05x04 - g*n for Hire

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Mal: Every time Martin Poole comes to town--

I end up in jail.

[Punch]

Do you want to know your time of death or will I?

You drugged my wife?

It was for her own good.

Hey!

[Bang. Crash.]

Let's make a deal.

If you stick around. I promise I'll always be here.

If you call me, I'll show up.

Simple.

You look really amazing, by the way.

You're looking pretty fit yourself.

Leslie: If you disappear like that again, don't bother coming back.

Are we having a baby?

I don't know.

But I'm not pregnant.

You look sad.

Yeah, maybe. A little.

How does anybody ever read this crap?

Hey Leslie!

I was thinking maybe we should take the day off and go for a -- a jaunt up the shore or--

And hear me out on this--

We could just -- stay here and make out.

Jake, b'y. Sometimes

I wonder if that's the only thing you ever think about.

That's not the only thing I thinks about.

For example, what I'm thinking right now, is I'm imagining that towel of yours should just fall off to the floor.

Well.

I thought we should probably slow things down a bit.

You know. Especially considering almost getting pregnant and all.

Or, and hear me out on this again.

We could go in the opposite direction.

We could speed things up, and, you know, try and make our own little tiny human people.

You're crazy.

What's so crazy about two people in love wanting to have babies?

I can't.

I can't, uh. I can't miss work today.

I got a woman on the No-Fly list who arrived last night.

It's an important assignment.

I don't like the sounds of that.

I'm a big girl. I know how to do my job.

I'm a police woman. I fight bad guys, remember?

Hey, I'm just saying that, you know, I think we would have pretty cool kids.

Obviously, I bring the average down a lot, but--

You more than make up for it.

I'm going. I'm going.

[Phone rings.]

Yeah?

Rose: Hey Jake.

Have you seen your father?

He went to get breakfast an hour ago.

You know, maybe he just forgot where he lives.

He is getting older now.

You know, in fact, We should probably just tag him.

Jake.

Alright. I'll look into it. I'll give him a buzz and see where he is.

Thank you. And let me know if you hear anything.

[Ring]

[Phone rings from nearby.]

This is a really good look for you.

Behind you.

[Whack.]

I'm gonna k*ll you.

[Car revs]

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Thanks for coming in, Miss Goodwin.

This should only take a few minutes.

I really don't understand the problem, Sergeant Bennett.

I'm only on the No-Fly list in the States.

That may be true.

And I know you haven't been flagged for the Canadian Passenger Protection Program.

But--

I just wanted to have a chat.

See what you're doing in town.

Well, that seems a little prejudicial.

I'm just here for a conference.

In and out in three days. Purely business.

It says here you work for a computer security company.

I'm the head of the company.

So--

There's no reason to suspect an incident like the one in Chicago would happen here.

I wasn't responsible for Chicago.

So you've got nothing to worry about.

You buy her story?

Elaine's hiding something.

But we got nothing to hold her on.

You're right.

But keep some eyes on her.

We can't take any chances with someone like that.

Hey. I could use some help.

You guys interested?

For sure.

We're actually working on something for Hood.

Tinny: We can do that anytime.

What did you have in mind, Sergeant?

A little surveillance.

Okay boys.

Argh!

Oh! That hurts. Did you have to get physical?

Was that necessary?

That's a little extreme, don't you think?

Extreme?

You knocked me out and threw me in the trunk of my own car.

Now it's your turn.

What are you gonna do with that?

There's no time to explain, here.

A man's life is in danger. We can save a man's life right here.

What the hell are you talking about? Who?

I don't know. Some guy in a black SUV.

I didn't really get a name. And it doesn't matter.

This guy is gonna die right here in this spot in five minutes unless we do something about it.

Yeah!

And you decide to knock us out and drag us here.

Exactly. Finally. Yes. And given our history--

I didn't know if you guys would come willingly. So...

Something we agree on. Jake. Let's go.

Wait, wait, wait. Martin.

I'll play along.

How did you get this information?

Well I can't really divulge anything like that.

Suffice it to say, it's from a very reliable source.

Okay. The source is me.

I was the one that was hired to take out this target.

