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Previously on "19-2"...

- [Foot slams] - Police!

Get off! Get off!

- This is a business transaction. - Shut up.

Nothing happening that I didn't pay for.

You gonna book me?

No, you're not being charged here.

They cut him loose already?

Detectives didn't even talk to us.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - We watched it happen.

- I know. - This why you became a cop?

Excuse me. Montreal Police.

- Ms. Miller. - FARAH: A boy was raped.

He wants you to leave him alone.

All you can do is more harm.

Yeah, the guy who raped Jimmy? We caught him.

You get payback for one kid.

What difference does that make?

Well, I like to think it'd make a difference to his parents.

What was your name again?

- Nick Barron. - Nick.

SUAREZ: This is Roxanne Dionne. She will be with us from now on.

- I'm up for a drink. - BEATRICE: Really?

All right, I'll go ask the guys.

Oh, let's keep it just the two of us.

More fun that way, right?

All right.

You put a gun to your head.

J.M., you need help.

I want back on that job.

That's not up to me.

You've been through shit.

We're not like the others, Audrey.

No, we're not.

My man.

I don't want your money. I want you to go.

- Just pour me a drink. - MAN: Don't pour him a drink.

WOMAN: We will comprehend the word "serenity,"

and we will know peace,

no matter how far down the scale we have gone.

[Camera shutter clicks]

LAPOINTE: The guy we were watching disappeared today.

As far as we can tell, you were the last to see him.

So... anything you forgot to put in your report?

No.

The drugs you took?

Yeah, and they killed him for it.

NICK: There's a fucking gang war going on.

Christ. Let's go.

[Door opens]

[Indistinct conversations]

I'd just like to say thank you.

Thank you.

WOMAN ON P.A.: Paging Dr. Daniels.

And you. You got my number.

You can call me anytime.

Thanks for the sponge bath, ladies.

Or should I say, "You're welcome"?

'Cause I am out of here.

[Whistles]

[Thunder crashes]

[Whistles]

[Spits]

I guess I should get going, or we're not gonna have keys.

Ah, we'll break in, then.

Thanks for doing this, sir.

Oh, hey. Every squad should have some kind of a blowout.

I mean, why should 19 be different?

Yeah, we used to have ours at Sergeant Houle's.

Anyway, just keep them in line till end of shift.

Which apparently will be over before you go.

Come on!

[Vehicle beeping, horn honks]

AUDREY: Oh! Fucking traffic!

ROXANNE: Gonna be hard getting out of town.

We should take the 13.

No, then we gotta go and take the 640.

We just... We better just take the 15.

Never take the 15!

Ah, they'll both be parking lots.

DISPATCHER: 19-7, report of a traffic light out.

Ste-Urbain near Pine.

Come on, it's end of shift!

19-7. Sorry. Can't take it.

We're still finishing off that noise complaint.

DISPATCHER: Copy that, 19-7.

AUDREY: Nicely done.

Thanks.

[Breathes deeply] And we're free!

Whoo!

That's not right.

What uniform drives an unmarked car?

AUDREY: Shit.

[Engine shuts off, vehicle doors open]

What's going on here?

MAN: Uh, speeding. I got it.

AUDREY: Really? Where are you from?

57.

ROXANNE: You're under arrest.

- AUDREY: Nice try, asshole. - The gun!

It's a pellet gun, it's a pellet gun!

[Handcuffs click]

What's going on?

Just stay in the car, madam.

[Sighs] It's a pellet gun.

Nice Halloween costume.

Bitch.

19-7. We have a cop impersonator.

BEATRICE: Oh, shit. Bring him downtown.

- You're arresting him? - AUDREY: Yeah.

He's not a real police officer, madam.

What are you talking about?

He's a fake. He's just pretending.

So I'm gonna need you to come to the station

and make a statement, okay?

- WOMAN: Yeah, okay. - Thank you.

- [Vehicle doors close] - Oh, fucking wannabes.

