Previously, on Allegiance...
-How’s Will doing? -I don’t know.
I haven’t been able to reach him.
He’s not safe in there.
You say you’ve got connections. Maybe it’s time to use ’em.
[Klassen] If you’re gonna kiss my ass,
at least you can have the decency to drink with me.
There he is.
So, Brambilla--
You deliberately ignored that call and got someone shot.
We can’t drop everything and come running
every time Sohal calls.
I’m gonna be watching you--
memo books, arrest sheets...
you won’t so much as sneeze without me knowing.
In fact, I’m gonna make it my business
to see that both your asses are chained to a desk
after what you pulled today.
Is that a threat?
[Vince] No! It’s a promise!
[Asha, sobbing] He was getting out for me,
and you sent him back in,
just so you could get what you needed.
But what about me?
What do I tell my baby?
Asha, I’m so sorry.
[Dr. Buchanan] As physicians,
we have an obligation
to inform our patients
of the risks and benefits of all medical procedures.
We must respect whatever our patient chooses.
Coercion, force,
and uninformed consent
are morally and ethically odious.
[audience applauding]
[door rumbling]
Great talk.
I love your dedication to your patients.
Thank you.
It’s vitally important that we, as caregivers,
adhere to our duty to do no harm.
Does that include billing practices?
Mark Davies, CBBT news.
I’ve got a source on record
saying that you’ve been billing BC Health Care
for services you never provided.
-Any comment, Doctor? -That’s ridiculous.
False hours worked, fake services provided--
to a tune of 1.6 million.
Mr. Davies, I strongly suggest
that you get your facts straight
before making such reckless and defamatory accusations.
[floor bell dings]
If you’ll excuse me,
I have a high-risk C-section to perform.
[sighs]
[vehicle approaching]
[brakes squealing]
[door opens]
Whoa. What’s going on?
Stop! Stop!
[muffled grunting]
[tense theme plays]
[♪]
[thud]
[engine roars]
[tires squeal]
[♪]
[Zak] Thank you.
[Zak] Hey.
Thanks.
Yeah.
Heard Jones and Trinh are on desk duty.
Oh, yeah?
They should’ve been fired.
Abduction in progress.
Be on the lookout for a black SUV
with a catering logo on the side.
Last seen exiting
the Lower Mainland University parkade.
Two suspects.
Armed and dangerous.
Copy, en route to LMU.
[siren begins wailing]
[Vince] And you think you saw
one of the men carrying a cordless vacuum cleaner?
Yes.
Are you sure it wasn’t a gun?
The other guy had a gun.
This guy had a vacuum cleaner.
I’ve gotta pick up my son from baseball practice.
Yeah, well, he’s gonna have to wait.
He’s 10!
Obviously, you don’t have kids, asshole.
Keep it up! Yeah, and I’ll arrest you
for obstruction of justice.
You got it...
asshole? -Officer Gabinski! A minute?
[indistinct investigation din in background]
-Yeah? -What’re you doing?
I’m doing my job.
Do it less forcefully.
You look like crap, Gabby.
You drink again and you’re done. You know that, right?
Hey...
[doors thudding]
[indistinct conversations]
[Vince] You get stuck in the chaos?
-It’s complete gridlock. -Yeah.
We lost our suspect vehicle at 200th and 56th.
I heard something about traffic lights not working?
They went berserk.
Changing colours at whim.
Fender benders everywhere.
And our suspect vehicle?
Well, they made it through by the skin of their teeth.
Gone. Poof.
Well, let’s hope they left something here for us.
-What do we got? -The witness says
she saw two men wearing bandanas
shoot a guy
and toss his body into a black SUV.
It said "Mother’s Feast Catering" on the side.
She didn’t hear a gunshot.
Silencer?
Maybe. But there’s no sign of blood anywhere.
She get a description of the victim?
Too far away.
CCTV camera over there.
Any idea which of the vehicles belongs to our victim?
Not yet. We’re still questioning people.
It’s gonna take awhile.
I’ve got Forensics taking photos
of all the cars and plates.
I’ll get ’em to Gillian as soon as they’re done.
All right, thanks, Vince.
