05x09 - Major Crimes

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Announcer: Previously, on Republic of Doyle...

Remind me, how much are we getting paid for this?

We're doing a favour for a friend.

Your friends are with those benefit things.

And now, I'm part of the package.

I don't even care who knows that we're going out.

That's Jake! He knows we're at it!

You got Callum working as your chauffeur now?

We're just figuring out what we are.

Do you mind telling me what's happening?

I'm your father?

Brock. Hey. What?

Are you okay?

What is this?

(Cellphone rings)

Jake. I can't.

Hey. I'm running late. But I'll be there in a few minutes.

I really gotta talk to you about something.

It's okay Jake. Something just came up. Can we talk later?

Okay. But there's kinda been a... big change in my life.

And I didn't want to talk to you about this over the phone.

But I wanna make sure that I'm the first person that tells you.

You know what I mean?

Is this your way of telling me you're dating someone else?

No. No. Leslie...

I got problems of my own, in that regard.

What's that supposed to mean?

You're seeing someone. I understand.

You don't owe me anything.

I appreciate the heads up.

[Bang. Bang.]

Are those g*nshots?

Jake. I gotta go.

No. Leslie!

Brock.

This is Sergeant Bennett. I need backup. Now.

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Season 5, Episode 9
"Major Crimes"

Get these shells photographed right away. Get 'em.

Sergeant. We've been securing the area.

Gathering potential eye witnesses. No one seems to have seen much.

Yet. Keep them separate. We don't want them confusing their stories.

Something could get lost.

Brock Purcell. I remember him. Drug addict.

Former. He was a bouncer here at this club.

He gave me this just before he was k*lled.

Back alley.

He wanted to talk to you and then he ends up dead?

He was my informant. We haven't spoken for a few weeks.

I guess someone didn't want him talking to the cops.

Doyle. Talk to the bar staff.

Is that a street cam over there on the corner?

Should be, boss.

Check.

See if anything comes up.

I'm on it.

I talked to all the witnesses that little Doyle turned up.

We're going to get to the bottom of this.

[Coughing.]

Paramedics!

Can you hear me? Stay with me!

What did you take?

Kate. Stay with me.

Red velvet.

A different shade.

Ecstasy.

Kate. Hang on.

Okay. Can you hear me?

Help is on the way.

It's gonna be okay.

I just can't believe someone k*lled Brock.

Are you sure he's dead?

Melissa, how well did you know him?

Well, he worked at the bar.

I mean, he was a bouncer here for over a year.

You know, he was a good guy, Brock.

Is it true he had a bit of a temper?

Yeah, he had a temper...

Sure. But I mean, he was a bouncer.

He kept everyone safe.

And you know, his temper was usually pretty in check.

What about today? Did anybody test his patience?

Yeah, there was this guy getting in his face.

He tried to pick me up.

Thanks for this. We'll be in touch.

Hi. Jake.

Hey. Are you okay? I've been trying to reach you for like the last hour.

Yeah, I'm busy. I'm a lead on a sh**ting. There's been a m*rder.

Okay. I'm sorry. You must have your hands full.

Okay. We can talk later if you want.

Have someone check all the contents of that dumpster at the scene.

I don't care if it's rotten garbage.

Sorry Jake. What was it you wanted to tell me earlier?

Leslie, it's okay. Alright, we could...

We'll pick it up later on.

You just finish whatever you're doing. Go be awesome.

Hey!

What is this...?

One, two, three of you. One of him.

You must be some serious tough guys.

I mean, all three of you gotta g*ng up on one guy like this.

Mind your business friend. Walk away.

Friend. If I was your friend I'd tell you.

Look behind you. See that thing up there?

It's a weather station. Attached to it is a camera.

It's recording you.

The cops are probably already on their way.

This ain't over.

And you... Thanks for the tip.

The world gets more Orwellian every day, huh?

You have got to be kidding me. Callum Pardy.

How are you?

Perfect. It had to be you.

That doesn't exactly sound like gratitude to me, Callum.

You're probably loving this, huh?

Just gonna run straight to Leslie. Tell her all about it.

Those guys. They were some serious thugs.

They were giving you a good going over.

Who's the big guy? The guy with the voice.

Uh, it's just...

His name's Ray Maddox.

I owe him a bunch of money from eight years ago.

