19-2 (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 10 - Episode #1.10 - full transcript
BEN: Previously on "19-2"...
- What the hell happened?
- The place was booby-trapped.
The guys inside
started shooting.
We got cops down.
I don't do monogamous
relationships.
- NICK: Why didn't you tell me?
- It's not even your business.
- I work with the guy!
- We were gonna tell you.
[Grunting]
I love you.
I love you, too.
AUDREY: Liar.
- She's my wife.
- You're an asshole.
ISABELLE: Let me
tell you what happened.
Audrey's alive. She's a fighter.
Let's stay focused.
HOULE: She should
not have been riding solo.
She's a fucking mess.
[Thud, laughter]
Another notch in
your belt, huh, Nick?
[Ventilator pumping]
Who's next?
You said this was a
boring neighborhood.
AMELIE: Uh-huh.
- It's not.
- AMELIE: How so?
There's two kids... casing
B&E's right down there.
There's lots of stuff
going on around here.
There's a booze can
letting out right down there.
AMELIE: Oh. That's a rave.
BEN: Right.
[Horn honks]
You see this guy down
here on his cellphone?
- Yeah.
- About a minute from now,
he'll be shooting up
in the alley right there.
AMELIE: How do you know that?
'Cause he's not the first
customer this morning.
Uh-oh.
There he goes.
Well, you're not as
dumb as you look.
Oh, yeah?
Well, how dumb do I look?
[Laughs]
Show me more.
WOMAN ON P.A.: Dr. London
to the ER. Dr. London.
Mm!
For the backsplash.
NICK: Hmm... perfect.
[Chuckles] You hate it.
- Only in my kitchen.
- AUDREY: You know what?
It's actually a good thing
we can't live together.
How would we decorate?
NICK: And what makes you
think we can't live together?
All right.
Keeping your
options open. I get it.
Hey, that's over.
Is it?
I told you.
I choose you.
[Monitor beeping,
ventilator pumping]
[Sighs]
[Siren wailing]
WOMAN: Copy, 19-2.
They're keeping her in a coma.
OFFICER: 34-6, we're
coming up to De Lorimier.
BEN: For how long?
Well, at least she's stable.
Yeah, stable in a coma. Great.
DISPATCHER: In 19, we
have a domestic dispute
at 1532 Prince Louis Boulevard.
19-2. We're on it.
[Voice breaking] You
don't think that I understand!
You don't think that I get it!
BEN: Sir, calm down.
Richard, this isn't
about you, okay?
- It's about him.
- He's done with me!
He's gonna kick me out! He's
brought home another lover!
- He is not my lover!
- RICHARD: You're a liar!
You think that I don't know!
All right! That's enough!
Both of you, shut up!
- I'll go.
- RICHARD: Good!
- Go!
- Don't you dare, Bruno!
NICK: All right,
stop! I said, shut up!
Now, sit down, all of you.
BEN: You guys like to
keep us coming back here.
What's the problem this time?
- He is.
- That is so unfair.
Bruno is my ex-lover and
he's homeless and I told him
that he could stay with us
till he gets his feet under him.
NICK: Is this your place?
It's my name on the lease.
Then he decides who stays.
This is my home.
I am not trying to replace you.
BEN: You need to smarten up.
You can't have the
cops being called
every time you have an argument.
Now, can we handle
this like adults?
- Of course.
- Good. Then, do it.
Hurry up.
GERMAIN: It's only
for a couple of days.
I don't believe you.
Richard...
I love you, okay?
I am trying to help a friend.
Can't you accept that?
Forget it.
- I'll find somewhere...
- No, no.
You can stay. I'm sorry.
For a few days.
GERMAIN: You
see, Bruno? It's fine.
I promise that we will keep
our voices down from now on.
NICK: If we have to come
back, we're laying charges.
Play nice.
Thank you.
DISPATCHER: The accident
happened in SQ jurisdiction.
Can you advise them and let
me know as soon as you're clear?
OFFICER: 44, that's a negative.
We're gonna have
to get a statement.
[Horn honks]
Is there any chance of
putting a solo on that?
DISPATCHER: I don't have
any solos. Don't worry about it.
Brake.
Brake! Tyler, brake!
[Tires screech]
- You guys okay?
- Yeah.
- You sure?
- Yeah.
Okay. You guys can go home.
- Okay, thank you.
- It's okay.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Give me the keys.
Give me the Goddamn keys!
[Keys jingle]
You son of a bitch.
You think they'll
make it as a couple?
Weekly noise complaints
aren't the most promising sign.
Yeah, but they care,
though. You can see it.
Okay, copy that.
Well, it's not always enough.
How do you feel
about Amélie's thing?
BEN: What thing?
Open relationships.
Are we talking about this now?
I guess we are.
OFFICER: 32-12. Did
my message get through?
I'm cool with it.
DISPATCHER: Yes.
It's 1201 Ouellette.
You're cool with her
having a boyfriend?
Everything's out in the
open. We're both grown-ups.
NICK: [Scoffs]
Well, you're not exactly
one to judge, are you?
Little bit of
self-loathing there?
In 19, we have a
reported fatality.
1532 Prince Louis Boulevard.
Are you fucking kidding me?!
19-2. We're on it.
