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Previously on "19-2"...

Everyone will wear these, every shift.

No exceptions.

[Laughing] So we're wearing these funny pants?

We got orders here. No one goes inside.

[Indistinct shouting]

Don't ever touch my partner!

- [Indistinct shouting] - MAN: Fuck! My eyes!

Audrey, enough. Audrey.

You still got to do that anger management bullshit?

It's not bullshit.

I came to talk.

There's no place for you here. Go back to Montreal.

[Door closes]

He keeps drinking, he's gonna die.

- He won't listen, Ben. - He has to.

Otherwise we're killing him ourselves.

Suddenly you care.

Suddenly you're back in our lives.

You're the one walking out.

TYLER: Another organ donor, huh?

We are not gonna leave this for the morgue.

I found a home for Martine. One drawback.

It's in Sherbrooke. She doesn't want to go that far.

You recognize any of these guys? Did you see them anywhere else?

Maybe you could give me a hint.

Have you ever heard of a guy named Charlie Figo?

Criminals approaching you... That's an opening.

An opening for what?

I don't know. Find out.

CHARLIE: Officer Barron.

Is there a place we could talk in private?

Sure.

Don't worry. It's all brick in here.

No one can hear us.

[Line ringing]

MAN: Narcotics.

Yeah, this is Officer Barron.

I got a food truck at the corner of St-Laurent

and Place du Marché.

It's pretty obvious they're dealing drugs.

MAN: You said the corner of St-Laurent

and Place du Marché?

What are they dealing?

I'm thinking heroin.

All right. We'll follow up.

NICK: Okay.

[Door closes]

Nick.

Good to see you so soon.

Look at us.

Working day and night.

You try those tacos I mentioned?

Yeah, I swung by.

What did you think?

No luck. It was shut down.

Turns out they were dealing drugs.

How about that?

You want an espresso? I make the best.

You know what I want.

I'm a man of my word.

Good.

See how it works out for you.

Then we'll decide how much more you owe me.

I'd rather lock that down now.

Lock what down, Nick? This is a relationship.

It evolves.

Do what you got to do. Then we'll talk about it.

I'll be seeing you.

[Siren wailing]

WOMAN: Copy, 19-2.

WOMAN: Hey! They're blocking the intersection!

Are you gonna do something about this?

Or are you too busy drinking your coffee?

I can call traffic enforcement.

That's ridiculous.

That's how it works. I'm sorry.

Oh, right, I get it.

This is all just part of your protest, right? Like your pants?

I mean, honestly, you dress like that,

how the hell's anyone supposed to take you seriously?

Sorry you feel that way, ma'am.

Wait. Wait, that's it?

You're supposed to be the police!

I will call parking, all right?

No, it's not all right! Nothing about this is all right!

DISPATCHER: In 47 we have two men panhandling

at the 20 off-ramp.

That's bright.

Hear that? Two guys panhandling on the highway.

Yeah, Inuit.

They were kicked out of Cabot Square.

How? Don't they just go back?

They closed the parks. Renovations.

74-12. I'm solo. I'll need backup.

What's your deal today?

DISPATCHER: Copy that.

The baker. Charlie Figo.

Awesome. Awesome.

- He offered me a name. - When?

When? When did you talk to him?

Elise. She said to play it out.

Is that why...

Is that why you're sleeping with her?

She's an inspector. Makes it legit.

Sure.

- You want to see a name or not? - No.

All right.

You're a manipulative bitch. Who?

MAN: 32-6. On our way.

[Computer chimes]

- So who is he? - Read it.

BEN: Alfonso Batista.

16 arrests, 4 convictions.

He's a pimp.

Think he's connected to Tremblay?

I don't know.

He's running strippers, it turns out.

There's already a warrant out on him.

He skipped bail.

Aw, man, this is way too obvious.

You know this baker's yanking your chain, right?

I figure, yeah.

What's the high-and-mighty girlfriend say about it?

Haven't taken it to her yet.