I was a different guy back then.

How much?

Look. I appreciate your concern and everything, Jake.

But it's not of your business. Just stay the hell out of my way.

My concern... Is not for you. Okay, pally?

It's for Leslie Bennett.

Whatever the hell you got her tangled up in.

Hey, Jess. What do you got?

Some interesting stuff.

Your boy Brock got one in the chest. Mid range. No exit round.

g*n?

Thirty eight.

You stealing evidence now?

You know I love talking stuff out with you.

This is an easier route.

You know ballistics.

Less red tape. Got ya.

And I know you and Brock were close.

I'm sorry, Leslie.

Yeah. He was doing well.

He was almost like a baby brother to me sometimes.

So... You found two types of casings on the scene.

Thirty eight. And a nine mil.

Two were sh*t by the thirty eight, by the m*rder*r, k*lling Brock.

And this one...

This one, the nine mil...

Hit a wall for sure. Brick?

Exactly. Three casings. Two from the thirty eight.

And one from the nine millimeter.

But only two slugs.

We're missing the second slug from the thirty eight.

Yeah. My team scoured the area. Triple checked.

So there were two sh**t.

Could Brock have fired?

I know we didn't find a g*n on him.

But somebody could have taken it after the fact.

There's only one way to find out.

Perform a residue test on Brock's hands, just to be safe.

Hey.

You okay?

Yeah. I got a lot on my mind.

Keep me posted if you find anything else.

Sergeant Bennett.

I just want to say what an honour it is to work this case with you.

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

Stop sucking up. Out with it.

We found a smear of blood on the door inside the club.

Leslie: That makes no sense.

Grayson: I know. Brock was found in the alley outside.

The missing slug. This blood isn't Brock's.

The person we're looking for was sh*t and made their getaway back through the club.

I'll put an alert out in the hospital emergency room.

See if anyone comes in with anything resembling a g*nsh*t wound.

Good. Do it.

Tinny: So the bartender... Melissa, gave us a phone number.

Apparently this is the guy that Brock had a run in with just before he was k*lled.

Doug Randell. What's his story?

Tinny: He doesn't have a record.

But he did some contract work at a m*llitary base in Labrador.

m*llitary?

If he's got a b*llet in him... He's our guy.

I sent a cruiser to his house.

No, stop it. Send an unmarked car, issue an APB.

What about Brock's place?

Let me handle that.

[Ring]

Callum?

Callum: Hey. I'm at the station. Where are you?

What? What are you doing there?

A sh**ting involving m*llitary personnel.

You know very well that is my domain, Little Miss.

Well, I would have told you. But you didn't come home last night.

I know. I'm sorry. It was work. It's been a mad week.

And the Department of Defense wants me to stay on top of this case here.

So, listen.

You chief suspect is Doug Randell?

You know him?

Yeah, sort of. He worked for the m*llitary for a few years.

That's odd.

What?

I'm at the victim's apartment. And there's bedding on the couch.

Like he had company.

I'm in the middle of something. I'll call you back.

Wait, wait, wait. Leslie.

What were you hiding, Brock?

Ecstasy...?

I thought you were clean.

Hood. Meet me at the hospital. We need to talk to that girl Kate...

Who overdosed in the alley.

Brock has the same Ecstasy pills at his place that she O.D.'d on.

You good?

Yeah, fine.

We gotta talk to Kate. Head upstairs and try and find her.

Let's hope she's okay and ready to talk. She downed a load of that drug crap.

I'll check Emergency. See if anyone wanders in with a g*nsh*t wound.

Excuse me. I'm looking for someone.

You gotta be kidding me. Doug Randell?

Stop!

What happened?

Doug Randell happened. He's bleeding badly.

b*llet hole. I guess we found the missing slug.

It's obvious that you didn't get your brains from me.

Everywhere I turn in this house, someone's shoving a textbook in my face.

How are we doing?

You're my dad, Jake. We don't need to make a big thing out of it.

I'm sorry, but I just found out that I have a sixteen year old daughter.

So it's kind of a big thing for me.

You've been avoiding me for days now.

I'm fine.

How long did you know Mom for?

We were...

We were young. I was younger.

Same age as me, right?

It's a little bit young for... You know...

Don't you think?

Yeah. Yes, it was. It is.

Anyways. We were kids.

And one day she left. And I never saw her again.