We had two of these pricks back in 14.

They just fine them, then kick 'em back out again.

It's bullshit.

Asshole.

You're fucking pathetic.

How we getting there?

13.

Up off Laval, take the old 148 to Lachute.

13's cut off at the bottom.

- I'll take Côte-de-Liesse. - [Ringtone plays]

Just want to get out of town.

Ben Chartier.

All right. I'll, uh... I'll...

Can I ask what this is about?

Briefcases want to see me.

Well, that's not good.

You didn't look in the database?

Nothing. Didn't touch it.

If they had something, they'd come after you with cuffs.

Just keep playing dumb, right? They can't touch you.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's what I'm good at.

[Siren wailing]

WOMAN: Copy, 19-2.

[Birds chirping]

Oh! Nice digs, Sarge!

- How's the water? - Cold.

TYLER: More importantly, where that barbecue at?

Out back.

- You good? - RICHARD: Yeah.

SUAREZ: Oh! I got it.

- Hey. You'll get through it. - Yep.

NICK: Look at me. Look at me!

Just don't give 'em anything, all right?

Tell them whatever you told the detective.

Whatever's coming isn't coming till Monday.

- Take the weekend. - [Scoffs]

- NICK: All right? - [Horn honks]

Come on.

- BEATRICE: Hey! - AUDREY: Hey, hey!

Hey, hey! Ladies!

BEATRICE: Yes.

AUDREY: [Sighs]

NICK: We gonna do it up this weekend, or what?

- ROXANNE: Ooh! - BEATRICE: Mm-hmm.

NICK: What can I help you ladies with?

AUDREY: Uh, you can grab the beer.

I can take the beer. No problem.

- [Jazz music plays] - BEATRICE: Look at the view!

NICK: We are not in the city anymore.

ROXANNE: Ooh-whee!

Wow.

Welcome, welcome.

Ladies, you're upstairs.

Gents, you're over here.

- NICK: Who gets the couch? - I'll take it.

Only an idiot falls asleep at a squad weekender anyway.

This place is so nice!

Hey, you need help?

TYLER: Oh, yeah. I got jobs for everybody!

Corn to husk, taters to peel,

and peppers that gotta be sliced.

NICK: Wait, wait, wait, wait. We gotta peel all those?

Yes, sir.

NICK: You know, baked potatoes are a lot better for you, Tyler.

Do me a favor, Nick. See this?

- Stay out of my kitchen. - NICK: Oh. You got it!

TYLER: [Laughs]

AUDREY: Hey, how come no one's drinking?

What's wrong with you people?

SUAREZ: Plenty in the fridge.

- Everything out of the car? - TYLER: Nah, we good.

- Just grabbing beer. - Mm-hmm.

Hm.

Beer?

Yeah. Yeah. Thanks.

AUDREY: Cheers.

Do you have another peeler?

Only one I saw.

Hm, lucky you.

- [Water spraying] - [Gasps] Fuck!

- You son of a bitch! - BEATRICE: Rich!

- You little shit! - Where did he go?!

- AUDREY: Over here! - Dulac!

Is there another soaker? Let's do this!

- No, no, no, I'll stay. - Come on!

- Go. Go get 'em. - Hey, okay.

- Can someone give me a gun? - AUDREY: I got to peel!

- BEATRICE: Dulac! Dulac! - ROXANNE: Oh! Really?!

- Aah! Aah! - NICK: Ha ha!

- Come on! - BEATRICE: You little...

[Indistinct shouting]

NICK: Ha ha!

- Ah! - [Woman screams]

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Baby ♪

[Laughs] Goddamn.

How much corn can a lesbian shuck?

[Scoffs] You are hilarious.

I aim to please.

- NICK: Your type? - BEATRICE: Roxy?

Nah.

What? She's...

She's... Oh, she's totally, yes, my type! Yes, okay?

We went out on a date, we had a great time, and...

