19-2 (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Welfare Day - full transcript
The first day of the month falls on a Friday, making this day when welfare checks arrive even more chaotic than normal. Being short-staffed most of the team pull double shifts.
- Previously on "19-2"...
- Nick!
He just had a fucking
gun to my head!
And now it's over!
Are you telling me
not to call this in?
Hit-and-run. Boy,
maybe 10 years old.
He's unconscious.
He's your father!
He's your father, Ben!
BEN: Oh, my God! Hi!
- We have 12 hours.
- What?
NICK: It was just a
thing, Izzy, all right?
- It's over.
- ISABELLE: When?
NICK: A couple months ago.
Whatever, Nick. It's your life.
You asked me to
leave, Izzy, remember?
Yeah, but I wanted
it to work, Nick.
How'd your little meeting
with the commander go? Hmm?
He asked me to report on you.
I said no.
[Water splashing]
TYLER: [Snoring]
[Sighs]
TYLER: [Grunts] Mm.
[Groans]
Aren't you supposed
to be on the couch?
Sorry, bro.
I threw up all over it.
Aw, shit.
[Sighs]
Aw, shit, Tyler!
Jesus!
Sorry, bro.
ISABELLE: Shouldn't
you have left?
Hey.
[Siren wailing]
WOMAN: Copy, 19-2.
TYLER: Honestly, bro...
our job sucks.
When I sleep, I hear
sirens in my head, man.
Don't do that. We got to go.
They won't leave me alone.
This one demon, every time
he opens his mouth, man,
it's like a freaking siren, man.
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
Even when I'm drunk,
they won't leave me alone.
Hey, come on,
man. Don't do that.
Get your shit together.
We're on shift here.
Yeah, you're right.
I'm right behind you, bro.
- Door locks itself.
- All right.
It reeks in here!
Close that door on your way out.
- Oh, yes, sir.
- [Door closes]
"Close that door
on your way out."
[Police radio chatter]
Sorry.
Do you know what
day it is today?
- Friday.
- The date.
The first of the
goddamn month, boss.
- Welfare day.
- On a Friday.
You will be earning
your overtime pay today,
- boys and girls.
- Right on!
Maybe we'll get
some action this week.
Next time you're late,
you'll be written up.
Keep an eye on the ATMs, folks.
Lots of cash being spent today.
Our tax dollars at work.
All right, hit the streets.
Look after each other.
[Sighs]
Why so sour, big cat?
- I ain't doing this shit, man.
- Really?
J.M.: Sir!
This is bullshit.
We're two bodies short,
and you're talking overtime?
I got to put bodies
on the street.
Yeah. Well, I ain't
doing no double.
I got plans, so...
I'll call my steward.
Your commitment to
the team is duly noted.
I got to stop and
get some aspirin.
I went out with
Tyler last night.
J.M. was buying shots.
DISPATCHER: I don't have
any solos. Don't worry about it.
Tyler still banging
them back, huh?
Mm-hmm.
The guy's hard-core.
Bad day to be hungover.
So, welfare day's a
big deal around here?
It is if you're
living on welfare.
One day a month, you
got cash in your pocket.
The rest of the time,
you're counting dimes to eat.
Of course they'd
go a little crazy.
DISPATCHER: In 19,
disturbance at a dépanneur
corner of Rouin and Delorme.
19-2. We'll take it.
Rouin and Delorme.
DISPATCHER: Copy, 19-2.
MAN: She ripped me off!
I'm gonna be back!
I want my beer!
One goddamn beer!
I get my money today.
You'll get paid,
you goddamn Nazi!
NICK: All right, all right.
Look, just settle down, okay?
MAN: One beer! Tell her!
No beer. He owes
too much already.
For Christ's sakes,
I'm going to the bank!
- So go.
- So give me my beer!
NICK: Look, settle down, okay?
BEN: Jesus Christ, what
the hell are you doing?!
MAN #2: [Slurred
Jamaican accent] Yeah!
How you like that? [Laughs]
Bumbaclot!
- No penalty! No way!
- Get down here.
Me not goin' nowhere.
On my blood-clot TV, that.
Goddamn referees are bullshit.
[Jamaican accent] This is not
your street, fat man, all right?
Now get down here.
And don't make me
come up and get you, now.
[Normal voice] Guy's drunk, man.
Hold on. Don't get
your panties twisted.
Hold on, man.
All right, sir, it's time
to go. Let's move along.
She rips me off!
You owe me money.
I'm gonna be back!
No, I don't want to see
you back here again.
- MAN #2: How much?
- NICK: No, no, no. No.
Put it away.
You take it. Me pay.
[Jamaican accent]
Put your money away.
Pick up your damn TV
and take it off the street.
And don't throw no
more blood-clot shit
off your balcony, you hear?
All right, sir. All right, man.
You didn't even see the call.
- The game fixed.
- [Cellphone rings]
[Laughs]
- BEN: He's gone for now.
- NICK: [Normal voice] Yeah?
WOMAN: Thank you.
- Thank you very much.
- BEN: We're here to help.
- Thank you.
- All right, you let us know.
- Yeah.
- You have a nice day.
[Pills rattling]
[Lid clatters]
NICK: [Sighs] Show me.
He did it again.
He's so stressed
from work right now.
Why do you defend him?
You need to make a complaint.
Call the doctors. Take pictures.
- Let me do something about it.
- No.
I'm trusting you.
You're the only
one I can talk to.
It could be a lot worse
than a black eye next time.
[Breathes shakily]
[Engine turns over]
Isn't that on his record?
Let me put it this way.
I think I could be of more help
if I understood
why you're asking.
Of course.
You know where to find me.
[Knock on door]
[Door opens]
You wanted to see me, Commander?
GENDRON: Come in.
I just wanted to be
clear about something.
Apparently, there's
a story going around
that I asked Officer Chartier
to spy on your husband.
It's not true.
I want you to know that.
All right.
So you didn't ask
Chartier to report to you?
Of course I did.
I mean, Nick's coming
off a traumatic event,
and he's out there
on the front lines.
I mean, I need to
know how he's doing.
I mean, that's my job.
Look, I didn't ask Chartier
to be a stool pigeon.
I asked him to look out for his
partner and to keep me informed.
I mean, frankly, I would
have asked you to do the same
if you were working with him.
I work with Nick every day, sir.
Anyways, I understand
how it could look,
so I decided to
drop the request.
And I'm worried about Nick.
Is that a crime?
Thank you for the explanation.
Was that all?
Yep, that's all.
Thank you, sir.
[Woman speaking
indistinctly on P.A.]
I got a right to get my car out!
No one's disputing that.
