06x08 - Body of Evidence

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Announcer: Previously, on Republic of Doyle.

No, no no!

Ugh!

Tough luck, Jakie.

Brogan was Jake's only way out of this.

You need to cooperate with me.

O'brien: How long do you think it's gonna take Internal Affairs to come swooping in...

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

Did you know that Leslie is being investigated by Internal Affairs?

What do I do?

We're all working on this with Jake.

We'll prove his innocence.

I'm not your father. You're not my daughter.

You're a liar.

And I'm an idiot.

Pickard: When did you plan to skip town with Jake Doyle?

The truth shall set you free, Ms. Bennett.

I told you. I got nothing to hide.

Leslie.

So? What did you tell them?

The truth. What did you tell them?

Everything, as far as I know.

Is that what I think it is?

Yes. It's...

Look. We can't do this here.

Okay. What are we not doing here? Are you not doing it with me?

[Whispering.]

Oh. Why do we have to whisper in your office?

I'll tell you later.

There might not be a later if we don't figure out what happened last night.

Then what are we waiting for?

I can tell you one thing.

This is not what I thought I'd be doing five o'clock in the morning.

We got three hours.

If we wanna save your family from prison...

we better get started.

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How'd you meet Barbara Warrick?

Like I told you the first ten times that you asked.

She owns a security company.

And she hired us to test her alarm system.

Is that a normal thing for you to be hired to do?

Well, you know. Nothing about my job is exactly normal. So...

Did you break into Miss Warrick's house last night?

Oh my God, you're driving me insane.

Why were you in her house?

Because she hired us.

To test the security system.

Yeah.

Do you have proof of that?

No.

But she hired us.

To perform a b and e. So it was a job.

Yes. No. Yes.

But no, not like a job...

like you're saying the word "job".

Why would she do that?

I don't know, b'y. Why don't you just ask her?

Ask.

Barbara Warrick.

That's her.

So Just give her a call.

And I'm sure she'll straighten the whole thing out.

Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Doyle.

Kindly wait in the hall.

Wait in the hall?

What, are we in high school?

You know what?

Shag this. I'm going home.

No you won't.

You'll wait.

Mal: Yes, we were at a crime scene. It's a hazard of the job.

What is? m*rder?

Crime scenes.

But this isn't one.

A crime scene, I mean.

You're a former police officer, correct?

Maybe you can clear something up for us.

Sure. But you better make sure you can pay my consulting fee.

A man has to make a living.

You were hired to break into that house to test the security system.

I'm pretty sure I've already answered that question.

I'll take that as a yes.

Did you have a contract with Ms. Warrick?

No. Not exactly.

Did she pay you by cheque?

No.

Cash?

It was a handshake agreement.

Payment upon completion of the job.

That's very trusting of you.

Mrs. Warrick is a widow.

Her husband d*ed recently and she's trying to run a business on her own.

Given the slightly soiled reputation of Doyle and Doyle investigations... due in large part to my son...

We have very little bargaining power when it comes to negotiating client contracts these days.

So how does breaking into her house help her?

Not to mention you helped yourself in the process.

Right?

What?

Rose: Well, of course we did our homework.

They have an alarm company that specializes in high end security.

For residential homes.

That's right.

The company's a bit behind the times with technology.

And Mrs. Warrick is an interior designer, not an expert in alarm systems.

But her husband had developed this new product that hadn't been tested yet.

It hooks up to your phone. And it's completely wireless.

How did Jake find this job?

Did it come to him organically?

Organically?

How did you find this job, Miss Doyle?

It's Mrs. Doyle.

Actually Mrs. Warrick came to us.

Listen, Jake hasn't really been himself these days.

He's got the weight of the whole family on his shoulders right now.

Wow, is it ever late.

Um...

you and I both know this is routine.

Why don't we just... call it a night and everybody go home and get some sleep?

How well do you get to know your clients?

Meaning ?

Couldn't you say you could have gotten all that information you just told me off the Internet?

No, we prefer to have human contact with the people who hire us.

Does this contact usually include three days of surveilling the client?

Des: Stalking?

I take offense to that.

Then what would you call it?

We were getting intelligence.

By casing Miss Warrick's house for three days and then breaking in.