So you - Crazy McCrazy--

All of a sudden you're a hit man now.

Yeah. No, no, not hit--

Look-- I took the money for the hit.

But I wasn't gonna execute the hit.

You understand?

m*rder for hire, Martin?

This is the worst thing you've ever done.

And I have a list.

Lemma tell you. Okay, Now--

I'm no the only guy that's hired to take this particular target out.

And if any of the other guys show up here, who did take the gig, I'm sure they haven't got the same moral compass--

The same sense of social responsibility I do that--

A black SUV.

See? I wasn't lying. That's the guy.

Dad. I think I just saw a flash from a scope out of that open window.

Mal: Perfect perch for a sn*per.

Okay, you go check on that. I'll try to warn our would-be target.

I'll stick with Jake.

Hey.

What? Ow!

Nice try, but I'm not letting you out of my sight.

Hey, you might wanna get back in your car.

Look. I don't know what your game is, but you better push on right now.

Okay, look. This sounds weird. I get that.

But your life might be in danger.

Turn around and walk away or your life will be in danger. You got me?

Martin. Is this a scam?

No. It's not a scam. I'm surprised at you.

That's kind of off side.

See?

You know what? You're big enough to take care of yourself.

So...

Wait a minute.

Hey.

Why do you have a picture of Leslie Bennett?

[g*nsh*t]

Down!

[Bang]

Oof!

Hey!

Martin. You gonna help me here?

Well, I am. I'm watching the exit.

Uggh!

Arrgh!

Vinnie.

What the hell are you doing?

Why are you double crossing me like this?

This isn't what we agreed.

You double crossed me first, Martin.

I what?

This is payback.

Martin: Malachy?

You okay?

What?

You know the sn*per?

Okay. This is your last chance.

Tell me what's going on.

Okay, Mal. Don't lose your temper.

It's not good for your health.

I mighta hired the guy.

What are you doing here?

We got a call about sh*ts being fired.

That's pretty accurate. Look-- I'm on a case.

It's a long story, but-- this fella -- It appears he was a target.

He had a picture of you.

Me? Any idea who he was?

He's about this tall, black jacked, beardy face.

Are you describing yourself?

No. Look --

Whatever's going on with this guy.

I can't help but feel that maybe, maybe you're in danger.

Jake. Stop it.

I get the drill.

But you're a good cop.

And you've caused some serious problems for some bad people over the years.

Jake. If I worried about every criminal I put behind bars, I'd lose my mind.

Mal: You subcontracted out the hit?

Whoa, whoa.

Like I told you before Malachy. I wasn't involved in any of this.

Look. Definitely, I was not gonna handle any of this by myself.

I just wanted to grab the money and not end up at the bottom of the harbour.

The day isn't over yet.

What the hell does this have to do with Leslie Bennett?

I'm not sure.

All I knew about, was the actual meeting.

And like I told him, I was just gonna grab the briefcase.

What's in the case?

dr*gs. Probably. Definitely.

It's gotta be dr*gs. You know what?

This is all one big fat misunderstanding.

You got me on this?

I'm actually the good guy here.

It's always a big misunderstanding when it comes to you, Martin.

There she is! Rosie, Where have you been?

Mal: Misunderstanding?

Rose. You're ex-husband is moonlighting as a hit man.

I think we should turn him in.

Jake: No, no, no. We're not turning him in-

Until we know who all the players are.

I got a feeling he's not gonna talk to the cops.

No.

Okay, fine! I'll take him back to the office.

Keep him out of trouble.

See that's why I married here. That's why we married her, right?

The compassionate spirit.

Come on baby.

No, no. You're not going anywhere until we get some leads.

Like where did you find this hit man?

I'll tell you again. I phone this guy at the hotel-- that hotel that's by the gas station -- what's it called?

The Delta.

The Delta. I told him: You gotta stop. But he wouldn't.

He wouldn't stop.

Mal: I'm gonna check with the front desk.

Show them this photo of Vinnie that Rose sent us.

See if anyone's laid eyes on him.

Aright. I'll check out the bar.

Of course you will.

Ha, ha.

Jake: Hmm. Carter Campbell.

