Original subtitles

Previously on "19-2"...

ISABELLE: I don't see how the commander

can be held responsible

for the actions of a dirty cop on his watch.

- Ben, check the car! - Hurry up!

ISABELLE: The commander and I want to congratulate

everyone involved in today's incident.

BEN: It turns out I can get out of my lease.

AMÉLIE: Oh, Officer!

I just knew that, like, once you had me in your bed,

like, you wouldn't want to let me out of there.

MORIN: You've met the station detective there, Latendresse?

- What do you want done? - Put her in her place.

ISABELLE: I asked your permission

to open an investigation into the leak,

and you shut me down.

You can't win by being right.

BEATRICE: Detective Isabelle Latendresse

is being transferred out of 19.

I prefer to call it 29 days of being sober.

I'm saying I've seen the light, bro, and I ain't going back.

It's your cousin. We found him.

They found him in some abandoned place in Hochelaga

that burned down.

He was tortured.

BOUCHARD: You got to come clean here, Officer.

Or are you in too deep yourself?

CHARLIE: I don't know what your cousin was thinking.

Anybody does something like that,

there's gonna be a price to pay, no matter who it was.

You trying to say something?

Rap sheet looks like he's mobbed up.

Walk away, Nick.

Walk away.

[Indistinct talking and laughter]

- Terrified of the bugs. - You are?

[Indistinct talking and laughter continues]

Come on!

Come on!

WOMAN: Can I help you?

NICK: Hi. Sorry to bother you, ma'am.

I'm Officer Barron of the Montreal Police.

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

Well, the property across the lane, the one that burned down?

Where they found the body?

Yeah, there's a shed over there,

and it looks like some kids have been using it

as like a clubhouse of some sort.

I don't know anything about that.

I just thought maybe I could talk to some of the girls here,

see if they might know anything about it.

Sure. You got a warrant?

It's just a question. It won't take long.

Not without a warrant.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Let me give you my business card, maybe...

[Siren wailing]

WOMAN: Copy, 19-2.

♪ Feelin' my sound ♪

♪ They say I'm too bright ♪

♪ They say I'm too deep ♪

♪ They say I'm too gangster ♪

♪ They say I'm too street ♪

[Up-tempo hip-hop music playing]

[Gulps]

[Cellphone vibrates]

Hey, stranger.

Yeah, I miss you too. What's up?

Right now?

Yeah.

Um, not really.

Hang on a second.

Okay, yeah.

Right now?

How long are you gonna be here?

Uh-huh.

Yeah, I'd love to.

Just text me when you're done, okay?

Okay.

- He's an old friend. - Boyfriend?

Yeah, I haven't seen him in years.

He was working in Baltimore the last time I saw him.

- Now he's back. - Mm-hmm.

Now he's back.

So he just wanted to see you, or...?

He wants to offer me a job, actually.

At the new superhospital.

Are you really this fragile?

- Totally cool with it. - Mm-hmm.

I'm not gonna be that guy.

Okay, then.

Hey, what's the story with Isabelle? What'd she do?

She didn't do anything. Gendron just fucked her over.

Well, we all knew he wanted to fuck her,

just not quite like that.

BEATRICE: All right, folks, listen up.

Must you talk like that?

A few reminders... You need a detective,

you have to take a trip downtown.

When are we getting a new detective in the station?

GENDRON: I don't know that we are.

NICK: That's bullshit.

We got to go downtown every time we need a signature?

Joseph and Dulac, you are over gas quota.

- Keep it in 19. - RICHARD: Yes, sir.

Anyone home over there?

You good?

GENDRON: Now I want to talk about something serious.

The city has a jaywalking problem.

- [Laughter] - No. No joke.

This is a map of the high-risk intersections in the district.

- Joe Public's gonna hate us. - NICK: Mm-hmm.

This is how we turn things around as a team,

meeting one productivity goal at a time.

BEATRICE: And we do have some good news today.

AUDREY: Oh, oh, oh, oh.

NICK: Uh-oh.

GENDRON: Since Officer Chartier landed in 19,

he has been all about impact.

A few days ago we saw that impact

when he saved that child's life.

In the two short years he's been here,

he's racked up an impressive amount of merit marks.

In fact, he's racked up enough

to become a member of the Order of Merit.

[Whistling and cheering]

This is from the chief. Straight from the chief here.

"On behalf of the entire department,

I would like to offer my personal commendation

to Patrolman Ben Chartier.

His exemplary work represents policing of the highest order

and serves as an example to officers everywhere."

