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Previously on "19-2"...

Your cousin pissed some people off pretty badly.

He was buried in the basement of an abandoned house.

- BEN: What's in his mouth? - NICK: Concrete.

Homicide didn't even tell me.

They held it back, sons of bitches.

- Is this a group home? - WOMAN: Yes, it is.

NICK: Now, there's a shed over there,

and it's like some kids have been using it

as like a clubhouse of some sort.

If anybody decides to come forward anonymously,

give me a call.

Get me out of that shithole, and I'll tell you all about it.

There must be a better place for the girl somewhere.

- Well, there isn't. - Okay, well, she's got an uncle.

If he didn't get custody, there's a reason.

ISABELLE: Congratulations to Patrolman Richard Dulac,

who faced his first real shit show

and didn't make a fool of himself.

Pouliot, you're with me.

POULIOT: I'm in the sergeant's van again?

Yeah. I'll see you outside.

JERRY: The only thing you know how to do

is drink and bullshit people, am I right?

WOMAN: But many of them do recover

if they have the capacity to be honest.

GENDRON: If you don't mind me asking, ma'am,

I'm not quite clear on what you're doing here.

You don't need to be.

You don't remember me. Charlie Figo.

NICK: He's a crook. Looks like he's mobbed up.

Homicide is not gonna like that.

They don't know.

Nick's not gonna do anything stupid.

Not on my watch.

MARTINE: I could hear best from the vent.

Like a grown man's screams.

Sounded like some kind of animal after a while.

[Man screaming and sobbing]

[Cellphone rings]

Yeah, just a sec. Let me step away.

What's that about? He's supposed to be conducting an interview.

They're just showing her photos. One detective can handle it.

Someone brings you a witness,

you'd think they'd let you observe.

Get you a coffee.

PILCHER: Are you sure? Look at them all.

We're not in a rush.

AMÉLIE: She's been here four hours already.

How much longer is this gonna take?

Okay, I'm calling it.

This can be the last stack today.

Excuse me, I said I'm calling it.

- This is voluntary. - When can you bring her back?

WOMAN: You can contact me with some proposed times.

- What's going on? - Girl's done for today.

BOUCHARD: How about we bring some food in, take a break?

Let's go, Martine.

- Did she ID someone? - AMÉLIE: Nope.

We're done.

I'm not having her go through every mug shot they have.

Did you look at a guy named Charlie Figo?

- Excuse me? - It's just a hunch.

The guy was strutting around my cousin's funeral,

acting like he knew something.

Could you at least just show her a picture?

I can pull a mugshot.

Figo, F-i-g-o. Owns the Fortuna.

PILCHER: Oh, I know who he is.

We'd like to show the girl one more lineup,

if that's all right.

One.

What are you doing?

No.

I don't know anyone.

- AMÉLIE: And we're done. - PILCHER: [Sighs]

Sorry. No luck.

Worth a try.

[Siren wailing]

WOMAN: Copy, 19-2.

Hey. Almond milk, right?

- You didn't have to do that. - That's what good partners do.

- BEATRICE: [Chuckles] - We are still partners, right?

Take it easy there, rook.

RICHARD: [Clears throat]

Cutting it close there, boys, aren't you?

How we roll, Mama Bear.

Chartier, Barron, 19-2,

lunch at noon, foot patrol at 4:00.

Pouliot, Dulac, 19-7,

lunch at 1:00, foot patrol at 5:00.

Tyler, you're on solo, lunch at 1:00.

- What you grinning at, rookie? - He's not riding with you.

[Laughs mockingly]

RICHARD: No beautiful faces?

Nope, not today. Be safe out there, people.

- Tyler, I'm looking at you. - Don't burn your eyes, girl.

Good question, though, Richard. That was a good question.

NICK: Nice parking, asshole.

I thought I'd gotten somewhere.

- Kid played me like a book. - You don't know that.

I'm pretty sure.

Well, you tried, it didn't work.

There's nothing you can do.

- Am find a place for her? - Yeah. Stay away from it.

