06x04 - The Driver

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Announcer: Previously, on Republic of Doyle.

Rose: Jake may have forgiven you. But it's gonna be a long while before the rest of us do.

Your daughter has an obsession with messing in my business.

Is that what I think it is?

It's cocaine.

Maybe we could have a conversation.

I'm not sure I want this. You and me.

Dr. John Ronan.

You want us to team up against Vick Saul?

[Crash.]

From now on you answer to me.

I got a proposition for you.

Sorry you feel that way.

But I think I'm gonna pop in and see you anyhow.

Well. Thanks for the heads-up.

Okay. Wait, wait, wait.

It's you're last chance. You can go home if you want to. You can call it quits. You can just give up.

You just might want to consider it.

[g*n cocks.]

[Punch.]

What do you want?

You got it?

I need your help.

And I got a feeling you're gonna give it to me.

Don't worry buddy. I promise.

If you does what I ask, I'll be right behind you.

The entire time.

What do you say?

You feel in the helping mood?

Or what?

Come on now. Think about it. Quickly.

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There are a million surveillance cameras around the airport.

For the love of God... can at least one of them have some footage of it of me not k*lling Clarke?

You'd think. But with your luck.

Plus, we'd have to go through, like, hours of footage.

And who got time for that?

Rhetorical question. Who got time for that? I do.

That's who. Because I'd do anything.

Anything to clear Jake's name.

We know you are, Hun.

That laptop.

The cops confiscated a laptop belonging to Brogan.

Mal: Everything they took from Brogan would be in the evidence room.

But forensics would've already combed through everything.

Jake: How can we find out if anyone cleared any files from that laptop?

Des: Even if... someone wiped out all the surveillance footage we're looking for... they still might have left a digital footprint.

When is the trial?

You can't afford a trial.

I can waive some of the fees.

But they're other costs.

Let's not go to trial.

Jake: Des. If that footage exists, I need you to find it.

Okay. I'm on it.

Leslie: Hello there.

Any break-throughs?

Not yet. But we'll. We'll find one.

You always do Des.

I do.

And I will this time. Or I'll go down trying.

Or Jake will go down. In prison.

For life. With dudes. In showers. Without you.

But I'll be here.

Me and you could keep in touch.

Des. Let's go be stupid outdoors.

Yeah.

Really nice to see you.

Everyone get out.

No, Jake.

I'm here to help.

You came to help?

I know you didn't k*ll anyone.

And I want to help in any way that I can.

Good. Let's get you up to speed.

[Phone rings]

Sorry, Leslie.

But as you may or may not know, we need... every client we can get.

Walter: Please.

Do pay those legal fees.

Answer it.

What is the case?

It's not an official case yet.

Just hang on a second.

It's maybe a case.

I gotta...

What?

Wait a second?

Step outside now.

I'm busy.

Get unbusy. Or do I have to remind you how this all works?

Remember?

Do what I say. Or I k*ll your daughter.

It's pretty simple.

Fine.

Was all this really necessary?

And these?

Shhhh. Now.

Don't go ruining anything.

Sit.

Stay.

Good Jakie.

You're really testing my patience Saul.

Well, we tried many ways to get you here. But this is... by far the most effective.

Who's this supposed to be?

Saul: This is Alex Marshall.

He's gone AWOL along with a truck load of g*ns.

Let me guess. The payload. The g*ns they're yours.

The missing g*ns are not mine, yet.

What is this? A riddle?

What the hell are you talking about?

It means they will be mine.

When you find Alex and steal the g*ns for me.

Let me guess.

Good old Alex here.

He'll be waiting to k*ll me with a calibre of his choice, right?

Did you know that Sloan always takes the same shortcut to school every day through the park?

And takes a different route on the way home?

Ends up in this little coffee shop where she always orders a double espresso.

All that caffeine.

Rage. Good.

You're sending me on a su1c1de mission.

Not at all.

I have faith in you.

That given the proper motivation.