Why didn't you look for her? Try and connect with her again?

You gotta understand.

Your mother was an amazing woman. She had this boyfriend.

He was older. I mean, what are the chances that she'd go out with me, right?

She was insanely pretty. Like you.

She was smart, popular.

I mean, I was basically a juvenile delinquent.

So my chances were slim.

Then one day she breaks up with buddy. Whatever his name was.

And, that was my chance. I made my move. I asked her out.

And she went out with me.

For how long?

We dated for a bit. I was totally in love with her.

But...

She got back together with the boyfriend. And...

That was that.

So she moves away.

And sixteen years later I show up.

Surprise.

I sure wish I knew about you then.

I would do anything to be able to have been there when...

To watch you grow up.

To be there when you needed me.

It's okay, Jake. Better late than never, right.

Am I interrupting some, like, mother daughter bonding?

Why do you have my phone?

I was updating it. You got a text.

___

You need me to back you up?

Yeah.

Anyways. We've got all the time in the world now, right?

So you have fund doing your algebra.

I'll see you later.

You made yourself at home.

He said you authorized it, sir.

Ma'am, m'om.

Sergeant... is fine. Thanks.

Constable. Can you give us a minute?

Yeah.

What happened?

That's what you get for trying to play peacekeeper.

Broke up a fight.

Are you sure you broke up a fight and you weren't in one...?

I'm fine.

Babe, whatever you're worried about, I told you I left that behind years ago.

But I did notice that you're not wearing our wedding ring.

Yeah.

We can talk about that later.

Constable. What do you got on our chief suspect?

Sergeant. There is nothing coming from the unit outside Doug's place or the APB.

Okay. What do we got on Doug?

Callum: Not much. Worked for the m*llitary for years. Support staff.

Applied for the Corp a few times. But was denied due to bad eyesight.

Doug managed to get away back at the hospital.

But he did leave behind his coat... with a pocket full of these.

Grayson. Did you look into them?

Yeah. Turns out they're lot stickers from a local microbrewery The Chain Rock Brewery.

Callum: That's the odd thing, though. There's no record of Doug working there.

Lab results from the residue test show that there was no gunpowder on the victim...

Brock Purcell's hands.

So. Two g*ns in play.

Tinny: Brock didn't fire either.

So, we're looking for another sh**t besides Doug.

(Ring)

Let's look into this brewery.

It's not much to go on, but... They might know where to find Doug.

Not me?

We'll share information for now, but... Let's let my officers handle this. Okay?

Okay. Are you mad at me?

Don't forget. I'm not the green little girl cop you left behind all those years ago.

I know there's something you're not telling me.

Leslie.

Don't say another word...

Until you're ready to come clean.

Doyle. Let's go.

It's Doug Randell.

He does the occasional shift for me when he's not working on the Base.

Yet, Mr. Dalton, there's no record of that.

So I can assume you were paying him under the table.

I run a small business.

Sometimes we have to get creative to keep things afloat.

The arrangement worked for both of us.

Did you and Doug have any other kinds of arrangements?

[Crash in the distance.]

I'm on it.

No. Quite frankly, I'm surprised you think he could have k*lled someone.

He's a good kid. A hard worker.

Thanks, Mr. Dalton. If you see Doug...

You'll call me right away.

You'll be the first.

Doug Randell. You need to lower your w*apon.

I can't do that. I can't.

I didn't k*ll Brock.

I know you didn't k*ll Brock.

Brock wasn't k*lled with a nine millimeter.

So... Let's get to the bottom of it, okay?

First, you need to drop that.

I can't.

Drop it, or I'll pull my g*n and sh**t you.

I know what you're thinking.

You got a g*n pointed directly at me, right?

Yeah. Ahhh! Yes.

So first off...

That shoulder's getting worse. It's gonna throw your aim.

Second... I'm an insanely good sh*t.

But...

Third...

My partner's got a service w*apon pointed directly at your head.

So lower your g*n... And put it on the ground.

Or, like I said... I'll sh**t you.

If that's not the m*rder w*apon...

Doug's not our k*ller.

But he knows who is.

You know, I always wanted to be part of the Doyle family by human blood.

Creepy.

No. Not, like, as your daughter. That would be weird.

Plus Tinny and I would be related and we wouldn't be able to date...

