All language subtitles for Private Eyes s03e11_Engsh

(musical intro of song
Sweet Time by Raveena)

- You really need to stop
dropping by in the afternoons.

- Yeah. Seems like
the perfect time for me.

- What if Shade or Zoe
were here?

- Hmm... You know
I'm not into group stuff.

(chuckling)

- I hate to do this to you,
but I really have to go.

I've got a client and
a ton of paperwork.
- Sure.

- Not that I don't love
what we have going on here,

because I do, it's been great,

I do just want to make sure
we're on the same page though.

You know, keeping things--
- Casual?

Yeah. I got you the first time
you said it.

And the second.

- I just don't want
to lead you on.

- Oh, Angie, I am a big boy,

and you can change your mind
any time you want.

Besides, I've got to run over
to the Five of Diamonds and
take care of some stuff,

and after that, I'm driving up
to see my sister.

- ¶¶ No-no-no, no-no-no
no-no-no ¶

- But I will
call you afterwards,

if that's OK.
- Get out of here.

Oh, wait!

What I said about afternoons,

scratch that.
- ¶ Sweet time ¶

¶ Sweet time, yeah ¶

¶ Sweet ¶

¶ Sweet time, yeah ¶

¶ Sweet time, yeah ¶¶

- Hey, honey, Angie just called.
I gotta head back to the office

(sniffing)
What is that smell

and how I get in
on some of that?

- Oatmeal chocolate chip.
They're my celebration cookies.

- What are we celebrating?
- OK, you know

that amateur DJ night
I did last month,

the one where I had to bribe you
with a genuine Italian dinner

to let me go?
- I think I won that one.

- Think again.
Guess who caught my set.

- Who?
- hey! dw.

- Hey! DW? Wow! He's...

- She's...
- She's awesome.

- Dad, she's only one
of the hottest DJs on the scene

right now. She's playing
on Thursday at Detour

and get this: she wants me
to do a set with her.

- Ohhh... uhhh...

Well, that's fantastic, honey,

but don't you have
to be 19 to get into that club?

- They make an exception
for talent.

- Aaah...
- I just have to get
my parents to sign off on it.

Mom said she's OK
if you are.

- She did?

Uhhh... That's
a school night, honey.

Those things go on
'til 4 in the morning.

- Dad, hey! dw thinks
a visually impaired DJ is cool.

She's big
on promoting diversity.

Look, this is a really big
opportunity for me.

And...

there's a bag of cookies
in it for you.

¶¶¶
- Sorry I'm late.

I brought cookies.
- Randal just got here.

This is my partner, Matt Shade.
- Hi.

- Randal Strong. Thanks
for seeing me so last minute.

- Oh yeah, no problem.
Please, help yourself.

- Thank you.
- So, how can we help you?

- Well, I recently got engaged.

My fiancée's name is
Tonya Gilbourne. She's the love

of my life.
I know, it sounds cheesy.

Tonya performs two nights a week
on a cruise ship in the harbour.

She trained at Juilliard,

so she's a little bit
embarrassed by it, but...

she likes her co-workers,
she likes her job.

- So what's the problem?
- Something happened

during her last shift.

She's been acting moody,
distracted ever since.

I asked her about it,
but she won't talk to me.

I caught her whispering on the
phone, and she went out last
night and she lied to me

about where she was going.
- And you think

she's having an affair?
- No. No, no, that's not

what this is.
This is... something

totally different.
- Any idea

what that might be?
- I don't know.

I know Tonya, and I know
that she's too proud to burden

anybody with her problems.

- So what do you need
from us?

- I'd like you to keep an eye on
her during her next performance,

see if you can figure out
what's going on. Here's a photo,

and two tickets
to tonight's cruise.

They set sail
in two hours.

- I gotta warn you

what we find out
might not be pretty.

- It's not
what you guys think.

There's no way
my girl is cheating on me.

- His girl is
so cheating on him.

- No doubt in my mind.
- Don't you feel guilty?

I mean, we're not just taking
this poor sap's money, we're
gonna break his heart too.

- We provide
an ugly but necessary service.

A divorce down the line
will cause more heartache

and cost a lot more
than our fee.

I'm not looking forward to this.

- Forcing a man to see the ugly
truth in his relationship?

