"Previously, on Republic of Doyle..." "Time for you to grow up," "Jake." "From now on, I deal with no more crap from you." "No more women." "I got everything I ever wanted from you." "I'm good." "I just wanted to tell you that I'm leaving." "I'm single now." "Well, maybe you're just not the marrying type." "Maybe we could give it another shot." "I want you to kiss me right now." "And I know it's a huge mistake." "Where are you guys?" "There's a client here, waiting for you." "You take the case." "Just don't kill anyone." "I killed him." "Don't tell Jake..." "Calm down!" "So, you want to make out again?" "Tell anyone about that and I will kill you." "I want you to take this." "And if you tell Jake or your grandfather, I will take it back." "Past is past and I trust you to sort out everything in the present." "Grown men with their own rooms;" "They bother you, don't they?" "Move out of my house!" "What happened?" "Heart attack." "This is your fault." "What?" "Where's my money?" "Where's my money?" "Where's my money?" "C'mon, Ronnie, I'm going to pay you back!" "Just give me a few days..." "I get it." "You have a pressing need for it now." "No problem." "Four grand, Doyle." "Now, it's two months ago." "I need this for a second." "Last call was ages ago, anyway." "I can't... pay you..." "If I'm dead!" "At this point, money's not even what I'm looking for." "Ronnie..." "Now, you know I'll pay you when I get it!" "I swear." "I gave you my word!" "Ronnie." "I pay you." "I always pay you back." "This was totally excessive." "Yeah..." "I know I'm late, OK." "Just keep your girdle on." "You're late." "And you look like crap." "Well, I'm here, aren't I?" "The client will be here any minute." "What are we doing here, anyway?" "The man insisted we meet up here." "You smell like booze..." "Are you drunk?" "I wasn't drinking, no..." "I had to smash a pint over a guy's head..." "Nevermind." "See?" "Ever since you started this "love moratorium"" "you've been totally out of whack." ""Love moratorium?" ""I'm taking a break from women for awhile." "That's all." "Now stop talking to me about my sex life." "You'll make me puke." "Fine." "We can wait in silence." "Then..." "Good." "Is it a choice, or is it that women now want nothing to do with you?" "Post-divorce, damaged goods and all?" "You're a terrific father." "You should put out a book or something." "Look sharp." "Were you followed?" "Does he count?" "I'm Nathan and this is my wife, Rebecca." "Thanks so much for coming." "Please, we desperately need your help." "And why's that?" "I am in grave danger." "Someone is trying to kill me." "Oh." "Have you contacted the police..." "No police... mo matter what happens, you can't speak to the police." "It's a matter of national security..." "National security?" "Oh no... they've found us!" "Nobody move!" "You, in the van!" "Now!" "No!" "Back off!" "Do I know you?" "I'll take that as a yes." "Dad?" "Are you okay?" "Yeah..." "I'm fine." "My leg cramped." "My husband..." "They've taken him." "♪" "Um, just uh, make your..." "Self at-at home ." "I'll give you a place for you to sit..." "Are you living here?" "I threw you out of the house thinking you'd find an apartment, not move into our new office." "It's temporary." "Just relax..." "So Rebecca, who do you think might've kidnapped your husband?" "I have no idea." "Really..." "Do you know of anyone who may have anything against him?" "Money problems, grudges..." "that sort of thing?" "Well, there is his friend Robert." "They're like brothers... inseparable." "But lately things have changed." "They're mailmen?" "Mailmen." "Right." "Makes sense." "Okay... so why were you and your mailman husband dressed for a night at the opera at five in the morning?" "I just did what Nathan asked me to." "And he said this was a matter of "national security?"" "What was he talking about?" "Really..." "I have no idea." "Nathan... you have to help him." "But he said no police." "Don't worry." "We'll figure this out." "Kidnapping?" "We'll be getting a ransom demand soon." "I really think we should call the cops in on this." "Customer's always right, remember?" "Let's play it by ear." "Okay." "The clock is ticking, we better get moving." "I got the van's plate." "You run that." "I'll get onto our