I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.
Wow, you’re really burning the candle at both ends.
Yeah. I know. I’m sorry.
That’s okay, I’ve been busy too,
which is why I think, tonight,
we should grab dinner at Gio’s,
and then we should go to your place for... dessert.
- We’re on for tonight? - For sure.
Wouldn’t miss it for the world.
Look, I know we said we’d go to Gio’s tonight,
but I’m gonna have to get a raincheck.
When I was starting out, there was this woman, Nadia.
Busted lip. Eyes swollen shut.
Lawyer got him off.
She went back to him, he killed her,
and he got off that, too.
And I would just ask these women why--
"Why don’t you just leave?"
Not once did I ever ask the guy why he did it.
[Klassen] Listen, you should see what he did to this guy.
Black and blue all over--
Brambilla went after him?
He nearly killed him.
[Vince] Go home--
take your attitude and your hangover out of here.
- Oh, come on, Vince! - I’m this close
to reporting you. - Okay.
[♪]
["On The Move" by Cut The Lights playing]
♪ We on the move! ♪
♪ I ain’t never had a limit ♪
♪ I don’t see the competition... ♪
[coach] Let’s go!
Dig, dig!
♪ Nobody playing their position ♪
♪ Oh, you thought it was a game... ♪
That means you, Taylor!
♪ ...Okay, okay here comes the pain ♪
♪ I put in the work I get the cheque ♪
[♪]
♪ Gimme the chance and Imma damage ya... ♪
Glad you made it this morning.
[Ryan] Race is in two weeks.
Gotta pay the price before then, right?
We shaved ten seconds from our time.
Amazing!
[♪]
Hey!
You up for breakfast?
I’m paying.
Yeah.
Jesus, man. You gotta take a swim.
Nah. I’ll shower at home.
No. You’re gonna stink up my car.
Hey! Let go! Let go of me!
What is wrong with you?
See you at the car in 10.
’Kay, make sure it’s 10 and not 20.
[taunting] "Make sure it’s 10 and not 20."
[indistinct conversations]
[exhales wearily]
[man, menacingly] Eyes forward.
[thrilling theme begins pounding]
[♪]
Please. You don’t need to do this.
[man] Get on your knees.
Just hear me out. I was trying to--
[gunshot rings out]
[♪]
[SkyTrain humming]
[easy-going instrumental plays]
[♪]
Hey...
Hey.
Uh...
I know we haven’t seen each other in awhile...
maybe this week we can make an effort?
Yeah, that-- that sounds good.
Yeah, let’s do that.
If I pull some strings,
maybe I can get us into that new Thai place
on 88th-- Thursday good?
Yeah. Yeah, great.
Uh, let’s see how the week shapes up.
I have to take this.
[indistinct exchange]
[Vince] Morning.
Young man, Mateo, heard a gunshot near his car.
Ran to the beach
and found his brother Nicolas floating in the water.
Another rower administered CPR, but couldn’t revive him.
He’s certain it was a gunshot?
[Vince] Others heard it too.
Marine Patrol is sweeping the shoreline for the casing.
They were boating?
They’d just finished practice with their canoe team.
All right. Thanks, Vince.
Yeah.
Which one’s Mateo?
Kid sitting on the rock.
Lost his parents four years ago to COVID,
now his brother.
Gillian’s running a background check on Nicolas,
and I’m gonna go see
if there are any cameras in the area.
[moody theme rises]
[♪]
Dr. Nikki.
Detective.
Ligation marks on the neck.
Skin under his nails. Clear sign of a struggle.
And the gunshot?
Well, no entry wound on his body.
Nicolas wasn’t shot.
This was murder by strangulation.
All these people, no one saw anything?
Well, the treeline
is a pretty good cover from the parking lot.
Mm, gunshot probably went off in the struggle.
Oh, uh, Marine Patrol
just recovered a gun near the shore.
I’ll take statements, you check on the gun?
Yeah. You got it.
[♪]
[indistinct chatter]
[Zak] Taylor and Ryan? Can I talk to you, please?
Hey, can you tell me what happened?
I heard the shot.
At first, I wasn’t even sure it was a gun.
And Mateo?
He just took off toward the beach.
We followed behind him, and saw Nic in the water.
[Taylor] Mateo pulled him out,
and I tried...
I tried to bring him back.
[Zak] I’m sorry. That must’ve been difficult.
