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- Fucking shut that thing off! - Previously on "19-2"...

[Gunshot]

GENDRON: How the hell do we spin that?

The public sees what the media tells them.

It's bullshit. We know that.

Stop!

Dad?

Everything okay with Dad?

He left. He was drinking.

You think he could've gone to the city?

- Not likely. - Thought I saw him.

He's gonna die, though.

The doctor's giving him a couple months.

Your cousin pissed some people off pretty badly.

MARTINE: I could hear best from the vent.

Like a grown man's screams.

Sounded like some kind of animal after a while.

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

Maybe I got a name.

About what happened to your cousin.

And where did you hear that?

I'm gonna need something in return.

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

- Opening for what? - I don't know.

Find out.

Is that the guy? The bald guy?

Is that the guy with the concrete?

Yeah.

[Both moaning]

Oh, you're so hot.

[Moans]

Roll over, bitch.

[Laughter]

[Breathing heavily]

[Groaning]

[Gasping]

[Door opens]

What the hell you still doing here?

[Door closes]

I'm leaving.

I'm leaving right now. Holy fuck.

[Thunder rumbles]

BEN: Not much of a turnout.

AMÉLIE: People are afraid to criticize the police.

What are we doing here, Am?

His name was Jeffrey.

He was 16.

He was a client?

WOMAN: Can I have your attention, please?

- He was a client of yours? - Yeah.

I'd like to start by asking for a minute of silence

to honor the dead.

My son was killed. They called him a bad apple.

But what about the police? They don't have any bad apples?

Eight people have lost their lives to police violence

since my son was murdered,

and not one officer has been charged.

They are above the law.

It's not enough to honor their victims.

We need accountability.

In less than two years,

eight people murdered by the police.

[Siren wailing]

WOMAN: Copy, 19-2.

- You ready? - I guess.

What am I supposed to tell them?

Nothing. I'm just making a gesture.

If they ask, you don't know anything.

So why am I really here?

I want you to know I'm being straight with you.

Martine stays out of it.

[Elevator bell dings]

[Elevator doors open]

Let's get started.

We have a lead in the death of Cassie Clement.

Why is internal involved?

- If you don't mind my asking. - You'll see.

CASSIE: [Groaning]

This is the house where Cassie Clement was killed.

- CASSIE: [Screaming] - That's him screaming.

We have reason to believe

that Lucas Ciarelli committed the murder.

- Are you shitting me? - Do you have any proof?

We're working on it.

What we do have is a witness

that definitively places Ciarelli at the scene.

Is this the girl that he brought in?

No. She was a dead end.

The witness is unrelated.

- So who is it? - You don't need to know.

If we reach a point where you do,

I'll bring you into the loop.

In the meantime, your commander has seconded you to my staff.

From now on, you report to me.

Lucas Ciarelli is a prime source of corruption

in the police department.

I want to take him down.

JAMES: Yeah, I think that'd be best.

AMÉLIE: Okay. Thanks.

BEN: James.

How's he doing?

Well, I, uh, I spoke to his physician.

He's as good as you can expect.

You know what? Let's step outside.

The next few days are gonna be hard on him,

but things will get easier after detox.

- Until he starts drinking again. - He's gonna need help, yes.

James thinks we should take him home, stay with us.

I don't think it'd be smart

to send him back to his normal environment.

Not right away.

Okay, um...

Okay, we'll find him a bed somewhere.

Well, look, you see,

the most important factor in this kind of recovery

can be family support.

Amélie says you're the best option.

It's not fair to you.

- It's not your call, Ben. - You don't know him.

What, you just gonna ship him off to Morin-Heights?

Amélie and I will talk about it.

You have some time. He's booked in here till Friday.

Mom wants to see him too, so we should arrange that.

JAMES: I'd give it a day.

They're keeping him sedated, so...

- I have to go. - Okay.

Sorry.

AMÉLIE: Thank you so much for doing that.

You're lucky I have pull here.

What the fuck is he doing here?

Stop it. He's trying to help. He's helping, okay?

- Just relax. - He's not even his doctor.

Why is he here? He shouldn't be here.

