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Previously on 19-2...

- Got him! - 19-2, we've got a visual

on the suspect. Audrey, fucking go!

19-2, we've hit a pedestrian.

- I did it, is got to be me. - What, what are you doin'g, Ben.

PSIU's gonna close your file. Accidental death,

- fault to the victim. - They're smearing him.

They're smearing the kid that we ran down and killed.

That's our job now?

How do you think she's feeling right now?

And what happens to you?

Nothing, right?

You killed him! You killed him!

- It's the Department, it's not us. - Yes, it is! It is us!

Still gotta do that anger management bullshit?

It's not bullshit.

- It's the job. - It's not us.

It's the piece of shit job.

- Right? - I know.

The guy that we were following, he's a dealer, straight from the port.

And a shit load of drugs on him.

I took 'em from his trunk and got rid of them.

The guy we were watching disappeared today.

Anything you forgot to put in that report?

No.

- Where the fuck is your head, Ben? - I don't know.

Gun! Gun, get down!

- Shots fired! Shots fired! - Not today.

What happened? What happened?

They were getting shot at, and you were sitting in your car.

- I had my radio off. - Fuck you all!

- Yeah, fuck you too. - That's bullshit.

Get out!! Get out!

Get out!

Get OUT!!

Get out!! You bitch!

Get out! Get out!

I HATE YOU!! I hate you!

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Copy, 19-2.

- Hey Sarge, where's JM? - He's a no-show, Pouliot.

OK, we'll be supporting Tactical

while they execute warrants on the 6ers.

Ready over here, Sarge.

- On my signal, Joseph. - Copy that.

- Area is secure, sir. - Copy.

Interior's secure. Let's move.

On the third floor, let's head down the stairwell.

- Clear it out. - Hey! Hey!

- Hey! Hey! Hey! - Hey! Hey! Hey!

- Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! - What are you doing?

- Get the hell... - Enough! Don't be stupid.

- You're not going anywhere. - Don't be stupid.

- Just relax. - There you go.

I got it, man.

Ben, what happened with that detective?

- Nothing. - Come on!

- She was just doing her job. - Not even thinking about me.

Sarge? Can I talk to you for a minute?

- Yeah, what is it? - That's him.

That's the guy who shot at me at the barbecue.

- Which one? - Second to the right.

I'll bring him downtown, set up a lineup.

- You never saw him here, OK? - Sir, yes, sir.

Hey. What was that about?

I got him. The guy who shot at me at the barbecue.

- You serious? - How often does that happen?

Nice. OK.

- You ID'd the shooter? - I sure did.

- Good. - And you're welcome.

Wow.

Squad room, people. Commander wants a word.

And who is that?

Oh, she's way out of your league. Lemme take care of this.

Nice to see a sister on the squad.

Tyler.

- Dionne. - Alright.

- Sorry. Sorry, sir. - Alright. First,

good job on the raid this morning, everyone.

Tactical has asked me to pass along their thanks.

Give yourself a hand.

You may have already noticed our second order of business.

This is Roxanne Dionne, out of Station 14

with three years under her belt. She will be with us from now on.

Alright. Welcome to 19.

- Westmount girl. - Mm-hmm.

And now the Commander has a few words.

As you all know, the city is a powder keg.

The power vacuum in Montreal's organized

crime structure is not showing signs

of resolving itself, so we have to change our tactics.

No more foot patrols, no more solos, no more bikes.

I need you to watch each other's backs out there.

That's first priority.

Second is visibility. We need to be seen policing.

I want you up in everyone's face. Right now,

no crime is too small.

Commander?

Don't cut anyone any slack.

Sergeant.

Alright, well, you heard the Commander.

The world is a dangerous place right now,

so watch your asses and take no.

Pouliot, you'll take the newbie.

Hamelin, you will ride with Ryan. No solos.

OK.

You ready?

- Hey, hey. I'm Richard. - Roxanne.

If... if you need any tips about 19, let me know.

How long you been here?

Hey.

Couple years now.

- How old are you? - 23, you?

- Just turned 25. - Ah, quarter century.

Yeah, feels pretty good. Finally feel like an adult, you know?

