Original subtitles

Previously on "19-2"...

BEN: Want me to find your body in the morgue?

Better you than your mother.

Okay, yeah. You're a piece of work, aren't you?

TYLER: 145.

Oh, he's so cute.

What the hell did you do to me?

Jesus Christ. Do you know whose kid that is?

- What are you, drunk? - No. What's your problem?

She's drunk?

- TYLER: Bear! - BEATRICE: Tyler!

[Indistinct shouting, thudding]

Tyler!

TYLER: [Gagging]

[Grunts]

You left me there, and he was kicking me.

[Sobbing]

Did you leave your partner?

I'm afraid of the dark, Bear.

I know.

I'm a man of my word.

So, who is he?

Read it.

Alfonso Batista. 16 arrests, 4 convictions.

He's a pimp.

BEN: What about Martine?

- Nothing to do with her. - You sure?

She's in a hotel. Three full-time guards.

- Her name won't appear anywhere. - Until she testifies.

I love you, Ben Chartier.

AMELIE: Oh.

My mother told me

never to go into the wilderness with strangers.

Well, good thing this is not the wilderness.

- Better? - Not really.

Hold it just like that, barrel up.

Okay.

- It's heavy, huh? - Yeah.

BEN: Look at this. Just take out the back.

See how much more sturdy that is?

AMELIE: Ah! [Chuckles]

BEN: You know why we're doing this, right?

- AMELIE: Yes. - You keep yours down, that way.

I keep my barrel up in this way.

So...

this is it.

What is this place?

You showed me your secret spot. I thought I'd show you mine.

This...

This... is my great-great-grandpa.

I think. Could be my great-great-great.

You know I told you

my dad used to take me shooting every Sunday?

Here?

Hunting camp's about a mile that way.

Yeah, we'd shoot.

Then he'd drink and eventually pass out,

and then I would drive him home for supper.

How old were you?

Started when I was 8.

Anyway, I'd go exploring, and I found this place.

It's nice, huh?

AMELIE: Yeah.

Did you ever bring him here?

No.

No, I've never brought anybody here.

Okay.

So, he'd teach me how to shoot, for the first hour or so.

Then I'd come here and practice. And I got pretty good.

Is that how you kept yourself together?

It's how I kept myself from shooting him,

if that's what you're asking.

There's something about target practice that clears your head.

If you want to make that shot, you got to let go of everything.

Just wash everything else out

until that can's the only thing you see, okay?

- Okay. - Now, do as I do here.

You want to keep it nice and solid against your shoulder

before you turn the safety off.

This is gonna buckle a little bit, right? It's gonna buck.

- [Chuckles] - Take my position.

Safety is off. You're cocked, locked, and ready to rock.

- Got the can in your scopes? - Yeah.

Okay. Take in a deep breath. Let it out.

Don't shoot until there's no air left in your lungs.

Okay.

And press the trigger. Don't pull it.

What? That doesn't make any sense.

Don't... Don't... Just...

Don't think about it. Just do it.

- Send it. - [Breathes deeply]

[Both exclaim]

BEN: Look at this one, shooting fancy!

- AMELIE: Not a bad fluke. - No, no. It's no fluke.

- It was brilliant. - Thank you.

You're a tough act to follow.

Was your dad as good a shot as you are?

You know, it was the one thing that he was really good at.

[Siren wailing]

WOMAN: Copy, 19-2.

DISPATCHER: 32-5.

So, how's things with lover boy?

Okay.

Is this the part where we talk about our feelings?

Yeah. And then we do each other's nails.

[Chuckles]

Did you see him last night?

Mm-hmm. Went to one of his shows.

And?

15 people and he thinks he's a rock star, but...

Something about a guy on a stage, though, I'm telling you.

Far cry from dating a cop.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, it's more like dating a stripper.

Oh! [Chuckles]

[Mock laughs] Ha ha.

BEN: So, my dad's out of detox now.