- No. Forcing me to partake
in dinner theater.

Nothing ruins a meal more
than D-List actors

in annoying costumes
shouting things.

- Don't be so cynical.

Think of this
as a culinary adventure

accompanied
by Julliard-trained actors.

It's the very definition
of high art.

(flute music)
- Ahoy, me mateys,

and welcome
to the Blimey Barnacle!

(cheering)

(energetic electronic music)

- What did I tell you?
High arrrt.

- I really hate you
right now.

- ¶¶ I see you and you see me ¶

¶ Watch you blowing the lines
when you're making a scene ¶

¶ Oh boy, you've got to know ¶

¶ What my head overlooks ¶

¶ The senses will show
to my heart ¶

¶ When it's watching for lies ¶

¶ 'Cause you can't escape my ¶

- ¶ Private eyes ¶

¶ They're watching you ¶

¶ Private eyes ¶

¶ They're watching you,
watching you ¶

¶ Watching you, watching you ¶¶

(festive music)
- (man): Arrr!

- Avast ye, landlubbers!

Clap ol' thunder for me hearties
at the jolly roger!

Arrr!

- Any sign of Tonya?

- Not yet. I figured

she'd be in the greeting line
with the others.

- Ahoy, mateys!
Now, prepare ye-selves

for an evening
of unbridled debauchery.

(people cheering)
However, do drink responsibly.

We will be in a moving vessel
on the open water,

so you know,
you just want to be safe.

These are my rules.
Now hoist a cup

of Satan's dew;

Captain Amy says we be haulin'
anchor in 15 minutes!

- Nyah-ah-ah. No drinking

'til we get the pic.
Got that, Blackbeard?

- Yeah, money shots,
they have tequila shots. Got it.

- ¶¶ What would you do
with a drunken sailor ¶

- There she is.
- ¶ Early in the morning ¶

¶ What would you do
with a drunken sailor ¶

- You think that's our man?
- ¶ What would you do ¶

¶ With a drunken sailor ¶

- My money's
on Bachelor number 2.

- ¶ What would you do
with a drunken sailor ¶

- Go see where she's going.
I'll suss things out here.

- ¶ What would you do
with a drunken sailor ¶

¶ What would
you do with a drunken sailor ¶

¶ What would you do
with a drunken sailor ¶

¶ Early in the morning ¶¶

¶¶¶

- Who's texting you, Tonya?

Come on, show me that screen.

- What are you doing down here?

- Uhhh... Bathroom is this way?

- Staff only.
There's a men's room up top.

- OK.
- Off you go, matey.

- Yeah, yeah.

(bell ringing)

(indistinct conversations)

- Thank you.
- So, where did you say

you were from?

- Oh, um, Thunder Bay.
I'm just here

for a few days
for a botany convention.

My friend recommended the
cruise, and I thought,
"What the heck!"

- Well, you are in
for a treat.

This is the best
of the pirate-themed boats.

- There's more than one?
- Four actually.

But having done this one
17 times, I can assure you

it is the cream of the crop.

The cannonball meatballs they
have rolling out later are boss.

- My friend was saying
the same thing.

Maybe you know her.
Tonya Gilbourne?

¶¶¶
She's one of the performers.

I saw you hugging her earlier.
- Oh, Terrible Tonya!

I thought that was
just a stage name.

- Uh, so you don't know her.

It's just the way you two
embraced, I thought you were...

- What?! No!

Between double shifting
at the call centre

and fine tuning
my killstreak in Fortnite,

I don't have time
for a relationship right now.

But flings are
another matter.

You know what they say?

"What happens on the Barnacle
stays on the Barnacle."

Including barnacles actually,

as they stick
to the hull, technically.

- Ha ha ha ha!

- (pirate performer): The show
will start in 10 minutes.

- When are we gonna break
our rule and start drinking?

- Right about now. Miss?

- Tipple o' grog?

- Don't mind if we do.
- Nice night

for mutiny and betrayal.
- Down ye hatch, scallywags.

- Ah, disgusting!
Who knew pirates

were into Peach Schnapps.
- Is it just me,

or did Tonya seem
off her game?

- Yeah, she does seem
a little distracted. I saw her

get a text that upset her
when we were down below.

- Speaking of distracted,
you've been quiet tonight.