What... Guy blocks my drive.
And this isn't the
first time either.
You get a plate number?
MAN: No, I didn't
get a plate number!
He's a pizza guy, okay?
- A black guy.
- What pizza place?
MAN: I don't know!
He had pizzas, okay?
And they probably
weren't even real pizzas.
He's probably selling drugs.
And why do you say that?
MAN: Well, why do you think?
Young black guys
hanging around all the time.
What else do you
think they're doing?
Oh, gee, I don't know.
Maybe the same thing as
young white guys hanging around.
Sir, if it happens again,
just take a plate number,
and we can check on it, okay?
Why can't you guys do
something about this for once?
Get these people off the street!
What people?
What people? I told you!
I got crooks hanging
around my corner
blocking my
driveway all the time!
Black people, right?
Is that why they're crooks?
Spell it out for me.
I didn't say that, okay?
Yeah, I think you did.
Well, I am entitled
to my own opinions.
Well, how about you keep
your opinions to yourself?
You see a crime being
committed, you let us know.
You don't like where
you live? Move.
This is bullshit,
okay? I am a taxpayer.
I demand to make a statement.
All right, let's
make a statement.
What kind of car was it?
I don't know what
kind of car it was!
I was looking at the black guy!
DISPATCHER: In 19, disregard
the call about the stolen minivan.
HARVEY: Yeah, well,
don't let it get to you.
Assholes everywhere on this job.
- Not just civilian.
- You hold up okay.
When I started out, I had armor.
I was goddamn bulletproof.
Now the wind just
blows right through me.
You just got to let it go.
J.M.: 19-7, requesting support.
Alley running north of
Saint-Zotique, east of Bordeaux.
19-2 responding.
What's your situation?
J.M.: I got a party
running out of control.
NICK: What's the
alleged crime here?
I just told you...
Party's getting rowdy.
Let me clarify.
You're requesting backup
for a noise complaint?
Fucking...
Would you like to
break it up alone?
- 19-2, are you responding?
- Fuck. Take it easy!
Copy. We're nearly there.
[Rock music plays,
indistinct shouting]
MAN: Yeah!
What the fuck is
your problem, man?
I call for backup, and
you bust my balls on air?
I'm not the one who needs
backup for a noise complaint.
That's 'cause
it's protocol, Nick.
You know, protocol?
Anyways, I ran the address.
It's Derek the Boot's house.
The place is filled
with Loaded Dice.
That's a bike gang.
Is it?
They still have the
right to have a party.
Look, I got complaints.
That would be plural.
So, I mean, what's
the matter, man? Huh?
You got some
friends up in there?
I'll take the west
side of the alley.
[Engine turns over]
Dick.
[Music continues,
indistinct shouting]
MAN: Aw, crap!
Just fuck it, man.
Yo, cops.
Damn.
MAN #2: Let's get
the hell out of here.
MAN #3: They got
us surrounded, guys!
MAN #4: Whoa!
Hey, there.
Have a beer. Join the party.
Who's the resident?
It's his birthday.
Yeah. We're not
doing anything wrong.
Can you get him for us, please?
Now!
Yeah, okay.
- WOMAN: Come on, guys. Relax.
- Back off.
- [Crowd cheering]
- Whoo-hoo!
Whoo-hoo!
WOMAN: See? Look,
guys. Relax. Have some fun.
All right, girls. Settle down.
Just, please,
back off, all right?
BEN: Everybody back up.
NICK: We're not
looking for any trouble.
- BEN: Back up.
- What's the problem?
We're gonna need you to
turn your music down, sir.
What's wrong with the music?
We just told you! It's too loud!
Shut it off!
It's my birthday, man!
- Come down, sir.
- For what?!
Sir, I don't want
to yell at you.
Come down so we can talk.
Ah, fuck.
- Back up!
- [Indistinct shouting]
Back off. Just back up. Back up.
That's what I said. Back up.
- Get that music turned off.
- NICK: Just back up!
Hey, it's my birthday, man!
NICK: Hey, this
is not a discussion.
- You got that right!
- Hey, hey, sir.
We're not here to
bust up your party.
We had a noise complaint.
We have to respond.
It's my birthday party.
It's the middle of
the fucking afternoon.
Leave me the fuck alone.
Hey!
- Watch your mouth, dickwad.
- Get off my property.
J.M.: When I say "back
up," I mean back up!
Everybody, back up!
I said, "Get the
fuck off my property"!
Get off my property!
MAN: Get your hands off me!
NICK: Hey, you're under
arrest. You're under arrest.
Happy birthday, asshole.
Stay back! Stay back.
- Get off!
- WOMAN: Get off!
[Indistinct shouting]
Back up! Back up!
- BEN: Hold still!
- Get off!
Stay down!
Get off me!
- Hey!
- NICK: Back off! Stay back!
Get your hands off of him!
Back up! Back up!
I will make you eat
this, I swear to God!
It's his house! Stop them!
- Nice nose.
- I'm still prettier than you.
Stop them!
Eat some fried chicken!
Fried chicken!
Bitch! Bitch! Fried chicken!
- Go! Come on!
- J.M.: Back off!
Back off! Out of my way!
Stay back!
Don't come near me!
Don't come near me!
Shut up! Shut up!
Quit kicking!
Shake it! Shake it! Whoo!
- Yeah!
- MAN: The car!
[Crowd cheering]
- BEN: Shit!
- BILL: Yeah! Keep going!
[Cheering continues]
Hey, wait! Wait! That's my ma!
Ma!
Hey, Bruno, pick her up!
You shut your ugly ass up!
She'll get run the hell over
if you don't stop that shit.
- You hear me?
- BEN: 19-2. We need backup.
Hey, I got to know
about my mother.
Yeah.
Can you check on
my mother, please?
Yeah, yeah. We'll
get right on it.
[Buzzer, door opens]
BEN: Sit at the end
of the counter, sir.
He wants to call his mom.
Nick. A minute?
NICK: Yeah.
- What happened to you guys?
- Birthday party.
You're not going solo.
It's not gonna
happen, all right?
He's the commander.
He wants to keep
you with Chartier.
You sure Bambi's
not stooling on me?
I don't know.
Your desk is right there. If
they're talking, you'd know.
They're not talking.
Chartier says he's not.
I believe him.
I don't like the guy,
but he's not like that.
- I told you... He's a good cop.
- [Sighs]
I still know Gendron's planning
on getting rid of me, though.
Listen...
Nick, the guy's a
politician. Stop lipping off.
He'll find someone
else to pick on.
No, he's not moving on.
Who isn't... him or you?
Who's the one
looking for a fight here?
