06x05 - True Lies

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Announcer: Previously, on Republic of Doyle...

Leslie: I wanna confront the person who did this to me. I wanna rip his lungs out of his chest.

Jake: Clyde Cowley.

I knew this guy in high school.

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

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

They wiped the footage from the inside.

Is there something you want to say to me, Doctor?

You don't want any trouble for her.

So keep her away. Before you take her down with you.

O'Brien: I know I'd personally like to have her back on full duty.

She seems ready.

What do you think, Dr. Ronan?

Sergeant Bennett was buried alive. She almost d*ed. I would never think that she would be recovered by now. She's experiencing panic att*cks and emotional distress.

But your report says she's been responding to treatment. And making signs of steady progress.

Look, I know you need bodies on the street.

I just think that Leslie...

You mean to say, Sergeant Bennett.

She needs more time with me. There's a chance she's a risk to herself. And to the safety of others.

Thank you Doctor. This has been very helpful.

We'll review the notes. And we'll keep yo posted on her status.

Um. There is one other thing.

Yes?

There's a man in Leslie's life. I think he's a risk to her recovery.

And who might that be?

Jake: Oh come on, David.

David: It's Judge Purcell, Jake. Or did you forget that?

Jake: How could I? You keep reminding me every thirty seconds.

Walter: Judge Purcell. All we're looking for is an adjournment.

I can't do any thing for you. Me being involved would be a conflict of interest.

See? I told you, Walter. This is about Nikki.

So what? You're married to my ex wife, okay?

Get over it. I'm sure she has.

Uh, yeah. I'm about to get appointed to the bench.

And you're going to jail for life.

I think she's pretty good with the current situation.

Look. I just need my trial delayed for a little while.

That's all.

And we're sure we're gonna find some evidence.

And it's gonna clear Jake.

David: Hilarious.

Would you stop being such a d*ck, please?

And try and help us?

I don't like you, Jake.

Really? You didn't make that clear to me.

Did he make it clear to you Walter?

Because I wasn't getting that from him.

Walter: Yeah! Okay.

Does it really look like Jake is somebody capable of k*lling someone?

David: No, it doesn't.

But the trial goes ahead as scheduled in one month.

David, look. Judge Purcell, whatever.

I know there's footage out there...

proving Blake Brogan k*lled the Mayor, not me.

I need some time to find it, please.

Dead Mayors tend to make the wheels of justice move faster, Jake.

Bye now.

Hey, Chachi.

Chachi! Get your hands off the car!

Man, you love this car, Jake, huh?

I wonder where it'll end up when you're in jail.

Clyde, what are you doing here?

We're kinda in the middle of something.

I had a cool car too. Remember Jake?

Back in high school.

You borrowed it.

And you k*lled it.

First of all, it wasn't a cool car.

Second of all, I didn't k*ll it.

You did when you didn't put any oil in the car.

Cars, they kinda need oil, Clyde. It was a bit of a loser move.

Walter: Jake...

I am not a loser, Jake.

I got a new job.

And things are going pretty well for me these days.

You, on the other hand, are on your way to jail.

A life sentence for m*rder.

Looks like the balance from high school has been restored.

You're the loser.

Yes, b'y, I knows now.

Wait a minute, Jake. You gotta talk to me. That's the rules.

Jake.

Clyde!

Oh!

[Thud]

Owww!

Oh my neck.

Aw Jake!

What are you trying to do to me?

Ahhh!

Am I dead?

What do you mean?

Clyde. It wasn't my fault.

I'm not the one who told you to jump out in the middle of friggin' traffic.

You'll pay for this, Jake. I swear to God.

I've been trying to tell you...

Clyde is your new bail supervisor, you idiot.

Clyde: And you and me... we've got scores to settle.

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O'Brien: We appreciate you making the time to talk to us.

Leslie: Did I have a choice?

That was a joke.

I'm happy to help.

Great.

Because I wanted to let you know I'm putting you back on active cases immediately.

Well, what can I say? That's great news.

With conditions.

To be honest...

I'll do pretty much anything to get back to the real work.

I'm kinda losing my mind of boredom out there.

You coming back has to be probationary.