I thought I'd run it by you first.

Why you getting me involved in this, man?

I figured you're stuck in the car with me,

you got a right to know what it is I'm doing.

Well, I think that's bullshit. You want my in, I get a say.

You say walk away.

- That's right. - Can't do it.

Then leave me out of it.

All right.

I'm doing it right, though.

There's no way homicide can come down on us.

- You got to admit that. - Two o'clock.

- [Thudding] - [Man grunting]

[Siren wails]

BEN: He's gonna run. He's gonna run. He's gonna run.

- NICK: Go, go, go. - Police!

Police! Stop! Stop!

Hey! Hey!

Stop! Stop!

Against the fence. Against the fence. Hands up!

Jesus Christ.

Stay right there, sir!

Look to your left. You got anything in your pockets?

Anything that's gonna hurt me?

Hey, hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Chartier! What the fuck?!

Where the hell are you going?!

Dad?

Sir? Sir, you okay?

I'm gonna call you an ambulance.

No, I'm fine, fine. I just stopped for a drink.

Sorry. Sorry.

- What got into you back there? - Nothing.

[Line rings]

Hey, Mom. Just checking in.

Hey, Ben. It's good to hear from you.

Everything okay with Dad?

No, not really.

He, um... He hasn't come home.

What do you mean?

- He left. - When?

Last night. We had a fight.

He was drinking.

No, it wasn't last night. It was the night before.

Why didn't you call me?

Ben, could you come home, please?

Marc's on the road.

Yeah, I will.

Uh, I'm at work right now, so...

Well, he'll turn up.

Mm-hmm. Okay. Bye.

Bye.

- Everything okay? - Yep.

Just, uh, got to go home.

Stupid pants.

It's policy. Everyone's got to wear them.

At least it's getting us some attention.

Oh, come on. We're a fucking mockery and you know it.

Nobody's mocking what happened at City Hall.

No, they're just calling us out-of-control thugs.

Union's really lost it this time.

Whatever.

We got to do something, no?

AUDREY: Look at that. Pretty lousy parking job, huh?

J.M.: That ain't right.

- Look at the plates. - Yeah, the mud.

J.M.: What's that about? They're out of province, man.

AUDREY: You got a feeling?

Let's check it out.

19-7. We have a Secure Deposit armored car in Square-Victoria.

DISPATCHER: Copy that, 19-7. We'll contact their dispatcher.

Yeah. New Brunswick plates.

New Brunswick plates... Golf Bravo Oscar 6-1-0-7.

Copy.

Hey, you need to stand back. We're on a pickup here.

You in from New Brunswick?

Gonna need to see your license and registration, please, sir.

I said you need to stand back!

Hey, an officer just asked you

for your license and registration.

Now.

Hey, back the fuck off!

Hey, calm down! You calm down right now!

- Lower your gun. - You put the gun down!

AUDREY: Lower your weapon.

Vehicle 26. We're being held up. We need the police right now.

- Just calm down. Just relax. - Drop it!

- Drop the weapon! - You drop it.

- Back away from the vehicle! - Fucking you drop your gun!

- Put it down! - 19-7. We need backup.

- We have a robbery in progress. - Put it down!

- You drop that gun now! - Back off, motherfucker!

[Gunshot]

Okay, okay, all right.

- [Indistinct shouting] - [Police radio chatter]

Drop your gun! Drop your gun!

- Back off! Back off! - Drop your gun!

Drop your gun!

Do what the fuck she says! Do what she says!

DISPATCHER: 19-7, armored vehicle checks out.

This is a legitimate pickup. I repeat...

Get in the goddamn truck!

[Door slams]

What the fuck is going on?

- What's happening? - Nothing.

- What do you mean, nothing? - Nothing happened.

[Sirens wailing]

[Up-tempo hip-hop music playing]

- Lap dance half price? - Mm. What a bargain.

Listen, maybe you can help me out here.

I'm looking for this guy. Have you seen him?