You'll do whatever it takes.

Up.

Vick's a practical man. Try to call the police, your father, or attempt to get help of any kind.

Just think of Sloan.

Open it.

You know, it doesn't matter to me if I go down for one m*rder or two.

If I find out that Saul goes near Sloan, I'll k*ll him.

Don't worry about Saul.

Right now, you belong to me.

I'll be with you all day to keep you focussed.

You have twenty four hours starting four hours ago.

Now what are we doing with this coffee table?

Are we stealing this?

Because that doesn't seem right.

It's sad, actually. Where are people gonna put their coffee?

We're repossessing it.

Because if we don't. Someone will repossess our coffee table.

And everything else.

It's a cat eat mouse dog world. Eh, b'y.

Okay.

I wish we were doing divorce cases. Anything but this.

I wouldn't worry. It could come to that. Or worse. Trust me.

Where the hell is Jake?

I dunno. I think Saul k*lled him.

Who?

No one.

You know. What's the good of having youngsters, if they're not around to do the heavy lifting.

Jake's supposed to help all day today.

Who's Vick Saul?

And what's going on with Jake?

Mal, you'd better tell me.

Or you may never see me naked again.

Heavy.

Mal: Can we talk about all of this later.

Please?

Des: B'ys. Listen.

I have to sit down soon. Okay?

Sit down and see what happens.

I meant sit in the truck. In the truck b'y.

When we're done loading all the repossessed furniture.

You know, it's ironic, actually.

Because they got a coffee machine on this list.

So they don't even need this coffee table.

Um, guys. Isn't that Tommy from the repo?

Mal: That's my truck!

Oh, we're on this list too.

Small world.

You know, today's gonna be tough for you.

You're gonna face a lot of obstacles.

I'd keep a positive attitude, if I was you.

You're relationship with Saul.

Seems a little creepy and weird to me.

Jake. I'm not gonna bite. Yet.

What do you mean? Bite?

You're fishing... for information that you might be able to use against us later on.

Please don't insult me.

Ha, ha, ha. Paranoid much?

Stop here.

Jake: What are we doing?

Alex Marshal's last known address.

So?

You're up. Go inside.

Come out with something we can use.

Jake: This place is swarming with cops.

I'm out on bail. If I go in there, I'm gonna get arrested.

And trust me, then I'll be no good to you.

Plan B.

Which is?

Him. Craig Kelly.

He's an acquaintance of Alex's. He works with him.

Go. Fetch!

Fetch?

Yeah. This day is gonna go a lot easier if you just say yes whenever I tell you to do something.

You're my bitch today.

Now run him down.

Not so much that he can't talk and the cops notice.

Hurry up or I swear to God...

I knew you could do it.

Now go reel him in.

And get us outta here.

Why do I picture you with a whip in one hand and some guy crying in the other?

Come on pally.

Come on. You'll be all right.

Come on. There ya go, punch him again.

I don't wanna punch him again.

[Sparks]

Alright, alright, alright.

Sorry. Pally. Trust me. I've been here before myself.

[Punch]

Whoa!

This hurts.

I know. I know it hurts.

That's why I'm spreading it around.

You should be grateful.

Alisha: Here's how it's gonna go down, Craig.

I ask the questions. He does the b*ating.

And you do the talking.

Classic three way.

Hit him in the face this time.

I'm not punching him in the...

[sparks]

Alright, alright, alright.

Just... sorry.

[Punch]

Arrgh!

You didn't ask a question.

Shouldn't have to, Craig.

This is confusing.

Just tell us where Alex Marshall is and I can stop hurting you.

I thought she was the one asking the questions.

[Punch]

I don't know where Alex is. I swear I don't.

I hear you and Alex are quite the lady's men.

[Sparks]

We do alright, I guess.

Hmm.

What are you doing?

[Sparks]

What are you...

I wonder how well you'd do... without those.

Alex: Okay!

I heard the cops say that he's dead.

