Original subtitles

Previously on "19-2"...

I lost my mommy.

Well, what's your name? My name's Ben.

Brianna.

BEN: There's something about target practice,

clears your head.

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

Take in a deep breath.

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

I need you to listen to me.

- Can you do that? - [Sighs]

- Yes, I can listen to you. - JUSTINE: Good.

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

- Martine, where are you? - MARTINE: I'm gone, Nick.

I already bought my ticket. Don't fucking look for me.

- Have a shit life! - [Telephone receiver slams]

- BEN'S FATHER: [Gasping] - BEN: Dad. Dad!

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

My dad drank acetone.

I'm gonna go now.

Ah.

Tight little bitch.

[Punch lands]

[Crying] Let go of me!

[Shouting indistinctly]

OFFICER: Ben Chartier?

[Sea gulls crying]

What, um...

My watch broke. I don't, um...

Had it for 10 years.

I got it at an airport. It was self-winding.

It broke, so I don't... know what time it is.

There.

Where's Theo?

He's with my mom.

They're gonna meet us there.

We're gonna stay with her for a few days.

How about you?

Your dad holding up?

He's got three more weeks left in rehab.

And then what?

They'll go back to Morin-Heights.

Are you sleeping?

Get any sleep?

Not much, no.

I think I need to go back on shift.

Need something to do.

Don't think I'm ready for that yet.

I fucked up, Ben.

You need to hear some stuff.

Not today. We should go.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Bell tolling]

NICK: Oh, God.

[Siren wailing]

WOMAN: Copy, 19-2.

- [Cellphone rings] - [Sighs]

Yeah?

ELISE: I'm outside.

Did you find Martine?

ELISE: No.

I have something else, though.

I don't care.

Nick...

I need to see you.

I was gonna go to the funeral, but I...

For what? You didn't even fucking know her.

[Sighs]

[Engine starts]

Hey. He's back.

Hey, Chartier. Welcome back.

Thanks.

J.M.: At least they got the guy, right?

MAN: 10-19. Stop transmitting and wait for instruction.

Hey, hey, hey. Chartier's back.

- Richard. - What's going on?

- You know what it is. - Good to see you.

TYLER: Hey, Dickie.

Maybe you won't be so lonely

now that your twin brother's here to look after you.

Yeah, maybe. You got an extra bootlace?

- TYLER: No, I do not, blondie. - I got one. Heads up.

- Thank you. - TYLER: You see that?

Boy Scout got to be prepared, my man.

Chartier's showing you up, son.

Just saying.

Nick. Back on, too?

I am.

Hey, change your mind?

Yeah, well, someone's got to keep you out of trouble.

I'm glad you did.

Pretty messed up... Nick's sister.

- Mm-hmm. - It's like the squad is cursed.

Hey, don't use that word.

I can say what I want to.

It sounds like you're trying to put a jinx on us.

The jinx was here before I got here.

Hey, my man, if you ain't happy where you at,

why don't you ask your daddy to...

- Would you stop it? - Drop you down

in Westmount or something.

You'll be a little more comfortable.

[Chuckles] I'm just saying you got advantages, man.

You got the advantages. Don't complain about it.

I'm not complaining!

TYLER: Sounds like you're complaining to me.

And you're being defensive.

What you should be doing, young fella,

is making yourself a plan.

Oh, I have a plan.

TYLER: [Laughs]

You have a plan, huh?

All right, Dickie, let me hear your plan.

I'm gonna put in maybe four years here.

TYLER: Mm-hmm.

And then I'm gonna fast-track to detective.

TYLER: [Chuckling] Oh.

And then I'm gonna tell patrol vets like you

- to stand in the corner. - [Laughing]

Way to stand up for yourself, Dickie. I like it.

Yeah, you're gonna like it a lot.

I love it, actually. I love it.

But until that time, I'm still the one

that's telling you which corner to stand in

and how long to stand in it...

rook.

DISPATCHER: In 19, we have a missing child.

- 1242 Durocher. - Mm.

- 19-4. We got it. - [Siren wailing]

The TV was on. I thought...