You both didn’t see anyone?
[overlapping] No.
You practice here often?
Twice a week.
We’re training for a charity event.
Nic and Mateo started the-the team
as a tribute to their mom.
She, uh, she used to race.
Can you think of anyone who might want to harm Nicolas?
Everyone loved Nic.
[♪]
Okay. Thank you.
Mm. It’s a spotless finish.
Looks fresh out of the box.
Serial number’s filed off.
Let’s fast-track an acid etch, see if we can get some digits.
- [Gillian] Hey, Sabrina. - Go, Gillian.
I’ve got a hit on Nicolas’s background.
I found a restraining order he filed four years ago
against his cousin, Cam Lenny,
also known as "Little Boss".
He just got out for serving time
on an assault charge.
What was the restraining order for?
Several altercations,
threats of violence, a vandalized car.
He’s currently working
at the Eastborough Boxing Club.
Bolton says talk to Vince-- he used to work out there.
All right. Copy that. We’ll bring Mateo in.
Keep him clear of the scene.
Vince and Gabby can take the gym.
[♪]
[practice blows landing]
- Tony! - [laughs] Hey! Vinnie!
[chuckling]
Good job, kid.
Look at you!
Still the pride of the old hood.
- Ah! - And the new one too.
- [chuckling] - Hey.
What do you say we lace them up? - Aw, nah, nah--
Huh? We lace them up and go a round, huh?
No, no.
This guy here-- he could take a punch, you know.
I could throw a few too.
Yeah, yeah, I remember.
Took two weeks for that shiner to heal.
I’m so sorry about that.
- [playful growling] - [laughing]
Hey, um,
we’re looking for one of your employees--
Cam Lenny.
- "Little Boss." - [Tony groans]
Not even gonna ask.
Thanks, Tony.
[chuckles]
Cam Lenny?
Or do you prefer "Little Boss"?
Why are you bothering me at work?
Sorry to say that your cousin, Nicolas Lenny, is dead.
He was found murdered in Boundary Bay this morning.
We just need you to come down to the station,
answer a few questions.
What’re you sayin’-- I’m a suspect?
We just want to talk.
Well, I ain’t going nowhere.
[louder] You’re willing to risk your parole?
Where do you get off, huh?
I’m out here trying to do things right,
and you’re gonna threaten me?
Why don’t we just calm down?
[shouts] Everybody! Take a good look!
All these pigs are all the same!
[spits]
You just had to make this difficult, huh?
- [snickering] - Turn around. Shut up.
[Lenny] All right.
[Gabby] You’re a real tough guy.
[Lenny snickers]
Shut up.
You’re gonna pay for this.
Did you just threaten an officer?
- Uh-huh. - Sorry, Tony.
[Sabrina] Take me back to this morning, Mateo.
You didn’t see anyone else on the beach?
Anywhere?
No. [sighing]
Just Nic, in the water.
Mateo, I know that this is difficult...
but were there any recent altercations?
Any bad break-ups?
Uh, no.
He-He lost his...
his job a few months ago.
He was fired?
No, he was involved in a condo project that went under.
What kind of involvement?
Nic was selling them.
He’s a realtor.
He saw it as an opportunity for us to invest,
so we took on a line of credit.
Against what? Your home?
150 grand.
We inherited that house when our parents died.
Nic and I, we split everything-- the bills, expenses...
[quietly] It was still our home.
And all your memories were there.
[sniffles]
Tell me about the, uh, condo project.
It was a boutique condo building--
the "Dartmouth".
Nic thought we could make some real money,
but a year later, it all fell apart.
Sorry to hear that.
I know that his boss was charged with fraud.
And Nic? Was he charged?
No, Nic had nothing to do with the financing.
He lost 150,000 and he lost his job.
Well, that must have been tough on him.
Everything spiralled,
and my income alone wasn’t enough.
Nic maxed out his credit cards.
Then they shut off our gas,
and we got a foreclosure notice.
I had no idea he wasn’t paying the loan.
Could Nic have gotten involved in something illegal
to help cover the bills?
No! No. Nic wouldn’t do that.
But what about your cousin-- Little Boss?
There’s a restraining order against him.
Yeah, but he’s in jail.
He was released... three weeks ago.
He’s out?
What happened between him and your brother?
[Lenny] It was just a misunderstanding.
Threats, harassment,
showing up at their house at all hours.