He's gonna stay with Amélie and I for a little while.

Sounds romantic.

Uh-huh.

Am's good with it?

Says she is.

It was her idea, actually.

Uh-oh.

"Uh-oh"?

My sister gets a lot of ideas.

She bottles 'em up when things don't work out.

BEN: Not really worried about that.

We, uh... We talk about these things.

It's good. Good communication there.

Well, as long as she doesn't go for the pork rinds,

you'll be all right.

Pork rinds?

Pork rinds... I don't even know what that is.

What is it, like... It's like a... like a food?

It's food.

So she goes for the pork rinds, I'm in trouble?

When she's stressed.

She was always a weird kid.

I don't even know what those are.

DISPATCHER: All units... We have a report of a prowler,

alley behind 4481 d'lberville.

19-2 responding.

[Siren wails]

OFFICER: 19-49 to base. We're available and close.

BEN: Look at that, right there.

NICK: There?

BEN: Yeah.

NICK: No.

Georgie.

BEN: You know him?

NICK: Georgie, time to wake up. Come on.

Come on, man.

You know you can't stay here.

This is somebody's place. Somebody's home.

You try that balcony up here before you came down?

Yeah, the lights came on.

That's 'cause they thought you were a prowler.

You can't be just sleeping in people's yards, man.

- You ought to know that. - Yeah, it's cold out.

Well, we'll get you to a shelter. Come on.

- I'm not going to a shelter. - BEN: Why not?

- There's perverts in there. - BEN: Think you'll be all right.

Come on. We'll help ya. Let's go.

- I said I'm not going. - NICK: Ben, Ben.

There's no point arguing.

- Well, he can't stay here. - NICK: I know.

Look, get your stuff,

and, uh, we'll take you to Viger Square, all right?

- [Yawns] - TYLER: [Chuckles]

I knew that was coming. You should drink up, rook.

Double the shift, double the caffeine.

- That's how we do it, baby boy. - You know I don't take it black.

Well, you'll learn to love it. It has more kick.

[Scoffs]

So, first you're gonna stick a thing up my ass,

and now you're gonna tell me how to drink coffee?

Hey, man, it wasn't me.

And I'm pretty sure it was a butt plug, dude.

- Fuck you. - TYLER: Fuck me, huh?

Man, oh, man. You should be thanking me.

You're already a legacy.

If you hadn't gotten properly hazed,

they'd have been coming after you forever.

I mean, think about it.

J.M.'s complete lack of boundaries

turned out to be a blessing in disguise, my man.

DISPATCHER: 19-4, we have a fire on Ottawa.

19-4, copy. What's the address?

- 5225 Ottawa. - [Siren wails]

Hey, I need you around back. Switch to channel 4.

You see anything, I need to know.

Sir?

Sir, I need you to get away from there.

My dog's in the house!

Okay, we can send someone in for the...

Hey, we can send someone in for the dog!

TYLER: Shit! Sir!

Shit.

19-4. An officer has entered the building,

uh, in pursuit of a guy.

They're running up to the second floor.

- [Alarm beeping] - [Coughing] Frankie!

[Coughing continues]

TYLER: [Coughing]

Sir!

Sir!

[Coughing continues]

Ah, shit. Shit.

[Beeping fades]

- [Dog yelping] - Hey. Hey.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- [Siren wails] - What the...

Okay. Hey, hey, hey.

[Yelping continues]

Tyler, I got the dog. Come back out.

[Indistinct conversations, police radio chatter]

19-4. Back of the house. I need medical attention now.

[Coughing]

All right. You're good now.

Frankie!

[Coughing]

- You're crazy. - A little bit.

I assume that's Frankie.

- Is this your girl's room? - BEN: It's our room, yeah.

It looks like a girl's room to me.

BEN: Well... it is.

Y-Your mother thinks I should come home.

Since when have you ever listened to her?

Um, doctor says it's the best place for you, so...

Doctors. What do they know?