Age: twenty one. Eye colour: Black and blue.

Doesn't say that on there.

Not yet.

But you're buying drinks for an underage girl.

Anything can happen.

Really Jake?

Stalk much?

I'm gonna dumb this down for you.

Obviously because you're really dumb.

That girl is sixteen years old, which makes her a minor, which really makes me pissed off.

And you're a so-called adult.

You're supposed to know better.

You really need to mind your own bus--

Aaa aaa aaa aaah.

[Slurred] What are you doing?

Sorry I can't understand you.

It must be with this hook thing through your lip.

Now I think what you're saying is I'm really sorry Jake.

I promise, I'll never see Sloan ever, ever again, right?

Good.

See? You're getting smarter every second.

Walk away.

Thank you for that.

That guy was my partner.

We've been working a bunch of convention guys all day.

You're stealing credit cards?

It's all company accounts.

These guys just blow their money on booze anyways.

Might as well spend it towards a good cause.

Me.

Buddy. Someone dropped that.

Now, listen. You're a good girl.

Oh, my God. Will you leave me alone?

I don't need a body guard.

Sloan, you gotta stop acting like this.

Okay, dressing like a twenty five year old and running around with douchebags that are only trying to make a score.

This is all gonna end you back up in juvie or worse.

You're better than this.

Mal: Sloan?

What are you doing here?

Getting lectured, apparently.

Dad. Vinnie's here.

With the missus in the blue suit.

Who's she?

I don't know. I'll have Des look into here.

Maybe she's the one who hired Martin.

Either way, she looks pretty pissed off.

We need to put a tracker on Vinnie.

Agreed. He's the only one who can lead us to our target.

And if Leslie's tangled up in all of this, I gotta find out how.

Okay. But Vinnie knows me from the sn*per's perch.

He thinks I'm working with Martin.

And he had a pretty good look at your too.

Oh my God. I am sooo sorry.

Did she just--?

Yeah. I think she did.

Vinnie Walsh, the man Martin hired to take out the target.

A traitor and a turncoat.

Well, can you blame him?

You did say you only paid Vinnie a thousand bucks.

And Vinnie has a previous attempted m*rder charge and he never served any time for it.

Where did you find him Martin?

On the interweb.

I goggled him. That's where I get everything these days.

What about the target? Did you get a name?

It took forever and a day. A good day, anyway.

But I did a reverse image search, and I got a hit.

Callum Pardy.

That's the guy.

That's the guy I was hired to take out.

That's the poor old fella right there.

Martin.

This is a new low. Even for you.

You take a hit job.

Then you subcontract it out just to clear your warped conscience, which it doesn't, by the way.

Well, what could I do?

I was in debt really bad. So what I decided --

I'd try my hand at an honest man's work.

I was doing a little racketeering, a little point shaving, some match fixing there.

I mean, nothing illegal.

They're all illegal.

--ish. Certainly frowned upon.

Matter of opinion.

But I guess a leopard can't reverse...

How does that expression go?

Rose: I don't care. Martin.

Let's just put your issues aside for the moment.

We need to focus on this target. This Callum Pardy.

What do we know?

I couldn't find anything on him.

There's no bank account. There's no credit cards.

And the SUV isn't a rental.

Okay. Well there's no paper trail. That's unusual.

Unusual? A drug dealer who only uses cash?

Never heard of that.

Okay. Fine. So...

One drug dealer hires you to take out another drug dealer?

Oh, Rosie. It does kind of make sense.

Eliminate the competition.

That's Business 101.

Which I aced by the way. No big deal.

[Ring]

I'm just saying.

I hate Grayson.

Hey Mal.

Rose?

Did you get anything from Martin on the target?

No. Not yet. But--

Des managed to find a name. Callum Pardy. Ring any bells?

No. Nudding. What's his background?

Well see, that's the thing.

We can't find one.

Jake: Okay. Stay on it.

We're tracking Vinnie.

Looks like he's headed to Pleasant Street.

Okay.

Martin: I think I might get a drink downstairs.

Get a real drink.

Maybe a pint of beer or something like that.

Anybody wanna join me?