- [Siren wails]
- Copy, 19-2.
[Indistinct talking]
OFFICER: Go around
the side and see...
- ISABELLE: Jumper?
- Yeah. Sixth floor.
We were just there.
Domestic disturbance.
ISABELLE: Oh, shit.
No, the disturbance
was between these two.
The guy who jumped just
sat and stared at his feet.
I checked his ID. Outpatient
at the Allan. Depression.
It's gonna look bad
in the reports, Nick.
People jump.
And for Christ's sakes, we
clean up bodies all the time.
RICHARD: What is
happening? Are we under arrest?
We're gonna have to bring
you in to get a statement.
I didn't see what happened.
I heard somebody
screaming outside.
I wanted him out.
This is my fault.
He's never gonna forgive me.
BEN: You don't know that.
I cheat on him. I can't help it.
How is he ever gonna trust me?
Then stop.
[Cellphone rings]
Yeah?
Give me your keys.
Bear.
I need your ride.
What's going on? Is it Audrey?
[Car door opens, closes]
[Engine turns over]
ISABELLE: Where's he going?
[Siren wails]
And what the hell
happened to your car?
Dog ran into the road.
Tyler hit the brakes.
We clipped a fence.
I'll file the paperwork as soon
as we get back to the station.
[Elevator bell dings]
Fall in, guys.
Right away, please.
[Indistinct conversations]
Fall in!
Patrolman Jean Pierre
Harvey died today as a result
of injuries sustained while
on duty at this precinct.
[Indistinct conversations,
mid-tempo music plays]
- Thanks, Marie.
- Thanks, Marie.
Look at him. He's got to
stop. I can't keep carrying him.
Hey, Nick's on leave.
I'm putting you with J.M.
Okay? No more solos.
BEN: Okay.
It could be worse. You
could be stuck with J.M.
J.M.: Listen up! [Whistles]
Come on, listen up!
Nick should really
be saying this.
Whatever. He's not here.
Harvey didn't deserve
to go out the way he did.
But it could've happened
to any one of us.
To Harvey.
ALL: To Harvey!
BEN: Hey, man,
that was good of you,
toasting Harvey like that.
Yeah, well, he's
still a cop, right?
What do you mean?
Well, the guy gets
shot in the head
and everybody starts
to treat him like a saint.
Truth is, he
wasn't. Far from it.
I heard he was a good cop.
That's what I just
said. Now he's a martyr.
Suddenly, everybody forgets
he was a drunken asshole
with a gambling problem.
Jesus Christ, man. He's
not even in the ground yet.
It is what it is.
Hey. You got the keys?
Yeah, I got them.
You know, I've been thinking
about that meth-house shit.
Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
- OFFICER: We'll look into it.
Someone leaked it.
- 14-21. Backup.
- Maybe.
Maybe? Definitely.
Tactical's going
apeshit about it.
Yeah, I bet.
Well, it could be someone
who has a girlfriend in dispatch.
Maybe an office clerk.
Could be.
It could be a cop.
DISPATCHER: At Jean-Talon,
the caller is waiting to
tell you what happened.
[Sighs] What is it?
It's, uh... It's
about the funeral.
When?
There isn't gonna be one.
Harvey's been refused
an official service.
Honors Board ruled that his
death was not directly related
to injuries sustained
while on service.
Are you kidding me? He
died with a bullet in his head.
Nick, it's bullshit.
We know that.
Well, I'll fight it. The
guy's got his rights.
It's a done deal.
Insurance denied the claim.
Our budget's down to the bone.
That's why you put Audrey
on solo, right? Budget?
- No, Nick...
- No, no, no, no, no!
If I'm the one alone in that
car, you think that happens?
I don't.
What the fuck were you
thinking, putting her out there?!
- HOULE: Nick, calm down.
- I asked to go solo!
GENDRON: You're
out of line, Officer!
- Harvey deserves a service!
- And he's not gonna get it!
And do you know why? Because
tainted cops don't get honors!
Tainted? Excuse me?
What are you talking...
Jesus Christ, he had a lien on
his house to a known loan shark.
I'll take care of the funeral.
And if you show up,
I'll throw you out myself.
Jean Pierre Harvey,
he was my partner.
The first time I patrolled
with Harvey, he said...
[Sighs]
[Papers thud]
He went out on
the street every day.
And he ended up like this.
Harvey was a good cop.
- To Harvey.
- ALL: To Harvey.
To Harvey.
AMELIE: Harvey always
looked out for Nick.
He broke Nick's heart,
that's what he did.
The fallen idol.
So they tell me.
AMELIE: Nick loved him, though.
You still want to meet up after?
I don't know. Depends on Nick.
BEN: Of course.
Probably not tonight, though.
Good enough.
NICK: Hey, hey. Don't leave yet.
ISABELLE: I have to.
All right, well...
I'll come by later.
That's not gonna work.
I need my family, Izzy.
I can't be your family, Nick.
Look, we'll talk when things
are more settled, okay?
Oh, yeah. When's that?
It's not tonight.
You're in no shape.
Go home.
And stop drinking.
[Door opens]
AMELIE: This is exactly why
I'm not doing the marriage thing.
[Sighs]
You still pissed at me?
Forget it.
Oh, come on, Nick.
We've all got secrets.