Oh...
our witness was pretty sure
she saw one of the abductors with a, um,
cordless vacuum cleaner.
I don’t know, maybe they’re neat freaks.
It’s a busy university parkade, middle of the day--
these guys are brazen.
Sabrina.
This is Taser confetti.
[♪]
There’s only four of them.
Taser cartridges usually deploy between 20 to 30.
Yeah.
So this witness wasn’t seeing things--
these guys had a cordless vacuum cleaner.
Well, with any luck,
the anti-felon I.D. tags on these little guys
will lead us straight to our abductors.
[Gillian] All units--
catering vehicle just spotted entering
Waterfront Industrial Park.
Command, 6103. On our way!
Nah, no, no, no. You’re riding shotgun.
Let’s go.
[Gabby pounds hatch]
[Gillian] 6103, we’re also getting reports
of explosions at Waterfront Industrial Park.
[siren wails]
Command, 6103.
Located the suspect vehicle in flames.
Anyone in the vehicle?
Negative.
Looks like they deliberately set the SUV on fire.
How the hell’d they just disappear?
Getaway vehicle?
[♪]
Anything back on the Taser AFIDS?
Uh, ahem, I traced them back to a place in Seattle.
Reported stolen three years ago.
Most likely sold on the Dark Web.
What about the parkade’s CCTV footage?
Nothing but snow... but I do have some good news.
I, uh, I narrowed down the names for the vehicles
parked on the 6th-level parkade,
and the only one who hasn’t picked up their car
is, uh, CBBT journalist Mark Davies.
[Sabrina] Was he working on a story at LMU?
[producer] Never mentioned anything to me about it.
What about enemies or recent threats?
It’s an everyday occurrence.
Mark’s an investigative journalist--
pisses a lot of people off.
We’re gonna need to see his work laptop.
I can’t do that.
He’s got highly-sensitive material on that laptop.
Confidential sources.
Privileged conversations.
You’re gonna need a warrant.
Well, we’ve got a well-known journalist
abducted by two men in bandanas.
And they had a meticulously laid-out plan.
Knew exactly where he’d be this morning,
and precisely where he parked his car.
They’re tech-savvy, sophisticated...
scrambled CCTV cameras,
signal-jammers,
stolen Taser...
Yeah, took great steps to leave no evidence at the scene.
This level of strategy and organization--
it doesn’t seem like the work of one or two people.
What if we have a mastermind pulling the strings?
Yeah, but so far, no ransom note or demands.
So what do they want? What’s their end game?
Mark Davies investigates stories
around political and financial corruption.
Then maybe he exposed someone or something.
A politician, C.E.O., a real estate mogul...
had them fired, or arrested.
[hitting keys]
There’re over a hundred search results for Mark Davies.
He’s exposed a lot of high-profile people.
Some powerful people.
But why take him?
If he ruined them,
why not just kill him there, in the parkade?
What if it’s not a story he’s already written?
What if he’s working on something new,
and someone wants to stop him from exposing them?
Your in-house computer genius
was able to crack Davies’ password
three minutes after getting the warrant.
Boom! That’s a new record.
Thanks, Gill.
Try his calendar,
see if he had any meetings at LMU.
[Sabrina] No. Nothing. No morning meetings.
Dentist appointment in the afternoon.
’Kay. What about this "new story ideas" folder?
[whacks key]
"Rise of financial extortion
on South-Asian businesses in Surrey."
Big enough story to put him in someone’s crosshairs?
Some of these extortionists have been known
to shoot at, burn down people’s businesses, homes,
so, I’d say yes.
"Longshoremen union being run by a biker gang
known to import drugs and guns via cargo ships."
Well, so far, we’re two for two.
I’ll take the longshoreman.
All right, I’ll keep looking at the laptop,
get Vince to take the other owners.
And, hopefully, our "in-house computer genius"
finds something on the industrial yard CCTV.
Just speed it up to before the van arrived.
Wow. Somebody needs a Happy Meal.
Give us a sec, Gill? Mm?
Yeah. Come on.
-What’s up? Ahem. -Go home.
What?
Yeah. Take your attitude and your hangover out of here.
Oh, come on, Vince.
