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Previously on "19-2"...

NICK: I fucked up, Ben.

You need to hear some stuff.

Is that him? The bald guy?

ELISE: Lucas Ciarelli is a prime source

of corruption in the police department.

I want to take him down.

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

FERNEY: 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.

I know what you did, you fucking asshole.

Martine, where are you?

Don't fucking look for me.

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

[Punch lands]

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

[Crying]

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

WOMAN: Can you tell me what happened?

We did this.

My colleague and I have reached an agreement.

The prosecution will withdraw the current charges

and replace with a charge of voluntary manslaughter.

ATTORNEY: To which my client will plead guilty.

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

Then fuck you, too, then!

[Engine revs, tires screech]

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

So... we're done.

[Block thuds]

- Oh. - [Blocks clatter]

[Creaking]

[Babbling]

[Police radio chatter]

[Indistinct conversations, camera shutter clicks]

MAN: Yeah. Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Looking at him now. Yeah.

[Sighs]

[Door opens]

BAILIFF: All rise.

JUDGE: Please be seated.

In the matter of the Crown versus Francesco George Ferney,

this court accepts the plea of guilty.

In accordance with the terms of the agreement

and the bond posted, I will suspend sentencing

and grant you release for a period of 10 days

to get your affairs in order.

Do you understand, Mr. Ferney?

FERNEY: Yes, Your Honor. Thank you.

JUDGE: Sentencing is scheduled for 3:00 p.m.

on the first of next month.

At that point, you will proceed directly to incarceration.

You got to be kidding me.

[Sighs]

You believe this shit?

You're not the only one who lost her, Ben.

Yeah, I don't know how you live with it.

[Door opens, closes]

[Siren wailing]

WOMAN: Copy, 19-2.

[Lock engages]

Ferney made bond.

Did you do it?

I have an observation unit on his place.

I need to find her.

So you're using him as bait.

Charlie Figo's dead.

Yeah, I saw. Suicide.

ELISE: It wasn't suicide.

So, what, am I supposed to cry?

I've been trading him to other forces

for their files on Ciarelli.

If I can find Martine, I still have a case.

I don't give a damn about your case!

You put this guy back on the street?

After what he did?

I know what I've done.

[Sighs] It's messed up, Elise.

I am trying to save her.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Door opens]

Sergeant. [Breathes deeply]

[Hands tapping]

Big day today.

Sir?

Promotion lists.

Oh. Good luck.

It's not about luck.

Change is in the air, indeed.

WOMAN: Officer Duprez, you are needed in interrogation room 5.

Where is he?

Home.

You didn't do anything?

Elise has a team watching him in case Martine shows up.

Is that how he made bond?

Wow. Nice company you keep.

- Just giving you a heads-up. - Got it.

[Indistinct conversations]

OFFICER: He's out there. He's watching your backs.

[Vehicle door closes, engine starts]

[Vehicle door opens]

[Vehicle door closes]

[Groans, sighs]

[Smooches]

- Fuck off. - [Chuckles]

- Hi, there. - Shh.

- [Lock disengages] - RICHARD: Thank you.

MAN: Yeah, leave her out of this, all right?

Dulac.

Good morning, Commander.

GENDRON: Close the door.

[Door closes]

Don't know if you've heard.

Sir?

GENDRON: Oh, your father didn't tell you.

My promotion didn't come through.

I'll be commanding 19 for the indefinite future.

Hey, I'm sorry to hear that.

Indeed, you should be.

You're the reason I didn't get it.

I don't know how that's possible.

I'm sorry. I haven't talked to my father.

GENDRON: Maybe you didn't.

But I was on the top of the list until you got hazed.

[Chuckles]

From now on, I'm your knight in shining armor.

I can do no wrong.

I have a guiding hand on your career.

You understand?

That is the message I want you bringing home...

every single fucking day you're under my command.

Sir.

Dismissed.

[Indistinct conversations]

God damn it!

- What's up your ass, bro? - RICHARD: Don't ask.

All right, I'm not.

Yeah, you just did.

The commander didn't get his promotion.

Aw. Poor baby.

- Yeah, he said it was my fault. - [Laughs]

Our commander's always got to have somebody in the doghouse.

You're in good company, my man.

DISPATCHER: In 19, we have a report of kids

setting up a skateboard ramp

in the parking lot at the Allan Institute.

Oh, so we're arresting kids for playing now?

19-7. We can take that.