HARVEY: It's the brass,
Nick. You can't win.
The job's not
like it used to be.
You can't make your
own calls no more.
You can't kick in doors,
give some wife beater
what he deserves.
Nobody trusts us.
Sure, when they need you,
they give you a
little pat on the head
like you're a dog that's
done something good.
I'm no dog.
Goddamn politicians
are all over us now.
Stay off the guy's radar, okay?
Stop getting in his face.
This isn't like the old days.
You're gonna have
to do things his way.
Right.
Be a good dog.
Just be a good cop.
Is there a difference?
[Vehicle approaching]
DISPATCHER: We have a
child in a car in the parking lot
at 2700 Durocher.
The caller says it's been
there more than an hour.
BEN: Ah, man. How
long is this gonna take?
- NICK: I don't know.
- MAN: What do you want us to do?
- [Cellphone rings]
- Inside out?
- Vacuum the carpet?
- Yeah?
Hey. Um, Theo's in the hospital.
Is he okay?
He was playing
soccer. He hurt his arm.
It's not serious.
Well, he's in the hospital.
It's got to be serious.
Nick, I have a rape
victim in 10 minutes.
I feel terrible, but I can't go.
[Sighs]
Okay. What hospital?
St. Francis.
[Sighs] I'll let you know.
ISABELLE: Thank you.
My kid broke his arm.
Aw, shit.
[Engine turns over]
- AUDREY: Hi, there.
- Hey.
Mwah.
So, I hear you're
joining our squad.
- That's the plan.
- That'll be great.
- AUDREY: Yeah.
- Oh, look.
A clown car.
With some real clowns in it.
Hey, you like that? Dig in.
- Hey, Audrey.
- Hey.
- Come on.
- [Breathes deeply]
What? Like you don't look?
She's not married.
Hey, Nick. Why don't you
mind your own business?
Hey, go see your kid. I
logged you out for lunch.
Thanks.
You're on solo
till he gets back.
Wash the goddamn car.
- It's a disgrace.
- Yes, sir.
That's three of us solo. Three.
This is bullshit, sir.
You know it's
welfare day, right?
What am I supposed to
do? I don't have the men.
I don't know. Don't
put out the cars, then.
Don't worry about me.
I'm looking forward to it.
Way to go, hero.
I told you... You should
have asked them to look at it.
I'll be fine. I got to
get back on shift.
I'll drop you at Nicole's.
She'll take you till Mom's off.
Nah, I have to go to school.
No, you don't. It's okay.
You know what? Screw it.
Let's go to the amusement
park, ride a roller coaster.
I'll call in sick.
You can't.
You can't take off. It's
the first of the month.
What do you know about that?
You know... welfare day.
I really do have
to go back, though.
We have a
presentation in science,
and Guillaume's
gonna look like an idiot
if they make him try
and do it by himself, so...
- Guillaume is an idiot.
- [Chuckles]
DISPATCHER: In 19,
apparently someone has
stolen a garbage truck.
J.M.: Full or empty?
DISPATCHER: Apparently full.
Stolen while the driver
was paying for gas.
BEATRICE: Who the
hell steals garbage?
J.M.: Uh, I'm sort of thinking
they wanted the truck.
TYLER: What are they
gonna do with a garbage truck?
J.M.: Maybe they're dumping
shit in the river. Toxic waste.
BEATRICE: The shit
Vince puts in his hair?
J.M.: [Laughs] Oh!
Hey, hello!
Hey!
Hi.
There's a guy in the
laundromat with no clothes on.
- Aw, geez.
- It's really disgusting.
Okay, hold on.
MAN: Go, go. Get past the man.
WOMAN: Have fun.
Hi, there.
Everything all right?
Sir, where are your clothes?
In here?
MAN: Yeah.
Well, I think these
will do for now.
- Put them on.
- Um... they're damp.
You can walk around for
a little while. They'll dry.
You know what?
All of these are dry.
[Cellphone rings]
Yeah?
Barron. I'm back on.
At the precinct.
Come pick me up.
All right. Yeah, I'll be
there in 10 minutes.
Okay.
- [Laughs]
- Hey! Hey!
Hey! Pull your
pants. Get them up!
Come on. You
think this is funny?
You're going in the
back of a police car.
- Is that funny?
- But...
Put your hands behind your
back. Put them behind your back.
[Handcuffs click]
Move.
How's your kid? Is he all right?
- Good.
- Good.
Well, you know how
to use a car wash.
It's great to have you back.
Hey, what's this?
I picked up a naked
guy in a laundromat.
He's still got his pants off.
Aw, shit.
We'll let booking handle him.
BEN: Must have
got his hands in front.
Hey!
You make a mess back there,
I'll make a mess out of
you, my friend. You hear me?
- Huh?
- [Engine turns over]
Put your clothes on!
OFFICER: Gonna have to
wash the inside and the outside.
NICK: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Funny.
Whoa, whoa.
[Vehicle approaching]
[Vehicle beeping]
- BEN: Hey!
- NICK: Hey!
BEN: Stop!
NICK: Shut it off!
Shut it down!
She steals my money.
She takes my whole check.
You drink your whole check!
Well, then give me
my goddamn beer!
Is that too much to ask?
Look, we're gonna need you to
come down from there, all right?
She's having me evicted.
Where am I gonna go?
We'll figure something out.
Just come down, please.
BEN: You're his landlord?
WOMAN: He's two months behind.
You can't get them out.
Like cockroaches!
Easy. Watch your step.
Sir? Sir?
Put your hands in front
of you like this, please.
You got some place to go?
[Handcuffs click]
We'll help you figure
something out, okay?
I just want my beer.
BEN: I could go for one
of those myself right now.
Let's go.
So, just take it
easy, all right, guys?
[Vehicle door closes]
I was having trouble
with that earlier.
NICK: Your feet can't
reach the pedals?
BEN: You realize you're
shorter than me, right?
NICK: There's a car
wash down the street.
Let me in! Please! God!
Let me in! Please, God!
Hey, hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Ma'am, ma'am! Calm down!
- Stay away from me!
- BEN: It's okay.
- Stay away.
- We're here to help you.
Can you tell us what's wrong?
- We're here to help.
- Don't touch... Don't touch me.
BEN: We won't touch you.
- Hey! It's okay.
- No, no.
- It's okay.
- Let me in the car, please.
BEN: Absolutely. Hey,
hey, hey, hey! It's okay.
I'm gonna help
you in the car, okay?
Nice and easy. We're
gonna put you in the car.
- We're gonna put you in the car.
- NICK: 19-2.
We're gonna need an
ambulance at Ottawa and Shannon.