AMÉLIE: I'll see you at home.

Yeah.

Why would a guy like Ciarelli kill this lowlife himself?

Got plenty of people to do it for him.

Antony Tremblay was Ciarelli's cousin by marriage.

Cassie Clement killed him.

Apparently Ciarelli took that personally.

Hold up.

We don't know that my cousin killed anyone.

Yeah. We do.

It's moot. He's dead.

What I want from you is a complete file on Ciarelli.

Everything we have.

So, what's he got to do with this?

Officer Barron is available for questioning if you want him,

since his cousin is the victim.

No point. He's not cooperative.

Your call.

Thank you for your time.

Get to work.

Okay. Everybody listen up.

Clown show's over.

Back in regular unis starting now.

Dude, come on.

- We got our pensions back? - No, but the pants are done.

TYLER: So, what you're really saying is that

we're rolling over and taking the cuts.

- We are not just rolling over. - Says you.

So, what's the plan?

The plan is we're gonna start dressing

like real police officers.

Does anybody have a problem with that? Are you complaining?

'Cause you're gonna have to get over it.

It's just that you seemed pretty on board with it before.

Yeah, well, that's because I'm the union rep,

so I got to sell whatever shit they give me.

Smart. Saves you from having to think for yourself.

[Men chuckling]

So this is the part where I say, "Fuck you, Nick."

And this is the part where I say, "You are such a child."

Whatever, and you can put those on

and everyone can wear their pretty new pants.

Whoa. What the hell? Oh, no, I don't think so.

I would love to do that, boss man, but, uh...

- [Laughter] - Shit.

Okay, these are the women's pants.

Whatever. Ha ha. Funny. Give them back.

Here you go, boss man.

Give them back.

Hey, hey, think about what you're doing right now, rookie.

NICK: Think about it, rookie.

Ohh, I'm... I'm sorry.

- Whoops. - [Whistles]

Keep your little bitch pants

and put them in your closet with your skirt.

The rest of you guys can fuck off.

[Laughter]

- [Whistles] - Whoo!

Oh, my God.

Saw homicide this morning.

Elise is taking over my cousin's case.

She's a briefcase. That's not her department.

That's why she brought homicide in. I'm out of it.

They didn't want to talk to me. I offered.

Is there something going on?

There's a witness. They fingered someone for it.

- Who? - Lucas Ciarelli.

No shit.

- Yeah, no shit. - No shit.

Apparently, the guy Kaz killed

is his wife's cousin or something.

The concrete shit, the torture...

Ciarelli did it all himself.

Then he probably knows, Nick.

- Kaz could've told him. - Yeah, probably.

If they were gonna take me out, they would've done it by now.

Jesus. Shit, man.

It's out of my hands, though. They're working it.

Elise thinks they can take him down.

I hope they nail the fucker after what he did.

What about Martine?

- It's nothing to do with her. - You sure?

Isn't she up at the Eastern Townships or something?

Yeah, Sherbrooke.

Good for her.

DISPATCHER: 19-2, we have two noise complaints

for the same address... 722 St-Zotique.

- 19-2. We got it. - Copy, 19-2.

["Jingle Bells" playing]

[Dog barking]

Make him shut it off, for Christ's sakes.

Speaking of.

- Sir? - [Air pump whirring]

- Sir! - Sir!

- Two minutes! - NICK: No, now. Shut it down.

It's almost done!

[Whirring stops]

And the music too, please.

- [Music stops] - It's Christmas.

No, it's not Christmas. It's October.

Sir, you can't play music that loud.

It doesn't matter if it's Christmas or not.

This is religious intolerance.

Whoa. We're just giving you a warning here.

No, no. We're giving you a ticket.

- A ticket? - This is $200.

$200 for Christmas decorations?!

You can have all the decorations you want.

- [Paper tears] - Just keep it quiet.

- I'm gonna fight this in court. - That is your right.

Have a nice day now.

Got something against Christmas?

My stepdad used to do this shit.

Lights flashing three months a year.

Drove the neighbors crazy.

And you're gonna take it out on this guy?

Maybe next year he'll wait till after Halloween.

The whole department's going granola.