Keep it somewhere safe.

- I will. - Congratulations.

Thank you.

Can we see it?

- NICK: Shiny. - Sweet!

So, what, you get merit badges from the SQ too?

Oh, there he is. And shut up.

You know a Detective Grou? G-r-o-u, no l-x at the end.

- What department? - Human resources.

Wants me to apply for detective.

You got headhunted?

Do they do that? I didn't know they did that.

You gonna go for it?

No. No, man, it's not for me.

Good man.

Maybe they should spend more time solving cases

instead of headhunting.

Want to elaborate?

Oh, shit. What's in his mouth?

Concrete.

They poured it down his throat and let it set.

Homicide didn't even tell me.

They held it back, sons of bitches.

How did you get this crime scene report?

- I got a friend. - You...

Fuck's sake, Nick.

Homicide is not gonna like that.

They don't know.

Went by the burned-out house this morning

and saw it for myself.

- Come on! - He's my cousin, Ben.

I mean, look at the guy. Look at him.

I'm not doing anything wrong.

No. No, you did that already.

You and Kaz. Look how that turned out.

Let's go.

Oh. [Clears throat] Excuse me.

Hope you don't mind. I needed some privacy.

I won't be long.

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.

May I ask how long you're gonna be with us?

I heard Deputy Chief Morin is taking retirement.

It's too bad. He seems like such a decisive guy.

Close friend of yours?

Yes, I've known him since the academy.

He'll be missed.

I'll take Latendresse's office.

I just need yours for another half hour, hour tops.

Of course.

Jaywalker.

Another jaywalker.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

DISPATCHER: 19-4, fight in progress

at La Taverne on Ontario.

Yeah, 19-4 responding.

BEN: 19-2. We'll back up.

Goddamn, rookie.

- [Clattering and grunting] - MAN: Get the fuck out!

All right, police! Break it up!

- Police! - Stay back, ma'am.

TYLER: Break it up! Break it up!

RICHARD: Hey, hey, hey, hey. Back.

MAN: It's my bar!

RICHARD: I understand. I still need you to get back.

Here we go. Here we go. Calm down.

All right, let's go. Let's go now.

What the...

- You stay right there. - Shit! Shit! Shit!

- NICK: Tyler, you okay? - Are you all right?

- Yeah. - MAN: Aw, man, look at this.

That's like a grand of inventory right there.

Should've cut him off sooner.

- [Handcuffs ratcheting] - RICHARD: Come on.

- Rookie, you good? - Yeah.

19-4 making an arrest.

- You all good here? - TYLER: Yeah.

- You sure, big man? - Yeah, I'm good.

We were good when we worked together.

Ah, so we would be working together.

We'd both be on the pediatric ward.

I'll send you the job posting. Think it over.

Yeah. Please.

It's really nice to see you.

Yeah, it's good to see you too.

I'm living with someone.

Oh.

I, uh, didn't think you were interested in doing that.

Well, things change.

His name's Ben.

Cool.

MAN: 25-10. We're on it.

MAN: 32-6. On our way.

[Siren wails]

Hey, oh! What is this? Hey!

BEATRICE: Oh, look at this guy.

AUDREY: Aww...

Hey!

Anger's a secondary emotion, my friend.

Anger management 101.

You had to do that too?

- Yeah. - Hmm.

Had some issues before I came out.

We use anger to cover up fear, which is a primary emotion.

Hey, did you have that brown-haired colored chick?

The one who always wanted to make you cry?

Yeah! Like she feeds on human tears.

Yep.

And so did you cry your eyes out?

- Hell no. - Yeah, me neither.

Hey! You want to watch where you're going?!

Are you blind, or are you trying to hit me?!

Excuse me?

You want to remember who you're talking to there, sir.

You think you own the road?

Okay, what you want to do right now is take three deep breaths

and really ground yourself

before you ever touch a police car again.

Okay? Like this.

[Inhales deeply, exhales slowly]

Breathing. All right? Thank you.

This is bullshit!

[Engine starts]

[Indistinct talking and laughter]

You don't have to put them out on my account.

He's a cop. I've seen him before.

She's right.

My name's Nick Barron.

But don't worry, nobody's in any kind of trouble here.

You girls know about the shed of that house that burned down?

Looks like somebody's been using it as a hangout.

YOUNG WOMAN: Not us.

Again, nobody's in any kind of trouble.

I just want to ask you some questions about that house.

YOUNG WOMAN: What happened?

Well, that's exactly what I'm trying to figure out.

Anything?

Nothing?