Dead? What do you mean, dead?

Dead. He blew up, man.

He was my friend.

I just please. Don't do that.

Just don't do that!

Obviously the ball fairies are on you side, pally.

Because that was close.

Alisha: Doyle. Come.

Now.

Find me the body.

Hey! What about me? Hello?

You left all of us, including your ex girlfriend waiting last night.

What are we doing here, anyway?

And who is she?

Just never mind.

And thank you so much for getting us in here.

Yeah. That would be... breaking you in. And you're lucky that the day shift isn't here yet.

It's too early.

Name tag.

Alex Marshall.

It's him.

Whoa, whoa. What are we doing here?

Oh!

Oh.

It says here Alex Marshall blew up in a truck.

It sucks to be him. Can we go now?

Alisha: It's not Alex.

Jake: Look at him.

How could you possibly know that?

Tell the lawyer to leave.

Walter: Hey look.

I want to leave.

Trust me.

And do I need to remind you that you are out on bail in a m*rder trial?

And even being here could get you thrown back inside.

Oh, thanks for bringing it back to the forefront to forefront of my mind.

Alisha: Jake...

Get outta here.

Alex Marshall had, or has a maple leaf tattooed on his right arm.

Look at this.

Jake: Oh.

No, no. Why would you use gloves?

I mean that would be stupid.

Whoever it is, this isn't Alex.

Well, he had Alex's wallet.

This body belongs to George Bray.

What are you, ravine now?

He worked for us.

I can tell that it's him.

Was he my predecessor?

Let me guess.

He blew up trying to steal a sh*t load of g*ns.

Let's hope you meet with a better fate.

Who k*lled him?

Probably Vincent Letto.

We're gonna go over there right now. So you can ask him yourself.

And FYI, Letto's a bit of a psycho.

Great.

Jake: Explain to me why you're sending me in there.

To find out where Alex is, of course.

The vehicle number to the rig he was driving will be in Letto's office.

The push button code is two nine five four.

That's okay.

Jake: Let me guess.

You'll be listening.

Every word.

If this wire goes dead, so does Sloan.

[Ring]

Oh, and if you use your cell phone, I'll know.

I figured.

But please, go ahead.

Answer it. I love a good domestic dispute.

Hi.

Jake. Are you... you disappeared last night.

I'm sorry. I'm working on a case.

I meant to call you, but time just got away from me.

You're father told me. It's all right.

It's not my business what you're up to anyway.

I appreciate that you're helping me, you know, not spend the rest of my life in prison.

Well, I got nothing better to do until they put me back on active duty.

So, might as well clear the name of the man that I...

I'm not gonna stop working on your case. Okay?

[Beep]

I'll let you know what I come up with.

Thanks you.

What we do for the ones we love.

Bye bye now.

[Beep, beep, beep, beep]

Oof!

[Punch]

[Punch]

I'll call you back.

I needed some one on one... uninterrupted alone time.

Letto: Do I have a choice?

Hey!

Argh!

Ow!

Sorry, but...

I said uninterrupted.

Who are you?

More importantly. Do you know who I am?

Jake: I know who you are.

I need you to help me find Alex Marshall.

Son, you're either the dumbest man I have ever met, or you have a serious death wish coming in here like this.

I need you to help me find Alex Marshall.

You're looking for my g*ns.

Who do you work for?

I'm doing this, you know, completely all on my own.

By myself.

I'm not working for anyone.

I'll be honest with you...

Jake.

Jake.

I don't know where Alex is.

He went AWOL with a big shipment of my g*ns a few days ago.

And no one's heard of him since.

Hey.

I will double whatever it is Vick Saul is paying you... to find Alex and my g*ns.

I'm not working for anyone named Saul...

[punch]

Ugh!

Well, that looks a lot like Vick Saul's right hand gal.

Sitting in your fancy car.

Alisha, I think her name is.

I need the vehicle number for the rig that Alex was driving, please.

I promise. You give it to me...

