Announcer: Previously, on Republic of Doyle:
Sloan: Are we good?
I think we're good.
Internal Affairs. They could bury you.
It's because of me, isn't it?
Conflict of interest.
Tampering with a murder case.
Why didn't you tell me you were being investigated?
It's not your fault. I answered all their questions.
It'll all go away now.
Hood: I told you these guys meant business.
Jimmy: Jake Doyle? I don't believe it!
[Crash.]
[Car honking.]
Would you stop barmping the friggin' horn.
I'm not barmping at you.
I'm barmping at that.
Way to keep a low profile.
You think you could find a bigger camera, or what?
No. I couldn't, actually.
We all just want a safe working environment Jake.
It's ironic.
Seeing how you usually make ours a lot more dangerous.
It's not my fault that I often find myself
in volatile situation that just I happen to be ill prepared for.
Just try to being you, and I'm sure you'll be fine.
See? You see?
Right there. That's a grievable statement.
I just might put pen to paper on that one.
Frank Simon: Stay strong, brothers and sisters.
We've held out for two weeks.
We could hold out for two months, if necessary.
Frank Simon. Union boss.
Maybe he'll let you join local one five one.
You know, his men seem to really love him.
And respect him.
And that's a very important leadership skill.
You know... he inspires loyalty amongst the troops.
He values their voice, fostering respect.
What are we gonna do if the scabs show up?
Here we go.
There's going in the drink!
Crowd: Scabs!
Scabs!
Des: Temp workers. What are we gonna do?
If this gets out of control?
We do what we were hired to do.
We provide security.
There's two of us.
And there's like, a lot of them.
I mean, who hired us anyway?
Seaway Global Shipping.
The man?
Management? Suits? Does that make us scabs?
'Cause I'm not comfortable with that.
Scabs!
Des.
What is this?
[Crash.]
Did you get the plates?
I'm not sure. What was that?
I don't know. But this is a powder keg about to go off.
[Shouting.]
Call the cops!
B'ys! Stop! Whatever it is you're about to do.
Jimmy: Let me go! Let me go!
I'm just trying to make a living here! Somebody help!
No one's gonna help you, scab!
Wolf?
Must have me confused with someone else, pally.
Jimmy. What the hell is going on?
Doyle! Do something, b'y.
What is this?
This is a message.
These scabs won't think twice before they cross our picket line again.
[Splash.]
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Jake: First of all,
I wanna point out that you are here against my will.
I'm really happy to see the both of you.
Second of all,
my life is complicated enough right now.
Believe me.
Jimmy: I need your help.
And when I say I need your help,
you guys, you know...
need to help me.
Jimmy. Maybe you can provide us
with a little information as to what you fellas need.
Okay. I am deep undercover as a temp worker.
Scab.
Totally.
Jimmy: And Wolf here was supposed...
to be pretending to be a union douche.
Turns out, he's just a douche.
Wolf: You were asking for a...
shit knocking, Jimmy.
Crossing the picket line with that smile on your face.
How can I be a temp worker... if I don't cross a line?
I'm trying to get Intel on a gun shipment.
And you work for me, remember?
This operation is my command.
I am the decisioner.
Jimmy, calm down.
Mal: Somebody's bringing in guns.
Who?
A bit grabby, b'y.
We're looking at Frank Simon. Union boss.
He knows everything that goes in an out of those ports.
You think he's in on it?
Or he's the one that sent our division this letter.
It says...
there's a major shipment of guns coming in tomorrow.
You got a whistle blower.
Jimmy: An anonymous whistle blower.
And the letter also requested a meeting last night.
I went.
But whoever wrote that didn't show up.
Jake: None of this...
is our problem.
No, no.
I need to retain your services.
That's an order.
What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with me?
I just swallowed toxic slime from your stupid Harbour.
Thanks to great Big Wolf over here.
That's what's wrong.
Now look.
We can't shut the port down.
Or we'll scare the gun dealer away.
Which means we have to catch them red handed.
So everybody shut your stupid mouths. And follow me.
Except for you. You go back to the picket line.
And keep your eye on your buddy...
Frank Simon.
You don't have to take any of this from him.
If he keeps up this attitude, I'm gonna flick him back in the Harbour from here.
Okay.