I thought she was in the basement.

AUDREY: And she left the house?

I said I'd take her to the store for a treat.

I was working. I lost track of time.

[Vehicle door opens, closes]

Can you think back to the last time you did speak?

- [Sighs] - What's the story?

8-year-old girl. Down syndrome.

Yeah, Brianna. She got lost before.

- We know her. - AUDREY: Yeah, that's right.

Brianna McKay.

NICK: How long has she been gone?

Uh, up to two hours, but her mother doesn't know.

Media alerts are going out right now.

You know what she was wearing?

Her red glasses and flowery pants,

an owl T-shirt, blue-jean shirt.

Mom says she wanted to go to the store.

What store?

Some candy store in Ville St-Laurent.

She said they drive by there.

All right, we'll check locally.

Is there a father? I can't remember.

No. She's on her own.

Okay, we'll go on Chateauguay, head west.

- Let's do it. - SUAREZ: All units,

coordinate with me.

OFFICER: Copy, Sergeant.

NICK: Have you seen this girl?

Her name's Brianna. She's 8 years old.

- Mnh-mnh. - Mnh-mnh.

NICK: Anything?

He says she comes and asks for candy sometimes, but not today.

[Sighs] Someone will have seen her.

- Yep. - Leave me alone.

DISPATCHER: 19-40, what's your location?

OFFICER: 19-40. We're on St-Urbain heading north.

DISPATCHER: Copy that.

SUAREZ: Here.

[Dog sniffing]

OFFICER: Hmm? Got this, boy?

Got this? All right.

Search. Search.

Joseph, Dulac, join the K-9 unit starting now.

Heading east.

TYLER: Moving, Sarge.

19-7.

How you doing?

Take a look at this picture. You seen this girl?

- WOMAN: No. - MAN: Sorry.

No? Thank you for your time.

[Police radio chatter]

Oh, excuse me. Ma'am.

You seen this girl before?

Oh. [Speaking Chinese]

Yeah? You've seen her?

- You seen her today? - [Speaking Chinese]

J.M.: What are you saying to me? Come here.

Is she in there?

19-33. We're gonna need a Chinese translator

at Jean-Guy Restaurant.

What's going on there?

- What's going on? - Uh, just, uh...

can you tell me what she's saying?

[Conversing in Chinese]

She's saying you're looking for the mongoloid girl.

That's right. You seen her?

Yeah, we've seen her many times.

Have you seen her today? She's missing.

We're looking for her.

[Conversing in Chinese]

Sorry. She hasn't seen her today.

Haven't see her today? Thank you very much for your time.

19-33. Cancel the translator. False lead.

WOMAN: Keep us posted if there's anything.

[Indistinct conversation]

NICK: Brianna!

Brianna!

Worst case... Somebody grabbed her.

No. No, she's good with strangers.

She's shy around people.

I think she's hiding.

Why?

The same thing happened to me once when I was a kid.

I had to go into Lachute to get something from the library,

and they got a park right by the river there.

So my dad left me, said he'd come pick me up at sundown.

Said I could do my reading there as good as anywhere.

Met this kid, and we decided

to go down to the river to catch crayfish.

The sun started to go down,

I knew I was in big shit, and so was this kid I was with.

Um, I don't even remember his name.

- How old were you? - 7.

And your dad left you in a park?

No, but we hid.

It was summertime.

There was cops looking for us everywhere,

going up and down the riverbank.

Hid for a long time.

Yeah, well, it's winter now.

- Brianna! - Brianna!

Sun's gonna be going down soon.

And the temperature's gonna drop with it.

19-2. We're all clear from Clark to St-Joseph.

- Continue south. - MAN: I'd also like to remind

our listeners that the Montreal police

are looking for a lost child.

Brianna McKay is 8 years old, she has Down syndrome,

and the police are asking everyone

to keep an eye out for her.

Anyone with information on this missing child

is encouraged to contact the police.

[Crying]

[Police radio chatter]

OFFICER: Copy.

Where do we go now?

SUAREZ: Head west. Door by door.