No?

You know? I sense some serious regret in him.

Or maybe he just needs some time alone. You know?

To really think about what he's done.

Yeah. Or he's headed for that briefcase.

Right. Hopefully filled with regret.

Let's follow him.

Jake: There's the SUV.

Any sign of Vinnie?

No.

Something's not right.

Jake: There he is.

Are you just gonna let him get kidnapped?

Jake: Well, as tempting as that is,

I don't think we can. In fact...

I got a plan.

It's gonna involve this.

Jake: Hey there, Hitman. Long time no-- sh**t.

I don't know who you are, but you're in my way.

I'm here to tell you that Martin has called off the hit. Alright?

So technically, you're fired.

I don't work for that lying ball sack anymore.

Well, he is a ball sack.

But let me ask, are you working for this missus in the suit?

I was just wondering the same thing.

What the hell is he doing here?

You're coming with me.

Not without me, he's not.

Key?

Get in the van.

Now.

Martin? What do you think you're doing?

Nothing.

Actually I did pretty good here.

Look at this. One try and I was right in.

Nice work.

I mean, that's bad.

Martin, we are trying to protect you and you keep putting yourself in danger.

Just trying to right the wrongs, Rosie.

With another wrong. I been there, Martin.

Okay, let's go. Now, now, now.

You know, had this handled.

Now we're both gonna get k*lled and it's gonna be all your fault.

Oh yeah. You seemed really on top of it as you were being dragged to the van.

What are you gonna do for you next trick?

Slip into a coma?

[Tires spin.]

Always have a spare handcuff key.

You know what? You should be writing this stuff down.

You have no idea what you're getting in the middle of.

Why don't you educate me?

And while you're at it, tell me what it all has to do with Leslie Bennett?

I'm not telling you you anything.

Yeah, well, I'm gonna need to know.

And I'm gonna have to find out, whether I gotta kick the crap outa you or not.

Give me my cuffs back.

Don't forget your key.

Police. Don't move.

Callum?

[Bang]

[Crash]

Leslie!

Oof!

Jake: Leslie!

Leslie. Leslie.

We got an officer down-- on Pleasant Street.

Jake: Oh God.

Are you okay?

Leslie?

Oh thank God you were wearing a vest.

He was aiming for my head. I owe you.

Oh man, if anything had happened to you.

Come on. Nice and easy. I got you.

Where is everyone?

Well Vinnie. Vinnie's over there.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

I swear to God--

I don't know what I would have done if anything had happened to you.

Jake. I'm good. Where's Callum?

Yeah. I don't know. But speaking of Callum.

I mean, not to sound jealous, but you wanna tell me who the hell he is?

Jake. I can't talk about that now.

Is Leslie okay?

The jury's still out on that one.

Constables. I'll take it from here.

I got two words for you.

Martin Poole.

Martin: Kinda seems like old times, doesn't it?

Deja friggin vu.

Heh, heh!

Rose. What are you doing here?

She's my lawyer. My mouthpiece over here.

You're here to defend him?

Or, if you wanna put him jail. I'm okay with that too.

No, you don't mean that.

I do.

She doesn't mean that.

Rose. Can I see you in the hall, for a second?

Sure.

Be careful.

Martin: Whoa. Whoa.

We won't be needing those.

Hey. I don't know what these Doyles have been telling you.

But I've pretty much been a model citizen ever since my dark days behind bars.

Who hired you to k*ll a dead man?

Dead? What the hell are you talking about?

I was handcuffed to the guy.

Ha. Ha. Right. Very funny. Unless he was a ghost.

Or a zombie. Or like, a ghost zombie?

Des.

Right. Okay. Well, right here, Mister Smarty Pants, is a death certificate--

Saying that Callum Pardy d*ed eight years ago.

And it's pretty sad, okay?

Because he looks really young.

Explains why we couldn't find anything on him.

No credit cards. Bank accounts. Not even a--

parking ticket.

What about our mystery lady. Anything on her?

Oh. Elaine Goodwin. A known associate of black market smugglers--

g*ns, dr*gs, you name it.

So what's she doing in town?

Well she has reinvented herself.

