06x09 - Judgement Day

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Announcer: Previously, on Republic of Doyle.

Pickard; You're a dirty cop!

I got nothing to hide.

They're moving my trial up.

Don't pursue this case against Jake Doyle.

That's an order.

Brogan was Jake's only way out of this.

I need the security camera footage.

No, no, no!

Don't worry about Saul.

Right now, you belong to me.

I just need some time.

What else is going on with you?

Nothing.

It's ironic.

Of all the crap I've done over the years...

I'm gonna be sent to prison for a crime I didn't even commit.

Jake. We did what we could, with what we had.

And all we had to do,

was plant the seed of doubt... that you didn't k*ll former Mayor Clarke.

(Indistinctly)

Trust me.

I got a good feeling about this.

I got an awful feeling about this.

Walter's okay and all.

But is he the best?

They say a man who defends himself has a fool as a client.

What about the best friend of the fool?

That's a fool too, isn't it.

Rose: Miranda Cahill?

What is your ex-girlfriend doing with Judge Tizzard?

Mal: They were married, believe it or not.

A bar owner and a judge?

Interesting combo. I wonder if they're on good terms.

I could punch you right in the nose.

I'm thinking no to that good terms thing.

Yeah.

Rose: You really missed out on that...

Malachy. She's a real winner.

I can't imagine life without Jake.

Or you.

Or any of you Doyles.

This is not the time or place to be talking about this.

I know. But we haven't barely talked at all.

I love you.

I need to get some air... for my lungs which may or may not be punctured by a broken heart.

Anything I should know about?

I don't wanna get into it.

We're good.

Finn? What are you doing here?

I got an interest in our justice system, you know.

I gotta go.

Wait, wait, wait.

You still owes me money... for that surveillance gear I installed in your shop.

Yeah. About that. Oh, jeez.

Huh?

Bailiff: All rise.

Here goes nothing.

And by nothing, you mean my life, right?

Just shut up.

Will the defendant please stand?

Judge Tizzard: Jake Doyle.

On the account of first degree m*rder...

in the death of William Cadigan Clarke... the jury has found you... guilty as charged.

Order please.

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Order please!

Order in this court.

Order! Settle down.

Or I will clear this court room.

Sentencing... will be in two days.

Mr. McLean, I suppose you want to request that... your client remain free on bail.

Until sentencing.

Yeah, sure, why not?

He's toying with us. This isn't gonna happen.

Well, granted.

Prosecutor: I strongly object...

Your Honour.

I don't consider Jake Doyle to be a high risk to flee.

So overruled.

This Court is now adjourned.

[Bang.]

And I want to speak to you privately.

In my chambers.

And your father, Malachy.

I'm being blackmailed.

You just tried me as a m*rder*r.

And now you wanna hire us?

You two fellas are the only people I trust to handle it discreetly.

Jake: Again.

A convicted m*rder*r.

[Laughing.] A judge smoking a joint.

Yes b'y.

Mal: That's not good.

Who's the girl in the photo?

We met at a bar.

And yes, we did smoke a little.

And we made out and then I went back to her hotel room.

Jake: First of all... gross.

Second of all. What do they want from you.

I don't know yet.

Just turn the photo over.

Look on the back.

Jake: We'll be in touch.

Do you have any idea who could be behind it?

Tizzard: My money is on... my ex wife.

Miranda Cahill.

I take it that's why you guys were arguing earlier.

Yes. She denied sending that photo.

But I'm telling you she was hiding something.

Why would she blackmail you?

She got nothing from the divorce.

Malachy, you know what she's capable of.

Mal: That was a long time ago.

And given this photo, I'm inclined to take her side.

Jake: How do I put this?

Is the girl in the picture here-is she, like... of the working girl variety, maybe?

I didn't pay her.

And no, I don't know anything about her.

All I have is this.

She took it out of her purse to make a filter for the joint.

"F.D."?

Some kind of logo.

Jake: Et me get this straight.

You want me to spend my last two days of freedom working for you.

