All language subtitles for The Listener S04E02 The Blue Line.eng

So the wife says, "Matty's
teacher wants to see us."

I'm like, "My only night off
and I've got to listen to this guy

go off on my kid for not handing
in a second grade book report?"

It's how it starts, man.
He better buckle down

or he's gonna end up
driving a security truck.

(Truck honking) Nice. Hey, what's this?

I'm gonna give us some space here.

Hey, watch it!

- Call it in.
- Base, this is 7070.

We're being robbed,
Dundas, west of Annette.

Put down the radio
and get out of the truck!

What do we do?

We got ballistic glass, three quarter
inch chromium hardened plate arm our.

They couldn't get to
us with assault rifles.

We're moving.

(Gunshots)

It's not possible. Base, this
is 7070. We need help now!

Open the door and get out

or you're both dead! Now!

Pull him against the
truck and tie him down.

(Guard groaning)

Get the keys! We've got less than a minute!

(Woman): All units, we have
an armed robbery in progress,

Dundas Street, west of
Annette. Please respond.

521 responding. We're
right around the corner.

(Siren)

Gentlemen, company!

Down! Down on the ground!

Go!

♪

The Listener 04x02 The Blue
Line Origianl Air Date June 5, 2013

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♪ Going to a bar opening tonight ♪

♪ gonna drink several
free cocktails tonight ♪

- What's up? How you doing?
- Is that what you're wearing?

Yeah. What are you...

Why are you dressed up?
Come on, we're going out.

- Where are you going?
- Where are we going?

Our neighbour Gillian, her bar opening
is tonight. Come on, go get dressed.

I've gotta finish this book on
modern homicide investigation.

- What is this?
- Check it out.

It's pretty insane.

Oh, geez! It's bad
enough they killed the guy,

they turned him into a human puzzle.

Why are you reading this?

If I'm gonna work IIB, I've
gotta ramp up my skills.

You can already read people's minds.
What more do they want from you?

Ballistics, criminal psychology,

advanced interrogation
techniques. You know, skills.

Why don't we leave this
disgusting book behind,

and we can go down to this bar opening,

and you can interrogate the bartenders.

I'm halfway through a chapter
on the progress of lividity

in the first 12 hours after a homicide.

I know what the progress of lividity is.

You know, I didn't even
know what lividity was.

- Can't really say.
- Hi. What's up?

Yeah?

Ok, alright. Well, I'll...

I'll be right there.

- What's going on?
- That was Michelle.

- We have a case.
- Oh, I see,

Michelle calls, and then
you're right out the window.

- I wear a tie...
- Make sure you lock the door.

- I try to present myself well.
- Say hello to Gillian.

And I'm going by myself now? Thanks.

"Modern homicide."

Oh, my God, I can't even touch the page.

That is... The floor of a slaughterhouse.

Oh, that one's not so bad.

- Thought you'd never get here.
- So how bad is it?

The worst. Two cops are down.

One is dead. One is critically injured.

One of these guards was
shot as well. Whoever did this,

they're using arm our-piercing bullets.

Cut through the officers'
car, her body arm our

- like it wasn't even there.
- Why isn't this a Metro case?

The mayor's office
tagged us. If it gets out

that the bad guys are
amping up their firepower,

it could be a public relations disaster.

Do we have the name of the dead officer?

Carrie Foster.

You knew her?

Carrie graduated a few years
behind me in Police College.

I just spoke with her. She was...

Studying for her sergeant's exam.

I'm sorry, Michelle.

Do they need someone to tell her mom?

Her staff sergeant was
gonna break the news,

but I'm sure they could use your help.

Do you need time? I can get
Dev to work with Toby on this.

I'm fine.

Alright.

These bullets can cut halfway
through an apartment building,

so let's get these cowboys off the
street before more innocent people die.

Look, if you need any time...

Let's do this.

They took us by surprise. I don't know...

IIB.

- What can you tell us?
- They shot him.

They weren't supposed to be
able to do that. Ballistic glass.

The guys who came at us just had pistols.

- How many of them were there?
- Four. I don't know,

five maybe... They were wearing masks.