And now runs a computer security company, which is very interesting, because her name is on the American No-Fly list.

Wait a minute. Leslie's working some case about a missus on a No-Fly list.

Well, she is in town for a conference, but--

By the looks of it, she hasn't been attending any of the sessions. Oh, and--

Check this out.

Jake: That looks like the briefcase that Callum was holding.

Yeah, a traffic camera caught Elaine with it.

She must have followed the hit man there.

So she must have hired him and Martin.

Bingo. I checked Martin's bank records.

And money was transferred from a numbered account belonging to. Elaine Goodwin.

So, if she has the briefcase, what now?

Heading out of town?

Doesn't explain why she has the briefcase or how Leslie's tangled up in all of this.

Leslie told you to back off the case.

Maybe we should take her advice.

She does carry a g*n.

Okay look. I know. But she could have been k*lled today.

And I can't back off.

Not until I know that she's safe.

Yeah. We're with you there, son. So what now?

Des, you check in the Delta. See if there's any sign of Elaine checking in there.

I'm on it.

Jake, you and me. Let's go back to where we saw Callum.

He must have a place there.

You know, I think I might be actually more useful at this point, if we started to initiate some discussion about what you might be offering me in terms of witness protection.

Now I don't require a mansion, or anything like that.

But a backyard and pool, that would be nice.

Okay. How's about this for a deal.

Okay sh**t.

You talk.

And I don't turn you in for that American warrant for theft I noticed was pending.

I could have you extradited in a second.

And I got a feeling their prisons aren't as nice.

Okay, okay. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Relax. Sit down.

I'll tell you something here now.

You got a lot more in common with Jake Doyle than what you think.

You're kinda tough.

I found this in the back of Callum Pardy's SUV.

Never seen it before, so I'm figuring it's the-- the drug flavour of the week.

Something like that.

I hope you're making inroads and cracking down on it.

This isn't dr*gs.

It's not dr*gs?

What is it?

Bennett. I didn't know anyone was in here.

What's going on? You okay?

Yeah. We're good.

He doesn't know anything.

You good?

Jake: You see anything?

Mal: No.

Who's that?

Not sure.

(Knock, knock, knock)

Mal: Is that a salute?

Is Callum m*llitary?

[Door bangs.]

Argh! Son of a bugger!

[Door lock opening.]

[Phone rings.]

Surprise surprise. Once again Martin's not telling us everything.

He's rotten. But that's his M.O.

If Callum's m*llitary, this whole thing is a lot bigger than dr*gs. I'm telling you.

So what now?

Now? I have to fulfill a promise I made to Callum.

Elaine: Yeah?

Are you gonna get me outta here, or what?

No. I can't fly commercial with the powder.

Not to mention the cops are all over me.

Well, that's what I pay you for.

Figure it out.

Call me on my cell.

Hey. So what do you think?

Now a good time for me to give you that boot in the arse?

Tire screech, Well, you're persistent, I'll give you that.

We're persistent? You're the one who couldn't stay dead.

We know you're listed as deceased.

Let me guess. You were deceased, but now you're just-- You're feeling much better.

Still not talking.

Okay, look, buddy.

We know that you're probably a soldier.

And whatever you have in that suitcase is likely very, very valuable.

Mal: Jake?

You might want to see this.

First you got a bunch of pictures of Leslie.

And now you got a bunch of pictures of me.

You better be some kind of paparazzi.

Or this is just kinda creepy.

Hey. Des, where you been?

I was at the Delta.

Speaking of Martin, where is he?

Leslie still has him down at the station.

Did you find anything?

Uh, yeah, yeah I did.

Check this out.

This briefcase.

But it was empty.

It looks like she transferred the contents to a suitcase.

Well, that's smart. Everyone's looking for the briefcase.

Yeah, but now she's not letting that suitcase out of her sight.

You know there was something strange about that briefcase too.

It was made out of heavy material.

Like so heavy that if you were to drop it on your toe, it would turn a weird purplish greenish colour.

And the nail's kinda hang---

The case.

Right, right, right.

It's a lead lined briefcase used for transporting volatile medical supplies.

Medical supplies?