You vandalized their vehicle.
A Jeep YJ?
I sold my uncle that car,
then I had to go away for a short vacation.
When I got out, he only paid me half the money.
Nic and Mateo’s old man?
Yeah, that’s right.
And when he passed away,
you figured it was a good time to collect?
Look, I’m the one who got screwed here!
It’s my car.
But this time, when you went in,
you couldn’t let it go, could you?
Spent a few years stewing it over.
You wanted Nic to pay.
[both laughing]
I just got out, man.
You think I’m that stupid?
Where were you this morning, between five and eight?
At home, in bed.
Building’s got cameras, man.
I didn’t leave until 8:30.
We’ll check on that.
Yeah, and while you’re at it,
you might want to talk to his friend, Taylor.
[♪]
"Taylor Sullivan"? From the canoe team?
Yeah, Nic owed him a lot of money.
And how do you know that?
I know a friend of his sister.
When people owe
a shit-ton of money, word gets ’round.
That house-- it was a circus.
Always a party, always trouble.
Well, it tracks that they partied.
There’s a list of noise complaints on file.
Mm, two brothers in their 20s, with a house to themselves--
that’s no surprise.
[Sabrina] Well, they were drowning in debt
and they received a foreclosure notice.
So Nic gets desperate and borrows money from a friend.
Is that enough to get him killed?
Do a search on the Dartmouth.
It’s a condo development that went under--
allegedly the brothers took out a line of credit on their house
and invested 150,000 in it.
That’s a decent sum.
The developer is Anil Anand.
He left a dozen investors high and dry.
All right, that gives us a cousin
that he had a restraining order against,
a friend he owed money to,
and a developer who stole 150 K of our victim’s money.
[Bolton] That’s quite the list.
Okay, pay the developer a visit.
In the meantime, we’ll bring the friend in.
I’ll hold Mateo a little longer. He could still be of help.
Yeah. Forensics pulled a serial number off of our gun.
It’s not registered in Canada.
My money says the A.T.F. gets a match.
Odds are, you’re right.
Most of these street guns come from south of the border.
Costs them nothing.
Costs us lives.
[♪]
Mr. Anand?
Detective Sohal.
This is my partner, Detective Kalaini.
[wearily] What is it now?
Your employee, Nicolas Lenny...
he was found deceased this morning.
[Anil] How did he die?
[Zak] He was strangled.
Who did this?
That’s why we’re here--
we’re trying to get a clearer picture of Nic’s life.
I had to let Nicolas go. It’s been a tough year.
Yeah, we understand that he was owed some money.
The development went bankrupt.
He was out 150,000. Is that correct?
That’s a lot of scratch.
He couldn’t have been happy about losing it.
We all lost money.
You guys raided the place. Froze my accounts.
Charged you with fraud.
I’m fighting that.
You and Nic have a falling out?
He wasn’t happy,
but he understood--
the funding dried up.
Our main financier dropped out.
When the cashflow stopped, so did construction.
And your investors?
I can’t even afford my lease.
I lost everything.
I don’t have money to repay them.
Yeah, I bet that didn’t go over well.
The Dartmouth was going to be
Surrey’s finest boutique residence.
I poured everything into it.
Made a lot of promises.
Broken promises?
Maybe someone acted out on those,
thought you and Nic stole their money?
Has anyone come around asking for Nic?
No.
All right. What was he like to work with?
A hard worker.
Ambitious.
I didn’t want to let him go.
Where were you this morning, between five and eight?
The hospital.
My wife has appendicitis.
I was at her side all night.
We’re gonna need a list of your investors.
Sabrina, we got a hit on your gun.
Uh, excuse me a moment.
Yeah, go, Gillian.
The gun has been traced to a "Duanne Peters",
57 years of age.
He resides at one-two-four
37th Street, in Surrey.
He’s a dual Canadian-U.S. citizen.
It’s another cross-border piece?
Well, A.T.F. confirms he’s made 47 firearm purchases
in Washington State over the past six months.
And there’s no state-imposed limit?
They’re almost encouraging it.
$500 purchase south of the border
turns into 5 grand on the street,
200 K profit.
The firearms include
10 Glocks,
12 AK-47s,
seven Smith & Wesson 327s,
and the list goes on.
We have a search warrant.
Consider this guy armed and dangerous.