Hey, watch it! Put down the radio!

I gotta see my partner. I
gotta know that he's ok.

Thank you.

It's just like he said.
There were 5 of them.

They got away in a gray car.
Looked like they had handguns.

Glock 17s.

You've been doing your homework.

Let's see what Dev can tell us.

Lethal projectiles 101.

Now, what these guys were firing
were 9mm arm our-piercing bullets.

It's a high explosive load
with a tungsten steel penetrator

embedded in the projectile.
When the rest of the slug flattens,

the penetrator just keeps on going.

It's designed to carry the maximum amount
of energy as deep as possible into the target.

I mean, to go through a three
quarter inch plate of arm our,

they'd have to be 50% more powerful
than anything else on the market.

So who manufactures them?

Nobody. Nobody commercially, anyway.

These were hand loaded by
someone who knows exactly

what they're doing. Like I
said, these are very special.

So where does a bad guy
go to get bullets like this?

I'm still trying to match the
profile, but we don't have

anything like this in the database.

I'd say best bet is to go
old school, hit the streets.

I know a guy who has his ear to the ground

for this kind of thing. He'll know.

And here we have

the emergency room or ER

as I like to call it. I'm
a big fan of acronyms.

Oh, great! This will be fabulous background

for my article. It must get
pretty crazy in here sometimes.

The staff here is top notch. If you were

to say anything about the
St. Luke's Emergency Room,

it's that...

You're always...

Under control. (Woman): Is it red?

Excuse me. Hi. Hi.

What are you doing here?

It's a glam holiday side updo.

No, I mean, what are you doing here?

- Where else would we be?
- Uh, I don't know.

Any number of places that is
not an emergency room, maybe.

It's her wedding in 2 hours. Bridesmaid got
brought in and she won't leave Cindy's side.

Sounds like a bad case of muscle
relaxants and mimosas if you ask me.

That is not a professional medical opinion.
Don't bother writing that. Hi, you are...?

- Gorgeous!
- Ok...

Gregory Gorgeous. Don't
worry, I'm not sick though.

Just here visiting a friend.

She has chest pains. They say arrhythmia,

but I'm pretty sure
it's just a broken heart.

Oh, actually, heartache can
often resemble the symptoms

of arrhythmia with the anxiety
and the spike in adrenaline...

You might want to help those girls over
there, though. Blood and tartan hasn't been in

since Braveheart.

Yeah, I'll get right on
that, ok? Excuse me.

Hey, Sandy, is it a full moon?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, I thought it was me.

Missy, this is Sandy Wardwell,
the head nurse here in the ER.

And, Sandy, this is Missy Johnson.
She's writing that article on the hospital.

Well, an inside look at a
state of the art medical facility.

My interview with Mr. Bey
has been incredibly stimulating.

If you think that's stimulating, you should
see him with some candles and red wine.

Umm, you know what Missy, why don't
we have you meet some of the patients?

The nurses can tell you all about the
topnotch service here at the hospital.

There you go.

Do you mind not piling it on?
I'm already having a hard time.

I don't like talking to media,
gotta watch everything you say.

Relax, ok? You're doing great.

Did Toby give you a
rain check from last night?

No, he still hasn't got back
to me. He's way too busy

learning the entire Canadian
criminal code. He has no time

to hang out with me and
work on a hangover, you know?

(Sandy): You make it sound so appealing.

Baby sick! Somebody's gotta help! Somebody?

Ok, I think it's time to call security.

Mike, we're gonna need 2 guards.

It's not a real baby everybody.
It's fine. Just right there.

McCluskey.

Surprise seeing you here.

Let me guess. You missed me?

A friend of mine was
just killed by one of these.

AP bullets. Home cooked.

Yeah, well, last I checked,
sergeant, those were illegal.

I've been out of all that since
the last time you saw me.

- Who's selling them?
- I told you,

I don't know about illegal weapons or ammo.

So then you don't mind if the Guns

and Gangs Squad checks
the false wall in your apartment?

I imagine there's enough
illegal ordinance there

- to start a small army.
- Tell us about the bullets.

