05x15 - Expansion

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Announcer: Previously, on Republic of Doyle.

Mr. Mayor.

Jake.

[Punch]

I know about the kickbacks.

I'm arresting you on suspicion of fraud.

You did this.

You're trying to move some of that fake designer product?

That's one big headache.

Who took it?

Luke: The cops.

They're confiscating everything.

We okay?

Female Newscaster: Former Mayor, William Cadigan Clarke was released from prison today after serving two years of a three year sentence.

Clarke was charged with accepting kickbacks for municipal contracts.

As well as for accepting bribes for his support on key issues.

I insist that I am innocent. That I am the victim of a vast conspiracy--

orchestrated by the Royal Newfoundland Constabulary.

This is nothing other than a smear campaign.

And it's implemented by the local police.

One officer in particular.

Hood: Yeah. A conspiracy to take down the most corrupt mayor in our history.

Didn't Clare and Leslie Bennett have a-- thing?

Yeah, boss. But-- when it came town to do what had to be done, Bennett, she took care of business.

Tinny: B'ys.

Hey.

Inspector.

Watching TV on job, are we?

No.

You're right. Sorry. Everyone get back to work.

Sorry about that.

Not exactly a great way to start my tenure as your superior.

I have work to do. If you'll excuse me.

Newscaster: Clarke, who served two terms as mayor, was released today. Throughout his entire incarceration he has maintained...

Des: Clarke is out.

And it's not fit.

Jake, isn't that that super hot loan shark missus, Harley Denief?

It's obvious Clarke is picking up exactly where he left off.

[Phone notice sound.]

Oh. We gotta meet Mal.

Des, you didn't make a deposit this week, by any chance, did you?

No, why? Rose might have.

Yeah, I bet she did.

It's probably nothing.

Come on.

Are you coming or what?

Ah, no. And this is a tad embarrassing, but-- there's an issue with the bathroom, that we both now share.

'Cause being roommates and... it's time sensitive.

Sloan [on phone]: Yeah. You got me. Leave a message.

Mal: My son, Jake.

Still learning to tell the big hand from the little one.

Sorry I'm late. And I hope he wasn't too much of a bother.

I'm actually his legal guardian.

Elsa Tessier. It's no bother at all.

He's been more charming than you.

Too bad everyone's not like him.

Mal: Elsa's been getting death threats.

Really. Any idea who might be behind them?

Likely business related. My company was awarded the contract to the airport expansion.

That ruffled a few feathers.

Probably nothing.

But this past week, I've been getting a few random texts.

I thought it would be a good idea to get some protection.

These are quite the text messages.

Stop what you're doing or you're dead.

Liar. Last warning. Have you gone to the cops with any of this?

I thought it was childishness at first.

Then Elsa came out of her office and found that.

Jake: Cheater.

I gotta be honest, Elsa. This whole thing...

It just feels a lot more personal than professional.

Hear that?

[Gauge rattles.]

Get down!

[expl*si*n.]

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Mal: I think we should take you to the hospital.

Just to be safe.

No. I'm fine. Really.

I think we should call the cops in on this.

No police. This is a huge contract for me. I can't-- lose it.

If I seem, in any way, unable to finish the job, I'd be in breach of contract.

One of my competitors will finish it.

My company's reputation will be ruined.

Des: Been there.

I was a Dickie-Dee ice cream guy one summer.

All of a sudden, Ice Cream Joe moves in, and I can't move a Dixie cup.

How do you want us to handle the about the big expl*si*n?

As far as anyone's concerned, this was an industrial accident.

Well, you've hired us.

So, it's your prerogative on how you want us to proceed. But--

I can't help but feel like you're holding something back from us.

Jake: Yeah.

It all feels a little personal, don't you think?

Curtis Mercer.

My soon to be ex-husband.

Jake: He look familiar to you?

We're going through a divorce.

I have a pre-nup with him.

So if you split, he gets nothing.

And if anything happens to you--

He gets the lot. Yes.

Mal: I think it's time we had a little chat with Curtis.

Don't you?

You see the news today?

The old mayor Clarke is back in town.

Yeah. He was a crook. Plain and simple.

And if he had any dignity left at all, he'd slither out of town.

You should run for mayor. I'd vote for you.

I can see the headlines now...