OFFICER: You got it.

BEATRICE: That's every dep on St-Patrick.

No sightings.

SUAREZ: All right. Head north.

BEATRICE: The neighbor just got home.

- Hasn't seen her. - SUAREZ: Damn it.

BEATRICE: She's gonna look inside just in case.

SUAREZ: Okay, let me know.

- [Dog barking] - RICHARD: He got something?

OFFICER: Keep back, please.

He's got a scent.

OFFICER #2: Copy that.

19-4. We're in a tunnel heading towards the canal.

The dog's got a scent. Dog's got a scent.

[Dog barking]

[Dog sniffing]

Coming up the bike paths near Canal Street.

- BEN: 19-2. We're right there. - J.M.: You got her?

SUAREZ: All units, keep looking. We'll let you know.

J.M.: Yes, sir. At Clark heading south.

OFFICER: All right, somewhere in there.

- Okay. - What? What do you got?

- Somewhere in here. - OFFICER: That's it.

Good boy. Good boy.

- NICK: Brianna? - OFFICER: Good boy.

- BEN: Brianna? - NICK: Brianna?

- Brianna? - I'm not ready for this.

I got a coat.

"Brianna McKay."

BEN: 19-2. We've found the girl's jacket.

We need to start section searching from here.

We're on our way.

Where'd she go? Which way?

He lost the scent. He was flagged on the...

- So what? So what? - It's not gonna happen.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

- Shit. - BEN: Keep looking. Come on.

Come on.

- Brianna! - NICK: Brianna!

- BEN: Brianna! - NICK: Brianna!

Jesus, Bear. I don't want to find a dead kid.

BEATRICE: Better us than them.

Maybe they shouldn't be in on this.

BEATRICE: Well, you want to try and tell them that?

No, she's got to be here somewhere.

I mean, how far can a kid that age go?

SUAREZ: Let's go, people. Clock is ticking here.

J.M.: Right. And it's freezing out here.

SUAREZ: Tell me something I don't know, Brouillard.

[Breathing heavily]

Whoa! Geez! Hey! Excuse me.

- Have you seen a little girl? - She's about 8 years old.

Uh, no.

BEATRICE: What about you?

Shit.

Alley off Laprairie's clear.

BEN: 19-2. We'll keep moving.

BEATRICE: We'll come with you.

NICK: We got it, Bear.

What are we... A couple cripples?

It's getting colder.

Hey.

Check that out.

- Brianna! - Brianna!

OFFICER: Sergeant, we are clear to Sherbrooke.

SUAREZ: Turn around and do it again.

OFFICER: Copy that.

Brianna!

Jesus.

What the hell?

Brianna!

- [Clattering] - Shh. Shh, shh.

[Clucking]

- You hear something? - You don't hear that?

- You don't hear anything? - Back here.

- Brianna? - [Clucking continues]

Jesus.

Roosters.

No. Gamecocks.

Look at the scars.

Look at this.

You got to be pretty sick in the head to do this shit.

God.

[Thump]

Brianna?

Hi, Brianna.

Oh, thank God.

Hi. Look at me.

- Do you remember me? - Yes.

Remember me? Want to come out of there?

- Yes. - Come on out of here.

Watch your head. Just watch your head.

Stand up. Are you okay? Are you okay?

- Yes. - Are you okay? You cold?

Yeah?

I'm gonna put my coat on you, okay?

You all right?

Here. Take this, okay?

Is that better?

You know we've been looking everywhere for you?

- Yeah. - Well, we've found you.

Got a boo-boo on your finger. How'd you do that?

I was trying to feed them.

- You tried to feed them? - Yeah.

Ah, geez.

Well, no more hiding. We've found you now.

- Okay? - Yeah.

We'll get a Band-Aid for your cat.

- We'll get a Band-Aid. - One for me, too?

We'll get one for you, too.

- Yes. - Put your arms around me.

I'm gonna pick you up, okay? Put your arms around me.

Hold on.

Now we've got you. Now we've got you.

19-2. We found her. She's okay.

BEN: Okay?