[sirens wailing]
[tires screeching]
- [sirens cease] - [doors thud]
[tense theme rises]
[♪]
[Zak knocks loudly]
[Zak, shouts] CFPC!
We’re looking for Duanne Peters!
[door opens]
Where’s Duanne?
[shakily] He’s inside.
Please, step aside, ma’am.
[Alicia] What is this about?
Wait!
[loudly] Duanne Peters?
CFPC!
[Alicia] Where are you going?
Please, don’t hurt my brother.
[Sabrina] Don’t move!
Hands where I can see them!
- Hands where I can see them! - Hands up!
What’s going on?
[♪]
He has dementia!
[tense theme swells]
What do you figure?
He doesn’t look like
he’s in any shape to be buying a gun.
My Uncle Omar had Alzheimer’s.
Couldn’t remember what he did from one day to the next, but...
on his good days, he was pretty convincing.
You think he bought the guns and forgot? 47 times?
My Uncle Omar spent a year
trying to rejoin the same gym, so...
Sabrina.
[♪]
His son?
Now what is this all about?
We’re investigating
a string of illegal firearms crossing the border--
one of them connected to a murder.
And you think Duanne’s involved?
Does he own any guns?
No! His son, Brock, turned them into the police a year ago.
We felt it would be safer.
Do you ever take Duanne cross-border shopping?
I don’t, but Brock does-- on his father’s better days.
- How often? - Not lately.
Duanne’s condition has gotten worse.
They just used to grab lunch and a few groceries.
Where is Brock now?
He’s at a morning class at LMU.
[Sabrina] When does he finish class today?
He should be done in an hour.
Okay. Thank you.
And we’re sorry if we startled you.
[Sabrina] How do you know Nicolas Lenny?
Who?
You attended a real-estate expo at the university.
Is that where you met?
No, I-I don’t know who you’re talking about.
We have a record of every border crossing
with your father over the past six months.
They correspond with a long list of gun purchases
made in Washington State,
including the one found in Nicolas’s murder,
and it’s quite the haul--
and every one of them in your father’s name.
[♪]
Where are the guns, Brock?
Unless you want to watch
your ailing father rot in prison...
...it’s best you come clean.
Okay, I bought them.
My dad thought
that we were buying them for his safety.
You took your father with dementia gun shopping?
[Zak] Day trips, when his thinking is clear,
is that it?
Knowing he won’t recall the purchase later?
Nice.
What’d you do with the guns?
I sold them.
I stashed them in lockers at different train stations.
For who?
I don’t know-- we never met.
They always left the money inside,
and I never stuck around to see who picked them up.
How were you introduced?
[sighs]
A gun forum.
It gave me a password to an email account,
and then we’d correspond
inside a message that was never sent.
And then last week, th-they said
that they were shutting down for a bit.
I swear, though--
I didn’t cross the border with any guns!
You think that makes it okay?
[Zak] One of those guns killed Nicolas Lenny.
You’re complicit in a homicide, Brock.
Which means you’re under arrest for accessory to murder.
[Brock’s breath heaves]
Buyer’s gone dark.
Brock says they’re laying low.
And Vice wasn’t much help.
They’re overwhelmed with weapons crossing the border.
Cousin’s and developer’s alibis check out.
Where are we at with the rowing team?
All clean.
Still working through the list of investors out-of-pocket.
One of them might’ve bought a gun.
Or paid someone to.
Mateo’s been cooperative, but...
one thing doesn’t add up.
Nicolas should’ve been notified when Little Boss got out.
Standard protocol with a restraining order in place.
Yeah, but Mateo didn’t know.
Why wouldn’t Nicolas tell him?
Maybe the brothers weren’t as close as he claims.
So... I’ve been studying Nicolas’s call logs.
Repeated hits from a burner phone
two weeks before his death.
Calls trace back
to an I.P. registered to ProfitZen--
it’s a payroll firm in Surrey.
Meaning, the caller was using a VOIP app--
basically, Internet calling to hide their communication--
and the company has
a cafeteria on the main floor with public WiFi.
Any of the rowers or investors have a tie to them?
Cousin?
No.
Well, we have the friend, Taylor Sullivan,
who lent Nic money.
Let’s see what he and Mateo have to say.
The whole condo thing was shaky from the start.
That developer ripped Nic off.
Is that how Nic saw it? That he was ripped off?
Yeah. The guy’s so-called "foreign financier"
was previously charged with stock manipulation.