Ok, well I might know a couple of people

who might know how to do that kind of work.

We're gonna need names and numbers.

So that's it? He gives us a few names,

we let him go on the guns?

No, no. Guns and Gangs will be here

in about 20 minutes having
a field day with this guy.

Nice.

How you doing?

I told you. I'm fine.

You wanna tell me about Carrie?

We met when I, um...

when I went to go talk to her class.

I'd been moving up
the ranks pretty quickly,

and I guess they thought
I had something to share.

So I told them about
real life, what to expect,

what they would get out of
school, what they wouldn't.

When they started asking
questions, most of the kids

just wanted to know about...

how to advance... when
to expect a pay raise.

But Carrie was different.

She wanted to know why I got into this job.

And what I cared about.

If I ever had to compromise my...

morality or judgment.

I told them about regrets

and fears...

And all the times they would question

why they had even gotten
into the job in the first place.

I think that scared some of
the kids off but Carrie, umm...

She just sat there nodding.

Like she had figured it all out,

and I had just given her confirmation.

She did her job with honor

right up 'til the end.

Yeah. I just wish I would
have warned her off

a little bit more.

So they retrieved the getaway car.

It was reported stolen from
a parking lot in the east end.

Forensics is working it for prints,
but they haven't found anything.

There won't be any. These guys are pros.

I also received the armored car report.

The loss was close to 350,000.

Ah, so that's what a cop's life is worth.

Check back in with the company
and see if any of their employees

- have leaked routes or schedules, ok?
- Right.

What do you think?
They're gonna strike again?

These guys killed cops.

There's no fear there. It's
not a matter of if, it's when.

I'm still working my way
through your dealer's list,

but a lot of these guys
are hard to track down.

I guess they don't have web pages, do they?

If only.

No, 2 of them are in jail. And
3 of them moved out of town.

Vancouver, Montreal,

Winnipeg. There's a
couple I'm still trying to find.

- Ok.
- Dev, pull up the local news.

Superintendent Martell, is
this part of an emerging pattern?

Have you caught the shooter?

It's an ongoing investigation,
we have promising leads.

The thieves were using arm our-piercing
ammunition. Where did they get it?

Catching the gunmen and
getting the bullets off the street

is our number one priority.
I have an elite IIB team

- led by Alvin Klein on top of it.
- Ha!

We'll have answers in the next 24 hours.

- Superintendent Martell...
- That's all for now.

- Hm!
- That's the new superintendent.

Determined to make first
female commissioner by age 40.

She mentioned you by
name. She's got a lot of faith.

No, she just told everybody who to blame

if we don't take these guys down quickly.

Playing politics with
one cop in the morgue.

Trouble runs downhill. We just happen
to be at the bottom of the hill right now.

Guys, I think I got something
on one of the guys on the list.

His name is Grant Bogle.

I did a background check
on him. It seems he worked

as an engineer at a mechanical
company up until 6 months ago.

Past tense. What is he up to now?

Well, the company went under.
No further employment records.

What about criminal record?

That's the thing. No
arrests, no flags or anything,

but it seems that he went to the
Department of National Defense

and tried to sell them a brand new type

of small caliber arm
our-piercing ammunition.

Also, the application says it's
9mm. It's the same as our shooters.

Why does a research engineer
start robbing armored cars?

Let's ask him. Dev, do you have an address?

- I'll send it to your phone.
- I'll scramble a team

- to meet you there.
- Ok. Let's go.

(Siren)

IIB! We have a warrant!

Check the living room! Go! Go! Go!

- Move!
- Upstairs, clear!

Clear!

IIB! Hands in the air!

- Stop right there!
- Michelle...

He's not armed! He's not armed.

(Door opening) Don't move! Don't move!

Show me your hands!

Looks like we found our cop killer.

(Handcuffs clicking)

I told you I don't know
anything about a shooting.

You must be the one
person in town who doesn't.

You don't watch the news?

- No. I've been, I've been busy.
- Yeah, Mr. Bogle,

I'm not sure you understand
what's going on here,

- how much trouble you're in.
- I didn't do anything.