Other people, because, as her relative...

I'd be super protective of her suitors and I'd sh**t them in the gut.

Callum: Hey.

I wanted to meet you here to tell you to stay out of my business.

I don't need you and Leslie watching everything I do, Okay?

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Come on, Jake. I know you're telling Leslie about all this.

If I wanted Leslie to find out you're a dirtbag punk... Believe me...

I don't want her to find out from me.

I got a feeling she's gonna figure it out all on her own anyways.

[Door opens.]

Keep the car running.

What are you doing here?

Shut up. Hey. I remember you.

[Punch]

I owed you that.

What's in the tickle trunk there?

I mean if it's a present for me, buddy...

You should know that I got everything I need.

Callum here owe me twenty five thousand.

And I'm gonna get it one way or another.

I don't like the sound of that.

Oooh.

Good looking wife. Seriously. She's hot.

Cop too.

You leave her out of this.

Come on now, b'ys. Every one just...

Why don't we all just relax? Alright.

I'll get ye two a couple of beers. What do you say?

You like Gallos?

[Crunch.]

[Smash]

What are you doing?

You think this changes anything?

Now why don't you take it easy before you do something you can't undo.

You're the one who's gonna need to be taking it easy... In your face.

OK. Wait. Wait.

What do you want from us?

I offered bucko here an opportunity to pay down his debt.

And he refused.

I changed my mind, okay. I'll do it.

You see Cal... I can't trust you anymore. It's too late.

But Jakey here... I got a good feeling about.

Yeah? What makes you think I'm gonna help you?

Either you do...

Or something bad happens to his cop wife.

A simple drop off. Do not look in the trunk.

I'll text you an address. You got two hours to make the delivery.

If you don't... Well...

Let's just hope for Leslie Bennett's welfare, that that won't happen.

I don't need your help.

Don't say another word.

You stay out of it.

We'll take care of this. Now get out.

Leslie: We know your g*n isn't the m*rder w*apon.

And I don't believe you k*lled Brock.

Someone sh*t at you in that alley.

We got the evidence, Doug.

What if I was there? I was drunk. I didn't see nudding.

Stop lying. You saw a lot.

And we know you sh*t back with your nine millimetre.

The b*llet we pulled out of that wall? It matches your g*n.

We got an eye witness that saw you and Brock arguing earlier.

Why were you fighting? Was it over the dr*gs?

I want a lawyer.

Just because I don't believe you k*lled Brock, doesn't mean you won't go down for accessory to m*rder.

I would think on that.

He knows who sh*t Brock. He's either protecting him, or he's afraid of what they might do to him.

I'm sorry about earlier.

Brock being k*lled is setting off some serious cop instincts.

And I guess I'm seeing everything.

Whether it's there or not.

It's cool. Just...

I understand.

Shall we forget about it?

Yeah.

Leslie...

Let's just stay on our toes until this whole thing is over, okay?

Yeah.

We got something.

It's the footage from the alleyway outside the bar.

That's Doug.

Who's he arguing with?

Leslie: That's Brock.

Stop it there.

The sh**t started before Brock ever was in the alley.

He was just checking out the scene.

Brock wasn't the target. Doug was.

That explains why he's not talking.

Does this mean the dr*gs you found at Brock's place aren't related to the sh**ting?

It turns out that Brock wasn't even using.

His tox screen came clean.

There are a lot of pills in the place.

Just because he wasn't using, doesn't mean he wasn't dealing.

I woulda known if he was.

I still think these dr*gs are connected somehow.

And I know who we need to talk to.

Listen, hey. You guys got this? I gotta follow up on another lead.

Yeah. Of course.

Great.

Is this the guy that sold you the dr*gs?

I didn't do any dr*gs.

In case you didn't notice, Kate, you're in the hospital.

Yeah.

You coulda ended up in the morgue, if it wasn't for Sergeant Bennett.

Constable, give us a minute?

We're not here to bust you.

People make mistakes.

It's what they do about them that matters.

Thank you for saving me. My life.

I got this stuff from a bartender.

I don't remember much more. But...

I know it was a woman.

Is this her?

Thank you.

[Ring]

What are you at, "Dad"?

Yeah, listen.

I need you to run a name for me. Ray Maddox.

I didn't know we were working a case.

Just do it, would you, please.

He's not too old for a boot in the arse.