- Hey, have you ever
heard of hey! dw?

- If it's something really cool
and really hip, obviously yes.

- Apparently she's
some big deal DJ.

She wants Jules
to spin a set with her.

- Seriously? That's great!

- No, it's not great. In fact,
it's the opposite of great.

We're talking about a nightclub
and my 16-year-old daughter.

- She's a smart girl, Shade,
she's not gonna do
anything stupid.

- (woman): I said no!
- I wish I could say the same

about our fearless fiancée.
- Let's go. Let's go.

- I knew there was something
going on between them.

- Nothing more dangerous
than a workplace romance.

I'm on it.
(indistinct conversations)

- Dude, please!

It's staff only,
I told you already.

Show's about to begin.

(indistinct chatter)
(seagull squawking)

- I'm really starting
to hate that guy.

- Tail her again after the show.
- Yeah.

(grandiose music playing)

- Ahoy, landlubbers!

Rumour has it thar be treasure
in these waters!

And every good treasure
needs a treasure map!

(audience gasping)

- Woohoohoo!

- Back off,
scallywag!

- (woman): Blow it out your
bilge, the treasure is mine!

(grunting)

Your sword fighting
is no match to mine.

- Arr! But my speed is!

Raaah!

- (woman): Your death will be
a treasure hunt to itself.

- (man): But not if I feed you
to the raging waters first.

Aaah!
(audience gasping and cheering)

- Hmm.

(people gasping)

- Is thar treasure
in these waters?

Do we score a rich bounty
of the raging shores

of mighty York?
- Mm-hmm.

¶¶¶

(applause and cheering)

- Not this time, me hearties.

Alas, thar be only one way

to get over the heartache
of a lost treasure.

LET'S ROCK!

(cheering)
(electronic rock music)

- Wow, that was lame.

- Tell me about it.
Usually, Terrible Tonya

spends at least a minute
underwater and always

comes up
with the treasure chest!

This is easily
the worst of the 17 shows.

- Could be worse.
We could be that guy.

- (chuckling): Yeah.
Hey, check it out.

Looks like
there actually might be

a bachelor number 3.
- Our girl sure gets around.

- (Matt): No kidding.
- What say we go

snap me a new profile pic?
- You read my mind.

(electronic rock music)

(camera click)
- . Go that way
a little bit.

(camera clicking)
Here, that's it.

(camera clicking)

- Postable yet?

(camera clicking)

- It is now.

- Time to break
Randal's heart.

- It's not her.
How did we lose track of her?

- In our defense,
she is a dead ringer for Tonya.

Let's go.

¶¶¶

- Are you ready to order?
- Excuse me.

Um, we're looking
for our friend Tonya Gilbourne.

- Sorry, I don't know her.
I'm new here.

- She got on the ship. She was
supposed to perform tonight.
- All I know is they put me in

last minute. Apparently,
Tonya was a no-show.

(indistinct chatter)
- Hey,

call-centre cowboy!
Remember my friend

I was talking about. Tell them
you saw her on the ship.

- Actually, yes.
Terrible Tonya--

- Was never here.
- What are you talking about?

I saw her.
- Think you drank too much rum.

- That was ginger ale,
my friend.

And I have a brain
for details.

- I guess you're calling me a
liar, is that what you're doing?

- Hey. Take it easy.
- What do you mean,
take it easy? Who are you?

Why are you pushing me for?
- Hey, what the hell

is going on here? HEY!
¶¶¶

Get back to work.

(woman sighing)

Sorry about that. They get a bit
too into character sometimes.

- We're looking for this woman;
have you seen her tonight?

- Tonya Gilbourne. Yes,

she was here.

But she left
before we cast off.

- Are you sure?

I could have sworn she served us
a drink after we set sail.

- It couldn't have been her.
Tonya wasn't feeling well,

so I sent her home
after boarding.

Rachael is the understudy.

- Tonya had a burgundy bag.

I saw her put it
into her locker. Would you mind

if we just checked to see
if it's still there?

- I'm sorry, I have
to get back up to the bridge.

- It'll just take a second.
And as captain, isn't it

your duty to make sure all
passengers are accounted for?

- What were you doing
down here anyway?

Passengers aren't
allowed below deck.

- Uh, I got lost going
to the bathroom.

