Some of the country's bravest citizens
will be honored here at the annual Hall of Heroes ceremony
and we are bringing you all of the action,
including exclusive interviews with the medal winners.
And here's one of them now. Let's go say hello!
Come on, partner.
REPORTER: And those furry ears tell me
this is Officer Rex from the St. John's Police!
Hi there, Rex! It's an Honour to meet you!
Can you shake a paw?
Oh you're so good!
Now, Rex is the first K9 officer
to be inducted into the Hall of Heroes
alongside his partner, Charlie Hudson.
You must be so proud!
- Very. - Yeah!
So tell me, who's the Batman and who is the Robin?
(REX BARKS)
Oh, I think we know!
Um, excuse me.
Hi, I need to get Detective Hudson and Rex inside.
- Okay, no worries, thanks. - Thanks.
Hi, Rex.
- You're so good. - CHARLIE: Thank you for that.
Well, I do what I can.
I'm Trina Sharpe. I'm coordinating this weekend's events.
Nice to meet you.
Did you two get settled into the hotel okay?
Yeah, we did but
it's gonna be a bit of an adventure
having to share a bed with him.
He a sprawler?
How'd you know?
My pup's the same.
Worse than my ex-husband ever was.
So I should get you two inside.
The other recipients are already in there
and eager to meet you.
Rex.
(CAMERAS SNAPPING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Hey.
(DRAMATIC PERCUSSION)
(UPBEAT THEME MUSIC)
- Synced and corrected by chamallow - - www.addic7ed.com -
TRINA: If we could get the honourees together please.
Perfect.
And we'll get everyone to squeeze in.
That's it!
(REX BARKS)
Whoah, whoah, whoah. Settle down, little scooter!
Play nice, partner.
He's looking at me funny.
- Do I need to be nervous? - I don't know, do you?
- He is pretty intimidating. - (REX WHINES)
Oh, or not.
- (CHARLIE CHUCKLES) - CHARLIE: Yeah, well,
he can be both.
That's what makes him such a good partner.
So, who's the good cop
and who's the bad cop?
CHARLIE: Oh, good question.
I think we're both good cops. What do you think, pal?
Yeah.
Okay, big smiles!
(CAMERAS SNAPPING)
Oh!
Oh, that's so cute. Can you get that?
- (SIMONE CHUCKLES) - Okay.
Great. Thanks, everyone.
You know, I could've used Rex on my last assignment.
- CHARLIE: Oh, yeah? - Sergeant Jerry Houle.
Houle. Yeah, you went undercover with the Black Tartans, right?
- Mm-hmm. Guilty as charged. - Huh.
Yeah. Took us eighteen months
but we finally cut the head off the snake.
Getting rid of Eddie Deakins
won't stop the Tartans from regrouping.
Why would you say that?
I've been reporting on extremist groups for years.
They're never dead. They're just dormant.
(HOULE CHUCKLES) Trust me.
Without a strong leader,
the Tartans are no threat to me or anybody else.
Hmm.
- You're Luc Broussard. - I am.
I've read all your stuff about the Tartans.
- You got a lot right there. - Oh!
That means a lot, coming from someone who was on the inside.
Made me wonder though if maybe you had a source.
(BROUSSARD CHUCKLES) Can't tell you that, I'm afraid.
(HOULE CHUCKLES) Fair enough.
You're no slouch yourself, Hudson.
I've been reading about you two for years.
- More champagne? - Twist my arm.
Ah, yeah.
LUC: So I've always been curious,
how do you work with a dog?
Um, same as working with a human partner, I guess.
Except he lives with me and doesn't pay for coffee.
- (THEY CHUCKLE) - So, when you're after a bad guy,
do you have to tell him who to chase or does he just know?
Well, we can prime him with a scent
but he's a pretty good detective in his own right,
trained to sniff out illegal substances.
Now what kind of substances are we talking here? Drugs?
Yeah, yeah, sure. Shell casings, blasting caps,
- different types of explosives. - Hmm!
Interesting stuff. I'd love to do a story on you two.
Hey! Who's the world's best boss?
- Coffee for you. - Thank you.
Well, you don't have to sound too excited about it.
Sorry, sorry. I'm texting with Charlie.
He and Rex are at a cocktail party.
- Apparently, there's champagne. - JESSE: Champagne?
Oh, that must be nice!
Well, a vacation sounds good.