Yeah, and when I overheard Elaine talking about the contents, she referred to it as "the powder."

What kind of powder needs to be transported in a lead lined case?

So Callum's not selling dr*gs.

He's selling radioactive materials.

Look, this has nothing to do with you or Leslie, okay?

Well, I was right. Obviously he's a photographer.

He's doing a spread for the Newfoundland Herald.

You don't understand.

Make us understand.

[Tires squeal.]

Jake.

Mal. Stay where you are.

Leslie. We got your guy. We were just bringing him to you.

Put 'em on.

Around the door handle.

Leslie!

Mal. You too.

What the hell are you talking about?

Do it!

Alright, b'y.

I'm sorry. But I warned you to stay off this case.

[Bang. Bang.]

Come on.

Leslie!

You just sh*t my car!

I can't believe this. You've been working special ops for 8 years?

You were supposed to be dead!

Everyone needed to think I was. It was part of my cover.

Callum!

I don't know what to say. How could you do this?

Leslie. I promise. I will explain all this to you.

But right now, many lives are at stake.

And we are running out of time.

Over this? I take it?

Where'd you get this?

I pulled it off a perp.

What are you doing running around with nuclear materials?

Leslie, please. I need to find Elaine Goodwin right now.

I have two uniforms on her as we speak.

Yellow cake?

That's what's in the briefcase?

Now, I know what you're both thinking. Yellow cake.

That sounds delicious.

But it's actually a precursor to enriched uranium used to make nuclear w*apon.

Or even dirty bombs.

Leslie has no idea that she's riding next to an arms dealer.

We gotta help her.

Jake. Are you sure she wants you to find her?

[Phone rings.]

Rose. We gotta go. We'll check in later.

Sloan? Are you okay?

Sloan: Jake?

I got a tip for you.

So you're not in trouble.

Come on now. It's a good one.

Now, how much is it worth to you? Twenty? Forty?

Look, I don't really have any money right now. You know what?

You put that in the trunk.

I'm gonna have to give you an I.O.U.

I know where you live. Remember that.

Sloan, what's the tip?

Remember that buddy I put the tracker on earlier?

Vinnie?

Yeah, well, the woman he was with, the one in the suit?

She just walked into the hotel about two minutes ago.

What are you still doing at the hotel?

We talked about this.

Relax, b'y. I'm headed home now.

Okay. Just stay away from Vinnie and Elaine, okay?

What about your girlfriend?

My what? What do you mean?

She's here too. With some handsome fella.

I'm on my way.

Leslie's at the Delta with Callum.

Rose was at the station with Martin.

We must be doing something wrong.

You know what? You'd think we'd be able to change a tire in less than ten minutes.

Would've been five if I'd done it alone.

It's like I told Malachy and Rose.

I had no intention of k*lling anybody.

I just wanted what was in the case.

Look buddy, you can plead your case all you want.

But I have no control over who stays or goes.

Martin: Oh!

Rosie, my angel. My savior. We used to be married.

Why don't you say it again louder.

Because I don't think the rookies in the back heard you.

Oh, yeah. She doesn't like it when I say that.

I knew you'd come back and bail me out.

I knew you'd show up. Thank you.

No one said anything about bail.

Come on. Rosie, I've done my time.

Hiya Des.

Hi.

I answered every question that Sergeant Bennett put to me.

So I want you to go up out there, pay that nice man, and just-- get me the hell outta here.

Please.

Well, that depends, Martin.

On what?

Because Des says that you withdrew ten thousand dollars from your bank account yesterday.

Leaving the balance at zero.

Are you going to be able to pay me back?

Not really. Not exactly.

Okay. Well then you have to tell me what is going on.

It's like I told you. I'm in debt.

Now I owe big money to some serious people.

That's why I had to take the Callum job.

And now I still gotta come up with fifty large for these guys.

Well what happens if you don't pay them back?

Well then, I get to be the dead guy.

Oh...

Is this the case you're working on?

Hey!

It's this business woman on the American No-Fly list.

We just finished up surveillance on her.

Oh, wait. Elaine Goodwin. I know her.

Well, I don't know her, know her. I was in her hotel room earlier.