Now, when you put it like that, it sounds all dirty.

Sounds like a well planned robbery.

Well, thank you very much, but it's not. It isn't. No.

Why are you saying things like that?

What happened to your face?

Are you trying to say I'm ugly?

I was born like this.

Your eye. What happened?

I ran into a client's door... fist.

You don't sound too sure about that.

I don't sound too sure about a lot of things.

Why is that?

Because Jake doesn't normally let me talk with police types.

Mr. Courtney, didn't you have an altercation with a neighbour or Ms. Warrick's?

Altercation?

Mr. Philip Miles?

What does he have to do with the house you were watching?

He was outside. He was shagging around with wires.

I thought he was stealing cable and I took a photo of him.

Probably why he came after me.

He came after you because you took his photo?

No, he didn't like that I was outside Ms. Warrick's place.

He was mad. Madder than Jake.

So it's safe to say that Jake Doyle has a temper?

It's safe to say when he's not around.

This altercation you had with Mr. Miles caused enough of a disturbance that the police showed up, correct?

Well, that, Sir, would be my word against the investigating officer.

Whoever they may be.

I didn't get a name.

Tinny: I was responding to a call near Bannerman Park.

Pickard: After your shift.

Yes.

Who was involved?

Des Courtney and another man.

Philip Miles.

Yes.

Does this happen often?

Does what happen often?

Responding to calls about the Doyles?

Sometimes.

They're private investigators.

Usually investigating people who are committing crimes.

They're also your family.

Do you work for them as well as the police?

I'm a police officer.

Not a P.I.

That' kind of a weird question.

So what did you do when you arrived at the disturbance?

I diffused the situation.

Which wasn't hard because it was just a misunderstanding.

Misunderstanding over what?

Philip Miles thought that Des Courtney was peeping on Mrs. Warrick.

He was very protective.

Does that mean you did nothing?

It means that Mr. Miles didn't file a report.

And neither did Mr. Courtney.

Mr. Courtney. That's...

a tad bit formal when referring to a boyfriend, isn't it?

We're just dating.

He's not a boyfriend?

I don't really see how that's relevant.

So you wrote no report on the incident.

No.

Very interesting on that one.

So what did you do, Constable?

I verbally told my superior officer about it.

Sergeant Leslie Bennett.

And what did she do with the information?

You'd have to ask her.

Sir.

Did you follow up on the information given to you by Constable Doyle?

There was nothing to follow up on.

Has your relationship with the Doyles ever compromised your oath as a police officer?

You read my service record.

You tell me.

What is the extent of your relationship?

Are you and Jake romantically involved?

Next question.

And by the way, my gut tells me this isn't just about a break-in.

So you better come up with evidence of something soon.

Or else.

And what does your gut tell you about last night, Sergeant?

That the Doyles were doing a job they were hired to do.

So why do you think we're still here?

At midnight?

I have no idea.

But you can bet I'm gonna figure out sooner than later.

Who is this Pickard fella anyway?

I've never seen him before.

He's likely high up on the food chain.

That sounds promising.

I know where to go to figure this out.

It'll be quiet 'til eight A.M. give me the box.

No, no. Leslie. You gotta let me handle this.

Stay out of it.

I'm the cop here.

Let me figure this out my way.

Follow me. Keep you head down.

Can I have a coffee?

Where's the money?

Mrs. Warrick hasn't paid us yet.

The money that was in Barbara Warrick's safe.

The one that you cracked.

We didn't steal any money. And we didn't know about any safe.

You wanna try again?

Mal: Jake may be pig headed.

And unconventional, but he's no criminal.

In fact, he always gets the job done in the end.

And I admire him for it.

But it's not the way you handle things, now is it, Malachy?

So, about last night?

Did Jake get the job done?

So you don't know anything about the money in the safe?

Of course not.

We both know he's facing a m*rder charge.

And no. He didn't do that either.

I didn't know what to do.

I don't know how to say no to either one of them.

Malachy and Jake Doyle?

It's like trying to please two fathers.

OK. Or one father. And one big, angry brother.

And in the end, I normally just listen to whoever's yelling at me.

Most of the times it's Jake.

But you're devoted to him.

Yes.

Does Jake Doyle intimidate you?

