there's a warehouse in brampton. parker: no, too far. the georgian downs racetrack! they used to run product through there. it's a big space, easyo hide. vet facilities too. thanks, detective! all right, team, georgian downs racetrack, let's go! (truck screeches to a halt) (gunshot blast) brendan: ungh! (volley of bullets) sam: brendan, we heard shots! what's going on? how many? (heavy pounding on door) sam: brendon, how many are there? brendon: curtis?! sam: brendon, you're wounded; sam: let me help! curis: daddy! brendon: let's go, buddy! come on, up we go! sam: brendan, the keys! please, we can help! don't leave us here! brendon: up we go! (heavy pounding) jason: come on! (heavy pounding) (keys clank on the floor) come on! (banging) sam: get down! down! (door bursts open) police! stand down! (gunfire) (unloads a burst of counter-fire) (sirens wail) sam: running out of ammo, doc. get me out of these cuffs! (firing shots) ed: shots fired! direct to threat, let's move! (gunfire blasts, loud explosion) (volley of bullets) (air hisses) (sam fires a few rounds, then tri