mailmen." "I'm not buying the leg cramp story, either." "You were winded back there." "What is it?" "The old ticker okay?" "I'm fine." "Get to work, and tidy up." "See you." "Dad'll look after you." "Test, test, test... tell me, tell me tell me... check... tell me what I want to know and no one gets hurt... check... okay." "Level's good." "Ready." "Now... mob boss, if that's your real name... tell me where the murder weapon is!" "Des?" "I'm just testing the new listening devices... it's not strange or unusual behaviour, in any way." "Bored, are we?" "It's just..." "I really want to get out there, you know?" "Do more cool stuff." "But Jake always has me doing the lame leg work." "I think I can handle more of the cool." "I see." "He has no idea what I can do." "I just need a chance to show him." "You want a real assignment." "I think I'm entitled to one." "Alright then..." "I have an idea." "Why not go out and survey someone for real?" "I'm listening." "Pick someone... someone you know..." "like a friend or whatever, so if you get caught, they won't kill you... and tail them." "Just pick someone you find interesting." "Yo." "Yo." "What's with Forrest?" "He's a man on a mission." "St. John's is a city unlike any other." "Our people, our streets, our culture, they weave together to create a fabric unique to anywhere else in this country." "Anywhere else on the planet." "Why can't I eat the food?" "Stuck here doing security detail for his worship mayor Clarke." "The future." "To modernize." "To revolutionize." "It's ass." "He's an ass mayor." "In order to look forward, you first need to be able to look inside yourself." "I mean, progress!" "They say, as they demand waterfront condos." "Progress!" "As they demand office towers." "Progress!" "As another historic landmark is converted." "To say you clean up nice is a slight understatement..." "Jake, you're not supposed to be here." "How did you get past security?" "I told them I was hood's personal head waxer and they sent me straight in." "You've got five seconds." "Agh..." "I had a reason for being here but..." "I gotta tell you, seeing you in that dress made me forget my name." "Escort him out, please." "Hey, hey..." "Wait!" "No, no, no..." "What?" "What are you" "Run that plate for me." "Would you?" "Thanks." "Any ransom demand yet?" "Nothing yet." "That's odd..." "When's the last time you heard of one mailman kidnapping another mailman?" "They do go postal." "You get a clean look at that girl kidnapper you were mud wrestling with?" "I've got a lasting imprint of her knee on my pills." "But I know her from somewhere..." "I bet." "You call the doctor yet?" "I'm fine." "Thanks for asking." "Dad... you got a second shot at life here." "Take a minute to think about what you want to do with the rest of it." "You're old." "You're stupid." "For the last time, my leg cramped..." "Look who just rounded the corner." "He uh, kidnaps a guy in the morning and then he finishes the mail route in the afternoon." "Robert Stanford's got some work ethic." "Better than yours by a long shot." "What are you doing?" "If he recognizes me, he was in the van last night... if not, he wasn't." "What part of you exactly do you think he'll recognize?" "Ah ha!" "Watch this." "Oh, sorry." "Mail." "I'll take it." "Thanks." "But this is for Mrs." "Philpot." "She's my wife." "Right." "Okay." "You look really familiar." "Well, I am your mailman." "So..." "Yeah." "Right." "Right." "Well, you and your wife have a good day." "Ahem..." "I like the new uniforms." "Here's your mail." "Just need to um..." "Wow." "Ingenious work." "What'd ya get?" "Not sure." "There was something there..." "I think." "And this..." "I might be nuts but I think he dropped it on purpose." "I'll get Rose on it." "You should check in with the client." "What are you going to do?" "Wash me hair." "It's laundry day." "This is Desmond Courtney of Doyle, Doyle and Courtney investigative services." "Assignment eleven:" "Observe a person of my choice." "She said, it was my choice." "So." "I am doing that now." "On this mission." "The subject is approximately..." "five feet-three inches tall." "The subject is looking fly in her new sneakers." "And has a graceful way about her as she holds a potted fern." "You're the best." "Wait