Doctor Ronan wants to continue to see you... until he signs off on this completely.

He hasn't signed off?

No.

My advice is, you cooperate with him.

Show his that you're ready to come back to work and that what happened to you you won't affect that work.

Which leads me to my condition.

Stop investigating Blake Brogan.

I know you went to see him in prison.

Brogan's the man who tried to k*ll me.

And framed Jake for a m*rder he didn't commit.

What do you expect me to do?

Don't pursue this case against Jake Doyle, Les.

That's an order.

Inspector.

I have reason to believe there was a mole in the RNC.

Is that what this is? This Starlight Electric... you had Sergeant Hood checking into?

Yes. Somebody had the authorization to be in our offices.

And was feeding information to Brogan.

You need to drop it.

What?

It's off your plate. Okay. Listen to me carefully. You are not investigating Blake Brogan or trying to clear Jake Doyle. It's really important that you hear me on this. Do you?

Of course I do. Yes.

Benny: So wait.

You ran him over? Clyde Cowley.

Christian: I remember him.

He used to b*at you up in high school all the time, eh?

Clyde never b*at me up.

Benny: Oh yes he did.

Three times every recess.

They used to have this thing. A fight on sight clause.

And Jake ran the man over.

Unbelievable!

Boom! His back is shagged. He's pissed man,

Christian: Only Jake... wold get his full time bail cop hit by a car.

How was I supposed to know that Clyde Cowley had a new... you know what? Shag all a ye. I don't need to explain myself.

Okay. I'm out.

No seriously. Why were you and Clyde such bitter enemies in school anyway?

And I remember him shagging you a bunch of times too.

Shoving you in the locker.

No. Who's bid is it?

I think it's mine.

You're a magnet for trouble buttons.

Oh yes, b'y. And you're the picture of innocence.

I just realized I have no idea how to play this game.

How many cards you got?

Where'd the hootch come from, anyways?

Christian: Special occasion.

I'm getting married.

Her name is Ruby.

And she's amazing.

Congratulations, man.

Wow Jake.

Must have been hard living in your brother's shadow all the time.

That bottle is a mortgage payment.

Looks like a fine old drink.

It checks out.

Money's good for me. Oh, speaking of mortgage payments.

That's for you, dad.

Benny: What?

Look at the money oozing out of buddy.

What do you expect me to do with this?

You got too much pride to take it?

Benny: I got no pride. I'll take it.

I would like to point out, I have never been paid.

I've never been paid either. And I need new slacks.

I needs a new retainer.

Where'd that money come from?

Forget it then.

How's the m*rder case, Jake?

If Walter doesn't find me some new evidence soon... he's screwed.

The only man to clear his name is rotting away in jail.

I got an idea.

Why don't you just go b*at the truth out of him.

[Laughter]

You know what? Screw all of you.

I'm out.

Come on Jake!

Sit down!

You could run him over with your car instead.

[Laughter]

Tinny: Sergeant.

Here's a list of our contract works with Starlight Electrical.

Keep it down, Constable.

Ray Bailer.

Should I know that name?

He was working the night Brogan grabbed me.

Brogan had a mole in the RNC. I think it was this... electrician named Ray Bailer.

You think he's the guy that wiped the computer after it was put in evidence?

Possibly.

Alright.

So we know that computer may have had info on it to clear Jake.

The video footage of Brogan k*lling Clarke.

Find anything you can on Ray Bailer.

And remember, Tinny... keep it between us. I know.

You gotta be kidding me.

I mean, I know I'm gonna see a lot of you when you move back in here.

But... it's nice to see you.

You look terrible. Are you okay there?

Thank you. Thank you for your concern.

It's funny. Normally when fellas go after cops... they end up as heroes in the joint. But you... from what I've heard, have spent three visits in the infirmary in the last eighteen days?

Arts and crafts got a bit spirited.

Bit of time in solitary as well. Let me guess.

Trying to avoid getting shivved in the night.

Leslie paid me a visit recently.

She looks good, I gotta say. Real air about her.

Guess that happens when you get buried live, huh, Jake?

Do you wanna hear my offer or not?

Your offer. Your offer.

How delusional are you? What could you possibly offer me?