You don't tell me that J.M.
beats the shit out of Justine,
and I pretend like I don't know.
So I'm dating your partner.
Why didn't you just tell me?
- Because I was afraid to.
- Why?!
You don't have to
be scared of me.
I'm... I'm not.
I'm sorry. I'm not.
NICK: Yeah, okay.
Um...
I, uh... I got to go.
Please.
I've got to go.
- I'm not on the list.
- GENDRON: I know.
I know. You, uh...
You have to be patient.
What's going on? Is it
because I'm not Major Crimes?
It's politics, Isabelle.
Tell me.
It's because of Nick.
I asked around.
There's an investigation.
I don't know the details.
It's a provincial file.
Montreal Police aren't involved.
A file on Nick?
I told you, I don't know the
details, but he is involved.
He is your husband, and no
one is going to approve you
for lieutenant until
that's all wrapped up.
Nick's a good cop.
It's the machine.
There's nothing you
can do. I'm sorry, Isabelle.
I... I did everything I could.
I'm sorry.
Please.
Patience.
Hey, Nick.
I just want to say you got
some serious balls, man.
Yeah, you know,
Audrey's in a coma,
and you're still
horndogging your ex-wife.
That's low, man. Even for me.
OFFICER: 28-9. Copy that.
Did I ever tell you that
SQ came to see me
asking questions about
Nick after Harvey got shot?
So, you tell me, how
do you feel about that?
Don't start about
Nick. You know what?
You and me don't talk
about him at all, all right?
DISPATCHER: In 19, we
have a lobster tank spilled
outside a fish market
on Rachel East.
OFFICER: 19-6. We got it.
Ooh! We dodged that one, huh?
[Laughs]
- [Explosion]
- Oh!
Shit! Fuck!
Where did it come from? Shit!
BEN: How the hell
do I get down there?
I don't know, man! Rip
a U-ey. Rip a U-ey now.
[Siren wailing]
19-2. We have an explosion.
- BEN: De la Commune.
- De la Commune and Prince.
[Wailing continues]
[Car alarm blaring]
DISPATCHER: 19-2, how
close are you to the scene?
19-2 confirming a car on fire
down the off-ramp at de
la Commune and Prince.
19-2, fire and paramedics
are en route. Stand by.
[Indistinct conversations]
[Car door closes]
MALLOY: Thank you.
They'll be scraping that guy
out of there with a spatula.
- Well, at least he went quick.
- J.M.: I'll give you that.
MALLOY: Hey!
- You Chartier?
- That's right.
SQ. We're taking over the scene.
I'm gonna have to have
that from my superior, sir.
You will.
What is that about?
Hey, man, how you
doing? Ben Chartier.
I was in green for eight
years up in Morin-Heights.
Yeah? I never worked
the Laurentians.
What's up?
OFFICER: C.I. got whacked.
- Yours or ours?
- Yours.
MALLOY: [Whistles] Over here!
[Ringtone plays]
Hello?
May I ask why, sir?
Understood.
We're done.
[Scoffs] Bigwigs.
[Ringtone plays]
Yes.
Contact him.
Thank you.
[Cellphone beeps]
GENDRON: Chartier.
There's some people at the
SQ that want to talk to you.
8:00 tonight. And
keep it to yourself.
You want to tell me
what this is about?
I'm hoping you'll tell me.
Catherine?
What's going on?
Is everything okay?
I want to be here with you.
I made a mistake. I'm so sorry.
I want to make it right.
Just like that?
[Exhales sharply]
[Sniffles]
Do you want me here?
BEN: Of course I do.
[Knock on door]
[Door closes]
- NICK: Where's Theo?
- He's out.
I want to talk to
him. Both of you.
ISABELLE: It's too late tonight.
Bullshit!
What is this, huh?
I mean, what kind of rules
are you setting for the kid?
Nick, you run your house
the way you want to,
- and I'll run...
- This is my house!
[Sighs]
Look, Theo needs a father.
We need to be a family.
The other night
was a start, Izzy.
No. It was a mistake.
NICK: This whole
thing is a mistake.
I need to come home.
I want a divorce.
[Sighs]
The papers are ready.
I got them last week.
You mean right before
you slept with me?
It should never have happened.
I don't know what I was doing.
No, you don't know
what you're doing.
But I know what
you need to be doing.
- This is not the day to do this.
- No, no, no!
You don't just say something
like that and walk away!
You want a divorce?
You want a divorce?
- My answer is no.
- It's not up to you, Nick!
It's not up to me.
This... [slaps wall]
This is mine.
This is my house.
THEO: Dad, stop!
What are you doing?!
You should go home.
Go home, Nick.
So, she's there right now?
BEN: Yep.
You just walked out
and you left her there?
Well, she's used
to being left alone.
- Yeah, so you think.
- Yeah, I do.
Does she know about me?
No.
Will she?
I don't know.
I guess dreams really
do come true, huh?
It's what you wanted, isn't it?
[Scoffs]
Yeah. People don't change.
We already established that
you're not the type who cheats,
so...
you are a one-woman man.
Thanks for not
stringing me along.
Just like that?
Yeah.
[Engine turns over]
[Ringtone plays]
Ben Chartier.
Dan Malloy.
- Nice to see you again.