Are you stoned right now? Or...

I know that you need the cash.

Please do this for me.

If this photo goes public, I'll be fired.

Mal: You can't work a case with your last two days of freedom.

Leave it to me.

You just wants to be alone with Miranda Cahill so you can shag her again.

Don't lie. Be careful. Rose will find out.

Maybe. 'Cause I'll tell her.

I'm serious.

Come on, dad.

At least this way we'll be able to spend a little time together.

Who knows? If we help Tizzard... he just might go light on the sentence.

I'm so sorry, Jake. I let you down.

Knock it off.

This isn't over.

We'll appeal.

In order to do that, we need a little thing called... evidence. And unfortunately we're in short supply.

What do you say, skipper?

One last ride?

Jake: She is charming.

Mal: I know that look from her.

She's seeing red.

Now, now.

Don't be at it.

It's alright. It's just a misunderstanding.

Mal. My knight in shining armour.

You look good.

Real good.

You look good too.

He does look good, doesn't he?

Shouldn't you be in prison, or something?

Yeah, I saw you at my trial.

Checking up on me?

I didn't know that you cared.

I don't.

Tizzard had me removed from the courthouse.

I'm just waiting here to give him a big smack up the side of that big boiler head of his.

What's on the go with buddy, there?

None of your business. That's what.

Mal: Judge Tizzard is being blackmailed.

And he seems to see you might have something to do with it.

As I said to him Judge Dimwit...

I don't have anything to do with whatever it is he's involved with.

I didn't care that much about him when I was married to him.

And I care even less now.

Always a pleasure to see you, though, Mal.

Mal: Who's the guy?

Name says: Lars McGill.

You feel that?

You two. You still got some chemistry. I gotta say.

Oh. I jumped the g*n on that. I'm a little bit sorry.

Jake: I appreciate that.

But if we could talk about anything other than my case right now... it would be much appreciated.

Thank you.

I loves you.

That was extremely awkward. But thank you, Des.

Now.

Usually in a blackmail case... there's a list of demands, right?

Whoever sent Judge Tizzard that photo said they'd be in touch with what they want. Soon.

Rose: Miranda Cahill, huh?

She denies any involvement.

Does she?

Any word on who the missus Tizzard was smoking cabbage with?

Des: I did a search on the matchbook cover.

And it's for "forever discrete."

It's an escort service.

And the woman's name is Vanessa Sandow.

She's an escort?

Jake: So this was no random meeting between Tizzard and Vanessa.

It was a setup.

Straight from the start.

Rose: Either way.

Miranda could still be behind it.

You're right.

But who is this McGill fella...

Miranda was taking to at the courthouse?

He got to her.

It's Lars McGill. He's a lawyer.

But apparently he only has one client.

Some numbered company... that owns a lot of real estate.

Including the Green Room bar.

Vic Saul's old bar.

A bit of a coincidence.

Saul must have sold it after he went to jail.

But who bought it?

Jake: We gotta find out. And Des... figure out who this missus, Vanessa is.

And who paid her to set up Tizzard.

Hi.

Meet you outside.

Leslie. Hi.

Get out.

We gotta pull out all the stops on this one, Jake.

There's evidence out there. I know it.

We just... gotta make sure everything's above board.

I can't have you risking everything for me again.

Okay. But we will talk later, right?

You have my word on that.

I gotta go.

I'll talk to you.

[Phone rings.]

Bennett.

Drop everything you're doing.

And meet me at the station right now.

Inspector, what's going on?

Just do it.

Pickard: Internal Affairs is wrapping up their investigation into you.

Good.

'Cause as I said, I have nothing to hide.

See, that's where I beg to differ.

They've almost finalized their report.

And, let me tell you they've had a lot to work with.

My record on this force is solid.

Was solid.

You were warned time and time again... about the conflict of interest you had with Jake and the entire Doyle clan.

And yet you continued to ignore your superiors.

And breach protocol...

at every turn.

I did no such thing.