DONOVAN: Well, I'd be happy to sign off on that
if you would just provide me
with a comprehensible report on the Iris Cross case.
Compre, there's only so many analogies I can make
on the difference between onion and garlic routing.
Onion and garlic routing, right.
Did Charlie say anything else about that? Hey.
- Mmmm. - Thank you.
SARAH: No. Not since I reminded him that the award's mostly about Rex.
- Whoah. - I'm just teasing.
JESSE: No no no. Not that. This.
CSIS just reported some online chatter
around the Hall of Heroes ceremony.
- Anything specific? JESSE: We should set them on alert
for possible threats. Whatever that means.
Well, I'm sure if CSIS is on it,
then they've got appropriate security in place.
Yeah.
Well, in that case, there was talk of beers tonight.
Is that still a thing?
Sure, I could do beers tonight. What about you, Sarah?
Uh no, sorry. I can't.
JESSE: Oh, why?
I have dinner reservations
- at L'Oiseau. Yeah. - JESSE: Oh wow!
With Michael.
Okay. You guys have fun!
DONOVAN: Thank you!
Guess it's just you and me, huh boss?
This day just keeps getting better and better.
(REX BARKS)
Rex really knows how to play to an audience.
You must be the most popular guy in St. John's with him.
Well, he sure knows how to attract people.
And let me guess, you're a lone wolf?
I wouldn't say that. I've got my pack.
At work, I mean. People.
- People. They're people. - Right.
So, what do you and Rex have on the agenda for tomorrow?
Well, to be honest, I think I was just planning
on spending the day in my hotel room doing some work.
You don't really strike me as a planner, Detective Hudson.
Uhh...
You have something else in mind?
You know why don't I buy you a drink
and we can talk about it?
Well, it's an open bar.
Just go with it. Come on.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Okay.
JESSE: I mean; I'm just curious why you haven't told us
anything about him.
Is there something wrong with him?
Not that I've noticed so far, Jesse.
Okay, then what? Are you afraid to introduce him to your friends?
Yeah, some of my other friends have met Michael.
Oh! Wow, really? Well, what did they say about him?
That he is hot but kind of dumb.
- Oh. - That's gonna get old fast.
(SARAH CHUCKLES) It already is, let me tell you.
JESSE: What's going on here?
SARAH: Jesse.
This is Michael.
This... Oh! Hi!
Hey. Jesse.
Sarah speaks highly of you.
Wow, really?
- Yeah, what? - MICHAEL: Yeah, and...
actually, I recognize you from your testimony
in that extortion case last year.
You know, not all tech experts can explain things clearly to a jury.
It helped our case a lot.
That's great to hear!
What, so... So you're a lawyer then?
Yeah!
Sarah never mentioned that?
Uh, no. It hasn't come up.
MICHAEL: Ah! Hmm!
And now you're wondering if that's my only dirty secret.
Oh no! No, not at all.
Okay. Good.
Otherwise, I'd have to stick around and change your mind.
- (SARAH CHUCKLES) - But...
we should be going.
- She hates to be late. - Oh, don't I know it.
- Yeah. - Yeah. Okay.
- Good night, Jesse. - JESSE: Okay, good night.
Nice to meet you, Michael!
MICHAEL: Nice to meet you!
CHARLIE: Yeah, I suppose I am a little married to my job.
TRINA: Not your dog?
Well, him too but we're on vacation. So...
Ah that's good to hear, Detective Hudson.
Charlie.
Well, for what it's worth, Charlie,
I know how it can be.
My job can be intense too.
Really? How so?
Well, that might require another round.
I'm not going anywhere.
Good. And this one's on me.
It's an open bar.
Mm-hmm. Go with it.
CHARLIE: Rex? Where are you, pal?
Rex?
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Hey, uh...
you haven't seen my partner, have you?
No, I haven't seen him for a while.
Why? What's up?
Anything wrong?
I just can't find Rex.
Well, I'm sure he's around here somewhere.
No, he always comes when I call.
WOMAN: Oh my God!
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Rex!
(REX WHINING)
- Hey! - SIMONE: Is he okay?
What happened? What happened here?
He just walked in and fell over. I don't know what happened.
Hey, bud!
- You okay? Talk to me pal. - (REX WHINES)
Hey.
(REX MOANS)
Come on.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Watch his head. Easy, pal.
Okay.
Hey.