- Yeah, likewise.
Would you mind giving
me one second here?
Go ahead.
Thank you.
Hello?
AMELIE: Hey, it's me.
Hi.
AMELIE: Sorry to bother you.
Um, I'm at Nick's.
He's not here.
[Sighs] I talked to Isabelle.
She said he's pretty cracked up.
Did you talk to him?
No, he left his phone here.
Um...
I don't know. I called Marie's.
Um...
Maybe you could
look for him. Please.
Maybe try the cottage or...
I got to stay here.
BEN: Of course.
Okay. Thanks.
Is everything all right?
I'm really sorry.
I've got to take off.
Do you mind if we
do this tomorrow?
- Yeah, it's okay.
- Thanks.
I'll see you then.
Nick?
NICK: [Sniffles]
Nick?
- [Gun cocks]
- Don't...
Theo.
[Breathes deeply]
I'll just get him hurt, too.
[Breathes deeply]
God!
You don't know
how much I want to.
- Nick? Nick?
- [Breathes deeply]
Please.
Nick.
Don't do it.
Nick, don't do it.
Nick, let go.
Please.
[Sobbing]
[Sighs]
Are you okay?
Yeah.
[Breathes deeply] I'm fine.
[Gasping]
[Monitor beeping]
Hey, nurse!
[Gasping continues]
[Coughs]
- Hi, there.
- AMELIE: Hi.
BEN: What brings you here?
AMELIE: I just came
by to say thank you...
for going to see Nick.
No problem.
You two have met.
[Both chuckle]
Amélie was just
telling me about Nick.
Apparently he's just
some big softy inside.
That's pretty much
how I describe him.
I should go to work.
- I have to get your number.
- Right.
[Footsteps depart]
- What are you doing?
- Nothing.
Relax. I just came
by to say thank you.
I didn't say anything
to her. I like her.
- Here you go.
- Thank you.
Oh. Perfect. It was
so good to meet you.
- You too.
- Take care, hon.
- Bye.
- Bye.
[Door opens]
AMELIE: See you
around. [Smooches]
She likes you.
Well, it's... It's my
partner's sister.
There a story there?
No, she... she has a boyfriend.
CATHERINE: Yeah, she said.
[Both chuckle]
[Knock on door]
Hey, Dad.
NICK: Hey.
MALLOY: Thanks for coming in.
BEN: Yeah, sorry
about last night.
MALLOY: That's no problem.
- GIRARD: This way.
- BEN: Okay.
So, what's this about?
You were at the
meth-house raid, right?
- On the perimeter, yes.
- Mm-hmm.
A lot of talk about that, huh?
Even in the SQ, apparently.
MALLOY: So, what's the chatter?
Um, well, apparently
there's a leak on the force.
Mm-hmm. Well,
that's why you're here.
Anything we say to you
in this room is restricted.
You are not to discuss it
with anyone. Is that clear?
BEN: That's clear.
- We have a mole in 19.
- Bullshit.
GIRARD: Hmm. I wish it was.
You're fishing.
You don't know that.
We've been on this for a
couple of years. We know.
The leak's in 19.
You didn't get posted
there by accident.
I don't understand.
We put you there.
We've had our eye on
you for a little while now.
GIRARD: You never wondered
how your transfer to
Montreal came through so fast?
The shooting went away
pretty quick too, didn't it?
GIRARD: Hmm. What did
you spend, one day at a desk?
It's like an angel
watching over you.
Can we stop with the
runaround, please?
We need a cop that we
can trust to do the right thing.
- You're that guy.
- No.
What do you know about
the guy from the car?
I heard that he was a C.I.
That's a cover story.
He was a cop. Long-term U.C.
Take a look.
GIRARD: He's the one that
tipped us off to the meth house.
Now he's dead.
It's not just a coincidence.
MALLOY: Three dead
cops and counting.
So, what do you want from me?
What do you think?
WOMAN: You're
always complaining...
WOMAN #2: Hope
it's calmer today.
MAN: Did you see the
ride they gave us last night?
MAN: #2: Man, I haven't
had a night like that in a while.
WOMAN #2: You slipped?
MAN #2: You don't have to
put up with these conditions.
WOMAN #1: Okay, go
for it. Wait, I'll back you up.
- MAN #1: You will?
- WOMAN #1: Yeah. Of course.
- MAN #1: Good.
- WOMAN #2: like, seriously...
These are digital
files on everyone in 19.
The access codes
are in the folders.
Our original theory was that
Jean Pierre Harvey was the mole.
The leaks seemed to have
stopped when he got shot.
MALLOY: That's no
longer operational.
Now the most likely
suspect is Nick Barron.
Why?
GIRARD: Well, he's got a
background with known criminals.
- So?
- Service record is a mess.
MALLOY: You must
be realizing by now
that your riding with him
is not an accident, right?
We want you close to him.
So my commander
knows about this?
We told him where to put
you. We didn't tell him why.
Still...
none of this makes Nick dirty.
No.
But somebody is.
This is the evidence that we
used to trace the leak to 19.
Take your time.
Have a look.
You'll see the same thing we do.
[Indistinct conversations]
GIRARD: You got no
choice here, Chartier.
You need to do the right thing.
MAN: Hey, Ben.