- YOUNG MAN: Deez nuts! - [Laughs]

Did someone just say "deez nuts"?

YOUNG MAN: Deez nuts is hot!

DISPATCHER: Cancel that, 19-7. The kids are leaving.

YOUNG MAN: Whoa! Deez nuts hot!

- What? - This is ridiculous.

DISPATCHER: All units switch to restricted channel.

SUAREZ: Joseph, Dulac. Swing by the technical section.

[Laughter]

19-2, 19-7, 19-33,

rendezvous west end of Carrie-Derrick,

short of the Champlain off-ramp.

19-2. Copy.

- Speed trap? - SUAREZ: Stop and search.

We're looking for a load of sex workers

coming in from the New York border.

Isn't that what the border's for?

The vehicle may have already crossed.

We have a tip it's coming into the city.

Some kind of RV or camper van.

Barron, you flag them down, and we'll search them here.

You guys get some vests on, okay?

Kind of surprised they're spending the resources.

Hookers don't usually get much attention.

They're not hookers, man. They're fucking slaves.

All right. Hookers, slaves.

- Still surprised. - Mm-hmm.

[Engine starts]

So, where do we go now?

Hold on. It's got to triangulate.

OFFICER: 32-6. On our way.

[Beeping]

Okay. Turn left.

TYLER: 19-4. We're trying to figure out

what to have for lunch.

Any suggestions?

YOUNG MAN: Deez nuts! They be hot.

- RICHARD: Right there. - TYLER: Yeah.

Sucker.

Deez nuts...

Mr. Nuts, I presume?

- Put your hands up. - [Scoffs]

TYLER: Step out of the car, please, sir.

- Now put them behind your back. - [Scoffs, sighs]

[Handcuffs clicking]

Huh. Like to play with radios, huh?

How do you like deez nuts?

19-4. We have the radio and the suspect.

Everyone back to normal channels.

What the hell?

Jesus. 19-2. I got a man covered in blood.

- Man, are you okay? - I don't know.

What's your name?

- I don't know. - NICK: What happened to you?

You don't know what happened?

Just right here.

Lean right here. Right here.

Is he okay?

NICK: You don't remember anything?

DISPATCHER: No accident reports.

Anything that could get him covered in blood?

DISPATCHER: We've got a nasty crash on the 40 at Hudson.

Long way from here.

I'll need an ambulance.

Forensics can meet him at the hospital.

DISPATCHER: They're backed up.

Half an hour unless it's an emergency.

Yeah. It's not urgent.

We can deliver him.

DISPATCHER: St. Columban. Forensics will meet you there.

19-4, you clear?

No, we're still at booking.

19-21, rendezvous at Carrie-Derrick.

Need you for transport.

On my way.

Hey, hey.

I can take him myself.

No solo transports.

Sorry.

OFFICER: 32-5 to base.

32-5.

Where'd the blood come from?

I don't know.

DISPATCHER: Please call back so you know what's coming.

They find Martine yet?

Oh, suddenly you care again?

Any word on your transfer?

I figured they'd want you back.

Hope they do. The sooner, the better.

- Mm. - I'm done with this place.

What about Ferney?

You done with him, too?

- I can see right through you. - Just stay out of my way.

Can't you cuff me at the front at least?

Not while you're in transport.

What transport? We're just sitting here.

That's a judgment call, my man.

I understand. All right, thank you.

So, what's the deal?

The kid's mom works in tech support.

Radio he took is supposed to be decommissioned.

Hm. Legacies.

He's not a legacy, okay? He's not a cop.

I bet you he still thinks he's gonna get a slap on the wrist.

RICHARD: Yeah.

Well, at least we can put a scare in him first.

- Let's do it. - [Clears throat]

Okay, sir.

We're taking you to Major Crimes.

Major Crimes?

How is trolling you a major crime?

RICHARD: Well, technically, it's terrorism.

[Scoffs] You're kidding me.

Afraid not.

Let's go, numbnuts.

VLASIC: 19-2?

You got my suspect?

We don't know who we got.

No I.D., no memory.

Where is he?

He's down there.

- What's up? - Vlasic. Homicide.

I'm looking for Arnold Lipis.

Mr. Lipis.

I don't know who I am.

VLASIC: I do.

You know who this is?

Mr. Lipis, you killed your wife.

Then you walked out of the house and onto the highway.

Were you planning on killing yourself?

Cuff him.

- I don't remember. - BEN: Stand up.

Stand up.

Stand up.