[Sighs]

All right, well, if anybody decides

to come forward anonymously, give me a call.

Go on, take it.

Hey.

You got one of those for me?

How'd it go with your friend?

- My ex? - I know.

It's a hell of a job.

Tell me.

Well, I would get to be a supervisor,

and I'd get to pick my own cases,

and I'd get to make my own hours.

Work regular hours.

That's like the impossible combination in my line of work.

Good. Take it.

Take it. I mean it.

How's Nick?

- Homicide called him in. - What?

He said they treated him like a suspect.

Is he...

I mean, they don't know anything, do they?

- No. - Yeah, how could they?

Kaz was tortured.

- Well, Nick didn't kill anybody. - Nick will be okay.

As long as he doesn't do anything stupid.

Well, he's not gonna do anything stupid,

not while you're watching him, right?

Not on my watch.

[Cellphone rings]

I got to take this.

Amélie de Grace.

[Indistinct conversations]

My man.

I don't want your money. I want you to go.

Go? I-I just got here.

No, you didn't just get here.

No! It's time for you to go.

Oh. All right, I'm sorry.

- Stop apologizing. - Should we call the cops?

He is the cops! No more fucking cops!

- Just pour me a drink. - Don't pour him a drink.

- Just one drink. - Help me get him out of here.

- Let's go. - TYLER: I'm not drunk!

What is... What is wrong with you guys?

- MAN: Good night, bud. - TYLER: What?

- MAN: Come on. - Okay, okay, okay, okay.

I left my cigarettes at the bar!

MAN: You're going.

My cigarettes are at the bar! You didn't see them?!

Oh, my God!

[Door closes]

- Aw, man. - [Cat meows]

Oh, look at the kitty!

Look at the kitty.

[Sighs]

Oh, man.

[Glass breaks]

Ow! Shit!

Fuck!

Oh! Fuck!

[Whimpering]

Oh, motherfucker.

Whoo!

[Laughing]

Thank you.

Oh, fuck. Ow!

So this is what the end of the world looks like.

[Laughs] Motherfucking zombie apocalypse.

Whoo!

AUDREY: Aah!

WOMAN: Audrey, come on, tap out.

AUDREY: [Groaning]

Come on, we know you're tough already.

- Tap out. - [Groans]

MAN: Someday I'm just gonna break your arm.

WOMAN: No, Kim, you won't.

I want to go again.

- Again? - Yeah.

- Hey. - You, uh, hear from Tyler?

- He's not in the lockers? - No.

He didn't call.

How's he doing? With the rookie.

- Dulac says he's a good mentor. - Kid's a good liar.

- I'll call him. - I'll try him too.

BEATRICE: Tyler's sick today,

so Pouliot, you're riding with Dulac,

lucky winners of bike duty.

Hey, looking forward to it.

BEATRICE: Sir.

GENDRON: Yeah, I just wanted everyone to understand

that just because we're short bodies...

it doesn't mean that our productivity goals are reduced.

All right?

I need everyone to pitch in and make up for the shortfall.

- Is that understood? - RICHARD: Yes, sir.

Is that our new detective?

No, that is not our new detective.

Carry on.

BEATRICE: Barron, Chartier, 19-2, lunch...

- What's the story with Joseph? - Sick day.

Is he sick?

He hasn't missed a day in months. He's due for one.

Hey. Don't leave them any wiggle room.

They'll exploit it every time. Especially your former partner.

Yes, sir. Understood.

Okay.

Did she talk to you, the inspector?

No. Is she going to?

When she does, I want to know.

And be careful what you say to her.

She's the one that had Detective Latendresse

transferred out.

All right, Schwartz, Wilensky's, Romados. What are we doing?

- I don't care. - All right, Wilensky's it is.

You always pick Wilensky's. You love Wilensky's.

It's an institution, bruh.

I know. Just pick somewhere else.

Thought you just said you don't care.

I don't. Just somewhere else.

Oh, I see, I see.

So I make all the suggestions

while you just sit there and shoot them down, is that it?

No, it's good. We'll go to Wilensky's.

We're obviously we're not going to fucking Wilensky's now.

Honestly, just pick a place.

We spend half of our lunch

trying to figure out where we're gonna go.

Here's what we're gonna do, all right?

We're gonna alternate days, all right, and whoever decides,

no debate, that's it.

- No debate. - All right. Today's my day.

Go get 'em.

Damn, I don't even know what I want.

Look at that. Look at what time it is.

It's already 12:25. Pick a spot.

Is it 12:25?

