All language subtitles for Allegiance.2024.S02E09.720p.WEB.H264-JFF

I take it you don't have
Dad's name on a news alert.

First, the guy tries
to torpedo his career

by framing him for treason,

now he's Dad's arm-candy
for re-election photo-ops?

I am not giving up
on bringing Campbell to justice,

and we will do that,

even if it means
going against your wishes.

The mother lode.

30 years of civilian complaints
on the CFPC--

excessive use of force,
withholding evidence,

coerced confessions...

What if we didn't
have to be a secret?

Well, what if we just...

enjoy what we have?

It's okay. Hey.

Drop your weapon!

-Do it now!
-Shoot him! Shoot him!

Drop your weapon!

Sorry that took so long.
They mixed up the order.

Uh...

They gave me
Wanda's espresso brownies..

I didn't even notice

till I was, like,
halfway down the block.

I mean, uh, who starts
their day with brownies?

You good?

Yeah.

Now's your chance to cover
my bed in croissant flakes.

I have to go home--
I need to change.

But... thanks.

Hey, it doesn't have to be me,
but...

I think maybe you should
talk to someone.

About... you know,
what you went through.

Here.

Doesn't get better cold.

Did your oncologist go over

the possible side effects
with you?

-Yes.
-Good.

If you do experience
any symptoms,

keep careful track
of them, okay?

It's important that you try
and take these

at the same time every day,

but, you know,
if you're off by an hour or two,

it shouldn't make
too much of a difference.

The important thing
is to stay consistent.

Hands up!

Okay. Okay.

Down! Down on the ground! Now!

Hands where I can see 'em!

Hit the panic button,
you're dead.

Open that room!
Let's go.

This is a cancer pharmacy.

We don't stock
very many narcotics.

Go ahead.

Open your mouth again.

Open it!

-Morning.
-Morning.

Hey.

I was hoping you could
give the new guy some advice.

Uh, what's a good place
for a first date?

In Surrey?

Uh... well, I mean,
it depends on the date.

If she likes--

She?

Mm-hmm.

If she likes Indian,
I'd say Tasty's.

Pizza, it's, uh,
gotta be Captain's Oven. Um...

Sushi--
literally anywhere.

All those sound good.

You pick.

Me? It's not my call.

Are you asking me out,
Detective Kalaini?

I gotta go.

Someone just robbed
a cancer pharmacy.

And all three assailants
were armed?

Yes. It all happened so fast.

Where did they enter from?

Two came in from that way.

The other came in from outside.

The one who jumped
out of the wheelchair,

he seemed
like the leader.

He forced me
to open the storage room.

That's where
you keep the narcotics?

They were in a time-delay safe,

but he just
loaded the whole thing

on a wheelchair,
and wheeled it out.

Why didn't anyone
press the silent alarm?

He had his gun pointed at me
the whole time.

I couldn't get to it.

The other pharmacist, Taya,
was on her break,

so I was alone
behind the counter.

And when you came back
from your coffee break,

did you notice anyone suspicious
in the parking lot?

No.

I didn't even know
that we'd been robbed,

until I got back

and then saw Jolene
on the floor.

Can you point out the cameras
out front for me?

Yeah.

He told us to lie down
and count to a hundred

after they left.

We were too scared not to.

I know
they were wearing masks,

but did you see
any distinguishing marks?

Three men...

one Middle Eastern,
one South Asian, one White,

20s to 30s.

The leader had a tattoo
of a red cross by his left eye.

Snake tattoo on his neck.

Any idea how tall they were?

I only got a good look
at the leader.

He was around six feet,
about 190.

Black hoodie over his head,
N95 mask.

He had a full beard underneath.

I don't meet
too many people

who go through
something like this

and can give
such a detailed description.

Just following
the recommendations.

We'll need an inventory
of everything that was stolen.

Of course.

Fentanyl, oxy, hydrocodone,
codeine, morphine,

and various cancer drugs.

The narcotics have
a combined street value

of about two million.

That's them.

And that would be
the time-delay safe.

Anything on
the getaway vehicle?

No. They must've parked out of
sight of the security cameras.