She was six months pregnant.

- How? - Shot her.

- Rifle. Point-blank. - [Sighs]

This asshole is working a psych defense.

Don't let some shrink put him on a form.

Lock him up.

[Sighs]

She was pregnant.

Turn around. Turn around.

You know what you did.

Look at me.

You're not fooling anybody.

- Look at me. - [Breathes deeply]

Nobody.

Good afternoon, sir.

I'm afraid we're gonna have to search your vehicle.

Would you mind shutting off the engine, please,

and stepping out?

- Oh, fucker. - [Laughs]

There's supposed to be somebody hiding in here?

Well, we got to check.

J.M.: There's nobody here, okay? No one here.

- [Tapping] - That's hollow.

Well, what do you want... Solid mahogany?

[Knocking]

You know what? They're coming from New York,

they're gonna be Eastern European.

They're Chinese if they're coming from out west.

- That's the way it seems. - 'Cause you're an expert

- on the subject, aren't you? - It's just basic common sense.

[Laughing] Oh, yeah, that's common sense, J.M.

- For everybody around here... - Shh. Shut up.

- That's common sense. - Shut up! Shut up!

- You don't hear that? - I don't hear anything.

- [Woman crying] - Shh, shh!

You don't hear that?

[Crying continues]

I hear crying. You hear the crying?

We got something.

Lift it up. Lift this thing up.

- What the fuck? - There's a screw.

Look for a... Look for a screwdriver.

- AUDREY: You got it? - Yeah, yeah.

- Okay. - Hold on, hold on.

- [Crying continues] - Holy fuck.

- Go get him. Get Sarge. - AUDREY: Sarge! Sarge!

- J.M.: Come on out. - You get her. You get her.

- J.M.: Come on out. Come on out. - I'll hold it. I'll hold it.

J.M.: It's okay. Okay, okay, okay.

- AUDREY: You get her. - J.M.: Come on out. Come on out.

- [Crying] - J.M.: All right, all right,

all right, all right.

[Police radio chatter]

[Siren wailing]

[Blues music plays]

Jesus Christ, Chloe. What are you doing?

CHLOE: Messing up.

I waited a half-hour, but you didn't show up.

Oh, well, coming here is a great choice, then.

It's my regular.

You killed a guy right outside. Remember?

I didn't kill him.

He died.

How'd you find me?

I called your sergeant.

Not my sergeant anymore.

How'd you know about that... The dead guy?

The cops who brought you in are friends of mine.

Did you all have a good laugh about that?

No, we did not.

You know why, Chloe?

'Cause we don't talk about group, and you know that.

You don't need this anymore.

Screw you.

You don't own me.

It's not about owning you.

It's about helping you.

What's it to you?

Why do you care?

If you want to give up, Chloe...

You want to give up?

It's not gonna be on me.

[Crying] I'm a fucking mess.

Come on. I'm taking you home.

Let's go.

It's okay. It's okay.

DISPATCHER: Affirmative, 19-28.

ETA understood of 45 minutes. Over.

DISPATCHER #2: 19-21, report to base.

Please deliver warrant to Valleyfield. Over.

Chartier. Barron. We're done.

Chartier, you can call it a shift.

Barron, you're here till the tow truck arrives.

Have a good night, gentlemen.

Hold up. Hey.

Don't do it... Ferney.

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

Are you going to?

[Engine starts]

[Knock on door]

You're lucky I was up late.

I need something.

- What's that? - You don't get to say no.

You owe me.

[Vehicle door opens]

Fuck you.

Come on.

Come on.

Sit down.

I don't have anything to eat.

I'm not hungry.

- You want pork rinds? - MARTINE: Mm.

Sorry about Amélie.

Were you there?

- No. - No?

[Sniffles]

He was gone. She...

She was on the floor.

Why'd he do it?

'Cause of me.

Did you s... Did you say something to him?

- MARTINE: No! - You didn't say anything?

They had him declared unfit.

[Sighs]

He got a letter.

He couldn't have custody. [Breathes deeply]

She had him declared. I told you.

Who did? Who did?

MARTINE: The bitch! The inspector!

Who do you think? [Sobs]

What did Amélie have to do with it?

Nothing.

It was about me.

Nick was involved.

He's the one who promised.

He promised I could be with Ferney.

Stay here.

- I'll be back. - I'm not going back there.

- I won't cooperate! - I'm not gonna make you.

I'm not gonna...

This didn't... Look at me. Look at me.