This is the locker here.
I'm sure of it.

- We appreciate this, Captain.

At the very least, it proves
we're not losing our minds.

¶¶¶

- Or maybe we are.

- This has taken up
enough of my time.

I need to get
back upstairs.

- Did we just spend the whole
evening tailing the wrong woman?

It's the last of them.

No Tonya.
- I swear she was on that ship.

- She must have come back
and grabbed her stuff

when we weren't looking.
- Why was that Chuck guy

so insistent
that she was never there?

Something about this
doesn't pass the smell test.

- Hey, look.

If Tonya left
before the ship set sail,

that security camera
would have caught it. We can
check with Maz in the morning.

- Alright. One last chance
to prove we're not crazy.

¶¶¶

I thought it was my turn.
- You got yesterday.

- That was nice of us to bring
Maz and Danica coffee, huh?

- We're so thoughtful.
- Mm-hmm.

- Where's Maz?
- Something's off.

His desk is never
that clean.

- If it isn't the Wonder Twins.

Once again in a restricted area
of the police station

without prior approval as usual.

- We prefer to get our prior
approval after the fact.

- I have reviewed
your interactions

with Detective Mazhari
over the past few months.

Requests for phone records,

licence plate searches,
credit checks.

Everything but a recommendation
to a restaurant.

- Does that mean
you're not gonna let us

look at the CCTV footage
from the harbour last night?

- I'm afraid the Mazhari
information train has derailed.

- Where is he?
Did something happen to him?

- Officer Powers will see
you out. I'll dispose of these.

¶¶¶

(indistinct whispering)

- What's going on?
Did Maz get fired?

- No.
- Where is he, Danica?

- OK, you two just need to stay
clear of here for a while, OK?

OK.

That's starting right now. OK.

- Let me know
if you're still alive. Thanks.

That's the fourth message
I left for Maz,

and he still hasn't called back.
- Hmm...

Even with the work ban,
it's not like him

to keep us out of the loop.
Have you heard from him, Zoe?

- Don't look at me.
We haven't spoken

since the Twister-night
backslide.

The less you know the better.

Any updates from Randal?
- I spoke to him earlier.

He hasn't seen Tonya since
yesterday. He's getting worried.

- We need to take a look
at this guy. No one's pushing

the lie harder than him.
Why would a man go

to such great lengths
to lie about a woman?

- I know this one!
Because he's sleeping with her?

- What say we do
some "Chucksploring"?

That sounded better
in my head.

- Hey, Zoe, why don't you order

lunch from that Indian place
that you like so much.

Dinner too. It's on us.
- Late night for Zoe?

- We need you to do a social
media deep-dive on everyone

who was on that cruise.
Check out every photo that's

been posted online.
- We need proof Tonya was on

the ship after it left the dock.
- Aye-aye, Captains.

Huh? Yeah.
- No.

¶¶¶

Ah... so this is Chuck's place.
- (Matt): Yeah.

- It's not exactly the Ritz.
- No.

- What's with you?
- A booking agent

just sent over Jules' contract.

Man, you need a degree in Latin
just to understand this thing.

- It's just legalese
to cover their ass.

- Yeah, I gotta pull
the plug on this.
- Hold on.

Isn't that Jules' decision
to make?

- What? She has no idea
what she's getting herself into.

I don't want to see
the kid get hurt.

- Are you worried
she's being naive

or that she's growing up
and making her own decisions?

- Don't try to pull
your PI voodoo on me.

¶¶¶

(truck door closing)
(engine revving up)

What do you think,
do we follow him?

- I got a better idea. Cover me.

¶¶¶

(door opening and closing)

OK. No sign of Tonya.

- Just be quick. We don't know
when he's coming back.

- Yeah,
not my first bar-mitzvah.

- [What do you see?]
- A suitcase.

Someone's going on a trip.

And... I found Tonya's bag.

- You're kidding?
- It's hers alright.

And there's a bag
with a lot of blue pills.

- Angie, get out of there.
He's back.

- Just give me one minute.
- You don't have another minute!

¶¶¶

Angie?

Angie, what's going on?

(engine revving up)
- Go, go, go!

- So what? This guy is...

her lover? Are you sure?

- His name is Chuck Knowles.
It looks like they're

planning a trip together.
- Let me guess.