Actual change has to be made,

- but... it's good. - Right. Right. Right.

Um, I'm... I'm just gonna go... I'm gonna go check on your dad.

Mm-hmm.

[Sighs] How is he?

Grumpy.

You gonna be okay with this?

I'm more worried about you.

Well, at least your mother's not staying here.

Yeah. She's right around the corner.

What are you looking for?

AMELIE: Thought I had half a tin of shortbread in here.

No, you don't.

AMELIE: Yeah, no, I bought it last week.

No, you don't.

I'll go to the store. What do you want me to get?

You know what I really want? Pork rinds. Lime ones.

You can get them at the South American grocery.

Lime pork rinds.

- Just indulge me. - Yeah, all right.

[Liquid pours]

[Geese honking]

Recognize him?

Batista.

Shit.

[Sighs]

Ciarelli did this.

Man, this is a trusted guy he killed.

Done time, never said a word.

Boss is scared if he's killing his own people.

Yeah, 'cause he knows you have a witness against him.

Got to figure, yeah. I've already moved Martine.

Can you protect her? Tell me the truth.

This is what I do.

[Honking continues]

- Where's the security? - They're watching us.

I'm breaking the rules by doing this.

I appreciate it.

How come you care about this kid so much?

I'm the reason she's stuck in this shithole.

The least I can do is show my face.

Nick!

You brought your girlfriend.

ELISE: It's freezing in here.

MARTINE: What do you care?

[Beep]

Can I talk to him alone, please? You mind?

Knock yourself out.

How you doin'? You okay?

Yeah, I'm doing great.

- We had a deal! - We have a deal.

Does this look like my uncle's place?

Look, you got to be patient, Martine, all right?

- These things... they take time. - They took my phone!

My uncle's gonna think I just bailed on him.

Can you go see him or call him, whatever?

I'll make sure they take care of it.

[Scoffs] She doesn't care. She won't do anything!

- Can't you do it?! - I'll talk to the Inspector.

- Martine. Martine... - Screw you.

Listen to me.

You're doing a really important thing here.

I know.

- "Be patient." - [Door opens]

She's in prison.

I know. I feel for her. What am I supposed to do, Nick?

[Sighs] She's worried about her uncle.

She wants me to reach out to him.

- No. - Elise...

No, you can't. I'm keeping her off the books.

She's safe here. Don't fuck with that.

You can't, for her sake.

You got to make it right, when this is done.

I will.

I don't have a choice.

[Engine starts]

[Indistinct conversations]

Promise you won't be mad when you lose?

NICK: All right, all right. That's enough.

- Here. - AMELIE: Thank you.

NICK: Here you go. Here you go.

Now [clears throat] before I take y'all to school...

AMELIE: Oh, boy.

May the pool gods be with you.

- I like the confidence. - NICK: Cheers.

- BEN: I'll rack. - AMELIE: Cheers, boys.

Your mom's okay with your dad?

Yeah, she's good as long as she's got something to do.

All right, who's up first?

NICK: Well, I believe you and me got some things to settle.

Oh, yeah? You really want to go back there?

- BEN: This I got to see. - You break.

Nuh-unh. We'll play teams.

Oh, teams? You afraid to take me on?

Not at all, big bro.

BEN: I'll take you both.

- See, that's my man. [Laughs] - NICK: Ooh. Crazy man.

You're up.

After you. Ladies first.

Thank you.

[Mid-tempo music plays]

♪ You know you reap what you sow... ♪

- ♪ You fake it... - NICK: All right.

Till you make it, but only you can make it grow ♪

♪ Cut through the grime, put in the time ♪

- ♪ The elbow grease... - It's okay.

To make it shine ♪

- ♪ It is what it is ♪ - NICK: Oh, my goodness.

Ah...

It's okay.

- ♪ It is what it is ♪ - We'll be here all night.

- [Scoffs] - ♪ Oh, it is what it is ♪

- AMELIE: Oh! Oh, oh, oh! - ♪ It is what it is ♪

- Very nice. Very nice. - NICK: Yes. That's how we do!