[Indistinct conversations]
You ready, Bambi?
- What the hell happened?
- The place was booby-trapped.
The guys inside
started shooting.
We got cops down.
I don't do monogamous
relationships.
- NICK: Why didn't you tell me?
- It's not even your business.
- I work with the guy!
- We were gonna tell you.
[Grunting]
I love you.
I love you, too.
AUDREY: Liar.
- She's my wife.
- You're an asshole.
ISABELLE: Let me
tell you what happened.
Audrey's alive. She's a fighter.
Let's stay focused.
HOULE: She should
not have been riding solo.
She's a fucking mess.
[Thud, laughter]
Another notch in
your belt, huh, Nick?
[Ventilator pumping]
Who's next?
You said this was a
boring neighborhood.
AMELIE: Uh-huh.
- It's not.
- AMELIE: How so?
There's two kids... casing
B&E's right down there.
There's lots of stuff
going on around here.
There's a booze can
letting out right down there.
AMELIE: Oh. That's a rave.
BEN: Right.
[Horn honks]
You see this guy down
here on his cellphone?
- Yeah.
- About a minute from now,
he'll be shooting up
in the alley right there.
AMELIE: How do you know that?
'Cause he's not the first
customer this morning.
Uh-oh.
There he goes.
Well, you're not as
dumb as you look.
Oh, yeah?
Well, how dumb do I look?
[Laughs]
Show me more.
WOMAN ON P.A.: Dr. London
to the ER. Dr. London.
Mm!
For the backsplash.
NICK: Hmm... perfect.
[Chuckles] You hate it.
- Only in my kitchen.
- AUDREY: You know what?
It's actually a good thing
we can't live together.
How would we decorate?
NICK: And what makes you
think we can't live together?
All right.
Keeping your
options open. I get it.
Hey, that's over.
Is it?
I told you.
I choose you.
[Monitor beeping,
ventilator pumping]
[Sighs]
[Siren wailing]
WOMAN: Copy, 19-2.
They're keeping her in a coma.
OFFICER: 34-6, we're
coming up to De Lorimier.
BEN: For how long?
Well, at least she's stable.
Yeah, stable in a coma. Great.
DISPATCHER: In 19, we
have a domestic dispute
at 1532 Prince Louis Boulevard.
19-2. We're on it.
[Voice breaking] You
don't think that I understand!
You don't think that I get it!
BEN: Sir, calm down.
Richard, this isn't
about you, okay?
- It's about him.
- He's done with me!
He's gonna kick me out! He's
brought home another lover!
- He is not my lover!
- RICHARD: You're a liar!
You think that I don't know!
All right! That's enough!
Both of you, shut up!
- I'll go.
- RICHARD: Good!
- Go!
- Don't you dare, Bruno!
NICK: All right,
stop! I said, shut up!
Now, sit down, all of you.
BEN: You guys like to
keep us coming back here.
What's the problem this time?
- He is.
- That is so unfair.
Bruno is my ex-lover and
he's homeless and I told him
that he could stay with us
till he gets his feet under him.
NICK: Is this your place?
It's my name on the lease.
Then he decides who stays.
This is my home.
I am not trying to replace you.
BEN: You need to smarten up.
You can't have the
cops being called
every time you have an argument.
Now, can we handle
this like adults?
- Of course.
- Good. Then, do it.
Hurry up.
GERMAIN: It's only
for a couple of days.
I don't believe you.
Richard...
I love you, okay?
I am trying to help a friend.
Can't you accept that?
Forget it.
- I'll find somewhere...
- No, no.
You can stay. I'm sorry.
For a few days.
GERMAIN: You
see, Bruno? It's fine.
I promise that we will keep
our voices down from now on.
NICK: If we have to come
back, we're laying charges.
Play nice.
Thank you.
DISPATCHER: The accident
happened in SQ jurisdiction.
Can you advise them and let
me know as soon as you're clear?
OFFICER: 44, that's a negative.
We're gonna have
to get a statement.
[Horn honks]
Is there any chance of
putting a solo on that?
DISPATCHER: I don't have
any solos. Don't worry about it.
Brake.
Brake! Tyler, brake!
[Tires screech]
- You guys okay?
- Yeah.
- You sure?
- Yeah.
Okay. You guys can go home.
- Okay, thank you.
- It's okay.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Give me the keys.
Give me the Goddamn keys!
[Keys jingle]
You son of a bitch.
You think they'll
make it as a couple?
Weekly noise complaints
aren't the most promising sign.
Yeah, but they care,
though. You can see it.
Okay, copy that.
Well, it's not always enough.
How do you feel
about Amélie's thing?
BEN: What thing?
Open relationships.
Are we talking about this now?
I guess we are.
OFFICER: 32-12. Did
my message get through?
I'm cool with it.
DISPATCHER: Yes.
It's 1201 Ouellette.
You're cool with her
having a boyfriend?
Everything's out in the
open. We're both grown-ups.
NICK: [Scoffs]
Well, you're not exactly
one to judge, are you?
Little bit of
self-loathing there?
In 19, we have a
reported fatality.
1532 Prince Louis Boulevard.
Are you fucking kidding me?!
19-2. We're on it.
- [Siren wails]
- Copy, 19-2.