Nic’s boss knew it too.
They worked at the same brokerage.
And Nic discovered this?
What did he do about it?
What could he do? The guy went bankrupt.
So you lent Nic money?
10 grand.
Ohh. Wow. That is a significant amount.
I’ve known Nic and Mateo since we were kids.
They’d do the same.
What is it you do for a living?
I’m an engineer.
Transportation.
You know of anyone who works for the company ProfitZen?
No.
Were you aware
that your brother owed money to Taylor?
From what I understand,
it was a substantial amount.
We needed to turn our gas back on.
You all right?
My brother was my only family.
It’s okay to feel overwhelmed.
[chokes up] I shouldn’t have left him alone.
Nic was targeted.
My father would blame me.
Look, we have someone--
a counsellor-- that you can talk to.
I think it would be good for you to speak to her.
[sniffles and groans]
I’m fine.
I’ll be fine.
We’ll have someone reach out anyway.
Mateo, do you know anyone who works for ProfitZen?
Why?
Nic started receiving calls from a burner phone
two weeks before his death.
They tie back to this company.
No, I don’t-- I don’t know anyone who works there.
[knocking at door]
I have a shift at the airport I got to get to.
I can’t afford to lose my job.
Given the circumstances--
I can’t sit at home. Can I go?
Yes. Uh, yeah, of course.
[simmering, tense theme rises]
[♪]
Mateo.
Taylor didn’t know anything about the payroll company.
[doors rumbling]
He became jumpy when I asked about ProfitZen.
Suddenly remembered he had to be at work.
What are you thinking?
His brother was just murdered...
he’s worried about his job?
He knows more than he’s letting on.
Okay.
We’ll put a tail on him.
Doesn’t seem to be in any hurry.
No.
[♪]
"Vinnie," huh?
Didn’t know you were a boxer.
I hit the bag now and then.
When’d you learn?
Grade school.
They taught you boxing?
No. I got into a fight at school.
It didn’t go so well.
Came home bruised and bloodied.
[chuckles warmly]
The old man was furious.
He dragged me into the garage
and threw a pair of gloves at my feet,
told me to put ’em on.
Ah. Your dad was tough, huh?
Not a man you argued with.
That’s what the heavy bag was for.
[quietly] Yeah, fathers and sons.
You going to meetings?
[♪]
Command, 6103.
Mateo just crossed 64th and 170th.
He’s headed home.
[engine shuts off]
[door thuds]
[bold theme begins]
Got movement from the Mustang.
[♪]
Gun! He’s got a gun!
CFPC!
Drop the weapon! Drop it!
[♪]
Drop the weapon!
Stop! Hey! Don’t move!
[door slams]
[engine roars to life]
- [canister fires] - [thud]
[tires squealing]
[vehicle receding]
Command, 6103.
Armed suspect fleeing in a grey Mustang.
Heading north on 48B.
Tracking dart successful.
[Gillian] We’ve got him.
[Gabby] Copy that.
Hey, Mateo.
I’m Vince. We, uh, we met this morning.
I think we need to talk. Have a seat.
[♪]
The guy in the Mustang, who was he?
Uh, I don’t know.
He had a gun. You saw that.
What-What are you doing here?
We’re concerned for your safety.
What reason does someone have to come after you?
There is no reason. I-I-I-- I’m fine.
You don’t have to handle this on your own.
Doesn’t make you weak to ask for help.
Makes you smart.
Keeps you alive.
Something tells me you know more than you’ve been saying.
If you’re wrapped up in something, I can help.
Just tell me what’s going on.
Nothing. I’m... I’m good.
- [police radio squelching] - Yeah?
[radio crackling indistinctly]
Hey. Look at me.
You stay put,
until we give you the all-clear, you hear me?
Hey.
Yeah.
[Gabby] Be advised,
unit 23 has arrived on scene, and is holding perimeter.
[Gillian] Copy.
Command, Mateo claims he doesn’t know the suspect.
Kid’s not talking.
We’ll have protection detail stay on scene
till we know more.
Copy.
We have visual on the tracker.
Sohal and Kalaini in pursuit.
[♪]
[Gillian] Plates are registered
to a "Sue Markam"
of three-four-six-two Kendleton Place, Surrey.
Units have been called.
[tense theme pounding]
[♪]
Gillian, ProfitZen’s on 46th Street,
is that correct?
Yeah. Two-one-seven 46th Street.