(Laughs)

Jake, there could be anything in that crate.

You know, there could be a b*mb. There could be a horse's head.

There could be a b*mb and a horse's head! Pull over! Pull over!

Relax, OK? We gotta follow this through.

I need to figure out whatever the hell Callum is up to.

Callum? What do you care about Callum? He stole your girl...

...ish looks. He stole your girlish looks. Ah, forget it.

I don't care about Callum. This is about Leslie.

I wanna make sure she doesn't get dragged into this.

Des: You know Jake, you're a good guy.

And Sloan's really lucky to have you as a father.

But maybe you should start driving more dad-like, okay?

And not getting so many speeding tickets. Now. What's our next move?

We gotta figure out whatever the hell's in that crate.

But unfortunately, I think we got a tail.

What?

That's Ray's guys. What are they doing?

They wanna make sure we deliver, probably.

Yeah, but why doesn't he just do it?

Why doesn't he get his boys to do the drop? Why are we doing this?

I don't know, Des! Maybe he doesn't wanna get caught.

I think I got a way to lose them.

The manager says Melissa took the recycling out ten minutes ago.

Leslie. When I was running the security tapes, I accessed the weather stations for the area, they all got cameras.

Good. So...

So there's something on one of the tapes I think you need to see.

It has Callum and Jake on it.

Callum was fighting with some guys. Jake actually tried to break it up.

Leslie: Oh no. Melissa.

She's dead.

They're still on us.

Jake: I know. We're almost there.

What are you talking about?

[Ring] What do you got?

So, this Ray Maddox is much more than your regular loan shark.

What does that mean?

Rose: He's known as a guy who can get anything at any time for the right price.

So whatever you're doing with this guy, be careful.

You got big responsibilities now. And my days of raising problematic kids are over.

Okay. Good to know.

Des: Jake. Jake. This is a forty zone.

Yeah, I know.

Cop, Jake!

How do you think I got those tickets?

[Siren, ]

Nice. Nice work. Now what?

Now we find out whatever the hell we got in our trunk.

This feels like a city record for dead people on one day.

Let along two people that are k*lled with the same g*n.

What?

If you insist on getting me to do your forensics analysis without me telling forensics that I'm doing it, you're gonna have to sign off on me overtime.

You help me solve this thing, I'll get you whatever you want.

Consider me bribed. So...

b*llet. Close range.

Same calibre that k*lled Brock over there. Thirty eight.

And the one we pulled out of Doug's shoulder.

And your educated guess says it was the same g*n?

My educated guess is that the bodies that show up down here are usually connected to dr*gs.

I know Brock was clean, but...

You're right.

Melissa was pushing the same type of Ecstasy that we found in Brock's apartment.

And I got a feeling that's what Brock wanted to talk to me about before he was k*lled.

Well... There's your answer.

If you're sure Brock was clean, and he was angry at Melissa for selling...

Maybe whoever k*lled Melissa and Brock...

Did so to keep them quiet.

They woulda known the supplier.

If this works out, I want many drinks paid for by you.

Yes b'y.

And don't be afraid to send me that Jake Doyle too.

I mean, if you're finished with him.

We'll see about the drinks.

Sergeant...

Someone didn't want Melissa telling us who's behind this Ecstasy ring.

So what's our next step?

We need to talk to Doug again. He holds the key to all of this.

Maybe this second m*rder will get him talking.

Whatever's on that tape... I wanna see it. You got me?

I didn't show it to anyone else.

Okay.

Hey, boss. Doug was released an hour ago.

Why wasn't I notified?

A high priced lawyer came in and out. Happened in minutes.

The guy was better than Danny Williams.

Where'd he get the money to hire the best criminal law firm in the city?

I'll find out. I know a judge who might have some answers.

Okay. You two track down Doug.

Now that he's out there, he's an easy target.

What are you trying to tell me Brock?

A U.V. flashlight?

Gotcha.

But Doug had the beer lot stickers.

Tinny. I gotta look into something.

But I need you and Grayson to stake out Brock's apartment.

Doug was crashing here.

And he's gonna be back.

Alright. Look.

If there's a head in there...

I'm gonna lose my poo. Alright? I'm just saying.

Just keep whatever's inside you, inside you, and open the trunk.

Okay...

What is it?

Whoa! Don't touch it, Des.