What do you think?
I don't think we have much choice.
You stay with him.
Des and I will do what we can here.
I got a line on that mini van that was at the scene.
We'll follow up.
What do you think you're doing?
You're pretend mommy let me in.
She seems nice.
You've moved up in the world.
Okay, you can't be here.
Sloan.
You owe me, remember?
Pam, you and I are
the past. Any debt you think I owe you
is in your head.
Anyway, it's so cools to see you.
Pam and I used to be in the group home together.
Yeah. We met.
I was away for a while.
But I'm home for good now.
Isn't that great, Sloan?
It's beautiful.
Rose: I was just about to make some lunch.
Why doesn't your friend stick around.
She probably has a lot of...
she's busy.
Oh no. I can always make time for an old bestie, right.
Rose: Great.
You guys go on upstairs.
And I'll call ya when lunch is ready.
Pam Daniels?
Under the B, fourteen. B fourteen. She's all coming up BS today, lords and ladies.
B fourteen.
Bingo Hall.
You're supposed to meet your informant at a Bingo Hall?
The informant's instructions: Sit at table nine and I will find you.
So, we go to table nine. Hope he shows up.
Good plan.
Listen, am I getting paid for this little gig?
Because I kinda need the money.
We'll discuss payment after you deliver something useful.
Why'd you kill the old Mayor?
I didn't kill anyone. I'm innocent.
That's original. I never heard a murderer say that before.
You know you're still wearing your scab temp I.D. badge.
We're in a union hall.
Are you trying to start a riot or what?
This crowd? In a riot? Hahaha!
I think we're fine.
G forty seven. Gee whiz.
That's the year I was born. It's a good number.
G forty seven. Mark 'er down.
And under the O. Under the O. Sixty four. Oh no. Now I'm sixty four.
What are you looking at?
Jake: Just pretend he's not here.
Okay, sir. I'm really sorry.
What are you doing?
No time for me to explain my methods.
Are you whistle blowing?
Arrgh!
Mr. Doyle.
Jake.
You mind keeping 'er down to a dull roar.
This is a serious game we got going on here, you know.
Thanks, Finn.
What kinky kinda stuff are you into? Pervert.
I'm not interested in any of your sex games.
I'm old enough to be your Uncle.
Excuse me. Do I look lie a pervert to you?
Don't answer that.
Seriously, do I look like a pervert?
Scab.
Buddy's a scab.
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no. Okay everybody.
Listen, I'm a Federal Cop.
And you are all obstructing a major investigation.
Jake: There's no badge on that little chain of yours.
Because I'm undercover.
Not anymore you're not.
Okay now, b'ys. Unless you're calling bingo,
you're out of order down there.
Jimmy: Hahaha.
My whistleblower sent that.
Some kind of message.
Look at the arrows. They're all pointing.
It's a series of numbers.
Seven forty four two thirty three.
Plane number? Case file? Phone number?
Or, as we're looking into a missing shipment of guns.
An I.D. for a container with a bunch of weapons.
Look, let's just head down to the sea way and see if we can...
shut up.
Don't be so cocky.
Des: Okay, it is a container I.D. but I accessed
Seaway Global's logistic software.
And it looks like the container is gone.
Or lost in the manifest.
Jimmy: How does a container just disappear?
I don't know. Someone's tampering with the software.
Well tamper back!
I am. Oh wait.
I found the container. It's in the yard, but whoever's hiding it...
they did a pretty good job.
Find out who and hurry please.
Okay. Maybe if I do a search...
of the history of every one of Seaway Global's authorized users.
Can you do that?
Without a lead?
It could take days.
We don't have days, Des.
Look. We're gonna need another way to find that container.
So, figure it out.
Is that the minivan that crossed the picket line this morning?
Your photo got us a plate.
The minivan is registered to Seaway Global Shipping.
It's a corporate vehicle?
Yeah, but nobody signed it out.
They didn't even know it was gone until I phoned them.
I got a call from Tinny
she said that the cops got a few complaints
about a green minivan driving erratically in a neighbourhood not far from the port.
Anybody I. D. the driver?
A male. Early thirties. Medium height and build.
That narrows it down to about half the men in the city.
Let's go check out that neighbourhood.
Come here, you tool.