- No!
- Whoa! Hey!
- You can't do that.
- Aah! Don't touch me!
- Aah! [Crying]
- Hey, hey! Hey!
Hey, hey! What are you doing?
You don't have to
be so rough with her!
- BEN: Damn it.
- NICK: All right. Sorry.
- I'm sorry.
- [Handcuffs clicking]
- The ambulance is coming.
- Come on!
You're twice her size, buddy!
BEN: Come on. Keep moving.
Come on, man. Get out
of here. Keep moving!
- WOMAN: No!
- That's not necessary.
- What are you doing, buddy?
- BEN: Keep moving! Come on!
- Move along! Come on, man.
- All right.
- Let us do our job.
- I'm filming you guys.
BEN: Yeah, and I'm telling
you to let us do our job.
- Keep moving.
- Don't touch me!
Get in the car.
WOMAN: [Screaming]
- [Crying] No!
- NICK: Easy.
[Siren wailing]
You okay?
MAN: What's your address, ma'am?
- [Police radio chatter]
- OFFICER: We're on our way.
You good for drinks tonight?
BEN: God, man.
Are you kidding me?
I'm still hurting
from last night.
Well, you got to build
up your tolerance, bro.
That's the point.
MAN: Bobby, will
you take over for me?
Ooh. Like that?
I always fall
for straight girls.
Yeah, me too.
Right, people. Night
shift is down three cars.
I need overtime.
I want money. I'm in.
All right. J.M.,
you ride with him?
I can't. I told
you... I got plans.
I need you. Your name's been
at the top of the list for a week.
[Sighs]
No. I need 48 hours' notice.
I'll give you
notice, Brouillard.
You want to play work-to-rule?
I'll grieve your ass every day.
Sorry.
I have an engagement.
Vince, you're riding with me.
- Chartier?
- Yeah, I can take a solo.
No solos tonight.
Nick, I need
bodies. Help me out?
Yeah.
All right, that's two cars.
Bear, you and
Tyler can take a car?
- You got it, Sarge.
- TYLER: Jesus Christ, Bear.
- Thanks for asking.
- I'm not gonna ask.
Yeah, well, guess
who's buying dinner.
BEATRICE: Buy your own dinner!
NICK: [Laughs]
Hey.
Take them.
[Bell chiming]
OFFICER: 14-21, we're on
Papineau. We'll look into it.
We'll check a little further
up. Then we'll come back.
[Both chuckle]
I kept my cool,
though, didn't I?
That's not every day
someone's mother
comes after you with a crowbar.
[Both laugh]
NICK: I hope not.
But we dealt with it, though.
We didn't have to hurt nobody.
Which probably means we'll
have to be back there next Friday.
Yeah.
You still not sure you're
in it for the long haul?
Come on, man. It'd
take more than that.
- Nick.
- What?
Two bodies behind a supermarket.
NICK: Yeah, we'll
never get the car washed.
[Indistinct conversation]
MAN: Just make sure
I can see both of them.
MAN #2: Yeah.
MAN #3: There's
one over here, boys.
DISPATCHER: Individuals
need medical attention right away.
MAN #4: Okay.
MAN #5: Watch
it there! Watch it!
WOMAN: Any I.D.?
MAN #6: Hey, Jimmy,
give me a hand.
- At least it don't stink.
- BEN: Come on.
OFFICER: 72-45. I'm on it.
MAN: All right,
this area is good.
MAN #2: Yeah, we're
gonna get on that.
WOMAN: I don't have a
clear photo of the dress.
- What are you looking for?
- See what I can see.
Double O.D.s?
Yeah, it looks like it.
The needle's still in her leg.
Which is why we should
hand it off to the coroner.
No. Homicide's
gonna want to see this.
They should be here already.
I'm going for some fresh air.
- You look tired.
- NICK: [Sighs]
I'm on a double.
See anything?
The Baggies are different.
MAN: They're taking the truck!
BEN: The ones over here
are all mostly the same,
but the one over
there... It's different.
I can't find any
other pink ones.
Maybe it's a bad batch.
BEN: It was for them.
We should go away on a weekend.
I know a great spa
near Quebec City.
I think you'd like it.
I got Theo on the weekends.
Well, not every weekend.
I'm not much of a spa guy.
Maybe something else.
Forensics says we
can cover the bodies.
OFFICER: Panicked
because an unidentified male
approached them.
We got to try and help out.
Don't moon. It's pathetic.
I'm not mooning. I'm planning.
DISPATCHER: Copy.
I'll make the call now.
Hi, Nicole. It's Isabelle.
Um, I'm running behind.
Any chance you can
stop by my place for a bit?
And how old are they?
AUDREY: 19?
BEATRICE: Yeah.
Can't be more than that.
Sad.
ISABELLE: I don't
have a choice, Nick.
You want me to leave
him alone all night?
- Take him home with you.
- Again.
It kind of never
stops with those two.
This has got to stop.
Oh, Ben can ride solo.
No solos on welfare day.
He's your son. Stop dumping
him every five minutes.
I am not dumping him.
I'm asking his father
to look after him.
NICK: Don't do that.
It's not about wanting to
spend time with Theo or not.
It's about you respecting
what we agreed.
I can't leave, Nick! I have
to hand off to homicide.
It's not even a
fucking homicide!
That's up to them.
OFFICER: 21-6. We're on our way.
We just left Notre
Dame heading north.
HOULE: What is your problem?
Is this a joke to you?
That is your police
car, God damn it!
You get it cleaned now!
MAN: Excuse me.
There's a lady inside.
- What about her?
- MAN: She fell down.
She won't get up.
Um, she's pregnant.
Should we call for an ambulance?
- Go.
- MAN: Yeah.
In here.
All right, ma'am. Are you okay?
[Breathes sharply]
Do you need us to
call you an ambulance?
No, I'm fine.
Have you hurt yourself?
No. No.
Then why are you
lying on the ground?
I fainted, but I'm better now.
Okay.
Okay, well, let us help you up.
I don't want to get up.
Then we need to call
you an ambulance.
I think that's the best idea.
No! Help me up.
Okay. Nice and easy.
- All right, we got you.
- WOMAN: [Grunting]
MAN: I can't sell
that. It's ruined.
You want to press charges?
No.
- I want her to pay for it.
- If I could pay for it,
I wouldn't have to
stick it up my dress.
That's why I passed out.
It was so cold.
I never realized.
Someone's paying for it.
Otherwise, I'm
gonna make a charge.
Yeah.
How much?
40 bucks.
She'll need a bag.
Well, it was pretty funny
when she gave birth to a
Christmas turkey, though.