- Yeah... - [Tires screech, crash]

- Oh, Jesus. - Shit.

- What the hell are you doing?! - Is everyone okay?

I'm fine. Shit. Sorry.

This is his fault! You saw it!

Well, you did stop in the middle of the street.

For the fucking cops, idiot!

All right, all right. Look, no one got hurt.

Let's just move the vehicles off the road. Everyone's fine.

Okay, first, I want to establish

that this is this asshole's fault.

- We don't do that. - He rear-ended me!

It's only an insurance claim. We don't assign fault.

This is bullshit, all right?

You walked into the middle of the street,

you were riding on my ass and you hit me,

so how is that my fault?!

He's right. I did hit him.

But we don't assign fault.

- Really? - Really.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Look, just both of you,

move your vehicles off the road, please.

- Yeah, I'm going. - No, no, no.

Nobody move, okay? I want a picture of this.

AUDREY: Sir, you're blocking traffic right now.

You should have thought of that

before you caused an accident, huh?

Look, I asked you to move your vehicle. Move it now.

Right, so you can cover up what you did? You fucking jerk.

- What? - Okay, settle down, settle down.

Look, dude, I'll fill out the forms, all right?

I'll sign off on how it happened, okay?

No, it's not!

All right, well, then please

continue being a flaming dick to the cops.

I'm gonna move my car.

MAN: Did you hear what he called me?

Yeah, that would be a flaming dick, sir.

Sir, you need to move your car,

otherwise we're gonna have to get it towed, I'm sorry.

You guys are unbelievable.

Fucking civilians, man.

Um, I get cute guy and you get flaming dick.

Whatever. Let's do this.

Let's go. Don't hit him. Follow the flaming dick.

- [Laughs] - AUDREY: [Laughs]

All right, Chartier, Barron,

you are the lucky winners of wedding duty.

- Reception hall downtown. - Sorry, sir.

Just haven't been sleeping well lately.

Not an excuse, Brouillard.

- Won't happen again, sir. - Better not.

Reception hall downtown has been hit twice this month.

Big cash weddings, two guys in masks raided it.

- That's pay duty. - Not this time.

Friend of the borough mayor's getting his daughter hitched.

- What the hell, Sarge? - Oh, stop whining.

You sit in your car for half a day,

you catch up on your reading.

These assholes show up, you get a good bust out of it.

They don't, maybe you get a piece of cake.

- I'm a pie guy. - [Sighs]

- Bear. - Mm-hmm.

- You still good solo? - Yes, sir.

Let's go, people. Watch your backs.

[Knocking]

- You wanted to see me, sir? - Yeah.

I, um... I have some bad news.

Appears I'm being promoted.

Slot opened up on the policy staff.

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

Smarmy little cocksucker.

Jesus! Who, Suarez?

Mnh. Not him. The other one. The commander.

What's he got to be so happy about?

Maybe he's getting rid of you.

Stop that! Brouillard!

- [Laughter] - Jesus.

[Pounding on keyboard]

[Laughter]

DISPATCHER: Backup is on its way, 7-25. Over.

Coffee, sir.

What happened to your little blue rocket?

Is that what you call it?

Your precious thermos.

Started to stink inside. Got to get a new one.

Looked around, but they all suck.

Something special about it?

Well, it's a good weight,

like the wind wouldn't blow it over or anything.

Good size.

Should be able to hold like an extra large

and then a large to-go cup.

Glass interior,

not that shitty double-lined plastic stuff.

Good-sized cup on top and good color.

Not too loud.

[Laughs]

Oh, God. You're pulling my dick right now. I get it.

What's this?

You are pulling my johnson right now, for real.

Hey, man, you spend 16 hours in a deer blind on a weekend,

trust me, you get to know... You get to know your thermos.

Yeah, the lesson to me is not to waste my weekend

doing nothing on the chance of killing a poor innocent animal.

And he's an animal-rights activist now.

Look at this guy. This guy's everything.

No, I'm just saying it's stupid and boring, all right?

It's also pretty damn cruel.

Well, you ever tried venison before?

Probably, yeah. I don't remember.