This is it.
Somebody already broke in.
The guns are gone.
We missed it Jake. It's over.
The guns are gone. I'm ruined.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Didn't your informant say that the shipment of guns was due tomorrow, right?
Maybe we were led to these phones as a clue.
Phones? Nobody cares about burner phones.
This is about guns. Guns are not phones.
Somebody has the power to remove a shipment from the manifest.
So maybe whoever stole these phones is the gun dealer.
We could have been led to this container for a reason.
Okay, that makes sense.
For now.
Hey.
You two can't be back here.
Yeah, I'm working dock, security.
You're a long ways from the picket line.
Fair enough.
Most of the phones that were in this container have been stolen.
Shit. I do my best to stay on top of that.
Can't be everywhere at once.
How'd you know that, anyway?
Any chance you played bingo last night?
You play bingo? Table nine.
Bingo. Do you play it?
Is he okay?
Not in any sense, no.
If you're trying to reach out, we can protect you.
If you whistle blow.
Are you whistle blowing? You can whistle blow.
It's okay.
If you don't get the hell off a my yard, you'll be sorry.
Okay. But if I find out you're a part of this, we're gonna nail you.
Trust me.
He came looking for these phones.
Do you think he's in on it?
I don't know. He seemed pretty pissed that that the phones were stolen.
We'll leave Frank out of this for now.
Go at it from another angle.
Another angle. Like following up on stolen phones.
Yeah. Who do you like in this town when it comes to fencing stolen burners.
I got a guy. But when you meet him, be cool. Alright?
He and me, we got a bit of a history.
Well, history is meant to be broken.
Let's go meet this man.
You sure this was the neighbourhood where the green minivan was spotted?
Yes, I'm positive.
Very positive.
Matches the plate.
Any damage?
Dunno.
We're gonna need to report this to the police.
Blood?
Dried. On the handle.
And I can see some on the steering wheel.
What does this mean?
That whoever we're looking for could be mixed up in something dangerous.
The Tely Ten.
That's from the road race they do every summer.
I tried to run it last year.
But Jake hauled me out halfway through to work a case.
That number should link to the name of a runner.
Maybe it fell off our driver's shoe.
I'll call the race organizers.
Rose: Pam Daniels.
She's nineteen.
Sloan has an older sister?
Half sister.
She didn't want me to know that they were related.
Hang up.
She seemed pretty upset to see her.
And Jake, this Pam has a criminal record.
Three counts of identity theft.
Oh man.
Get off the phone.
Keep me posted. I gotta go.
I'm gonna kill you.
Why am I not surprised that your kid is a degenerate?
If you're trying to get me to stick your
nose straight up your arse, then keep it up.
Who is this Saul guy?
Mind your own business and follow my lead.
If we can tie Saul to the phones, then we know we're on to something.
But I got a feeling he's not gonna admit to doing anything wrong.
Surprised to see you, Jake.
Pleasantly surprised.
It's nice to see you too.
What happened?
You miss running jobs for me and Saul?
Jimmy: What do you mean, jobs?
Are you saying he was involved in criminal activity with you?
We need to see him.
He's aware.
Whatever you're doing...
I better be happy with the result.
Just let me do the talking.
So shut up.
Saul.
You think you can just show up any time you want, huh?
Listen, this is my...
client.
Yeah, my client. He's looking for a missing shipment of cell phones.
And we thought...
maybe you might have a line on where we could find them.
Cell phones disappear, Jake. What do you want me to do about it?
I'm prepared to buy them back from you.
Assuming, that is, you have them.
Which we freaking well know you do.
You know, I know every importer in town.
And your red headed puissant friend is not one of them.
So whatever you're playing at, Jake. Be careful.
Risky.
Bringing a cop to see Saul?
What gave me away?
I'm pretty cop-rugged, huh?
Yeah, I know.
It's hard to believe I could be anything but the law.
I get what you're saying. When I was eleven...
Okay okay...
he has those phones.
Use the information wisely.
Please.
Thank you.
Jimmy: Why do I get the feeling
you two you and the hot girl,
have some kind of thing?
Jake: There is no thing.
I can't believe you would do something like that to Leslie.
And it's clear.
This Alisha girl has gotten you into some criminal activity.