You'll have an opportunity to defend yourself... when you meet with Internal Aaffairs today.

I'll be chairing the meeting.

I suggest you think long and hard as to what you're gonna say.

I'd apologize profusely.

Say Jake coerced you.

And then, I'd beg for leniency.

At that juncture...

I might be able to help you.

Jake: Saul's old bar.

Who do you think owns it now?

Are you sleeping with your eyes open again?

We missed something.

You're convicted for a crime you didn't commit.

How could we not fix this?

To be honest, dad, I'm not sure that we can.

Brogan, the guy who actually k*lled Clarke, is dead.

We have no substantive evidence.

I was caught standing there, over the body... with the m*rder w*apon in my hand.

I mean, I got myself into this.

Son, you get yourself into some terrible situations.

I mean, just awful.

But ninety five percent of the time... it's because you're trying to help someone.

You're a good man.

And a great son.

And I love you.

Shall we kiss now, or?

Shut up.

Miranda.

What's she doing here?

Let's go find out.

[Click.]

[Click.]

What's she waiting for?

She's an escort. Do the math.

Rose, there's no way she's waiting to do math.

Unless that's a client's fetish or something.

I'll just forget I said that.

We need to figure out who paid Vanessa... to pose with Tizzard.

[Click, click, click, click.]

This is hot.

[Rose laughs.]

I meant, like, her the shade of her lipstick.

I think she's an autumn.

It's okay. I won't tell Tinny.

I don't think Tinny would care. You can tell away.

This is a bit of a confusing time for all of us.

Yes b'y.

[Click, click.]

I know that guy from somewhere.

We're not the only ones taking pictures.

Rose: Who is it?

It's Finn.

Rose: Oh Finn.

Finn: All right.

Well, well, well.

What do you know?

Can I help you?

Aren't you some kind of fugitive?

I guess this is you... hiding in plain sight.

Turned myself in.

Had a great lawyer.

At the end of the day, they wanted Saul.

This is my bar now.

Miranda?

What are you doing here?

Herself and her arse lawyer over there... are trying to pressure me into selling my bar.

Just trying to do some business.

All on the up and up.

Your broke out all the windows in the back of my bar.

You smashed up my car and you're guy...

came over this morning threatening even worse.

You need to go to the cops.

Alisha: Do it.

It's all hearsay anyway.

What do you want with Miranda's bar?

Just expanding my interests.

And if you want to help your friend... tell her to sell.

I would burn that bar to the ground.

Instead of ever selling to the likes of you.

Suit yourself.

I will.

I see you're making new friends with the Chevaliers now.

Is this how you spend your last forty eight hours of freedom?

You're a strange man.

We'll show ourselves out.

See ya.

B'ys.

Pickard: We've reviewed the report together.

Is there anything you'd like to add before we make a decision on this case?

I'd like to say that I'm...

I'm sorry... it's okay. Take your time.

You know what? No. No I'm not sorry.

Because I've done nothing wrong.

Despite what that report says.

Bennett, I'd stop right there.

No. Jake Doyle is innocent.

I followed my intuition. And tried to prove it.

I did my job.

The only apology I owe is to Jake Doyle and his family... for not finding the evidence he needed.

Thank you, Sergeant Bennet.

We will notify you as to a final decision on this matter.

Oh. Rose.

Sorry.

I'd love to chat. But, you know, the early worm and all that.

Hello Finn.

Oh. Young Courtney.

So... Why were you taking pictures of Vanessa with that man in a suit?

You look like a dirty old man there, Finnster.

Me and Vanessa works for an escort service.

Oh wow. Do you get to wear a dress and all that?

No, I just picks up the cash, smart ass.

Anyway, this guy asked me to take photos of one of the escorts...

with Judge Tizzard.

And then this guy, Plaskett.

Thomas Plaskett. I knew I knew him.

Who is he?

He's a city planner.

We had dealings with him when we were doing work on the Duke.

Anyway, Plaskett has business at the Courthouse.

So I followed his from there.