No, I see you.

- Another time, sweetheart. - Okay.

All right.

Hey. I'm looking for the manager.

It's back here? Thank you.

- Hey, you the manager? - Yeah?

I'm looking for this guy. Have you seen him?

I don't know. Maybe.

You're gonna want to help me out here.

Look again.

Be sure.

His name Al?

Al Batista. Alfonso.

Yeah, he used to hang around. Ain't seen him in a while.

Look, he was running girls.

You sure you want to take his side?

He doesn't come here anymore.

- Couple months at least. - Where can I find him?

Some other strip club.

- Ben. - How are you?

- You're all wet. - Any word?

No. I called the police.

Okay. I'll talk to Jerome.

I should go look for him.

Well, you want to have some coffee first?

You drove all this way.

I'm all right.

Well.

It's good that you're home, Ben.

No one's seen him.

He's probably crashing on a Legion buddy's couch

or something.

You think he could've gone to the city?

Montreal?

Not likely.

Thought I saw him.

Seriously?

Nah. Couldn't have been him.

No. He's around here somewhere.

You try the hunting shack?

Went by this aft. No one's been there in a while.

Don't worry. We'll find him.

- Whole station's on it. - Thanks, man.

We look out for our own.

[Engine starts]

MAN: We're on our way.

Just left Notre-Dame, heading north.

72-45. I'm on it.

Hey.

You want to tell me what happened?

Nothing happened.

Couple of rent-a-cops lost their heads

and they almost got them blown off.

That's what happened, sir.

Not how they're telling it.

AUDREY: Oh, you're gonna take their word over ours?

One of these assholes fired off his weapon.

You gonna come down on us for that?

Do you know how close you came to fucking your careers?

You called for confirmation.

Why didn't you wait till you had it?

Because the guy pulled a gun on us!

You both got enough shit on your file.

- You don't need more. - Okay, you know what?

Next time there's a robbery, we're just gonna step aside.

How about you make sure it's a real robbery first?

Okay, the bottom line is nothing happened.

They fucked up, not us. Period.

Don't kid yourself.

It happens again, you're off the street.

- Do you hear me? - Oh, sir, yes, sir.

Get out.

- AUDREY: Big man. - Fuck him.

WOMAN: No from the second floor.

- [Gunshot] - [Woman screams]

Oh, fuck me. Oh, Jesus.

[Indistinct shouting]

Stay back!

Don't come near me!

[Indistinct shouting]

[Screaming]

Talk on the phone, huh? Who you talking to?

Who you talking to?!

Fucking pussy. [Laughs]

Aaah!

[Door closes]

You're up already?

Yeah, I got to get back. I got a shift.

You could call in.

Nah, we're already short bodies. It wouldn't be right.

I've, um... I've done everything that I can do here.

Jerome says he's got the whole squad on it, so...

Okay. Let me make you some breakfast.

Mom...

Maybe you could, um...

Maybe you could come back with me.

- To Montreal? - Yeah.

Oh. [Laughs]

Don't be ridiculous.

You don't have to be alone.

And when he comes back, what will he think?

Maybe you need to stop worrying about what he thinks.

I can't, Ben. I need to be here.

Will you, uh... Will you come back tonight?

I'll call you later.

[Humming tune]

Joseph.

Right.

Can't forget that.

- Don't spill it, please. - Mm-hmm.

That's me. "Sure Shot" Tyler.

[Water running]

Oh, look who it is. It's Officer Chartier.

- What you want? You want a sip? - Get that shit out of here.

[Laughs]

So why are you looking at it, then?

Hmm?

Huh, Chartier?

You ever wonder if you get a buzz off a drunk guy's piss?

- Not even once. - Huh.

Yeah, me neither.

Got to wonder, though.

How much longer you got to keep doing that?

As long as they keep asking for it.

But I'm clean, so it's all good.

- [Door opens] - Ohh.

I'm sorry.

Were you two lovebirds having a moment?