(REX MOANS)
I think he ate something.
Hey, did anybody see what this dog ate?
He just started panting and just fell over.
I think he's had something poisonous.
We need to induce vomiting.
Or maybe we can pump his stomach.
- Out of my way. - (DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Open his mouth.
(REX GROANS)
I'm sorry, pal.
Ughh!
Okay.
- (VOMIT SPLASHING) - Okay.
Okay, pal.
Just relax.
Macadamia nuts.
That wreaks havoc on a dog's nervous system.
Okay.
Hang on, buddy.
This is going to hurt.
(REX GROWLS)
(REX WHINES)
Hey.
Come on, pal.
Come on.
- You okay? - (REX GROANS)
- (REX YELPS) - Ah!
(CHARLIE LAUGHS)
Thank goodness.
What do you think he... ?
Rex wouldn't just steal food.
What are you suggesting?
That somebody poisoned him.
Well, this was meant to be a nut-free event.
- I'll talk to the caterer. - Yeah, you do that.
I'm going to go talk to the head of security.
Okay, wait, Charlie. Charlie, wait.
Why don't we step outside and get some fresh air?
We're done here.
(REX GROANS)
CHARLIE: Yes, I understand that people are busy
preparing for the ceremony.
As I said before, there was an incident at the reception.
I want to make sure...
Hudson.
Detective Charlie Hudson.
Yes, we went through this before.
Well, I want to make sure that the security team lead calls me
first thing in the morning.
(REX WHINES)
Something doesn't feel right, huh?
SARAH: Hey, Charlie.
Does this mean that you've forgiven me
- for ribbing you about Rex's award? - Never.
But we do have bigger problems to worry about.
Oh hi!
Sorry, what kind of problems?
Rex was poisoned. We had to pump his stomach.
Oh no!
What? Is he okay?
- You managed to pump his stomach in time? - Yeah.
He seems to be.
We just got back from the emergency vet clinic. But...
I don't think this was an accident.
What do you mean?
I don't know. I've just got a bad feeling.
Okay, I don't know if this is related
but Jesse did find a CSIS alert about the award ceremony.
- What kind of alert? - Something about increased negative chatter?
It wasn't specific.
Okay. I've got a call in to security.
But I mean, if CSIS is involved,
I don't know if I'm going to get a straight answer.
Hey. Uh...
Thank you. I hope I didn't interrupt anything.
No, it's all good.
I'll talk to you tomorrow, Charlie.
Hey, give Rex my love please.
He got it.
Thank you.
Hey, buddy!
Oh, you look so good!
I'm so glad you feel better.
Hey. I'm so glad you feel better.
Peace offering?
- Huh. - Yeah, I was a bit upset last night.
Of course.
I get it.
- Mmm. - I'm glad you're here.
I talked to the caterer.
He confirmed there were no nuts on the menu.
So how did they get there then?
I don't know for sure but
your concerns are being taken seriously.
Really? Then why haven't I heard from security?
That's probably because they've been busy
double-checking all the staff from last night.
It turns out there was a last-minute replacement on the catering team.
What's the name? I'll have my team do a background check.
No, our security is taking care of it.
He's been removed from today's event.
Kevin Dutcher.
I want to talk to him.
No, there's no evidence linking Dutcher to the nuts.
- We're just being safe. - I know there's a CSIS alert on this event.
I would feel a lot better if I could talk to security about it.
You are.
I'm with CSIS.
I tried to tell you last night.
Why didn't you?
Well, Rex was sick.
I couldn't very well blurt it out
with everyone hanging around.
I'm meant to be undercover.
What's going on?
I can't give you specifics.
But we don't believe Rex getting sick is connected.
Is that you talking or is that the party line?
Both.
So, it's just a coincidence that some unvetted caterer
who's since been removed just happened to be at an event
where a K9 officer was poisoned?
Until we have reason to believe otherwise,
yes.
- (PHONE BUZZING) - Mmmm.
I'm sorry. I have to take this.
I'll check in with you later. This is Trina.
Heya.
Yeah.
(PHONE CHIMING)
- Charlie! - Joe.
Uh, how's Rex doing?
He's good, thanks. Wait. You heard?
Yeah, Sarah mentioned it.
Do you think it has anything to do with the CSIS alert?
Well, that's what I'm hoping you can help me out with.
Yeah, yeah sure. What do you need?