And who paid you to do this?

I dunno. It was all done over the phone.

No meetings. All cash.

Hey! Speaking of cash.

You own me.

That money is long gone, man.

The economy, and all, you know.

Anyone else find it odd that Alisha managed to b*at all of her charges?

Her federal file is locked up so tight, I couldn't get any details.

Maybe she did a plea bargain in exchange for testimony against Saul.

I don't know.

But she seemed pretty cozy with all those Chevaliers there.

That's a scary alliance.

Well, someone paid Finn...

anonymously. To get pictures of Judge Tizzard... and Thomas Plaskett, city planner.

Jake: There's a connection there.

You stay on Finn.

[Phone rings.]

Well, well, well. To what do I owe this pleasure?

Alisha: You really should convince your friend Miranda to sell.

Sooner rather than later.

That sounds like a thr*at... if I ever heard one.

No one has to get hurt.

Tell her to sell.

Huh.

We gotta go see your ex-girlfriend.

Old Miranda.

Miranda's pretty stubborn.

She won't listen to anything we say.

She's gotta know what she's up against.

Alisha's working with the bikers.

She's gonna do whatever it takes to get Miranda to do what she wants.

Mal: Mayor budgell?

Well, well, look who it is.

The man who k*lled my predecessor, William Clarke.

It's...

Jack Doyle, right.

It's Jake.

Sorry. You're not gonna k*ll me over that, are ya?

You're the father. So you're the P.I's.

Mr. Mayor.

You know, Jack none of us like the Harbour fence.

But really, m*rder?

You couldn't just call in the open line show and complain.

Like everyone else?

My name is Jake.

You know what I wonder?

I wonder who's gonna protect the city from the... double parked cars and the spray painters... that are terrorizing the place once you're in the big house.

God help us, eh?

That's a good one.

Listen, Jack... you know, William Clarke was a sleveen.

Whether he deserves to be dead, I don't know.

But if you k*lled him...

we're all better off. In fact... we're better off with budgell.

He's a good mayor.

He's a tool.

Let's just go talk to your ex-girlfriend.

For once, I'm happy it's your ex girlfriend, and not mine.

Don't start.

Dad. We gotta talk to her before something bad happens.

[expl*si*n.]

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Are you ok?

Yeah.

Call an ambulance. Call the fire department.

Call everyone. I'm going in.

Be careful.

[expl*si*n.]

Jake!

I got her!

You'll be okay.

Thank you Mal, honey. You save my life.

Thank you Mal? What?

Leslie: We're talking to her now.

But Alisha's got an alibi.

She was nowhere near Miranda's bar.

That doesn't mean she didn't order the bombing.

Alisha was threatening Miranda.

She even called Jake before it blew with a last warning to sell.

That wouldn't make any sense.

Why would she call me if she was planning to blow the place up anyway?

Maybe she's playing you.

Maybe.

What are you doing?

You're letting Alisha go?

That's right.

We have your statement, Mr. Doyle.

So you and your son are also free to go.

Jake: You know. You should maybe... keep her around here for a bit until we figure this thing out.

We?

You're already going to prison, Jake.

Keep this up.

The old man will be joining you.

Got it?

This is unbelievable.

Just give me a second.

What game are you playing at here?

Is Miranda okay?

You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that you actually cared.

She'll live.

Did you do this?

There are things going on that you're unaware of.

You have problems of your own to deal with.

The Chevaliers.

There was a load of them at the bar.

Do you think they're connected to this?

Leslie: Don't know.

But they've been very active in the city lately.

Mal: Be great to get some intel from the inside on that front.

I know just the rat to talk to.

Some cocky on that side of the table, aren't ya?

But won't be long now.

A stay of execution, no thanks to you.

Oh, is that what this is?

You're still rotted about me taking out Brogan?

Him being the link to your freedom... that was just a bonus.

See, you know what I think?

The top brass of the Chevaliers ordered that hit.

I'm willing to bet your freedom... that they didn't even tell you why they wanted him dead.