What I mean, well, we weren't there together.

I mean, there was a bed, and she was there.

You know, it's not what it sounds like.

I was actually there looking into some yellow cake.

Yellow cake?

Des.

You survived a run-in with a possible t*rror1st.

Not bad.

It is? Yeah, it is, isn't it? It's not bad.

What are you two girlfriends gabbing about?

Nuclear materials. This is big.

Actually, when I was in her hotel room, she was on the phone.

She was trying to find a way out of town.

We have to pull her hotel phone records. See if we can figure out where Elaine Goodwin's headed.

Well, I'm not gonna follow up on a tip from some idiot, but--

Fine. Des, I'm gonna need your help.

Definitely.

Looks like this idiot's got your girlfriend's back.

Mal: [on phone] Did you get Martin from the station?

Yeah. I bailed him out about fifteen minutes ago.

We're headed home. What's up?

Just keep an eye on him. We're heading over to the Delta.

Leslie's there with Callum.

Mal? Be careful.

I will.

Thank you.

I mean thank you for everything.

I really appreciate you helping me out with this.

I really do.

No, no. Don't you dare!

Martin! No!

Martin! I am gonna k*ll you!

She's in room 1101.

Leslie, your arm.

I'm not sitting this one out.

Hand over the suitcase, now.

Leslie: Do what he says.

You're not gonna sh**t me.

Why is that?

Because I've rigged this suitcase to blow.

You're bluffing.

You really wanna find out?

Trigger's on the bottom.

I put this down and we're all in trouble. You.

Lower the g*n. Put it on the bed.

Now.

Turn around.

[Door slams.]

What is it with this town?

Come here. Get up. Get up.

Dad, she dropped the case. It's here. It's one of these!

Put your hands where I can see them.

Funny.

That's what I was gonna say.

Found it.

[Bang]

Oh...

Sorry. It's not personal.

Ah. Martin.

I don't think so.

Look guys. It's real easy.

Just bring me the yellow cake.

And you get your pretty cop back.

Look, I know you're m*llitary.

What the hell do you have us tangled up in?

I'm Special Ops working a mission.

Either we give that woman the ability to level a city...

Or she kills Leslie.

Callum: I intercepted Elaine's initial deal with her seller over in Istanbul.

And recovered the yellow cake from him.

Now the plan was, I would pose as the seller and draw Elaine out.

Yeah, but she was on to you.

That's why she hired Martin and Vinnie to take you out.

She never intended on paying me.

What does this all have to do with Leslie Bennett?

Nothing. This is all my fault. She was just trying to help.

Any sign of Martin?

Well, yeah. I got a sign of him all right.

But I lost him.

I'm gonna head over to the office.

Rose is checking the house.

[Phone rings.]

Is that them?

Leslie.

You got one hour to get me my yellow cake, or she dies.

Where do you wanna meet?

Not so fast.

Get the suitcase. Then call me.

When I'm sure you got the product, I'll give you a location.

This isn't gonna work out the way you want it to.

Oh, you better hope it does.

She wants to do an exchange. Leslie for the yellow cake.

Jake. This is nuclear material.

There's only so long I can hold off before telling my superiors this stuff is out there.

How long?

An hour. Maybe two.

But once they're involved, they'll shut this entire city down.

Something tells me Leslie's not gonna be their priority one.

Exactly.

Do you got any idea where we can get our hands on any more of this stuff?

No. It's not possible. It's a rare commodity.

That's why it's so valuable.

So you got nothing I can work with.

Just this.

That's a start.

We actually keep our money in the bank now. It's much safer.

Sorry Rose.

Don't be angry with me, okay?

Martin. You need to return that suitcase.

You have no idea what you're into.

Or what's at stake.

Oh. Rose. I gotta go.

I need this case.

Alright. Now I'm broke. And I'm not ready to die.

At least not in the way they're proposing right now.

Martin, please.

Okay? Leslie's life is in danger.

Do the right thing for once in your God forsaken life and return that suitcase.

Sorry Rose.

I think this is where we say goodbye.

So just...

Tinny: So Elaine made five calls to this warehouse.