You manufactured the bullets that killed a
friend of mine and injured 2 other people.

(Bogle): I didn't make them for this.

You're looking at spending
the rest of your life in prison.

You know, you don't have
to take the heat for all this.

There are ways you can help yourself.

You just tell us who you worked with.

- I'm not working with anybody.
- Come on.

I'm an engineer. I'm an inventor.

I mean, I tried selling them
to armed forces. I contacted

the Department of National
Defense, the U.S. Military.

- I've got records!
- So, what is it?

You lost your job? You tried
to sell the bullets underground

- to make some quick cash?
- No! No! No!

I wouldn't hurt anybody.

- Especially not a police officer.
- Your bullets!

You're the one that's gonna wear it!

Ok...

I, uh...

I sold conventional shells for hunters,
but you can buy those anywhere.

Now the arm our-piercing
bullets, those were experimental,

so I wouldn't have sold them.
So how did they get used?

I was robbed a couple of months ago.

They took my television and some jewelry.

I filed a report with the police.
You can check if you want to.

You're saying that you
reported the bullets stolen?

No. I know, it's stupid. I was scared.

I didn't want to get
into trouble. I just hoped

that they didn't know what they
had and they wouldn't get used.

How many did they get?

One rack. 120.

That and the ones you found
in my shop, that's all I have.

- Now, you're lying.
- No.

You are lying. You were
at the scene of the shooting.

No, no, no! I was at an
AA meeting last night!

- So you just planned it, then?
- No! No!

Mr. Bogle is free to go.

- What!?
- His lawyer has arranged bail.

No. This is not happening.

I want to see both of
you in my office, now.

You're gonna be just fine, ok?

What the hell was that?

His lawyer got to Judge Hewitt.

He got lawyered up pretty fast.

Yes, it's always this
way with cases like this.

Lawyers are all over it.
Everybody wants to be in the news.

And the judge believes
that the bullets were stolen?

Well, he did file a robbery
report a couple months back.

Yeah, but that doesn't mean that's
when the bullets switched hands.

Yes, but between that and his application

to the Department of Defense...
And the fact that he has

an airtight alibi for
the night of the murder,

the judge felt there was a case for bail.

As much as we don't like it sometimes,

there is still a thing called due process.

Yeah, well, the guy killed a cop,

- it doesn't get worse than this.
- Actually...

Alvin Klein?

It might. Here we go.

I've been telling the press we had our guy.

You just made me look like an idiot.

With all due respect, it
wasn't me that did that.

How did you let him
slip through your fingers?

- Ask the judge.
- You should have a confession!

- We were working on it.
- And you failed.

What would you have
recommended? Water boarding?

- I need you to make this right.
- Oh, we're gonna find

who killed Officer Foster
and apprehend them.

Not looking like an idiot is
something you're gonna have

to work on yourself... sir.

They told me you were a smartass.

I don't know what's so
damn special about your unit

that you've been getting carte blanche
from this organization for so long,

but you'd better show me.

Fast.

(Klein exhaling)

What? I thought that went well, didn't you?

- Yeah.
- Pretty good.

Listen. Dev just texted me. He
says that there's no connection

between the bank and
the armored car company.

Alright. So our prime
suspect walks out the door,

and the only thing we have to connect him

- is these bullets that he made?
- I read Bogle.

Nothing clear, but it does appear that

there really was a break-in, and
I saw someone threatening him.

- I don't know what that means.
- It doesn't mean that he's innocent.

Also, at one point when we
were talking about the bullets,

I saw a red door with
a sign, Astarte, on it.

- Maybe we get Dev on that.
- Yeah, definitely. It would be nice

to have something more
concrete than Toby's reads.

- Sure.
- Yeah. In the meantime,

I have something I have to take care of.

- Maybe you want to come with me?
- Yeah.

Welcome to the hardest part.

Look, I can't imagine how
you feel right now, Michelle.

Michelle.

You did good back there. And I
think you really helped her out.

Helping her would be getting
the guy who killed her daughter

instead of letting a creep like
Bogle back out on the street.