You know what, man?

k*lling Brogan put me right at the top of the food chain in here.

At least the bikers trusted him with information.

I knows lots. Don't you worry about that.

Oh, you know lots?

Like what?

Brogan, Vic Saul they all started out on their own.

But they got swallowed up by the Chevaliers.

Everyone works for the bikers.

Everyone.

Even Alisha?

Someone go the hots for little Alisha, do they?

See. I know it.

They didn't trust you with sh*t.

Everything you just told me I already knew.

Yeah? Well, she's been with the Chevaliers the whole while.

Right from day one.

Dicky bird.

Is that right?

You're telling me I don't know nudding?

She took out Vic Saul for us.

And you know something?

Now that Damon Rhodes owns this town,

things are starting to look a lot better for yours truly.

Damon Rhodes?

You know what, Jake?

I don't even care that I just told you a bunch of stuff that I shouldn't be telling you.

Because the truth is... before not too long, you'll be back in here.

And you'll be scrubbing the floors,

cleaning the toilets when I tells you to.

So my advice?

Start preparing... to be my bitch.

Guard.

You need to lay low for a while.

Go into hiding?

I'm Miranda Cahill.

I've never run away from anything in my whole life.

[Coughing.]

Okay, I'll get her some water.

She's a wonderful woman, Mal.

Mal: Believe me.

I'm the lucky one.

You saved my life.

Well, technically, Jake was the one who saved my life.

You've always been there for me.

I don't know why I ever let you go.

Technically, I broke up with you.

Oh Mal.

Mal: [Muffled] Miranda! Okay!

Ahem.

Am I interrupting something?

Lars McGill.

Alisha's lawyer. Blackmail photos.

That's just rotten, Finn.

You again.

McGill was your client.

You lied to us.

Truth is in the eye of the beholder.

If you lied about that, then you lied about not having money to pay me for the work I did for you.

Man, I am broke.

If you don't pay me my money,

I'm gonna tell McGill.

I'm gonna tell the bikers.

I'm gonna tell everyone... you're working the cops.

You wouldn't do that.

My best friend's going to prison.

My girlfriend doesn't talk to me.

And I live in a supply closet above a bar.

What do you think?

Here. Look.

That's all I got left from the old pawn shop.

That's it.

Oh yeah?

Okay. Let's see.

Costume.

Good stuff.

What's that?

That's good stuff, man! That's good stuff.

Oh yeah? That's real.

No, that's not supposed to be in there.

That cost me more than everything I own!

Interest. Now get.

Get!

This job's changing me.

And I likes it.

Here you go.

Thank you very much.

This bar, you know. I've always liked it.

Its a great spot to get loaded in.

It's just the old management that I had a serious problem with.

What do you want?

You've been working with the Chevalier bikers... this entire time.

I'm asking you nicely... to leave me alone. And stay out of it.

What I can't figure out is why you're blackmailing Tizzard.

Why is that?

I gotta say. If I was looking at a lifetime in prison with only two days of freedom left...

Who's this dicksmack?

Sticking my face in a bunch of business where it doesn't belong.

Not how I'd like to spend my time.

Something wrong with him, I think.

In the head.

Damon Rhodes.

You're Damon Rhodes?

Of course.

And you. I remember you.

I busted him years back for, what was it?

Dealing oxy.

We've been watching you for a while.

[Laughing.] You think you meant for that to come across as creepy as it sounded?

You've been busy.

So have you two.

What were you doing in my trial...

exactly?

Special interest in law and order.

They're the fellas who blew up Miranda's bar.

This is solid TV, if you ask me.

The production value isn't great.

But we'll live.

Rhodes: I'm guessing you want your freedom more than anything.

Rodney: We got this from Brogan's guy.

What are you doing?

Making Jake an offer.

What kind of offer?

What you did in your short time in prison is impressive.

Exposing two different drug distribution systems while dealing with Brogan and the rival gangs who all wanted you dead.

It's always nice to meet a fan. But... what do you want?