[Sabrina] Zak, you remember
how jumpy Mateo got when I mentioned ProfitZen?
[shattering]
Suspect’s three blocks out, headed in that direction.
[♪]
[tense theme grows]
[♪]
[edgy, dark theme playing]
[♪]
Hey, suspect’s parked off of Scott Road.
It’s an abandoned industrial site.
Hold for backup on arrival.
He’s a block out from that company.
Abandoned industrial site and a payroll company?
I don’t see how they’re connected.
[♪]
They’re not.
Gillian, ProfitZen’s across the street from a railyard.
Brock said he stashed the guns in train station lockers.
What if the burner phone
connected to the company’s WiFi
from the railyard?
Uh, yeah, it’s-it’s possible.
The network’s range would be about 300 feet, maybe more.
Check if anyone has ties to the rail lines.
Taylor said he was an engineer. Worked in transportation.
And he floated Nic 10 grand.
Taylor Sullivan and Ryan Weakes.
I’m looking at their team bios now.
Both are rail engineers.
Look for background checks.
Their employer would’ve screened them.
Let’s confirm their place of work.
[Gillian] Mm-hmm.
I can confirm Ryan and Taylor both work for Transcan Rail.
Their yard is located at two-one-six 46th Street--
across the street from ProfitZen.
Dispatching units to the suspect’s homes.
So these two used their burners
to connect to the payroll company’s WiFi.
They’re not as smart as they thought.
They’re bringing in guns by rail,
paying people like Brock to purchase the weapons
and leave them in lockers.
And the brothers got mixed up in it.
[engine roars]
[Zak] Command, we’re on the scene.
Entering the railyard now with backup.
[Gillian] Copy.
Suspect is armed and dangerous. Proceed with caution.
[♪]
[Sabrina] We have eyes on the suspect’s vehicle.
They’re trying to chase us.
[engine roars]
[tires squeal]
[♪]
[siren begins wailing]
[♪]
[brakes screeching]
[♪]
[Zak] Hands in the air! Hands in the air!
Outta the car!
Pull your mask down.
Pull it down!
[♪]
[Zak] Hands in the air!
[♪]
You are under arrest
for unlawfully pointing a firearm
and evading police.
[city din humming]
You want a coffee, Leo?
Soda?
[door thumps shut]
You know,
I know that things aren’t always as they appear.
Why don’t you explain to me
why you were pointing a gun at Mateo
and running from the cops with a briefcase full of cash?
I’m not here to judge-- I just want the truth.
Forensics is going through your phone right now,
and they’ll find all sorts of information.
GPS will pin your movements down to metres,
including where you were this morning,
from five to eight.
Make the smart choice.
[sniffs]
[door thumps shut]
Give him a second, then we’ll start with the gun.
We linked the car to Crescent Beach this morning
via traffic cams.
Vehicle belongs to his sister.
And Taylor and Ryan?
Uniforms checked their homes. They’re M.I.A.
Alerts are out at the airports and border.
- [door opening] - [Sabrina] Well, Leo...
the gun you were carrying--
same make and model as the one recovered on the scene...
[door thumps]
...same filed-off serial number.
There’s a lot of these
showing up on the streets lately.
Business must be good for Taylor and Ryan.
[♪]
They call in a favour?
Offer you a briefcase of cash?
You give us the big picture,
and some of this
falls on the people who put you up to it.
Yeah, it’ll go a long way to helping your sister out.
[♪]
Didn’t I mention that her car was spotted on the scene?
Mm. Traffic cams don’t lie.
Officers are bringing her in right now.
You leave my sister out of this.
Well, that all depends on you.
You cooperate and we can talk.
And what do I get out of it?
We can’t promise you anything
till we know what you’re offering.
But I need to know
that you’re gonna take care of me.
Your DNA is being tested
against samples taken from the victim.
We found soiled shoes in the trunk of your car
that match sediment at the scene.
[Sabrina] And the briefcase of cash on the passenger seat?
How are you gonna explain that?
Look! I’m just the middle man.
Okay?
I only move the guns.
They bring ’em in, I get ’em to buyers.
"They" being Taylor and Ryan?
And Nic and Mateo?
Nic was trying to blackmail ’em,
said he’d keep quiet for a price.
Well, how did he find out what they were up to?
No idea.
And so you killed him?
No. I didn’t kill anyone.