till you see it." "You'll freak." "But I've totally screwed it up." "Chantel..." "I told you." "I'm just helping out this once cause you're an idiot." "It can't be that hard." "Where are your parents, anyway?" "Montreal." "They dumped me with my uncle in foxtrap so dad's house is totally deserted." "Weird." "My mom ditched me for work, too." "The girls are bonding over mutual feelings of abandonment." "This investigator's heart strings are definitely being pulled." "More later." "Nature calls." "What's up, doc?" "Mal!" "It's so nice to see you." "What are you doing here?" "Just to check in and and see how things are going." "How are ya?" "Okay." "Well, I'm great." "Here, sit sit." "I'm great, actually." "I heard." "When I threatened to leave they threw a huge incentive package at me." "And then there's this..." "Yeah, congrats..." "Jake told me." "That's fantastic." "David." "My divorce lawyer." "Jake loves that." "He always makes fun of me." "We're happy for you." "All of us." "Jake, too." "Thanks." "So..." "How 'bout you?" "How're you feeling post op?" "I'm fine..." "I'm good." "There was something that you wanted to ask?" "Well, there was one thing." "Okay." "I've been..." "It's nothing, really." "Let me be judge of that." "Heart problems can take a lot of time to work out." "Yeah." "Well, I don't feel..." "I have been feeling... not right." "Ah, sorry... it's Jake." "I was supposed to meet him." "A case we're on." "I'd better be going." "Sorry." "Rain check?" "Yes, but..." "Rose was saying how much she'd like to see you." "I'd love to see her, too." "But, Mal... if something doesn't feel right..." "Nah." "I'm good as gold." "Best kind." "No worries." "Great to see you." "Good to see you." "Thanks for coming over... but you really didn't have to, I'm fine." "Your husband's been kidnapped, Mrs. Jones, I'm not leaving you alone." "So tell me about Robert and Nathan." "They were good buddies, hey?" "They went to high school together." "Long before Nathan and me." "Skydiving, snowboarding, motorcycles... huge adrenaline junkies." "Why don't you stay for a drink?" "I mean, you must be tired after all this excitement?" "I don't know..." "I was thinking maybe I should keep on looking for your kidnapped husband." "That SUV... any idea who it is?" "No... never seen it before." "Why?" "Hey." "Don't move!" "What are you doing here!" "?" "You recognize her, too?" "No." "Of course not!" "I said don't move!" "Yes." "See, it's even in your voice." "I know I know you from somewhere..." "I mean, besides the kidnapping thing, earlier." "Or perhaps I'm mistaken." "Where's your husband's laptop?" "Get her, get her, get her, get her!" "♪" "What the hell, man?" "0kay, Rebecca." "Who was the motorcycle girl, huh?" "I know you knew her?" "Start telling me the truth or I call the cops right now." "No, please." "No police." "I'm dialing 9... 1..." "Wait!" "Alright, fine." "Um... my husband isn't just a mailman." "He works for CSIS." "My husband's a spy." "So, your husband is a spy." "CSIS uses postmen to filter the mail." "Nathan must have intercepted something and now Robert's trying to get it." "So Robert 's a spy, too?" "I don't know." "It's not like either of them talk about these kinds of things." "So, the guy in the SUV who almost killed me and the girl who broke into your house, stole the laptop, are they spies as well?" "I have no idea." "My husband's work is extremely secretive." "He's not allowed to tell me anything." "Makes sense." "Can you give us a second?" "We should be calling the men in the white coats with the little nets." "Something's up with her but I don't think it's that." "I'm not buying spy." "The guy didn't even look good in a tux." "Hey there." "What did you make of Robert 's matchbook?" "Was there 'microfilm?" "'" "Well, it's not for any business that's still in business." "So we're going through old yellow pages, etc." "And what did you dig up about our spy Nathan Jones?" "Nothing." "Zilch." "No debts, no record, not even a parking ticket." "Uh... get out." "Privacy, please." "What are you wearing?" "I ran your plate for you." "Do you want the info or not?" "Yes." "Thank you." "I appreciate that." "See, we can have a healthy working relationship and still... you know..." "No, we can't." "I did