I need the security camera footage proving that you k*lled Clarke.

And I didn't.

[Laughing] Well, I did not expect you to say that.

You know where it is. Tell me.

And I'll get you some protection.

You know what?

You should worry about securing your own muscle for when you get back in here.

'Cause you're gonna need it.

Brogan, you're gonna be in here until the day you die.

And from the looks of things, that could be tomorrow.

So. Tick.

Tock, bellhead.

I want out of general population into segregation.

Give me the information that I need quickly.

Because my power of persuasion only works when I'm on this side of freedom.

Do you understand?

Theo Dacosta.

He worked for me.

He's got what you want on a hard drive. If you can track him down, Jake.

Tick tock.

So did you get that Intel I needed on Dacosta?

Rose: Dacosta worked for Brogan's construction company.

As a site foreman.

Brogan took your deal?

I dunno. We'll see.

How do we even know Dacosta has the footage and Brogan isn't playing us?

Well, we don't. But it's the only play that we have.

I got an address for Dacosta,

Good. Text it to me.

You want me to come with you?

No,just keep and eye on that brother of mine.

He's spending money like he's got a hole in his hand.

Gotta go.

Bye.

He's right.

About?

Christian's up to something.

Or into something.

Either way, I'm sure we're gonna get dragged into it.

And by then it will be too late to do anything about it.

Why don't we poke around?

Just see if there's anything going on, okay?

We can ease that handsome mind of yours.

Yes. Let's.

Do you think it's too late to put the lot of them up for adoption?

[Laughs]

How are you doing? You okay?

He says, all worried, all of a sudden.

Now that he knows I'm controlling his freedom.

I'm confused. I thought that you and I... we got past all that tension between us.

Well you thought... almost paralyzing me would do that.

I didn't almost paralyze you. You jumped out in the traffic.

That's your own fault.

It's just like old times, Jake.

I'm back on top.

And you're down there.

Below me.

Underneath me.

That sounds like kind of a sex thing.

You didn't mean that to be a sex thing.

It's not a sex thing. You've broken the rules of your release.

Most notably consorting with known felons.

You were just in a prison, were you not?

I was visiting someone in prison.

I have power over you again I can stay awake all day with the help of my medications.

I'm in a bit of a hurry. I gotta go.

How does it feel Jake? I wanna know.

I really really do.

How does it feel?

B'y, you're not making any sense, buddy.

You're just a m*rder face.

Enjoy your freedom while you can, buddy, because I guarantee you - this is my personal guarantee - that you won't have it for long.

Son of a... bitch.

So.

They put me back on active cases today.

Well, that's great news. Is it great news?

What do you think? There's a condition, though.

I gotta stay away from anything that has to do with Brogan or you.

That's actually good. That makes sense.

So, officially, that's what I'll do.

But, unofficially...

No, no, Leslie.

Brogan is my problem now, not yours.

He tried to k*ll me, Jake.

I don't care if he's still in jail. This is far form over.

I just...

I don't want you to put yourself in a situation... where you could get hurt again.

Okay. Well get the hell out of here.

Because if O'Brien sees me talking to you...

she'll m*rder me. Go.

Jake.

In visiting your girlfriend?

No, actually. I...

I just miss the place.

I missed you, really. I just missed you.

You realize every time you go near her... you just keep dragging her down further.

Sadly, yes I do.

On the up and up...

I just wan tell you that if she's seen to be helping you in any way... it's gonna be bad for her.

I appreciate that. I mean, the Intel, for you telling me.

So, thanks.

Do her a favour.

Just stay away while you're the number one suspect in a m*rder trial.

You think you can do that?

I'll do my best.

I didn't k*ll him, by the way.

If you care.

Keep an eye on Leslie.

Let me know if she goes near Doyle.

Sure thing, Skipper.

Ray Bailer's dead.

Close the door.

When?

Last year.

Well he's obviously not our mole.

Check his union credentials and employee file.

Well now.

He's in good standing and his dues are up to date.

Pretty diligent for a dead guy.

What are you thinking?

Someone's pretending to be Ray Bailer.

Either to get access to the station or cover their tracks or both.

So this is the resort we're thinking of.