Mayor's son caught with pants down.

Again.

Is that smoke?

Yeah.

You guys are late. Get your clothes off and get in there.

Luke: You got a pretty good deal going here, don't you?

Hooking in with this family. Nice work.

Like I said. Be quiet.

So, you get his cash?

It's in my bag.

That should hold Saul.

Luke: I told you--

We shouldn't have borrowed from him in the first place.

[Knock on door.]

Luke: Sloan!

(Whispering.) Shut up. Hide the cash. Now.

Rose: Sloan.

I'm changing!

Who's in there?

Nobody. My TV.

My headphones fell out of my phone.

Get out!

Oh!

Um. Who are you?

I'm Luke.

Sloan's--

I'm her boyfriend.

Well, Luke.

I suggest you jump out that window right now.

Before somebody other than me finds you and throws you out of it, Are you jok--

I realize we're on the second floor.

But I want to teach you to never come back here again.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

Good.

Even though Elsa and I are going through a rough patch right now, I'd never do anything to hurt her.

Sloan. Call me back.

We're working here.

We're creative as a couple. We're in an open relationship.

I know where I recognize this guy.

William L. Chafe and Sons. The store.

We busted him.

He was taking dirty pictures of women while they were changing.

Brandon Mercer.

I had that changed.

My name is Curtis.

I had issues then. But I got help. Elsa knows all about it.

Photography is my release.

His release. His release is hanging out in the garage that apparently he lives in where everyone including himself is naked.

You know, Brandon-- I mean Curtis-- some people might think that's disgusting.

I'm an artist. There's a fine line between what some people might think--

Curtis. We know about the pre-nup.

You won't get a cent.

Unless something was to happen to Elsa.

Wait, wait, wait.

I still love my wife.

And I plan to win Elsa back.

Then you might want to reconsider the game plan here.

You know-- Curtis. I'm no artist.

But these look like surveillance pictures to me.

So?

I was following my wife. Is that illegal.

Yes, actually, it is. And why would you want to do that?

To find out if Else was cheating on me.

Says the man who hangs out with hot naked girls in his garage.

Who's buddy?

Curtis: Blake Brogan.

He owns a contracting company that bid on the same airport expansion contract that Elsa did.

He lost. She won.

And get this. Now he works for her.

What?

I dunno. Maybe it's just Leslie and Clarke.

Now the naked guy in the garage.

Sounds like the beginning of a dirty joke. But, go on.

I got a weird sinking feeling about Sloan.

Sinking feeling? How? What do you mean?

Never repeat what I'm about to tell ya.

But our safe is a lot. And I mean-- a lot short of cash.

I saw her over by the thing yesterday.

Oh.

I'm not saying that she had anything to do with it.

I don't even know what I'm getting on with.

Even if you're right--

And I'm not saying that I am.

Exactly. We'll deal with it.

She's had a confusing upbringing. We can't expect her to be perfect from the start.

[Knock, knock.]

Jake: Hey!

Buddy.

If you're here for the modeling gig, Flashy McPerve is...

William Cadigan Clarke.

Jake: What the hell are you doing here?

People call me Bill now.

Oh, you shortened it for prison, did you? How cute.

I'm a free man. You two leave me alone or I call the cops.

I'm sure they'll come running.

Look, I don't want any trouble.

I'm here visiting an old friend. Looks like Elsa's not here.

So I'll be on my way, okay?

Oh, and Jake.

Say hi to Leslie for me, will you?

I can't wait to see her again.

What did you say?

You can't wait to see her?

Son. It's not worth it.

Tell you what. If you even go near Leslie-- I will end you.

Same old Jake, huh?

[Camera click.]

[Camera click.]

Okay. That's a bit of a coincidence.

That Clarke showed up here.

Either he's involved in this.

Or he's following us.

One or the other.

Elsa: I can't be locked up here like this.

Compared to Jake and Malachy, I may be relatively new to the PI thing.

I mean, I'm sort of a junior, semi-senior, if you catch my drift.

No. I don't. Why are you telling me this?

Well, you see, I've developed a technique to help people in your situation.

Would you like to know more? No pressure.

No.

What I do is-- I take the client. And I put them under a microscope.

Of sorts. Not an actual one. That would be ridiculous.