I'll leave you alone, alright?

And I promise.

I will never leave you alone...

from here on in.

Saul either.

The vehicle number, please.

Thank you.

And... sorry for this.

For what?

This.

[Punch]

What?

What is wrong with you?

Talking about Saul in front of rose.

It's hard for me to remember all the things I'm allowed to say.

Things I'm not allowed to say.

For example, I can't talk to you about sleeping with Tinny.

But then, I have, many many times.

[Spit]

Like I just did, just now.

Wow.

Anyway, we got four items left on the repo list.

Now, I'm happy to take care of it myself.

Because clearly my spirit isn't as broken as yours.

We need to find a way to check the chain of evidence log... at the police station.

You think Brogan didn't have time to get the CC footage off the drive before it went in to evidence?

It's worth a sh*t.

If there's footage out there... that'll prove Jake didn't k*ll Clarke, we need to find it.

Mal: We need to find access... to the evidence locker at the station.

I know the perfect deadliest, hottest, strong professional cop person who can help us out.

Who I have or haven't... slept with.

I'll leave.

Hey. I saw Jake.

Where is he?

It would appear... that he's being held c*ptive by this super hot missus.

Anyway. He left me this note.

Saul's after Sloan.

We gotta get Sloan out of school and here.

Now.

Rose: Oh, here we go.

Sloan.

Relax. Relax. I already did it. She's safe.

I looked her up at the courthouse.

She gotta get used to it anyway.

Good.

Okay honey. I think it's about time we filled you in on what's going on.

Oh you think?

What are we doing here?

You wanted Letto to figure out that I was working for Saul.

Jake.

You knew that there were security cameras that faced the street.

You knew that he would see you sitting in my car.

What are you playing at?

Excuse me?

My mic is it on?

No.

See I think that you want Letto to know that Saul's trying to steal his g*ns.

You want them to take each other out.

So you can be the top dog.

Did I confuse you some how?

You do what I say, when I say.

You don't come up with theories.

And I am telling you... to find Alex Marshall...

or your daughter becomes a memory.

See that?

That's an imprint of a key for a room in this motel.

This wallet is Alex's. Happy?

Which is why we're here.

Find the key and the holder.

Uh, this isn't one of my theories.

So don't get all upset.

But I'm pretty sure that's one of Letto's men.

Deal with it.

Oh, you are just charming.

I can't wait to bring you home to meet the father.

[Crash]

Alisha: Stop here.

I don't believe it.

Jake: What?

Is that him?

You guessed it.

Alex Marshall.

Hi Alex.

Y'all here to k*ll me?

No, buddy, we're not here to k*ll you.

I wish it was that simple.

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I know I'm not alone in this.

That's good. That's very good.

Does that mean you were able to reach out to someone you trust?

I saw Jake today.

It's more difficult than I thought.

I'm all over the place emotionally.

Of course you are. It's to be expected.

You experienced a very traumatic event.

Where did you see him?

Why?

Because I haven't cleared you for active cases.

Bossy.

I'm just trying to do my job.

I'm an investigator.

It's my natural instinct to investigate.

You got a problem with that?

Of course not.

I've seen the hardest of men crushed by much less than what you've been through.

Hardest men?

You know what I mean.

You want me to be like a hard man?

Leslie. I want you to let me help you. Help you face your fears.

How?

By opening up. That's what these sessions are all about.

I wanna confront the person who did this to me. I wanna rip his lungs out of his chest. Is that hard enough for you?

I would strongly advise against doing that.

I'm exaggerating.

I just want you to focus on the present and not dwell on the past.

Right.

Okay.

Yeah, I need everything you have on Jake Doyle.

You're the second person that's been after me in the past twenty four hours.

We feel for you. We really do.

Who was the first?

Oh, he's dead. Yeah.

As in deceased.

He d*ed a seriously grisly death.

b*rned alive.

Alex: Seared.

Yeah. Yeah. Now it's most likely the gentleman that hired me that lit the match.