I think it's her way out of town.

Any idea what it is?

It says here it's a marine repair company.

Marine? That's odd.

Maybe she's planning on getting off the island in a submarine.

No Des.

They export tons of engines and equipment.

I guess she's paying them for a way out of the city.

There she is.

Oh my God. She has Leslie.

Tinny: I have to call this in.

Okay, I'll call Jake.

Why don't you let me go?

We can work something out?

I like my plan better.

Jake: I don't know.

Leslie's plan has a lot going for it.

How did you find me?

You want the yellow cake. We got it.

We want Leslie. You have her.

Let's just make a simple exchange.

I don't like surprises.

You okay?

Don't worry I'm fine.

You finished?

Show me the yellow cake.

It's all there.

Stand back. Move.

You.

Check it out.

Jake: Can I help her?

[Crackling sound.]

It passes.

Well, I guess you'll be wanted your girlfriend back.

Martin: Good news.

Okay. I'm back.

I got the real yellow --

If he's got it. What's in here?

Open it.

Sand.

I don't like being messed with.

Okay. I think I've done my part here.

I'll just leave this and I'll just move on.

Don't move!

I'm sorry, okay.

We had no other choice.

Why don't you just take the real yellow cake, give us Leslie.

Put down the g*n and we can all get out of here.

Not yet.

You open it.

[Zipping sound.]

[Crackling sound.]

It's the real thing.

Pack it up. We're taking it with us.

That's not the deal.

You changed the deal.

[Bang]

Martin: Hey! Whoa!

This is all your fault, Martin.

How is it my fault?

This is the idiot who brought the stuff out here to begin with.

Would you shut up! Both of you.

Come on. Hurry up.

We need to figure out a way to get rid of this crazy lady without using a g*n.

I got a g*n.

You have a g*n?

Give it to me. Please.

Glad you said please.

Let's go.

I got an idea.

Leslie!

[Bang bang bang.]

[Bang. Bang.]

[Crash]

[Whack.]

Cover me.

Are you okay?

I'm alive. It must be my lucky day.

Come here.

We should probably have a little chat.

Yeah. We will. I've just gotta talk to the brass first.

You look pretty morose for a man who just saved the woman he loves.

I'm best kind.

I'll be even better once I get Callum out of town.

I like him.

Listen, I think I should apologize. Okay.

Well, not I guess. I wanna apologize for dragging you into this mess.

I'm really sorry.

Apologize?

Yeah.

You almost got Leslie k*lled.

Not to mention having a hand in almost blowing up the city.

I told you he'd do it some day, Rose.

Okay. But I came back. Don't I get bonus points for coming back?

I came back. - What the hell were you going to do with all that yellow cake anyway?

I don't know. I was gonna sell it back to the government, I thought.

I can't imagine what charges you're facing.

Quite the gamut.

You're looking at everything from conspiracy to commit m*rder to outright treason.

Really?

Yeah.

Let's go.

The m*llitary want a word with you.

Oh, that's not good. That's never good.

Listen, I swear to God, when I get out of here, I'll make this up to you.

I promise, Rose.

I'll put things right.

You two make yourselves comfortable.

The m*llitary have some questions for you as well.

Oh no.

Oh yeah.

So. This is where you ran off to.

Um. Do you want to head for the Duke?

Maybe I'll buy you a little something to celebrate.

What are we celebrating?

Well, you followed your instinct. You nabbed a crook.

I think that's pretty good for a day's work.

And I broke up with Grayson.

Is that something to celebrate?

Yeah.

I mean, he was kind of a tool. And I deserve better.

Well, like I said, you followed your instinct.

So, let's celebrate.

Okay Des.

Jake.

Listen. I was thinking we could pick up where we left off this morning, just you, me and--

Callum, apparently.

Am I interrupting something?

No, no. Of course not.

Were those for me?

No, b'y, they're for him.

They're beautiful. Thank you.

Um. Do you feel like you need to explain anything? Or--

Jake. I was gonna tell ya, when the time is right.

Tell me that he's your ex-boyfriend. And he's not dead.

He's not my ex-boyfriend. Jake, he's my husband.