But on that examines anything at all that might be relevant.

Even your most intimate secrets.

Let's begin. So--

You have been engaged three times.

But only married once.

How do you know that?

Did you do the breaking up, or did they?

You were dumped.

That is always tough.

Now.

I see you have no record. But...

But what?

But there were several links of disturbances to your address.

Now, no judgments. But is Curtis abusive?

Curtis? No. I have been known on occasion to smash up my husband's art work to make a point.

What point?

That he's a freeloading son of a bitch.

Okay. Temper. Ah, a temper can lead to several enemies.

Including your husband. But he's already a suspect.

I do not have a temper.

Don't go around telling people that.

Of course I won't.

Unless people come asking.

On to your business dealings.

You know what?

I'm leaving. Tell Mal and whatever his name is to hurry up and find out who's blowing stuff up around me.

Okay.

Hey. Jake. It's me. Um--

Elsa took off. I'm not sure why. So I'm gonna tail her.

I'll keep you posted. Bye.

I'm heading out.

No you're not. Sit down.

Please.

Don't make a big thing of it. I had a boy stay over. So what?

So what?

You think that's where I'm gonna leave this whole thing?

It's none of your business. So...

Before you say another word. Think about how disrespectful you're being. And stop.

I'm not an idiot, my dear. Nor am I a Stepford wife.

I know that you had a man in your bed. And that he slept over.

We didn't do a whole lot of sleeping.

Don't be crass, Sloan. You're only sixteen.

Just say you're sorry. And tell me you're not gonna invite people into our house without our knowledge.

Oh right. Because if you had known, you'd have left out a towel and a toothbrush.

And that you'll respect your grandfather and this house.

And me, and the rest of your family.

It was stupid.

Honestly. We had nowhere to go.

And I figured you were cool. And you'd rather me be here than somewhere else. And we didn't do anything.

Don't patronize me.

I'm not.

I wouldn't.

He wanted to do stuff. That's part of the reason I brought him here.

So I'd have an out.

Well. I'll let you know if I decide to tell Jake about this.

It will never happen again.

Oh, I know that.

So you've heard?

Clarke is out on good behaviour. Can you believe that?

Yeah. Our paths crossed on a case I'm working on.

Looks like he's working with a known loan shark. Her name is--

Harley Denief.

Harley. Yeah. Harley Denief.

Yeah. I'm familiar with her.

Clarke's prison visiting records.

Thanks Hood, and, um--

I know. It's all on the QT. I really hate this guy.

Looks like Harley was a regular visitor.

She saw Clarke on six separate occasions.

So they've been working on something for a long time.

I'll keep you posted if I find anything else.

Okay thanks. Oh, and Leslie--

Yeah?

I just--

I miss you.

Just--

Did you guys take this picture?

No, Mr. Brogan. But a fairly reliable source did.

Ah. Elsa's idiot husband.

He'll sink her business if she's not careful.

None of that matters, does it?

In the end I'll get the contract just like I should have gotten it in the first place.

I suppose it's safe to say that you'd have a lot to game if something was to happen to Elsa.

Let's not get dramatic.

Dramatics aside.

It must sting. You lose the contract.

And then you ended up working for her.

In the picture, it looks like you're arguing.

What was that all about?

Else subcontracted some of the work to me. We were discussing--

some cost overruns and which one of us would pay for them.

She's got a bit of a temper. So do I.

It's just business.

Alright. Do you know of any other contractors who might have a grudge against Else?

Let's put it this way. I'm not the kind of guy to write "Cheater" on the back of her car.

Talk to her moron husband.

I got a terminal to finish.

See yourselves out, would ya?

Jake: Look. Obviously I might be reading too much into this, but why else would Clarke have been at Elsa's, if he's not tangled up in this somehow?

[Ring]

Des.

Hey. So, I've been following Elsa.

And it looks like Clarke and that Harley missus are too.

Because they're pulling in, in their Hummer right now.

And they're kidnapping her.

Follow them and send us a location.

Clarke kidnapped Elsa. Let's go.

Clarke's got Elsa. Why?

Turn here.

Tell Des to fall back.

What the hell are they doing?

Slow down, b'y. You're gonna pass them.

There's something wrong with the brakes, Dad. I think they're cut!

Watch it!