I'm serious. Listen to me here.

Homicide's just itching for an excuse.

DISPATCHER: All available units, we've got a fight in progress,

balcony behind 2700 Richelieu.

- [Sirens wailing] - 19-2. We got that.

- [Dog barking] - [Indistinct shouting]

19-2, we're on scene, 2700 Richelieu.

- That's a copy. - Fuck me.

- [Hip-hop music playing] - What's going on here?

They're trying to kill my dog with chicken bones!

Calm down. We'll come up and take a statement.

MAN: Thing's been barking since 4:00 in the morning!

WOMAN: Got a nice bone for you!

- Bitch! You bitch! - Hey, calm down. Settle down.

Get back inside.

Stop it with the bones already! That's enough! Just stop it!

BEN: Put the fucking dog inside!

Put him inside!

MAN: Fucking chicken bones!

Hey, hey, hey!

That's enough! That's enough!

Give me those. Give me the bones.

How do you like that, asshole?!

How do you like them chicken bones?!

Hey!

Stop resisting! Stop resisting!

[Siren wails]

[Man groans]

[Indistinct shouting continues]

Hey! Police!

Stop what you're doing right now!

WOMAN: I didn't do anything!

- Shut your face, you asshole! - Stop!

Really?!

Chicken.

- MAN: Back off! - Get used to it.

MAN: Back off! Hey!

AUDREY: [Sighs]

I'm so goddamn bored.

Yeah, it's Monday afternoon.

It's not exactly high-crime time.

Look at this guy.

RICHARD: Let's bust him.

Nah, let him be.

There's some tents up in HoMa. We could go roust 'em.

- That is so depressing. - Yeah.

You're right.

I was just trying to help.

- See you in a bit? - Yeah.

Dickie.

- Hey. - Hey.

How's it going riding with the rook?

I haven't had to change his diapers.

- Ha. Yet. - Ha.

No, but seriously, you feel okay? You good?

What the hell is that?

Well, I just mean I don't think

you should be stuck with a newbie.

What, you think I can't take care of him?

I'm not thinking about him.

Nice.

Well, I'm doing real well, Nick. Thanks for asking.

[Sniffs]

Heard you boys had a long day today.

Yeah, we did, Sarge, but I mean...

Thank Christ Richard showed up.

Saved us one chicken bone at a time.

Yeah, well, why don't you just piss off, Chartier?

- What's that? - BEATRICE: Out of line, rookie.

- What's your problem? - Stand up for yourself, Dickie!

- Grow some balls, Dickie! - And grow a 'stache!

I can't tell you guys apart!

That won't work. You won't be able to see it.

We can draw one on. We can draw one on.

- Perfect! - BEN: Stop resisting!

- Ohh! - Ohh!

- BEN: Stop resisting! - Where did that come from?

Cut him a break, cut him a break, cut him a break.

He's had a long day.

Now tell me who hurt you so Mama Bear can go beat 'em up.

All right, be good, children. I'm gonna catch you.

- BEN: Grab a beer? - I got to pick up Theo.

Next time.

- You sure? - I'm very sure.

- BEN: Put your pride aside. - Going once, twice...

All right.

Okay, we need a cop in here or something.

WOMAN: Coming!

I already called your boss. You can't do the deck this week.

Some asshole from the city's holding up the permit, so...

[Chuckles]

You're Theo's father, aren't you?

- I am so sorry. - No, it's fine.

- It's fine. - No, it's not, actually.

Can I offer you a drink at least?

Sure, why not?

[Pops]

Oh, my God, this looks so good.

Where'd you learn to cook like that?

- Your mom? - [Laughs]

- Hell no. - Your ex?

Last time I checked, a man can learn to cook by himself, Am.

He doesn't need a woman to teach him.

Totally. No shit.

It was your ex, wasn't it?

Yeah, we... we took a couple classes together.

Mm-hmm.

- Why, you jealous? - Grateful.

This isn't the most multicultural neighborhood.

Yeah, I know.