"Ma'am, we've
done the ultrasound.
We regret to inform
the baby is a turkey."
"And it's 22 pounds."
"But, Doctor, is
it a boy or a girl?"
"No, it's a damn turkey."
[Both laugh]
How pissed was the guy, too.
How can you not find
that even a little bit funny?
[Cellphone rings]
Yeah?
Nick [Sobs]
you have to help me.
He's lost it this time.
Okay, okay.
We'll be right there.
- [Crying]
- J.M.: Let me in!
[Pounding on door]
Justine!
I said, "Open the fucking door"!
[Door rattling]
- Justine!
- [Pounding on door]
Justine?
Straight ahead. Go.
- Where are we going?
- [Siren wailing]
NICK: Rosemont.
- Just go.
- [Engine revs]
Damn it!
- JUSTINE: [Crying]
- J.M.: Justine!
Let me in, baby.
- [Pounding on door]
- Justine!
Justine, open the door, okay?
Let me in.
You don't want me getting
upset out here now, do you?
- [Sobs]
- Open the fucking door!
[Pounding on door]
[Groans]
You like talking on
the phone, do you?
Huh?
Who were you talking to? Huh?!
Let's see this. Who? Who?
Who?!
[Grunts]
JUSTINE: Please don't!
You want to talk
on the phone, huh?
Who you talking to,
huh? Who you talking to?
Hey!
You want to hit someone? Hit me.
- Hit me.
- It's okay.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
It's okay, it's okay.
It's over. It's over.
Get him out of here!
Okay. It's over.
- It's all over.
- [Sniffles]
[Sighs] I am so sorry, baby.
You know I'm sorry.
I love you.
I don't know what happened.
Look...
I don't know what happened.
All right?
I don't know what happened.
I just lost control.
I just [Breathes shakily]
Oh, I'm sorry.
I don't know what...
I'm not gonna
do it again. I just...
need a little help.
I just need some help.
Okay?
And I can't lose my
job over this, man.
Lose your job? You're going
to jail, you son of a bitch.
- Whoa, man.
- What, are you stupid?
No, no, no.
No, he can't go to
jail, Nick. He's a cop.
- Justine...
- You have to promise me.
You can't let him.
Justine, what are
you talking about?
You have to promise
me. You can't let him.
Nick...
[Sighs] I won't.
Are you're listening to this?
This is bullshit!
You put him in cuffs,
and you call it in!
JUSTINE: No! No, you can't!
- [Crying] He can't go to jail.
- Yes, he can.
No. Nick, you promised
you wouldn't say anything.
Nick!
I won't help you.
I'll say I was
attacked in the park.
Okay! All right!
Settle down.
Just take it easy, okay?
We can't.
Please.
Please.
I'm begging you.
He's gonna get help.
That's right.
BEN: Shut up!
I'm gonna get help.
Shut up!!
I'm not gonna do it again.
- You want to go in cuffs?!
- Hey, hey, hey!
Shut your mouth.
You do it again,
I'll kill you myself.
You won't charge him?
Move out. Pack
your bags right now.
There are places that
will take you. Let's go.
No, you don't understand.
We live here.
We're not going anywhere. Yeah.
We're not going anywhere.
I'll make coffee.
It's just gonna
have to be this way.
[Scoffs]
Pack your shit.
You're going to a hotel.
- You can't stay here.
- This is my home.
Get out!
- All right.
- Why aren't you listening to me?
- I'll pack my bags.
- Why aren't you fucking moving?
You think I'm fucking
kidding right now?
- You think I'm fucking kidding?!
- Get off!
- All right!
- BEN: Get the fuck out!
I'm gone.
[Crying]
[Door opens, slams]
- Nick!
He just had a fucking
gun to my head!
And now it's over!
Are you telling me
not to call this in?
Hit-and-run. Boy,
maybe 10 years old.
He's unconscious.
He's your father!
He's your father, Ben!
BEN: Oh, my God! Hi!
- We have 12 hours.
- What?
NICK: It was just a
thing, Izzy, all right?
- It's over.
- ISABELLE: When?
NICK: A couple months ago.
Whatever, Nick. It's your life.
You asked me to
leave, Izzy, remember?
Yeah, but I wanted
it to work, Nick.
How'd your little meeting
with the commander go? Hmm?
He asked me to report on you.
I said no.
[Water splashing]
TYLER: [Snoring]
[Sighs]
TYLER: [Grunts] Mm.
[Groans]
Aren't you supposed
to be on the couch?
Sorry, bro.
I threw up all over it.
Aw, shit.
[Sighs]
Aw, shit, Tyler!
Jesus!
Sorry, bro.
ISABELLE: Shouldn't
you have left?
Hey.
[Siren wailing]
WOMAN: Copy, 19-2.
TYLER: Honestly, bro...
our job sucks.
When I sleep, I hear
sirens in my head, man.
Don't do that. We got to go.
They won't leave me alone.
This one demon, every time
he opens his mouth, man,
it's like a freaking siren, man.
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
Even when I'm drunk,
they won't leave me alone.
Hey, come on,
man. Don't do that.
Get your shit together.
We're on shift here.
Yeah, you're right.
I'm right behind you, bro.
- Door locks itself.
- All right.
It reeks in here!
Close that door on your way out.
- Oh, yes, sir.
- [Door closes]
"Close that door
on your way out."
[Police radio chatter]
Sorry.
Do you know what
day it is today?
- Friday.
- The date.
The first of the
goddamn month, boss.
- Welfare day.
- On a Friday.
You will be earning
your overtime pay today,
- boys and girls.
- Right on!
Maybe we'll get
some action this week.
Next time you're late,
you'll be written up.
Keep an eye on the ATMs, folks.
Lots of cash being spent today.
Our tax dollars at work.
All right, hit the streets.
Look after each other.
[Sighs]
Why so sour, big cat?
- I ain't doing this shit, man.
- Really?
J.M.: Sir!
This is bullshit.
We're two bodies short,
and you're talking overtime?
I got to put bodies
on the street.
Yeah. Well, I ain't
doing no double.
I got plans, so...
I'll call my steward.
Your commitment to
the team is duly noted.
I got to stop and
get some aspirin.
I went out with
Tyler last night.
J.M. was buying shots.
DISPATCHER: I don't have
any solos. Don't worry about it.
Tyler still banging
them back, huh?
Mm-hmm.
The guy's hard-core.
Bad day to be hungover.
So, welfare day's a
big deal around here?
It is if you're
living on welfare.
One day a month, you
got cash in your pocket.
The rest of the time,
you're counting dimes to eat.
Of course they'd
go a little crazy.