Venison carpaccio, venison osso buco, venison steak.

You'd remember. There's nothing like it.

Yeah? And how does it taste?

Like deer, Nick.

Like deer.

Oh. Incoming.

When does the lucky couple show up?

It's a couple hours yet.

- Great assignment. - I'm gonna stretch my legs.

You do that.

- You all right? - Yeah. All good here!

20 cents a pop for this shit.

Wedding guests go through them like, uh...

What goes through shit?

- Well, you are. - [Laughs]

Hey, don't tell nobody. This is my spot, okay?

Okay.

Do I know you?

Yeah, maybe. I ran into you once.

Yeah, well, don't spread this around.

Wedding row here... Nobody picks it but me.

I gotcha.

So you all right, then?

Ah, yeah!

Are you kidding? It's a frigging gold mine!

- 20 cents a pop! - Yeah, you said.

Chartier.

Eh!

NICK: Hey there.

- Is everything okay? - Yes, sir.

My friend's just had a little too much to drink.

- It's a bit early, isn't it? - That's what I told him.

Uh, well, we already called a taxi, so...

- Is there a problem here? - Just trying to figure that out.

- You all right, sir? - A little woozy.

You need someone to drive you home?

Just hold on a minute, sir.

You need someone to drive you home?

- What's your name, sir? - Do we have to do this, really?

I have a wife and three kids.

I'd really rather they didn't know.

We should see some ID.

- My cab's here. - Can we see some ID?

- MAN: Please. - Forget it.

You want to maybe take it a little easier next time.

MAN: I'll make sure he does, Officer.

Somebody call for the police?

Yes, me. Look at this.

Look at it!

It's a little early for Christmas, don't you think?

Is that supposed to be funny?

This is my house.

Yeah, and, uh, who do you think might have, uh, done this?

Ha! All of them!

Any of them!

They just want to ruin everything!

Hey, hey. Okay, okay, sir. Calm down, please.

That'll be enough, thank you very much.

How long have these decorations been up?

Uh, Santa and the manger, they just came out this week.

Are you gonna take this seriously?

We're gonna need to get forensics on this right away.

Look!

Look at the baby Jesus.

This is religious intolerance.

This is a hate crime.

Yes. That's just not right.

We're gonna need to take some photos, sir.

- For evidence for the file. - Okay.

- For evidence here with the... - Just get one of baby Jesus.

[Camera shutter clicks]

Can we have you, please, by Joseph and Mary?

Yes. I'm the victim.

And... And the lamb.

It would be nice to get the lamb in there.

- If you could. - If you could grab the lamb?

Yes.

Forensics will be in here, sir. Just, uh...

- They'll take care of it. - This is evidence.

[Camera shutter clicks]

Ah. Here comes the bride.

[Whistling "Bridal Chorus"]

[Tires screeching]

BEN: Look at this. Look at this.

- Holy shit! - [Siren wailing]

Stay right there!

19-2... We got a robbery in progress

at La Belle et Le Beau Reception Hall.

WOMAN: What are you doing?!

Why are you doing this? Is it 'cause he's rich?!

Benjamin, you are such a loser! I'm married!

- 19-2. Cancel that. Back up. - Married!

- What's the problem here? - He's the problem!

Marie, settle down. Let the police handle this.

- Just go inside, Gregor. - I'm not gonna go inside.

Just go inside!

Just do what she said and get inside!

Benjamin, fuck off!

I don't think you should be here, all right?

Ow! You're hurting me!

- Hey, Gregor, do not do this! - Back, back! Please, stop!

- Inside! - Is he being arrested?

Hey, we'll take care of this.

What did I do?

Put your hands on the hood. All right, spread 'em.

You don't have to hurt him.

What's the matter with you, huh?

Why are you ruining the poor girl's wedding?

She doesn't love him.

She's such a whore.

Well, I guess it's a good thing she didn't pick you, then, huh?

Don't ruin your wedding day. Just go inside.

Let us handle this.

- You want to take your wife? - Come on.

BEN: Thank you, everybody. Thank you for cooperating.

Back inside now, please. Everybody inside. Thank you.