it to make sure you don't follow me around all day." "The van is a rental." "Under the name Rebecca Jones." "Really?" "Thank you." "I'll find eight or nine ways of paying you back... forty-seven if you're still wearing that dress." "Jake, we should talk." "There's something I want to tell you." "Good." "Now?" "Later?" "Now is good." "No." "I'll call you." "Okay." "Yeah, um, dad?" "Rose?" "Can I talk to you for a sec?" "Just a sec." "So, the van rental;" "Guess who's name it was rented under?" "Alright, I'll go after her." "You stay here." "No, I'm right behind you." "Thank you for today." "I'm sure you both had better things to do thank babysitting me." "It's our pleasure, sir." "I just wanted to say the whole "we have to look at the future of the city" thing..." "It's great." "You've got a lot of fans, including me." "Oh, thank you." "No." ", thank you, city planner." "I'm sure I'm keeping you from your duty." "It's nice seeing you, sergeant hood and..." "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." "Uh, Bennett." "Sergeant Bennett." "Sergeant Bennett." "Alright." "You could've been a little nicer to his worship." "What's wrong with you?" "She rented the van that kidnapped her husband?" "She must've known we'd find that out?" "Yeah... maybe she just thinks we're terrible investigators." "That SUV, again." "Um..." "I'll bright back." "Hello, international spies?" "Big fat Ronnie... milt." "Sorry 'bout the ear, there, buddy." "I don't know what came over me." "Jake Doyle, p." "I. Looking dandy." "Yeah actually hoping to run into you today." "Really?" "That why you nearly killed me in a head-on collision?" "A case of mistaken identity." "I lend people money, then they pay me back." "That's how it works." "True..." "Then I hear you took the four grand I lent you, and tripled it at the goulds track." "Also true." "Yes." "But..." "You triple the money..." "But you can't pay me my money." "That's not right." "With interest." "Jake, you owe me a lot, what's your car worth?" "Four grand plus two months interest maybe?" "Gimme the keys." "To my car." "No, no." "That's my car." "I mean, milt's already going to pound you." "Are you out of your mind?" "Open the door!" "A little gift." "For you." "It's just..." "Jake is paying me now and I thought, because you were looking at it, you might want it... but you maybe didn't have the money for it." "Like." "And I have a little..." "so I bought you... the fern." "A fern." "You were looking at it." "Are you following me?" "No... no..." "I was..." "Downtown." "I saw you, with the flowers and the shop, and I saw you." "That's all." "It's not creepy." "Like that." "It's not." "Trust me." "It's sweet." "That's a fine line, Dessy." "Where are you going?" "You forgot the..." "This look like a spy's house to you?" "I don't know." "How much do you owe big fat Ronnie?" "Mind your own business." "I was wondering where you got the cash to fix the GTO." "She rides nice, by the way." "Yeah, you hit every pothole on the way over here." "There's got to be something here that'll straighten this all out." "Learning to love lentils." "Terrific tofu." "Vegetarian spies, huh?" "This looks like my future diet." "It'll be a nice change from chicken wings stuffed with ham." "I found a tickle trunk." "That's weird." "How many vegans you know that hunt?" "Depends what they're after." "Why?" "She's got a bunch of DVDs, here." "Hunting trip, middle east." "Hunting trip Germany." "A bunch of them." "Tell me where the microfilm is!" "Did she just say microfilm?" "There's our "spy"." "What is this?" "Rebecca has a DVD of her husband's kidnapping?" "You'd think she'd pass that on..." "You leave me no choice." "Check the date." "This is last winter." "There's our other mailman." "And there's our client." "It's all some kind of game..." "Designer kidnapping." "The new fad for bored people with too much money and an adrenaline addiction." "Whatever happened to going trouting with a few beers?" "You hire people to kidnap you?" "The kidnapper basically plays out any fantasy you want." "This one is "world war two resistance fighters." But they've also done Taliban, IRA, CIA, MI-5... or 6, hard to tell the difference on screen..." "And there's no company in St. John's offering these "services"" "Butter