Sergeant.

Close the door.

I got a call, report of a gunshot wound.

- One of ours. - JM.

- In the head. - He's alive.

Doctor said it was a small miracle.

His dental work saved him.

How do I tell the squad?

That's not your job.

I'll deal with it, sir.

What's up your ass?

- That's him. - The drugs you took?

- Yeah, and they killed him for it. - Ah, you don't know that.

There's a gang war going on. So a gangster got killed.

What? You heard from the detective again?

No. No, I don't expect to.

Jesus Christ. Let's go.

So your daddy gave you an update

of the gang war while he was serving you your tuna casserole last night?

- It was mac and cheese. - Oh, my bad!

It's a takeover. Outsiders are taking out Ciarelli's old guard.

Oh yeah?

What you mean, outsiders?

- I don't know. - Not from Montreal.

There's a suspected arson over on Berger.

So, what do you think of the new girl?

Always nice to see a new face in the place.

Yeah, no doubt.

No doubt. She got a couple years on you, huh?

- I guess. - Yeah. You know what that means, right?

Means you're still our rookie.

Whatever.

- At least she's hot. - Yeah, she's cool.

She's nice.

- She ain't my type, though. - Pff!

- What is your type? - My type...

In 19, someone's opened a hydrant on Clark.

You're listening to it, baby boy.

You don't even know what she looks like.

- It don't matter. - In 19,

I need someone on a hydrant.

Officer Tyler Joseph at your service, ma'am.

Copy, 19-4.

Stupid thing.

I keep telling the nurse to change the lines, but she won't.

What happened last night?

Well, I was drunk.

Went out with a couple of guys.

We had a few too many.

- And you brought your gun? - Yeah,

I was gonna clean it.

Anyways,

that's all I can remember.

Must not have checked the chamber right.

Must've forgot.

The bullet went in here

and I guess it ricocheted off my tooth or something

and... got lodged

on the outside of my skull.

The doc says there's no permanent damage,

so... good to go, Sarge.

That's your story?

Yeah.

Look, Sarge,

I know I screwed up,

but it was an accident.

And the whole thing happened off duty.

And don't you forget it.

You put a gun to your head. JM, you need help.

I know I need help.

Which is why I've already got

counseling set up.

Mm-hmm. I'm lucky I survived.

Look at me.

I know I got a lot of work to do.

But make no mistake, Sarge,

I want back on that job.

That's not up to me.

No,

I know it's not.

Hey, Sarge,

thanks for coming in.

There's nothing you could do. It's done. You did what you did.

Yep.

You even look at the guy's rap sheet,

you're implicated. Remember what happened with Kaz.

I got it.

You already lied, you can't undo that now.

Not trying to.

Prisoner in custody. We're on our way to hospital.

You worried it's gonna come back on you?

Detectives in this city... Couldn't find

their own if they didn't have a patrolman to shine a flashlight on it.

Did what I did, I got away with it, end of story.

This guy's been pulled over twice in the last three days.

Let's do it. Let's do something. Let's start our day.

Do it.

- What you pull me over for, Officer? - Out of the car, sir.

- You got a reason? - Out of the car.

Sir, you've been pulled over recently, is that correct?

I didn't do anything.

- Turn around, we'll sort it out. - On top of the car.

Spread your legs, sir. Spread your legs. Wider.

Don't even think about it.

Doesn't matter what's in your pocket, alright?

You're a juvenile. You'll walk. Do something stupid,

- anything could happen. - Wasn't gonna do anything, man.

Fuck was that? You hear that?

- Today's your lucky day, boys. - Right up here!

Right there.

(screaming Get off!

- This is private property! - Hands up. Shut up! Cuffs?

- You got him? - This is a business transaction.

- Shut up. - Nothing happening I didn't pay for.

You can't pay for rape, shut the fuck up.

You out of your mind?

Kid's a fucking rent boy!

I know what I saw! Don't tell me what I saw!

- Check him. - Are you OK? You OK?

- You gonna book me? I have my rights! - Shut up!

No. No, you're not being charged here.

So is 14 as dull as they say it is?