Thailand?
- Why do you say that?

- Tonya's really
into free diving.

She kept slipping me pamphlets
for cool dives for us to go on.

I kept putting her off.

This is my fault.
- No.

Maybe she's just spooked
about your engagement.

- So you saw the two
of them together?

- Not quite.

But when we found out
that she wasn't on the boat,

we think she went
straight to Chuck's.

At least,
that's our working theory.

- No. No, if you didn't see

the two of them together,
then I'm not buying it.

That's not Tonya.
She wouldn't do that to me.

- We found these in her bag.

- No. It's impossible.

Tonya doesn't even drink,
let alone use drugs.

- We didn't say
anything about using.

- There's hundreds of those
in her gym bag.

It points to something
more than recreational.

- Randal, there's
a very distinct possibility

that your fiancée
is a drug dealer.

(indistinct chatter)

- Angie!
What are you doing here?

Uh, Inspector Carson--
- Isn't here.

And I know that because
I just watched her leave.

I need to know
what's going on with Maz.
- You know I can't tell you.

- Well then, can you
tell me about these?

- Where did you get those?
- Look familiar?

¶¶¶
- No...

- You're an even worse liar than
Maz, and he sucks. Where is he?

- OK.

He's on an assignment
right now, OK?

A highly classified cross-border
operation to figure out

specifically how those are
getting into the country.

- What are they?
- It's a new synthetic opioid.

It goes by the street name
Blue Bliss.

I actually need to know
where you got them.

- Our client's fiancée.
Her name's Tonya Gilbourne.

- OK. Does she travel
to the U.S. a lot?
- Not that I know of.

She works on a pirate cruise
ship called The Blimey Barnacle.

- OK.

Does it ever come in contact

with another ship?
Like on international waters?

- No. It's just
a harbour vessel.

- OK.

Well, my guess is
it's not involved,

but I'll pass her name along.
She's probably just a dealer

buying a product somewhere else
and reselling it on the ship.

- She might have a partner,
Chuck Knowles.

You should look into him too.
- OK. But, Angie,

you need to drop
this case, OK?

The people that are bringing
these drugs in are
extremely dangerous.

They've killed
two undercover cops already.

- Oh, my God!
- You don't want to get
mixed up in this, trust me.

- (Matt): She wants us
to drop the case?

- Apparently, these smugglers
are the real deal.

And they have no idea
how the drugs are getting in.

- But you don't really think
Tonya's a drug dealer?

- Maybe not,
but she could be a mule.

- And we don't even know
where she is right now.

- Did it ever occur to you that
maybe she doesn't want to be
found. Maybe she's hiding out

because she doesn't want
to break Randal's heart.

- Still, we owe it to Randal
to take one more look.

I say we sit on Chuck's place
one more night,

see if she turns up.
- And if she does?

- We break the hard truth
to our client.

¶¶¶

Still no sign of Tonya.

You want to get some sleep?
- No, I'm good.

- You sure?

You and Tex have been burning
the midnight oil lately.

I can put two and two together.

I'm just saying
he's been around a lot.

Is it getting serious?
- It is the opposite of serious,

just how I like it.
- Mm-hmm.

(cell phone ringing)

- Hey, Zoe, what's up?
- I can't see straight.

I've been on social media
for eight hours

looking at photos
people posted from the cruise.

- Matt: [And?]
- I have never

seen so many puns
on the word "booty" in my life.

Also, I can't find any proof

of Tonya on the ship
after it set sail.

- Damn it.
- [I created a bin]

on the shared drive and posted
the photos there. Enjoy.

- Alright. Thanks, Zoe.
You can go home now.

- Yes!

- Well, that clears up nothing.
- Maybe you're right.

Maybe this is just
a waste of time.

¶¶¶

Wait, who are these guys?

- Whoa. That doesn't look good.

- Come on. We gotta find out
what's going on.

¶¶¶

- The Turk isn't happy.

And when The Turk isn't happy,
bad things happen.

- Look, there was just a minor
setback with the shipment.

It's fixed now. You can tell him
we took care of the problem.

- (man): Tell him yourself.
- (Chuck): Wait, that's not
what we talked about.

- Things change. Let's go.
- Wait!

- (murmuring): Who's "The Turk"?
Is that that drug dealer

Danica was telling you about?
- I don't know.