- AMELIE: Very nice. - NICK: [Laughs]

- AMELIE: Hey. - TYLER: Hey.

- You here to see Ben? - I sure am.

Heard his dad's in town, so I brought bagels.

Ooh.

Hello there.

[Dishware clinks]

Who's this?

This is Tyler Joseph.

- BEN: Tyler. - Nice to meet you.

I work with your son. He's told me all about you.

BEN: What are you doing here?

I need an invitation to come here now, bro?

- It's not a good time. - Babe, he brought lox.

And capers.

Fine.

My man.

All right, let's get this thing started.

Matter of fact, you know what?

I bet you two lovebirds

are probably dying for some time alone.

Why don't y'all run up to the roof and, uh, make out

while me and your dad get this breakfast thing ready?

Almost done here.

Babe, let's go.

[Silverware clinks]

[Door opens]

Have fun.

[Door closes]

How bad is it?

What?

When you planning on taking your next drink?

Who do you think you are?

I'm you. At least I used to be.

You don't know anything about me.

I know you're probably dying for a drink right now.

And I bet you're terrified, same as I was.

Thing is, anyone who told you it was gonna be easy

is lying to you.

I've been in AA almost two years.

And yeah, I fell off the wagon a couple times...

but I'm good now.

I hate to be the one to break up this love fest,

but I'm gonna have to be that guy

'cause I needs me a ride to work.

- All right, good buddy. - Mm-hmm. My man.

- I'll see you later. - Bye.

And the cream cheese.

Tell me that you've done this before.

- That's a nice touch. - I sure have.

- Appreciate it, man. - Hey, no problem.

Joseph...

Nice job.

Thank you, sir.

- What's that about? - Just another day at the office.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

So, I was talking to your dad, and, uh...

I think he's ready, man. I think he wants to be dry.

You think so?

- I do. - Really?

Yeah.

Guess we'll soon find out.

[Indistinct conversations]

Oh!

Look who it is!

The incredible and fearless Tyler Joseph!

BEN: What's happened? What did I miss?

Tyler rescued a guy from a burning building last night.

BEN: What?!

It wasn't burning that much.

Yeah, it was. Guy's a complete lunatic.

Why didn't you say anything about this at breakfast?

- 'Cause it's no big deal. - Say something next time.

Ticking time bomb, my man. I'm telling you.

- Got to watch out for him, kid. - Yeah, no shit.

[Beep]

[Woman speaking indistinctly on P.A.]

- Hey. - Hey.

You really do what they're saying you did?

I sure did.

How was it in there?

It was blacker than me in there, girl.

[Exhales sharply]

You don't believe me?

No, I-I do. I believe you.

[Knock on door]

Charles Figo?

I'm gonna need you to come with us.

What am I being charged with?

We can discuss that downtown.

Cuff him.

In front of my family? Please.

WOMAN: Charlie?

Charles!

19-2, I have an officer not responding.

You're my nearest unit.

[Siren wails]

19-2 responding.

Sainte-Catherine and Panet.

She called in an arrest right before she dropped out.

White male, 5'11", 50s.

Where the hell is she?

Ladies, stay back, please.

Give us some space. Get back, please.

NICK: 19-2. We're on scene.

No sign of the officer,

but we got a body that matches the description of the suspect.

[Sirens wailing]

BEN: No vitals.

NICK: Suspect showing no vitals. We need medical.

You believe this shit?

Copy, 19-2.

He's gone.

Come on. Anyone know where the officer went?

Come on, people, talk to me. Somebody saw something.

She left. She just walked off.

- NICK: Where? - She went in there.

- Spell me. - What did she do to him?

Just leave it with us, ma'am.

- You're leaving him now, too? - BEN: On the sidewalk, please.

Both of you, on the sidewalk.

CHLOE: Tweedledum and Tweedledee.