commercial." "Are you paying attention?" "She in a butter commercial." "I knew I knew her." "She's a local actor." "They hire an actress to kidnap them..." "And then hire us to spice it up a little." "Right." "Which is why Robert dropped this matchbook." "It was for an old gas station on Torbay road." "Well, Rebecca's not answering her phone." "She knows we're onto her." "Let's go hunt her down." "Why?" "The whole thing is fake." "If she pays us, the money's not going to be fake." "Not you, pal." "I have to speak with you." "Oh..." "Okay." "What's up?" "I ratted you out." "I'm going to that gas station from the matchbook." "Six months ago, I watched you in that hospital bed... you nearly died." "I didn't want to worry you." "Well, good luck with that." "You shut me out on something like this again and I'll cut you." "Sounds dirty." "No dirty for you." "Until we get some heart tests done." "Which you're going tomorrow." "I set it up with Nikki." "Okay?" "It's okay." "Leslie... what's going on here?" "Why do I get the sinking feeling this all has something to do with my client?" "I don't know, Jack, you tell me." "Oh, Nathan, Nathan..." "We got the official cause of death this morning." "Nathan" "Jones died from a reaction to the latex glove shoved down his throat." ""Antipathetic" shock." "It can kill you in a heartbeat." "Anaphylactic, honey." "Exactly." "An allergy to latex?" "You'd think that would be something his wife would know about." "And his best friend." "Not to mention a hired kidnapper." "But why would any of them kill Nathan after he hired us?" "They knew we'd be digging around." "An accident?" "I need to talk to the actress gal." "See what she thought of all of this." "I found her." "No agent." "No website." "But check out her current gig..." "Oh, yeah." "There is a home in this laneway that is known by many." "Understood by few." "In the spot where you all..." "Where you stand right now in the historical Wilcott's lane..." "There were three sisters, each one fairer..." "We need to talk to ye creepy priest of olde." "Now." "Boo." "The end." "He died?" "I can't believe it." "So you weren't there?" "I had six tours yesterday." "I left right after we snatched him." "This is crazy, it was just a stupid game." "Why did you break into Rebecca's?" "You know, the whole gun thing?" "Robert told me to." "He told me to steal the laptop." "Why?" "He picked it up from me right after." "Robert and Nathan..." "They always wanted it riskier and riskier." "Sometimes I think they forgot it was just a game." "Yeah." "Look..." "You're going to need a lawyer." "Okay?" "Call him." "We'll be telling the police where to find you." "Of course." "Yes." "Thank you." "We should find Robert the mailman on his route..." "let's go talk to him." "Yeah... sorry, skipper." "Heart test time." "The level of betrayal here is shocking." "I don't want you to die." "Sue me." "You should write greeting cards." "You've got a real flair for sentiment." "Hi, there." "Hi." "Hey there..." "Robert." "We gotta chat." "What do you want?" "So we're still on." "We're not pulling the plug... with Rebecca... the tape and..." "I have no idea what you are talking about." "We need to talk." "Now." "You're the enemy." "The enemy?" "Look, buddy..." "I don't know if you're bluffing or whatever... do you even know what happened to Nathan?" "He didn't cooperate." "That's what happened." "No, rober you've got to talk to the police." "This is serious..." "You'll never take me alive." "And I'm not chasing after you, ya moron!" "Yeah, hi, Rose." "Do me a favour, will you, can you get me Robert's address." "Please, thank you." "And tell dad to meet me there." "When he's finished getting his ticker checked." "You just have to be really careful with the lights." "Because the root system is so tiny, right now, the clones can burn really easy." "How did you even learn all this?" "You can find the plans for a nuclear bomb on the" "Internet." "Cloning is simple." "The girls are cloning." "Repeat:" "Cloning." "Stay tuned." "Robert!" "Robert!" "I can't believe you ratted me out." "My own son." "Do have any idea what those "doctors" just did to me." "Would you please stop sooking." "All right?" "Be a man." "You're really getting on my nerves." "You're