I’m this close to reporting you.
Really?
[chuckles bitterly]
Okay.
[theme swells with darkness]
[♪]
Sorry about that. Where were we?
Yeah.
[♪]
Organized Crime Unit
has been surveilling the longshoremen
for almost a year.
Mark Davies definitely wasn’t a target.
If he was working on a story, the bikers didn’t know about it.
Well, Vince talked
to a few of the South-Asian business owners,
and none of ’em say a word about being extorted.
Maybe out of fear of retaliation?
They all denied knowing Mark Davies.
It’s Gillian.
CCTV from the industrial yard was tampered with.
That’s three times now.
These guys are like cyber-ninjas.
What are we missing here?
Well, I checked all the morning events
going on at the university--
women’s soccer practice,
sustainable innovation seminar,
and an ethics lecture with...
renowned gynecologist Dr. Doug Buchanan.
Okay, not exactly hard-hitting news stories.
Hey, wait.
What time did Dr. Buchanan’s lecture end?
11:30.
That’s around the same time Mark Davies was abducted.
[keys clacking]
[Sabrina] I’m gonna search "Buchanan."
Mark got a tip that Dr. Buchanan
was defrauding BC Health for $1.6 million.
[Gillian] Abandoned vehicle at LMU, P5.
-On our way! -Silver Mercedes.
License plate-- Tango...
Mike-Romeo, zero-six-eight.
Registered to Doug Buchanan.
-[door shuts] -[Sabrina] There it is.
[♪]
Oh. The hood’s open.
[♪]
Fuel line’s been cut.
Zak...
[♪]
A journalist and a doctor. What’s the connection here?
They could be working on a story together.
Yeah. Maybe someone wanted to silence them
before they exposed something?
Well, someone’s got to know something.
Dr. Buchanan has a private practice.
In my experience,
receptionists see all, hear all, know all.
Have there been any threats made against Dr. Buchanan?
Threats? No!
What about complaints?
There have been absolutely no complaints.
Not one disgruntled patient?
Detective,
I have worked with Dr. Buchanan for over 10 years,
and I can tell you this--
not only is he an exceptional ob-gyn,
he’s one of the most caring doctors you’ll ever meet.
But he might be in real danger.
So, if there is anyone that you can think of--
There was this one ex-patient.
She came storming into the office,
with her husband,
both of them yelling and waving their arms around,
and demanding to speak Dr. Buchanan.
No decorum whatsoever.
[disdainfully] You know how these people are.
"These people"?
They’re Ind--
[whispers] ...they’re Indigenous.
I started to call the police,
but Dr. Buchanan stopped me.
He’s a very compassionate man.
What was the patient’s name?
Lisa-Marie Lamont.
[dark, thrilling theme plays]
[♪]
[Gillian] A Dr. Buchanan is officially listed as "missing".
[Zak] Thanks, Gill.
We’re just arriving at the Lamont residence.
[quiet, eerie theme rises]
[♪]
No vehicles.
No sign of anyone.
[Zak thumping on door]
Police! Open up!
-[click] -Door’s open.
[♪]
[Sabrina] CFPC!
[♪]
[Zak] Clear!
[♪]
Clear.
[♪]
Doesn’t look like anyone’s been here for years.
[Gillian] Sabrina, I’ve got something on Lisa-Marie Lamont.
Go, Gill.
She was in a terrible car accident two years ago.
She and her husband
and their two-year-old daughter, Riel,
were coming back from a powwow
when they were hit by a drunk driver
who was a 20-year-old university student.
Her daughter died on impact.
Lisa-Marie was seriously injured.
She spent months in the hospital,
and, um, it looks like her marriage fell apart
a year ago.
She’s archived photos
of her and her husband from around that same time.
[Sabrina] Thanks, Gill.
I wouldn’t come back here, either.
[♪]
[Sabrina] Zak?
[♪]
[click]
[rumbling]
[♪]
[Zak] Holy crap!
[Sabrina] This is surveillance of Davies and Buchanan.
Someone’s been working on this for months.
[Zak] Sabrina, look at this.
"Fake stories to reel in journalist."