I grew up like 10 minutes from here.

- Really? - In the suburbs?

First Côte-des-Neiges.

And then we moved out here when I was 14.

- Thank you. - Wow.

You must've made it into all the high school brochures.

[Laughs]

- I guess you could say that. - Cheers.

It gave me the skills I needed to take advantage

of all the beautiful women who thought I was their gardener.

We probably went to the same high school.

Mm.

No, I think you'd know if we did.

So Nick's done with Martine, correct?

- Yeah, he should be. - Should?

Nick and "should" don't go together.

I know.

This isn't about Nick.

I shouldn't have brought her in.

She couldn't identify anybody. It's a dead end.

- Yeah, he's done with her. - And Kaz?

[Cellphone vibrates]

Aw, damn it.

This is not gonna be good news.

Amélie de Grace.

Yeah. Hang on for one second.

I'm just gonna get on my computer.

Yeah.

Well, I'm sure you're gonna want to take Theo home.

I doubt these two have actually done any homework.

[Chuckles] You're probably right.

Let's go.

Oh! [Snaps fingers]

We're still on for that date, though, right?

He's joking.

No, I'm not.

He is.

- Nice girlfriend, son. - Yeah.

Did you get any homework done?

Yeah, it was... It was chemistry.

Oh, I'm sure it was.

What about the mother, Claire? What's her story?

Dad, really?

WOMAN: Sorry about this.

No. You kidding? You saved me a trip.

BEN: What's up?

AMÉLIE: Well, we're about to find that out.

Do you mind hanging out with Martine for a bit?

- Could be a while. - BEN: Mm-hmm.

Martine, you remember Ben, yeah?

[Sighs]

- How bad is it? - She bit someone.

AMÉLIE: Shit.

WOMAN: I pulled her out before it went in her file.

I knew she was yours.

[Indistinct conversation]

Can I get the Wi-Fi code?

It's on the fridge.

Um... [Clears throat]

- You hungry? - Always.

Oh, she's got KD. You want some KD?

I'll have some of that.

How come there are no pictures of you?

You hungry or not? Other one.

Can... Can you stop fussing?

Please?

Yeah. Sorry.

Are you thinking about your hazing?

[Chuckles] Nah.

The way Tyler keeps talking about it,

it's bound to be a disappointment.

Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, rook.

Hey. Your turn to buy.

Still?

Right.

I talked to a friend at the SQ who was working the task force,

and I asked him what they have on Kaz.

And? You get an answer?

Well, apparently homicide's got a confession.

Did your friend see it?

- Do you know who it is? - No.

No, and don't go asking, either.

We'll find out who it is when they press charges.

- They're working it. Just... - Okay. They're working it.

They're working it.

Leave it alone.

WOMAN: Can I help you?

Okay. Taco salad.

Um, actually, you know what? I-I feel more like...

Maybe like... like chicken. I don't know why.

- Ha ha ha ha. Chicken, chicken. - [Laughing] It's kind of...

Okay, chicken.

AUDREY: Thank you!

DISPATCHER: All units, we have an armed robbery in progress...

- [Siren chirps] - Come on! Come back! Come on!

Come on, come on, come on!

God damn it, rookie!

- What's up? - Shut up!

[Siren wails]

We've got a robbery at 2400 Boyer,

black suspect in a blue hoodie running south on foot.

He's armed.

I'm right there.

WOMAN: 19-37. We're coming down St-Urbain.

I got him, I got him!

I got him. 19-4. I got a visual.

He's in the alley between Brébeuf and la Roche.

I'm in pursuit.

RICHARD: 19-7. We're on la Roche.

Shit.

19-7, head south to Rachel, see if you can box him in.

Copy that.

TYLER: Alley at the end of Bureau.

Copy that, 19-4.

- 19-4, do you have visual? - Negative.

He must have cut through someone's yard or something.

Shit.

19-2, converge at Bureau and Brébeuf.

19-2. We got that.

[Siren wailing]

- There, there, there! - We got him.

19-7. We got him.