Who robs a cancer pharmacy?

-The lowest of the low.
-Wherever there are narcotics,

there're people
trying to steal them.

Well, it looks like
a professional job.

They knew when the other
pharmacist was on her break,

knew where the safe was.

So it could be an inside job.

The pharmacist who was
conveniently on her break?

Mm. Didn't feel right
when I took her statement,

but we'll keep digging.

I got a hit on the database--

a match to the pharmacist's
description of the leader.

Reza Samari.

There's the snake tattoo
that Jolene described.

Thank you, Jolene.

He's a familiar face.

He's got priors for B-and-Es.

This guy does jobs
for the Vipers.

Okay. Go to your C.I.s.

See if anyone's
got any fresh product

hitting the streets,

and find Reza,
and bring him in.

That's it.
Let's go.

Sabrina?

I'll meet you at the car.

What's up?
I gotta go.

I found a pattern.

I think I found a way
to get rid of Campbell.

What kind of a pattern?

His name keeps coming up.

Look, Pops and I don't agree
on, well, anything, but...

he's right about protecting you.

I can't break confidentiality,

but if I'm right,

we can do this legitimately,

and no one ever
has to find out what you did.

Sohal!

Let's go.

I hope you're right.

How have
the side effects been?

I'm tired,
but other than that, nothing.

No vomiting? Hair loss?
Skin sensitivity?

No, he's a superstar.

We walk
for two hours every day,

and I'm the one
that gets winded.

That's great to hear.

Unfortunately,

I'm not seeing the progress
we were hoping for.

You've got an aggressive cancer,
Nicholas,

and with your permission,

I'd like to get
more aggressive with it.

Yeah... whatever it takes.

You're tolerating
the treatment well.

I'm not seeing
any signs of toxicity.

I'd recommend
increasing the dosage.

No! I'm sorry!

I'm not leaving until I see her!

If she won't return my calls,

she can bloody well
see me now!

I'm sorry, Mrs. McDermott,

but you don't have
an appointment.

An appointment?

My husband is dead!

My Wesley is dead
and you don't return my calls!

What are you hiding?

-Excuse me.
-You're not sending me out!

She can talk to me now!

Mrs. McDermott.

Oh! Good.

Do I finally
have your attention?

You need to calm down.

You don't return my calls,
my emails. You're avoiding me!

I'm not. I just haven't
had the time--

What happened to Wes?

What did you do to him?

Tell me the truth!

Detective Sohal.

Ah, yeah,
you better make this quick,

or you're gonna
have to answer to my mom.

She's waiting on her butter
to make parathas.

TJ, this is Detective Kalaini.

TJ's head
of the Park City Kings.

Haven't seen you around.

What about this guy?

Seen him?

Here and there.

Any idea
where we can find him?

Maybe.

What's in it for me?
Dinner?

Reza and his friends
have had a busy morning.

There's gonna be premium product
hitting the street.

You might lose some customers
to the competition.

Come on, TJ.

Help us
ruin your rival's day.

Wow! You are teaching him
all your tricks now, huh?

Detective Sohal knows
that I'm community-minded.

Reza's friends--

a, uh, jittery brown dude
and the Eminem wannabe?

Yeah, that's them.

That's, uh, Mannroop Singh
and Phil...

...something-something.

Oh! Uh...

try...

going to Mannroop's
bibi's house.

On 82 A.

All right. 82 A.

Command, we pulled
CCTV footage from the building.

We're looking for
a blue Toyota Camry,

license plate three-delta-two,
X-ray-two-six.

Left the underground parking
at 10:23 a.m.

Copy that.

We'll get a B.O.L.O. out
to all units in the area.

Carolyn's husband, Wes,
was my patient.

He passed last Monday
from prostate cancer.

Apparently, she'd been calling
the office for days.

I didn't realize.

I've been so busy.

I hadn't had a chance
to call her back.

I have almost 400 patients.

That's a lot.
Is that normal?

It's the reality.

Did she give the impression

that she was under the influence
of drugs or alcohol?

I don't know.

I called 9-1-1
from under the desk.

When I said
police were on the way,

she took off.