-Look at the circled one. -"Fraudulent billing.
Buchanan steals 1.6 million from tax payers."
It’s the anonymous tip that we found on Davies’ laptop.
They set him up.
It’s a big story. Of course he’s gonna follow up.
Right after Dr. Buchanan’s talk,
they abducted him.
They must’ve nabbed him just before or just after.
Okay, so we have the how-- question is, why?
High-end recording equipment, professional backdrop...
they wanted Davies to broadcast something.
They wanted Buchanan to say something on-camera.
What if Lisa-Marie wanted her undisclosed complaint
to become public?
So maybe our kidnappers aren’t two men?
They’re a husband-and-wife duo.
Gillian, can you pull an address
on Lisa-Marie’s ex-husband?
[Gillian] Yep. Just give me a sec.
Uh...
he’s in the Yukon, working at a diamond mine.
You’re sure?
Yeah, I got his socials right here in front of me.
He posted a pic outside the mine
30 minutes ago. -So who’s our second kidnapper?
[♪]
[van rumbling over asphalt]
This is gonna work, right?
It’s me and you.
We got this.
-[chassis jostling] -[tape snaps]
[snap]
One more move, and I will shoot you dead.
[chassis clatters over bump]
[skirmishing]
[driver] Auntie!
[groans]
-[gun discharges] -[gasp]
[thud]
[Lisa-Marie gasps in pain]
-[Lisa-Marie groaning] -Lisa-Marie!
[♪]
[Lisa-Marie groaning]
Oh...
-[rip] -Tell me what to do!
Put pressure on the wound.
[♪]
-Keep going. -But you--
Get us to the cabin!
[♪]
[whimpers and sobs]
[panting with panic]
I can’t imagine what she’s going through.
Losing a two-year-old.
Your only child.
Looks like her death ripped their family apart.
[♪]
Yeah, I don’t think I could go on.
Sadly, some parents don’t.
Sabrina.
It’s maybe a sister?
Gillian-- I’m sending you a photo.
Need to know the woman next to Lisa-Marie.
[Gillian] Copy.
Zak, I got two stencils here.
One for "Mother’s Feast Catering,"
and the other...
Their getaway vehicle.
Gillian, we think our suspects may be travelling in a van
with a "Seedlings Florist" logo on it.
Copy.
And I was able to do a reverse match on that photo.
The woman beside Lisa-Marie is Mêkwan Marchand--
she’s Lisa-Marie’s niece.
There’s a lot of comments about her being a computer whiz.
And get this-- she is also another former patient
of Dr. Buchanan’s.
[♪]
[groaning softly]
Sir, I’ve got one of the hostages on the line.
[Bolton] Patch him through to Sohal and Kalaini.
-[keys clack] -Hey, Sabrina?
I’ve got Mark Davies on the line.
I’m putting him through now.
[Mark] I was abducted.
I just escaped.
It was two Native women. -Mark--
They had a gun.
There was a struggle.
It went off, one of the women was shot.
I took off, I ran for my life.
Mark, I need you to slow down, okay?
You said two women?
Yes.
All right, and w-where did you escape from?
Uh, a big van-- like the kind that carries mail.
They had another guy, Dr. Buchanan.
He’s still tied up.
Where are they now?
They took off after I jumped out of the van.
They were headed, uh, north on Eagle Ridge Road.
How long ago was that?
30 minutes, tops.
Mark, where are you?
I don’t know. I... A dirt road somewhere?
Where are we?
Lake Trail Road, near Mile Seven.
Mark, how bad is the woman’s injury?
I-I don’t know. There was a lot of blood.
Do you know why you were kidnapped?
No. No idea.
Okay, hang tight. An officer will be there soon.
[Gillian] All units--
suspects are travelling in a black van,
"Seedlings Florist" logo on the side.
Last seen heading north on Eagle Ridge Road.
Eagle Ridge leads right to Bear Lake.
They’re on their way here.
Suspects are--
Lisa-Marie Lamont, 38,
Mêkwan Marchand, 27.
These women are armed and dangerous.
Most likely headed for a cabin at Bear Lake.
They still have one hostage-- Dr. Doug Buchanan.