Shut up, Dickie. Show some respect.

Can't make a joke?

Hey.

How's things up north?

My dad's missing.

Oh. Shit.

- What happened? - He walked out or something.

And you're here?

You look like shit. Got any sleep last night?

Hey, fellas! Look who it is! It's Wyatt Earp!

Freeze!

Who you drawing on today, big boy?

Fuck do you know about it?

I know you and Audrey got into a little shoot-out.

RICHARD: Must be the combat pants.

Giving him new ideas.

Now the rookie's being funny? This is hilarious.

TYLER: No, man, you hilarious!

What am I missing here?

Oh, apparently Audrey and J.M.,

they tried to hold up an armored car.

[Laughter]

All right, you know what?

You guys can make all the dumb little jokes

all you want, all right?

We'll see how funny you think it is

when you get a gun in your face.

And you don't even know who Wyatt Earp is.

TYLER: Ooh!

Oh, yes, I do, boy.

I sure do. Freeze!

- You got him. - Dickie! There we go.

You sure you haven't seen him? Okay, thank you.

It's going nowhere.

You sure it was your dad?

No. No, he'd never come into the city.

I don't know what I'm...

He came in once when I was a kid

to go to a hunting show at the Big O.

Said he'd never come back, and he hasn't.

Maybe you should look back home for him.

- It's not home anymore. - It is to him.

You talk to Amélie about him?

What's she supposed to say?

Well, knowing her, I'm sure she'll have something.

She's been busy.

Find a place for Martine?

Found something in Sherbrooke, but it's not gonna work.

All right, well, keep me in the loop, will you?

Why?

Why do you care?

I might have to show her a lineup

if I can find that Batista guy.

You don't... You don't quit, do you?

- You don't quit. - All right.

I shouldn't have brought it up. My bad.

Yeah, but you did.

I'm leaving you out of it like you asked.

Right, but you're dragging Amélie in instead.

That's exactly what you're doing.

I'm not dragging Amélie into anything.

She's not even the kid's worker.

Good, so if you need something from Martine,

talk to her fucking social worker.

Don't go near Am.

All right. Easy. Back off.

Back off? Back off. That's funny coming from you.

It's hilarious coming from you.

Wow.

[Line ringing]

- JEROME: Yep? - Hey, Jerome. Just checking in.

Ben, sorry, no news.

Looked as far out as St-Adolphe-d'Howard,

but we got nothing.

Yeah, I know.

I know you would've called if you had anything for me.

- We're all looking, Ben. - Okay.

- We'll find him. - Yeah, thanks, pal.

You know, you never talk about the guy, ever... your dad.

Suddenly you're calling home twice a day,

checking rooming houses?

- None of my business. - No.

MAN: 32-6. On our way.

He's gonna die.

The doctor is giving him a couple months.

So...

- I'm sorry. - No, it's...

Hey, do we have any, um, aspirin or something?

How many do you want?

- All of them. - [Chuckles]

- Tie one on last night? - Mm-hmm.

I'll take a few of these.

I don't need that.

I ain't been sleeping well myself.

- [Child screaming] - Whoa.

What the hell was that?

Oh, no.

Come on. Please.

I don't want any part of this.

WOMAN: Sophia! Stop it! Stop it.

Stop it! You're gonna stop it right now, okay?!

- You're gonna stop it! - Hey there, buddy.

That was a loud scream out there.

I think you dropped your ice cream cone.

That's too bad, eh?

[Screams]

Oh, my God, that's loud! Look what I can do.

[Screams]

[Screams]

[Screams]

Okay, you win, you win.

You know what? You win. High five.

You're the scream queen.

Oh, my God. Maybe you can win another ice cream for that, huh?

- Thank you. - Okay.

Okay.

Air bag, one o'clock.

- BEN: This? - Broken glass.

BEN: Yeah.

19-2. We got an airbag theft at St-Dominique and Gauchetière.

There's no sign of the owner.