getting edgy." "How long's the moratorium been now?" "Starting to give you the bends?" "See... every time I try to better myself... make a change..." "I got people like you making comments." "Right." "And I'm the sook." "Check the drawers." "We're looking for any reason why" "Robert might want to murder his best friend." "Jake... you might be the best detective I've ever known, but as a person... you're an accident waiting to happen." "What did you just say?" "I called you an emotional train wreck with behavioural disorders." "No, no, no, before that." "I called you a moron?" "No..." "You said I was the best detective you've ever" "No, I didn't." "Yes, you did." "Wait a sec..." "That's the same photo" "Rebecca and Nathan have." "Mata Hari." "Jake..." "Box of latex gloves." "Just sitting on his counter." "If he killed his best friend, you'd think he'd do a better job of hiding the murder weapon." "Still on the job?" "Man, you guys are hardcore." "Time out, okay?" "I'm exhausted." "Excuse me." "Down!" "Down!" "Now!" "On the floor!" "Show me your hands..." "Jake?" "Yeah." "He look like a murderer to you?" "Hard to say." "What were you two doing in his apartment?" "And why are you still meddling in this case?" "I know this looks bad..." "I get that." "You think he killed Nathan Jones?" "His fingerprints are all over the crime scene." "Look, how many times do I have to say this?" "Stay out of it, both of you." "Please." "Turn that up, huh." "It's clear why Leslie wants nothing to do with you." "You never listen to a word she says." "I listen fine." "I just don't obey very good." "That's all." "What are you talking about?" "Nathan Jones is dead." "When was the last time you saw him?" "Ah... yesterday." "We were..." "He's really dead?" "Yeah." "Really." "What about Rebecca Jones?" "She called me today... asking me about Nathan and the girl, Heather." "What girl?" "Heather, he was seeing her, an actress." "And" "Nathan made a tape of them... you know, with sex... and Rebecca found it." "She was pissed." "It was supposed to be just a game..." "Those two went too far." "They would always go too far." "If Rebecca found that flash drive and killed Nathan..." "Heather could be next." "I don't think Leslie is too interested in our theories..." "Jake..." "What?" "Come on!" "Let's go." "I know you... part of you... wants to solve this thing to impress Leslie." "So?" "That, get paid... and of course not end up in jail ourselves." "There she is." "Heather!" "Heather!" "Who's this, now?" "Where's Heather." "She was a no-show this afternoon." "Did she say why?" "She just disappeared." "I had to fill in last minute." "A no-show?" "We gotta find Rebecca." "Subject smuggling in large quantities of tubing." "Best case scenario:" "Building possible gerbil colony." "Des!" "You are spying on me." "Oww, oww..." "No, no!" "No!" "I'm on assignment from Rose!" "Rose has you following me?" "She gave me an assignment." "To follow someone... anyone." "And I picked you." "You tell her anything, anything, about what you saw, you're a dead man." "This isn't about gerbils, is it?" "I'm just helping my friend." "It's no big deal." "There's loads of other ways to make money, besides growing pot." "Not a lot of money." "I want to go to London to school," "Des." "It's expensive." "So I can help you." "I have small business ideas... or Jake can help you Mal and Rose or your mom." "I'm sick of being someone else's problem." "I just... this whole thing... it's trouble..." "I don't even know if I'm doing this." "I'm just helping out Chantel." "Now, get out of here and keep your mouth shut." "You're going to London?" "Maybe." "Surveillance temporarily suspended due to what feels like a punctured lung." "Rebecca!" "Can't you pick the lock?" "I'm try..." "I'm trying!" "Get out of the way." "Someone did a job on this place." "Yeah." "Where's the Mata Hari?" "Huh!" "Looks like Nathan had a little hiding place." "But for what?" "A flash drive." "Jake, look at this." "You've been a very bad man." "Who's she supposed to be?" "Mata Hari?" "You want to be punished?" "She's very talented." "How's that?" "Yes, more!" "More?" "Like a regular Friday night for you?" "Okay, okay enough of the hard stuff, you have a heart condition." "I guess I should call