I need you to do a background check on a Kevin Dutcher.
He was removed from the catering team here
and Trina won't say why.
- Who's Trina? - Yeah, she's the CSIS agent
who's working undercover as the events coordinator.
Charlie, this sounds like more than a CSIS on alert to me.
No kidding.
But why all the secrecy?
Listen Charlie. CSIS is notoriously mistrustful
especially of municipal cops.
Okay, well that's making me mistrustful, too.
I'm going to out what I can about her.
Yeah, that's a good plan.
So listen, I've been looking up Dutcher
and there's not much to see here.
He seems to be a local guy.
I will get Jesse to look into it once he gets in here.
Okay, thanks Joe.
Hey. Hey, no need to thank me.
I mean if something were to happen to Rex,
we'd all be out of a job.
Well, as always, your concern for my safety is touching.
(REX BARKS)
- (DOOR LOCK BEEPS) - JESSE: Sarah!
So, Michael seems great.
Oh my gosh. You are incorrigible.
Oh, come on. Should I be flattered or offended?
Jesse. You're late.
Well, if I'm late, so is she.
- Thank you. - Well.
I just got off the phone with Charlie.
He needs our help.
Find out everything you can about a man named Kevin Dutcher.
(REX WHINES)
Okay let's see what your story is, Trina Sharpe.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(REX WHINES)
Trina.
I said I'd check in on you later.
It's later. So here I am.
Mmm.
May I?
Yeah, yeah. Come on in.
How was everything after your call?
My call?
Oh, yeah. No that was...
just nailing down final details for tonight's ceremony.
Uh-huh. Of course. Because you're the event coordinator.
You want to tell me what's going on?
Oh!
You weren't kidding about Rex being a sprawler.
You're trying to change the subject.
Uh no. I'm just noting
how much space your partner takes up in your life.
Uh-huh.
Must be tough when you have company over.
Rex knows how to make himself scarce when he needs to.
(REX WHINES)
Really?
How's that?
Stop trying to distract me.
I don't know what you're talking about, Detective Hudson.
Mm-hmm.
And I thought a CSIS agent
would have a better poker face than that.
I'm undercover, remember?
How could I forget?
(PHONE BUZZING)
Now it's my turn to say I have to take this.
Just give me a sec.
Hey, Joe.
DONOVAN: Charlie, we found something.
- CHARLIE: What is it? - Dutcher may not have a record
but he's all over 8kun and other extremist message boards.
That's interesting.
And it looks like he was a member
of the Tartans before they crumbled.
And you know who was responsible for taking them down, right?
Jerry Houle.
Sounds like the Tartans haven't forgiven him.
Which is why Dutcher is probably targeting him.
Why would Dutcher go after Rex if Houle is his real target?
I don't know. Maybe Rex was onto him?
Yeah. I mean I was a little...
distracted yesterday. I'll call you back.
When were you going to tell me that Dutcher is a Tartan?
A Tartan?
- I had no idea. - Come on.
My team finds out in a morning.
You're trying to tell me that CSIS didn't know too?
You're not going to let this go, are you?
No.
Mmmm.
I didn't know about Dutcher's connection to the Tartans
until I flagged him to my boss.
So when you say he's been removed,
you're saying he's been arrested, right?
- No. - (CHARLIE SIGHS)
He tried to kill Rex.
- He's probably after Houle. - We don't know that for sure.
Are you kidding me?
Okay.
Look.
The truth is,
Dutcher is being investigated on another matter.
CSIS doesn't want to jeopardize that by bringing him in for...
Poisoning a dog?
So Dutcher is still free?
I don't like it any more than you do.
But this is how it goes. You're a cop.
- You know that. - We need to warn Houle.
Dutcher could be planning anything. Houle is not safe.
Yeah, you're right.
Just remind me of that
when I get dismissed for breaking protocol. Okay?
Okay.
Rex, let's go.
Dutcher?
I've never heard of him.
Mr. Houle. It's possible whoever's left of the Tartans is targeting you.
I spent eighteen months with those clowns.
With their leader rotting in jail,
they're just blowing smoke.
CHARLIE: Dutcher tried to kill Rex last night.
That's more than just smoke.
With all due respect Hudson,
your dog eating a bad cookie
is not evidence of an assassination plot.
Yeah, my partner was poisoned,
possibly because he found out that Dutcher was up to no good.