Okay. Show me.

I mean, we all do our best,
but...

sometimes it's literally
like a revolving door.

Had you had words with her
in the past?

A disagreement
or anything, no?

Never.
She's always been pleasant.

Sometimes, people lash out
when a loved one dies,

but never like this.

I understand she said,

"What did you do to him?
Tell me the truth."

What did she think
you were hiding?

I don't know.

It's natural
to want to blame someone.

I did everything I could,

but his cancer was aggressive,

and, unfortunately,

the treatment
didn't work for him.

Does Carolyn know
where you live?

I... no, I don't think so.

Police!
Hands where I can see them!

Where you goin', Phil?

On your knees!

-Down on the ground!
-Hands behind your head.

We gotta be quiet.
My bibi's asleep.

Hands up!
Behind your head!

Reza Samari,
Mannroop Singh,

Phil Taver-- you're under arrest
for armed robbery.

Where's the rest?

Oh! You need me to speak up?

You stole
three bags' worth of meds

from the cancer pharmacy.

Where are they?

It's all right, Kalaini.
We got probable cause.

We'll come back with a warrant.

Search the house up and down,
bring the whole circus.

We ditched them.

6103?

6103. Go ahead, Gillian.

We got a hit on that Camry
you're looking for.

Carolyn McDermott's car?

-Sending you GPS deets.
-Copy.

Carolyn McDermott?

Yes.

You're under arrest

for mischief
involving property damage.

Gabby,
she's not going anywhere.

Let me talk to her.

All right.
See you in the car.

Thanks.

Hey, Carolyn.

I'm Sergeant Vince Brambilla.

You want to tell me
what happened?

I came here last night...

to scatter
my husband's ashes.

It's a beautiful spot.

I couldn't do it.

I couldn't let him go.

I haven't been able
to sleep very much

since he died.

The worst is waking up
and, for a second, thinking...

It was all just a nightmare?

Carolyn, what made you
drive to Dr. Luo's office?

I wanted answers.

I thought she was avoiding me

because she was
hiding something.

You wanted answers?
About what?

When Wes was diagnosed,

Dr. Luo...

assured us it didn't have to be
a death sentence.

She recommended Malazadine--

said she had other patients,
just like Wes,

who'd been given
years more time--

some, even remission.

Malazadine--
is that an experimental drug?

It's been on the market
for years.

A single daily pill
that Wes could take at home...

We'd get our life back.

And what happened?

Wes...
started on it right away,

but his blood work and scans
showed no progress...

so Dr. Luo convinced us
to double the dosage.

"With aggressive cancers,
we have to get aggressive."

Yeah.

Six days later...

Wes was dead.

I'm sorry.

You got my postcard.

Yes, I did.

Who writes postcards?

I had time on my hands.

How was Arizona?

It was hot, it was dry.

Helena took up painting.

Watercolours of sunsets, mostly.

Well, is she any good?

Better than I can do.

So what's your thing?
Golf? Pickleball?

No! No.

Nah. No, sometimes,

all you need
is a little time away

to remember
where you need to be.

It's good to have you back.

How you holding up?

I'm good.

Look. I don't know
what you're going through.

I've been lucky.
I've never had to use mine.

You know I'm here, right?
Any time.

You just coming on shift?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

We just had to arrest a woman

whose husband
just died of cancer,

and she took her grief out
on his doctor's office

to the tune of,
like, five grand in damages.

When you don't know what to do
with that stuff,

sometimes,
it comes out sideways.

What are you working on?

Oh, we just picked up

three men who robbed
a cancer pharmacy.

You're kidding?

Oh, the good news is,

is they ditched most of it
in a dumpster,

and we got everything
except for one cancer drug.

"Malazadine"?

That's the drug this woman,
Carolyn, was complaining about.

She said that's how
the doctor killed her husband.

We interrogated
Reza and his crew.

They're all claiming they never
met the guy who hired them.

So how does that work?

Well, Reza got
an encrypted text message,

he brought on Mannroop
and Phil.

They got 10-K for the robbery,

plus 50% from selling
the narcotics on the street.

And that's these guys
were after.