[Laughs] What are you doing here?

I'll get the breathalyzer.

- She won't pass. - How many has she had?

Six.

BEN: Give us some space, please. Keep anybody over there.

We got a dead guy in cuffs out there.

What the hell happened?

[Loudly] He died.

I needed a drink.

What do you think happened, asshole?

Shh, shh, shh. Keep your voice down. How'd he die?

- I look like a doctor? - BEN: Shh.

- NICK: Answer the question. - I don't know.

I put cuffs on him, and he collapsed.

NICK: He collapsed.

Well, did he look like he was in distress?

Doesn't everyone?

Let's go, fellas. I'm gonna need a lift.

Keep your mouth shut out here. You're embarrassing.

- Don't say a word. - NICK: This is ridiculous.

CHLOE: The fuck are you looking at?

Murderer! Hey, how come she's not in handcuffs?

CHLOE: Because I'm not under arrest, bitch!

BEN: Shut up. Keep your mouth shut.

Okay, okay.

- Get in the car. - Get in the car.

CHLOE: Get in.

[Breathes deeply, clears throat]

[Paper rustles]

How long you think you can hold me?

Sorry about that.

You're free to go.

What do you mean, I'm free to go?

You're not gonna charge me with anything?

What would we be charging you with?

A guy named Alfonso Batista got killed.

Got a couple of calls for you at the desk.

Lucas Ciarelli's attorney. He's looking for you.

Of course, if you want to talk to me...

voluntarily...

[Engine starts]

Hey, I'll catch up.

BEATRICE: Sure.

[Taps]

WOMAN: 32-5 to base.

You okay?

Yeah. Why?

Are you sure?

Yeah, it's just...

Justine wants to see me.

Oh.

Okay. Is that... I mean...

Are you allowed?

I think. I mean...

Her therapist is the one setting it up, so...

Well, let me know how it goes.

NICK: How's your dad?

BEN: He's dry.

NICK: That's something.

BEN: I keep thinking I'm gonna see a different guy there.

He's the same guy. He's just sober.

NICK: Yeah.

BEN: Look at this guy. What's this guy doing?

- What are you doing, guy? - Yeah, I see him.

He looks a little shifty.

BEN: Did you see that? Does it look like he's packing?

- NICK: Left front pocket. - Look like a... Look like a gun?

NICK: Yeah, let's go check it out.

19-2. We need backup for a possible armed robbery

at the pharmacy on the corner of Sainte-Catherine and Dorion.

That's a copy.

- Cough drops? Cough drops? - Aisle three.

BEN: Aisle three? Thank you.

Hey. Hey.

Shh. Get out of the store. Get out of the store. Go.

19-2. The suspect is behind the counter in the pharmacy.

WOMAN: Yeah, please. Take these ones, too.

[Packages rustling]

Anything you want. I'll give you more.

[Pills rattle]

I'll... I'll give you anything you want,

but you have to be very careful.

- BEN: Police. Stay calm. - [Woman screams]

Stay calm.

19-2. Suspect has taken a hostage.

- Copy, 19-2. - Stay calm. I can help.

- Don't do it! - Hey, look at me.

- Don't do it! - Stay calm. Stay calm.

19-2, backup is on the way.

Stay calm, sir. Look at me. Put down the gun.

I need you to put down the gun, sir.

Stay calm. Put down the gun. I need you to drop the gun.

NICK: Let her go. Let her go, asshole.

You want to die, huh? Drop the gun.

BEN: Drop it. Drop the gun.

- Get down! Down on the ground! - NICK: Get on the ground!

BEN: Down! Don't move! Don't you move!

Do you remember the first time you hit me?

Do you?

We were in Cape Breton.

Most beautiful place I've ever been.

What I remember most is

I loved you just as much after you hit me as I did before.

More, even.

[Sighs]

What are we... What are we doing here?

[Mumbles]

Do we really need your shrink here?

I need you to listen to me.

Can you do that?