[Indistinct conversations]

Look at me.

I am so sorry.

It'll never happen again, I swear. Okay?

Okay.

Okay. We got to get moving now.

- Say thank you to the policemen. - Thank you, policemen.

No worries.

Just make sure you don't wander off again, okay?

Okay, policemen.

- Bye, policemen. - Thank you.

Bye, policemen.

Thank Christ she's okay.

All right. We're done.

Nice bit of work, boys.

- Go on home. - WOMAN: She's all right, John.

I agree. Well played, gentlemen.

So, are we gonna celebrate or what?

- Not tonight, man. - Got to count your wins, man.

I am.

All right.

AUDREY: Is she okay?

NICK: Yeah, she's good.

That was a shameful place.

You hear anything about Martine?

What do you mean?

I was trying to track her down, see if she...

- What? - BEN: I don't know.

See if she knew anything.

Doesn't matter, though. She took off.

Talked to the place in Sherbrooke.

She's gone.

I know.

- What do you know? - [Sighs]

She's a witness, Ben.

She's been in protective custody.

For Lucas Ciarelli?

You told me that didn't pan out.

You didn't want to know.

She took off. I don't even know where she is now.

OFFICER: 19-37 to base.

- Your girlfriend do this? - OFFICER: 30 minutes. Over.

Yeah.

How does Ferney fit in?

He doesn't.

He didn't know. Nobody did.

BEN: I guess it doesn't matter, then, does it?

[Knock on door]

Are we talking again?

Have you found her?

No.

I have people looking. People I trust.

Looking for her. You don't even know where the fuck she is.

Yeah, I think I do.

- [Keyboard clacks] - What is this?

- From the truck stop? - Just listen.

WOMAN: 911. What's your emergency?

MARTINE: She's... She's dead! There's a dead woman here!

WOMAN: Can you tell me what happened?

MARTINE: She's dead! Jesus Christ!

WOMAN: Ma'am, just calm down. I'm gonna help you.

Tell me what happened.

- Hello? - It's Martine.

- [Line beeps] - WOMAN: Shit.

[Keyboard clacks]

NICK: [Sighs]

She found the body.

She was here, in the city.

Was she there when it happened?

I don't know.

Forensics doesn't think so.

Is...

Is that what set him off?

Did... Did she say something?

Well, no.

[Sighs]

We did this.

No, Nick.

- No? - No.

No?

If you didn't put her in hiding, my sister would still be alive!

How could I see?

I mean, how could either of us see?

He killed her. He lost his mind.

Because you drove him to it, Elise!

You drove him to it!

You brought your sister into this long before you brought me!

Fuck. Fuck you.

There's enough blame to go around.

- Okay? - [Breathes deeply]

Why did you show me this?

She may try to reach out and... and contact you.

- Nah, I don't think so. - Or your partner.

She stayed with them for a while, didn't she?

I am trying to protect her, Nick.

- To protect her? - Please.

You mean use her.

Both.

Okay.

- Okay, then find her. - Okay.

At least do one fucking thing right.

ELISE: If she contacts your partner,

- I need to know! - [Door slams]

- Hey, Dad. - Hey.

I'll go start dinner.

Oh, I...

I already made you grilled cheese and tomato soup.

You didn't have to do that.

What about you?

I ate at Mom's.

Come here.

[Telephone rings]

Hello?

No, Amélie's not here.

No, I don't know when she'll be back.

Who?

No, I'm sorry, André. I don't know how to reach her.

[Line snaps]

[Telephone clatters]

[Indistinct conversations]

WOMAN ON P.A.: Officer Dushane, please call Room 3A.

MAN: about five minutes ago.

You trying to make an impression?

Fall-in ain't for another half-hour.

Sarge wanted to see me.

In uniform?

He wanted advice on the duos, who should ride with who.

Hmm. Aren't you special?

I was sergeant, Tyler.

True.

And you still should be.

You and Audrey a permanent thing?

Yeah.

Good for you.

I told him I wanted to ride with you, though.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

But he says I'm good for Audrey, so I'll stick with her.