Yes! But he... he intimidates me. But... it's... for my own good.

You've applied for, what, ten credit cards recently?

Your credit rating is as low as it could possible be.

Which begs the question... don't you draw a pay cheque from the Doyles?

When's the next high tide?

What do you mean?

That's kinda my unofficial pay period.

So, you were broke.

Yes.

You were desperate.

Hell, yes!

Wait, what are we talking about here?

Pickard: Did you learn your skill with numbers while incarcerated?

Rose: I was never in prison.

And yet you have a criminal record.

That was a long time ago.

Misspent youth?

Bad choice in husbands.

Yes, I do know my way around a financial statement.

And yes, I handle the finances for Doyle and Doyle investigations.

So what?

You recently missed a mortgage payment.

You even filed an application for a third mortgage... but were denied.

Is that accurate?

Yeah. What does that have to do with anything?

It would seem your family needs this job badly.

That's what I tried to tell Malachy.

But he didn't want to take it.

Why not?

Because Mrs. Warrick's husband left her with a huge tax bill.

And everything in the house was gonna be seized by the government.

He didn't think we'd ever get paid.

Exactly.

Exactly what?

You knew exactly where that money was and how to get it.

We didn't rob any one. Okay?

In fact, we were robbed.

You were robbed?

Yes.

Did you file a police report?

No.

Why not?

Let's just say the next time a sixteen year old girl shows up at your door.

And claims she's your daughter, make sure the DNA test is real.

I'll keep that in mind.

Of course I know Sloan Daniels. She robbed us blind.

But she's actually a really good person.

She's one of us.

She was one of us. She's bad.

We filed an insurance claim to try to get the money that was stolen.

And yet you withdrew the application.

Yeah.

Why?

It's really complicated.

Maybe not.

Maybe it's because you were the ones who stole your own money in the first place.

Sorry, what was that?

In here.

Take this.

Whatever you're doing I hope it works. My entire family is about to go down.

Yeah. Not to mention me and my career.

I was referring to you when I said family.

Not that I'm implying that you and I have a brother and sister like relationship.

Obviously, we don't.

We have a very much a you and me... you know, different type of relationship.

Jake, I gotta tell you something.

Tell me what?

Everything's gonna be fine.

You gotta tell me exactly what happened at the Warrick's house.

Don't leave anything out.

Come on.

That's you back there.

Isn't it Malachy?

Where did you get this?

Oh, jeez.

Des.

I didn't see him coming.

He was huge. And all of a sudden he was just there.

It was like an eclipse.

And I put up my phone to protect myself.

Like a defense mechanism.

My investigative training was kicking in, you know.

Where were you when you were att*cked?

I was in the truck, which is harder to spot than the van.

But that blew up.

Why did it get blown up?

It was kind of on... purpose, but not. But it's a long story.

It worked out fine. We got the insurance money.

You don't need to write that down.

What were you doing in the truck when you were att*cked?

That's technical. And top secret.

And I need to get a sign off.

How does an obstruction of justice charge sound to you?

I, uh.

Okay. I set up a local server.

And I tapped into the security protocols to monitor the zones.

The zones.

The zones in Barbara Warrick's house.

So that when Jake went through them during the test, he would know if there was a system breach.

And we would catch it before a call was triggered to the cops.

But I failed.

And that hurts more than anything.

Even more than my face, which really hurts.

So you really didn't want any part of this job, did you?

I told rose I didn't think we should take it.

So why were you at Barbara Warrick's house?

I didn't like the setup.

Jake...

Went anyway.

Yeah. And I went to stop him before it was too late.

Pickard: So what was it the neighbour...

Philip Miles, said to you three days ago?

Okay. But you can't repeat this to any one.

Especially not with kids.

He kept saying over and over.

You're nailing her.

An awful way to describe someone so beautiful.

When you went back last night, he att*cked you. Why?

Were you nailing Ms. Warrick?

No! No. I'm spoken for.

You're referring, of course, to constable Tinny Doyle.

Maybe, who's asking?

Were the flower you found in the truck for her?

No. They were for Ms. Warrick.

In fact, you were nailing her!

You were casing out her house last night.

Because you were making damn sure that Jake didn't trip the silent alarm... when you robbed her.