This... Look at me.

This didn't happen because of you.

This did not happen because of you.

- [Sniffles] - Stay here.

[Sighs]

[Pounding on door]

You fucking asshole!

You fucking liar!

I found Martine. She told me what you did.

Ah, forget it. You're not worth it.

I'm putting an end to it.

[Sighs]

[Breathes deeply]

ELISE: Martine!

Oh, thank God. I've been looking for you.

I'm moving you out of province.

You have no idea how worried I've been.

[Sarcastically] Sure, Mom.

You want to get yourself killed?

[Sighs] Come on.

You're smarter than that.

I'm not helping you.

Fine.

Don't. [Sighs]

Bitch.

There's nothing here for you.

Thanks for that.

Martine, I don't have a choice.

We're meeting them here.

- Where am I going? - Regina.

You can't try to run again.

[Sighs] Right. You know what's best for me.

You're getting screwed. I know that.

You got her killed!

No, Martine. Your uncle did that.

Look, when this is over, I'm gonna get you repayment.

I'm gonna get you into school, if that's what you want.

MARTINE: Yeah. I want to be a cheerleader.

ELISE: I'm so sorry.

I know you don't believe me, but I am.

I've been screwed over, too.

We survive.

We're tough, people like us.

[Screaming]

[Water splashes]

[Whimpering]

- [Vehicle approaching] - [Gasps]

Are you happy?

Anyway, it's done.

It will look like a suicide.

Hope it was worth it.

It's everything I promised...

Complete files on you from both the feds and the SQ.

Marcello is a fucking informant?

He's a fed.

They also have two snitches in the longshoreman's union.

SQ has one in your house.

What about the cop... Barron?

He's not worth it. You said so.

That was before you started fucking him.

I'm not some lovestruck teenager.

He knows nothing.

Okay.

So, we're good?

We're good.

- [Vehicle door opens] - I'll be in touch.

[Vehicle door closes, engine starts]

[Gasping]

Where is he?

His bond was revoked.

He's back in custody.

You did it?

Aah!

The fuck you...

- If you want to do this... - Fuck you! Fuck you!

NICK: Come on! Aah!

[Coughing]

[Breathing heavily]

Oh! Oh, God.

- Why'd you do it? - NICK: Fuck you!

Fuck you! I know what you did to Ferney.

- NICK: I didn't do shit. - Set him off like a lit fuse

aimed right at your sister.

What the fuck? I never even met the prick.

You didn't have to.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Shut the fuck up!

Martine told me what you did!

Told you what?

You had him declared unfit.

He thought that Amélie did it.

Like, did you not even fucking think?

Who had him declared?

Your girlfriend.

Elise?

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit!

[Screams]

[Spits]

MARTINE: Ben! [Crying]

Martine?

Martine! Jesus Christ.

Jesus Christ. Here.

Hold on to me.

For Christ's sake, Martine.

[Water running]

Here. I got the bath running.

Just put this on you when you get out.

I'll dry your other clothes when you're ready, okay?

- What happened? - [Sobs]

I told you to stay here.

[Sniffles] I got freaked out.

It was like Amélie was just gonna walk in the door.

I'll be right out here.

She threw me off a fucking pier.

What?

Who did? Who did?

The inspector.

I don't expect you to believe me.

I do. I do.

I do. I believe you.

MARTINE: [Sobbing]

[Knocking]

I'll ride with Barron again.

- He's good with it? - BEN: Yep.

What happened to you?

Oh, this asshole sucker-punched him.

How are you, Bear?

Um... I'm okay.

Hey, Tyler.

I'm driving.

I bet you ain't.

- Oh, I am. - Mm-hmm.

OFFICER: 19-49 to base.

Yep.

[Keys jingle]

- Let's do this. - All set.

I thought those two were done with each other.

Shows what you know about love, girl.

What?

Nick...

your girlfriend's mobbed up.

What?

Says who... you?

It's true.

The inspector picked up Martine last night.

She tell you that?

Nick, you could have called.

NICK: No, I couldn't.

What happened to you?

Can we come in?

ISABELLE: I have a dinner.

I'll cancel.

Nick, you're saying this about an inspector.

NICK: Not just an inspector.

ISABELLE: Yeah, even better.

You're making accusations against Internal.

She tried to kill me.

He was there to watch.

Who?

Lucas Ciarelli.

We, um...

We need help.

I want her, Nick.

[Sighs] Me too.

Me too.