We need to bring him home, safely.
Command, we’re setting up outside the cabin.
If they come this way, we’ll have them.
[Bolton] Copy.
[♪]
[Lisa-Marie whimpers]
[Buchanan] She’s losing a lot of blood.
She needs immediate medical care!
[speaking Cree]
I don’t want you to--
Takes more than a bullet to keep me down.
Keep going!
[♪]
Sir, based on the location where we found Mark Davies,
we can estimate that they are about
two kilometers south of the Bear Lake turn-off.
6103, suspects should be
two kilometres south of the cabin.
What’s your E.T.A.?
[Vince] Coming from the north end, on Eagle Ridge.
I’m still four clicks out.
[Bolton] Sohal and Kalaini are closer, but step on it.
Sohal, Kalaini, 6103’s nearest backup,
but the suspect van could get to you first.
Copy.
[♪]
[power-up chime]
[♪]
Oh, shit!
Should’ve been here by now.
Command, still no sign of the van.
What the hell happened? Could your math be wrong?
No.
They-They must’ve turned off.
There’s nowhere to go.
[Gillian] Unless they drove right past the exit.
The cops found the cabin!
[Lisa-Marie whimpers]
[♪]
[Zak] Camera.
We’ve been made.
[Bolton] 6103--
suspects may have diverted from cabin.
Could be headed your way.
Copy.
It’s okay!
[♪]
If you run, I will shoot you.
-[Doug grunts as binds snap] -Stand up! Turn around!
-[snap] -Help her.
[Lisa-Marie whimpers]
[♪]
[shouts] Hands in the air!
[Lisa-Marie whimpering]
[♪]
Just do as I say, and no one will get hurt.
[door thumps shut]
[Doug] She’s losing blood.
Could be internal bleeding. I can help her.
You’re not touching me!
Get back from her!
Sit down!
Do you have a first-aid kit?
[Doug] You need to keep pressure on the wound.
You have to keep her warm.
Shut up!
[gasping through pain]
Grab that quilt.
[♪]
What’s your name?
Tom.
Thank you, Tom.
[Doug] You should elevate her feet.
[♪]
[whimpers]
Hey... it’s gonna be okay, nitôsis.
[♪]
[car door closing]
[quiet, unsettling theme rises]
[♪]
[Mêkwan] Put pressure on her wound.
[♪]
[Lisa-Marie gasps]
[♪]
It’s the cops.
Command, we’ve located the suspect vehicle.
It’s outside of a country store--
"Homestead Treasures."
Address is 47 Meadow View Lane.
6103, what’s your 20?
[Vince] Five minutes away.
Covering.
[♪]
Don’t let them in.
Tell them you have hostages in here.
My girl, you can do this from in here.
[window thuds]
Get back!
We’ve got hostages in here!
Command, suspects in the store--
we think they’ve taken more hostages.
[Bolton] How many more?
Unsure at this point.
We’ll get an Emergency Response Team out there.
We’re gonna need an ambulance.
[Bolton] Copy.
Tox screen, my friend.
What exciting things
are happening in the world of crime today?
Hello?
Have we identified which woman was shot?
[Zak] It’s likely Lisa-Marie Lamont.
Mêkwan Marchand is holding court.
What about Dr. Buchanan? Alive?
[Sabrina] Yeah, we think so.
Get E.R.T. on the line. Possible hostage extraction.
[voice shaking] Auntie? I need your help.
Commander, this is Superintendent Eli Bolton.
What’s your E.T.A.?
We’ve got to get inside, keep those hostages safe.
No. We need to keep her calm until E.R.T. gets here.
You take point.
Probably best if they hear a female voice.
[panting anxiously]
[tense theme plays]
[♪]
[Sohal] Mêkwan?
Mêkwan? My name’s Sabrina.
I’m with the CFPC.
I understand that your aunt’s hurt.
We want to help. We can figure this out.
Can you just tell me what is going on?
That idiot journalist shot her!
Can you let her out,
so we can get her to the hospital?
No hospitals.
Stick... to the plan.
[Mêkwan] No hospitals!
[Sabrina] Okay, no problem, Mêkwan.