Gear down.

Yes b'y. And tear the engine right out of her.

This car has been through enough already.

The car? Shag the car, Jake.

We can't let anyone get hurt!

I knew Clarke was involved in all this.

You think he's responsible for the att*cks on Elsa?

Why else would he take her?

Should we call the cops, at least? And report the kidnapping.

We could. But then if Clarke finds out it might spook him.

And he could hurt her.

Jake: Harley is our way to Clarke.

Clarke. He has Elsa.

Female Voice: Really.

Boys.

I didn't cut your brakes.

I wanted you to know that.

Who did?

You're not gonna tell us?

Why are you working with Clarke?

He hired me.

To do what?

To help him get money back from people around town.

From his time in office.

Money in exchange for favours.

That's disgusting.

Jake: Kickbacks.

Des. She means kickbacks.

I though Clarke ratted everyone out at the trial.

Not everyone.

So he left some people out of it.

And now he's running around town collecting money for keeping his mouth shut.

Mal: Elsa's company got the airport contract in exchange for a kickback to Clarke.

And now he wants her to pay up.

Something isn't adding up here.

Clarke is not gonna hurt Elsa. That way he won't get any money out of her.

What are you doing here?

Why are you helping us?

I'm a business woman. But this?

This is all too personal for my liking.

You're a hired g*n with a conscience.

All I'm saying is that you guys really did a number on Clarke.

He's a changed man. I don't know what he's gonna do next.

Just came to give you fair warning.

Where is he keeping Elsa?

Clarke wants his money. Elsa's got a safe at her house.

You do the math.

Mal: Elsa?

Hands where we can see them, Clarke.

Easy. Single malt.

Where is Elsa?

A toast.

To Jake Doyle. Dumbest guy I've ever met.

We know you've been running around with Harley collecting your old kickback debts.

Do you, now? So do you have proof?

Hearsay? Anything?

Are you okay?

Yes I'm fine.

Hello police? I have an intruder in my home.

B and E. Maybe kidnapping.

Looks like you broke parole.

You're going back to prison, buddy.

Elsa: Yes I know them.

It's Jake and Malachy Doyle.

What's up?

I'm just doing a pass on the books for you.

There's something really odd here.

Oh. What?

We're missing twenty thousand dollars.

Twenty grand.

How is that possible?

I have no idea.

Oh. I bet you Jake took it.

He sometimes dips into the till. Maybe he's got it involved in some case right now.

No. He asked me earlier today if I brought any cash to the bank for an early deposit.

I'm pretty sure he didn't take it.

Sloan: Who d*ed?

Oh my God. Did someone actually die? I was joking.

Rose: No.

We're dealing with a tax issue right now.

It's boring stuff.

Well, well, well.

Look who's here.

Jake Doyle.

Why am I not surprised to see you?

Valerie.

I haven't seen you since the Academy days.

You look great And congratulations.

Apparently you got the top job, huh?

One of them.

And this is me exercising my authority.

You have to leave.

No, no. Elsa hired us. She's our client, we need to be close.

Leslie: That's funny.

Because she asked us to keep you away from her.

Leslie, Elsa hired us. Okay?

She was being threatened.

Valerie: She seems to think it's all a misunderstanding. A prank. So-- Gotta go.

We were there. She was almost k*lled.

Mal: Elsa owes Clarke money.

She's probably afraid she'd go down for bribing her way to a contract.

You're gonna have to back off the case. Including Clarke.

Valerie: After all these years, it would be a shame if our reunion consists of me having to lock you up for harassment.

Elsa.

We know what Clarke has on you. Why don't you just level with us?

I'm sorry I wasted your time.

Just send me the bill.

You're fired.

You don't know what you're dealing with.

You need our help.

I'll be fine. Which is more than I can say for you unless you stay away from me.

[Click]

Maybe we should stay clear. It's not like we got a client any more.

[Click]

I don't know.

Maybe.

[Click]

Des, what?

So, I checked into Elsa's finances.

It turns out she field for bankruptcy protection.

Elsa's broke?

It seem that way.

Okay. Good work. Keep me posted if you find out anything else, all right?

And, just so you know, I think we're gonna have to use the bathroom in the Duke just for a little while. Bye.

Well, now.

I don't think this could get any more awkward.