In an alley heading north to Rachel.

AUDREY: Shit.

- Where is he? - I don't know.

He can't be far.

19-7. We lost contact.

Think he may have headed to Parc La Fontaine.

BEATRICE: I'm in the park.

All cars converge towards Rachel.

Where are you, asshole? Huh?

AUDREY: There, there, there! You see him?

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

- AUDREY: There! - TYLER: I got him, I got him!

RICHARD: Go, go, go, go, go!

19-7. He's headed into Parc La Fontaine.

- TYLER: Dulac, do you have him? - RICHARD: He's in the park.

- TYLER: Do you have him? - RICHARD: No. He's in the park.

DISPATCHER: All units, seal the park.

BEN: 19-2. We're on Papineau, two minutes away.

BEATRICE: Hey, you.

- Sorry? - BEATRICE: Come here a sec.

DISPATCHER: 19-37, seal the park at Rachel and Papineau.

OFFICER: Copy that.

You seen a black guy walk by here a minute ago?

Jeans, blue hoodie?

Black guy ran by here about three or four minutes ago,

but he wasn't wearing no hoodie.

Oh, yeah? What was he wearing?

Jeans, uh, black high-tops,

green shirt, some kind of logo on it.

Give me your gun. Give me your fucking gun!

You're the one in control here.

No, shut the fuck up and hand it over, all right?

BEN: 19-2. One minute out.

TYLER: Bear, you got something?

Bear, are you there? Jesus Christ.

This is 19-4.

We got a 10-7 on the south end of Parc La Fontaine.

I repeat, a 10-7 on the south end of Parc La Fontaine.

You in some kind of trouble?

Put your hand on your holster and slide it out slowly.

Do it now!

Do it now, and I'm not asking again, okay?!

- Hang on. Hang on. - Hurry up!

BEATRICE: It's coming, it's coming.

- You see it? - 19-7, switch to channel 4.

Don't move.

Okay. Okay, yeah.

We got this. We got this.

[Whispering] Dulac!

[Children talking indistinctly]

Shit.

MAN: Don't move. Don't move.

I'll kill you. I'll kill you.

No shit.

Oh. Okay.

Okay.

I see how it is.

Really, that's the best you can do?

What the fuck?

Ha ha ha! Is that the best you got, Tyler? Really?

TYLER: Dulac, get back.

- Get back! - Come on. Who even is that?

- Who is that? Gendron? - Get down! Get down!

Officer down! Officer down! We're gonna need an ambulance.

DISPATCHER: Copy that. Officer down at Parc La Fontaine.

Ambulances en route.

- Hey, rookie, you stay with us. - Look at me. Look at me.

- BEATRICE: Tyler, are you okay? - Yeah. I'm good.

- BEATRICE: Guy shot Dulac. - BEN: Where's the shooter?

- That way. - Let's go.

Assailant is armed and dangerous, on foot,

heading north in Parc La Fontaine.

White, 5'9", jeans, white T-shirt, gray hoodie.

Officers in pursuit.

[Siren wailing]

Don't lose this guy, Tyler.

DISPATCHER: All units, keep him in the park.

We need someone at the southwest corner.

Bullet just grazed him. He's gonna be fine.

Then I need you back out there now. We got to find this guy.

- Audrey, go! He's got my gun. - 19-37. Still no sign of him.

DISPATCHER: Hold your position, 19-37.

You're gonna be okay, rookie.

Sarge, I'm so sorry. I thought it was my hazing.

- I fucked up so bad. - What are you talking about?

The guy. I saw it was a toy gun, and I just...

- What gun? - The guy... The guy's gun.

We're gonna shift him up now.

19-2, what's your position?

We're in the park heading north.

Copy.

47-6. Holding at Sherbrooke. No sign of him.

DISPATCHER: Copy that.

Goddamn rookie.

Fuck, you're thinking too much.

All units be advised the suspect is armed and dangerous.

Approach with caution.

19-4, any sign of him?

[Exhales slowly]

BEN: Look at this guy. Is that him? Is that him?