Can you tell us if Dr. Buchanan is okay?
He’s alive...
for now.
[♪]
We need a first-aid kit!
All right, I’ve got one in the car.
I’m gonna bring it to you, okay?
Sabrina...
it’s too risky.
We’ve got a woman in there with a gunshot wound.
She might not make it.
I’ll throw the kit onto the porch.
I need to get close enough to her
to talk to her one-on-one, if I--
[sharply] Sabrina.
[gently] No.
[♪]
Gillian, we need a phone number for Mêkwan Marchand.
[Gillian] On it.
[♪]
There’s more cops.
It’s okay. They can’t do anything.
Not with other people in here.
[♪]
[Zak] Suspects are inside.
One seriously wounded, and they’ve got more hostages.
-How many? -Don’t know.
Tell them we’ll get ’em the first-aid kit
if she tells us how many hostages she has.
Okay.
[♪]
Mêkwan?
I’ve got the first-aid kit, I’m gonna get it to you,
but I need to know how many people you have
in the store with you, first.
-Three. -[quietly] Command, 6103.
Subjects have three more hostages.
Four, including the doctor.
Copy. Can we get visuals?
[Vince] Negative. Two vehicles parked in front.
Might belong to the people inside.
I’m sending photos of the plates.
I’ve got a cell number for Mêkwan.
Sending it now.
[text alert chimes]
Yeah, got it.
[Bolton] Our number-one priority
is to get those hostages out of there.
[Mêkwan, on phone] Hello?
[Sabrina] Hi. It’s me, Sabrina.
Thought it’d be easier for us to talk by phone.
We’re gonna toss the first-aid kit
onto the porch, okay?
Okay.
Don’t try anything stupid.
[♪]
Auntie, they’re gonna throw a first-aid kit onto the porch.
How many months?
Eight.
I’m so ready for her to come out.
[♪]
[sets chair down]
Thank you.
-Gauze, tape... gloves... -[gravel crunching]
[Vince] Someone’s coming.
[♪]
Where is the first-aid kit?
Tenille! What are you doing here?
I’m here to help.
Well, there’s no body. It’s a hostage situation.
I know.
[♪]
[Mêkwan] We need the first-aid kit!
Look, our people don’t trust the police.
You know that!
Let me take them the first-aid kit.
It’s not safe, Tenille.
Yeah, Zak’s right.
She has a gun. She’s escalating now.
She needs to see a friendly face.
An Indigenous face. Please.
What if we put a vest on her?
We’ll cover her from here.
[Mêkwan] What’s taking so long?
[Zak] It’s coming!
Okay.
All right, okay, but you stay low,
and you head for the right side of the building,
and stay out of the line of fire.
You toss the kit on the porch and you head right back,
and the minute you feel like you’re in danger,
you give us the signal, we’ll be there, okay?
Okay.
All right, I’ll call Mêkwan.
[♪]
[line ringing]
[agitated] Hello?
Hadii, Mêkwan. Si sozi, Tenille.
Yinka Dinee’.
Wet’suwet’en, Gitumden Dees Day.
My name’s Tenille.
I’m Wet’suwet’en.
I belong to the Bear Clan.
I’m gonna bring you the first-aid kit, okay?
[calmer] Okay.
[♪]
All good.
Auntie, a-a Wet’suwet’en woman,
she’s--she’s gonna bring the first-aid kit.
[whimpering weakly]
Auntie? Auntie! It’s coming.
[quiet, uncertain theme rises]
[♪]
Give me a "test"?
Testing? Testing?
-Can you hear me in your ear? -Mm-hmm.
Okay. All right.
[♪]
Are you ready?
[tense theme pulses with danger]
[♪]
Mêkwan?
-Are you alone? -Yes.
[Zak] Okay, Tenille, drop it on the porch.
[♪]
Tenille, do you copy?
Tenille, resume your position.
[quietly] I know what I’m doing.
[♪]
Hi. I’ve got the kit.
Thanks.
I have medical training.
I’d like to help Lisa-Marie.
[Zak] Tenille, stand down!
[♪]
Okay.
[♪]
What the hell’s she doing?
[Zak] Tenille, do you copy?