[Door opens.]

And it just did.

What are you doing?

[Audio of Elsa and Curtis making out.]

There wasn't a lot of foreplay before they...

I couldn't... How are you?

I knew you couldn't leave this alone.

Elsa's life's in danger. And I hate Clarke.

So it's kinda like k*lling two birds and getting stoned.

Well, I wanna take down Clarke as much as you.

[Audio still plays.]

We both got a lot invested in him.

It's hot in here.

How are you?

Fine.

You didn't take the promotion.

No.

Is that because of me?

You think some lot of yourself.

Don't ya? It's more alone the lines of too much paperwork.

Not enough cop work.

And not enough time off.

You really think you should be here.

I'm off duty.

And I'm off tomorrow too.

I don't know how to turn off the--

[Speakers crash again.]

It's been a while since we've been like this.

Yes, it has.

It's nice to have a moment with you.

A second alone anyway.

I've really. I've missed our--

The time that we would have... we used to have together.

I know exactly what you mean, Jake. I feel it too.

I missed you so much.

I missed you too.

I love you, Jake.

I love you. I love you so much.

Hello there.

Hello yourself.

Thank you.

So.

It's okay Jake. We don't have to talk.

Are you out of your mind?

I've been waiting to talk to you for months.

It feels like maybe even my entire life.

Okay. What do you wanna talk about?

Look.

Leslie, you know how I feel about you.

Given the recent events, I'm pretty sure that you might feel the same way.

I do.

I feel the same. I do.

I just think that you and me. I mean, shouldn't we just be--

[Elsa on camera.] Separated.

We are separated. You wonder why?

Because you're incompetent.

I asked you to do one thing.

Curtis: Temper! Temper! I can take care of it.

Shut up, Curtis.

I'll do it, Elsa. I will! I will!

We need the money. Go.

Jake: So. What do you wanna do?

Follow him.

Alrighty then.

Leslie: What's Curtis looking for?

I have no idea. I'll go find out.

Curtis.

No, no, no. This isn't happening.

Yes it is.

Actually, what's happening is--

You're stealing from your wife's job site.

Look-- We got a load of highly expl*sive expl*sives in there, And I was moving them. because they're dangerous.

You're moving them because you're wife told you to sell them.

Isn't that right?

How did you--
No, no, no.

Curtis.

Who are you selling the expl*sives to? Clarke?

We really need the money, okay?

Leslie: Your gonna want to put down that box. And step slowly away from the vehicle.

Put your hands where I can see them. Please.

What?

I'm not doing anything.

Look, he wanted the expl*sives.

I don't know why. But, Elsa and me--

We had no choice but to sell them to him.

Who?

Are you talking about Clarke?

Stop!

Jake: What are you doing?

Curtis, come on!

What a tool.

[Tires screech.]

[Crash]

Curtis. Are you okay?

Ah...

That's a b*llet hole. And I don't think it came from the crash.

Where did the sh*t come from?

This place had enough TNT to take out the airport.

I know that Curtis was gonna sell those expl*sives to Clarke.

Valerie: So this is how you spend your day off?

You okay?

Yeah. Fine.

We're still trying to figure out the sh**t's vantage point.

We're combing the area.

If I may-- Obviously we know that this is the b*llet hole, right? And I'm pretty sure the sh**t was on top of that second building on the rooftop there.

You always had a good eye, Jake.

Good luck finding any evidence.

This guy was a pro.

Besides, he was brazen enough to take a sh*t right in front of a cop.

He wasn't messing around.

Alright.

Make sure we get all of the expl*sives.

Process them and bring them down to the disposal facility.

Got it.

Are you hurt?

No, we're fine.

Good. I only have so much family live left.

Any luck searching for Elsa?

No, but we've got people canvassing the neighbourhood.

We'll head down to her place, then.

Okay. See you guys later.

Bye. Love you.

You gotta say it back, or it doesn't count.

Tinny. No?

You do have a way with kids, you know.

Tinny's far from a kid.

Yeah, but she was.

And she looks up to you.

And I see the way you are with Sloan.

Are you trying to tell me that maybe you're reconsidering the whole having babies with me thing?

Who said I needed to reconsider anything in the first place?

You met Rose, right?

The fire lady who caught me in my bed?