Lowest crime rate in the city.

So glad to be out.

Nobody complains like old rich ladies.

Not many of those in 19.

Look at that.

Play nice, boys.

Should we give them a little talking to?

Hell yeah.

Hey!

You boys wanna look at someone's tits?

- We're not doing anything. - Really.

That's my boyfriend. What's your problem?

Mind your own business.

Seriously? You don't think you can do better than this?

I'm gonna need you to empty your pockets.

- All of you. - This is bullshit.

Yep. Come on, line up, guys.

Let's go. Yeah.

- Come on, everything you got, let's go. - That's right.

Alright! fuck!

19, I'm calling all units back to the station.

- What's this about, Sarge? - You've got 10, people.

Sarge, we gotta stop by booking. We got an assault.

Move your ass.

Take a seat, please.

JM Brouillard was admitted to the hospital last night.

With a gunshot wound to the head.

He survived.

Accidental discharge, that's his story.

Says he was cleaning his weapon while drunk.

How is he?

Lucky.

The bullet ricocheted. There won't be any brain damage.

Jesus Christ.

He says he wants to come back.

- Could that happen? - It'll be up to his counselor.

And we're supposed to serve with him?

He will be going to counseling.

I wish he'd done it before.

This job can you up.

One of your squad members

put a bullet in his head.

You serve with this guy.

If you wanna take an hour

and swing by on shift,

do so.

It makes a difference.

Counselor's being briefed by the commander.

Then we'll have a group session with her.

Who's gonna see him this afternoon?

We should coordinate so we don't overlap.

Why don't we get through the counselor first?

I guess we knew it was coming.

Guy couldn't do the job. He'll be back.

You think?

Sure.

He'll probably get promoted.

Used to have his wife to take it out on.

You guys keep in touch at all? You and Justine?

Me? No. Not much.

Justine was Amélie's friend.

Hey. We're, uh, here

about a sexual assault case? Jim O'Connell?

You'll have to talk to the administrator.

- Top of the stairs, first left. - Thank you.

Excuse me. Montreal Police.

Ms. Miller.

- What can I do for you, Officer? - Uh,

it's about Jim O'Connell. He was assaulted.

We came for the rape kit.

He decided against one. Didn't think the violation was worth it.

- Do you have his address? - That kid's been through enough.

Don't pretend like the guy who did this is ever gonna go to jail.

We saw the assault.

Officer Barron and I.

He's a prostitute.

I know how this turns out. So do you.

If we don't get a rape kit, we won't have it

if he ever does this again. What about the next kid?

He'll be a pro too.

A boy was raped. He wants you to leave him alone.

All you can do is more harm.

OK. OK. You're right.

We'll tell the detective that he did a runner and we'll leave him alone.

I'm sorry about what the Department did to your son.

It was... it had nothing to do with drugs.

This has nothing to do with my son.

I need you to leave.

- We're just trying to do... - Now.

Let's go. Let's go.

Sir? Will you be putting in

- a vehicle request this year? - No. No, no.

Uh, Sergeant... How did he look?

Better than I thought he would.

I worked with a guy who killed himself.

He wrapped his car around a tree.

How did they know it wasn't an accident?

The only tree for ten kilometres.

He... he was a mess.

It was obvious but, you know, we just, uh...

called it an accident and moved on.

- It's not like that anymore. - No, no, it's...

it's much better now. We deal with these things.

Thank you, Sergeant.

- They cut him loose already? - Detectives didn't even talk to us.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - Get the fuck off me.

We watched it happen. We saw it.

- I know. - This why you became a cop?

Yeah, this is some crackdown.

- Is it there? - Yeah. Yeah, right there.

No crime too small, huh?

I'm sure.

Was it a warning or an arrest?

- Parole violation. He's going back in. - Huh. What did he do?

Intend to distribute, two years.

- No-show to his parole officer. - Ooh, bad boy.

Too bad, looks like he was doing good.

His mistake.

Hey!

Is your dad home?

- Yeah. - Ivy? Who is it?

Christopher Landry? We've got orders to bring you in.

Can't you just call my sister, get her to come pick up the kids?

