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.