Yes, I can listen to you.

JUSTINE: Good.

It's about time you acknowledge what you've done.

Second time you hit me was Christmas Eve.

Back then, you had some control.

You remember that one?

We were all wearing...

matching sweaters.

JUSTINE: They were red. With snowflakes.

We all pretended we liked them.

Your parents with their themed Christmas presents.

You had a reason, of course.

You always had a reason.

I don't remember what it was.

It was what you were wearing to church.

That's right.

It was my top, wasn't it?

You didn't like my top.

Or you did.

Maybe that was the problem.

Nice work out there.

- Thank you, Sarge. - Thank you.

I just got off the phone with Internal.

You won't have to testify about Chloe Lellouch.

Why not? It's no problem.

They come up with a ruling already?

Official report is the guy had a heart attack.

There'll be no charges.

She left the scene.

SUAREZ: Yeah. Doesn't mean she killed the guy.

So...

So... So, what, they just let her back on patrol?

She's driving around, drunk off her head.

Second time we've seen it, Sarge.

They know. They'll keep her on admin.

She doesn't clean up, she's off the job.

BEN: So...

NICK: Wow.

BEN: Okay.

- [Mid-tempo music plays] - OWEN: You hear it?

AUDREY: Yeah, I hear it. Yeah.

My God, I haven't listened to music like this

since I was a kid.

OWEN: You're chiller than I expected.

AUDREY: What did you expect?

OWEN: I-I just thought all cops were adrenaline junkies.

AUDREY: Most of us are, yeah.

OWEN: Well, I like your mellow side.

[Music continues]

I have to show you something.

OWEN: Okay.

No, it's not okay, but...

- Can I? - Yeah.

Just watch it.

- Aah! - [Indistinct shouting]

MAN: Police brutality!

- Police brutality! - Get the fuck back in there!

[Indistinct shouting]

You get the fuck back in there!

WOMAN: I have a right to know!

- No, you don't! - Tell me!

Police work! You hear that?! Get the fuck back in there!

You fuckin' shut that thing off, you hear that?!

- [Indistinct shouting] - Fuck that!

[Dog barking, snarls]

[Gunshot, dog yelps]

I've seen this.

Fuck me.

What?

When? B-Before you met me?

Okay, do you know how creepy that is?

A friend of mine showed it to me...

AUDREY: And then you hit on me?

And then I hit a car and met you.

And liked you.

It's kind of an awkward thing to bring up.

Well, you should have.

OWEN: Yes.

I-I should have.

It's not that bad.

I'm a psycho bitch, if you believe that.

It's obviously edited.

No, actually, it's...

pretty much how it went down.

Did you... Did you have to shoot the dog?

Yeah.

Yeah, I had to shoot the dog.

How come?

Well...

- You see that, um... - [Indistinct shouting]

- You see that car over there? - Mm-hmm.

Well, dealers keep their stash in it,

and then they starve the dogs and get them addicted

and then they stick 'em back in

so that no one's gonna touch their shit.

And, well, it was... It was going after a cop, so...

See? You are the good guy.

[Chuckles softly]

Where you going right now?

NICK: Saint-Jacques.

Can't get on from Saint-Jacques. You got to take William.

- All right, I'll go down McGill. - McGill's closed.

You got to go down to Wellington and come up on Duke.

Since when did you become Mr. Traffic?

Well, since the construction took over the city.

I think about it like a video game now.

Almost makes it kind of fun.

Yeah, I hear that.

It's a joke.

Wait, is that Georgie?

OFFICER: 45-8. On our way.

Yeah.

BEN: Orange Line's closed after 11:00. Repairs.

NICK: That's right.

This Goddamn city.

Temperature's supposed to drop tonight, too.

- He should be in a shelter. - He won't. He's afraid of 'em.

So, what's the play?

You know that rooming house over on Moreau?

BEN: Yep.

We can put him up there for a night.

- What's it, 35 bucks? - Something like that.