They ditched all the cancer meds
in the dumpster.

Yeah, exactly where
they were told to,

by whoever hired them.

Okay, so whoever hired them

told them where
to dump the cancer drugs,

but then they only picked up
the Malazadine?

Yeah. It makes no sense.

I understand how

they'd sell the stolen oxy
and fentanyl on the street,

but it's not like
cancer patients

are reaching out
to dealers on the corner.

Yeah, nobody's getting high
off of chemo.

So who are they selling to?

Anybody with prostate cancer

who can't get healthcare
to cover it?

-Americans?
-If I'm trying

to sell to U.S. buyers,
I'm marketing online.

I'll get Gillian on it.

You two find out what makes
this drug such a hot commodity.

You got it.

Do you know why

the thieves would target
Malazadine specifically?

It's expensive--
about $30,000 a month.

Really?

-30 grand?
-It's effective.

I've put dozens of patients
on it over the years.

But...?

It's just odd.

After Mrs. McDermott's outburst,
I reviewed her husband's file.

Wes was on Malazadine.

Was there an issue?

I was surprised
he didn't have side effects,

but, on rare occasions,
you meet people

who tolerate
the chemotherapy well.

You doubled the dosage?

Before it could take effect,
he died.

-Of his cancer?
-Yes.

The thing is,

I have another patient

who's showing
a similar tolerance to the drug

and his cancer
isn't improving,

and when I looked back,

there was another patient
like them,

about four months ago,
who passed away.

Well, do you think there's
something wrong with the drug?

Without the lab testing
the individual capsules,

we'd have no way to know.

But that first patient
I mentioned,

he's just outside.

And you picked those up

at the Surrey General
Cancer Pharmacy?

-Yes.
-A month's supply.

I picked it up on the 3rd.

Do you mind
if we hang on to this?

-Yeah.
-I called

the Vancouver location--
they're expecting you.

Thank you.

As a precaution, we need
to reach out to Health Canada

and the Cancer Agency,

have them contact every patient
who picked up Malazadine

from the Surrey pharmacy.

And all the remaining capsules
out there need to be tested.

I'll reach out to Vince.

Maybe Carolyn McDermott
still has some.

He just called back.

That's three different
oncologists

who all had patients
with no side effects--

all died earlier
than expected,

and all of them
got their Malazadine

at the Surrey General
Cancer Pharmacy.

Could be a defect
at the manufacturing end.

Yeah, or someone's
tampering with it

somewhere
along the supply chain.

But how does this
connect to the robbery?

Well, maybe it doesn't.

Somebody hired a crew
to steal Malazadine

because it's expensive,

and it works
for a lot of people.

Just not for a handful

picking up their prescriptions
from Surrey

in the last four months.

Yeah, the unlucky few.
Like Carolyn's husband.

Carolyn?
Detective Sohal.

Hi.

Hi. I hope you like jasmine.

We don't have
the best selection.

I'm sorry to hear
about your husband.

I understand
that he was taking Malazadine?

Yes.

Why?

Do you have any capsules
left at home?

Everything is exactly
where Wes left it.

We would like your permission
to collect the medication.

Is this about Dr. Luo?

Was... she negligent?

No. There's no evidence
of that.

So, what then?

We, uh, we just--

we can't discuss the details
of an active investigation.

But you have my word

that we will do everything
we can to uncover--

...the truth.

Um...

there's a...

spare key
under the blue flower pot

on the front porch.

The box is in our bedroom,
beside the bed,

next to his glasses.

I know how hard this is.

And I know it might feel
like your life is over...

...but I promise you,
it is not.

We were supposed
to have more time.

Hey...

Hey.

What kind of penalty
is Carolyn McDermott looking at?

Mischief
causing damage to property,

five grand in losses.

Right. Uh, no priors,
full confession,

and if she pleads guilty?

Probably just a fine,
but it depends on the judge.

She could face
up to two years in prison.

Two years for misplaced grief?

She doesn't belong there.

Is there something
we can do

to get her released,
pending trial?

Let me see what I can do.

Thanks.

I'll go pick up the pills
from her place.