Yeah.

Well, I got the rookie to take care of, right?

Lucky him.

He don't know how good he's got it, girl.

- Mnh-mnh. - [Laughs]

[Speaking indistinctly]

All rise.

JUDGE: Please be seated.

I understand the Crown has a proposal.

PROSECUTOR: Yes, Your Honor.

My colleague and I have reached an agreement.

The prosecution will withdraw the current charges

and replace with a charge of voluntary manslaughter.

To which my client will plead guilty.

MAN: [Whispering] They can't be serious.

What is this... a fucking joke?

What are the next dates for sentencing submissions?

3:00, Thursday, the 20th.

Reconvene for sentencing at 3:00 two weeks from tomorrow.

Mr. Ferney, you are remanded to custody.

Next case.

CLERK: They're not ready.

- JUDGE: Adjourned. - BAILIFF: All rise.

[Indistinct conversations]

What are you doing?

- What are you doing? - He killed my sister.

And he's getting convicted for it.

- That is not your call. - No, no, no. That's your...

Listen, the guy was stoned out of his head.

He has two psychiatrists

saying that he was in emotional distress.

Do you want me to take a chance he walks?

I want him to get what he deserves.

PROSECUTOR: So do I.

Look, I had to make the call.

- I'm sorry. - It's not...

- It's in the books now. - It's not right.

How do you sleep at night?

PROSECUTOR: Excuse me.

[Door opens]

What are we doing? What's the point?

What's the point?

There's supposed to be a system. There's supposed to be rules.

- Nah. - There's supposed to be justice.

NICK: No such thing.

BEN: [Sighs]

The first time she went to see him,

she asked me to come with them.

She had a bad feeling about him.

When Martine asked me to do her a favor,

get rid of her drug dealer, I did it.

- I gave him hope. - Just stop it.

Just... Just... Just stop it.

- That's what happened. - Just stop it!

That's what happened!

I got my sister involved in this shit, okay? Not you.

Then fuck you, too, then!

[Engine starts]

[Vehicle door closes]

Martine's in the city.

What, you've heard from her?

She made the 911 call about Amélie.

What, she was there?

I don't know. I don't know.

- Elise thinks... - Elise.

Maybe she might go see you.

This girlfriend of yours, man. [Chuckles]

This fucking girlfriend of yours.

- She knows it all, doesn't she? - Look, it's not about her.

It's about this kid being out there.

There he is. That's you.

You're just one big bleeding heart, aren't you?

- Jesus, Amélie would want... - Don't you dare.

- What? - Don't you dare.

You know she'd take care of the kid!

Shut the fuck up, man. Don't pretend this is about her.

- She's my sister. - And she's dead.

She'd want us to look.

- Get the fuck out. - What are you doing?

Get the fuck out.

- Get the fuck out! - All right, all right.

- All right. - Get the fuck out!

NICK: Jesus.

[Engine revs, tires screech]

[Indistinct conversation]

[Door closes]

WOMAN: I was very, very, very scared.

I should never have come to this fucking city.

Don't.

Never would have happened.

BEN: It had nothing to do with you.

No?

Started when I was 12.

After school.

I never looked back.

Well, now you can look back.

I should have died.

You listen to me, you miserable son of a bitch.

For once in your selfish life, you can do something right,

and you are going to do it.

Do you hear me? Do you hear me?

Tell me you fucking hear me!

I have so much to undo.

- [Indistinct conversations] - NICK: [Sighs]

YOUNG WOMAN: You know what?

NICK: Hey, guys.

Sorry. Um...

Have you seen this girl?

You a cop?

She's a friend.

She needs some help.

Just take a look.

She look familiar to you?

I don't know.

Maybe. Sorry.

TYLER: Last few days, um...

[Sighs]

Every night, I'm dreaming about it.

[Slurred] Living the dream.

TYLER: I wake up thinking, "Man, oh, man.

I done fell off this wagon again."

[Group murmurs]

And I don't know where it's coming from.

Hey, Chloe, hold it together, okay?

[Sarcastically] Sure, Jerry. Yes, Jerry.