Pull over, pull over, pull over.

- I surrender! - Get on the ground!

Get on the ground! Get on the ground!

Get on the fucking ground now! On the fucking ground!

- Where's the gun?! - I surrender.

- Where's the gun?! - I surrender.

NICK: You like shooting at cops, you son of a bitch?

Huh? You like shooting at fucking cops?

Did I kill him?

The cop. Did I kill him?

19-2. We've got the shooter in custody.

I'll do it right next time!

What did you say? What did you fucking say?

[Laughing]

Get in there! Piece of shit!

[Sighs]

I mean...

What was she supposed to do? She had a gun to her head.

Toy gun.

She didn't know that.

I know, but it just kind of makes it worse, right?

She gave up her weapon.

NICK: [Sighs]

Word from the hospital is he's gonna be okay.

- He out of ICU yet? - Never had to go in.

Oh, thank God.

How's Bear?

She's still with the suits.

- You good? - Yeah.

Did you see his gun?

No. I mean, a glimpse, I guess.

It was pressed against my head. I was afraid to move.

Of course.

Did you wonder why he wanted your gun when he had his own?

So I couldn't shoot him.

That's what made sense at the time.

So you gave him your gun.

And?

He shot a cop with it.

Heard about today.

- How's the rookie? - Good.

Could be back to work in a couple days.

Glad to hear it.

You coming from downtown?

You wondering about the sergeant?

Nobody's gonna blame her for this.

That's good to know.

Something else you want to ask me?

No.

You got any connection to homicide?

Not really.

They hate us about as much as everybody else.

Why?

Murder case.

Heard they got a confession. Wanted to check it out.

You got some balls on you, Barron.

It was worth a try.

- Sorry. - They shrinking?

No. Nothing's shrinking.

So how come you're not asking homicide?

'Cause I had some run-ins with some of the dicks working on it.

Guess you could say they don't really like me much either.

Elise Roberge.

Nick. Ma'am.

You gonna be in 19 long?

Forget I asked.

Have a nice day, Elise.

Mm-hmm.

WOMAN: We are going to know a new freedom and a new happiness.

We will not regret the past nor wish to shut the door on it.

We will comprehend the word "serenity,"

and we will know peace,

no matter how far down the scale we have gone.

We will see how our experiences can benefit others.

That feeling of uselessness and self-pity

will disappear.

Nick. Hi.

- Can I come in? - Uh...

- Yeah, is everything okay? - Yeah, everything's fine.

Is Allie home?

Uh, no.

[Moaning]

- What is it? - Open it.

You're an asshole.

What are you talking about? You said you needed a permit.

You know, I'm perfectly aware

that I behaved like an idiot the first time we met.

You don't need to rub it in my face.

Claire, I didn't do this to make you feel bad.

I was just down at City Hall on a call,

and I have a buddy who owes me a favor.

That's it. That's all.

Look, I know we didn't get off to a great start,

but when I picked up Theo from here,

he talked more on the way home than he has in years.

Well, he is a teenager.

Your daughter's really bringing my son out of his shell.

And to me, that's a relationship worth cultivating.

[Cellphone vibrating]

What?

No, no, just hang on. I, um...

Yeah, no, just give me a half hour.

Okay. Okay, bye.

- Oh, my God. - What is it?

It's Martine. She ran away. I had to put her in a shithole.

Shit.

BEN: She's got a social worker.

Yeah, like six hours away.

Okay. Okay.

I'm up. Let's go.

No, just go back to bed. It's fine.

- BEN: No, it's okay. - I'm not gonna find her tonight.

I'm just gonna make some calls.

I need to. I need to make some calls.

You're a good boyfriend, Ben Chartier.

- I'll be back. - I'll be waiting.

[Siren wails]

[Sobbing]

BEN: 19-2. We're taking a noise complaint, leaving the vehicle.

- Copy, 19-2. - You're lying to dispatch now?

Everybody does it.

Here, I got to show you something. Put that in.