Hey. How come
you're taking such an interest

in a mischief case?

In a split second,

she did something
that changed her, forever.

She's not just
grieving her husband--

she's grieving
who she used to be.

And that... spoke to you.

Okay. Look.

I love it when
you just show up to my place

and pass the time,

but we don't talk,

and I know
you've got a lot going on,

but you won't let me in...

and I want more,

if this is gonna mean anything.

I can't talk
about this right now.

Guess I have my answer.

No issues
at the manufacturing level.

There's no recalls.

No complaints or lawsuits
pertaining to Malazadine.

No red flags.

What do we know
about the drug websites?

Well, all I could find
were scams.

They claim to sell
a bunch of prescription drugs

for a fraction of
what they cost in the U.S.,

but, basically,
they just take your money,

and you never get the drugs.

Anything on the Dark Web?

I could write a book.

But no Malazadine for sale
that I could find.

If Reza's boss is selling it,

he's getting it to customers
some other way.

Well, he could have
a distributor in the U.S.

There's no record
of Reza, Mannroop, or Phil

crossing the border
in the last three years.

Well, maybe the boss
goes himself?

Or hires other people
to do the cross-border runs--

people with no records,
who won't get flagged.

The lab
just got back to me.

The Malazadine capsules
that they tested

had nothing in them.

Sugar pills.

Explains why those patients
had no side effects.

The Malazadine
had to be replaced

between the manufacturer
and the patient.

Right.

The pharmacy.

Gillian, can you pull up
the pharmacy staff?

One of these people
tampered with those drugs.

You and Jolene
were friends

before she was your boss?

We both grew up
without money, but...

I think she had it worse.

Her mom died
when she was young,

and her dad expected her
to take care of him

and her three brothers.

That's not much of a childhood.

He paid for the boys
to go to college,

but not her.

She was just a girl, right?

She must've worked hard
to put herself through?

Yeah, she took out
massive student loans,

worked part-time.

She was gonna
prove them all wrong.

Mm. Sounds like she has.

Yeah, but she's still
obsessed with money.

Like she can never
have... enough.

That makes sense,

if she grew up
feeling powerless.

She told me she felt invisible.

I don't know.

Maybe that feeling
never goes away,

no matter how much money
you make.

Like nothing's ever enough.

Where are we
with the pharmacy staff?

Sabrina's interviewing

the pharmacist
who was on her break

when the robbery went down,

and we've had full cooperation
from the technicians.

Vince and Gabby are looking
for Jolene Mendoza,

the pharmacist who was on duty.

She's not answering her phone.

But you told her to stay local
and keep her phone on,

in case we had
follow-up questions?

Yup.

No sign of Jolene.

Concierge at her building
hasn't seen her.

Car's not in her parking spot.

No one's heard from her
since the robbery.

Let's get a B.O.L.O. out
on her car.

Yeah. Will do.

She hasn't used her passport
or Nexus card today,

but she has crossed
at the Peace Arch

three times
in the past five months.

All right.

Tell your officers to find her
and bring her in.

Yep.

I've spoken
to the other pharmacist.

There's no evidence that Taya
was involved in the robbery.

Gillian, what have you got
on Jolene Mendoza?

She graduated top of her class,
like someone else we know.

Um, she's got
no criminal record--

not even a parking ticket.

And any connection
to Reza, Mannroop, or Phil?

Not that I could find.

Is she on social media?

Oh.

Taya told me

Jolene appreciated
the finer things.

That bag?

It's worth 50 grand.

What's a pharmacist make,
on average?

100,000 a year.

Well, she's not spending half
her annual salary on a purse.

Does she come
from a rich family?

No, apparently not.

She grew up in Arthur Park.

Well, the robbery
was a professional job--

three guys
associated with the Vipers.

My guess is that
Jolene's boyfriend is in a gang.

What, are you nuts?

Do you know how hard it is
to get into pharmacy?

My sister had top marks
and didn't get in.

Over a thousand applicants
for a hundred spots at UBC.

There is no way someone
that smart and hard-working

is hooking up
with a gangster.

You haven't been in Surrey
long enough.

Yeah, I went to high school
with girls like this--

educated, successful,
independent.