Read the label. It's acid.

Here, I gotta make a call.

Grayson: By the way, congrats on winning the gold medal in the Regatta.

You look good rowing too.

It was hot.

Thank you.

How are things with you and Daz?

Des. Fine.

Look, I...

I know you and I are in the past now. I know that.

I'm just saying that sometimes it can be difficult to make that transition from friendship to relationship.

Thanks for that deep, meaningful advice, cocky.

It's Doug.

Leslie was right. He's back for his stash.

Sergeant? Doug just entered Brock's house.

Doug wants the dr*gs he hid in the fridge.

What do you want us to do?

Keep an eye on him, but don't make a move till I get there.

The dr*gs are gone. But he's gonna tear the place up looking for them.

Don't worry. He's not going anywhere.

And get this. The law firm that bailed out Doug, was hired by John Dalton.

The brewery owner?

Grayson: Yeah, and it didn't come cheap.

Which makes you wonder how a struggling business owner was able to raise that kind of capital.

Leslie: Yeah. I think I know how Dalton got the cash.

He's shipping the dr*gs in kegs marked with an Ecstasy stamp.

That's why we saw Doug at the brewery.

He was looking for more stash.

Dalton's a supplier.

We don't have enough evidence.

Dalton could pin all this on Doug or Melissa.

I’ll be there in a sec.

Go.

Doug. You gotta come with me.

My lawyer got me out. So back off.

g*n!

[Bang. Bang. Bang]

[Bang. Bang. Bang]

Someone sh*t at me. Again. So why am I in here?

You should be out there looking for whoever did this.

Come on, Doug. You know who did this.

Let's not start running around in circles here.

What? No.

Sure you do.

We know what happened in that alley. You were there to meet your supplier, who was pretty angry at you for skimming some of the product.

Which you stashed in Brock's refrigerator.

That's crazy.

How could I do that?

We know you were staying there.

Brock was your sponsor, wasn't he?

He tried to help you get clean.

And that's what you two were fighting about just before Brock was k*lled.

Wait.

Brock walked right in the middle of a sh**t between you and the supplier, John Dalton.

He k*lled Melissa because he was worried she was gonna lead us to him.

And he tried to finish you off and he nearly took out Sergeant Bennett here.

And I happen to like Sergeant Bennett very much, Doug.

Look. I remember you from the Base. You're a good fella.

I know you were a contract worker, but you always had that soldier's mentality.

Now, come on.

I didn't plan on any of this.

I just got messed up in the dr*gs.

Brock tried to help me, but I just kept relapsing.

Brock was a good guy.

He'd want you to do the right thing now.

Dalton is the supplier.

He k*lled Brock. And Melissa.

I'll testify against Dalton. I'll tell everything I know.

Jake: What are you at, Ray? How's it going?

Not so good.

My guy didn't get his package.

And then my boys got pulled over.

And subsequently arrested for outstanding warrants.

See you really gotta screen your staff. Please don't screen me, okay?

I guess you don't like that pretty cop.

I thought she was your girlfriend or something.

Tell you what. I got another deal to offer you.

Hood!

Ray Maddox.

I got a couple of questions for you downtown.

Looks like your boys we picked up were in a talking mood.

Burn. You see? See what I was talking about screening your staff.

It was a long time ago. It was a small thing involving...

Hood. Can I have him for a second, please?

And promise me you won't tell Leslie about any of this.

You have twenty seconds.

Alright. You tell me right now that you will not hurt Leslie Bennett...

And I won't tell the cops about the barrel of acid I have stashed in my truck.

Alright.

Not to be a tool...

But this happens when you try to call in an eight year old debt.

Eight years. What are you talking about?

He took out that loan two weeks ago.

What did you say?

You're buddy Callum's into a whole mess of things.

You want my advice, Jake? You steer clear of him.

That's free advice.

You know, I gotta say, this parental thing is really working for you.

But, side note... Why are we doing this?

I mean the cops already have Ray. It's all good right?

Look. Whatever Callum was tangled up in...

I just wanna make sure that Leslie's safe.

Yeah, I know. I just gotta tell you, Jake. If he is, it's pretty serious.

'Cause hydrochloric acid has a number of applications for dissolving unwanted items. Like human bodies, for example.

Jake: It's also a precursor in the making of dr*gs.

