

I just want it to be over.

How did I end up covered in gasoline, about to be toasted alive?

Why did you grab Jake?

It was my boss. It wasn't us.

He wanted him roughed up a bit, that's it.

It was a slight shade more than roughed up.

I know.

That was that bonehead Wallace.

He's the one that took this to the next level.

Margot brought him in.

She used to go out with him before.

Before you started going out with her?

Man, ye crowd are all too tangled up together, if you ask me.

I need the boss's name. The one who hired you.

I don't know his name.

No, but he's got his fingers in a lot of pies.

Illegal g*ns, booze, robberies.

Sounds like a couple of people we know.

This whole thing was supposed to be quiet.

Now it's a big mess.

So you think this boss k*lled Wallace?

He's cleaning up loose ends. Wallace is dead.

He k*lled him.

Margot's missing. I know I'm next.

[Ring. Ring.]

Rose.

Okay, I've got a line on a stream of robberies in the same area as the Torbay warehouse about a year ago.

But then they stopped suddenly.

The criminals were arrested?

Those were my thoughts exactly.

So, when I looked at the arrest records from that period, one name in particular stood out.

How are we gonna find this boss?

I don't know who he is.

Margot knows him. I can help you find her.

What do you think, Dad?

Personally, I wanna throw him off a rooftop.

But, you know, then again I am biased.

You track down Margot, while I look into something.

This is no time to be picking out a new walker, okay?

I wanna follow through with this.

Do it. I got my own lead.

And forgive me if I don't go sharing it with you.

Let's go check out Margot's place.

See if we can find anything.

Thanks.

I'm not doing this for you.

Hurry up. Get your coat.

Come on.

Tinny looked really good at her graduation ceremony.

I'm thinking, in the director's cut, I'm gonna keep it real naturalistic.

And I think I can get Jake in there.

I'm gonna find some old security footage.

And then I'm gonna superimpose it and slice it in.

Speaking of which, Jake doesn't know why I'm here, does he?

No. Jake's not thinking clearly right now.

We have to figure out who's behind this.

And if what Rose says is true, I think there's something larger at play.

So-- what are we looking for?

Anything that links back to Margot.

Like this?

Like I said, this is between us.

Margot!

Someone's been here.

[Ring]

I'll check upstairs.

Hey.

I don't have to tell you what'll happen if you try to run off, now, do I?

No. No.

What?

Is Hughes with you?

Yeah. He's inside Margot's place. Why?

I think he's lying about his girlfriend knowing the boss.

Hughes: Jake! Help!

Dad, I gotta go. Hughes is in trouble.

We're at Margot's.

Hughes?

Oh.

They're taking Hughes's body back to the coroner's.

But I think it's safe to say he was m*rder*d.

Face damaged beyond recognition.

Seems personal to me.

Whoever it was, they wanted him dead.

Why are you guys here, anyway?

Does this have something to do with the warehouse incident?

Malachy: Leslie, have you heard anything about a big time criminal using a g*ng of skeets to do his dirty work?

Jake: Apparently he's know around town for being involved in everything.

Robberies, dr*gs, g*ns.

Sounds like every crime boss in the province.

[Ring. Ring.]

How's everything going over there?

Rose: Just biding my time until the courier shows.

Things go well at the Pen?

Malachy: Depends on your definition of well.

I got a lead, but Des is following it up.

I wanna be sure before I tell Jake anything.

I should go. Oh.

And if you wanna buy anything, put it on Jake's card.

You have the number.

Of course. Um. Be careful, okay?

Yeah.

I'm headed back to the station.

You're gonna need to come by and give a statement.

So did you notice Monica dusting for fingerprints?

Yes, I did, okay. So just knock it off.

Where to next?

Jake: Let's go see if

Des found anything, alright?

Okay. So. Wallace and Hughes are dead.

And Margot is unaccounted for. But, the big boss man --

Well we don't really know who that is yet.

Des, just run another check on these tools, okay?

See if you can dig anything else up.

What about you?

Did you find anything at the penitentiary?

Anything that'll link this to Kevin Crocker?

Uh yeah.

Crocker was in the infirmary up until last week, so...

So? He coulda had visitors.

Maybe he had some phone calls, okay?

We know he has a motive.

He's probably the fella that's behind this whole thing.

And Monica.

She was dusting for prints at the scenes.

See? I told you to wear gloves.

Your prints are all over that place.

Let's just get to the bottom of this, before I end up in cuffs.

[Ring]

Uh, your phone. You're phone's on your desk.