They're drawn to the status.

It's not about money--
it's power.

Yeah, with a gang,
they think they're untouchable.

Let's get this photo
over to Gang Unit.

Is Taya still here?

Yeah.

Let's see
if she knows who he is.

That's "Roman".

Roman's last name?

I don't know.

We met about eight months ago.

We were out at a club,

and he sent over
a bottle of Cristal.

I thought it was kinda cheesy,
but Jolene loved it.

Fell full-on head-over-heels
for this guy.

Then he started taking her out
to fancy dinners,

buying her jewelry.

He took her to Whistler
for the weekend

and she told me the room
costs, like, ten grand...

a night!

Wow. What line of work
is Roman in?

Some kind of...
real estate developer?

But you two don't get along?

I only met him
a couple of times.

But...

then Jolene started
making excuses--

too busy to hang out,

too tired after work.

She stopped answering my texts.

Blocked me
on all her socials.

Well, did you talk to her
about it?

She told that she had to set
boundaries in her private life.

Well, what did you
make of that?

That Roman was controlling her,

cutting her off
from her friends.

Gang Unit's identified
Jolene's boyfriend

as Roman Henry.

He's a mid-level Viper.

We need to find him.

Can you link any properties
Jolene, her boyfriend,

or any of the other Vipers?

Gangs often put their assets
in their girlfriends' names,

so check other female
associates, too,

not just Jolene.

Let's go, let's go!

We got an hour!

I'm sorry to hear that.

Thanks for letting us know.

Yeah. Of course.
We'll keep you informed.

That was Dr. Luo.

Her patient Nicholas--

the man we met--

never made it to Vancouver
to pick up his new prescription.

He collapsed
and was rushed to hospital.

He never got
the chemo he needed.

Yeah.

Hey! Hey! I-I think
I've got something.

"Ava Gautier".

The Gang Unit confiscated
her boyfriend's gun,

bear spray,

and a kilo of meth
six months ago.

Boyfriend's a Viper?

Yeah, you were right--

he put it
in his girlfriend's name.

I wonder

if our Yaletown hostess

knows that she bought five acres
of blueberry fields in Surrey.

That's a solid lead.
We'll send all available units.

Let's go.

Grab the product,
get in the truck!

Go! Go!

Clear!

Clear.

Found a lab.

It's clear.

Looks like
they've been cutting the drugs.

CFPC!

Police!

Suspects may have fled
to the adjacent property

using the back road.

It's Jolene.

Hey, hey.

Hey.

Roman made me feel like

the luckiest woman
in the world.

Like he couldn't do enough

to show me
how much he loved me--

buying me presents,

taking me
to fancy restaurants.

He flew me to Palm Springs
for the weekend

because the rain
was getting me down.

It must've felt like
a fairytale.

It did.

And when did it change?

We'd been dating
about two months.

He said that he wanted
to buy us a place, but...

he had to do something
for his bosses first.

And, by this point,
you realized

he wasn't
a real estate developer?

I suspected.

It just...
it didn't seem real.

Everything
was so good between us.

We didn't talk about his work.

But he asked you about yours?

He wanted to know everything
about the pharmacy--

the inventory,
the staffing, the security.

He told me that...

the guys he worked for
wanted to rob it.

And who are they?

I don't know.
He didn't use their names.

And what did you say
when he floated the idea?

No way!

I have worked too hard
to get to where I was.

I wasn't
gonna just risk everything.

But he said it was too late
and he had no choice.

Then he told me
that he wanted to protect me,

and maybe
there was another way.

And what was that?

He said

if I stole cancer drugs

and put the boxes back

with sugar pills before
anyone noticed they were gone,

that we'd make enough money
to keep his bosses happy

and buy our house.

So he chose the Malazadine?

I did.

It's expensive,

and there's a demand for it
in the States,

and we were getting
a big shipment in,

so we could do it just once
and get it over with.

And when was this?

About four months ago?

That lines up with what Dr. Luo
and the other oncologists said--

patients getting no side effects
and no benefits,

dying of their cancer.

Yeah.