All right, Wilensky's it is.

RICHARD: No shame.

He's not even pretending. It's insulting.

Look at him.

Come on.

- Where we going? - Shut up.

RICHARD: Well, there's no shortage of action in 19.

What the hell are you doing in 19 anyway?

It's where they sent me.

Come on, don't bullshit me. I know about you.

What do you mean?

Your father's a chief inspector.

Uh, yeah, but I don't like to broadcast it.

It's too late for that, legacy.

- It's not so bad. - Oh, don't kid yourself.

Maybe you weren't here for the whole Houle thing,

but you're gonna be tarnished all the same.

I actually did meet him a couple times... Houle.

- Before he... - He ate his gun?

- Yeah. - At least he had the decency.

Let's bust him for jaywalking.

Fuck jaywalking.

This is stupid. We need a car.

Do you want me to call one?

You know a friend of Amélie's named James?

- The doctor? - Yeah.

Yeah, that was the one.

Mom was planning the wedding and everything. Why?

What about her?

Nah, it was just mostly Mom.

Why'd they break up?

I don't remember. I think he moved away or something.

Why? Why all the questions?

He's back.

Oh.

Well, you don't have to worry, Bambi.

He ain't got nothing on you.

You safe.

[Groans]

What the fuck?

[Woman and children singing in French]

[Sighs]

Thank you.

- I got to go do something. - Who was that?

Maybe a witness.

What, about Kaz?

Yeah.

- Where'd this come from? - Group home next door.

Nick. Nick. Nick.

Should you be doing this?

If no one else is going to, then yeah.

Isn't that always the case?

If I find anything, I'll turn it over.

Is that all right with you, Mr. Black and White?

So you remember that place that burned down?

Yeah. We all saw it.

We watched it burn from our roof.

Before that, did you see anything going on in that home?

Anything at all?

Yeah.

Yeah? Like what?

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

Come on, I got no control over that.

Of course you do.

Girl in my last home saw another girl get gang-raped.

She told police, and she got placed in a mansion

in Westmount right away.

Yeah, well, this is a very different situation.

But if I did see something serious,

and I was willing to cooperate...

Are you saying you saw something serious?

Look, don't play games with me.

You won't be disappointed.

What's so bad about this place, anyway?

It looked okay to me.

I could easily go live with my uncle,

but social services won't let me.

Why not?

MARTINE: They say I have a history of cutting,

but it's bullshit.

It happened once like five years ago,

but it sticks to my file forever.

You want to check? See?

Okay.

Okay, well, before we do anything,

I need to know exactly what it is you saw,

and then maybe we'll see about what we can do for you, okay?

How's that?

Fine. Forget it.

Hey.

Hey, man.

Hey, that's mine.

19-2.

DISPATCHER: 19-2, go ahead.

Whatever, man. Do what you got to do.

19-2, what's your call?

Never mind. Cancel that.

- Where'd you go? - Took a piss. How'd it go?

I don't know. I think she's playing me.

She's a crafty little one.

Why? What does she want?

She wants out of her group home in exchange for a statement.

Ah.

So, what does she know?

I don't know.

Maybe she saw nothing. Maybe she saw the whole thing.

Well, what are you gonna do?

Talk to Amélie to see if she can swing something.

I'm not sure you bring her into this.

It's her job to help the cops with foster kids.

No, it's her job to protect the kids.

Right.

So, what happened?

There was a break-in last night.

Mm. They catch the guy?

Nope.

- What about the, uh... - It doesn't work.

Hmm.

[Sighs]

AMÉLIE: You must think I just wave a magic wand

and make this happen.

- I'm not her case worker. - So talk to her.

- Why can't you talk to her? - 'Cause she'll shoot me down.

Come on, Am, where's the kid's file?

It's in Chicoutimi.

Why is the girl's social worker in Chicoutimi?

Because that's where she's from.

We have a broken system, I know.

They got a telephone, right?

Come on, Am, I'm not asking for anything radical here.

There must be a better place for the girl somewhere.

Four homes closed down this year because of budget cuts.

The place she's in is already a better place.

She says it's the worst one she's been in.

Of course she says that. They all say that.

Okay, well, she's got an uncle.

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

Damn it, Nick, you had no right making promises.

I didn't make any promises, Am.

I just said I'd check, and that's what I'm doing.

She says she knows something about Kaz.

Oh, now you tell me?

Just see what you can do.

What about you, Tonto? You just gonna stand there?

If she knows anything, we'll report.

Oh, well, aren't you a good boy?