I mean, I don't know if I'd marry Des but a week in Cuba is a week in Cuba.

What's up?

Constable, I know what you're up to.

Boss has got her eye on you.

Watch it.

You're spying on me.

No. I'm telling you she asked me to spy.

Keep your head up. Both of you.

So this Theo Dacosta? He worked for Brogan for a long time.

And this is his last known address right here.

Now.

There is a deadly pizza spot just around the corner.

Why don't I hop out, get us a couple of slices, hey b'y.

Jake we've been sitting here for ages, b'y. I'm gut founded.

Now if you don't feed me soon, this is gonna turn into a hostage situation.

Do you want than?

Does he have a record?

No. Theo's clean. No record. No criminal activity.

But he's Brogan's right hand man.

Yeah. Like me to you. Except...

I'm left handed and you hates me.

Looks like his mail's been piling up.

Oh yeah, right. The rental agency... they put up a virtual walk through of the place.

So it's been empty for a while. But... it's hard to tell, actually, if anyone's been living there.

Unbelievable.

Clyde!

Just go steal some mail or something. I'll deal with Clyde.

Clyde. I can see you.

Can I help you?

What are you doing here, Jake?

I could ask you the same question.

Where'd you get that leather jacket?

I've had this since high school.

Remember?

No. In high school I'm pretty sure you had a suede fringe coat.

Wait a minute.

Are you stalking me, Clyde?

No.

I don't stalk the people that I...

Stop following me. If you wanna talk to me, make an appointment.

Set a time and place... what are you doing?

You owe me Jake. You owe me a vintage car.

An 'eighty four Dodge Camaro.

This may not be it. But it'll have to do.

You drove a friggin' Chevette. You didn't have a Camaro.

Are you following me?

What?

No. I wasn't following you.

Why would I follow you?

You're a pretty girl. But if I followed... a pretty girl, that'd be pretty creepy.

Plus, I'm in a very serious relationship right now.

And I think we might be together a long time.

I'm thinking marriage.

[Punch]

Ah! Why would you do that?

Gimme that!

Just stop that!

Ow.

Let go of my keys.

You can't do this.

Let go of my keys or I wouldn't have to.

[Punch.]

Arrgh!

No, no!

You need to respect my new position, Jake.

And you are a m*rder*r. Ow, ow, ow, ow!

Oooh! Oh Jake! This hurts.

Jake. Jake!

Jake! This hurts!

No. No.

[Punch.]

Oh!

Arrgh.

Who are you?

Go dust your face for my finger prints.

Ah! She hits, Jake!

Good job. You got a phone bill.

This might be the concussion talking, but I think she's a Chevalier.

Arrgh!

Clyde! Clyde!

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Doctor. What are you doing here?

I was just walking by, and I saw your car. So, I mean... I thought it was your car. Figured I'd stop. Say hi.

I hear your superiors think you're ready.

I'm back on active duty. Although I hear you have some concerns about that.

It's not unusual for me to recommend a probationary period... upon your return.

When does this probation end?

I think that you're ready.

It's all up to you now, Leslie.

How this transition goes.

Am I being analyzed right now or is this something else?

Meaning?

It's a little odd, isn't it? Waiting by my car?

I'm not breaking any professional code of conduct or anything. I'm just... reaching out.

Right. I just feel it may look a little peculiar.

I think your destructive behaviour trumps the optics of me chatting with you on the street.

Pardon me?

Jake Doyle. You're association with him is putting your rehabilitation in jeopardy. And it's important you know how strongly I feel about that.

[Phone rings.]

Yeah.

Tinny: Searg, I got something.

There's an active cell phone in Ray Bailer's union file.

And it's pinging from a motel in British Square.

That could lead me right to the person who's pretending to be Mr. Bailer.

Nice work, Tinny.

Des: You stole a bail officer's car?

Can you see how that wouldn't be good for you?

He stole mine first. And I need you to find my car, Des.

So please. Just find it.

I will b'y. But I gotta say, this is a nice little car, actually.

And it's from this century, Jake.

What's in the mail?

It's Dacosta's phone bill.

And you know, I can use this computer...

'cause cops use this to ping cell phone's, right?