You should be cautious.
I could arrange for you to receive your award
- privately away from... - No.
If we give into the fear, then they have won.
I refuse to lay low.
I'll accept my award tonight with honour.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
- What now? - Not much we can do
unless you can convince CSIS to make a move on Dutcher.
Which I almost definitely can't.
Well, then, all we can do is stay on our toes
- and keep our eyes open for threats. - (REX BARKING)
Is that normal?
It is if he senses something. What have you got, pal?
- (REX BARKING) - There's something in that van.
Well, wait. We don't have cause. We can't...
Rex thinks we do.
(REX BARKS)
Doesn't look like there's anything out of the ordinary.
He must have been smelling something.
TRINA: You're sure he picked up something in here?
CHARLIE: Listen, I learned a long time ago.
- Always trust Rex's nose. - (OMINOUS MUSIC)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(REX BARKING)
Hey, Dutcher.
Come here.
So, this is how you win the awards?
(REX BARKING)
Nice job, partner.
I wouldn't be bragging. This isn't over.
Come on.
Let's go.
Where's your team keeping Dutcher?
He's in the back.
He's going to be transferred to a secure location.
We've done a full sweep of the premises
- and there's no sign of anything amiss. - I don't know.
Dutcher's risking a lot coming back.
He's got a plan. We have to figure out what it is.
Okay look, Charlie. I get it.
But trust me, CSIS has this under control.
There's something in that van.
(TRINA SIGHS)
Come on. Let me talk to him, okay?
See if I can get anything.
We'll do it together.
Will that make us a team now?
- Yes. - (REX BARKING)
Yes, Rex. You too.
Come on. Follow me.
CHARLIE: Come on.
(DOOR LOCK BEEPS)
We need a few seconds with him, boys.
Secure the exits for me, will you?
(DUTCHER BREATHING HEAVILY)
What did you have in that van?
More poison?
Guns?
TRINA: We know you're a Tartan.
So tell us what you've got planned.
(REX BARKS)
There's no way out of this for you.
CHARLIE: Yeah. Is this about Jerry Houle,
because he hobbled your little gang?
The Tartans are stronger than we've ever been.
- (REX BARKS) - Keep that mutt away from me!
- (REX BARKING) - What are you and your cronies up to?
- I don't know what you're talking about. - (REX BARKING)
Okay! Hey hey hey! Call him off, man!
You tell us what we need to know
- and I'll think about it. - (REX GROWLING)
(REX BARKING)
Just put the chair down, okay?
Aye. Okay. Okay, fine!
Fine.
Fine. Fine.
Just get him out of my face.
Okay?
(CHARLIE WHISTLES)
TRINA: So...
Who's leading the Tartans now?
I don't think he knows.
(REX BARKING)
- I know plenty. - Yeah, sure you do.
Doesn't know the name of the guy in charge.
- (REX BARKING) - Yeah, I think you're right, pal.
I think we're wasting our time here.
I'm going to just leave you two to get acquainted,
and by the way, he's the guy that poisoned you.
(REX BARKING)
No! Just... wait!
They... they call him M. That's all I know. I swear.
I'll talk to my section chief see if he knows anything about this M.
I'll get my team to do some digging, too.
Still don't totally trust CSIS?
I just trust my team more
but you're definitely growing on me.
Rex.
Hey!
What does this mean?
- (DOOR SLAMS SHUT) - Tonight's the night!
Six real-life heroes are set to be honoured
at the annual Hall of Heroes ceremony.
As I said yesterday,
this is the first time a K9 officer is being singled out!
Guys, it's on.
JESSE: Yeah, just one second.
REPORTER: ... service with the SJPD's K9 Unit...
Yeah, we're not really finding anything on the Tartan's new leader.
All I could find was a blurry pic of
some brotherhood retreat back in the spring.
No mention of an M though.
SARAH: Oh, look! Look, it's Rex!
Rex and his handler Charlie Hudson
have travelled all the way
from St. John's Newfoundland to receive their award.
His handler.
Yeah, maybe we'll just keep this part from Charlie.
(SARAH TEXTING)
(SARAH CHUCKLES)
(PHONE BUZZES)
Hey! What's going on? Jesse find something?
No, not yet but we just saw you on TV.
We just wanted to let you know how proud we are of you.
Hey, thanks, Sarah.
How's Rex feeling?
Oh, he's back to his old self.