But they're leaving,
so we should follow them.

- Why would we do that?
- Because maybe they have Tonya.

(engine revving up)

¶¶¶

¶¶¶

- Come on.

Move!

¶¶¶

(men speaking indistinctly)

- Do you hear that?
(men speaking indistinctly)

These voices.

- We're too far away,
we need to get closer.

- Or now that we know
their base of operations,

we call Danica,
and she can pass it on to Maz.
- Like the way you're thinking.

(click)

- Oh, boy.

- He says he's working on it.
- He says he's working on it?

(speaking indistinctly)
- Boss, we got

a situation here.

- Clearly in the middle
of something here, right? So...

- You OK, Boss? Want me
to take care of these two?

- (Chuck): Hey, they were
on my boat yesterday.

- Yo, Turk, you want
to chime in here?

- Would you put
those guns away, please?

These two happen
to be associates of mine.

I had a mind to go tell 'em
to check out

your two-bit operation 'cause
I got a little worried about it.

Turns I had good reason 'cause
the delivery didn't happen
yesterday.

- But they were asking
questions about Tonya.

- Yeah. That was
a cover, dumbass.

We pretended to be friends
with her to get on the ship.

- Turns out it's your lucky day.
Why don't you go tell your boss

that I never give
anyone second chances.

Now, if you'll all excuse me,
I wanna talk to my people here.

Alright? So get out, please.

Get out of here! All of you!

Sorry, Marcel, you know
I don't make deals.

(door opening)
- (man): You're driving the car.

(door closing)
Oh, my God, I wanna throw up.

What are you doing here?!
- Our case crossed wires

with yours. Danica told us
about the drugs.

- It was supposed
to be classified, Danica!

- That's what you're worried
about right now, protocol?

- Is this part
of the task force?

- Did you say task force to me?
They told you about...

Yes, this is all part
of the task force, OK?

Three weeks ago,
we took down the kingpin

of a major drug operation.
As part of his plea deal,

he agreed to vouch for me
to take his place.

- As "The Turk"?
- Yes, as The Turk.

A good nickname, I made it up
myself. I'm Turkish, it tracks.

- OK, fine.
So what's the play here?

- There is no play here!
You two get the hell away

from here as fast as you can.
- No, no, no.

Our client's fiancée
may be involved with Chuck.

We could help each other.
- What's her name?

- Tonya Gilbourne.
- I don't know her, OK?

Chuck is the only person I know
that has direct contact with the
people bringing in the drugs.

There is a buy
set up for tomorrow.

It was supposed to be yesterday,
but that didn't happen.
So please

do me a favour and get as far
away from this as you can.

- Maz, we are--
- Angie! No. Get out.

¶¶¶

- (Angie): OK, let's recap.

- We don't know where Tonya is
or what happened to her.

- And best case scenario is

she's part of an international
drug-smuggling ring.

- Heard from Randal lately?
- This morning.

He still hasn't heard from her.
He's starting to panic.

- Can't say
I blame him.

- Well, there must be
something we're missing.

¶¶¶

- Wait. Go back.

That beauty mark,

Zoe, can you get
Tonya's picture?

- That's Tonya.
- In a photograph timestamped

7:13 p.m., almost 15 minutes

after we left the shore.

- It was Tonya
serving us drinks,

we're not crazy.
- The question is when and
how did we lose sight of her?

- After she served the shots,
we saw her argue with Chuck.

- Who then dragged her
downstairs where we assumed

she was getting ready
for the show.

- Except Rachael took over.
That's where we dropped
the ball.

- Why would you change
actors mid-performance?

- Because she refused
to do the dive.

Think about it. Randal said
that Tonya was into free diving.

- So?
- So she's capable of doing

deep dives
for longer periods of time.

Didn't Virgil say that
Terrible Tonya always
brings up the treasure?

- The drugs were
at the bottom of the lake.

- Exactly. Another boat
drops them off, and they need
Tonya to dive down and get them

during the performance
so as not to arouse suspicion.

No ship-to-ship contact.
- It all fits.

The treasure chest didn't
make it to the surface

on Tuesday, the same day
that Turk didn't get his drugs.

- And he said the deal
was going down tonight,

which just so happens
to be after tonight's show.