In that case, Clyde, thank you for switching cars with me.

Oh my God. You know, I gotta say, that bike woman... she can really punch.

You okay? Did she hurt you?

Just my pride. And my body.

But other than that.

Jake: So she's with the Chevaliers.

You think it's a coincidence that a biker shows up to Dacosta's house.

And is looking for his mail?

I got an address.

We got Dacosta. Turn here. Turn here!

Theo Dacosta. I think it's time.

[Screaming]

Dacosta: What are you doing? Get off me!

Jake I can see his privates. I can see his private parts.

Des.

Des!

What?

I think you got him.

Can you let the man get dressed?

Unless you want to leave him like this.

Leslie: Jake?

What's Des doing fighting with a naked man?

It was a thing we were doing for charity.

Mal: I don't know, Rose. I feel bad about this.

It's wrong.

Is it worse than being lied to?

No.

I suppose when you look at it that way.

Rose: I spoke to someone at his firm.

I'm genuinely afraid to ask.

It turns out they fired him.

Why?

That I don't know.

So the money is some kind of severance.

You'd think. Except he was axed over a year ago.

A year? What's he been doing up 'til now.

Who knows, but the way he's been tossing cash around... it'd have to be one hell of a severance to to sustain him this long.

Mal: I hope it's not dr*gs.

For the love of God, please don't let it be dr*gs.

I don't think that's his bag anymore, honey.

So you think that Dacosta's your mole in the RNC?

That's how they knew where to grab me the night I gut buried.

He stole the identity of a dead union electrician named Ray Bailer to get access.

Des: Let's get outta here b'ys.

I can't find anything.

Des.

This is gonna hurt, alright. It's gonna be real quick.

Sorry.

Hi Theo. I'd like you to meet Sergeant Leslie Bennett.

I know who she is.

Of course you do.

We need the footage of Brogan k*lling the Mayor.

I told you. I don't work for Brogan anymore.

I don't care. We need the file that you took from his laptop... when it was in police custody.

We can do this one of two ways.

Either you give us the footage.

Or, I sh**t you in the kneecaps.

You just gonna stand there?

And let her sh**t me in the kneecaps?

You delivered her to the man who buried her alive.

So I'd say you have it coming.

You're not gonna sh**t me.

You're a cop.

You wanna put that theory to the test?

Give my friend what he's asking for.

Look, I told you. I don't know about any video.

[Knocking on door.]

In here! [Muffled]

You expecting someone?

Yeah. That would be my protective detail.

You idiots are screwed now.

What? What did you say.

My detail. I'm a protected witness.

In here! Help me!

[Knocking] Open the door!

Des: B'ys? I think it's time to go, alright?

There's a window in the bathroom.

I'm sorry about all the weird stuff that we did.

Let's go.

[Bang, bang, bang.]

Dacosta! Open the door!

Jake!

I'm onto you.

Clyde! Watch out!

Get down!

[Bang]

Arrgh!

[Bang. Bang.]

[bang.]

sh*ts fired.

[Bang. Bang.]

[Bang. Bang. Bang.]

I'm on the scene. There are two officers down.

[Bang. Bang.]

[a*t*matic machine g*n fire.]

[g*nf*re.]

Come on, buddy.

You're gonna be okay.

Dacosta's gone.

And we're screwed.

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Was I not crystal clear?

You were clear.

And yet you went ahead and did the exact opposite of what I said anyway.

If I had known Dacosta was being held.

I never would have burst in there.

It wasn't intentional.

This is a personal case for you, Leslie.

Everything you do is intentional.

I told you there was a mole.

I told you I would take care of it.

Were you going to?

'Cause I felt like I was being dismissed out of hand regardless of the facts.

And the fact is, that Ray Bailer and Theo Dacosta are one and the same.

It's all tied to Blake Brogan.

And I wasn't wrong.

So was proving you were right... on a case you'd been removed from worth the sh**ting of three officers?

Two of them being feds who are in critical condition right now.

Plus one of the key witnesses is missing.

Am I on defense?

I saved the lives of those cops.

If I wasn't there...

The point is, you weren't supposed to be there in the beginning. So whatever good you think you did, is completely irrelevant.