Okay, good. And you?
Sounds like it's been a big day over there.
Yeah, no, I'm all right. Just getting ready.
Okay.
Well, if you need a laugh,
the reporter on the news called you Rex's handler.
(CHARLIE CHUCKLES)
(REX WHINES)
Yeah, it feels like it sometimes.
(SARAH CHUCKLES)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Oh, hey. I've got to go.
Okay. All right. Um, hey,
you two have fun tonight.
- You two deserve it. - Yeah, yeah. I'll talk to you later.
Wow.
You look great.
(REX WHINES)
And you...
look like you're running late.
Come in for a minute. I'll be quick.
Don't mind if I do.
Hey, buddy.
I am very out of practice with this.
Let me.
- (REX WHINES) - So...
Any intel from your team on M?
Not yet.
Well, there's nothing from CSIS either,
according to my section chief.
You know...
you clean up pretty nicely, Detective Hudson.
I do what I can do.
(REX GROANS)
We should probably go.
- Yeah. - (REX GROANS)
(TRINA CHUCKLES)
(REX BARKS)
Rex.
(METAL DETECTOR BUZZING)
Hello, buddy.
You look nervous.
Your partner looks even worse.
Hey, um...
Tell me, you ever come across
somebody calling themselves M
when you were undercover with the Tartans?
M?
That's what I said.
(HOULE CHUCKLES) They're the Tartans. Not MI6, pal.
So I take it that's a no.
Yeah, that's a no.
Look, like I said,
without their leader Deakins, these guys are no threat.
All right? Trust me.
We should find your seats.
- HOULE: Wonderful! - TRINA: Okay.
Rex.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(PHONE BEEPING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
From the Hamilton Pavilion,
it's time once again for the annual
Hall Of Heroes celebration!
(APPLAUSE)
This year, we're celebrating
six brave Canadian heroes
who risked it all in the name of public safety.
TRINA: Charlie.
- Yeah. - We think M's in town.
Still no ID but there were encrypted communications
with him on Dutcher's computer.
We tracked the IP of the messages sent two days ago
to an internet café not far from here.
What did the messages say?
M said he was looking forward to a front row seat
for the Tartans' revenge.
- Front row seat. That means he's here. - Yeah.
Okay, I'm going to let my team know that M is in town.
Jesse's our tech genius.
- Maybe he can sniff him out. - DANSON: Now, on to the awards!
First up is Sergeant Jeremiah Houle
of the Lethbridge Police Services.
Please welcome Sergeant Houle!
(APPLAUSE)
I hate to sound like a broken record, but...
You have a bad feeling about this?
Me too.
But we're a team.
Whatever happens,
- we can handle it. - DANSON: Please join me in inducting Jeremiah Houle
- I hope you're right. - DANSON: ... into the Hall of Heroes!
(APPLAUSE AND CHEERING)
Thank you very much.
Okay, there are three internet cafés near the awards venue.
I've got CCTV from all of them
but it's not going to be much help
without knowing who we're looking for.
Yeah, but Charlie said the message was sent two days ago.
That should narrow our window.
Okay, well, I mean, not by much.
Look, I know it's a throwback
but a lot of people still use these internet cafés.
Not me. Okay, that is so 2004.
There was one time when the wifi cut out, but, yeah... Okay, I get it.
Yeah, check the CCTV, Jesse. Focus, Jesse.
Look, I'm cross referencing faces
with this photo from the Tartans' retreat a while back but...
- We don't even know if M was there, Jesse. - Exactly.
Oh.
What?
- What is it? - This could be our guy.
I have a photo
of a guy wearing the same jacket
leaving Gigabite Café on Thursday.
Wait, wait, wait, wait. Pause that.
Look at his arm.
What is that?
Is that a birthmark, or... ?
No, it's too regular to be a birthmark.
I think it's a tattoo.
I'll blow it up.
I don't know. There's something familiar about it.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Hold on, Jesse. Pull up the photos
- of the cocktail reception. - Yeah.
Next up is Luc Broussard
who's excellent exposé on the Tartans
showed Canadians that extremism isn't just something
our southern neighbours have to contend with.
Please welcome Luc Broussard everyone!
- (APPLAUSE AND CHEERING) - Luc Broussard!
Thank you so much for your excellent work.
- Thank you so much. - Thank you.
DONOVAN: There.
It's Jerry Houle.