NICK: What's this?

BEN: That's the confession.

Your cousin. I got a copy.

From where?

I told you, a guy at the SQ owes me.

Well, he owed me. He's done with me now.

- You want to see it? - No shit I want to see it.

I thought you told me not to poke my nose in this.

You were gonna listen?

So this is you keeping me out of trouble.

It's me trying to keep you out of trouble.

Ah.

Have you looked at this?

BEN: Yeah. Yeah, you got to see it for yourself, though.

- NICK: Who is he? - A serial arsonist.

He definitely burned the house down.

And he says he killed Kaz?

That's what he says. Here.

PILCHER: So you like to burn things?

MICHAEL: How many times are you gonna ask me that?

PILCHER: You've burned things before.

- This time you killed someone. - That's right.

- Who was he? - I don't know.

He came in while I was working. He got me upset.

PILCHER: And so you killed him.

MICHAEL: That's right.

Not the first time either.

PILCHER: Not the first time you killed someone.

Let's talk about this man that you killed in the basement.

What did he look like?

MICHAEL: He was black. He was bald.

PILCHER: Do you know his name?

Cassie.

PILCHER: He told you that?

MICHAEL: I read it in the newspaper.

He's lying.

This is bullshit.

Yeah, it's a false confession. They know that.

So why are you showing it to me?

You needed to see it.

Watch them railroad the poor fucker.

- I wouldn't put it past them. - No, Nick, they're working this.

I've been trying to tell you this the entire...

And you know that 'cause what, huh?

- Some prick in the SQ told you? - No.

The same fucking assholes who said that I was the mole?

No, I know it because it's true.

You have to trust them.

You got to trust them to do their job here.

- Why would someone do that? - I don't know.

Confess to something they didn't do?

I don't know. I just know that it happens.

[Sighs]

- Thanks anyway. - Mm-hmm.

19-2. We're back on.

- Hey. They found Martine. - Okay.

Yeah, she was at her uncle's.

He called it in to child services.

Good for him.

Yeah, I guess. Guy did 11 months for assault.

I mean, it's the only instance of violence on his file, but...

You should bring a cop with you.

Yeah, that's what I was thinking.

Want me to go put my uniform on?

- Definitely not. - You sure?

Yeah.

- Hi. - Hi.

You're the, uh, new social worker?

- Amélie de Grace. - Frank Ferney.

This is Officer Chartier.

Did you have to bring the cops?

I mean, I called you.

He's not here to do anything.

Okay, no problem. I'm just, um...

Just trying to keep out of trouble, you know?

- Mm-hmm. - She's down here.

She's a good kid, but I knew she was spinning a story

when she told me the social worker signed off.

I want to do this right.

Already started taking my PRIDE course.

AMÉLIE: Good for you.

I'm planning on moving all that stuff out,

paint it yellow, so that won't be a problem.

She'd have her own room.

I told you I wouldn't stay there.

And I told you that meant lockup.

You need to go get your things.

Come on, Martine, let's go.

Lady's trying to... Trying to help you.

[Exhales sharply] No, she's not.

She wants to put me away. She doesn't give a shit.

- Young lady... - It's fine. Let her finish.

Not one person at any of those places

you people have shoved me into

has ever given the tiniest dribble of a shit!

I have family. Why can't I be here?

'Cause you know better?

- Are you done? - Does it matter?

You'll never let me.

That's something we need to talk about,

but that's not gonna happen right now.

Right now I'm going to lockup. I get it.

I'll get my shit.

Martine, that's enough. Lady's trying to do her job.

What would your mother say if she heard you talk like that?

- Don't you talk about my mother! - Stop acting up!

- Go pack your things! - Let's calm down, please.

I'm sorry. Shit, uh...

Still... Still reintegrating, you know?

- When did you get out? - A while ago.

Yeah, I'm just finishing off my parole this month.

Then I'm on the straight and narrow, 100%.

You... You got to tell me what I got to do,

'cause you guys put families together, right?

Flesh and blood.