I'm surprised at you.
She's playing us. That's all.
I'm putting my trust in you, Jake.
Please don't let me down.
The Union boss.
Jake: Frank Simon is meeting with Saul.
I asked Wolf to plant bugs in Frank's car.
And his house.
It's not by the book. But...
it might give us a little bit of an edge.
I wanna tie Frank to those phones.
And force him to roll on Saul.
How?
Yup.
Jake: Jimmy!
Jimmy! Look out!
Arrgh!
Jake: Are you okay there, buddy?
I just got hit by the back of a truck.
That then ran over my face!
How do you think I am?
I don't think you want me to answer that question.
I need help.
Jake, please help me.
Don't leave me!
This is broken.
I need a doctor.
So you got the bug planted in Frank's truck?
Nice job.
Yup.
Vic: [On recording] It's good do business with you.
Frank: We're not in business together.
I warned you about this stuff.
Vic: Just take the money. And keep quiet.
This proves it.
Saul is using the Union boss, Frank, to lose shipments.
But we still can't tie Frank to the stolen phones, tool.
But the bug proves that he's taking Saul's money.
No, no.
What the Union boys said today, when Frank found out Saul jacked those phones,
he threatened to turn him in.
So the money is a payoff.
It's all going for strike pay.
So Frank can keep food on the tables of the stevedores.
Jake: So buddy's on the take.
But he's on the take for all the right reasons.
Des: Complicated man.
He seems like a good guy to me.
Plus, he's championing demands for increased security down at the ports.
Is part of the latest strike negotiations. And last night...
he even ran a bingo game.
That's a good boss.
Jimmy: Frank was at bingo.
The night I was supposed to meet my whistle blower.
We gotta get Frank into protection.
Jake: You feel like Jimmy's not telling us everything?
Yeah. He pulled me off a job we were doing in Ireland too.
He's acting a little more Jimmy-y than usual
Wolf: The only thing I can figure is
he's under a lot of pressure to bag this gun dealer.
Boys, we got trouble.
Jake: Is he alive, or what?
Unconscious.
Check it.
Sure. I'm unarmed. But I'll check it.
That's Frank. And...
I'm pretty sure he's dead.
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Jimmy: Headache?
I get those too.
People can be so annoying.
It's nice to see you. You look super pretty.
Look, I'm a Union man myself.
I don't hurt Union men.
Frank's strike was disrupting your smuggling business.
You might have fooled Alisha, but not me.
I knew you were a cop the second I laid eyes on you.
Frank put us onto you.
To blow the whistle on your gun business.
I don't see how.
I'm not in the gun business.
Somebody set me up.
Yeah, who?
I've made enemies. Some you might even know.
Look, forty people in
my bar saw me when Frank was murdered.
So I hope, for you sake, you got another card to play.
'Cause I got a whole hand load.
Tell me where the guns are.
Or I'm gonna lose my temper.
Des: So I compared that hand written letter
from the whistle blower with some notes that we found in Frank's truck.
Let me guess.
It wasn't a match.
Yeah. The stroke pressure is completely different.
So Frank's not the whistleblower, then why was he killed?
Tell me where the guns are!
Jake: Hey!
Leslie: Jimmy!
[Bang.]
You okay?
Yeah. I'm fine.
Saul's lawyers are on their way.
Jimmy. His alibi checks out. We can't hold him for now.
Sit down.
Did you just cuff me?
Frank isn't our whistle blower.
So we got nothing on Saul.
I'm really out on a limb, Jake.
I need results. I really do.
My career. Other people's lives are at stake.
And it's all on me.
What is?
Come clean with me. Tell me what's going on. Please.
Okay. I was sent to South Africa to stop a shipment of guns.
But I screwed it up.
My informant double crossed me. And the guns went out.
The same shipment that due to land here today?
I'm responsible for an armoury of weapons...
that'll end up on the street killing people.
I guess the pressure's just getting to me.
That is actually pretty bad.
Me and the guys, we are a highly elite team of well trained professionals.
Yeah. So you keep proving to me over and over again.
The boss is gonna fire me.
I can't lose my job, Jake.
Alright. Wait here.
If Saul's involved in this, we have to take him down.
So I can redeem myself.
Wait a minute. Where do you think you're going?