Does that sound about right?

Okay. Can I say "no"?

Because I feel really dizzy. I think I need to take a break.

It's been, like, six hours now.

Actually, it's been about six minutes.

See? Three hundred and sixty seconds. That's a lot.

Can we just take an teensy weensy teensy little break?

Is that so much?

So why couldn't you get to Jake?

Because Des was taking a pounding.

From Philip Miles.

Who saw you casing the house three days earlier and...

now believed you were back there to rob it.

I suppose it may have looked like that to the uninformed.

So he tried to stop you.

Maybe.

It seemed more like a jealous rage than a concerned neighbour.

We believe that you had no interest in communicating with Jake.

Why would you believer that?

Because you were the one that planned the robbery all along.

That's not what happened.

So if you wanted to stop him, why didn't you call Jake?

I did.

His ringer was probably turned off which is why I sent him a text.

Did Jake respond?

No.

What did the text say?

I can't remember. Likely something about him being a great son.

The usual.

Okay.

Well, it's late.

You're tired.

So, let's refresh your memory, shall we?

Read it please?

Hey moron, now that you're inside. Make sure you get the money.

I am glad that this thing is all over.

It was obviously just huge misunderstanding.

You know, I know it looked bad that Des is just... if he did what I told him, then he never would have left the truck.

And he wouldn't have tripped the alarm.

And you wouldn't have showed up.

And we would have done our job.

Filed our paperwork, gotten paid.

And Ms. Warrick would have been happy that we were testing her faulty friggin' security system.

Oh, but you did b*at the system, Jake.

Almost.

But you made one mistake.

What are you talking about? I b*at the system?

Barbara Warrick was the only person alive who knew what was in the safe.

And the combination to open it.

And you didn't expect her to be home.

Home? I know for a fact she wasn't home.

Oh? Really? How did you know that?

The plan was, she was supposed to stay in a hotel that night.

The night that we were...

Look, why don't you...

I said this a million times already... call the woman. And she will tell you that all of this is true.

We're gonna have a little problem doing that.

Jake: Mrs. Warrick.

What was she doing in the house?

You were there, Jake.

You tell me.

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Hey Jake.

What's your problem?

Besides the one I'm looking at?

If I was on the other side of this, looking at all the evidence.

I know. We look very good for m*rder and a bit of robbery.

What were you doing in that house?

No bullshit.

Tell me.

What are you asking me, exactly?

Who k*lled that woman, Jake?

And what do you know that you're not telling me?

I'm not telling you, not, not telling you. I don't know.

I don't know anything.

Okay?

Whoever k*lled her maybe someone else got into the house that we don't know about.

Any idea who?

No. I wish.

You're gonna need more than that.

I'm working on it.

As far as I know, it's not a crime to meet with a real estate agent.

Of course it isn't.

So?

You recently got appraisals on the Doyle house... and the property you own and operate, the Duke.

Is that correct?

We were looking at our options from a financial perspective.

Or you were gonna take the money from the heist and the sale of the properties.

And leave town.

No.

The family has fallen on hard times.

I'm suggesting you might have a golden parachute.

Look, Malachy knew there was something wrong with this case from the start.

Is that so?

Yeah.

We just needed more time to figure it out.

What we think you needed to figure out was what to do with Barbara Warrick... when you found her in the house.

That's why the robbery went sideways.

And she ended up dead.

What about Philip miles and his connection to Mrs. Warrick?

Is he in here being questioned for her m*rder?

What's his motive?

Figure it out yourself. That's your job.

Des: Philip Miles was studying horticulture in college. And then he dropped out. So it turns out... he wasn't a cable stealer. He was working for Barbara Warrick's rich neighbours... as their estate manager.

And they had a greenhouse. And he grew flowers. And he gave them to her.

Like the flowers we found in your truck.

Exactly. Philip Miles tried to give them to her a couple of days ago.

And she slammed the door in his face.

How did you end up with them?

I have photos of Philip Miles and Ms. Warrick together at her place.

He just threw the flower away and they landed on me.

In your truck.

I'm not a perve.

I was in the bushes, silly.

Anyway. I guess he can afford to throw away a whole bouquet of flowers.