Rebecca." "What would you do to our dominatrix friend here if you were Rebecca?" "Shhh." "She tossed her phone when she watched the tape... can't blame her." "Look at this." "Is this Rebecca to Heather or Heather to Rebecca?" "Come on... we don't have much time." "Where are we going?" "To "the spot."" "There's Rebecca's car." "So Rebecca lured Heather back to the barn." "She wants to kill Heather in the same spot she killed her husband." "I wouldn't bet on it." "After seeing that tape, I don't know why she wouldn't." "Jealousy's a powerful motive." "That's Rebecca's motive today..." "Nathan died yesterday." "But you're right about one thing..." "it's all about the flash drive." "How long?" "How long were you and Nathan having an affair?" "It wasn't an affair." "You have to believe me." "Don't lie to me." "I saw it all." "He promised me ten thousand dollars to make that video." "I was going to go to L.A." "You're lying..." "He wouldn't do that." "Then he said he'd spread it all over the Internet if I didn't keep playing his perverted little games." "There's your motive." "You're a liar!" "You're both liars!" "Shut up!" "And there's your murderer." "What you doing?" "You're going to shoot me?" "It wasn't supposed to happen..." "I didn't know the glove would kill him." "Kill him?" "What are you talking about?" "Nathan's dead?" "I'm sorry..." "I just..." "just give me the flash drive." "Please." "Sorry!" "Sorry!" "I didn't mean to do that." "I just need that flash drive." "It's okay." "I have the flash drive." "Okay, I don't..." "I don't have it!" "Just stop shooting at me." "Sorry!" "So do you have it or not?" "Are you going to stop shooting at me?" "Yes." "Okay, I have it." "Sorry, sorry, sorry!" "Just put on the safety." "Okay... alright I've got it now." "Come out here..." "Game over." "Think you impressed her?" "I'm going to find out." "How am I going to get home?" "Rose, honey, I'm home..." "Oh... the firing squad has arrived." "So..." "What's up?" "Am I dead?" "No... but we have to adjust your medication." "One shot, once a month and you should be okay." "But I'm a doctor, so that isn't formal advice." "I'll deny it in court." "How long have I got?" "At least two or three decades..." "You're fine, Mal." "Good as gold." "That's a relief." "Hey, how's that assignment coming?" "Oh, it's coming." "Just finishing touches." "I'll have it all on your desk..." "So you're all better, then?" "More pills and less salt beef." "You should come home." "Celebrate with us." "I'd like to... but I gotta do something first." "I'm guessing this celibacy thing is out the window then." "Would you please please please stop talking about my sex life." "And I'm glad you're okay." "Not as glad as me." "See you later." "See you later, skipper." "Sergeant Bennett." "Mayor." "So, do you charge by the hour?" "Oh, I'm not cheap." "That's for sure." "I don't think you could afford me." "Come on, how expensive?" "Well, let's just say my hourly rate is higher than your weekly salary." "Seriously?" "Seriously." "But believe me, I'm worth it." "So you like to eavesdrop?" "Yeah, sorry." "It's a force of habit." "Really?" "I just have to say of my range as well... and my league in general." "What I'm trying to say is you can do much better than me." "Is that right?" "Obviously." "I don't want to waste too much of your time." "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure." "You know..." "I've never..." "I don't think I could ever, partake in that kind of thing... your kind of thing." "But uh..." "Do you really make that much?" "When I was on my own I made a lot more." "On your own?" "Yeah." "Before..." "I'm more of an exclusive worker for government now." "Is that so?" "Best use of tax dollars I've ever heard of." "Thank you." "Cheers!" "Cheers." "And don't get me wrong..." "I can see you're worth it... but" "I hope I never have to pay for sex." "Pay for sex?" "Hey, there you are!" "Good... you found each other!" "That's good, that's good, 'cause I was going to introduce you anyway." "Allison Jenkins, this is Jake Doyle..." "Allison's the new crown attorney." "Of course you are." "You two will probably be seeing a lot of each other." "The crown hires Jake all the time... he's a private dick." "Dick, huh?" "Yeah, that makes sense."