Yeah, that's a key consideration.

Just 'cause you're flesh and blood

doesn't mean you're fit to be a parent.

She brings in a check, yeah? That's part of it?

You don't know me.

Okay, thank you, Officer Chartier.

I think I can take it from here.

Maybe you want to wait for us outside.

- Of course. - Thank you.

Sorry about that.

Yeah.

You can just put your bag in the back.

Want to go back inside and say goodbye?

- Yeah. - Take your time.

You can't go shooting your mouth off like that.

- You said that you wanted a cop. - To back me up, Ben.

That girl is attached to her uncle.

If I go playing hard-ass with him,

I'm gonna lose her trust.

Blood may be thicker than water,

but that just means that they can screw you up more.

If you let them. Hey.

What happens to her now?

She goes to lockup, like she said.

Till I can place her.

At least it'll be safe.

Do you qualify as an emergency bed?

- I need a five-point check. - I can do that.

- Are you sure you don't mind? - What's it gonna be, two days?

- Probably. - Whatever it is.

[Drawer locks]

Hey.

Come on in. It's ready for you.

Thanks.

I'll be fine.

Something I can do for you?

Get in.

[Clears throat] Did you talk to her yet?

I tried. You?

No, I'm giving her some space.

She gonna lose those stripes, though.

You don't know that.

BEATRICE: Fall in.

Come on, people, I said fall in!

Let's go. You heard the sergeant.

TYLER: [Groans]

NICK: Hey, you two seen Chartier?

- No. - Maybe he's late.

Chartier? He's never late.

No, he's not.

Why am I here?

You keep in touch with your friends at the SQ?

A couple people.

Well, you must be pretty close

if they're willing to risk charges for you.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Don't play dumb, country boy. We know what you've been doing.

I'm assuming you understand the stakes here.

There are an array of serious charges

that could be laid against you

for violating the chain of evidence.

It was a false confession.

How would you know that?

Look, we figure your partner asked you to poke around,

see what kind of trouble he's in.

Answer is, a lot.

I should talk to a lawyer.

BOUCHARD: No, you don't want to do that.

- Am I being charged? - Why? What have you done?

BOUCHARD: This isn't about you, Chartier.

This is about Nick Barron.

You're riding with a guy

you don't want to be associated with.

Are you asking me to rat on my partner?

Why not? You've done it before.

It's not happening.

You back him up, makes you just as guilty as he is.

Yeah.

Yeah, um...

If I'm being charged, I'll need a lawyer.

If not, I'd like to leave now.

Fuck with our investigation again

and we won't have a choice.

Okay.

PILCHER: I hope you're hearing this, Chartier.

BOUCHARD: Be seeing ya.

So they knew about the confession.

They started listing charges.

Well, it was false. No harm, no foul.

They're all over you. They're all over you.

Okay, well, I'm not gonna fuck with homicide, then.

Awesome. Good. I buy that. I believe you.

'Cause that's actually all you do, is piss people off.

If you're not getting them killed.

- Hey, I said I get it. - You don't get it.

You don't get it. Don't say that you get it.

You don't even realize

that you're the biggest problem in this investigation.

Walking around, waving a fucking red flag.

They tied your cousin to a murder,

and you clammed up about it.

Now your cousin's dead, and you're still not cooperating.

What are they gonna see when they look at you?

- Just get more people hurt. - I know. I got it.

- I got to drop it and walk away. - Fuck you.

You are so full of shit.

No, I know! I know, Ben, okay?!

I don't...

I don't know what's wrong with me, all right?

Everything I touch turns to shit.

Goddamn right it does.

That's it, okay? I swear I'm done. That's it.

- Okay. - Okay?

- Yeah. - You got to believe me.

- That's it, Ben. - I'd like to.

I'm trying to.

Hey, son.

I thought you and Allie were going to a movie after practice.

What happened?

We broke up.

Why, did you two have a fight?

No, it's just her mom hates me.

Her mom hates you?

Shit.

I'm so sorry, son.

It's got nothing to do with you.