The guy getting an award?
Yeah, he took down the leader of the Tartans
so that he could replace him.
(REX BARKS)
What's going on Charlie?
- (REX BARKS) - Rex senses danger.
But Houle's already done.
Get Houle from the green room. Get him to a safe location.
(REX BARKS)
Somebody's a little over eager, huh?
- It's not your turn, buddy! - (REX BARKING)
Yeah but this... this guy is a cop!
He's a decorated sergeant!
That doesn't mean he's a good guy, Jesse.
Okay. Well, I mean if Houle is M, then
- who's he targeting? - I don't know.
But we need to warn Charlie.
(PHONE BUZZING)
- Yeah. - Charlie.
Jeremiah Houle.
He's M.
Houle?
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(CROWD GASPING)
I'm going to have to call you back.
Bomb!
Bomb on the premises! Everybody out!
- (CROWD SCREAMING) - Everybody out now!
- (ALARM BLARING) - Rex!
Rex!
(PHONE RINGING)
CHARLIE: Trina. You have Houle?
He's not in the green room. What's going on, Charlie?
He's M! Houle is M!
This was never about the Tartans targeting Houle.
No, it's about Houle and the Tartans targeting
the journalist who aired their dirty laundry.
We need to find Broussard now!
Houle! Don't move!
Let him go!
- This is over! - No, I don't think so!
See, because one little click from me
and that doggie goes kaboom!
What do you think you're gonna do with Broussard?
Well, you know, the bomb was supposed to take him out cleanly
but now I think we're going to take him back to our brothers.
Have a little bit of fun.
Huh? Yeah, Murray?
Give me the gun!
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Okay. This is what's going to happen.
You're going to help the three of us get out of this building
and I won't blow up the mutt.
- You're a disgrace, Houle. - And you are a dead man!
Ughh!
Agghh!
Ughh!
TRINA: Go go go go go!
Uhh!
Aghh!
Aghhh!
Uhhh!
Ugh!
Aghh!
Ughh!
Uhh!
- (PHONE BEEPS) - Aghh!
(EXPLOSION)
(SCREAMING AND SIRENS OUTSIDE)
(CHARLIE BREATHING DEEPLY)
Uhh!
Ugh!
- Ughh! Ughh! - (REX BARKING)
(REX BARKING)
(REX WHINES)
(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO)
- Hey, come here. Hey. - (REX BARKS)
It's okay.
It's okay, pal.
You're okay.
Hey.
I know.
That's my guy.
(CHARLIE SIGHS)
_
(DOOR LOCK BEEPS)
You're reading a newspaper?
Retro!
Yeah, I thought maybe we could cut this out.
Make a picture for Charlie and Rex.
What happened to keeping his ego in check?
Well, I figured he deserved a win
- after saving a couple of hundred lives. - Touché.
Hey, no.
Right here. This is the page that we're going to frame.
Huh? T-shirts?
- Postcards maybe? - Look at that.
- (DONOVAN LAUGHS) - When are they back?
Well, Charlie asked for a couple of extra days.
Charlie's getting an extended vacation?
SARAH: Jesse I wouldn't really call it a vacation.
- Well, it's... Still, it must be nice. - No.
DONOVAN: Okay.
Well, you can have one of those too
if I could ever get the Iris Cross report from you.
I think I hear my phone ring.
SARAH: It's not like Charlie to take time off.
Well, maybe he needed a couple of extra days to see the sites.
Hmm.
TRINA: Well, thanks to that photo your tech whiz found,
CSIS has managed to ID the rest of the Tartans' new leadership.
And arrests are being made across the country as we speak.
What about Houle?
Oh, he'll be in jail for a long time.
I'd say that's pretty good teamwork.
Yeah.
I'd say.
- (REX BARKS) - (TRINA CHUCKLES)
Mm-hmm.
So, uh...
You're going back to St. John's tomorrow?
Yeah.
Duty calls.
We have tonight.
We do.
(REX WHINES)
- (GUN SHOTS) - Next time on Hudson & Rex...
DONAVAN: Our vic was shot in the shoulder.
The mother is saying that it was attempted murder.
Avalon Island, why does that sound so familiar?
Henry Ward's a bank robber known in London's underworld
as Tommy "Tumbler" Henderson.
I'm here to take him in.
(GUN SHOTS)
(REX BARKS)
(SPLASH)
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