Michelle. We've gotta
entertain the possibility

- that he didn't do it.
- Well, even if he didn't,

he knows who did and he's
not talking. That's just as bad.

(Phone ringing)

- Yeah? Dev: - Hey Michelle, it's me.

I looked up the word
"Astarte" from Toby's read.

It turns out it's the engineering company

that Bogle worked for before it closed up.

Ok, so what are you
saying? It's a dead end?

No. The building's still for sale,

But it hasn't been occupied since.

- The door I saw in my read might be there.
- Dev, do you have an address?

- It's 2700, Eastern Avenue.
- Ok, we'll check it out. Thanks.

♪

(Siren)

Yeah, this is the sign I
saw. And that's the red door.

(Car starting up)

- What the hell was that? Alright?
- Yeah.

- Did you get the plate?
- Got it.

Whoa!

Yeah, let's go in.

There's more of these out
there, and the shooters have them.

You still think Bogle's innocent?

So I've checked up on the
van you saw racing away

from Astarte. The license plate
was stolen a couple weeks ago.

Ok, so we know that Bogle lied, and we know

there are more bullets, and
he knew where they were.

We have to assume the
same people did the shooting.

We should also assume they're
gonna use those bullets soon.

They didn't get what they wanted
from the first heist, and the heat's on.

If they were forcing
him to make the bullets,

why doesn't he just tell us?
We could help him, right?

Well, just because he was threatened
doesn't mean he wasn't involved.

Ok, let's pay our bullet
maker another visit.

Yup, ok.

What are you guys doing here?

- You're not happy to see us?
- You ripped my house apart.

You arrest me. Why should I be?

We're here to give you
the benefit of the doubt.

- I don't have time for games.
- You lied about having more bullets.

You or someone you work with just
picked some up from your old workplace

- where you were hiding them.
- There are no more bullets.

Mr. Bogle, we know there are more bullets.

We know they were used
to kill an officer the other day.

We know someone's threatening you.

You gotta trust us, we can help you.

Please!

You guys don't know
what you're talking about.

I told you, I don't know
anything about any bullets.

They threatened someone you care about.

I'm scared! Just give him
what he wants, please!

If you're not here to
arrest me, we're done here.

Ok, I don't think you understand

- Michelle.
- How this works...

You know where to reach
us if you change your mind.

We can help you.

What was that about? I
was just getting warmed up.

He wasn't going to tell
us anything, Michelle.

Well I guess you haven't seen me warmed up.

They've got someone he
cares about. I saw a woman.

It could be his daughter,
a niece, I don't know.

This is Amy Bogle. She's 22 years old.

Bogle's only daughter.

I saw her being threatened
when I read Bogle.

Well, there's no evidence
of her at the house.

She's been out of the
house for the last 3 years.

She studied psychology at U of T,

and she graduated 2 years ago.
She's been working as a temp,

but the agency she works through said
she hasn't called in for work in a few weeks.

So, have we checked her apartment?

Yeah. There was some food
that had gone bad in the fridge.

Her neighbours said she kept to herself,
but they haven't seen her in a little while either.

Did you have any luck putting
together an image of the guy

that Toby saw threatening her? Yeah.

Voila!

Yeah. It's a little bit
thinner, but it's pretty close.

I still haven't got a match, but I'm
widening out to other databases.

If this guy has those bullets,
and he's planning another job,

we have to figure out what it
is and cut him off at the pass.

The problem is Bogle is our only way in,

but because he's protecting his daughter

he's the last person who's
going to talk right now.

Then it's up to you, Dev. We
need to know who he is and fast.

Have I mentioned how much I
don't like working under pressure?

Trust me. The pressure
hasn't even started yet.

I have to bring Martell up to speed.

This could take some time.

Well, there's no point
in both of us staring

over Dev's shoulder. I'll give
you a call if anything comes up.

- Yeah? Ok.
- Yeah.

You're not literal... you're gonna
stare over my shoulder the whole time.