Am I to assume that what happened at the motel includes Jake Doyle?

I don't know where Jake is.

And what I did has nothing to do with him.

Under the circumstances, I find that very hard to believe.

I did this... on my own, for me.

That is exactly the problem, Leslie.

You cannot drag this entire station through the mud.

And put a microscope on them... just for you.

Listen. Brogan is behind bars... for a very long time. And you put him there.

When is that gonna be enough?

When everyone involved in this is exposed.

Brogan's the one in prison. But he's not the only player here.

Listen to me.

I am not shagging around here.

You could be facing charges of tampering with a witness.

And obstruction of justice.

Do you know how long the feds have been working on the Chevaliers' case?

And how long do you think... it's gonna take internal affairs to come swooping in to rake my ass over the coals...

because I've lost control of one of my officers?

Maybe Dr. Ronan was right. You need more time.

With all due respect...

I think Dr. Ronan's intentions are questionable.

You're gonna put him on your hit list too?

I think it's best for everyone if you stand down.

Wait. What does that mean?

You're suspended until further notice.

And before you make this worse with some indignant response... you understand that I gave you a chance.

You screwed it up.

You can leave.

Jake: Hi there.

Clyde. I woulda brought you flowers.

But they didn't have any dead ones.

I'll repay you... when I visit you at her Majesty's.

Which will be very soon.

Because the second I get out of here, Jake...

I'm bringing you in.

That is a fact.

That's not gonna happen.

Ahhh!

I'm lying here...

with a friggin' b*llet hole in me, Jake.

Your fault.

My fault?

You're the one who stole my car... on a day that the bikers just happened to be keeping tabs on me.

Bikers?

Yeah, they started following you, thinking you were me.

Likely because you were wearing this cheap little Randy river...

jacket.

What are you doing? Get out of it!

I hate to tell ya, pally.

But you're the one who started the sh**t out.

Way to go, Wyatt Earp.

Ah, thank you.

My jacket.

Jake!

That's my jacket, Jake!

There better still be oil in my car, Clyde.

Oh. Almost forgot.

Here's you keys.

Arrgh!

Sit back. Buddy, relax. You've had a hard day.

But you might wanna consider a new line of work.

Owww!

Jake!

Ahhh.

Did you get anything Des?

Aside from flashbacks? 'Cause I just saw a lot of people sh*t.

I know honey.

But did Dacosta have something useful?

No. No hard drive.

Oh great. Now what?

Mal: So Dacosta had a federal detail with him?

Turns out he's a witness in some big federal trial.

Des: The Chevaliers are in the middle of a huge organized crime case right now.

Rose: Wait. If Dacosta's testifying against the bikers... why did Brogan send you to him go get the video?

The only thing I can think of is that... he was in bed with the bikers long before he went to jail.

Extortion, contract rigging, all that good stuff.

This is why the bikers are laying into Brogan.

They knew Dacosta is a rat and they're taking it out on Brogan.

Exactly.

So Brogan sends you after Dacosta hoping that... you'll hand over the location to the bikers.

[Phone rings]

Smart, actually, because then Dacosta can't testify.

[Phone rings]

And then Brogan won't be m*rder*d in return.

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Hello?

Taylor: Doyle, man.

You can't be at what you're at.

Taylor Gossard.

Please don't tell me that you're wasting your one phone call on me.

Look. Just frig off with... the nonsense you got going on, okay?

And leave well enough alone.

You're out of your depth.

Now, I'm warning you as a favour.

That's very kind of you. Let me guess.

You're the new communications officer for the Chevaliers now?

You heard me. Back off.

I won't be telling you again.

Mal: The threats are starting to roll in now, aren't they?

Sounds like Taylor's playing with the cool kids.

Do we really think there's a video of some kind out there?

I don't know.

More bad news for Brogan.

He's running out of options. Let's go.

Okay.

You're not coming with me.

Okay.

Mal: Where are you coming from?

I just popped down to water street, signed Ruby and me up for... a wedding registry.

What's this?

And son - I don't mind - playing dumb, up to a point.

But come on.

Where'd you get it?

I'm not in trouble like you think.

It's a partial payment for a job.