Where are the g*ns, Alex?

[Laughing] You can t*rture me all you want.

But there is zero chance I'm giving in.

The only leverage I got is staying alive, understand.

Looks like I found us something to help speed this process up.

You know, the last time I did this, the guy puked... all over my shoes.

Don't do more than one at once this time.

One what?

[Ring]

Hello, Saul.

Just a second.

[Beep]

Start form the back teeth and move your way forward.

Okay. Listen, I just got these veneers put in.

These nice pearly whites.

And you start pulling them out... you won't understand a damn thing I'm saying.

Shhh. Shut up.

Ok.

Where's your phone?

In my pocket.

Chest pocket. Right there.

No talking.

Mal: Hello?

Listen, I can't talk.

Did you get the message from Walter?

Sloan is safe at the court house.

Where are you to? What happened?

Actually, I'm stealing g*ns for Vick Saul.

It's a long story.

Long story.

Don't wanna pry, but elaborate, stunned jaws.

I can't talk right now.

Just make sure that Sloan's safe. Goodbye.

This is getting way out of control.

Yep. Yes it is.

You'd better go help him.

Yep. Yes I will.

So that thing about never seeing you-you know...

Naked? Oh, just slight exaggeration.

Do not move.

What are you doing?

Shut up.

Jake?

Jake!

You trying to get us k*lled?

You're not thinking this through.

Sloan?

Saul's on speed dial. I call him... and she's dead.

We both know that I know that you're gonna double cross Saul.

So, if I was you, I would just stay quiet.

[Bang, bang.]

You're making a mistake.

The date's over, Alisha. To be honest with ya... you came on a little bit strong.

Let's go.

If you don't mind,

I prefer to stay here.

Trust me, you don't.

Jake!

What are we doing, man. Come on, what's in this for you?

What's in this for me?

You are literally alive because I saved you, okay?

So tell me where the friggin' g*ns are.

Jake, I don't know where the g*ns are, man.

So why don't you just pull this pretty little car over and let me out.

And I'll be on my way.

I got a feeling that - this phone of yours - you probably got Letto's number, right.

You know it's interesting? When I was in his office.

And he offered me money to turn you in.

I saw a hack saw in there.

Jake, I need all my parts, okay?

All of them.

I bet, if I scroll through this phone here...

Alex: You don't gotta do this.

I don't wanna go out like this.

I'm on the phone. Shhh.

Hello?

I'll put it on speaker.

Hello?

Letto: You better be out front with my g*ns.

Or taking in your last breath.

Jake: Sorry Mr. Letto...

Alex. He can't come to the phone right now.

Doyle.

So you have Alex Marshall.

That's right. It's me.

Does our deal still stand?

Well, that depends. The g*ns?

Oh, I got 'em. I got those g*ns.

No you don't!

Arrgh!

Shut up.

Shut up!

Sorry about that. Look. I don't care about the g*ns.

All I care about is money.

And I wanna get out of this deal that I'm stuck with, with Vick Saul.

I'm not sure that's possible, but go on.

I propose a trade.

g*ns for money. I'll text you the time and location.

Throw Alex into the mix and you've got yourself a deal.

Is Alex a part of the deal?

He and I have... business to discuss.

It' possible. Stand by.

You hit like a bitch.

The way I see it, you got two options here, Alex.

Number one...

I turn you into the mobster who thinks that you've betrayed him.

And will most definitely disembowel you, because he's got no other hobbies.

Or you can tell me where the friggin' g*ns are.

I just remembered where the g*ns are.

See, that's the healthy choice.

Brogan: Leslie Bennett.

I'm humbled.

And amused after all this time, you decided to come and visit.

So evolved.

Impressive.

I didn't come to make nice, Brogan.

Be hard to forgive and forget, seeing how you locked... me in a box six feet underground.

That's a good point.

So, what can I do for you, then?

Some new age therapy? Meet your attacker, kind of thing?