Got it. Thanks.
Lisa-Marie, I’m Tenille.
How’re you doing?
Just a little pinch on the left side.
Well... let’s take a look at that little pinch.
Tenille?
-[static crackling] -You hear that crackling?
[Zak] Yeah.
We can hear her, but she can’t hear us.
[♪]
Okay...
[crying out]
Okay. You’re doing great.
[groans]
[approaching siren wailing]
[line ringing]
[phone buzzes]
Yeah?
Mêkwan,
the ambulance has arrived.
How’s Lisa-Marie doing?
She’s gonna be fine.
Thanks for sending in Tenille.
Yeah. No problem.
And how about you? You doing okay?
Yeah.
That’s good.
It’s probably been a bit of a stressful day for you.
[♪]
I know that you and Lisa-Marie
must have a good reason
for why you took Dr. Buchanan.
But the other people in there--
they have nothing to do with that.
How ’bout you let them go?
I’ll think about it.
[♪]
[Sabrina] I appreciate that. Thank you.
I’d like to understand what happened.
Can you tell me why you took Dr. Buchanan?
He knows why he’s here.
[♪]
And, soon, the whole world
will know, too.
What will they know, Mêkwan?
[dark theme swells]
[♪]
[silence falls]
I pushed too hard.
[Vince] No, you did great.
You’ve got her talking. You’re calming her down.
These things take time.
Gillian, how far away is the E.R.T.?
[Gillian] I wish that I had an answer for you.
There’s a multi-car crash on the Alex Fraser.
They’re stuck in traffic.
We can’t wait any longer.
We’ve got to get Tenille out of there
and negotiate the release of the hostages.
[♪]
She’s going into hypovolemic shock.
What does that mean?
If you don’t get her to a hospital soon,
she’s gonna die.
[snaps in her language]
[calmly] Her body temperature is dropping.
She needs blood and oxygen.
I’m right here, nitôsis.
She’s dying!
[roars] And it’s all your fault!
Mêkwan! She still has a pulse.
Let me take her to a hospital.
[Mêkwan] A hospital?
His death chamber!
Are you Christian, Doctor?
What’s that saying?
"An eye for an eye"?
[Mêkwan, shakily] No... No, no, no.
No! No! It wasn’t supposed to go like this!
Mêkwan...
please, put the gun down.
[Mêkwan] This isn’t how it was supposed to happen!
Lisa-Marie wasn’t supposed to get shot.
The journalist wasn’t supposed to get away!
[Tenille] Mêkwan.
[Mêkwan] We just wanted the world to know!
[Tenille] I know.
We wanted them to know!
[Vince] Come on, they’re escalating now.
We’ve gotta get ’em out now.
[dark theme surges with intensity]
[♪]
[coolly] And it’s all your fault.
Please, no.
I have a wife, kids--
You have kids?
How nice for you.
Mêkwan...
please...
don’t do this.
You don’t know what he did to us!
[shaking] Yes! I do.
I know because he did it to me, too.
[♪]
I was only 25 years old.
[♪]
I was having pelvic pain
and my doctor said
that Buchanan was the best ob-gyn there was.
I went to you for help.
I thought I was having a minor operation.
I didn’t find out what you had done to me
until I was... 34!
[♪]
[seething] But I have buried that pain for a lot of years,
until I found out what was happening here.
[rages] Still? You are still doing this?
[roars] How many?
[♪]
Lisa-Marie and Johnny...
they had a bad car accident.
Their daughter, Riel, was only two years old.
She died on impact.
Took a long time to heal.
When she was finally ready to have another baby,
she couldn’t get pregnant,
so she went and she saw a reproductive specialist,
who told her that she had been sterilized.
[♪]
She was in shock.
She’d had a C-section delivery with Riel.
Dr. Buchanan...
did that surgery.
Dr. Buchanan...
sterilized her!
[♪]
My partner and I tried to have a baby...
[sniffles]
...and we couldn’t.
So I went to the same specialist...
...and she told me that I’d been sterilized, too.
[♪]
She held my hand and cried with me.
I went to the police, and they didn’t believe me!
It was my word against a white doctor.