[Indistinct talking]
OFFICER: Go around
the side and see...
- ISABELLE: Jumper?
- Yeah. Sixth floor.
We were just there.
Domestic disturbance.
ISABELLE: Oh, shit.
No, the disturbance
was between these two.
The guy who jumped just
sat and stared at his feet.
I checked his ID. Outpatient
at the Allan. Depression.
It's gonna look bad
in the reports, Nick.
People jump.
And for Christ's sakes, we
clean up bodies all the time.
RICHARD: What is
happening? Are we under arrest?
We're gonna have to bring
you in to get a statement.
I didn't see what happened.
I heard somebody
screaming outside.
I wanted him out.
This is my fault.
He's never gonna forgive me.
BEN: You don't know that.
I cheat on him. I can't help it.
How is he ever gonna trust me?
Then stop.
[Cellphone rings]
Yeah?
Give me your keys.
Bear.
I need your ride.
What's going on? Is it Audrey?
[Car door opens, closes]
[Engine turns over]
ISABELLE: Where's he going?
[Siren wails]
And what the hell
happened to your car?
Dog ran into the road.
Tyler hit the brakes.
We clipped a fence.
I'll file the paperwork as soon
as we get back to the station.
[Elevator bell dings]
Fall in, guys.
Right away, please.
[Indistinct conversations]
Fall in!
Patrolman Jean Pierre
Harvey died today as a result
of injuries sustained while
on duty at this precinct.
[Indistinct conversations,
mid-tempo music plays]
- Thanks, Marie.
- Thanks, Marie.
Look at him. He's got to
stop. I can't keep carrying him.
Hey, Nick's on leave.
I'm putting you with J.M.
Okay? No more solos.
BEN: Okay.
It could be worse. You
could be stuck with J.M.
J.M.: Listen up! [Whistles]
Come on, listen up!
Nick should really
be saying this.
Whatever. He's not here.
Harvey didn't deserve
to go out the way he did.
But it could've happened
to any one of us.
To Harvey.
ALL: To Harvey!
BEN: Hey, man,
that was good of you,
toasting Harvey like that.
Yeah, well, he's
still a cop, right?
What do you mean?
Well, the guy gets
shot in the head
and everybody starts
to treat him like a saint.
Truth is, he
wasn't. Far from it.
I heard he was a good cop.
That's what I just
said. Now he's a martyr.
Suddenly, everybody forgets
he was a drunken asshole
with a gambling problem.
Jesus Christ, man. He's
not even in the ground yet.
It is what it is.
Hey. You got the keys?
Yeah, I got them.
You know, I've been thinking
about that meth-house shit.
Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
- OFFICER: We'll look into it.
Someone leaked it.
- 14-21. Backup.
- Maybe.
Maybe? Definitely.
Tactical's going
apeshit about it.
Yeah, I bet.
Well, it could be someone
who has a girlfriend in dispatch.
Maybe an office clerk.
Could be.
It could be a cop.
DISPATCHER: At Jean-Talon,
the caller is waiting to
tell you what happened.
[Sighs] What is it?
It's, uh... It's
about the funeral.
When?
There isn't gonna be one.
Harvey's been refused
an official service.
Honors Board ruled that his
death was not directly related
to injuries sustained
while on service.
Are you kidding me? He
died with a bullet in his head.
Nick, it's bullshit.
We know that.
Well, I'll fight it. The
guy's got his rights.
It's a done deal.
Insurance denied the claim.
Our budget's down to the bone.
That's why you put Audrey
on solo, right? Budget?
- No, Nick...
- No, no, no, no, no!
If I'm the one alone in that
car, you think that happens?
I don't.
What the fuck were you
thinking, putting her out there?!
- HOULE: Nick, calm down.
- I asked to go solo!
GENDRON: You're
out of line, Officer!
- Harvey deserves a service!
- And he's not gonna get it!
And do you know why? Because
tainted cops don't get honors!
Tainted? Excuse me?
What are you talking...
Jesus Christ, he had a lien on
his house to a known loan shark.
I'll take care of the funeral.
And if you show up,
I'll throw you out myself.
Jean Pierre Harvey,
he was my partner.
The first time I patrolled
with Harvey, he said...
[Sighs]
[Papers thud]
He went out on
the street every day.
And he ended up like this.
Harvey was a good cop.
- To Harvey.
- ALL: To Harvey.
To Harvey.
AMELIE: Harvey always
looked out for Nick.
He broke Nick's heart,
that's what he did.
The fallen idol.
So they tell me.
AMELIE: Nick loved him, though.
You still want to meet up after?
I don't know. Depends on Nick.
BEN: Of course.
Probably not tonight, though.
Good enough.
NICK: Hey, hey. Don't leave yet.
ISABELLE: I have to.
All right, well...
I'll come by later.
That's not gonna work.
I need my family, Izzy.
I can't be your family, Nick.
Look, we'll talk when things
are more settled, okay?
Oh, yeah. When's that?
It's not tonight.
You're in no shape.
Go home.
And stop drinking.
[Door opens]
AMELIE: This is exactly why
I'm not doing the marriage thing.
[Sighs]
You still pissed at me?
Forget it.
Oh, come on, Nick.
We've all got secrets.