Whatever you say, Jerry.

WOMAN: Really?

So, yeah, the thing is, I realized I didn't.

And it made me feel good, made me feel like...

I'm gonna step outside for a bit.

- MAN: Chloe. - WOMAN: Ah. Shit.

Excuse me.

[Indistinct conversations]

You can't do this.

I'm trying, Jerry.

JERRY: [Sighs]

You can't show up drunk.

- You can't kick me out. - [Sighs]

Look, I can't sponsor you anymore, Chloe.

I can't.

This is supposed to be a support group.

Nice fucking support.

Call me when you're ready to do the work.

Hey, stranger, want to buy me a drink?

So, you're just gonna cut her loose?

She didn't give me a choice.

They're kicking her off the force.

You don't think she needs you?

I have to think about the people who want this, T...

the people who are trying.

She is trying! You just don't fucking see it!

Chloe!

[Knock on door]

Okay.

[Sighs]

Nick.

- Hey. - Hey.

You alone?

Yeah. Yeah, come in.

- You look like shit. - [Sighs]

Yeah, what else is new?

You fixed up your place.

Yeah, it's...

Yeah, it's getting there, you know?

Looks good.

Would you like coffee?

- Sure. - Okay.

I got this, uh... This pod thing, you know,

but I don't have any pods

because it kills the environment.

- Don't want to do that. - Mm.

How about tea?

You call yourself a cop, and you don't have coffee?

No, I have coffee. I have coffee.

Would you rather have that?

I'd much rather that.

Why are you here, Nick?

To tell you I'm an asshole.

[Chuckles] That's not news.

No. It's still overdue.

AUDREY: I'm way past it, Nick.

Are you?

I fucked you around, Audrey.

I need to face up.

Now?

I got to start somewhere.

Totally forgiven.

You can scratch me off your guilt list.

NICK: [Sighs]

- I'm so sorry. - It's okay.

[Sighs]

[Both breathing heavily]

- [Moans] - Oh, shit.

Oh, shit. [Chuckles]

- [Grunts] - It's okay.

- It's okay. - [Sighs]

- For fuck's sake. - [Laughs]

Don't worry.

It'll be better next time.

It felt really good.

Well, it's not Rockefeller Plaza, but, uh...

I don't even know if people live in Rockefeller Plaza.

I don't know.

It's nice.

It's downtown.

Can I get you a drink? Do you want a...

I don't really want to come in.

That's o... That's okay.

Um...

I mean, I could have come to your house, if you...

No. You can't.

What do you want, Jean-Marc?

I want to get better.

I really...

I am. I'm better. I...

Good for you.

[Breathes deeply]

I'm sorry.

[Sighs]

Thank you.

Is there anything else?

Yeah.

I love you, Justine.

Don't you dare.

I'm sorry.

For the rest of your life.

[Door slams]

And you love me, too.

[Indistinct conversations]

WOMAN ON P.A.: Detective Kimball,

you are requested at the reception desk.

OFFICER: That would be like 20...

MAN: Yeah. But, you know, I can take breaks on this.

OFFICER #2:19-31 to base. We're on it.

OFFICER #1: Look, I'm just saying.

SUAREZ: Okay.

Yes, everyone, don't forget... Stop by the garage,

get your snow tires on.

Pouliot, Hamelin... 19-7. Lunch at 5:00.

Joseph, Dulac... 19-4. Lunch at 7:00.

Extra solos today.

Barron... 19-2. Lunch will be at 4:00.

Chartier... 19-21. Lunch at 6:00.

That's it. Watch your backs, everyone.

DISPATCHER: 19-21, we have a mailbox break-in.

19-21, do you copy?

BEN: Sorry. 19-21. Copy.

DISPATCHER: De Bullion north of Rachel.

You want something?

Look, you want to ride solo, knock yourself out, all right?

But we still got to work together.

No, we don't.

[Sighs] Shit, man.

Would you just hear me out?

I put in for a transfer back to the SQ, back to Morin-Heights.

So... we're done.

[Engine starts]