And the briefcase?
[♪]
It’s an advance on guns.
There’s a train headed south tonight.
[Sabrina] Taylor Sullivan and Ryan Weakes
are running guns north on the rails.
They’re due at work in several hours,
headed for Portland.
We’ll coordinate with Tactical, take them down on-site.
I don’t know how these two could still
get into a canoe with the brothers.
Keep up appearances.
[Gillian] Sir! Mateo left the house.
Officers lost him in traffic.
[Bolton] That’s just great.
[sighing]
Mateo’s in the wind. Where would he go?
If Nic never told Mateo
that their cousin was out of prison,
maybe he didn’t tell him
about blackmailing Ryan and Taylor.
Mateo believed that his brother’s murder
was tied to the condo fraud,
but he was wrong,
he knew it the moment that ProfitZen came up.
How would he know
about the phones accessing their WiFi?
He wouldn’t, not unless he was involved.
And if that’s true, he’s already figured out
that it was Ryan and Taylor who made the calls.
Which means he’s out there looking for them.
Shit.
I have an idea where they are.
[♪]
Well, Mateo’s only making a bad situation worse.
Mm, there’s a code with these kids--
when you break it, it’s personal.
That sounds like self-destruction.
Ah, I wouldn’t expect you to understand.
What’s that supposed to mean?
How much you pay in rent?
Oh, that’s right, you don’t.
Student loans?
None of those either?
Wow! Dad covered everything?
Ouch.
What? It’s true!
These kids have to fight for every inch.
I know what that’s like.
You went to law school.
I sure did! And I, uh, have the loans to prove it.
You know, half my friends came from families who struggled,
and none of them turned to crime to solve their problems.
[♪]
Let’s not allow anyone else to get hurt, Leo.
If we don’t stop this,
your name will be attached to every victim.
That briefcase of cash--
you had planned to hand it off,
but you would never do that at the railyard.
You were there to meet Taylor and Ryan, weren’t you?
You’ve got nothing left to bargain with.
I want a reduced sentence.
Is that an admission to murder?
[♪]
Look, I get it.
They threatened your livelihood.
You were only protecting what was yours.
So why should you take the fall for all of it?
It’s like you said--
you’re just the middle man.
[♪]
We were gonna meet at the industrial site in 15.
[text alert chimes]
Your DNA was found under the victim’s nails.
You’re under arrest
for the murder of Nicolas Lenny.
[♪]
[siren wailing]
[Vince] Command, 6103.
We’re five minutes south from the north entrance.
[siren wailing]
[Bolton] Sohal, Kalaini, you take the west.
[siren wailing]
[♪]
[man] Any closer and I’ll shoot.
[men arguing, indistinct]
Did you hear that?
Yeah. They’re at the far end.
You think I won’t do this?
Don’t lie to me!
Your burner was on his call log. Why?
[♪]
[quietly] Got eyes on our suspects.
All three armed-- guns pointed at each other.
[Bolton] Proceed with caution and de-escalate.
Priority is no gunfire.
[♪]
CFPC! Lower your weapons!
[Sabrina] Guns down!
[Ryan] Come any closer, and I’ll shoot!
I swear, I’ll shoot!
[Sabrina] Whoa. Whoa.
Let’s just take a breath, okay?
You brought the police?
You’re surrounded.
Put your guns down
and we all walk out of here peacefully. Okay?
[Ryan] You did this!
Everything is because you opened your mouth.
Why were you phoning Nic with the burner?
You’re on his call logs!
Nic was blackmailing them, Mateo.
Wh-What is she talking about?
Why would you rat us out to him?
What? No. It-It wasn’t like that!
[Gillian] Sabrina, I dug deeper
into Mateo’s employment history.
He used to work for Transcan Rail--
quit two years ago.
Mateo... put the gun down.
You don’t want to do this.
[roaring] Leave me alone!
I said, don’t come any closer!
[roaring] You killed Nic!
And then you sent someone after me?
I-I could have talked to him! I-I could’ve stopped him!
[♪]
You ordered a hit on Mateo?
[♪]
I didn’t want this!
This was not my idea!
He was only supposed to scare Nic!
- What are you doing? - Lower your guns!
We can work this out!
You’ve taken this too far!
Now you’re turning on me?
We’re only here because of you!
Don’t point that at me!
Drop yours!
Look what he’s done! He-- He set us up!