You can't go!
Don't leave me Jake.
Jake!
Oh! I'm so sorry.
Here. Let me help you with that.
So sorry.
Again.
Ah, you're quick. I'll give you that.
Open your hand.
Open it.
Okay Rose. This is getting creepy.
Why are you following me?
Because you're pulling
an identity theft scam with your half sister.
What?
Pam.
You know, the lovely girl you told me you met in the group home.
Okay. Look. I know we haven't always seen eye to eye.
But you have to trust me when I say...
if I don't do what Pam wants, there will be serious consequences.
What kind of consequences?
She wasn't exactly a caring big sister.
She's the one who taught me how to steal.
And basically abandoned me for years at a time.
I know you've had a hard life, Sloan.
But you gotta see where I'm coming from.
I don't trust anything that you say or do?
Why would I?
Yeah. Why would I?
Saul. Wait.
I don't want to be in this with you, trust me.
Well, somebody's trying to frame me for Frank's murder.
And all this gun business.
I'm here to tell you...
that it isn't me.
Well you get me out of whatever this is.
Or else.
Oh and Jake. A word of warning for old time's sake.
People on the buying end of this gun business...
tend to make me look like Mother Theresa.
This is the last time.
You can't hold the past over me any more.
Sloan. Your past is who you are.
You have no idea who I am.
I raised you, remember?
If you wanna call it that.
We're done.
I'm serious. I don't want my cut on this. It's over.
Now that you've found your real family?
What kind of con are you running on those people?
No con.
Which means that you've been conning yourself.
Otto Brewer: Yeah. I ran this race last year.
Didn't realize I still had the tag on.
So you work security for Seaway.
So do we, contract, anyway.
Do you mind explaining why you blew through the strike barrier?
Sorry about that.
I didn't hurt anyone, did I?
No, but we found blood in the car.
The strike has been hard on my job.
One of the picketers tried to slash my tires
when they were holding me on the line.
I got out. He swiped at me, so I barreled out of the there.
We should notify the police.
I don't wanna press charges or anything.
I mean, I'm okay now.
You were attacked at knifepoint.
Are you sure about that?
Positive.
Thanks for checking up on me, guys.
Okay. I was watching the picket line.
There's no way I would have missed a stabbing.
There's no way he told us the whole story.
This has to be connected to Jimmy's case in some way.
I need to talk to someone.
Okay.
What's going on?
I have something to confess. But you can't tell Jake.
Oh there's the traitor.
I went back for you, Jimmy. But you were already gone.
Oh, because I remembered, I have handcuff keys.
Unfortunately for the rest of us.
So, are we good here now, or...
No. No. I'm trying to explain the importance of this mission
to Mr. Wolf.
But suddenly, he's not a team player.
Because Jimmy, I checked.
They don't know we're here.
Nobody knows we're here. Why is that?
Because.
Because wait. You didn't tell them where we were, did you?
Not yet.
Good. Good.
The guns in Africa...
went missing.
So I tracked them here.
Then I needed your help. And...
You pulled me off
a job in Ireland without getting clearance.
Have you lost your mind, Jim?
The Office doesn't know what happened in South Africa.
How is that even possible?
I fudged a few details.
Technically, people still think I'm there.
You're not there, Jimmy. You're here.
Yeah. I realize that.
So where does the Office think I am?
Ireland?
This place is very similar. So it's barely a lie.
Jimmy!
Ow!
Do I need to be here for this little domestic...
Guys, listen.
I needed your help cleaning up my mess.
I don't wanna lose my job.
Being a cop is all I have.
I'm gonna do some Valium.
And if we get the guns now, that's all anybody'll care about, right?
We'll be heroes.
Jake: I can't believe I'm actually gonna say this,
Jimmy's right.
The stakes are too high. We gotta finish this thing.
[Message sound]
Our whistle blower's in trouble.
When the whistle blower's letter came in,
I knew it was my chance to make things right.
Okay. If no one knows you're here, how'd you get it?
It came to our division. I got word. I diverted it.
How?
Doesn't matter.
Yes it does.
No, what matters is...
we got the whistle blower. And now we're gonna make things right.
I'm seriously thinking about shooting you in the testes.
Just to make sure you don't pass on your genes to some poor unfortunately offspring.