Put your skills to work for me.

On the inside for three years.

At which time... I will give you that footage. And you will be a free man.

Are you out of your mind?

And after you get out... I'll present you with another offer. One that will make you a very rich man.

Allow me to counter... oof!

[Bang.]

[Crash.]

Nope.

Just leave, Jake. Go.

I want that video.

It's time you start caring about what I want.

[Punch.]

Aggh!

Alisha: Rhodes!

Don't be stupid.

Just a nick.

If you don't take the offer... the next one will be much deeper. I promise you.

So take a couple of hours to think about it.

And it's yes or no.

If it's no, you die.

Just so you're clear about that.

Get him out of here.

You're gonna wish that you just k*lled me.

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This is bad.

You know this isn't good enough.

You need to go to an actual hospital.

Because the wound is deep. And there's still some glass in it.

So you need to go to a hospital.

Yeah.

If I go to a hospital... they're gonna make me file a report with the cops.

Which means I'll lose my last few minutes of freedom. So... forget about it.

I can't believe you're going away.

Ah! Nik...

Nik!

Gut wound.

sh*t! Sorry.

Look. This is putting you in a tough spot. I get that.

I know that you did not k*ll Clarke.

The man was scum.

David prosecuted him on fraud charges.

So I know first hand.

I'm not gonna drag you down with me. So go.

Please.

Gut wound.

Sorry.

Just try to take care of yourself. Okay?

Mal: Rhodes. The head of the Chevaliers... has the video footage proving your innocence.

And it's yours after three years if you work for him in prison.

Which obviously I'm never gonna do.

Which is why we need to focus all of our energy in getting hold of it.

Jake: The Chevalier are involved in everything in this town.

They're blackmailing Tizzard.

They blew up Miranda's bar.

They got rid of Saul.

They put Alisha in power.

I mean, their leader he controls everything.

What do we got on him anyway?

Des: Other than the fact that he's the head of the largest and most dangerous biker g*ng in the whole country?

And rumour has it, he got there by knocking off the old guard.

Our next move?

I dunno.

Maybe Walter and I should talk to Tizzard.

Explain to him that the bikers are behind this whole thing.

And maybe we can go from there.

I better check in on Miranda.

No one's safe in this mess.

Or...

Rose. You could go.

Na-ahh. We're going together.

And if she touches you again... she's gonna wish the bikers got to her first.

[Message sound.]

Tizzard: So I'm being blackmailed by the Chevaliers...

who are taking over the city.

And they're leader, Damon Rhodes has video proving your innocence?

Have you seen this footage?

Well, no.

No, because this is a crazy made up story.

No, no. No. It's not. Okay...

Listen to me.

This is much bigger than me. Okay, Judge...

you gotta have the cops do a full blitz on the Chevaliers and Rhodes.

And it's gotta happen right away.

Is he acting weird? Why are you acting so weird?

I am not acting anything.

What's in here?

Jake Doyle gets life in prison with no parole and sent to Mill Haven.

Millhaven?

That place is chock full of bikers.

Jake: That's where they wanted me to work for them.

This is why you're being blackmailed.

Tizzard: Jake. Listen.

They came to my house last night.

And they threatened to k*ll me.

So?

Have them arrested. You're a judge.

And then what?

I mean, they're just pawns. There are a thousand more in Rhodes' army.

Okay, well. You gotta work with me.

We'll take down Rhodes together.

No.

No. It cannot be done.

I'm calling for a mistrial.

You're clearly compromised here.

No... that trial is over.

The jury decided your case.

It's your word against mine.

I'm sorry there's not some other way.

But there is another way.

And Jake, I'm gonna have to revoke your bail.

Jake.

Bailiff!

Run.

Bailiff!

Go now!

Go!

Run!

Miranda?

Where are you going?

McGill and a couple of his biker pals paid me another visit.

I can't b*at 'em.

It's over, Mal.

I'm gonna sell them whatever's left of my bar.

You can't do that.

I'm not the only one.