So then the managing editor
says, "I think you'd be great

at blogging!" And I say,

"We're doing news here,
Gabe. Blogging is for people

sitting in their basements
writing about their cats."

And then I said,

"I want to do a feature story

about chimpanzee drug gangs."

Mmmhmm. That would be an interesting story.

(Tia laughing) Toby...

- That'd be good. What?
- You're not even here.

Alright, I'm sorry.

The officer who was killed
was a friend of Michelle's.

Oh, I'm sorry.

And Michelle brought me to
go see the officer's mother.

She said it was gonna be
something I have to get used to.

I'm not sure that I want to.

And...

Seeing the mother cry,

and seeing Michelle torn up, I don't
know, just, it was real, you know?

Hmm..

- Do you love what you're doing?
- I do.

More than anything I've ever done.

Well, then that's your answer.
You can't not be doing it.

Toby, you're different than them.

'Cause most of the time, they can
keep a distance from other people.

But I've watched you, and you...

feel too much for others.

And you're doing that
thing again, shutting me out.

What? Hey, come on, we're talking.

- I'm open to you.
- You talk about things

that are safe and nice.

How come I always feel

like there's this whole
other side you're hiding?

Alright, you wanna hear my story?

I was taken from my
mother when I was a kid,

and I was raised in a bunch

of crap... foster homes.

I ran with some bad kids
and I was in juvie for a while.

There was a point where
I knew I didn't want that,

so I knew my way out
was through helping people.

But Toby, I've been a reporter long enough

to know when there's
a story behind the story.

And that's where I need to go.

I'm not one of your stories, Tia.

Come on, maybe the more you know

about what's going on
inside someone's head,

the less you really understand about them.

Hmm...

So you're not just a
mystery, you're a philosopher.

- Didn't buy that, did you?
- No. Ha! Ha! Ha!

Something like that. (Cell
phone ringing) You don't give up.

I gotta take this. Hey, what's up?

Toby, it's going
sideways. Martell just gave

a press conference saying
that Bogle is cooperating with us,

and the case should be
cleared within the next 24 hours.

But he didn't say anything.

I guess she's trying to scare him

Into asking for protection.

Alright, well, she has just
signed his death warrant.

Yeah. Listen I'm on my way to
you now. We need to get to him first.

- I'll see you soon.
- Oaky.

Bogle?

You did not hear any of this.

What I hear when we're
together is just between us.

- You know that.
- Alright.

Alright. I'll... I'll call you later.

Yes.

Here. This one's on me.

My treat. Thank you.

- See you later. Bye.
- Bye.

What makes Martell think
outing Bogle's a good idea?

Either he gets spooked and
talks or he gets himself killed.

Martell wins either way,
right? I mean, we take out

the real bad guys or the
public gets the satisfaction

of seeing him get convicted.

Maybe this is the one thing that
shakes him enough to actually talk.

All we can do now is make
sure this doesn't get any worse.

(Phone ringing) Yeah?

Dev: Hey, Michelle, I think I have
a name for Toby's mystery man.

His name is Kurt Marker,
and he is a scary, scary dude.

He has a history of violent crime
stretching back to his early teens.

Manslaughter, a string
of suspected homicides

they haven't been able to tie to him.

They say, he makes a
point of not leaving witnesses.

Ok, is there any connection to
the bank or the security company?

- No. Nothing I could find.
- Do we have a location on him, Dev?

He got out of prison about 3 months ago,

And fell off the parole board's radar.
I'm sending a description out to the troops.

Ok. We'll check back in
after we get Bogle. Thanks.

What have you done to me?

You told the press that I was helping you!?

No that wasn't us.

But it shouldn't matter because
you don't know anything about it, right.

It's a lie! Now you tell
them, tell them to take it back!

We know they have your daughter.
We want to help you get her back.

We know about Kurt Marker, ok?
We're just trying to help you here.

- I didn't even know his name.
- What's he planning to do with the bullets?

I don't know. He said he would kill her

- if I didn't supply him.
- You gotta know something

about him. A contact,
anything? It was 2 weeks ago.

He stopped me on the
street. He told me he had Amy.