- Won't take five minutes. - We can't.

Sorry, sir. Protocol.

19-4, social worker

is tied up, wants you to bring the kids over.

Legal guardian is a Melissa Charles,

1672 Sainte-Madeleine.

- Copy that, Sarge. - It's complicated.

Yeah, I bet it is.

Uh, this is 19-4, we need a unit for transport.

Ask them if they'll take the kids.

We'll take 'em.

Let me take the lead here.

I didn't get charged.

Need to see your business license, sir.

- You're kidding me. - Inspections.

You got that license?

- Yeah, it's over there. - Can I see it?

Great.

We need to look around.

This about the kid?

Routine inspection.

Look, I've been with him plenty of times,

- I never had a complaint, OK? - OK.

- You two don't get it, do you? - It's an act. The innocent thing?

They do it to get a little more out of their customers, that's all.

I think my partner and I are both pretty clear on what we saw.

You are?

So am I.

Same thing I see every Thursday afternoon.

- Don't think we'll be finished today. - Guess we'll have to come back.

Sorry about that, sir.

Guess we'll be seeing you again tomorrow.

Alright.

- This is bullshit. - Mm-hmm.

- Hey, babies. - What are you doing here?

Don't pretend you give a shit.

- Melissa Charles? - Yeah.

I thought they were with their dad today.

Parole violation.

Yeah, well, he's got 'em today. What am I supposed to do?

You have full custody, ma'am.

Come on in, guys.

Wanna come in?

Come on.

Good day, ma'am.

Something tells me they'd have been better off with their dad.

We're not social workers.

So, this Brouillard guy as bad as everyone says?

What do you mean?

He got written up for beating up his wife, didn't he?

You must be hoping he doesn't come back.

- He's a good cop. - I don't know about the rest.

You wanna stop by the hospital?

No, you've never met him, I'll just...

I'll just go after my shift.

19-7,

I need cars at the corner of Parthenais and Notre-Dame.

Copy that.

- Hey. - Hey.

- What's the call? - We're clearing out the park.

And we're gearing up for it?

- Commander's orders. - Well, isn't he sweet.

- I feel so much safer. - They say it's the new Cabot Square.

We gotta send out a message.

Did you guys see JM?

Nope, I don't need that shit.

- You? - No, not yet.

I think I'm gonna go tonight.

You alright there?

Oh, she's got this.

"She's got this".

- Jesus. - Salad's half rotten.

- I don't even want this. - Looks gross.

You wanna move?

Yeah, I'm done.

Shit.

Did it break?

Fuck!

- We can always stop by a Canadian Tire. - Let's just fucking go.

- Heeey! - Well, hey, handsome!

Wow, you look about a million times better than I expected.

Those are pretty.

- Yeah, you think? - Mm-hmm.

I need to put them in some water.

You don't need that.

So that was quite the bender you went on, huh?

And I thought I had some stories, but uh...

- you got me beat. - Yeah.

That's 'cause I tried to kill myself, Audrey.

I know.

Whole thing was a long time coming.

Jesus Christ, JM.

It's a goddamn shock, isn't it?

But hey...

a bullet in the head will wake your ass up, that's for sure.

Might've been the best thing that ever happened to me.

Set me straight.

Like it's gonna make me be a better cop.

I don't know, makes me wonder...

If I had to go through all this...

you know, just to get me here.

Just to get me... right here.

You get that, right?

Because you...

you've been through shit, haven't you?

Yeah.

Yeah.

See, me and you...

...we're not like the others, Audrey.

Are we?

No, we're not.

19-8, we've got a report of domestic,

1672 Sainte-Madeleine.

That's that place we took those kids.

19-4, we're right around the corner, we'll take that.

Copy, 19-4.

- This is my house!! - Police!

- Shut up! - You shut up, you bitch!

I told you! She hit me in the goddamn face!

Stand back right now.

Shoulda done more than that.

- It ain't your fault, kid. - I know.

Like you said, we ain't social workers.

I know.

I said I know.

- Hey, Sarge. - I got some robbery detective

refusing to issue a warrant. Indiana Jeans.