Lisa-Marie and I both filed complaints
with the B.C. Medical Board,
but nothing happened.
We went to the media--
nothing happened.
That’s why they did this.
[♪]
They kidnapped Davies
so they could get their story out there.
[♪]
No one ever listened!
No one ever listens.
And it’s all Buchanan’s fault.
They’re listening now, Mêkwan!
I’ve been live-streaming the whole thing.
[♪]
[Mêkwan] Tell me why you did it.
I didn’t do anything wrong!
You sterilized us!
I performed tubal ligations!
I was acting in what I thought was the patient’s best interest.
What is it that you believe?
You say that you have compassion towards women?
What about us?
You don’t think that we’re not women?
We’re not human?
You are a murderer!
You stole life from us!
[♪]
What gave you the right to play God?
Look at me.
Look me in the eyes
and tell me that I’m not worthy of being a mother!
[roars] You’re not!
[seething] Indians are unfit!
Mentally defective undesirables
who shouldn’t be having kids!
[Tenille sobs]
[♪]
[sirens approaching]
[Sabrina] Hey! Stop!
[Vince] Stand down. Stand down!
[tactical gear jostling]
Whoa. Easy. Easy.
I have to kill this monster,
so that he doesn’t steal any more life from us.
[officer] Go for the windows!
[officer 2] Building’s covered!
[Tenille] Mêkwan--
Any last words, Doctor?
[shakily] Mêkwan, we have to let these people go.
We have to get Lisa-Marie to a hospital.
In the next three minutes,
one of those officers is going to take a shot,
and you will be dead.
Lisa-Marie will be dead...
and he wins!
You don’t think that they’ll shoot us
if we walk out there?
They don’t care if we live or if we die!
Nobody does!
[drums begin pounding]
[♪]
[women’s voices rising in traditional song]
[Tenille gasps and sobs]
[drums beating, women singing in their language]
[singing "The Women’s Warrior Song"]
[♪]
[through tears] They’re here for you, Mêkwan...
...for Lisa-Marie.
[Warrior Song continues over pounding drums]
[♪]
[singing in their language]
[♪]
["Women’s Warrior Song" continues]
[♪]
[drums cease, women singing in harmony]
[♪]
[door thuds as Warrior Song continues]
[♪]
[drums resume pounding]
How you doing, friend?
Si tsini,
my grandma...
used to take me into the bush to pick wild strawberries--
the "heart berry," she called it.
Women’s medicine.
And she’d hold one up and she’d say,
"My girl...
yin tidilk’i’n
is the only berry
that has seeds on the outside,
and each one of those little seeds
is carrying life inside."
[Tenille sniffles]
"Yin tidilk’i’n
is taking care
of hundreds of her babies
right in front of your very eyes..."
[dark, spare instrumental rises]
"And one day, you will, too."
[Tenille sobs]
[♪]
I met a Métis woman awhile back--
"Auntie Jo,"
and she shared something with me, uh,
she heard from a Chief.
There’s no concept of justice in Cree culture--
the closest word would be kintohpatatin...
which, uh...
translates into
"you have been listened to."
I heard you... Tenille.
I heard you with my whole heart.
Misiyh, Vince.
-Yeah. -Thank you.
Oh...
I... [sobs]
yeah...
[sniffs deeply, sighs]
[Sabrina] It was a long day.
The women are filing a lawsuit against Buchanan and...
other doctors across Canada.
So...
Mêkwan and Lisa-Marie--
[sniffles] ...go to prison,
and Buchanan will get up tomorrow
and go back to the operating room.
Canadian doctors have been
sterilizing Indigenous women without their consent
for over a hundred years.
Michif Senator Yvonne Boyer
has been trying
to get a bill passed to make it illegal.
12,000 cases
of forced or coerced sterilization
against our sisters,
our cousins, our aunties, our mothers--
[heaving sob]
When is it gonna end?
[exhales, wrought]
I’m sorry, Tenille.
You know, the video that Eva took,
it went viral.
Every news station in the country is covering it.
There’s not a person who won’t know
what Buchanan did.
It’s more than people knowing, Sabrina.
It’s about being believed.
[sniffles]
[♪]