That's all I... (Gunshot)

(Two gunshots)

Michelle, call an ambulance!

(Indistinct talking)

Hey! Are you sure you're ok, man?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah!
- It's messed up, what happened.

It's this new superintendent trying to put
the screws to him. Set him up to get shot.

Bet you didn't read that in
Modern Homicide Investigation.

Solving crimes is one
thing. Politics is another.

It's a dirty game, it's
why I stay out of it.

- Yeah, right?
- They said if you want

to see him, it's ok.
Ok. He's gonna make it.

Can we get in there to talk to him?

- Yeah, a couple of minutes.
- Michelle, we're good. Thank you.

- Don't go too hard on him.
- Thanks.

So a patient in triage 6 needs a CBC test.

You might as well check
blood serum while you're at it.

Sure.

Excuse me.

- Missy, right?
- Right.

Did you get everything
you need for your story?

I'm sure I do. I just wanted to ask, I
won't catch anything from being here

the last few days, will I?

Nothing more than a case of boredom.

- Ah, ok.
- So when is this story coming out?

Oh, uh, well, it should be out by...

you know, it's pretty
competitive to get column space

- these days.
- Are you even writing a story?

Yes. Of course. It's just that
I'm not exactly a reporter yet.

Excuse me?

When I got out of journalism
school, the only job I could get

was in the mail room.
But I'm a great reporter,

and I need this story.
This will make my career.

Promise you won't tell?

You have my word.

Ok. Thank you.

Wasn't the full moon over yesterday?

Mr. Bogle, we're not... happy
with what happened here,

but what's important
is finding your daughter.

I told you, I don't know where they are.

They knew about your bullets somehow.

None of them knew about
the arm our-piercing shells.

- Did your daughter know about them?
- Yeah, I showed her.

I wanted her... you
know, to be proud of me.

Ok, maybe she told a friend?

I don't know her friends...

it's part of the problem.

Look, after my wife died,

I, uh...

I couldn't deal with it,

and Amy needed me,

and I just disappeared
into my work, and I started

drinking more and
then she just finally left,

and she got her own
life. You know, I've been...

trying to get back to her.

There's gotta be something
that you know about your daughter

or a place that she hangs out,

an activity that she does, friends.

She visited about a month ago, and,

as she was leaving, she asked
me to drop her off somewhere.

It was a... it was a club.

I wouldn't have driven you
here I'm meeting my friends!

Do you know anything about my life at all?

I would like to know
something about your life, but...

- Too late!
- Get back in here!

It's so great that you're
trying to be a dad now...

Get back in here!I didn't
like the look of the place.

We got into arguing about it.

It's the last I saw of her

before they took her, and, uh...

I had to end it with an argument.

Do you remember the name of the club?

That's Club Nine. It's on Queen West.

Ok.

Just please find her.

I need one chance just
to make it right with her.

- We'll do our best.
- Thank you.

When he thought about
dropping his daughter off at the bar,

he saw her walk past
Marker and another guy.

They were checking her out.

Ok, so she met Marker.

He found out about her father's work.

He tried to get close to her so he
could get his hands on the bullets.

What about the guy that was with
Marker? Do you think he's involved?

They seemed pretty tight,
yeah. We should check him out.

- Sounds like a lead.
- Hm-hm!

So I checked all of Marker's contacts

up against the description of the
guy Toby saw him with in his read.

And my best bet is it's this guy...

Bingo! That's the guy.

It's Theo Rechell. He's the
head of one of the fastest-growing

criminal organizations in the
city. And he's been a suspect

in everything from
hijackings to contract killings.

So what does Marker have
to do with Rechell's operation?

Maybe he's moving up in the world.

Do we know where to
find him? He's got a small

auto body repair shop called
Marvel Auto in the west end.

- That could be where the bullets could be.
- And Amy, you wanna text us the address?

♪

Stay behind me.

IIB!

I guess this isn't about a car?

What do you want?

We're looking for Theo Rechell.

- He's not here.
- Yeah, but he was.

When did he leave?

Look I don't know what you're
looking for. I just fix the cars.