Four or five bar owners on George are selling.

I guess they got the message when they saw my place in flames.

You see what they're doing?

They're setting up shop. It's a front for dr*gs and racketeering and God knows what else.

Mal: You can't just give up.

That's not the Miranda Cahill I know.

I've been in this business for over thirty years. I thought I'd seen...

everything. But those Chevaliers.

They're here to stay. This town is done.

Anyway. Thanks for everything, Mal.

Ahem.

Rose.

Miranda.

I can't help it if I'm irresistible.

Oh, please.

[Phone rings.]

Son?

That didn't go very well.

The Chevaliers got to Tizzard.

And apparently, I'm a fugitive.

Where are you? I'll meet you.

No, it's too dangerous.

I'll meet you.

Text me a location.

Alright. Fine, dad. Thanks.

Here's the ruling.

I need you to review it and sign it.

Let's just dispense with the dramatics.

Tell me how many ranks I'm dropping.

Or how much paid leave I need to take.

You were warned.

I'm afraid you're fired.

Fired?

The good new is, there won't be any criminal charges laid.

I'll give you the courtesy of cleaning out your own desk.

Inspector.

Oh, by the way.

I know this isn't a good time.

But there's been a bench warrant issued for your boyfriend, Jake Doyle.

Do yourselves both a favour.

Have him turn himself in.

End this.

Dad.

Dad, look out!

Jake!

Get outta here!

[cr*ck.]

Come on!

[expl*si*n.]

[Coughing.]

There goes your truck.

You okay?

I'm fine.

[Phone rings.]

What?

Rhodes: Talking to the judge. Not smart.

Consider that a warning. And I need your answer now on my offer.

Yeah, well... there's no way I'm working for you.

Then I gotta take out you... and your whole family.

Rhodes is coming for us all.

Des, what's going on?

Sign on the door says closed for Bar Mitzvah.

It was super slow. So, I closed everything.

I'm really glad that you've reached out.

And I know everything has been so crazy lately.

That's what I wanna talk about.

I wanna say I'm sorry that I've been so cold to you lately.

It's okay, Tinny.

No it's not.

I really care about you, Des.

Good.

I'm happy to hear you say that.

I'm not sure that this is what I want.

Even before all this madness with Jake.

I've been trying to sort me and you out.

So, sort it.

You either love me... or you don't.

I do love you.

I just don't feel like it's enough.

Enough for what?

So what are you saying?

Are you breaking up with me?

Yeah.

I think I am.

I'm sorry.

We have a biker g*ng after us?

Yeah. I'm afraid so, dear.

See, this is the reason that Tinny should go away with me.

And the fact that she's done with Des,

[door opening sound.]

There's somebody in this house.

Hey.

Ahhh!

Just us.

Jake.

I'm so sorry. I can't believe you're going to prison.

It's okay.

Where's Des and Tinny?

Tinny said she was meeting Des at the Duke.

That's not good.

Let's go.

Wait for us.

♪

Closed.

Broken heart.

Well, isn't that unfortunate?

Damon Rhodes. What are you doing here?

I need you to deliver a message to Jake for me.

What's that?

[Whack.]

Ugh!

Ah!

[Punch.]

Aahh!

Arrgh!

[Crash]

[Whack.]

[Whack.]

Ahh.

Yeah. I think Jake will get the message loud and clear.

[Bang.]

♪

Jake: Des!

Des?

Is he ?

He's alive.

I'm gonna call an ambulance.

Here, take that.

Des, it's okay.

It's okay. We're here.

Look what they did to him.

Okay.

Did you boss, Rhodes do this?

Rhodes is not my boss anymore.

Liar.

I swear I don't know anything about this.

Rose.

Just let her talk.

I just... I came to warn you guys.

Rhodes is gonna k*ll your family, Jake.

He's coming for you. We need to work together.

Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

Rose: Get outta here.

Before I really lose my temper.

I'd do what she says,

if I were you.

Yeah, okay.

The ambulance is on its way.