We can't all have our own personal greenhouse.

He gave her a lot of flowers.

That doesn't necessarily make him a m*rder*r.

Says you.

Philip Miles delivered flowers to Mrs. Warrick's office fifteen times the week before her husband Jerry dies of a heart att*ck.

Seems like love. Or harassment.

Or maybe something else entirely.

We realized that there was more going on than the client was telling us.

And we were just trying to warn Jake.

How could you know all of this in three days?

Because we're really good at what we do.

Unlike certain investigators.

Possibly. But it's more likely you're trying to sell a story to save yourselves.

Look, if you had a case... where the husband dies. And then later... you find out that the wife was the subject of someone's obsession... wouldn't that make you think?

Just a little bit.

Leslie: What do I know about Jerry Warrick?

That he's dead.

That's it?

Is Jerry Warrick's death an active case?

No.

So why did I take it out of records for the Doyles?

Do you normally share confidential information with civilians?

They were suspicious about how Mr. Warrick d*ed.

What are you accusing them of?

There are no charges pending yet.

We're just gathering the evidence.

And trying to piece together the whole story.

What was the cause of Mr. Warrick's death?

He d*ed of a heart att*ck.

Was that suspicious?

No. He had an existing heart condition.

In other words, you found nothing.

Except a motive and... an opportunity for the Doyles.

Who have this ridiculous theory... about the m*rder. Which they're trying to use as a smokescreen to cover up their crime.

You worried about the trial?

I'm not sure they have enough on us to charge us yet.

But whatever.

You know what trial I'm talking about.

This is life or death, Jake. I'm worried about you.

Where all this could lead.

To be honest with you, I'm not feeling great, okay?

Whoever it is that's framing me for Clark's m*rder is doing a pretty good job. So...

I'm not feeling exactly hopeful.

Let's just focus on one m*rder at a time, okay?

Speaking of... you don't have anything here on hand that's gonna save us yet, do you?

Not yet.

Must be nice not having I.A. breathing down your neck.

Yeah. It is.

Hey. I think I got something.

What is that? A flower?

A lily. This particular beautiful and sweetly scented variety of lily... is extremely toxic.

It could be used as a poison.

Do you think the toxin... from the lily could... could make a poisoning look like a heart att*ck?

Maybe.

Is there an autopsy report on Jerry Warrick's death?

No.

Why would there be?

It didn't seem like it was suspicious.

I'll get the M.E.'s findings.

There'll be a tox report.

[Ring.]

Come on. Pick up.

Have a bit of patience, b'y. It's still early.

They're probably not even in yet.

I was investigating an active m*rder case.

About ex-Mayor Clark.

That's right.

And ignoring the explicit order of your superior not to get involved.

She didn't... she doesn't have the information that I do.

What information?

The video showing that Jake couldn't have done it.

And where is this video now?

I don't know.

That seems to be a common thing here, Sergeant.

What's that?

Jake Doyle and m*rder.

Jake Doyle is innocent.

Of what?

Everything.

Listen to yourself. How do you know?

I just do.

And we're gonna prove it.

Who's we?

You and Jake Doyle?

You met with Dr. Ronan, the psychologist.

That's confidential.

His final report expresses... and I quote... deep concern about the relationship Sergeant Bennett has with the accused.

I'd take what he reports with a grain of salt.

What's this really about? What am I doing here?

You're testimony on behalf of the Doyles carries no weight in the Barbara Warrick m*rder investigation.

And why is that?

Why? Answer me?

Because of the ongoing Internal Affairs investigation against you, Sergeant.

You're a dirty cop.

How dare you?

We have evidence.

You're lying. Who are you really?

Just an honest cop looking for the truth.

And I think I found it.

Jake: What am I looking at? I'm confused.

Your phone logs.

My phone logs?

That's a little bit creepy, no?

Last night you received a text from your father Malachy.

Probably. It was likely a load of gibberish.

He's old. He's senile. And he has a real difficult with the old touch screen.

Do you remember what it said?

Probably something fatherly, loving.

That's his style.

It says: Moron. Now that you're in, make sure you get the money.

This is your smoking g*n.

It confirms that you were in the house to get the money.

It could mean that I was waiting to get paid for the job we just did.