You don't tell me that J.M.
beats the shit out of Justine,
and I pretend like I don't know.
So I'm dating your partner.
Why didn't you just tell me?
- Because I was afraid to.
- Why?!
You don't have to
be scared of me.
I'm... I'm not.
I'm sorry. I'm not.
NICK: Yeah, okay.
Um...
I, uh... I got to go.
Please.
I've got to go.
- I'm not on the list.
- GENDRON: I know.
I know. You, uh...
You have to be patient.
What's going on? Is it
because I'm not Major Crimes?
It's politics, Isabelle.
Tell me.
It's because of Nick.
I asked around.
There's an investigation.
I don't know the details.
It's a provincial file.
Montreal Police aren't involved.
A file on Nick?
I told you, I don't know the
details, but he is involved.
He is your husband, and no
one is going to approve you
for lieutenant until
that's all wrapped up.
Nick's a good cop.
It's the machine.
There's nothing you
can do. I'm sorry, Isabelle.
I... I did everything I could.
I'm sorry.
Please.
Patience.
Hey, Nick.
I just want to say you got
some serious balls, man.
Yeah, you know,
Audrey's in a coma,
and you're still
horndogging your ex-wife.
That's low, man. Even for me.
OFFICER: 28-9. Copy that.
Did I ever tell you that
SQ came to see me
asking questions about
Nick after Harvey got shot?
So, you tell me, how
do you feel about that?
Don't start about
Nick. You know what?
You and me don't talk
about him at all, all right?
DISPATCHER: In 19, we
have a lobster tank spilled
outside a fish market
on Rachel East.
OFFICER: 19-6. We got it.
Ooh! We dodged that one, huh?
[Laughs]
- [Explosion]
- Oh!
Shit! Fuck!
Where did it come from? Shit!
BEN: How the hell
do I get down there?
I don't know, man! Rip
a U-ey. Rip a U-ey now.
[Siren wailing]
19-2. We have an explosion.
- BEN: De la Commune.
- De la Commune and Prince.
[Wailing continues]
[Car alarm blaring]
DISPATCHER: 19-2, how
close are you to the scene?
19-2 confirming a car on fire
down the off-ramp at de
la Commune and Prince.
19-2, fire and paramedics
are en route. Stand by.
[Indistinct conversations]
[Car door closes]
MALLOY: Thank you.
They'll be scraping that guy
out of there with a spatula.
- Well, at least he went quick.
- J.M.: I'll give you that.
MALLOY: Hey!
- You Chartier?
- That's right.
SQ. We're taking over the scene.
I'm gonna have to have
that from my superior, sir.
You will.
What is that about?
Hey, man, how you
doing? Ben Chartier.
I was in green for eight
years up in Morin-Heights.
Yeah? I never worked
the Laurentians.
What's up?
OFFICER: C.I. got whacked.
- Yours or ours?
- Yours.
MALLOY: [Whistles] Over here!
[Ringtone plays]
Hello?
May I ask why, sir?
Understood.
We're done.
[Scoffs] Bigwigs.
[Ringtone plays]
Yes.
Contact him.
Thank you.
[Cellphone beeps]
GENDRON: Chartier.
There's some people at the
SQ that want to talk to you.
8:00 tonight. And
keep it to yourself.
You want to tell me
what this is about?
I'm hoping you'll tell me.
Catherine?
What's going on?
Is everything okay?
I want to be here with you.
I made a mistake. I'm so sorry.
I want to make it right.
Just like that?
[Exhales sharply]
[Sniffles]
Do you want me here?
BEN: Of course I do.
[Knock on door]
[Door closes]
- NICK: Where's Theo?
- He's out.
I want to talk to
him. Both of you.
ISABELLE: It's too late tonight.
Bullshit!
What is this, huh?
I mean, what kind of rules
are you setting for the kid?
Nick, you run your house
the way you want to,
- and I'll run...
- This is my house!
[Sighs]
Look, Theo needs a father.
We need to be a family.
The other night
was a start, Izzy.
No. It was a mistake.
NICK: This whole
thing is a mistake.
I need to come home.
I want a divorce.
[Sighs]
The papers are ready.
I got them last week.
You mean right before
you slept with me?
It should never have happened.
I don't know what I was doing.
No, you don't know
what you're doing.
But I know what
you need to be doing.
- This is not the day to do this.
- No, no, no!
You don't just say something
like that and walk away!
You want a divorce?
You want a divorce?
- My answer is no.
- It's not up to you, Nick!
It's not up to me.
This... [slaps wall]
This is mine.
This is my house.
THEO: Dad, stop!
What are you doing?!
You should go home.
Go home, Nick.
So, she's there right now?
BEN: Yep.
You just walked out
and you left her there?
Well, she's used
to being left alone.
- Yeah, so you think.
- Yeah, I do.
Does she know about me?
No.
Will she?
I don't know.
I guess dreams really
do come true, huh?
It's what you wanted, isn't it?
[Scoffs]
Yeah. People don't change.
We already established that
you're not the type who cheats,
so...
you are a one-woman man.
Thanks for not
stringing me along.
Just like that?
Yeah.
[Engine turns over]
[Ringtone plays]
Ben Chartier.
Dan Malloy.
- Nice to see you again.
- Yeah, likewise.