DISPATCHER: In 19,
disturbance at a dépanneur
corner of Rouin and Delorme.
19-2. We'll take it.
Rouin and Delorme.
DISPATCHER: Copy, 19-2.
MAN: She ripped me off!
I'm gonna be back!
I want my beer!
One goddamn beer!
I get my money today.
You'll get paid,
you goddamn Nazi!
NICK: All right, all right.
Look, just settle down, okay?
MAN: One beer! Tell her!
No beer. He owes
too much already.
For Christ's sakes,
I'm going to the bank!
- So go.
- So give me my beer!
NICK: Look, settle down, okay?
BEN: Jesus Christ, what
the hell are you doing?!
MAN #2: [Slurred
Jamaican accent] Yeah!
How you like that? [Laughs]
Bumbaclot!
- No penalty! No way!
- Get down here.
Me not goin' nowhere.
On my blood-clot TV, that.
Goddamn referees are bullshit.
[Jamaican accent] This is not
your street, fat man, all right?
Now get down here.
And don't make me
come up and get you, now.
[Normal voice] Guy's drunk, man.
Hold on. Don't get
your panties twisted.
Hold on, man.
All right, sir, it's time
to go. Let's move along.
She rips me off!
You owe me money.
I'm gonna be back!
No, I don't want to see
you back here again.
- MAN #2: How much?
- NICK: No, no, no. No.
Put it away.
You take it. Me pay.
[Jamaican accent]
Put your money away.
Pick up your damn TV
and take it off the street.
And don't throw no
more blood-clot shit
off your balcony, you hear?
All right, sir. All right, man.
You didn't even see the call.
- The game fixed.
- [Cellphone rings]
[Laughs]
- BEN: He's gone for now.
- NICK: [Normal voice] Yeah?
WOMAN: Thank you.
- Thank you very much.
- BEN: We're here to help.
- Thank you.
- All right, you let us know.
- Yeah.
- You have a nice day.
[Pills rattling]
[Lid clatters]
NICK: [Sighs] Show me.
He did it again.
He's so stressed
from work right now.
Why do you defend him?
You need to make a complaint.
Call the doctors. Take pictures.
- Let me do something about it.
- No.
I'm trusting you.
You're the only
one I can talk to.
It could be a lot worse
than a black eye next time.
[Breathes shakily]
[Engine turns over]
Isn't that on his record?
Let me put it this way.
I think I could be of more help
if I understood
why you're asking.
Of course.
You know where to find me.
[Knock on door]
[Door opens]
You wanted to see me, Commander?
GENDRON: Come in.
I just wanted to be
clear about something.
Apparently, there's
a story going around
that I asked Officer Chartier
to spy on your husband.
It's not true.
I want you to know that.
All right.
So you didn't ask
Chartier to report to you?
Of course I did.
I mean, Nick's coming
off a traumatic event,
and he's out there
on the front lines.
I mean, I need to
know how he's doing.
I mean, that's my job.
Look, I didn't ask Chartier
to be a stool pigeon.
I asked him to look out for his
partner and to keep me informed.
I mean, frankly, I would
have asked you to do the same
if you were working with him.
I work with Nick every day, sir.
Anyways, I understand
how it could look,
so I decided to
drop the request.
And I'm worried about Nick.
Is that a crime?
Thank you for the explanation.
Was that all?
Yep, that's all.
Thank you, sir.
[Woman speaking
indistinctly on P.A.]
I got a right to get my car out!
No one's disputing that.
What... Guy blocks my drive.
And this isn't the
first time either.
You get a plate number?
MAN: No, I didn't
get a plate number!
He's a pizza guy, okay?
- A black guy.
- What pizza place?
MAN: I don't know!
He had pizzas, okay?
And they probably
weren't even real pizzas.
He's probably selling drugs.
And why do you say that?
MAN: Well, why do you think?
Young black guys
hanging around all the time.
What else do you
think they're doing?
Oh, gee, I don't know.
Maybe the same thing as
young white guys hanging around.
Sir, if it happens again,
just take a plate number,
and we can check on it, okay?
Why can't you guys do
something about this for once?
Get these people off the street!
What people?
What people? I told you!
I got crooks hanging
around my corner
blocking my
driveway all the time!
Black people, right?
Is that why they're crooks?
Spell it out for me.
I didn't say that, okay?
Yeah, I think you did.
Well, I am entitled
to my own opinions.
Well, how about you keep
your opinions to yourself?
You see a crime being
committed, you let us know.
You don't like where
you live? Move.
This is bullshit,
okay? I am a taxpayer.
I demand to make a statement.
All right, let's
make a statement.
What kind of car was it?
I don't know what
kind of car it was!
I was looking at the black guy!
DISPATCHER: In 19, disregard
the call about the stolen minivan.
HARVEY: Yeah, well,
don't let it get to you.
Assholes everywhere on this job.
- Not just civilian.
- You hold up okay.
When I started out, I had armor.
I was goddamn bulletproof.
Now the wind just
blows right through me.
You just got to let it go.
J.M.: 19-7, requesting support.
Alley running north of
Saint-Zotique, east of Bordeaux.
19-2 responding.
What's your situation?
J.M.: I got a party
running out of control.
NICK: What's the
alleged crime here?
I just told you...
Party's getting rowdy.
Let me clarify.
You're requesting backup
for a noise complaint?
Fucking...
Would you like to
break it up alone?
- 19-2, are you responding?
- Fuck. Take it easy!
Copy. We're nearly there.
[Rock music plays,
indistinct shouting]
MAN: Yeah!
What the fuck is
your problem, man?
I call for backup, and
you bust my balls on air?
I'm not the one who needs
backup for a noise complaint.
That's 'cause
it's protocol, Nick.
You know, protocol?
Anyways, I ran the address.
It's Derek the Boot's house.
The place is filled
with Loaded Dice.
That's a bike gang.
Is it?
They still have the
right to have a party.
Look, I got complaints.
That would be plural.
So, I mean, what's
the matter, man? Huh?
You got some
friends up in there?
I'll take the west
side of the alley.
[Engine turns over]
Dick.
[Music continues,
indistinct shouting]
MAN: Aw, crap!
Just fuck it, man.
Yo, cops.
Damn.
MAN #2: Let's get
the hell out of here.
MAN #3: They got
us surrounded, guys!
MAN #4: Whoa!
Hey, there.
Have a beer. Join the party.
Who's the resident?
It's his birthday.
Yeah. We're not
doing anything wrong.
Can you get him for us, please?
Now!
Yeah, okay.
- WOMAN: Come on, guys. Relax.
- Back off.