Don't mind him.
I don't think I'm the one who needs to worry.
Ow.
Whoa, whoa.
Easy now.
Wolf.
Whoa! Hey!
Don't move!
[Bang]
I got him.
This is Federal Agent Jimmy O'Rourke.
You are safe now. I am here to protect you.
Alisha.
Hey baby.
♪
Wolf can catch the guy who put a gun to your head.
So why come forward now?
I want to help.
You want to help?
Is that so?
Saul's been taking bigger and bigger risks.
I don't want to go down because of his recklsness.
So you blew the whistle.
When you came at him after I vouched for you...
he knew there was a rat. He tried to kill me.
So you contacted me for protection.
Don't you worry. I'll protect you.
Alisha: Saul doesn't exactly take kindly
to people who stab him in the back.
Not on my watch. Don't you worry.
Alright. This is Saul's inside man, who's paid to lose shipments.
This is Otto Brewer. He's a Seaway Security Guard.
You know him?
Alisha: He works for Saul.
He hasn't been trusting me lately.
Mal: Otto was driving the car that blew through
the picket line.
Then lied to us about why.
I matched his employee login with whoever was tampering with Seaway's manifest.
Jimmy: You'll wear a wire.
We'll get this man to tell me the location of Saul's guns.
Alisha: I'm burned.
Otto might know.
That's pretty convenient.
Like I say don't you worry. I'll protect you.
I need a drink. My nerves are getting the best of me.
Do you mind?
Don't try anything stupid.
Sure. Have a drink.
Sit down.
Jimmy: Doyle.
You're acting all jealousy with her.
It's clear your annoyed at the chemistry with have.
Not you and me. But her and me.
Yeah, that's it Jim.
Hello there.
What's wrong, Jakie? Always so serious.
Turning over a new leaf, are we?
A girl needs to change her profession every now and then.
You can't figure out what I'm up to and it's driving you nuts.
I know you're playing at something.
I thought you were big boy smart.
I guess I had you wrong.
Obviously you want Saul to go down for all this.
I just can't figure out how this particular play is helping you.
It's helping you.
I can tell you and your friends need a hand.
You oughta trust people more.
Jimmy: Let's go. Now.
Leslie: I warned the woman...
who's I.D. Sloan stole in time for her to take steps to protect herself.
Good.
Thank you.
You still adamant about not telling me the name of your accomplice?
I can't.
You know we have to formally charge you.
Yes. And...
I wanna confess to stealing the Doyle's money.
On the record. I did it.
Tinny: You can't do that, Sloan.
Jake'll flip.
And it'll ruin your life.
I have to.
I can't get their cash back. This is the only way.
Leslie.
You okay?
Yeah, it's nothing. I gotta tell Jake about this.
- Jake: Hello. - Leslie: Jake?
[Click.]
What the hell are you doing?
This is not the time to talk to your girlfriend.
Alisha's mic is connected to your phone, remember.
Alisha: [On phone] I'm going in.
He's here.
Otto.
Why are you here?
Saul sent me for the shipment.
Why is she silent?
Shut up.
She's playing us.
Alisha: Tell me where it is.
We'll start unloading now.
Saul is pissed. We don't want him to be pissed at you, believe me.
Okay.
It's container I.D... .
three four five eight one.
See? We got the number.
Ahh! Jimmy. What are you?
Jimmy!
Jimmy. Jimmy!
You're not giving me much of an incentive not to kill you right now.
Jimmy, listen to me. Okay?
She is a criminal.
B'ys. I'm sorry. I know I let you down. But I gotta do this on my own.
She can't be trusted. Alisha cannot be trusted.
This is my problem now. I should've never dragged you two into it in the first place.
I ride it alone from here.
No, no, no!
Jimmy! You can't trust her!
You better have a handcuff key.
Are you sure we should be doing this?
Otto Brewer is Vic Saul's inside man at the port.
If we're gonna find those guns, he's key.
Yeah, but searching his house? Seems a little dangerous.
Maybe we should wait for the cops.
I told you what I heard from my cop source in forensics.
There were two kinds of blood in the car that
Otto crashed through the picket line.
Right. And torn upholstery indicating a struggle.