I chickened out, okay?

- She hasn't texted me since. - Don't.

- Don't what? - Don't do that.

Nick. What?!

What you always do.

- Nothing. - [Sighs]

Now grow some balls and go get what you want, girl!

I plan to fix it.

- Oh, yeah? - Mm-hmm.

NICK: And by "fix it," you mean...

release the dragon.

Okay.

She is going down this weekend.

Oh, okay.

- Bear? - What?

NICK: Don't drink too much, now. You know how you get.

[Laughing] I am a fantastic drunk!

- NICK: Yeah, fantastic! - [Laughs]

♪ Oh-oh, baby ♪

- Dickie! - RICHARD: Yep?

Man the grill. I'm tired.

- RICHARD: [Sighs] - TYLER: [Sighs]

- Okay. - Whew!

[Sizzling]

Oh, you gotta turn the heat up, Big Dog!

Oh, man, Nick, would you tell this man

that ribs are meant to be cooked slow and low?

Slow and low, baby boy!

- Come on, man! - Come on, now!

Tyler is the barbecue king.

That's right. Don't you forget it.

- The king? - Yeah!

- Then let the king do it! - No, no, no.

The rookie's gotta man the grill.

- I'm not a rookie. - Yeah, you are!

You low man on this totem pole.

Shit, you lucky J.M. ain't here to kabob your ass.

Yeah. Yeah, he already did that.

- Ha! - TYLER: That's true.

[Laughs] Ahh!

Whew!

[Breathes deeply]

What's gonna happen to him?

TYLER: I don't know.

I really don't know.

Where my marinade? Where my marinade at?

Oh, the cooler.

This man actually put my marinade in the cooler!

- Unbelievable. - NICK: You know, Dickie,

you can get locked up for that in some states.

You know that, right?

RICHARD: You gotta preserve it!

NICK: That's a rookie move.

Oh, man.

- I'm... I'm not needed. - Hm!

Goddamn rookie.

I gotta do everything around here.

♪ Got a girl who's 20 kinds of pretty ♪

♪ And that girl can go all night and day ♪

♪ I got to know just what she sees ♪

ROXANNE: If it works, it is.

[Indistinct conversation]

Well, unless I'm in trouble, we can have some.

ROXANNE: [Laughs]

BEN: Hey. Let me help.

You're too late. I'm done.

You got one too many.

It's not a big deal.

- [Silverware clinking] - Forgot something in the car.

Goddamn rookie brought penicillin, man!

- Look at this moldy shit! - I'll go get some.

- Can you take this? - Yeah.

All right. Anybody need anything? Darts?

- Uh, I didn't see a dartboard. - NICK: [Laughs]

- Smokes, Sarge. - I'm good.

- TYLER: And get the top loaders. - Yeah.

AUDREY: Where you going?

- Bun mission. - Coming with.

RICHARD: Uh, what are you doing?

- Making a fire. - Is it cabin or tepee?

It's a fire.

Didn't you ever go camping?

No, my mom wasn't big on vacationing homeless.

- RICHARD: [Chuckles] - What is that?

You planning on living in that after, or what?

It does look good, doesn't it? [Chuckles]

[Chuckles]

Did you bring any drugs?

Maybe Nick has bud.

[Sighs]

So, you grew up around here.

- Mm-hmm. - Jesus.

I thought Shawinigan was small.

Local girls must have been all over you, huh?

"Oh, Ben, please, take me on a nature walk

and show me your wood!"

Mm-hmm. That's exactly how it went down, actually.

- How did you know? - I just guessed. [Chuckles]

- [Laughs] - All right.

- What? - BEN: All right.

What, you can't handle my buns?

I'm getting some good buns on you right now.

[Engine shuts off]

You doing this?

- [Horn honks] - Oh, fuck!

[Laughs]

Come on. Get yours.

[Grunts]

[Breathes deeply]

Together: [Chanting] Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!

Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!

Ha ha ha! Who we got next?

- I'm in! - TYLER: Ah!

NICK: Hey, T, I don't think you should be the bartender.

- Nah, I'm a pro, bro! - Yeah, that's my point.

- Come on. - No, I'm good. I'm good.

- Come on. - It's all good, man.

I'm the bartender.

- Light this up! - BEN: Everybody ready for this?

- AUDREY: Yes! - NICK: Light it up!

- WOMAN: Whoo! - TYLER: Blow this party up!

- NICK: Light it up, partner! - TYLER: Whoo-hoo!

BEATRICE: Come on. Wave what you got.

- MAN: Yeah! - MAN #2: Whoo!

- WOMAN #2: Wow. - WOMAN #3: Ooh!

- MAN #3: Oh! - [Group cheering]

ROXANNE: Oh!

[Group cheering]

- MAN: Whoo! - MAN #2: Yeah!

Yeah!

[Cheers and applause]

Whoo!

WOMAN: Whoo!

[Cheers and applause]

- MAN: Bravo! - Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

Yeah!

Nice one, pal.

Always liked fireworks.

Yeah, me too.

You know, it's good to see the wild Chartier

in his natural habitat.

Well, maybe there's someplace for you out there, too.

Hm. Yeah.

- [Laughter, applause] - All right.

Who's up for deathshoes?

Come on, Dulac! You look athletic!

RICHARD: What's deathshoes?

Same as regular horseshoes,

except you stand barefoot in the box.

You step out, other guy gets two points.

No way. I like my feet.

That's right. Keep those fungi flippers covered.

Ain't nobody trying to see that.

Fuck off, Tyler.

BEN: This your guy right here, Sarge!

- He's got you! - All right, I've got a victim.

- Let's go! - NICK: I got it.

Here, Bear. Hold that for me.

- BEATRICE: Got it. - Ah! What do I do?

- SUAREZ: Take these. - NICK: Uh-huh.

SUAREZ: Shoes off. Make a little square.

NICK: Shoes off?!

- Beer? - Hey, thanks.

[Indistinct conversations]

The big dog, right?

Tyler Joseph.

Thinks he knows it all.

He's a career patroller.

I gotta swallow his bullshit every day...

- All right, all right. - NICK: All right, all right!

- Ha ha. - Look at him!

One for you and another one for you!

- [Squeals] - [Laughs]

That's a man that's gonna drink again.

He's a fuckup waiting to happen.

The fuck are you talk... You think you're better than him?

Tyler's the most loyal guy I know.

He's a good partner. You get that?

You wanna make detective, you need guys like Tyler

on your side.

The path you're going down now,

with that shit, you won't live long enough.

WOMAN: Good try! Yeah!

SUAREZ: Here we go.

Aah! Aah!

- Damn it! - AUDREY: Ow!

Hey, Sarge, you need a beer?

Yes!

Nick, you want a beer for that foot?

NICK: You're damn right I do!

SUAREZ: All right, who's next?

- [Indistinct conversations] - Come on!

[Conversations continue]

Dulac.

Come check this out.

Have a look.

Don't see stars like that in the city, huh?

I used to have an okay telescope.

Make out the moon craters.

Me too.

My dad bought it for me.

Thought I'd be an engineer

or work on the space arm or something.

What happened?

- Shit at school. - [Chuckles]

My dad expected I'd be a cop.

Then you haven't disappointed him.

Not yet.

NICK: Chartsy! There you are.

- Hey, thank you, sir! - You got it, pal!

You were right, man. We needed this.

Yeah, without a doubt.

Times with great friends, right?

BEATRICE: Whoa!

Oh, shit.

- Bear! - What's going on?

- Mmm! - Whoa!

No, no, no, no. Come on. Come on, Bear.

Oh! That is strong!

Yes, it is strong!

- No. - [Scoffs]

- Double banger. - You know what?

I think it's time you switch over to water.