- Call Danica.

- Straight to voicemail.
- Alright, text Zoe our theory.

She can fill in Danica herself.
- What are we gonna do?

- If Tonya's still on that boat,
she's in danger.

¶¶¶

¶¶¶

- This is my first time
as a stowaway.

- Actually, it's my third,
but those stories

are best left untold.

- Check it out.
The door's locked.

(knocking on door)
Tonya?

(grunting)

Here. Look out.
(grunting with effort)

(clanking)

- Tonya, thank God!
- No, it's OK. Randal sent us.

We know about the drugs.
- I had no idea they were

smuggling until last week.
- Why not call the police?

- I was worried my friends
would be implicated,

and I wanted to be certain,
so I stole some pills

and gave them to a pharmacist
friend to be tested.

- When you were at your locker,
when you got the test results?

- Yes.
- And you told Chuck
which is why you had the fight.

- I tried to warn him,
but then he told me

to go through with the dive
and I refused.

- It's OK, we're gonna
get you out of here.

- What the hell is going on?
- You're in a lot of trouble.

- (woman): Actually,
I'd say you are.

- Captain Amy?
(Amy sighing)

- You two should have
stayed the hell off of my ship.

Who are you guys?
- They work for The Turk.

- We're here looking for a
shipment of pills he never got.

- I thought
you straightened that out.

- I did.
- The Turk's being cautious.

He sent us down here
to question her ourselves.

- Tie them up. We'll sort
this out after her dive.

- I thought we were waiting
for the show tonight.

Isn't it too risky?

- It's already too risky.

We're gonna take our chances
and pull it up by speedboat.

- I won't do it!

- Let me make this as clear
as I possibly can.

You don't dive,
everyone's dead.

You, them,

and your fiancé.

¶¶¶

- The drugs, they're
at the bottom of the lake!

- What are you talking about?
- Angie's been trying

to call you.
It's the Blimey Barnacle.

That's how the drugs
are getting in.

There's a dead drop
from an American ship...

- And the Barnacle picks it up?
- Yes.

(inaudible)

- Making a big mistake, man.
The Turk's gonna be pissed.

- Oh, shut up.

- If you'll let us go,
we'll put in a good word.

- I'll take my chances.
(footsteps)

Are we happy?

- X marks the spot.

It's time to go
see The Turk.

- He's not expecting us
'til tonight.

- Change of plans. We're
moving on. Destroy any evidence

that we were here.
I hope you got your bags packed.

- What about these two?
- Leave 'em here.

I'm gonna give
The Turk a little test.
If he passes, we'll let 'em go.

- And if he doesn't?
- If I were you,

I'd pray that doesn't happen.

Let's go. Bring her.

- What do you think
she meant, "a test"?

- I don't know, but it can't be
good. If they're arriving early,
Maz isn't gonna have any backup.

- We gotta get out of here.
- Yeah? How exactly?

- Can you get your feet
to the floor?

- Maybe.
(both grunting)

- OK. We gotta
stand up together. Ready?

- Yeah.
- One, two, three.

¶¶¶
Ugh! OK.

Alright. Oh. No, no, no.
Wait, hold on.

Yeah. Here.

- Hold on.
- Can you untie my hands?

- I can't see it.

- Here, how is that?

- Just stay still.

- There you go. Alright.

Got it?
- Yeah.

(grunting)

- Suck in. Ah...

¶¶¶

Come on!

- The marine unit confirmed it.
Each day before the Blimey
Barnacle set sail,

another ship from Rochester
stops in the exact same spot.

That can't be a coincidence.
(cell phone ringing)

- It's Angie.

[Hey.]

- Did you talk to Danica?
- [Yeah,]

[and I'm with her and Carson.]
- Put them on.

- This is
Inspector Carson.

- You need to get in touch
with Maz right now.

- I can't. He's deep undercover,
and he contacts us.

- Are you guys set up
at The Turk's warehouse?

- How did you know that?
- [That's not important.]

What's important is that you get
everybody down there now.

- The leader of the smuggling
ring is a woman, Amy Pantalone.

She's on her way to meet Maz.
We're on our way to intercept.

- You will do no such thing.
I am not putting months

of task force work at risk
on the basis of your hunch.

- It's not a hunch. Unless you
want another dead cop on your
hands, I suggest you call Maz.