Looks like your room mates are getting to know you.

I like the bruises.

Only wish there were a few more to even you out.

Well, maybe when Jake gets ace in here, he'll have my back.

You know something?

I just can't stop thinking about you.

I tend to have that effect on people.

Do tell Miss Bennett?

How did you know I was going to Clarke's that night?

To his house?

I followed you. Sergeant.

No, you were there when I arrived, which means you knew I was headed there.

You knew I was going to Clarke's house.

Well, well, well.

Someone's decided to be a police woman again.

So what do you think?

I had an inside guy?

Cop on the payroll?

Or a woman.

You know, Leslie...

in another life.

You and I? We could have been an item, stranger things have happened.

I'll find out who it was.

And I'll find out exactly what happened.

And trust me. When I do, I'll make sure... you never get out of this place as long as you live.

Still in the dog house?

Not anymore, I don't think.

No thanks to Des or you or everyone, it seems.

I hope buddy's got a b*llet proof vest underneath that fancy shirt.

I couldn't leave him there to get k*lled.

I mean, I kinda wanted to. But I couldn't.

So we're arms dealers now?

Something like that. Hey1 which one is yours?

This your daddy?

That depends. What did he do to you.

I never had a daddy.

Maybe you should cherish this moment.

You're a lucky man.

Yeah, lucky.

If he doesn't get me k*lled. Now shut up and find your rig.

You seem nice.

But your boy here, he seems a little touched.

Yeah. We think he's adopted.

Hahaha.

[Phone rings]

Hi.

I have a tracker on your phone.

Did you forget that?

Yes, actually, I did.

It's my rig right here.

Look, Alisha. I know it feels like you've been screwed.

But please know, that's not what I'm trying to do.

If you screwed me, Jake... trust me, you'd know.

Uh.

What do you want?

Look. We did this your way. Now we're doing it mine, okay?

Follow the tracker on my phone. You can have the g*ns.

We get to keep Alex. Deal?

Already on my way.

Smart cover.

Blue ray players.

What's with all the expl*sives?

I thought this was just about g*ns.

I just drive. I don't know what's inside.

What now?

Now.

I've got a bit of a plan.

[Message sound]

This repo work is k*lling me.

The dirty looks. The insults. The cursing and swearing.

And that's just from Malachy.

Did you get poppy's truck back?

Almost. I only gotta do three fifty seven more repo jobs.

Do you think you can fit a thirty two inch TV into a twenty six inch trunk?

I can't find any record of Brogan's computer being signed out of evidence.

What do you got?

Wait.

According to the internal log on Brogan's computer, it was turned on a couple of days after he was arrested.

When it was already in the evident lockup?

No one signed it out.

Someone wiped the footage from the inside.

Inside here, inside?

Are you suggesting a cop is in on this with Brogan?

I'm suggesting we don't talk about it here, okay?

Trust no one.

Alisha Maracle.

Been a long time.

It has, Letto.

You looking for something that belongs to me?

Jake Doyle. When I find him, he's a dead man.

Let's find out who ends up dead first.

♪

I think she feels right at home here.

I don't think she's ever gonna b*at your record.

Sloan: Shut up.

Jake: Just put her on the phone.

And thanks for doing this.

Pleasure is all mine.

Hello? How are you?

This is your idea of a joke?

Did you get it out of the bad parenting handbook?

Vick Saul is threatening to k*ll you.

Do I need you to remind you why that is?

No need. Thank you.

I know it doesn't feel like it. But this is the... safest place for you to be here right now.

It smells in here worse that your lawyer.

Do you trust me?

No, but do I have a choice?

Tell Walter I'll call him later.

Relax, you don't smell.

I just wanna get out of here.

I know you do. But stop sooking. Okay?

I love you.

She okay?

I wouldn't say that. But I'm sure she'll be fine.

I know I've been hard on her.

And I really don't mean to come across as the evil step grandmother here.

No, no, no, no.