Please, Am.

Look at this guy.

What? Are we invisible?

Yeah, he'll do.

[Siren wails]

You get him. I'll get the van.

RICHARD: Okay.

AUDREY: 19-7 in pursuit of a dark gray van

heading south on St-Urbain.

Got you, motherfucker.

What, do you think you got me here?

Asshole.

Fuck!

God damn it! Son of a bitch!

Fuck!

You lost him?

Would've had him if I'd been on a bike.

- Yeah, probably not. - Where'd you lose him?

- Down that way. - Goddamn it, rookie!

Making your daddy real proud right now.

Hey, that's not fair. You left me.

Give me a boost.

- Come on! - Yeah, okay.

AUDREY: Jesus.

Holy shit!

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

This place is worth checking out.

Do you want to call in for a warrant?

Or you can put on your big-boy pants and be a cop.

Well, jack-fucking-pot. [Laughs]

[Laughing] Wow!

[Clattering]

Police. We're coming in.

[Clattering]

Hey! Come back here!

Got you, motherfucker.

[Laughing]

Oh, come on.

RICHARD: This was a really big fish.

It was a whole... It was a whole ring, really.

I mean, there must've been, what...

- 2,000 bikes, I'd say. - Yeah, 2,000 bikes between...

I mean, robbery didn't even know this place existed.

Tremendous work, Richard.

Tyler, how you feeling?

Shitty.

Had something a couple weeks ago too,

It went in about 24 hours. What was it, the flu?

Yeah, Chartier, it was the flu.

I'm good now.

You all right? You don't look so good.

I've been better.

BEATRICE: All right, people, let's get this over with.

Today's beautiful faces. Pass them around.

We are ticketing Laurier Park.

Be on the lookout for people who are drinking.

WOMAN: Usually men and women

who are constitutionally incapable

of being honest with themselves.

There are such unfortunates.

They are not at fault.

They seem to have been born that way.

They are naturally uncapable

of grasping a manner of living which demands rigorous honesty.

Their chances are less than average.

There are those too

who suffer from great emotional and mental disorders,

but many of them do recover

if they have the capacity to be honest.

Man, oh, man.

[Sighs]

Hey. I know you.

- I don't think so. - Yeah, I do. You're a cop.

- Wrong guy, dawg. - 19, right?

I'm in 37, east end. Jerry.

- Tyler. - Hey.

It's good to see brethren in the rooms.

We need more of us. How much time you got?

- A bit of time. - Yeah? How many days?

None.

You're in the right place.

Yeah? Nice meeting you, Jerry.

You got a safe place to stay tonight?

Excuse me?

Do you have a safe place to stay tonight?

I'm good. Don't worry.

Let me ask you something.

The only thing you know how to do

is drink and bullshit people, am I right?

Yeah.

Come on. Let's go.

Okay, lights out.

I usually watch a bit of TV before I drift off.

Lights out.

Good night.

[Footsteps]

AMÉLIE: Hey.

You're home late.

Robbery squad said 20 minutes three hours ago.

I left you a message.

It's better to text me.

It's okay. I just got home. I didn't call you.

Why are you sitting here in the dark?

It's peaceful.

I like the streetlights on the walls.

Any update on the job?

Yeah, I really want to take it.

Good.

Congratulations.

- I can't. - Why not?

- I got kids I can't dump. - You can manage it.

No, I can't.

Thank you, though.

I'm gonna help James find the right person.

We're having breakfast in the morning.

I found a place for Martine.

- It's not exactly great, but... - Nick will appreciate it.

I wasn't thinking about Nick.

Good.

MARTINE: Every night for three straight nights,

screaming, crying.

NICK: When was this exactly?

MARTINE: I don't remember what day exactly.

It was after the big storm.

Look, you have to be perfectly clear

so there can be no confusion.

I could hear best from the vent.

It went on for three nights.

Like, for hours.

Sometimes quiet.

Sometimes loud.

What kind of screams did you hear?

Like a grown man's screams.

But then sometimes I couldn't tell.

It sounded like some kind of animal after a while.

See anyone coming or going from the house?

During the day, I...

I saw a white guy going in and out.

A white guy? What kind of white guy?

I don't know. Just a regular white guy.

I need you to be more specific.

Please.

He was carrying one of those big bags of concrete into the house.

Concrete?

Yeah.

It was heavy for him.

How old was he?

Pretty old.

Like maybe 40.

And then what?

Then I'd sit here like this and listen.

Now it sounds like the ocean.

[Man screaming and sobbing]