- What do you think, huh? - I love you guys.

- Mm-hmm. - We love you, too, Bear.

Watch my balls.

Whoa, whoa. Bear? Bear? Bear!

Do... [Sighs]

- BEATRICE: Hey. - Hey.

Roxy?

Come on.

You and me. Come on!

ROXANNE: [Sighs]

How about we stay here with everyone?

Nobody's gonna notice!

I'm the new girl.

Everyone's gonna notice.

Oh.

Hey, that's mine.

- I'm sorry. - [Chuckles]

I'm sorry. Here.

I'm gonna go get another one.

- Refill? - Yeah, man!

You know I got you guys covered.

- Yeah, you always do. - Same deal?

- Same deal. - TYLER: All right.

BEN: Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Slow down, Bear.

[Sighs]

Well, this is it, huh?

All right, Tyler Joseph.

Last call.

[Breathes deeply]

Bring it home, baby.

[Liquid pouring]

Yeah, you can do it.

[Bottle thuds]

Here.

I don't like the taste of water.

[Both laugh]

[Sighs] I'm too old for this shit.

I wanna go to bed.

Yeah.

Near-beer.

Chartier brought some real good Irish whiskey.

No, no, thanks.

MAN: Whoo-hoo!

You're either their drinking buddy or their sergeant.

You can't be both.

[Groans]

BEATRICE: Hey, where you been?

AUDREY: Hey! [Laughs]

What happened?

Did the new girl shut you down?

[Both laugh]

Screw her, Bear.

- Come do shots with me. - Nope.

You're gonna stay right here with me.

- Come on. - No. Come. Let's go.

- Hey. Are you okay? - Yeah, yeah, yeah!

- I'm fine. I'm having a drink. - Are you avoiding me?

That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!

You haven't talked to me in a while.

I am worried about you.

First there was all that stuff with the kid,

and now all this shit with J.M...

Audrey, are you okay?

For Christ's sakes, Bear. Come on.

You don't want to end up like J.M.

What about J.M.?

Tell her she needs to talk to us!

What's up? Talk to us.

Fine. You wanna fucking talk?

You wanna fucking talk? Then let's talk.

Hey! Hey, shut the fuck up, everyone.

I've got something to say!

Did you go see J.M., Bear?

Tyler?

Ben?

I was gonna go yesterday.

AUDREY: He's been in the hospital for almost three weeks,

and none of you took the goddamn time to go see him.

It's 'cause it's J.M., Audrey.

AUDREY: He's a cop, Nick!

It could have been any of us.

He tried to kill himself,

and you can't even fucking show your face?

That's bullshit!

And he's gonna try again.

Because he wants to die.

What is wrong with you people?

Don't you fucking feel anything?!

Yeah, you're a bunch of cowards.

I hope no one visits you.

[Breathing heavily]

[Slow clapping]

There you are.

Well, that was stupid.

That wasn't the place for that.

But I'm right, though.

This shit is right in front of our faces,

and we won't even look at it.

The guy's a prick, but I don't want him dead.

Ben, I feel like...

I feel like I'm the only one that's keeping him alive...

and he's gonna die and it'll be all on me.

And I just... I...

I can't do that.

The guy is poison, and you need to stay the fuck away from him.

I pulled him off his wife.

I was there.

He would have killed her.

You don't owe him shit.

Did this to himself.

[Geese honking]

NICK: It's beautiful here.

BEN: Best time of year.

I miss her so much.

I'm fucked up.

I fucked up, Nick. I gotta...

I gotta... I gotta make it right.

- You can't make it right, Ben. - I gotta come clean.

No, no. That's bullshit.

- You made your choice. - Can't live with it.

- Yeah, but you're gonna have to. - I can't.

I gotta come clean, Nick.

I'm gonna.

NICK: [Sighs]

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

[Breathes deeply]

Comin' through, boys!

Ahhh!

NICK: Ha ha!