Would you mind giving
me one second here?
Go ahead.
Thank you.
Hello?
AMELIE: Hey, it's me.
Hi.
AMELIE: Sorry to bother you.
Um, I'm at Nick's.
He's not here.
[Sighs] I talked to Isabelle.
She said he's pretty cracked up.
Did you talk to him?
No, he left his phone here.
Um...
I don't know. I called Marie's.
Um...
Maybe you could
look for him. Please.
Maybe try the cottage or...
I got to stay here.
BEN: Of course.
Okay. Thanks.
Is everything all right?
I'm really sorry.
I've got to take off.
Do you mind if we
do this tomorrow?
- Yeah, it's okay.
- Thanks.
I'll see you then.
Nick?
NICK: [Sniffles]
Nick?
- [Gun cocks]
- Don't...
Theo.
[Breathes deeply]
I'll just get him hurt, too.
[Breathes deeply]
God!
You don't know
how much I want to.
- Nick? Nick?
- [Breathes deeply]
Please.
Nick.
Don't do it.
Nick, don't do it.
Nick, let go.
Please.
[Sobbing]
[Sighs]
Are you okay?
Yeah.
[Breathes deeply] I'm fine.
[Gasping]
[Monitor beeping]
Hey, nurse!
[Gasping continues]
[Coughs]
- Hi, there.
- AMELIE: Hi.
BEN: What brings you here?
AMELIE: I just came
by to say thank you...
for going to see Nick.
No problem.
You two have met.
[Both chuckle]
Amélie was just
telling me about Nick.
Apparently he's just
some big softy inside.
That's pretty much
how I describe him.
I should go to work.
- I have to get your number.
- Right.
[Footsteps depart]
- What are you doing?
- Nothing.
Relax. I just came
by to say thank you.
I didn't say anything
to her. I like her.
- Here you go.
- Thank you.
Oh. Perfect. It was
so good to meet you.
- You too.
- Take care, hon.
- Bye.
- Bye.
[Door opens]
AMELIE: See you
around. [Smooches]
She likes you.
Well, it's... It's my
partner's sister.
There a story there?
No, she... she has a boyfriend.
CATHERINE: Yeah, she said.
[Both chuckle]
[Knock on door]
Hey, Dad.
NICK: Hey.
MALLOY: Thanks for coming in.
BEN: Yeah, sorry
about last night.
MALLOY: That's no problem.
- GIRARD: This way.
- BEN: Okay.
So, what's this about?
You were at the
meth-house raid, right?
- On the perimeter, yes.
- Mm-hmm.
A lot of talk about that, huh?
Even in the SQ, apparently.
MALLOY: So, what's the chatter?
Um, well, apparently
there's a leak on the force.
Mm-hmm. Well,
that's why you're here.
Anything we say to you
in this room is restricted.
You are not to discuss it
with anyone. Is that clear?
BEN: That's clear.
- We have a mole in 19.
- Bullshit.
GIRARD: Hmm. I wish it was.
You're fishing.
You don't know that.
We've been on this for a
couple of years. We know.
The leak's in 19.
You didn't get posted
there by accident.
I don't understand.
We put you there.
We've had our eye on
you for a little while now.
GIRARD: You never wondered
how your transfer to
Montreal came through so fast?
The shooting went away
pretty quick too, didn't it?
GIRARD: Hmm. What did
you spend, one day at a desk?
It's like an angel
watching over you.
Can we stop with the
runaround, please?
We need a cop that we
can trust to do the right thing.
- You're that guy.
- No.
What do you know about
the guy from the car?
I heard that he was a C.I.
That's a cover story.
He was a cop. Long-term U.C.
Take a look.
GIRARD: He's the one that
tipped us off to the meth house.
Now he's dead.
It's not just a coincidence.
MALLOY: Three dead
cops and counting.
So, what do you want from me?
What do you think?
WOMAN: You're
always complaining...
WOMAN #2: Hope
it's calmer today.
MAN: Did you see the
ride they gave us last night?
MAN: #2: Man, I haven't
had a night like that in a while.
WOMAN #2: You slipped?
MAN #2: You don't have to
put up with these conditions.
WOMAN #1: Okay, go
for it. Wait, I'll back you up.
- MAN #1: You will?
- WOMAN #1: Yeah. Of course.
- MAN #1: Good.
- WOMAN #2: like, seriously...
These are digital
files on everyone in 19.
The access codes
are in the folders.
Our original theory was that
Jean Pierre Harvey was the mole.
The leaks seemed to have
stopped when he got shot.
MALLOY: That's no
longer operational.
Now the most likely
suspect is Nick Barron.
Why?
GIRARD: Well, he's got a
background with known criminals.
- So?
- Service record is a mess.
MALLOY: You must
be realizing by now
that your riding with him
is not an accident, right?
We want you close to him.
So my commander
knows about this?
We told him where to put
you. We didn't tell him why.
Still...
none of this makes Nick dirty.
No.
But somebody is.
This is the evidence that we
used to trace the leak to 19.
Take your time.
Have a look.
You'll see the same thing we do.
[Indistinct conversations]
GIRARD: You got no
choice here, Chartier.
You need to do the right thing.
MAN: Hey, Ben.
[Indistinct conversations]
You ready, Bambi?