You know they get 200 bucks a pop for these?

- Copy, 19-2. - Crackheads.

There's your plan B.

License plate Foxtrot November Oscar 3-3-2-3.

- Another one. - Copy.

They picked some fine vehicles.

- [Bang] - [Car alarm wailing]

- [Siren wailing] - [Man groaning]

BEN: There we go.

Don't you run, cowboy. I'll catch ya.

Don't you run. Police!

Stop! Get him.

Police!

[Man groaning]

- I love it when this happens. - Ah, shit. Aah!

Don't worry. They'll fix you up downtown.

Hands on your head. Go on.

It broke my fucking nose!

Yeah, well, you know what? I think you'll be just fine.

- Guy's a bit banged up? - [Laughs]

Got anything sharp in your pockets, sir?

I got nothing.

Anything that's gonna hurt my partner?

No.

NICK: Good night.

- Who's up for a beer? - No, thank you, Richard.

Not tonight, Dickie.

Okay. Tyler?

J.M.: What am I, chopped liver?

- Why? You want to come? - No.

[Groans, clears throat]

Okay. Bunch of old ladies in here.

[Exhales sharply] Hey, Audrey.

- What? - Want to go for a drink?

- No, I don't think so. - My treat.

Well, why don't you make it a boys' night?

Yeah, well, I would make it a boys' night,

but the boys are being Debbie Downers.

- Next time! - Great.

- What's the rookie want? - Buy me a drink.

You look like you need one.

Yeah, I just don't feel like

going out with the squad tonight.

I'll take you out. I'm buying.

- It's gonna cost you. - I figured.

Come on.

BEN: How'd you stop?

TYLER: [Laughs]

I got shot, remember?

BEN: Yeah, but there's more to it than that.

TYLER: Yeah, well, that's what woke me up,

I'll tell you that.

What about your dad?

He ever talk about it?

About his drinking?

Yeah, once or twice, when he was drunk.

What would he say?

"I'm sorry."

TYLER: Mm. I bet he is.

BEN: No. No, he's sorry for himself.

[Slow instrumental music plays]

AMÉLIE: Hi.

I missed you.

- We alone? - No.

She's in her room. She's pretty pissed.

I told her today.

- When's she going? - Tomorrow morning.

Sherbrooke or bust.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- You think she's asleep? - No.

5 to 1 she... she's got those headphones on, though.

Oh, my God, you are such as Puritan.

You have no idea.

Hey, come here.

I love you, Ben Chartier.

[Cellphone chimes]

Theo?

How the hell did you get in here?

You should really fix that back window.

[Man groaning]

What is that?

[Man whimpering]

Your cousin.

[Man screaming]

Oh, shit.

Oh, God.

I-I don't understand.

You had this all along?

Why didn't you show me before?

Because you were just gonna take it,

and then I'd have nothing.

[Sighs]

She's putting me in fucking Sherbrooke.

- Give it back. It's mine. - I can't do that.

You can't even see anyone.

I got scared.

Give it back.

Did you see him? The guy who did it?

Did you see him?

I want to be with my uncle.

- Jesus Christ, Martine. - He's my family!

The guy's messed up.

You don't even know what you're doing.

What the fuck did you ever do for me?

And what did he?

You don't talk about him like that!

[Sighs]

Look...

I don't know if there's anything I can do.

I'm just a cop. It's not what you think.

Yes, you can!

I'll do whatever you want, be a witness, whatever!

All right, I'll do what I can.

You have to promise.

Otherwise, give it back.

I promise.

- [Slow blues music playing] - Rook.

No one else here?

They had better things to do.

And not you?

Need to get yourself a girlfriend, son.

How do you know I don't have one?

Do you?

Not at this moment.

Figured. Way you moon around Pouliot.

Poor Dickie.

Please don't call me that.

Be a pity if that stuck, wouldn't it?

So, what about you? You got a boyfriend?

Actually, I'm married.

