Republic of Doyle

Jake, you used to be a lot faster.

Dad, you're not helping!

Now now, patience is a virtue, son.

Oh, just bite me.

We got you.

We got you. Stay here.

Follow him!

Don't go up there. It's too dangerous.

Too late, I'm committed!

For God sakes, we're private investigators,

not militia men.

What's your problem?!

- You nearly killed the both of you. - I'd ask you to help me,

but you'll never get your walker down here.

I'm going home.

Fine.

Don't mind him, he's emotional at times.

~ Willow's Team ~

This is uncalled for, man, I got rights, you know. I'm an artist.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Why is he still here?

Is there a brain in there or just dandelion?

- You pushed him off a building! - It wasn't that bad.

- He shouldn't be here. He could sue us. - I gotta put him somewhere.

Maybe I will sue you. And I'm hungry,

maybe you can get me some toast or a banana or eggs or something.

- Shut up! - Why aren't you at school?

I'm not feeling good. Women troubles.

Really? That's the third time this month. Why don't you go to the clinic?

- I'll get right on that. - Mal, we have a client, remember?

Dr. Natche ?

- Right. - What's that all about?

- Who's this? - Des Courtney, baby.

In the flesh and I'm going to sue you, I'm probably get the house.

How old are you?

- That looks bad. - It doesn't even hurt.

- Oh yeah? - Yeah, yeah. I'm fit, girl.

- You're fit are ya? - Yeah, I'm fit.

He's fine. He won't sue.

Will ya, buddy?

That's your grand daughter.

Now you listen to me, all right ?

You spray painting this city is getting on everyone's nerves.

- Especially city hall's. - It's my art.

- It is not art. - I like it.

- Thank you. - Shut up and stay out of this.

I catch you spray painting the city again, I'll shove this can of paint

directly up your arse. Do you understand?

Jake. Mal. Get in here right now.

- You're a real dick, you know. - Beat it.

- Have a seat. - Thanks.

So he fired his lawyer? Why?

I don't know. I don't know what to do, where else to turn.

The police found Benny standing over his boss.

Brian Harris. Benny was covered in blood with the assault weapon in his hand.

- Where are the cops with this? - They think he did it

and Benny isn't helping. He refuses to defend himself.

Says he doesn't remember.

If I beat someone like this, I tell you, I'd remember.

Amir, this is an open police case. We're private detectives.

- But you can use your influence. - I haven't been a cop for years.

Benjamin is my son, he's accused of almost killing a man.

Jake, you and Benny grew up together. You know he couldn't do this to anyone.

He need your help.

We'll do everything we can.

Hey. Be careful what you say to Benny, you know what he's like.

- Stubborn, like you. - I know what I'm doing.

- I gotta take this. All right? - Oh c'mon. I haven't got all day.

- Would you relax a little bit? - You're always on that thing.

No wonder your ears glow in the dark.

- How bad is it, Walter? - Do you want to reconcile?

Very funny. What does she want?

It's Nikki, she wants everything.

Are you at a strip club?

No. Well yeah.

Walter, it's still morning, man.

- The brunch has scallops now. - Hold on I have another call.

- Hello? - You son of a bitch.

What are you doing? We gotta talk through our lawyers.

I'm your wife. I want to talk to you, not stupid Walter.

Hold on.

- It's her. - Tell her to talk to me.

I did. She's not exactly into that idea.

- What does she want? - Hold on, I'll ask her?

- What do you want? - For you to grow a pair.

Okay, just hold on.

Walter, she's insane. How did you let me marry her in the first place?

Still me.

- Walter? - Yeah?

Get me a restraining order or something, okay?

- Come on! - Coming!

Sorry about that.

Benny!

Still wearing the school colour, I see.

- What are ya doing here? - Your father hired us.

What? No.

Jake, I don't want him involved. All right?

Benny, look around, buddy. You're in jail.

He's pretty involved already.

Benny, sometimes it helps to talk it through with someone you know and trust.

Tell me about this... Brian guy,

your boss.

He runs the party boat in the harbour, throws raves. I'm his DJ.

Jake, seriously man. This is just going to upset my dad.

Upset?

You're in serious trouble.

This isn't the cops, this isn't your old man. This is me.

You gotta tell me what happened.

Please?

I don't remember. Not a thing.

- I don't. - I've studied the police report.

It says you and Brian Harris had an argument,

then you both left. Then there's cops everywhere,

and you're covered in his blood!

So they tell me.

"So they tell me?"

- That's your rock solid defense? - Jake, don't push me man.

Buddy or no.

Why were you fighting with Brian Harris?

I don't know! All right?

Brian was always raging about something.

What do you mean?

Boys, Brian makes a ton of cash, okay?

I wanted my cut. That's probably why we were fighting.

And I was railed on E, okay?

I was totally messed up. If I got in a fight,

I probably done it.

Okay, boys? Thank you very much. Guard!

Benny, it wasn't you.

This isn't you. I'm gonna prove it.

Boys,

I don't remember.

So just drop it.

Okay? Thanks.

Well,

at least he cares about upsetting his father.

I don't know. Benny was high, lost it and hit him.

- It's plausible. - But complete memory loss?

We've all blacked out from time to time, I've blacked out, what?

Hundreds of time maybe. I always remember something the next day.

But why not try to clear your name?

It doesn't make any sense.

Benny was the star DJ on a party boat

owned by the victim, Brian Harris.

Now Brian is a real piece of business, a muscle boy

with 'roid rage issues.

His wife is Theresa Harris.

What a lucky gal.

The party boat is co-owned with the wife's sister, one Laura Dawe.

So let me get this straight.

Our victim is in business with his sister-in-law, Laura?

- Quite the menage a trio. - And the boys downtown tell me

it was a wonder the boat could float with all the drugs on board.

I guess that's where Benny got the E from.

The erection drug?

Dad, E is ecstasy.

I'm joking, dumb ass.

I worked the drug squad, remember?

We know all about the erection drug, don't we?

The only drug I need is love.

Are you two trying to make me puke?

The only other player here is Tom O'Dea.

Part-time DJ, has a record for possession and trafficking.

Drugs never hurt anyone.

Not a one.

Lots of reason to think someone other than Benny had it in for this guy.

All right, I'm gonna go see the wife.

- Of course. - Seriously, see what she might know.

Go ahead.

And I'm gonna talk to the DJ.

- The erection drug? - Yeah.

Yeah, bye.

Where are you going, sir? Can we help you?

Yeah, I could use your help.

It's okay, I know him.

Jake, meet Constable Leslie Bennit.

Nice to meet you.

Leslie, Jake Doyle. Pet detective.

Oh, Pike, you are hilarious.

What do you want, Mr. Doyle?

Call me Jake, and I'm a private detective

and I'm actually working the Brian Harris assault.

- That's an ongoing case. - He's so smart.

Yeah, I know that, Pike. Thanks.

Actually, were you just checking me out?

- Excuse me? - You were just...

You were totally checking me out.

No? Did you see that?

You weren't checking me out.

All right, okay.

This case its like a family favour type thing,

and I would really appreciate if I could talk to Mrs. Harris for a few minutes.

3 minutes is all I need.

Somehow that doesn't surprise me.

3 minutes starting now.

Thank you.

Hi.

Theresa Harris?

I'm really about this. Do you mind if I...

My name is Jake Doyle.