Have fun. Enjoy yourselves.

Hey, if we let you go, you think you can behave yourself?

- Yeah. - He's just heartbroken.

Right?

You go near that woman again,

I'll get you put away for five years, you understand?

Okay.

I'm not gonna do anything stupid, I promise.

All right.

- What about my car? - We towed it.

You can get it from impound. Get out of here.

Thank you.

I'm an idiot.

If you say so.

- BEN: Let me ask you a question. - NICK: Shoot.

Why did you become a cop?

- What's that supposed to mean? - Serious question.

I didn't want to be my dad, and, uh, well,

I kind of wanted to piss my mom off too.

What?

You like that, huh?

Yeah, a little bit. Little bit.

ROY: 19-2, channel 4.

19-2.

You're needed at the shooting range.

It's the end of shift, for Christ's sakes.

What's this about?

I'm sorry, did you think this was a conversation?

Get your ass to the range. Thank you.

- Whoa-ho! - Whoa!

Whoa! Sarge.

Who pissed in his Froot Loops this morning?

Damn!

[Mid-tempo rock music playing]

- Hey. - Hey.

AUDREY: Hey, hey.

What's going on here?

Apparently, the commander's getting a promotion,

so we are celebrating in his honor.

- Whoo! - Ah, is that right?

All right, let's do this.

We also have the, uh, minister of justice right here...

Asshole... and tons of beer.

You in on this too?

- Pink pants are a nice touch. - AUDREY: Thanks.

You know if this gets out,

you're flunking next time you get certified.

Ears on, everybody!

This one's for you.

Hey! To the commander.

To the commander.

Anyone knows where he's going?

Out of 19.

- Out of 19! - [Cheering]

You watch. We'll probably get someone worse.

- BEATRICE: Not possible. - Water for the big man.

- Where's Chartier? - Family trouble.

That's a lame-ass excuse. The fucker should be here.

What are you, the morality squad now? Go beat your wife.

Nick, Nick, Nick. Ever the charmer.

Since when did you start giving a shit about him, huh?

BEATRICE: Since he moved in with Nick's sister.

Oh!

So, the Golden Boy and the Dark Avenger

are starting a little happy family together.

That's fucking sweet.

Fuck you, Nick.

And cheers to everyone else.

BEATRICE: Don't listen to him.

[Laughing] Golden Boy and the Dark Avenger.

I don't care who you are,

that's some good shit right there.

[Laughter]

Hey.

You're the cop.

From outside the station. The fender bender.

Yeah, I remember you. Yeah.

You cause a lot of those?

Oh, that's cute. Yeah, tons.

Well, thank you for letting me off.

Well... Anyway, he caused it, so...

Don't look at me.

Who is this?

A bad driver.

Owen.

Owen.

So, you guys, all cops?

- Yeah. - Yeah, it's a cop bar.

Yeah, I-I... I heard that.

Do I know you from somewhere?

Oh... I'm in a band.

The Vile Beauties?

- Never heard of them. - That's nice.

It is nice.

And, yeah, no one has heard of us.

It's weird. I don't get it.

Anyway, uh...

Well, you're with friends. Um...

- It was nice seeing you. - You too.

- BEATRICE: [Laughing] - J.M.: Mm-hmm.

I think that boy likes you, girl.

Don't they all?

It's enough to make me puke.

Seen better legs holding up a turkey.

- Shut up. - [Laughs]

He was super cute.

- He's not that cute. - No, he really isn't.

Oh ho ho! Poor man. Did you get your hopes up?

Well, I'll be back.

He's just not.

Looked like half man, half rat.

[Laughter]

[Sighs]

How are you feeling?

Like...

shit.

I'll be up on my feet soon enough,

get out of your hair.

You got to quit drinking.

T-Tell me something I don't know.

- Is your mother here? - She's coming.

I don't belong here.

Doctor says you'll be out of here soon and, um,

says this is the worst of it.

Doctors.

What the hell do they know?

What?

What are you doing here?

You brought me here.

In Montreal.

What are you trying to do?

Answer me, please.

Don't tell me what to do!

I find you drunk in the streets,

you don't think you owe me that much?