Does the job in question have anything to do with money laundering?

Because that qualifies as trouble. Especially... if you're being investigated for it.

Investigated, yeah.

I was never charged.

Some cops asked a few questions about some... acquaintances.

You still working for... a law firm?

Yes!

What I did is barely illegal.

I worked at a firm. I just did things. I used my... skills for things.

Mal: Helping gamblers and loan sharks move money from point a to point b.

Clients for your firm.

You're a bag man.

You told me years ago you'd left that behind.

I prefer to think of myself as legally skilled financial consultant.

Every law firm's got a guy like me. I'm good at it, Does any of this have anything to do with the reason you came home?

More to the point, will any of this follow you home?

No! I promise you.

In some ways, it's no different that what you do.

Anyway, I'm out of that game now.

I am. Look, dad.

But this is the last time. For good.

I gotta think about Ruby now.

The bikers got your boy Dacosta.

Where's the hard drive?

According to him... it doesn't exist.

You were supposed to get me the drive, Jake.

I need it.

You need it?

I need it.

Dacosta's lying. There is a hard drive.

He has it. So go and get it.

Why do I get a feeling that this hard drive is not gonna help me at all?

What's on it?

And why do you want it so bad?

You find me that drive. And I will confess. You go free. Okay?

Just hurry up.

It's my life for your life Jake.

It might be the only sh*t either of us have left.

[Buzz]

Buttons.

If I get Brogan the hard drive, he says that he'll confess.

Do you believe that?

No.

But I still gotta find Dacosta.

If the bikers haven't k*lled him already.

Hey Jake, I know you're not used to the good stuff. But... drink?

What's with him and all the free flowing cash these days?

It's a long story.

You got a visitor.

Hi.

Hi.

You okay?

Suspended.

Oh no.

It's just as well.

Let some of this craziness blow over.

Leslie, you shouldn't be here with me.

What if someone sees you?

I don't care.

Just take me up now. Please.

I knew I'd find you here.

Is that because you're psychic? Or a stalker?

'Cause my gut tells me it's the latter.

I see nothing I said has gotten through to you.

I'm just so disappointed.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I suppose that's something you'll have to work through.

Leslie, this is all happening because I am someone who actually has your best interest at heart.

Jake: Hey.

Doctor Creep Show.

Do you show all of your patients this kind of special care?

Or...

Jake.

You know, you're the real problem here.

So maybe it might be a good idea if you just stayed quiet.

Or. Another suggestion...

I could toss you out over them stairs outside.

And believe me. They're a lot more dangerous than they look.

Jake.

You don't know anything about me.

And you're crossing way too many lines for my comfort level.

And you need to cooperate with me.

Otherwise I'm make it abundantly clear in your status report.

Is any of this worth losing your job over?

Sergeant?

I could ask you the same question.

Well, you file a formal complaint.

If that's how you feel. But...

it'll only serve to back up the notes I made in our previous sessions.

So. Fair warning.

You okay?

Upstairs. Now.

Are you sure that you're, you know, okay?

Yeah.

I'm very okay.

And I'm about forty two seconds, I'm gonna be a whole lot better.

Well, forty two seconds. That's a lot of seconds.

I just wanna keep your expectations low.

♪

Leslie: Morning.

Get out of bed, you lazy arse.

What are you doing?

Looking for the hard drive.

It has to be at Dacosta's.

So I opened up the old... real estates virtual tour thing.

I can't stop looking at it.

It went back on the market pretty quick when he went into Witness Protection.

He needed to get out of there in a hurry.

And he wouldn't have time to take everything with him.

Wait.

That lamp's skipping an outlet.

So it is.

You know ,people have those fake outlets in their walls to hide stuff in.

It's cheaper than a safe.

Dacosta's an electrician.

It would be nudding for him to put one of those on a wall.

Should I call this in?

Have someone look into it?

No, no. We need more proof.

If we're wrong, you're likely to get kicked off the force.

I got a better idea.

Hey.

Guys. Screw you.

You know what?

Arrgh.

Answer my questions by nodding.

Is there anyone else in the house?

Are you sure?

Can you walk?

Get up.

I'll take him outside.

Turn around.

Puts your hands where I can see him.