- [Crowd cheering]
- Whoo-hoo!
Whoo-hoo!
WOMAN: See? Look,
guys. Relax. Have some fun.
All right, girls. Settle down.
Just, please,
back off, all right?
BEN: Everybody back up.
NICK: We're not
looking for any trouble.
- BEN: Back up.
- What's the problem?
We're gonna need you to
turn your music down, sir.
What's wrong with the music?
We just told you! It's too loud!
Shut it off!
It's my birthday, man!
- Come down, sir.
- For what?!
Sir, I don't want
to yell at you.
Come down so we can talk.
Ah, fuck.
- Back up!
- [Indistinct shouting]
Back off. Just back up. Back up.
That's what I said. Back up.
- Get that music turned off.
- NICK: Just back up!
Hey, it's my birthday, man!
NICK: Hey, this
is not a discussion.
- You got that right!
- Hey, hey, sir.
We're not here to
bust up your party.
We had a noise complaint.
We have to respond.
It's my birthday party.
It's the middle of
the fucking afternoon.
Leave me the fuck alone.
Hey!
- Watch your mouth, dickwad.
- Get off my property.
J.M.: When I say "back
up," I mean back up!
Everybody, back up!
I said, "Get the
fuck off my property"!
Get off my property!
MAN: Get your hands off me!
NICK: Hey, you're under
arrest. You're under arrest.
Happy birthday, asshole.
Stay back! Stay back.
- Get off!
- WOMAN: Get off!
[Indistinct shouting]
Back up! Back up!
- BEN: Hold still!
- Get off!
Stay down!
Get off me!
- Hey!
- NICK: Back off! Stay back!
Get your hands off of him!
Back up! Back up!
I will make you eat
this, I swear to God!
It's his house! Stop them!
- Nice nose.
- I'm still prettier than you.
Stop them!
Eat some fried chicken!
Fried chicken!
Bitch! Bitch! Fried chicken!
- Go! Come on!
- J.M.: Back off!
Back off! Out of my way!
Stay back!
Don't come near me!
Don't come near me!
Shut up! Shut up!
Quit kicking!
Shake it! Shake it! Whoo!
- Yeah!
- MAN: The car!
[Crowd cheering]
- BEN: Shit!
- BILL: Yeah! Keep going!
[Cheering continues]
Hey, wait! Wait! That's my ma!
Ma!
Hey, Bruno, pick her up!
You shut your ugly ass up!
She'll get run the hell over
if you don't stop that shit.
- You hear me?
- BEN: 19-2. We need backup.
Hey, I got to know
about my mother.
Yeah.
Can you check on
my mother, please?
Yeah, yeah. We'll
get right on it.
[Buzzer, door opens]
BEN: Sit at the end
of the counter, sir.
He wants to call his mom.
Nick. A minute?
NICK: Yeah.
- What happened to you guys?
- Birthday party.
You're not going solo.
It's not gonna
happen, all right?
He's the commander.
He wants to keep
you with Chartier.
You sure Bambi's
not stooling on me?
I don't know.
Your desk is right there. If
they're talking, you'd know.
They're not talking.
Chartier says he's not.
I believe him.
I don't like the guy,
but he's not like that.
- I told you... He's a good cop.
- [Sighs]
I still know Gendron's planning
on getting rid of me, though.
Listen...
Nick, the guy's a
politician. Stop lipping off.
He'll find someone
else to pick on.
No, he's not moving on.
Who isn't... him or you?
Who's the one
looking for a fight here?
HARVEY: It's the brass,
Nick. You can't win.
The job's not
like it used to be.
You can't make your
own calls no more.
You can't kick in doors,
give some wife beater
what he deserves.
Nobody trusts us.
Sure, when they need you,
they give you a
little pat on the head
like you're a dog that's
done something good.
I'm no dog.
Goddamn politicians
are all over us now.
Stay off the guy's radar, okay?
Stop getting in his face.
This isn't like the old days.
You're gonna have
to do things his way.
Right.
Be a good dog.
Just be a good cop.
Is there a difference?
[Vehicle approaching]
DISPATCHER: We have a
child in a car in the parking lot
at 2700 Durocher.
The caller says it's been
there more than an hour.
BEN: Ah, man. How
long is this gonna take?
- NICK: I don't know.
- MAN: What do you want us to do?
- [Cellphone rings]
- Inside out?
- Vacuum the carpet?
- Yeah?
Hey. Um, Theo's in the hospital.
Is he okay?
He was playing
soccer. He hurt his arm.
It's not serious.
Well, he's in the hospital.
It's got to be serious.
Nick, I have a rape
victim in 10 minutes.
I feel terrible, but I can't go.
[Sighs]
Okay. What hospital?
St. Francis.
[Sighs] I'll let you know.
ISABELLE: Thank you.
My kid broke his arm.
Aw, shit.
[Engine turns over]
- AUDREY: Hi, there.
- Hey.
Mwah.
So, I hear you're
joining our squad.
- That's the plan.
- That'll be great.
- AUDREY: Yeah.
- Oh, look.
A clown car.
With some real clowns in it.
Hey, you like that? Dig in.
- Hey, Audrey.
- Hey.
- Come on.
- [Breathes deeply]
What? Like you don't look?
She's not married.
Hey, Nick. Why don't you
mind your own business?
Hey, go see your kid. I
logged you out for lunch.
Thanks.
You're on solo
till he gets back.
Wash the goddamn car.
- It's a disgrace.
- Yes, sir.
That's three of us solo. Three.
This is bullshit, sir.
You know it's
welfare day, right?
What am I supposed to
do? I don't have the men.
I don't know. Don't
put out the cars, then.
Don't worry about me.
I'm looking forward to it.
Way to go, hero.
I told you... You should
have asked them to look at it.
I'll be fine. I got to
get back on shift.
I'll drop you at Nicole's.
She'll take you till Mom's off.
Nah, I have to go to school.
No, you don't. It's okay.
You know what? Screw it.
Let's go to the amusement
park, ride a roller coaster.
I'll call in sick.
You can't.
You can't take off. It's
the first of the month.
What do you know about that?
You know... welfare day.
I really do have
to go back, though.
We have a
presentation in science,
and Guillaume's
gonna look like an idiot
if they make him try
and do it by himself, so...
- Guillaume is an idiot.
- [Chuckles]
DISPATCHER: In 19,
apparently someone has
stolen a garbage truck.
J.M.: Full or empty?
DISPATCHER: Apparently full.
Stolen while the driver
was paying for gas.
BEATRICE: Who the
hell steals garbage?
J.M.: Uh, I'm sort of thinking
they wanted the truck.