- I hate this city. - I know.

A hundred bucks a week for a shithole!

So why are you here?

What do you think?

If I knew the fucking answer, I wouldn't be asking, would I?

You want me to find you in the morgue?

You want me to find your body in the morgue?

Yeah?

Well...

Better you than your mother.

Yeah, you're a piece of work, aren't you?

I didn't want to die at home.

Hey.

- How's your dad? - Shitty.

Doesn't matter. He's just gonna start drinking again anyway.

- You don't know that. - Yeah, I do.

So do you. You work with alcoholics.

Actually, I mostly work with their kids.

Well, it's a good thing your boyfriend says he's doing okay.

- Ex-boyfriend. - He's still hoping.

Jeez, must suck to lose to a lowly cop.

James is a good guy. He's just not you.

[Moaning softly]

Oh, gosh.

Oh, shh, shh.

Shh, shh.

- What's the matter with you? - Neighbors.

You realize I'm not making any noise, right?

I know. You're making me make noise.

Oh, my God.

Oh, shit.

[Moaning softly]

[Mid-tempo rock music playing]

- Are we doing this or what? - You set?

- Yes, sir. - Good.

All set for what? What are you talking about?

You haven't told Nick?

We're doing the rookie tonight.

Please, please don't ruin this for everyone.

Yeah.

No.

Oh, come on, Nick, stay.

I'm not in the mood.

You kids have fun.

Good riddance to bad vibes.

Come on, you know if he'd have stayed,

he was gonna kill the buzz for sure.

- We good to go? - I do believe we are.

Attaboy.

Guys.

- Guys. - [Clears throat]

RICHARD: It was busy.

- Where's my beer? - Oh, Jesus.

No way. Shoot!

It's my favorite necklace. Fuck, I think it's stuck.

- Richard, can you see it? - What happened?

AUDREY: I dropped it. Can you see it?

- RICHARD: No. - Now can you see it better?

- RICHARD: No. - Okay, forget it.

I think... I think I almost...

All right. Cheers.

Good riddance to the commander. Let's make it happen.

Commander! Whoo!

J.M.: The end.

Bottoms up. Drink it all, Dickie.

Get it in ya.

- Attaboy, attaboy. - Whoo!

J.M.: That's it, buddy. You got it.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah. This is gonna be a surprise.

Take it from here, ladies. [Chuckles] Yeah.

Why do I have the feeling that this is a really bad idea?

Hey, rookies got to get hazed. Trust your partner.

Oh, that's... that's reassuring.

What I want to know is, what's going on with that musician?

I don't know. There's something sexy about a guy and a guitar.

What can I say?

A friggin' tranny gets the place

right at the end of the goddamned hall?

What number is it?

I don't know. We said 145?

145.

Oh, you're gonna get yours, you little bastard.

- TYLER: That's right. - Eh?

See if Daddy can get you out of this little pickle, huh?

[Both laugh]

[Knocking on door]

Oh, yeah.

It's about time. The camera's set up over there.

J.M.: Good, good. Good.

Wow, he's so cute.

RICHARD: Thank you.

Hey, rook.

Hey.

Everything okay?

You tell me.

[Laughter]

ROY: What the fuck did you do to him?

J.M.: We were really drunk,

and might have got a bit carried away.

I was not drunk, just for the record.

He was not drunk.

ROY: For fuck sakes, guys. It's not the '70s.

You can't do this shit.

We didn't do anything, it was the tranny.

It was the tranny.

[Laughing] And she was just plowing and plowing and plowing.

[Both laughing]

Okay, okay.

Okay, guys, forget the tranny.

Let's just... Let's just haze the kid one more time.

But this time we keep it clean.

J.M.: That's a great idea. I have great ideas for this.

ROY: Okay, enough, enough.

What are you guys, the trauma twins?

No more ideas.

What the hell did you do to me?

Me? I never touched you, man.

What kind of perv do you think I am?

The kind that sticks butt plugs up my ass.

And the kind that takes money off dead guys.

I didn't touch that dead guy either.

Yeah, well, your buddy did. Motorcycle cop.

I was there, remember?