Which means there was another person in the car...
with Otto. Maybe fighting with him.
What the hell happened in there?
No idea.
That's why we're gonna search Otto's house.
[Phone rings.]
We have a bit of a Sloan situation.
Do I really want to hear about it?
She's confessing to the robbery of your cash.
She knows we'll get it back through insurance if she turns herself in.
What?
And she asked me not to tell Jake.
Male voice: Help!
Help me!
Poppy?
He held me captive!
Help me!
Tinny, you might want to send a car over to where I am.
Right now.
Say the wrong number.
Jake: She must have told Otto to lie about the guns.
She's in deep this time.
I can tell you one thing. She's not working for Saul anymore.
How do you know that?
She's trying to frame him for everything.
At first it was Frank's murder. Now it's the guns.
This whole thing. It's Alisha's deal.
Alisha's our gun dealer?
She's pretending to be the whistle blower so we'll protect her from Saul.
And then she can get away Scott free with the guns.
But how does she know there even is a real whistle blower?
My guess she's got him. And whoever it is, is in danger.
[Phone rings.]
She could have Jimmy.
Yeah. We better find him before something happens to him.
Or we could let nature take its course.
Dad.
We've got somebody you need to meet. Now.
Alright. Text me the address. I'll be right there.
Let's split up. Whether we like it or not, we'd better...
find Jimmy.
Hi Jimmy.
[Whack.]
You should really keep your door locked.
Not that a locked door has ever stopped you before.
I'm guessing you're the one who talked Sloan into going to the cops.
No.
But I am telling you to leave her alone.
I'm her real sister.
Yeah. But she doesn't need you in her life.
Is that a threat?
No. If I was threatening you, you'd know it.
Get out.
Little Sloan Doyle.
Yeah, she has a few other last names.
What's that supposed to mean?
Oh. She'd done this kind of thing before.
I think daddy Jake might want to know.
Jake: So, this is the guy Otto Brewer...
had stashed in his basement?
His name is Doug Reynolds. He works data entry for Seaway.
When he found out that someone was tampering with the manifest...
to lose shipments. He contacted the feds anonymously.
But Otto caught him.
He wanted to know how much info Doug gave Jimmy, so he beat it out of him.
So he's obviously Jimmy's source.
What info did he have?
How Otto lost the stolen shipments. But that's all he knows.
Doug was driving the car that crashed through that picket line...
because he had Otto, that psycho, who was in the back seat with a gun.
You think he can help us find the shipment that's being unloaded today?
Yeah. Although the cops want to keep us away.
Let me give it a try.
I need to tell you something...
you're not gonna like.
Sloan's decided to confess to the cops about stealing our money.
So we can claim insurance.
What? Why?
I don't know. But she just went into Tinny and Leslie and spilled it all.
[Phone rings.]
Did you find Jimmy?
Oh yeah.
He's got himself into a little mess.
♪
Alisha... not Alisha bad.
She's the gun dealer. We know. But...
Head. Alisha pounded head.
She was gonna freeze us all to death.
Come one. I got the real container number.
One five two five eight nine. Come on. Let's go.
Give me your gun. I lost mine.
I'm not giving you my gun. You tool.
That's an order.
Oh is it?
Good for you b'y. Here. Try that.
Seriously?
Try not to hurt yourself with that.
Jimmy, you're bleeding pretty bad there, buddy.
I'll fix him up.
Jimmy. I swear to God...
sometimes, I don't know if you does this stuff as some creepy form of self harm.
Or if you're just some moron.
Self?
S-s-s-screw you, man.
B'ys. Let's go.
Here.
We're too late.
Hey.
The temp workers.
They're smuggling the guns out in their bags.
We gotta follow them.
That's what we were trying to do.
Jake: Alright. End of the line.
No sign of Alisha.
Jake: We just have to wait for
backup. They'll be here any minute.
Jimmy: No time.
We can't let those guns get away,.
Unfortunately he's right.
Jimmy. Wait.
Alright. Listen, Jimmy. Play it cool.
Is that some kind of joke? I can't feel my arse.
We blow right through.
Jake: Blow right through?
Not one gun between the three of us, alright?
And they got a friggin' arsenal.
So we improvise.
Is he always like this?
Sadly, yes.
Molotov cocktails, anyone?