Or maybe he wanted me to go to a bank machine.

Or maybe it was a million other things.

You also received a phone call while you were in Ms. Warrick's house.

I did.

From your lawyer, Walter McLean.

What did he say to you?

That's none of your business.

You know, the whole doctor, lawyer, patient confidentiality thing.

He told you that your trial had been moved up.

Again, from where you're sitting, you think you got a dead to rights case against me.

You think that I k*lled missus. I stole all the money.

And maybe you think I was about to leave town.

It does seem to be the only option.

I guess it doesn't matter to you that none of that's true.

Does Sergeant Bennett know that your trial's been moved up?

He was deranged.

Philip miles?

You should pick him up. He looks like a pretty good suspect for all of this.

And Jake was in the house the whole time.

But Jake didn't know Mrs. Warrick was even there.

Miles probably did.

Okay. Thank you Malachy.

You have been most helpful.

I appreciate you coming in. I realized this has been difficult for you.

By the way, did you realize your wife is trying to sell your house?

Jake: So we know that miles was sweet on Mrs. Warrick.

But he couldn't be with her until the husband was out of the way.

So they k*lled her husband, Jerry, with the poison from the lily.

Neither one of them knew he owed a shitload in taxes.

Miles must have found out that everything was gonna be seized.

And that he wasn't gonna get a dime.

So what? He decides to rob her and k*ll her the same way as they k*lled her husband?

It makes sense.

It has to, since he's our only lead.

There's only one problem.

You'd need a blood test to prove the presence of glycol-whatever you called it... from the lily.

There was no blood test done to see if there was poison in Jerry's system.

And plus the coroner's report say Ms. Warrick wasn't poisoned.

How did she die?

Blunt force trauma.

And a broken neck.

Philip Miles?

We know he had a temper.

It couldn't have been Miles.

Look.

There's a time stamp on this photo.

It proves he didn't k*ll her.

He was outside at the established time of death.

There was only one person in that house that could have k*lled Mrs. Warrick.

Me.

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Jake: There is no way... that I tripped that silent alarm.

You're right.

You did not.

I didn't? What?

Barbara Warrick triggered the silent alarm herself.

See? Now we're getting somewhere.

She did it on purpose as someone was trying to k*ll her.

Oh, here we go.

You were there to rob Ms. Warrick's safe.

But when you found her in the house... you m*rder*d her.

Time to fess up, Jake Doyle.

You were a first responder.

Seems like a pattern with you.

Why, of all people, would you show up first?

I wasn't even supposed to be working last night.

I'm aware of that. So?

I was on my way home after a double shift.

I need the money.

It's a common theme with the Doyle clan.

Is that a crime now?

Tell me about one of the investigators working at Doyle and Doyle?

Des Courtney.

What would you say is the nature of your relationship?

You already asked me about this.

I'm asking again.

We're just dating.

You're just dating.

Really.

We're definitely more than dating.

I think she has a different view.

What do you mean?

You might wanna check with her on that.

No, we're close. We're like, very, very close.

I wanna marry her.

Don't tell Jake.

Are you recording this conversation?

Did Jake and Malachy ask you to ask me that question?

Did constable Doyle warn you that the police were on their way... so you could hide the stolen money?

We're only dating. I swear.

I'm not sure I can take much more of this.

We'll be okay.

Whatever happened in that house... the truth will come out.

I know.

I'm really sorry Mal.

What can you be sorry for?

It's my gene pool, not yours.

I should be doing the apologizing every day.

No, no, listen. I had an appraisal done on the house without telling you.

Rose.

It's your house too.

I know you're just exploring all of the options.

We can't get anymore equity out of it.

We're basically in a financial mess if Jake goes away.

He's about to be on the hook for two murders he had nothing to do with.

It's a bit hard to swallow, I tell you that.

I don't know how to help him, and it's k*lling me.

He's my best friend. My son. He's... .

Jake: What do we got? Anything?

Anything else?

It's not gonna change.

It has to.

It won't, Jake. The evidence isn't adding up to anything.

Or maybe we're just, you know, not seeing it.

The day shift's gonna be here soon.

You know what I could go for right now?

A nice bottle of wine.

Me and you by a fireplace.