What's my phone doing on my desk?

No idea.

I got the page you wanted from the pen.

See if Rose can find the matching phone records.

Des, why are you calling me?

Pocket dial.

And don't tell Jake what?

What are you two ladies conspiring about?

Your birthday.

Strippers, candy. Fee and Chee.

It's all gonna be so wicked.

Surprise.

Let's go examine the body. See if we missed anything.

That sounds sexy.

What's wrong with him?

Malachy: I don't know.

Leslie, do you got a minute?

For the rookie that just graduated at the top of her class?

Always.

Have you seen this?

Unfortunately.

I knew I couldn't trust that reporter.

She's not the only one.

I don't want to be a rat.

But I met with Kyla earlier.

And she said that Monica paid her to spy on Jake.

She what?

Look, you're not being a rat, if Monica's not being a good cop.

And that's not all.

She's approached me about Jake's cases before too.

Is that a fact?

Why don't you head home?

I'll take care of this.

What's all this?

Constable Hayward has built a pretty strong case against Jake.

Monica: Jake not only knew the victim, Elliot Hughes, but his finger prints were found all over the scene.

A witness statement from an AA meeting describing Jake's att*ck on the victim earlier today.

Leslie: 'Cause threatening someone and k*lling them are the same thing.

The guy tried to burn Jake alive.

Jake was angry. He wouldn't k*ll him.

Sorry, Bennett.

You're gonna have to take a walk.

Conflict of interest.

[Knock, knock, knock.]

Hey.

Two five eight seven.

Hey! What are you doing here?

Kathleen dropped off a graduation cake.

And it was going pretty fast.

And I didn't want you to miss any.

Well, that was thoughtful of you.

I'm deadly like that.

I find the more boring the job, the lonelier I get.

And this one is like the case equivalent to Ambien.

Oh. I almost forgot.

Malachy asked me to drop this off.

The penitentiary log.

You know what this means.

One visit is coincidence.

But if we can get at trail of phone calls together, it could be the evidence we need to nail him.

I hope so.

Can we eat that whole cake right now?

Hi.

Is it him?

It might be hard to tell from the position of the b*llet wound.

Jake. You need to go now.

Leslie, look. I just need five minutes.

Now is not a good time.

You shouldn't be here.

What's wrong?

Look at this.

Anything odd about this tattoo?

It's smudged.

This isn't Hughes.

We couldn't identify the body because of the wound in the face.

And now look at his tattoo. It's wearing off.

Malachy: Who's this?

Some random dead body?

There was a break and enter at the Health Science last night.

What did they steal?

Just one thing.

A body.

I knew it.

Hughes has been lying to us from the start.

The shagger faked his own m*rder to get us off the scent.

He said Margot knew the boss, so we wouldn't suspect him.

He steals the body, dresses it in his own clothes and stages a crime scene.

But he'd need help.

Margot.

But that still doesn't explain why they were after you in the first place.

They must be after some kind of big payday.

You know, to go through all this trouble.

Like some kind of big score.

The authenticator.

I was on my way to Manning's studio last night when they jumped me.

And now, the card, the authenticator.

It's gone.

Rose is at the studio right now.

Hurry up, Dad.

We gotta get over to Manning's studio.

Yes, b'y. I'm coming.

Jake, there's something I need to tell you about Monica.

I'm not concerned about Monica.

Jake Doyle. You're under arrest for the murders of Wallace Thompson and Elliot Hughes.

Under arrest?

Uh, b'ys. Sorry. Not a good time.

You really know how to satisfy a girl, Jake.

Are you two a couple? I'm confused.

Because I thought she was with the other guy.

So, unless-- are the three of you?

Stay quiet.

Des.

On your knees.

Get down! Now.

Um, my knees aren't the greatest. Skateboarding.

You know what it's like. So I can sit.

Or I could lean.

Margot: You couldn't just leave well enough alone.

[Smack.]

Rose!

Hey!

Careful.

Our futures are in that box.

They're diamonds. They're indestructible.

Don't worry about them breaking.

Rose: Oooh...

Are you okay?

That really hurt.

Leslie: Monica's been compiling evidence on you for a while.

She hired that reporter to spy on you.

And then paid her to write that article.

You know that I didn't k*ll Wallace.

You know that.

I know. But we need to find Hughes alive.

Put this whole thing to rest.

The evidence is stacking up.

Yeah, yeah.

Margot's cell phone. My fingerprints.

The b*mb.

It's all enough to hold me.

I get it.

Who k*lled Wallace? That's what we need to find out.