Yeah, well, I gave it back.

Can you hear it?

- [Pop] - [Laughter]

AUDREY: Holy shit.

That's bad even for me. I almost feel bad for him.

- What did you do? - Nothing, nothing.

It's a fraud, it's a scam, but it's like... whatever.

- What scam? - [Computer chimes]

It's nothing. It's nothing, sir.

It's just, uh... It's just the rookie, sir.

Let me see it.

[Sighs]

All right.

Jesus Christ. Do you know whose kid that is?

Look, it's not what it looks like.

We just... We were bouncing him around on the bed.

- We? - I wasn't there.

J.M.: Nice!

Erase it immediately.

I can't.

It's online.

I mean, I... We didn't post it, okay?

The tranny that we hired

posted it on his or her or whatever site.

So anyone can see this?

Yes, sir.

I mean, it's all fake.

We didn't actually rape the kid, but...

It's online.

You fucking idiots.

I'm so sick of riding solo.

Maybe they're gonna put us back together.

That'd be nice.

You know, anything just as long as

it's not in the fucking sergeant's van.

Oh, ha ha ha.

Hey, w-w-wait. Hold on, stop.

- What? - Just a sec. Just...

BEATRICE: What is it?

Oh, my God.

- That's crazy. - That's creepy.

Jesus.

- We should ring the doorbell. - Nah.

Let it just be a miracle.

Oh, fuck me.

[Siren wails]

Stop. Stop.

You. Come here.

Come here. Put your hands on the hood.

- Look at me. - Put them on the hood.

- Spread your legs. Wider. - Easy.

What the hell did you give him?

Nothing. He had too much to drink.

Anything in your pockets? Anything sharp?

MAN: No.

What's this?

19-2... I need an ambulance

at the corner of Ste-Catherine and Alexandre-DeSève.

- What do you got? - Copy, 19-2.

Quaaludes. That's old school.

- Credit card reader. - That fits.

So, tell me, do you steal their credit cards

before you molest them or after?

I told you, I'm married. I'm not fucking gay.

- Let's go. - Aah!

Watch your head.

- Now watch your feet. - [Grunts]

- Hey. - Hey.

Ah, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I'm late.

- No, it's okay. - You should've come in.

No, I... I liked all the evil looks I was getting out here.

Yeah, you know, guys slinking around a cop station

makes folks nervous, so...

- I've noticed. - Yeah?

- Come on, we can walk. - Okay.

- Where are we going? - Griffintown. New place.

Cool. Is it a surprise?

No, I-I just can't remember the name.

[Laughing] Okay.

It's new. It's supposed to be good.

I don't know. I'm not really a foodie.

Thank God.

You know, actually, I grew up in Shawinigan,

so it's not exactly hipster heaven.

Cool.

- Ever been? - No.

It's not that cool. [Laughs]

[Faucet running]

[Brushing teeth]

[Sighs]

Where are you keeping Martine?

ELISE: Hmm? She's safe.

Where?

You know that saying,

"Three people can keep a secret if two of them are dead"?

[Clicks tongue]

I brought her to you, Elise.

She's in a hotel.

Three full-time guards. Her name won't appear anywhere.

Until she testifies.

I know what I'm doing, Nick.

Does homicide have anything?

They're not getting anywhere with it.

That's clear. Not that I expected anything different.

They think you were there.

When Tremblay got killed.

They don't have anything to back it up.

[Sighs]

- I didn't kill him. - I believe you.

The kid's six inches from the streets.

What's her word worth?

She's an eyewitness to Lucas Ciarelli

personally torturing a man to death.

- Is that enough? - Not by itself.

She's part of the bigger picture.

Yeah? What's that?

I wish I could tell you.

AMÉLIE: Hey.

Did you see your dad?

Mm-hmm.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay.

Shit.

- The sun is about to come up. - [Laughing] Oh, shit.

Yeah, I got to get home.

I... I didn't even kiss you.

I guess it's too late now.

[Laughs]

- Well, no regrets. - Mnh-mnh.

I'll see you?

- I'll walk you. - No.

No, no, it's fine. I got it.

[Laughs]