She'll k*ll you if she finds you here.

We got bigger problems than your fake family right now.

Shut up, Luke. Stop being such a wimp.

Give Saul the money I gave you. He'll lay off.

You're messing with the wrong people here, Sloan.

I can handle Saul.

I hope so. Because he wants to see you right now.

Leslie: She didn't set her alarm.

She must have left in a hurry.

Do you think she's skipped town?

Jake: That depends.

Maybe she heard that Curtis was dead.

Unless she was the sh**t. Which is unlikely.

Is Clarke any good with a g*n?

Not that I know of.

But he was full of surprises.

You don't hear a dog, do you?

No. Probably took it with her.

Let's hope so.

There's a dog tracker on his collar.

Maybe.

If she's got the dog with her--

There's the pet tracking program.

[Beep, beep.]

That's weird.

I got the coordinates for our furry little friend here.

Leslie, get back!

[expl*si*n.]

That's one hell of an alarm.

[Ring]

Someone wants Elsa dead. But who?

Des.

Jake. Clarke is here. He's at the Duke.

Hey, everybody!

Gather round. Come on! Drinks are on me. Come on!

[Crown cheers.]

What the hell is he doing there?

He's buying rounds for everyone, including reporters.

It's like he's celebrating.

Listen to me. I need you to find Dad.

Okay? I'm gonna text you Elsa's coordinates.

Jake: Hurry.

Clarke is at the Duke with a bunch of reporters.

We gotta talk to him now.

Milo.

Des: He's safe.

For now.

Get out of my car.

We need to talk.

You need to leave me alone.

Elsa.

Your husband is dead. And you're in danger. Please.

You need to come with us.

Elsa: What?

Curtis is-- Curtis is dead?

Yes. I'm sorry.

No.

Who did this?

You tell us.

Look. They're not gonna stop.

If Clarke's behind this-- you've gotta come clean to the cops.

I didn't-- I didn't mean for any of this to happen.

It's gonna be okay.

But you need to come with me right now.

Des. Follow us.

He can't smell fear, can he?

Clarke: That's what municipal politics is.

It's a snake pit.

And you have to get used-- Jake Doyle.

I knew you'd stop by sooner or later.

And Leslie.

That's a bonus.

Such a great, great piece of ass you are.

Oh man. You-- You're gonna stop talking right now.

Well, I'm not the same guy that you knew before, Jake.

I've changed.

You think I'm scared of you because you did a little time, Clarke?

I will wipe this floor up with your face, if you say one more thing--

directed towards her. Do you understand?

Yeah, I do.

Leslie: Bill, we know about the kickbacks.

And about Elsa's involvement in all of that.

I've already been tried for that. That's double jeopardy. You ever hear of that?

I'm answering the lady's question. All right?

We need to talk to you about the m*rder of Curtis Mercer.

And about a bombing at Elsa Tessier's house.

A b*mb.

Where would you think I learned how to make a b*mb?

Because I don't thin that's part of the correctional education program.

[Laughing.]

It's a crazy story, Sergeant.

You know what? I thought you'd be a shoe-in for inspector. But I did my part.

Sleeping with the mayor. Bringing him down--

Should have fast tracked things for you. Maybe--

sleeping with Jake kinda cancels that out for you.

[Punch]

[Laughing.]

I warned you about that.

You did.

Time to go.

It's okay Jake.

Stand down, okay?

Jake.

Alright Bill.

You win.

I just hope you got an alibi, that's all.

Yeah.

Been here all day.

I got fifty witnesses. You're bartender included.

They can corroborate my story.

Oh. Some reporters here too, Jake.

If we even smell your involvement in all this, Bill.

You're going down.

Slut.

[Punch]

Elsa: I don't know who k*lled Curtis.

Or who's trying to hurt me.

So who were you planning on selling the expl*sives to?

What?

Valerie: We know all about the kick back you gave Clarke in order to get the airport contract.

Leslie: And that he was out to collect. For keeping quiet about it.

Okay. Yes. But I couldn't pay Clarke. I don't have the cash.

Because you're company is bankrupt.

So you arranged to sell large amounts of expl*sives you were using on the job site.

I literally have no idea what you're talking about.

Curtis was k*lled just before he told us who the buyer is.