- What about it? - Guy says you're wasting his time.

Just a second, Sarge.

Sarge says he's got a warrant on Martel's place.

- Yeah, I got a friend. - Old CI of Harvey's.

He swore an affidavit he sold stolen jeans to Martel.

That's major crime.

- It's enough to get a search warrant. - He's full of.

- He's gotta be. - Yeah, so is Martel.

- Nick's got a CI, sir. - The detective has no reason

to question it. I guess you could tell them to do their job.

Alright. I'm happy to let the piss cascade back

onto Robbery. I'll make the call.

You wanna do this, let's do it.

- You're late. - You got the warrant?

Contraband? This is bullshit.

Look, these guys have been harassing me for days, alright?

I wanna call my lawyer now.

- That's your prerogative. - Do your thing, boys.

Yup.

Nice knock-offs.

Counterfeit.

- We're done here, Nick. - Yeah.

Alright, Mr. Martel, this is a summons to appear in court.

You'll be charged at that time.

If you sign here, I'll give you a copy for your lawyer.

Not a problem.

- Watch your step. - Oh.

You got a loose tile

- there on your raised counter. - Part of the old pharmacy

- used to be here. Anything else? - Let me have a look.

- What? - Stand over here.

- No! What?

- Stand over here, sir. - Hey, you have no right!

Oh! How about that?

That's a lot of molly.

Worth your time now?

Get your hands behind your back.

Alright, Mr. Martel, you're going downtown.

It's a good bust.

- Dumb luck. - So what?

Guy's gonna do years. You make your luck.

Someone should tell her.

- Farah. - Yeah?

I think I'm gonna swing by.

- Officer Dionne. - How was your day?

- A1, sir. - Glad to hear it.

- How was her day? - It was good.

No, really. I'll ride with her again.

- Pretty sure she's gay. - What happened, rookie?

Did you hit on her and she turned you down?

- Just a feeling. - Mm-hmm.

She hit on you yet?

Pretty sure she's straight.

- Hey. You heading out? - You up for a drink?

- Aw, I wish I could. - Busy night.

- Alright. - I'm up for a drink.

Really? Alright, I'll go ask the guys.

Oh, let's keep it just the two of us.

- More fun that way, right? - Alright.

Shit!

Son of a bitch.

Hey.

Hey.

What are you doing here? What's going on?

- Got some vodka. - Oh yeah!

You're a champ.

I don't need the cup, just gimme the...

Cheers. Thank you.

Ohh yeah.

Oh, that's she right there.

Oh, that's it. That's the good stuff.

- JM... - What?

What?

Who's the card from?

Huh? Uh...

the Commander had it delivered. Whatever.

- Anyone from 19 come in? - No.

Just, uh... just Suarez.

- That's it? - Yeah. Yeah.

He got up here and.

Whatever.

- You know, you kind of freaked 'em out. - Might take them some time.

You look like you got something on your mind.

No.

You're a liar.

What's on my mind

is all the YouTube videos I've got cued up for you.

Let's see.

What, more kittens or something?

No, we are light-years beyond kittens, my friend.

- Look at this. - Thank God.

What kind of degenerate shit

are you watching?

I thought of you.

- Ms. Miller? - Officer?

Yeah, the guy who raped Jimmy?

We got him.

Yeah, it was drug charges, but it was a big bust.

He'll do time.

You want me to tell the victim?

- I thought you didn't have his address. - I don't.

Nah, we'll track him down.

So why are you here?

- Just wanted to let you know. - Why?

'Cause you said I couldn't do anything.

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

- You got payback for one kid. - What difference does it make?

Well, I like to think it'd make a difference to his parents.

What was your name again?

Nick Barron.

Nick.

Heeey!

Hey, honey. What can I do for you tonight?

What do you want?

- Uh, we got the guy. - It's a different charge,

but he'll be off the streets for a while.

Probably longer than he would've been before. So...

OK. You looking for a freebie or something?

No, I was coming around this way anyway.

I just thought I'd let you know.

Sure. Thanks.

- I'll tell him to piss off. - No, it's OK.

He's a regular.

Thanks.

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