- Split down the middle? - Done.

- BEN: Georgie! - NICK: Georgie!

- [Tapping] - Georgie, wake up.

Georgie, we're gonna get you somewhere warmer for the night,

all right?

Get your things.

MAN ON TV: contained earlier this afternoon...

[Cellphone vibrates]

[Television shuts off]

Hello?

- MARTINE: Nick? - Yeah?

I know what you did, you fucking asshole.

NICK: What are you talking about? Who is this?

Martine? Martine, where are you?

MARTINE: I'm gone, Nick. I already bought my ticket.

Don't fucking look for me.

NICK: Okay, Martine, listen to me.

Listen to me very carefully, all right?

No. Never again.

Have a shit life!

Shit.

Hey.

What's wrong?

[Engines idling]

Shit!

AUDREY: Hey, Sylvie, I just wanted to check

- on Martine Bédard. - SYLVIE: Good question.

Listen, I'm sort of out of the loop on that.

What do you mean?

Apparently she's been moved again,

but the paperwork hasn't come in.

Well, did you check with the foster family?

Yeah, weird vibe there.

I don't know if something happened or she bolted again

and they were trying to hang on to the check.

Well, do you think she ran away?

I wouldn't be surprised.

[Breathes deeply]

Okay, I think I know where she might be.

Okay.

- I'll let you know. - Appreciate it.

Francis?

I have to run out and check on a client.

Are you gonna be okay for a bit?

I'm a grown man, Amélie.

Yes, I know that.

Ben is on his cellphone if you need him.

Anything?

Phone she used is right over there.

We'll get surveillance footage, and...

She's got to be hitchhiking.

I can't put out an APB. Ciarelli's gonna know.

You think so?

- What? - NICK: You think he'll know?

He's looking for her. He already killed Batista.

[Exhales sharply]

I fucked up.

A fucking kid.

Fuck!

AMELIE: Hi.

Uh... you came to tell me I've been declared unfit for custody?

- W... - FERNEY: I already heard.

When was this?

Like you don't know. What do you want?

Martine's social worker said she ran away.

Well, s-she's not here.

Are you sure?

Y-You want to come in and take a look?

Yeah, just quickly. Do you mind?

Martine?

Martine?

She'll be okay. She's a tough kid.

No, she's not.

She's not.

We'll find her.

Will we?

[Footsteps]

- BEN: Am, you home? - [Keys jingling]

FRANCIS: [Gasping] Ben!

BEN: Dad?

FRANCIS: Ben...

Dad? Dad!

[Thud]

Are you choking?! Are you choking?!

Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ.

Jesus Christ!

[Breathes deeply]

MAN: 911. What's your emergency?

Yes, yes, Lloyd. Uh, I need an ambulance right away.

- My dad drank acetone. - Okay, do you know how much?

Yeah. Uh, I-I-I don't know.

It's... It's... It's a half-liter bottle.

- It's almost empty. - Okay. I'm gonna ask you

- to monitor his breathing. - Yeah. Yeah.

I'm gonna put you on with poison control, all right?

- Just hold on a second. - Yeah, I'll stay on the line.

Martine?

FERNEY: Never did have a chance of getting custody, did I?

It was a long shot.

Why did you string me along? Just for kicks?

I've got another visitation to get to.

Can you just call me if she shows up?

- [Claps] - What are you looking at?

You gonna call your boyfriend, get me busted?

You haven't done enough?

I'm gonna go now.

Ah...

Tight little bitch.

You get your rocks off fucking people around?

Fuck you!

[Coughs, gags]

- [Grunting] - [Groaning]

[Panting]

I went to jail for that kid.

I'm all she has. You got to take that away from us?

She's my family.

AMELIE: [Screaming]

[Breathes deeply]

Ambulance is coming.

Ambulance is coming.

Ambulance is coming. Ambulance is coming.

Ambulance is coming.

[Door buzzes]

That's the ambulance.

OFFICER: Ben Chartier?