(beep)

They're not gonna
make it there in time.

- We will.
- What are we supposed to do?

- Stall.

(door opening)

- Who the hell are you?
- They call me Captain Amy.

- Hahaha! Oh, yeah?

Ah, you're the brains
of this whole operation?

- It's nice to finally meet you.
- Yeah, yeah, sure. Likewise.

You brought friends.
Tell me, do any of you perchance

have a watch
that works or, uh...?

- Change of plan.
- Since when?

- Since your associates
showed up on my ship.

- Wha...

Where are they?
- They're fine.

For now.

- And that's the product?

- Yeah. But first...

- What the hell is this?
- It's a test.

Tonya here is the reason
for the delay.

If you are who you say you are,
you'll have no problem
shooting her.

- I don't know what you heard,
but that's not really the
way I do business.

- I don't remember
offering you a choice.

Pick up the gun.

- OK.

(Tonya gasping)

It's nothing personal.
- Please don't. Please don't.

Don't shoot. Please.

Please don't shoot.
Please don't shoot.

(trigger clicking)

- That's too bad.

I really hoped this relationship
was gonna work out.

- Sorry to interrupt! Um...

I just realized

I left my wallet
in your office, Turk.

So, uh, don't mind me, I'm just
gonna run in there and grab it.

- Not another step!
Where's your partner?

- Right here, Captain.

Drop the weapon!

(laughing)

Come on, are you serious?
That's a flare gun.

Go ahead and shoot.
- If you say so.

- What are you gonna do now?

- Who me? Oh, nothing.

It's them I'd worry about.

- Police! Get down on your
knees! Hands above your head!

(siren blaring)
- Clear!

(indistinct police radio)
- Alright, cuff 'em.

- Office is clear.
- The gallery's secure.

- Start with her.
¶¶¶

- Hands behind your back.
- Check under the jewels.

(siren blaring)

Check matey.
- Yeah, 'cause of the pirates.

Right, I got it.
That's good.

- Quite a bust,
my friend. Congratulations!
- Thanks. The only downside is

now I owe you two speedbumps
a huge favour.

- Congratulations, Maz.
It's a real career maker.

- Are you... What is that?
- I'm...

- Yeah. Great.
Thanks, Powers.

I only hope Inspector Carson
agrees with you.

- Speaking of Carson,
Sunshine express 12 o'clock.

- Mazhari...
- Inspector.

- Please explain to me

how these two civilians
got mixed up

in this top-secret
police operation.

- These two risked their necks
to save my life

and take down one of the city's
worst drug dealers, Inspector.
What did you do today?

¶¶¶
- What?

- I realized instantly that that
last part was over the line,
and I sincerely apologize.

- Nice work, Mazhari.
- Thank you.

- You too,
Wonder Twins.

- ¶¶ In the eyes ¶

¶ Emotion ¶
- Oh! Hey.

Are you going on a trip?
- Now that I made my statements

to the police,
I'm a free woman.

- So, we are going to Thailand.
It's long overdue.

- Ah, you guys are gonna
love it there.

- We just wanted to thank you
for not giving up on me.

- And for your faith
in true love.

Oh! Uh...

- Thanks.

You know, a wise man
once told me,

"If you're lucky enough
to find someone you can trust,

hold on tight."

- That was Dr. Destin's thought
of the day yesterday on 106 FM.

- It still fits.

- Well, thank you again

for everything.

- Safe trip, guys.
(indistinct song playing)

- You think
they're gonna make it?

- Yeah, I do.

- I guess true love
does conquer all.

- Speaking of which,
what did you do about Jules?

- Well, I'm actually gonna
let her do the show.

- Ahh... I knew
you'd come around.

- Welcome to come if you like.
- I'd love to,

but Tex is
on his way over.

- Alright.

- Tell her I said good luck.
- Sure will.

See you tomorrow, partner.

- Yeah.
- ¶ Stay ¶¶

(house music)

(indistinct song playing)

(cheering)
- How's everybody doing tonight?

Now, I know you guys like to
keep things fresh, so I brought

a little friend tonight.
Give some love to Jules!

(crowd cheering)

¶¶¶
- (man): We love you!

(crowd cheering)

- (man):
Let's hear it now, Jules!

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