[Sabrina] Zak, I’m holstering. I think I can de-escalate.
No.
[♪]
I’m covered five ways.
[♪]
[Bolton] Negative, Sohal. Stay with your team.
[♪]
She’s covered, sir.
[Bolton] I don’t like it. We don’t need any heroics.
Your call, Kalaini. - I’m clearing her to move.
[Gillian] Sabrina, heads up.
Mateo’s job at Transcan had him crossing the border too.
We know about the gun smuggling, Mateo...
and that you used to work at Transcan.
I also know how desperate you were.
No. I never smuggled guns.
Not one!
It was alcohol and cigarettes only.
I-I quit once they started all that!
This was my father’s gun.
Then you made the right choice.
Don’t make a bad one now.
You are not a killer.
Don’t throw your life away.
[cries out] What life?
I have no one!
[yells] Stop talking!
I wish I’d never told Nic what they were doing.
He’d still be alive!
We needed money.
[raging] I wanted your help--!
[♪]
[quieter, shakily] ...but Nic talked me out of it,
but I had no idea he’d blackmail you.
[Sabrina] Mateo, this doesn’t solve anything.
You can’t help your brother, but you can help yourself.
Think about what your parents would want.
[♪]
Think about what Nic would want.
[groans in disgust]
[sets gun on ground]
[Sabrina’s breath catches]
[♪]
- [Ryan fumes] - [gun fires]
[thud]
[Zak] Gun down!
Gun on the ground!
Command, we need a medic!
The subject has been shot.
Repeat, subject shot,
is down and needs medical assistance!
Stand up. Turn around.
Keep your hands right there.
[♪]
[keys clacking]
Sabrina.
I’m thinking of going to a boxing gym.
Mm, it’s been awhile, I kind of miss it.
Do you want to come?
Oh, it’s tempting, but my head’s not there.
Yeah, but that’s why we go. Right? Get it all out?
And the place’ll be empty. I know the owner.
Tony and I go way back.
It’ll just be, you know, you and me, hitting the bag.
You know what, thanks, Vince, but...
uh, another time?
Okay-- oh, yeah, sure.
Hey.
Still here?
Uh, yeah, just finishing up a few things.
What charges are we looking at?
Illegal firearms importation, weapons smuggling,
first-degree murder, attempted murder--
the list is long,
and one of them might not live to see trial.
And Mateo?
Well, there was knowledge of the smuggling,
illegal firearm possession and planned retaliation,
so he’s not gonna get off easy.
He didn’t act on anything.
’Kay, well, if he’s willing to cooperate...
he’s a strong witness.
So, um...
dinner, Saturday, right?
Yeah... right.
It was Thursday, Sabrina.
Were you even listening?
I’m sorry.
It’s just, um... this job’s taking a lot out of me.
You’re not the only one with a job.
Let’s just... grab a bite tonight.
Just you and me.
I can’t. I...
I’ve got some stuff to wrap up here.
You know what?
Just forget it.
- Nate-- - No, no.
No.
Just forget it.
Forget this.
Forget Thursday.
Just do our jobs.
It’s taking a lot out of both of us.
[sad, tender theme rises]
[♪]
All right. So what’ve you got on Brambilla?
I want my son moved to minimum security.
Yeah. One call to the warden and it’s done.
Okay, then call him.
[Campbell chuckles]
It’s late.
I’ll call tomorrow.
[foreboding theme thrums]
What have you got?
[♪]
I understand
Brambilla sent you home yesterday.
What, do you think you’re the only person
who gives me information?
[♪]
I can smell the booze coming out of your pores.
It’s only a matter of time before he takes your badge.
And you think that happens if I’m in charge?
This "woke" agenda he’s pushing?
Some brown girl gets promoted before you do?
You know Brambilla backed that, right?
He’s the cause of this.
Where does that leave you? Where does that leave your son?
[♪]
And you’re protecting him?
[Campbell snickers] All right.
[The Harpoonist & The Axe Murderer’s "Father’s Son" plays]
[gloves whapping bag]
[♪]
[landing harder]
♪ I am ♪
♪ My father’s son ♪
♪ Get up every day ♪
♪ Head out on the run ♪
♪ Don’t know where I’m bound ♪
♪ But I know where I’m from ♪
♪ I am My father’s son ♪
[distant sirens wailing]
[thud]
What?
[grunting]
[tense theme playing]
[♪]