You don't think that Callum's involved in any kind of drug ring, do you?

No b'y.

Wow man. Look at all this gear!

Des, keep it down.

What are you doing?

Hey. No worries. Just...

Stay calm, okay. We're here to make a delivery on behalf of Ray Maddox.

Open it.

Des. Can I get a hand?

Alright. Come on. Come on!

See?

There you go. It's all good.

Hold it!

Jake?

Drop the g*ns. Or the kid's dead.

Des.

Just stay calm.

We know you k*lled Brock and Melissa.

No one else needs to get hurt.

Yeah. Especially me. Or Tinny.

Just don't hurt Tinny, OK?

Shut up Des.

Yes. Des. Shut up.

You. Give me the drum.

Okay.

Why don't you lower your g*n a little.

So that there aren't any accidents.

We'll do the same.

Arrgh!

My eyes!

[Bang]

Thirty eight calibre.

It's the m*rder w*apon.

John Dalton is going down for the m*rder of Brock Purcell and Melissa Hartley.

Congratulations.

Yeah.

Listen. We should talk.

No. I saw the weather station tape.

I saw that you saved Callum.

And Hood told me you had him take down Ray Maddox.

Callum always had a dark streak.

He always managed to find himself in trouble. I just...

Chose to forget it. I guess.

I'm sorry.

So what now?

I don't know.

Honestly I don't.

He's my husband. That should mean something.

Do not feel obligated, just because of that.

Obviously, I'm the last person in the world that should be giving you this kind of advice.

But still.

I'll see ya later.

Let's go.

So. Are you okay?

Yeah. We switched the acid with water before we got here.

Why did you scream?

Effect...?

I'll see you later.

What is that?

Callum: Hey.

Aw, man...

I know Brock was an informant. But he was also your friend.

I'm so sorry about all this, Yeah.

But I gotta tell you. I really enjoyed working together.

How much money do you owe Ray Maddox?

Good. Don't answer me. I don't wanna know any details.

Okay. Obviously Jake Doyle is spreading a bunch of lies, 'cause he's trying to break us apart.

No, actually, the police officers I work with told me about Ray Maddox.

And I saw the security footage of Jake saving your ass from being handed to you by a bunch of thugs.

It's not what you think.

What is it, Callum?

Tell me.

You working some secret case with the m*llitary?

Fighting skeety loan sharks?

Boy. This reunion didn't go the way I'd hoped.

I gotta tell you, I feel like an idiot.

Two months with you.

And suddenly I'm transported back into the body of a dumb, little naive girl... who'll believe anything you tell her.

I see.

Okay.

Obviously you've made up your mind. So I'm convicted without a jury or judge.

That's...

Look me in the eye and tell me you're not involved in a shitload of illegal garbage.

I'm not!

Something you never realized about me all these years...

It blows my mind.

What is that?

I always knew... when you lied to me.

Every time.

But I loved you.

And I chose to pretend it wasn't true.

I'm not pretending anymore.

Go.

Make sure you don't come back from the dead again.

Great work today. Really.

Thanks. You too.

Peace offering.

I should be the one buying.

You spotted the sh**t. I didn't.

Well, if you're trying to swell my head, it's working.

Hey, I know...

I know you're with someone.

But, you wanna get outta here?

Okay. I'm sorry. I totally get it. Outta bounds. I apologise.

No. Look. It's okay.

Thanks for the drink.

So. Congrats to you guys. You solved a big one.

Yeah. You seen Bennett?

No.

But look who's here? Jake Doyle.

My cue. Doyle kills a good buzz pretty quick like.

I'm glad you're here. Let's get this party started.

Wow.

Um, have you...

So what's your plan for tonight?

Taking on the town? Or what?

I'm looking for Leslie. Is she here?

No.

Likely locked in at home with that husband of hers.

Yeah...

Huh.

If your on the go later, a group of us are heading down to Greensleeves.

And then later on we'll be at the Sundance. So...

Cool...

Text me.

Announcer: Next Wednesday

Hi!

Why are you running?

The government, they're after me.

Do not get in that car!

This is an international matter!

Announcer: An all-new episode featuring guest stars Alan Doyle and Scott Grimes.

Look out!

sh**t him.

What?!

Announcer: Republic of Doyle, next Wednesday at 9:00 on CBC.