You scantily clad, lying next to me.

I'd be happy to be alone with you in a room without a dead body in it for once.

You could think of it like extreme dating.

Keeps everything alive.

Pardon the pun.

I won't give up. I can't.

What else is going on with you?

There's something you're not telling me.

It's nothing.

I love you, that's all.

I just want to spend the rest of my life with you.

Yeah, you're right. It is kinda weird.

Pickard: You're a dirty cop.

I got nothing to hide.

Are you absolutely certain about that?

Jake: (On phone) What if I told you to forget everything Sloan said to you today?

She was never here. She never confessed.

She never told you about me and Saul.

Sloan: Jake...

Jake: The safest thing for you is to get as far away from Vic Saul as possible.

Leslie: Jake's right. And if the Doyle's don't cooperate... even if I take your confession. The charges will never stick.

You had a warrant to bug my office?

How did you get it?

If I had heard correctly, it would appear that Jake Doyle is in the employ of a certain organized crime boss.

A Vic Saul.

Yeah? That's not what I heard.

Of course you didn't.

This is a witch hunt.

You got nothing better to do than dig through my trash?

You've known all along that Jake was connect with Saul.

And yet you managed to keep that tasty little morsel all to yourself.

What else are you hiding?

I told you. I got nothing to hide.

Precisely. What was your role in the robbery and m*rder of Barbara Warrick?

And when did you plan to skip town with Jake Doyle?

The truth shall set you free, Ms. Bennett.

Sergeant Bennett.

You know, if I were you, I'd get used to Ms.

You can run.

Leslie.

It's not safe here.

I'm the subject of an Internal Affairs instigation.

And you're the prime suspect in two homicides.

I know. I know. I'm just hoping that when I go away... they'll leave you alone.

We still got time.

There's a month 'til the trail.

Yeah. Um.

Seeing how we're all in a real sharing and open honest mood today...

I gotta tell you something.

What?

They're moving my trial up to next week.

Which is why they think I'm an accomplice in this robbery-homicide.

They think we're gonna run.

How did I end up on the hook for two murders?

I mean, Brogan... he kills Clark. There's on m*rder*r dead.

The m*rder*r is dead.

How many suspects in the Barbara Warrick m*rder?

Apart from you, there is no one else.

Exactly.

Exactly. Barbara Warrick was alone in that room.

Hey Jake. Where are you?

Are you watching this?

Shut up. I'm in a morgue.

Oh, thank God.

Wait, wait. Are you okay?

Yeah.

I need you to tap into Barbara Warrick's security system. Can you do that?

Use my computer.

Pretty easily. I'm still logged into the alarm system from last night.

O.M.G. There's only one active sensor in the house.

Where was it?

Hang on.

It's gonna take a minute.

Tinny was that the sensor relayed to the police station?

Yeah.

I'm sorry Jake. I can't find the exact room.

But it is in a zone that you didn't get to.

Why not? Why?

Because Mrs. Warrick she's controlling the sensors using a cell phone.

That was kinda sneaky, pretty clever.

Jake. No pressure. But you know I can't do any hard time, right?

And not even easy time. Like no time at all.

Don't leave me! Don't...

Is that her cell phone?

Yeah.

I found the app.

There should be a list of all the sensors in every room in there.

It won't open.

It's password protected.

Wait. It's a beta version.

What does that mean?

It should have a simple code that anyone can access.

Like 1-2-3-4?

It's opening.

Look at that. She could control the whole alarm system from her phone.

There's only one sensor that's selected.

It's in the room.

The same room that had the safe.

And the dead body.

She tripped her own alarm? Why?

Barbara Warrick wasn't m*rder*d. She k*lled herself.

♪

Leslie: She tripped her own alarm accidentally?

Or she did it intentionally to frame us.

But why would she k*ll herself?

How did she do that?

I don't know. But dad didn't want me to go in that house.

Why?

I'm gonna find out.

[Ring.]

Mal: I hope you're crossing... the Mexican border, son. Everyone's looking for you.

Yeah, yeah. Listen. We're in the morgue.

I need you to get down here right away.

I know where they are.

Why didn't you want me to run the security text at the Warrick house?

The government was about to seize all of Barbara Warrick's assets.