Dad... maybe I should do whatever it is that he wants.

Maybe then he'll leave you alone.

I raised you better than that. So that's out.

But we have to act. Now.

I have a feeling the subtle approach is not gonna work.

Great. I know where this is going.

I'm not sure we have any other choice.

He's coming around.

Des.

Hey.

Mal: Des?

Des...

We're gonna find the fellas who did this to you.

And they're gonna pay.

I swear to God... they're gonna pay.

Jake, you can't put yourself at risk.

Shhh. Don't worry.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Kathleen: Don't be stupid. You can't go after these guys.

Dad we can't have you going to jail too.

No one's going to jail.

Well, except Jake.

It's loaded.

Dad, this is crazy.

Please.

Honey, don't worry. This is for show.

We're just gonna get their attention.

Then we talk.

Jake yeah.

We'll take care of this.

You guys just make sure Des is okay.

[Bang.]

[Bang.]

[Whack.]

Arggh!

[Whack]

[Whack.]

[Whack]

Arrgh!

[Whack.]

[Whack]

I should k*ll you right here for what you did to Des.

You're not a k*ller, Jake.

I have video to prove it.

Oh, well, you know. I'm gonna go away for m*rder.

I might as well make it count.

You're never getting that video.

Jake Doyle!

Freeze.

Back off, Jake!

Rhodes: Don't worry Jake.

I'll take good care of your family... while you're on the inside.

Mal: Sorry son.

I thought we had a chance.

At least this way we'll be able to share a cell together.

♪

Oh my God, Des!

Shhhh. Quiet! This is a hospital zone.

I'll give you guys a minute.

Des.

I'm so sorry.

Tinny, it's okay.

All that stuff I said earlier...

It's fine.

Could you just hold my hand?

I sure need a friend right now.

Renee.

Give us a minute?

Mal, what's going on?

We were desperate.

We busted into Rhodes' place to see if we could take him off guard.

He has the footage that would prove Jake's innocence.

He does?

I take it you couldn't convince him.

Afraid not.

And what about you?

I don't know why... but it looks like Rhodes is not pressing charges against me.

Leslie?

I got fired today.

I'm sorry, love.

That's not why I'm upset.

I gotta tell Jake.

What is it?

Leslie? You can tell me anything.

I'm pregnant.

I'm carrying your son's child.

That's wonderful.

This isn't fair. This is not fair.

You two never had an opportunity to...

Does Jake know?

Don't tell him. Please.

I gotta be the one.

I gotta look him in the eye and tell him.

Of course.

I don't know what to say.

I'm always here for you. I always will be.

You tore up the Chevaliers; Bar?

Yeah.

What are you doing?

The right thing.

No, no, no, no.

No Leslie.

I can't let you do this.

Listen to me, Jake Doyle.

There's no way in hell I'm letting you go to prison for a m*rder you didn't commit.

So shut up and let's go.

Hood.

Here.

Take my cruiser.

Jake: Hood. Buddy.

I don't know what to say.

Just shut up and punch me in the face, okay?

It'll save my job. So do it.

This is actually the one time... that I don't want to punch you in the face.

Let me help you, Doyle.

You're the biggest jerk I ever met.

You're an arrogant, loud, obnoxious, narcissistic...

[punch.]

Ugh!

Thanks Hood.

See ya, Hood, pally.

So, Damon Rhodes has proof of your innocence.

Yeah, I think so.

But I don't know how the hell we're gonna get it.

Especially with both sides of the law after us.

And we don't know who to trust either.

Because we don't know who else is in Damon Rhodes's back pocket.

Looks like it's just you and me.

We can do this.

I know we can.

I just hope there's no more surprises.

♪

Announcer: Next on Republic of Doyle...

Accused of m*rder.

This is your smoking g*n?

Why were you in her house?

Because she hired us.

Do you have proof of that?

No.

Announcer: He's innocent, isn't he?

What do you know that you're not telling me?

Announcer: Republic of Doyle, next on CBC.