Here we go.
No, no, Jimmy!
So much for our element of surprise.
Was that glass or plastic?
Son of a bitch.
Arrgh!
- I'm on fire! - Wolf: Yeah. Jimmy's on fire.
I'm on fire again!
Hang on. Hang on.
[Punch.]
[Whack.]
Stop hitting me!
Arrgh!
[Whack.]
You're kicking me?
Wolf: Stop, drop and roll, Jim!
Stop drop and roll!
B'ys! A little help!
[Explosion]
The coast is clear.
You're welcome.
Did you ever see anyone get frost burn and burnt in the same day?
Not until today.
Is there a plan?
Yeah.
You go that way.
Come on.
[Bang.]
Hi.
You know what? We should probably just leave them alone.
And let them all kill each other.
No!
One thing we can agree on is the need to kill you two first.
You're all under arrest.
Alisha: How does that happen exactly?
Because we got a bunch of guns.
And you two, you just have have him.
He's got me too.
[Sirens.]
It's over.
Surrender now!
Saul: I took you in.
And this is how you repay me.
Framing me for a gun deal I had nothing to do with!
[Bang.]
Ahhh!
[Bang.]
The guns are here.
Where's Alisha?
♪
[Voice on phone] Hello Leslie.
This is Dr. Brown's office. We have the results of the CAT scan.
The Doctor would like to talk to you as soon as possible.
Please call us back when you get get this.
Jimmy: Vic Saul's on death's door.
At least we got him.
Yeah, well. Unfortunately, we didn't get everyone.
Are we sad Alisha got away?
Sad how?
Come on, Doyle.
You wanted her bad. It was obvious.
Yeah. Not much.
But I will have a toast.
To Sergeant Leslie Bennett.
Oh man!
So what are you gonna do?
You and Wolf? You think you'll make up, or what?
You know what?
I don't care if Wolf fathead is pissed.
I don't care about him at all.
Okay? And if he says anything to me, or gives me the slightest bit of grief...
you know what I'm gonna say to him?
No what?
Lie to me again, Jim, we'll see what happens.
It wasn't a lie.
I was withholding information that you weren't classified to have.
So shut it.
Watch your back around here, Jake.
Could be consequences for everything we were just a part of.
Most right.
The people those guns were meant for...
they're not gonna be so happy with you.
Let's not forget who's in charge here.
Sure b'y.
I am.
I know.
I'm in charge.
You're in charge, yeah.
Wolf. I'm in charge.
I know. You're the king, b'y.
Mal: Safe travels.
What?
I think you need to have a moment with Sloan.
Alone.
Jake: So the whole thing was a scam.
You were playing me.
No.
I mean, at first...
the DNA test?
I had someone forge it.
How did you know about your mother and me?
Wait a minute. Was she even really your mother?
Yes.
That's why I picked you.
I confessed to the cops.
Your family is gonna get all your money back through insurance.
I didn't want you to do that.
It's too late.
When I got to know you...
I just wanted a family.
A real family.
Not the assholes that were always in my life.
And then I realized I wanted it to be real.
It's not real.
I'm not your father. You're not my daughter. You're a liar.
And I'm an idiot.
If it weren't for you, I'd be dead.
Which is why I want to face the consequences for what I did.
I know I can never make it up to your for betraying you.
But I can try.
I'm actually sorry that it isn't true.
I was kinda liking having you as my kid.
I'm sure it wasn't easy for you to come clean like this.
Now you're free.
No more burdens. No responsibilities.
I never thought about you that way.
So what now?
Where are you gonna go?
I have an aunt in gander.
I'm gonna go there. Graduate.
Well, I'll always be here for you.
I know that probably makes me a sucker. But...
there you go. There'll always be a place here for you with us.
With me.
That doesn't make you a sucker.
This bullshit about you turning yourself in. You can forget about it.
I want you to have a future.
And you can't have one with a massive friggin' criminal record following you around.
Then you...
No.
You wanna make this right with me?
You live your life. And you turn it around.
This is a free square. Do not mess it up. Promise me.
Give me your word.
I promise you. You have my word.
Bye.
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Announcer: Next week, on Republic of Doyle...
Accused of murder.
This is your smoking gun?
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 week on CBC.