Everything in the house was itemized. Even the cash in the safe.

After her husband d*ed, Barbara Warrick thought she'd be rich.

But she didn't know her husband was up to his eyeballs in debt.

So we were gonna be her fall guys while she stole all her own cash.

Steal her own money and then frame you.

But where's the money?

We're gonna need some hard evidence to prove this, you guys.

Shift change in a few minutes.

Last chance. We need to fix this.

Alright.

So, we know the alarm was tripped in the room with the safe.

Hey, wait a minute.

Warrick was an interior designer.

She had a reputation for being meticulous.

Rose: That's pretty shoddy workmanship, don't you think?

Jake: Maybe it's something else.

Mal: Wallpaper paste.

Under the nails.

Dad. Think about it.

She took the money out of the safe. Dug a hole in the wall... and that's where she stashed the cash.

But what was her plan after that?

Well, she didn't plan to leave.

She tripped the alarm.

But she had to hide somewhere.

And she certainly didn't plan on dying.

Missing heel.

There's a pole rod.

Jake: Missing heel. Pull rod.

There's an attic door.

She was gonna hide upstairs until the police responded to the silent alarm... took you into custody for the robbery and then left.

Tinny.

Uncle Jake?

I overheard a briefing on the case.

They're issuing an A.P.B. on both you and Leslie.

Okay, listen. I need you to get back to the crime scene, if you can manage it.

I think so. All their focus is on you two..

We're looking for the missing heal of a woman's shoe.

Check the attic stairs.

Okay.

It's a theory.

We all need to go upstairs. No choice.

♪

Jake: Let me guess.

You found the heal wedged in the pull down staircase.

Yes, Constable Doyle said you told her it would be here.

What can I say?

I'm deadly at my job.

Look at him, la.

Right jealous, he is.

You're either all very innocent, or very guilty.

Nobody k*lled Barbara Warrick. She k*lled herself.

And how did she manage that?

She hired the Doyles so she could set them up last night.

Jake: She staged the room to make it look like it was a break in.

She left the safe open. She took all the cash and she stuck it in the wall.

Read the coroner's report, you douche.

There was a bunch of white stuff under her fingernails.

Wallpaper glue.

Get me the coroner's findings.

We shall see.

I know why you did it.

Super smart. As always.

Do what?

You told him that we were just dating.

And not in a serious, deeply committed relationship, which of course we are.

I told him the truth, Des.

Yeah. And the truth is that we we're in this serious, deeply committed relationship.

With mutual respect and admiration.

I'm not sure what kind of relationship this is.

What?

I don't know why, but...

I feel we're rushing into this.

No. No. No. We're not.

I just need some time.

Hey. What just happened?

You okay?

I dunno.

Okay. Okay.

You were right about the wallpaper glue.

But what about the alarm?

She had an app on her phone. Barbara turned on a sensor.

In the house. One particular one.

The one in the room with the safe.

Which she tripped herself.

Jake: When the alarm went off... she pulled down the stairs to the attic.

And, well, the rest is history.

Broke her heel. Fell.

Jake: Pickard. How much you wanna bet that the blood on the staircase matches her wound, directly?

Pick a number. I'm actually kinda broke. So if you could make it a high one... that would be deadly.

Wait. I just need to...

Act like a cop instead of hunting one?

Yeah. You do.

Jake: Listen.

When you find out that everything we just told you is correct... we'll expect an apology.

Oh, and be a doll, will ya?

Put it in writing.

Wait a minute.

The blood test on Jerry Warrick... confirmed the presence of enough cardio glycosides from a lily to prove that he was poisoned.

Philip Miles?

He was so freaked out that Barbara Warrick was gonna cut him out of her plans... that he confessed that she told him she was gonna frame the Doyles.

He didn't know she was dead.

Well, we needed the confession first. And we got it.

Ha. Good job.

One m*rder rap down.

And one to go.

Yeah. I need that Internal Affairs report on Sergeant Bennett.

As fast as you can get it to me.

What do you say, skipper? One last ride?

Announcer: For six seasons, Jake's been on the case.

Now, the final episode.

Looks like it's just you and me.

We can do this.

Announcer: The series finale of Republic of Doyle, at a special time, next week on CBC.