And the barn,
where we found you--

is that where
you helped Roman recut the drugs

before shipping them
to your U.S. buyers?

No!

No. All I did

was steal boxes from work.

The gang recut them.

That's what they do.

To them,
there's no difference

between cutting Malazadine
or fentanyl.

All they care about is profit.

And after it worked
the first time,

did you do it again?

I didn't want to.

I told Roman no.

I tried to break up with him,

but he waited for me
after work.

He pushed me down the stairs

and he said that,
if I didn't do it,

that he would kill my dad,
my brothers.

Why didn't you report it
to the police?

He would've known,

and when he's not happy,

he hits me.

Here's what I don't understand.

Roman has you
successfully stealing

the Malazadine
from your pharmacy,

the gang is making millions
recutting it,

selling it in the U.S.,

and you're covering your tracks
so well with the fakes

that no one's ever
gonna find out,

so why risk
the whole operation

by robbing the place?

Exactly!

Did you see that?

Yeah.

That was real.

It just makes no sense.

That's why

I gave you the description
of the robbers.

I thought that maybe,

if you caught them,
that you would catch Roman,

and then I'd be free.

At least

six cancer patients
died prematurely

because they weren't getting

the life-saving treatment
that they needed.

What?

Another man is in the hospital
right now,

fighting for his life.

I tried to tell Roman that,

but he said that they were
dying of cancer anyway.

You can stop him.

You can save thousands
of families from suffering.

Where did they go
when they left the barn?

I don't know!
I don't know.

I think you do.

I think you know
who the U.S. distributor is.

I don't!

My job was to bring them
the drugs-- that's it.

We can protect you.

They'll kill me.

The Court will hear
how Roman

coerced you,
he threatened you.

You feared for your life.

You have a clean record,

and if you help us,
that goes a long way.

You worked so hard
to get where you are.

Do not let these men
take that away from you.

That hit a nerve.

Where are
they taking the drugs?

I overheard Roman say

that he made a deal
with the bikers at the port.

Do you have details?
Names?

He repeated a number.

If you hand me my phone,
I wrote it down.

One-one-four...

six-five-three.

1-1-4, 6-5-3?

Thank you.

It could be
a shipping container.

I'll get units to the port.

We should definitely
check it out, but...

something's
not sitting quite right.

Yeah, it felt like
she was playing the victim--

except that one moment
when I brought up the robbery.

Yeah, she was pissed off.

Like she had
the operation under control,

and Roman blindsided her.

She's still not
pissed enough to give him up.

What if this is
why Roman left her behind--

to send us
in the wrong direction

and buy him more time?

Yeah, but she could've been
in on that, too.

So what's the play?

Well, given that
Jolene's been so cooperative,

she has no priors,

I see no reason why
she shouldn't be granted bail.

Subject just hailed
a ride share.

Grey Tesla Model 3.

License-- two-tango-six,
tango-niner-three.

Driving east on 134.

Stay on her,
but keep your distance.

Don't give her any reason

to change her plans.

Copy.

Bogey just joined the parade.
We've lost visual.

Can you get around?

Not discreetly.

Bravo Team,
do you have eyes on yet?

Negative.

We're holding at our position.

How many opportunities
does she have to lose us?

Three cross streets

and a major intersection
coming up.

Bravo Team, get moving.

Bogey's turning off.

Tell me
you have her in sight.

Negative. Negative.

We lost visual on the subject.
Repeat, no eyes. No eyes!

The driver must've floored it.

God.

Where did she go?

She could've turned off
any one of these roads.

Or...

the driver sped through
that intersection

and took a right.

All right! Subject may be
heading for the Langley Airport.

Copy that.
We're six minutes out.

She's gonna lead us
right to them.

Well, let's hope
they wait for her.

Langley confirms
a single engine

on Runway 0-7-2-5.

Tail number--
Charlie-Mike-Mike-

Lima-Foxtrot.

We need to ground that plane.

Pilot's not responding.

We can be there in under two!

I'll get airport security
to open the gate

to taxiway "golf".

Come on! Stop!

CFPC!

Pilot!

Shut off your engine!
Do it now!

Shut it off!