So whoever it is wanted your husband silent for good.

Look. Curtis drove me crazy. But-- deep down I loved him.

I never meant for him to die.

Leslie: Come on, Elsa.

You know who's behind this.

Valerie: Tell us.

The man you want me to betray--

is far more dangerous than you.

I'm not saying another word.

[Knock, knock.]

Now-- if you'll excuse us. I need to speak with my lawyer.

How much is here?

Twenty.

Very good.

How much do you owe me?

We borrowed thirty. Plus interest.

Which is forty. This is twenty. Do you see a problem here?

I can get the rest.

Don't talk now.

Understand?

Kent.

Twenty grand. Two days. Or you're going to start to see my charming side, Honey.

You do not want to see my charming side.

Jake: Has anyone heard from my daughter today?

Rose: Sloan.

Ah, yes. She should be at school.

I've been calling for hours.

Mal: Jake, focus.

Clarke has zero history with g*ns or bombs.

He might have been shaking down Elsa, but I don't think he could have k*lled Curtis.

His name's Milo.

Harley has a background of v*olence. But I don't think she's that good of a sh*t.

What do we know about Brogan?

Des: Brogan. He's just a... An electrician by trade.

He lost the contract to Elsa.

This dog is freaking me out.

Chesterfield.

Oh! He was staring at me for hours. I just couldn't let him win.

Brogan?

Rose: Yeah. Brogan.Even though his company is much smaller, he was on in the initial bidding.

So-- Elsa goes down.

Brogan swoops in, picks up the contract.

Des: Yeah. I couldn't find much on him.

I'm gonna need bit more time. It's like he didn't exist before he moved here in 2008.

We need to talk to Brogan.

And if Elsa's out of the picture, it's Brogan's site now. Come on.

[Announcer on TV.] At an impromptu news conference today, former mayor Clarke showed reporter what he says...

B'ys, you gotta be kidding me.

Turn off the TV please.

Sergeant, you're not gonna like this.

Who did this to me? You ask?

Your local police did.

Sergeant Leslie Bennett assaulted me in public.

I have witnesses to corroborate my story.

And before you even ask... you're God damned right. I'm gonna press charges.

Jake Doyle-- a local Private Eye-- he threatened to k*ll me.

And they'll be charges against him too, obviously.

Leslie, this is serious.

Please let me handle this.

I'm gonna make some calls. Do some damage control.

Do us a favour.

Please. Stay away from Clarke.

Hood: Leslie. Call your Rep and your counsel.

Don't go making it worse.

What's his address?

Les...

Clarke's address. Write it down. Now Leave it.

[Alarm sound.]
The alarm.

Cops are on the way.

Good. When they get here, we'll tell them everything we know.

We should split up.

Be careful.

Yeah.

Brogan!

Look, man, I just--

Arrgh!

Clarke. No!

Arrgh!

[Whispering]
Leslie.

[Sirens in distance.]

Jake: Clarke.

Clarke.

Valerie: Freeze!

Drop the Kn*fe.

Hood: Jake. Drop the Kn*fe.

Down on the floor now.

Well?

It doesn't look good.

They're gonna keep him here until they're ready to move him to Her Majesty's.

The Pen? Jake can't go back there.

There's too many people inside who want to hurt him.

It's okay, honey. Leslie will sort through all of this.

Jake is looking to talk to his daughter.

Has anybody seen Sloan?

Tinny: No.

I've been calling her all day. Nothing.

Can we see him?

Walter: No. I convinced them let him see Sloan. He's been asking for her.

How are we doing?

I've got it all. You?

Credit cards. Bank accounts. Corporate accounts.

All transferred.

We're very close to being rich.

Good.

You getting cold feet?

These people were good to me.

Wasn't this your plan all along?

No.
Yes.

I mean, I was gonna rip them off. But...

We don't need to do this.

No. We're doing it.

And next we're gonna hit Saul's place.

Are you insane?

The Doyle's barely have twenty K between them.

If we're gonna leave town, we're gonna need more than that to live on.

Saul will k*ll us.

I'm betraying people who took me in.

We rob Saul. We bail. And start somewhere new.

Fine.

Whatever.

I was looking for you.

Now, now, girl. Easy now.

Shhhh.

Almost there.

Let's go.