She's done some very unforgivable things.

I do think there's something else at play here.

I felt it the moment I met that girl.

Alex: Hello?

We've got a massive amount of... g*ns stashed that we can't sell because everybody hates us.

So, what's our play?

We've got Vick Saul... right where we wants him.

Why doesn't that comfort me?

We're playing with this Alisha's life here.

This is our only way to get clear of Saul.

Okay. We make a trade to Letto. The g*ns for Alisha. Simple.

Mal: Saul's unstable.

Completely unpredictable.

That's great to hear.

Jake: I know him.

As soon as he finds out what's going on, he's going to call us.

I guarantee you.

Hello, darling. Aren't you a little ray of sunshine.

Hello.

Ignore him.

Name's Alex mar waters.

I got hit the head. Now.

It's over there. But there's no window. And we're on the third floor.

So good luck trying to escape.

Thank you.

What's going on?

That guy is Vincent Letto's wheelman.

And he's a professional... smuggler. g*ns, dr*gs. You name it.

Client?

Sure.

Not exactly.

Actually...

We're gonna need your help on this one, Leslie.

[Phone rings]

It's for you.

See. Told you.

I gotta take this. I promise I won't disappear.

Yeah, listen. Do not send the animal this time. Alright?

I'm make my own way there.

Just go.

We can talk later.

Thank you.

You're not listening to me.

You don't have the g*ns. And Letto has Alisha. Correct me if I'm wrong.

Yes and yes but...

[punch]

Ooof!

Give me second, will ya?

Do you have any idea what you've done?

I haven't done anything. That's what I'm friggin' trying to tell ya.

Alisha is like a daughter to me, Jake.

You don't mess with a man's family.

Really?

Really Saul?

[Punch.]

Would you just give me a second?!

I've raised Alisha since she was a little girl.

Fortunately,

I know exactly what it's like... to have a child in harms way, remember?

That was business.

So is this.

That's what I'm trying to tell you.

I have a plan.

What could you that I couldn't possibly do myself?

If you had a plan... you'd be out executing it as opposed to having this idiot stand here and.. punch me in the guts.

Okay. Okay. I'm listening.

Letto's expecting an army.

Not just one man.

I think I can go get him.

Why would I believe you?

Because I'm talking to you father to father.

If I get Alisha... you leave Sloan alone.

And the debt between us is over.

You understand me?

What if I say no?

Then Alisha becomes a casualty at the hands of Letto.

You're choice.

You bring back Alisha.

If I lose mine, you lose yours.

Guaranteed.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just cut me down, will ya?

I want a list of everyone who was authorized to be in the station on the day that Clarke was m*rder*d.

That includes police personnel and contractors, understood?

Hood.

Sergeant?

When I went to see Clarke... are you sure you didn't tell anyone where I was going?

No, I'm sure I didn't say a word.

You gotta let this go.

I got a proposition for you.

Letto: Unless it involves finding you, taking back my g*ns... and k*lling you slowly after... I am not interested.

Sorry you feel that way.

You'll get over it.

But I think I'm gonna pop in and see you anyhow.

Please do.

I've given my men a sh**t on sight order.

Well. Thanks for the heads-up.

Okay. Wait, wait, wait.

It's you're last chance.

You can go home if you want to. You can call it quits.

You can just give up.

You just might want to consider it.

[g*n cocks]

[cr*ck.]

What do you want?

You got it?

I need your help.

And I got a feeling you're gonna give it to me.

Don't worry buddy. I promise.

If you does what I ask, I'll be right behind you.

The entire time.

What do you say?

Feel in the helping mood, or what?

Come on, now. Think about it. Quickly.

Yeah.

Good call.

[Knock, knock, knock.]

Alvaro. What happened?

Did you k*lled Doyle?

Sorry, boss.

You gotta be kidding me.

What are you at, b'ys?

What do you think?

Wanna get outta here?

Yeah.

Thanks Alvaro, buddy.