Everyone in the plane,
step out!

Show us your hands!
Do it now!

Hands! Right now!

Jolene Mendoza,

you're under arrest

for theft,
drug tampering,

and trafficking,
and wrongful deaths.

Wait! I-I told you--

I didn't have a choice!

You said
that if we caught Roman,

you would be free,

so why didn't you help us?

I did. I did!

I-I led you right here!

I--

No, Jolene.

No. You chose the Malazadine.

You knew how to smuggle it
out of the pharmacy

without getting caught.

Roman didn't come up
with that plan, did he?

You did.

Because you're smarter than him,

and you needed him
to see that--

but he never did.

He robbed the pharmacy
just like he always planned,

and he left you behind
to feed us a false location.

He used you.

Nobody used me.

You may think
you're in charge, Jolene,

but these guys-- they were
never gonna listen to you.

And what, I'm supposed to care
what you think?

With your off-the-rack suit
and little cop shoes?

You're the puppet.
Not me.

All right.

Let's go.

The information
that I have

is difficult to share.

We do have
a suspect in custody,

charged with drug tampering.

Dr. Luo helped us identify
that there was a possible issue,

but she may have
never flagged it,

if you hadn't pressed.

Hundreds of patients--
like your husband--

were taking Malazadine,

and not getting
the meds they needed.

You mean...

he might still be here?

I'm--
I'm so sorry, Carolyn.

He could have beaten it.

Thank you both,

for agreeing
to this conversation.

I am...

so sorry

for my behaviour.

I screamed
at your receptionist.

I destroyed your office.
It was reckless and--

-Please, it's--
-It's--

It's...

it was unfair

to take my rage out on you.

You didn't deserve it.

You've suffered
a terrible loss.

I'm sorry
I wasn't more available

after Wes passed.

I was so sure I'd given him
the best possible treatment.

You did.

And I'm grateful.

But I know
this wasn't your fault.

I want to make sure

this never happens
to anyone else.

Hey.

Things have changed
since we've come up.

Well... some things.

Some things, not so much.

Campbell still
loves the spotlight.

I gotta get over there.
You coming?

Oh, no. I've seen that show
a thousand times.

But this?

This is new.

Today,

the brave men and women
of the CFPC

recovered over $10-million worth

of prescription medication

that was stolen

from the Surrey General
Cancer Pharmacy.

During the course
of this investigation,

they uncovered an insidious
drug-tampering operation

preying on
vulnerable cancer patients.

You once told me

you're not a big fan of
Assistant Commissioner Campbell.

I think he's an entitled prick

who yearns
for the "good old days"

when no one
questioned his authority.

Right. And you can see
evidence of that thinking

going back decades.

I mean, you see
how many files there are?

Complaints about
racial profiling,

failing to investigate leads

because he'd already
decided who was guilty.

Totes. Tunnel vision.

People seeing
what they expect to see,

instead of what's actually
right in front of them.

Exactly.

Anyway, none of these files
are actual evidence.

They're still
just civilian complaints.

But these complaints--

they keep showing how
he prioritizes statements

from "reputable" witnesses

and discounts witnesses
if they happen to be

unhoused,
or a person of colour...

...anyone marginalized.

CFPC culture
going back to the colonial days,

and Campbell's far from
the only one.

I'd love to see him
and his buddies

looking for jobs
as mall cops,

but it's not that easy.

Every one of these files
has to be investigated,

individually.

Some of the complainants
from these old files

are probably dead by now.

So we start
with the newer ones.

We bring enough
of these forward,

the pattern will be undeniable.

The CFPC
will have to clean house.

Even if we had
unlimited time and resources--

which we don't--

and even if we weren't
understaffed and underfunded--

which we are--

every time we try to escalate
one of these complaints,

we come up against
the Blue Wall.

Do you know how rare it is

to find a cop willing
to go on the record

against another cop?

If we don't do
something right now,

innocent people are gonna
keep paying the price.

Morning, Sohal.

Kalaini.

Gabby, what do we got?

It looks like a jumper.

Ah, let's turn her over.

That's Carolyn McDermott.

There's no way she jumped.