- You don't wear a ring. - No, I don't.

Pisses him off to no end, too.

- Why not? - Causes people to ask questions.

Is he a cop, your husband?

His name is Dan. And, no, not a cop.

What does he do?

You see, this is what I mean about questions.

I'm just trying to make conversation.

He's a paramedic.

Paramedic? They're crazy.

Yes.

Yes, they are.

Love is a funny thing.

This is...

Okay, okay, okay.

It's, uh...

It's not happening.

Okay, well, you still got to pay.

I know.

- It's, what... - 60.

There.

[Indistinct conversations]

Yo, T.

What the hell's your problem?

I ain't got no problem.

Bullshit. You've been staring at your feet all night.

You got to stand up, T.

- At least you're not drinking. - You got that right.

So what the hell crawled up your ass and died?

Nothing. I just don't feel like talking, that's all.

So get off my back.

What?

Nothing.

Is this about the money?

The dead guy? Are you kidding me?

You know what, Jerry?

You're always talking about honesty, right?

But the truth is you're full of shit.

Okay, precious, give it back.

Cough it up. You don't want my dirty money, I'll take it.

I don't have it on me.

What, you spend it?

- Look, I know what you're doing. - What am I doing, Jerry?

I see guys do this all the time right before they go out.

They start picking at their sponsors, finding fault.

You want to fire me, have the balls to say it.

It's the best excuse in the world to start drinking.

- I'm not gonna start drinking. - You sure?

'Cause I think you are.

Look, you just got to stick with it, T.

Stick with it?

Or stick with you?

Okay.

Look, you got my number. Don't be shy to use it.

You got a cigarette?

Anybody got a cigarette for the big dog?

Fucking Jerry thinks his shit don't stink.

[Both laughing]

Oh! Holy shit! Jesus on a stick.

Look at that! Oh, my God, I want to climb it.

- What? - Oh, I want to climb it, yeah.

- Not an option. - Yeah, yeah.

Oh, I always wanted to climb it.

Like, when I was a little girl,

there's actually two things that I wanted,

and one was to live in a giant apartment building

where nobody would know my name or which little window I was in,

but the second one was to climb that fucking thing.

- Audrey... - Yep.

No climbing the cross, okay?

[Laughing] It's not an option.

AUDREY: Come on!

You know that, apparently, when the pope dies,

it turns purple?

BEATRICE: I have heard that, yes.

Fucker should pop off right now.

- Hey, I like him! - It would be awesome!

[Laughs] He's old. It wouldn't matter.

Yes, it would! [Laughs]

[Sighs]

I actually wanted to shoot him.

The guard.

I wanted to empty my entire clip on him,

like bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam!

Stop it, Audrey.

Still have bullets.

I saw it.

And I couldn't stop.

- Stop what? - Shooting.

I couldn't stop.

But you didn't shoot him.

But if I had, I wouldn't have stopped.

[Sobbing]

I'm not crying.

BEATRICE: Okay.

It's actually good, you know?

This fucking shit has to come out.

Audrey...

You didn't shoot him.

I know.

I know.

It's a fucking good thing.

Yeah!

All right, let's go.

Where?

You tell me. Wherever you're going.

He's in there.

Put this on.

- Subtle. - Just put it on.

Okay, last call's coming, so...

he can't be too much longer.

Who can't?

A guy.

This is dope.

Ever wonder what it'd be like to be one of those?

NICK: No.

The footwear's pretty awesome, you have to admit.

What did he do for you?

Your uncle.

A guy raped me.

At this group home I was in.

The guy your uncle assaulted.

And who goes to jail?

Shit is fucked up and bullshit.

That's him.

Is that the guy?

His name's Al.

- Um... - Just look at him.

Carefully.

Is that him?

What?

What, the other guy?

You know him? The guy with the concrete?

Is that... Is that him?

Martine, is that him?

Can we go now?

Please.

[Engine starts]

I don't know why we're even doing this.

I'm sorry.