It's obviously the same psychopath who tied me up and tried to burn me alive.

Find Hughes.

What about Monica?

Let me deal with her.

If you weren't working right now, I would so ki--

Go.

Okay.

Go.

I'm going. I'm going.

Is Rose safe?

Malachy: She's fine.

Just a bump on the head.

She and Des are safe.

But Hughes got away.

And, no surprise, Margot was with him.

Rose tried to stop them.

But they left with the diamonds.

And now that they have what they need, they'll be getting out of town quick.

I think I know the perfect place to get a getaway car.

Meet me at the garage.

Margot: Ah!

Hughes: Alright. One stop.

And then let's go.

Alright. Stay here. Okay?

Lock the door.

Doyle. I'm gonna find you.

This time I'm gonna make sure you don't have a pulse when I leave the scene.

[Punch]

I'd say we're even now.

I see that you got Margot. What happened with Wallace?

You just k*ll him off?

Omph!

I'm all for unconventional relationships, but if it's gonna be three of us, it's gonna be me and two girls.

[g*nsh*t]

Nice one, son.

So do you meet all your accomplices at AA meetings, or--

No, just the pretty redheads with criminal records.

There's nothing sexier than an exploitable skill set.

That's too bad you faked your own m*rder and then tried to pin it on me.

I knew the charges wouldn't stick.

I just needed you out of the way while we got out of town.

Now you and Margot will be writing each other love letters from prison.

I hope your bunkmate doesn't get too jealous.

Just one more thing. The authenticator.

Look, I know you're as stunned as toast, but--

Why didn't you just grab it from me when you knocked me unconscious outside the studio.

Why go through all the trouble of tying me up?

That was my boss.

As soon as he found out it was Jake Doyle standing between him and some diamonds, he wanted you roughed up a bit.

Who's the boss? What's his name?

You know his name.

Still pedalling that nonsense about a boss?

Yeah.

Leslie: I know you're responsible for that article in the Independent.

You paid that reporter to dig up dirt on Jake.

Look, I already got a lecture from Hood about that stupid missing body that I didn't look into.

Thanks, for that, by the way.

We're all supposed to be on the same team.

But you can't be trusted.

I suggest you put in for a transfer.

Tonight.

And if I don't?

I'll be talking with our superiors.

And Monica, trust me.

When they find out that you bribed a reporter to slander one of your own--

Me?

You'll be transferred to somewhere a whole lot worse.

Honours achievement. Best academic performance.

Well, wherever you got your brains, you didn't get them from me.

Actually, she could have got them from me, Because I'm a really, really good influence.

You are. You really are, Des.

Jake: Ahem.

Sorry to interrupt.

Do you mind if I borrow my lovely, talented niece alone for a minute?

I'm really sorry that I missed your graduation.

And I want you to know that the only thing that could have kept me away was being tied up with ropes and covered in gasoline, literally.

Well, that would sound crazy coming from anyone else.

But, it's no big deal.

It is a big deal.

I love you.

And I have something for you.

It's not much.

But it's kinda like my good luck charm.

Tinny: 1936?

That's the year that your great-grandfather joined the Newfoundland Rangers.

And he gave it to Dad. And he joined the force.

And then father gave it to me.

And now--

Now I want you to have it.

It's all you get. In terms of a dowry.

In case you ever marry Des.

So-- I hope your happy with it.

Thank you.

But--

You're not getting off that easy.

I want a car.

Standard.

You should ask your Poppy. You know.

He's probably saved the first penny he's ever made, so --

Congrats.

Thank you.

Well hello. You, uh, you okay?

I dunno.

I let my life -- my personal feelings get in the way of an investigation today.

And I promised myself I wouldn't let that happen again.

How about this?

Why don't you let your personal feelings get in the way of something happening upstairs?

You know, something-something happening.

What do you think?

Maybe.

Diamonds and fake deaths.

Shoulda known it was you, Not the Doyle I was expecting.

But it's always nice to see you, Malachy.

Pleasant surprise.

You hired Hughes when you realized that Jake, my son, was the one between you and the diamonds, didn't you?

Perhaps.

I thought a little tough love might be necessary.

What are you gonna do Malachy? Arrest me?

I'll think of something.

Somebody needed to teach that boy a lesson.

You gotta a leave Jake alone. I'm warning you.

Your son has angered a lot of bad people over the years.

I'm just one of them.

But his time is coming.

Whether it's me or someone else who takes him out.

And there won't be a thing that you could do about it. Dad.

We'll have to see about that.

Always a pleasure.