[Clapping]

- Whoo! - Jesus, Sarge!

I can help you clean up.

[Chuckles] I ain't cleaning shit.

What about the security deposit?

They were dumb enough to rent their cottage to cops.

[Chuckles]

Wake up, Dulac. We gotta shift.

I'm up.

How you doin', rook?

Just need a Red Bull.

You assholes!

[Both laugh]

Only a rookie would sleep with a squad weekender.

[Laughs]

Sucker.

WOMAN ON P.A.: Attention, all officers.

Report to room 5-1-5 for a general meeting.

MAN: 13-12. Did my message get through?

WOMAN: Yes. 1201 Millette.

SUAREZ: All right. Let's settle down, everyone.

I know we all had a good time up north, but it's back to work.

As usual, Sherbrooke is a shit-show with traffic.

I'm gonna need a couple of duos working the buttons.

MAN: Just like that.

'Sup, rookie? Want a cook?

Right here. Made it myself. Gluten-free.

[Laughs] My man.

I never figured you were the Betty "Cracker" type.

J.M.: [Chuckles]

So, how long till you come... back?

Soon as they let me.

Hi, Nick. Bye, Nick.

You look good, but these taste like shit, man.

I feel good. I feel good.

- Thank you. - J.M.

Good to see you.

Always, Bear.

What are you doin'?

- Just saying hello to my peeps. - You shouldn't be here.

Well, I'm coming back, Chartier.

You're a fuckup, J.M.

Nobody wants you here.

That's not true.

Well, guess you better hit the road.

J.M.'s not right in the head.

The department won't let him back.

- Will they? - WOMAN: 19.

- Shh, shh. - WOMAN: There's a traffic light

out at Wellington and Charlevoix.

I love that woman.

[Engine starts]

- [Gunshot] - OFFICER: Aah!

[Screaming, machine-gun fire]

MAN: Oh, gun, gun!

- [Machine-gun fire, screaming] - SUAREZ: He's in the station!

- WOMAN: Shooter! - MAN #2: Right!

WOMAN: Shooter! Get down!

- WOMAN #2: Somebody help me! - [Machine-gun fire]

[Man screams]

DISPATCHER: Station 19. We have an active shooter.

WOMAN: 888, report of gunshots at Station 19.

Hey, fucker!

[Wheezes]

DISPATCHER: All units, stand by for 10-19.

- What the fuck?! - We have an 888 in Station 19.

- NICK: 19? - DISPATCHER: Suspect fled

Station 19 on foot, heading west on Wellington.

Male, 5'8", Caucasian.

Brown hair, clean-shaven.

He's dressed as a cop. Repeat... dressed as a cop.

Carrying an assault weapon.

Assigning additional units to start box search.

19, Sergeant Suarez. Do you copy?

Sergeant Suarez?

Sergeant Suarez was in the station.

This is 19-21. I'll coordinate the box search.

DISPATCHER: Copy that.

Incoming units, check with 19-21.

OFFICER: 19-12. At Wellington and Bridge.

BEATRICE: All available units, form a perimeter.

19-7, you take William.

- Copy. - [Tires screeching]

- Come on. - BEATRICE: 19-5, take Shannon.

- OFFICER: Copy. - BEATRICE: 19-4, Ottawa.

OFFICER #2:19-9. Heading down.

- 19-2, Peel. - BEN: Copy that.

DISPATCHER: Suspect heading west on Brennan, corner Nazareth.

- NICK: 19-2. We're on Brennan. - OFFICER: 19-38. En route.

BEN: 19-2. We got eyes on the suspect.

He's heading north into a construction site.

- You fucker! - BEATRICE: Get after him.

This guy does not get away.

[Siren wailing]

19-2. Suspect's heading north into a construction site.

We've got eyes on him.

- BEATRICE: 19-4, back up 19-2. - Good?

TYLER: Copy that.

- Drop it! - NICK: Drop your weapon!