Ok, well unless you can
tell us where to find him,

you're looking at becoming an
accessory to the murder of an officer.

Whoa, no. That's not right.

What the hell? I'm not part of this.

Alright, look, maybe you're not a
part of this, but you can help us.

Was there a girl with them?

I saw a girl in the office...

but I don't know who she was.

Where are they?

I don't know. I know Theo is
some kind of dangerous guy.

But I'm not part of any
of this. I just fix the cars.

- How long ago did they leave?
- About an hour ago.

- Was the girl with them?
- I didn't see them leave.

- I promise. That's all I know.
- Alright.

I saw Marker and Rechell
putting stuff into a van.

I think they're gonna make their next move.

Ok.

Dev, it's me.

Yeah, Marker and his guys
are about to make their next play.

I need you to contact
the armored car company.

We're looking for a big pickup.

They have about an hour ahead of us.

Yeah, I already made a
listing of all scheduled pickups

by the major armored car services.

Looks like Allied had a big interbank
transfer about 20 minutes ago.

There's a cash delivery to a
big box store in the docklands,

But it doesn't look
like it's a very big score.

Let's see... oh! Hold on, that's
the same company as last time,

the Steel Armored
Services. They have a pickup

at the Lionsgate Bank
on the Danforth in an hour.

It's 2 million plus.

They're sending it to the
head office on Bay Street.

Get some units to follow the
truck. We're gonna pick you up

- and run the route ahead of them.
- Got it.

Right. Keep your eyes on the truck

and hit us back if you see anything, ok?

Second team's got eyes on the armored car.

(Michelle): Ok. Any idea
where they're headed next?

Well, it gets busier once
you get into the inner city,

so my guess would be...

somewhere after they
turn up off the Lakeshore.

Ok, we'll keep driving the route to
make sure that it's clear and double back.

Keep us patched in to the driver's feed. If
they see anything, I wanna know about it.

Dev, call the armored car.

Let's rock and roll, kiddies.

What the hell is it doing?

It's a trap!

Police! Drop your weapons now!

- (Man): Put 'em down! Drop 'em!
- (Man): IIB! Get down, now!

Drop the weapons!

You too.

(Marker): Come on, get out here.

- Michelle, there's another one.
- Let him go!

- I said, let him go!
- Amy, drop your weapon.

- I'll do it.
- Amy, it's over.

- Toby, get out of the way!
- Put your gun down. Alright?

Everyone can walk away
from this in one piece.

I won't let you take
Kurt. He's all I've got.

- You're all your father's got.
- We're gonna go,

and my dad can go on with his life.

You don't know, do you?

Kurt tried to kill your father yesterday.

He wouldn't do that...

- It's true.
- Don't listen to them, Amy.

He's in the hospital. He's gonna be ok.

But he needs you.

All he talks about is
getting you back, Amy.

Amy, they will shoot you.

Just put your gun down.

This won't solve anything.

Give your dad a chance

to connect with you again.

I'm... I'm sorry.

(Man): Let's go.

- (Woman): Alright.
- (Man): Let's go, move!

(Amy sighing) (Man): Let me get your hands.

You did good.

How come this doesn't feel like a win?

(Police sirens) It's not.
No one's a winner here.

How can somebody be warm,
dry and clammy at the same time?

- I don't know.
- Anything can kill him.

- Hey, Toby.
- The suit, every time. I love it.

I saw on the news. You
guys took down the shooters.

Yeah, yeah. Superintendent Martell
is stoked, man. Everyone's happy.

Yeah. She made it sound
like she did it all herself.

- That's her job.
- Whereas you're in it

for the brushes with criminal
lowlifes and homicidal maniacs?

- That's why we're friends.
- Speaking of which,

I'm off at 8 o'clock tonight.

I'm hanging out with Tia.
You and Sandy wanna join us?

- I would love to.
- Great.

- See you then.
- Ok. Good luck in there.

- Did you find her?
- We did.

She's alive. They hurt her?

It's a little more complicated than that.

She's gonna need your support.

You've got to understand her.

(Inaudible talking)

(Inaudible talking)

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