Oh. You guys probably what these pins.

Catch.

Boss?

♪

Letto's not gonna take the bait.

He'll take it.

Hey, Alex. Are you sure your buddy Craig got the word out where the rig was stashed?

You guys hear me through this?

Yeah. The mic - it works through fabric - you bellhead.

Stop touching yourself and answer the man.

Hey Jake.

Do I got permission to run?

Have you been paying attention?

Do you want me to come after you?

Then do not run.

Just smile.

You're good at that.

You'll have it today.

I guarantee it.

Letto. I see you got my message.

Once I check the cargo... you can turn around and finish off what you started.

Then you're a dead man.

That sounds reasonable.

Well, about this cargo...

What about it?

It doesn't look like it's going anywhere.

[Sirens.]

Put your hands where I can see 'em, Letto.

I don't see my merchandise.

Maybe you already sold it and you're bringing me a cashier's cheque.

Do you remember our conversation?

I do.

Okay look.

Letto went down.

The cops have the g*ns.

Which means only one thing.

Alisha: More territory.

Less competition.

So I lose a battle.

But we win a w*r.

You know, it's too bad we made our little arrangement.

You've been pretty valuable to me.

Let's not get cute here, Saul.

Watch yourself Doyle.

You may think you have an idea of who I am. But trust me.

You do not.

So good to have you back.

See our friend out, will you?

Don't look so sad.

You brought down the second biggest gangster on the east coast.

How's your buddy Alex?

He's being charged for theft over five thousand.

But seeing how he helped take Letto down, I'm sure he'll be fine.

It's a pity this ride is over.

You and me. We had something.

Well, if you call you ordering me around to punish people something... then, sure.

Don't be scarce, Jake Doyle.

What?

I should go.

Yeah.

Get out.

Please.

Yeah.

♪

[Phone ring]

Ronan: I guess we both work late hours.

Jake, right? We met before.

Something you want to say to me, Doctor?

My patients need my guidance. Sometimes.

I'm contracted by the force, but I always have my patients' best interest at heart.

I'd be terrible at my job if I didn't.

Why is it I get this feeling that you're about to cross some really creepy line with me?

I'm not gonna do anything of the sort.

I'm just talking to a person... who I know cares a great deal about another person that we both might know.

You're talking about Leslie.

So why don't you just say whatever it is that you gotta say.

And stop getting on like the friggin' riddler.

I know you don't want any trouble for her.

So keep her away from your mess... before you take her down with you. Again.

Sounds to me like a bit of a thr*at.

No.

Jake. I'm just trying to point you in the right direction.

I don't have the power to make threats.

Just warnings. Have a good night.

Here we are.

Your daughter. And your lawyer slash baby sitter.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay. You?

I'm fine.

Are we good?

Yeah, I think we're good.

Number one priority is finding some hard evidence... to keep you neck out a a noose.

I know there's footage out there.

Proving that I didn't k*ll Clarke. We just gotta find it.

And the only way to get at that footage would involved Walter and a lawyer.

When you put it that way, it doesn't sound super promising.

On another note I ran into Leslie's shrink.

Apparently, she's gonna be in a lot of trouble with the force.

Because she's been helping us.

Makes sense.

You might want to tell her to keep her distance.

That's not gonna go over very well.

Well. Hi.

Hi. I have something to tell you guys.

Oh God. What now?

The fact that Jake has made his largest enemy the biggest crime boss in the city?

Very funny.

No.

Ta da!

Christian!

Dad!

Fellas.

It's good to be home.

Jake: Good to see you.

To what do we owe this honour?

Christian?

I wanted to be near family.

Why is that?

Because, brother. I'm getting married!

Announcer: Next week on Republic of Doyle, trying to clear his name.

If that footage exists, I need you to find it.

Announcer: Unexpected help.

He's got what you want on a hard drive.

Back off.

I won't be telling you again.

Announcer: Getting too close.

Republic of Doyle, next Wednesday on CBC.