- I said, "Drop your weapon"! - Drop your weapon!

- Drop it! Drop it! - No, no, no! Stop, stop!

Cops, they're both cops. Drop your weapons.

Put 'em down.

What the fuck are we doing here?

19-2. It was a false sighting. Solo officer.

Repeat... It's a solo officer.

No solos inside the perimeter.

DISPATCHER: Repeat... sergeant's orders.

Everyone pair up.

Fuck! Where is he?!

Slow down. I'm missing shit.

19-4, check in.

19-4. No visual.

Okay. Head south on Ann.

- 19-7. - 19-7. Negative.

Take Dalhousie.

[Machine-gun fire]

Fuck!

[Machine-gun fire, glass shatters]

19-21. I'm taking fire.

DISPATCHER: Officer under fire. What's your location?

Shit.

Fuck!

DISPATCHER: Where is he, 19-21?

19-21, do you copy?

Suspect is in an underpass on St. Maurice

between Nazareth and Inspecteur.

[Machine-gun fire]

DISPATCHER: St. Maurice between Nazareth and Inspecteur.

Hey, fucker, you missed me!

[Machine-gun fire]

I got him firing on me. Come in from the east.

Get behind this cunt.

TYLER: 19-4, coming in. We got you, Bear.

[Machine-gun fire]

[Breathing deeply] Hey.

BEN: There's Bear. There's Bear.

I'm still here!

[Machine-gun fire]

[Machine-gun fire]

Shit. [Breathes deeply]

[Breathes deeply]

[Gunshot]

BEN: I see Tyler. Hold on.

Go! Go! You go.

You motherfucker.

Drop your weapon!

Oh. [Sighs]

19-2. The threat's been neutralized.

GENDRON: This is Commander Gendron.

Hold the perimeter. Hold your positions.

- BEN: Bear! Bear! - I'm good!

[Siren wailing]

Bear!

- Are you okay?! - BEATRICE: I'm good.

- Look at me! - I'm good.

GENDRON: 19. All units check in with me.

19-21.

19-7.

Holy shit.

19-2.

[Sighs]

DISPATCHER: Unit 19-31, please report to officer in charge.

Come on, bro. We good. Let's go.

19-4. We good.

It's gonna be all right.

OFFICER: 19-9. Holding at St-Antoine.

OFFICER #2:37-8. We're at Wellington.

DISPATCHER: Copy that, 37-8.

Check in at the command post before...

DISPATCHER #2:19-39, can we have a confirmation on that?

OFFICER #3:37-4 checking in.

Should we head back to post?

OFFICER #4:19-38 to base.

[Police radio chatter]

- WOMAN: 10-4. - [Siren wailing]

- WOMAN #2:12-25. - [Indistinct shouting]

Sorry. No one goes inside.

Suarez?

I don't know what's going on, bro.

GENDRON: Yes, okay, I understand.

I know. Thank you.

Yeah. Thank you.

The station is a crime scene. No one goes in.

If you haven't given your statement already,

you can do it downtown tomorrow.

It's been a long enough day already.

Command center's over there if you want to turn in your belts.

- BEN: So, what happened? - [Sighs]

Shooter wanted to be a cop.

He applied to the academy.

A few times.

You'll know more as we do.

How many casualties?

GENDRON: Four officers sustained injuries.

I just got an update from the hospital.

Sergeant Suarez is in surgery.

And, um...

Officer Jean-Marc Brouillard died engaging the shooter.

As you know, you shouldn't discuss any of this

until you've given your statements.

Did a great job out there today.

I'm proud of all of you.

TYLER: Fuck regulations. Y'all going to Marie's?

I'm going home.

I got a meeting I could go to.

Audrey's right.

It's time to go home.

BEN: I'll take your belt. I'll hand in your belt.

Thanks, man.

[Crying]

I heard.

It was all over the news.

You okay?

I don't know.

I don't know.