Leslie!

Find the hard drive. I'll get Dacosta.

So close.

What the hell are you doing?

Give me the drive.

Now.

And don't think about following me.

Because there will be consequences.

Okay? So just leave me alone!

[g*n cocks]

Freeze, you dirtbag.

[Bang]

Ohh!

Clyde!

Ahhhh!

Clyde. You okay?

I'm sh*t.

Jake, I'm sh*t. Twice in two days.

Jake.

You'll be alright, pally. Breathe.

Okay, breathe.

I think you were just grazed across your ear.

I think you're gonna be okay.

He's right there.

I got him.

If you hadn't pushed him, he would have k*lled me.

Oh Jake. You saved my life.

How about that?

Jake: Des.

Des: What?

What is all this?

It's financial information.

This proves that Brogan was working with the Chevaliers when he had the contract to renovate the airport.

Brogan and the bikers... they were rigging bids.

They were taking kickbacks. Bringing in contraband.

These files bury the Chevaliers.

Des: No wonder Dacosta hid this so well.

Jake: It would have be only evidence he had against them.

Upside, we got all kinds of evidence against Brogan.

Downside, we got nothing that clears you.

So what now?

Now it's time for Brogan to pay up.

No, no, no!

Guard!

[Coughing.]

Guard!

Tough luck, Jakie.

I'll see you soon.

[Gasping for breath.]

[Laughs.]

♪

I don't know what I'm gonna do with you.

I just wanted to get him put back into custody.

Thanks for lifting my suspension.

I'm sure getting Dacosta back counts for something.

But I gotta say, it wasn't my call.

Who's was it?

Top Brass.

Why would they do that?

Don't get me wrong. I'm happy they did.

But, you can't expect to do whatever you want around here. And not...

face consequences.

What are you talking about?

Between you and me, I suspect I.A. are the ones who put you back on active duty.

Why would I.A. request that?

Don't know.

But I will say this.

Brace yourself. Because if they're sniffing around.

It's not good news.

One more thing.

No more trips to Dr. Ronan.

Training wheels are off.

Rose: Penny for your thoughts?

Dollar for your body.

I'd say it's only worth about fifty cents these days.

Brogan was Jake's only way out of this.

I'm serious, Rose.

I don't know if I can help him. I really don't.

I can't say for certain... we're every going to get to the bottom of this.

All we can do is try.

I'm just resigning myself to having one son who loves being a criminal.

And the other being mistaken for one.

Christian: Okay.

I want you to hear a couple of things.

One. I'm done with the old life.

I sent back the cash. And that job I was doing for that firm... it is done.

I'm over it.

And... and broke, I take it.

Yeah. I'm gonna get to that.

And two...

Meet Ruby.

It's so nice to meet you. I've heard so much about both of you.

Hi.

Lovely to meet you.

This is my...

Hi.

Wife to be.

Which brings me to number three.

We decided to get married right away.

A fresh start for all of us.

Hey buttons.

Jake: Wow.

Come here and meet a real woman.

Ah, Ruby. This is my brother Jake.

It's nice to meet you. I'm looking forward to getting to know you.

Me too.

So we're gonna get hitched as soon as possible.

We're ready.

Why waste another minute?

Yeah, it's so great. Really, right honey? It's great.

Jake: Well done. She's gorgeous.

Clyde: Jake!

Clyde. What are you doing here?

All that stuff you were into.

The bikers, the whole thing. Everything we did today.

Oh, like saving your life. Listen.

Me never seeing you will be thanks enough.

Sorry. I can't do that.

I appreciate that you did that. I do. But... the bad news is, I kind of filed the paperwork to bust you before I came over there.

Well, unfile it.

Yeah, I can't do that.

So what are you saying, Clyde? You're planning on sending me back to prison?

Well... I managed to come up with a bit of a compromise.

Jake Doyle. I am placing you under house arrest.

Announcer: Next week on Republic of Doyle, Jake's brother ties the knot.

I'm proud of you.

Announcer: Unusual wedding crashers.

That would be the scheduling conflict.

Get that casket out of here.

Announcer: Mark Critch guest stars on Republic of Doyle, next Wednesday on CBC.