TYLER: What are they
gonna do with a garbage truck?
J.M.: Maybe they're dumping
shit in the river. Toxic waste.
BEATRICE: The shit
Vince puts in his hair?
J.M.: [Laughs] Oh!
Hey, hello!
Hey!
Hi.
There's a guy in the
laundromat with no clothes on.
- Aw, geez.
- It's really disgusting.
Okay, hold on.
MAN: Go, go. Get past the man.
WOMAN: Have fun.
Hi, there.
Everything all right?
Sir, where are your clothes?
In here?
MAN: Yeah.
Well, I think these
will do for now.
- Put them on.
- Um... they're damp.
You can walk around for
a little while. They'll dry.
You know what?
All of these are dry.
[Cellphone rings]
Yeah?
Barron. I'm back on.
At the precinct.
Come pick me up.
All right. Yeah, I'll be
there in 10 minutes.
Okay.
- [Laughs]
- Hey! Hey!
Hey! Pull your
pants. Get them up!
Come on. You
think this is funny?
You're going in the
back of a police car.
- Is that funny?
- But...
Put your hands behind your
back. Put them behind your back.
[Handcuffs click]
Move.
How's your kid? Is he all right?
- Good.
- Good.
Well, you know how
to use a car wash.
It's great to have you back.
Hey, what's this?
I picked up a naked
guy in a laundromat.
He's still got his pants off.
Aw, shit.
We'll let booking handle him.
BEN: Must have
got his hands in front.
Hey!
You make a mess back there,
I'll make a mess out of
you, my friend. You hear me?
- Huh?
- [Engine turns over]
Put your clothes on!
OFFICER: Gonna have to
wash the inside and the outside.
NICK: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Funny.
Whoa, whoa.
[Vehicle approaching]
[Vehicle beeping]
- BEN: Hey!
- NICK: Hey!
BEN: Stop!
NICK: Shut it off!
Shut it down!
She steals my money.
She takes my whole check.
You drink your whole check!
Well, then give me
my goddamn beer!
Is that too much to ask?
Look, we're gonna need you to
come down from there, all right?
She's having me evicted.
Where am I gonna go?
We'll figure something out.
Just come down, please.
BEN: You're his landlord?
WOMAN: He's two months behind.
You can't get them out.
Like cockroaches!
Easy. Watch your step.
Sir? Sir?
Put your hands in front
of you like this, please.
You got some place to go?
[Handcuffs click]
We'll help you figure
something out, okay?
I just want my beer.
BEN: I could go for one
of those myself right now.
Let's go.
So, just take it
easy, all right, guys?
[Vehicle door closes]
I was having trouble
with that earlier.
NICK: Your feet can't
reach the pedals?
BEN: You realize you're
shorter than me, right?
NICK: There's a car
wash down the street.
Let me in! Please! God!
Let me in! Please, God!
Hey, hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Ma'am, ma'am! Calm down!
- Stay away from me!
- BEN: It's okay.
- Stay away.
- We're here to help you.
Can you tell us what's wrong?
- We're here to help.
- Don't touch... Don't touch me.
BEN: We won't touch you.
- Hey! It's okay.
- No, no.
- It's okay.
- Let me in the car, please.
BEN: Absolutely. Hey,
hey, hey, hey! It's okay.
I'm gonna help
you in the car, okay?
Nice and easy. We're
gonna put you in the car.
- We're gonna put you in the car.
- NICK: 19-2.
We're gonna need an
ambulance at Ottawa and Shannon.
- No!
- Whoa! Hey!
- You can't do that.
- Aah! Don't touch me!
- Aah! [Crying]
- Hey, hey! Hey!
Hey, hey! What are you doing?
You don't have to
be so rough with her!
- BEN: Damn it.
- NICK: All right. Sorry.
- I'm sorry.
- [Handcuffs clicking]
- The ambulance is coming.
- Come on!
You're twice her size, buddy!
BEN: Come on. Keep moving.
Come on, man. Get out
of here. Keep moving!
- WOMAN: No!
- That's not necessary.
- What are you doing, buddy?
- BEN: Keep moving! Come on!
- Move along! Come on, man.
- All right.
- Let us do our job.
- I'm filming you guys.
BEN: Yeah, and I'm telling
you to let us do our job.
- Keep moving.
- Don't touch me!
Get in the car.
WOMAN: [Screaming]
- [Crying] No!
- NICK: Easy.
[Siren wailing]
You okay?
MAN: What's your address, ma'am?
- [Police radio chatter]
- OFFICER: We're on our way.
You good for drinks tonight?
BEN: God, man.
Are you kidding me?
I'm still hurting
from last night.
Well, you got to build
up your tolerance, bro.
That's the point.
MAN: Bobby, will
you take over for me?
Ooh. Like that?
I always fall
for straight girls.
Yeah, me too.
Right, people. Night
shift is down three cars.
I need overtime.
I want money. I'm in.
All right. J.M.,
you ride with him?
I can't. I told
you... I got plans.
I need you. Your name's been
at the top of the list for a week.
[Sighs]
No. I need 48 hours' notice.
I'll give you
notice, Brouillard.
You want to play work-to-rule?
I'll grieve your ass every day.
Sorry.
I have an engagement.
Vince, you're riding with me.
- Chartier?
- Yeah, I can take a solo.
No solos tonight.
Nick, I need
bodies. Help me out?
Yeah.
All right, that's two cars.
Bear, you and
Tyler can take a car?
- You got it, Sarge.
- TYLER: Jesus Christ, Bear.
- Thanks for asking.
- I'm not gonna ask.
Yeah, well, guess
who's buying dinner.
BEATRICE: Buy your own dinner!
NICK: [Laughs]
Hey.
Take them.
[Bell chiming]
OFFICER: 14-21, we're on
Papineau. We'll look into it.
We'll check a little further
up. Then we'll come back.
[Both chuckle]
I kept my cool,
though, didn't I?
That's not every day
someone's mother
comes after you with a crowbar.
[Both laugh]
NICK: I hope not.
But we dealt with it, though.
We didn't have to hurt nobody.
Which probably means we'll
have to be back there next Friday.
Yeah.
You still not sure you're
in it for the long haul?
Come on, man. It'd
take more than that.
- Nick.
- What?
Two bodies behind a supermarket.
NICK: Yeah, we'll
never get the car washed.
[Indistinct conversation]
MAN: Just make sure
I can see both of them.
MAN #2: Yeah.
MAN #3: There's
one over here, boys.
DISPATCHER: Individuals
need medical attention right away.
MAN #4: Okay.
MAN #5: Watch
it there! Watch it!
WOMAN: Any I.D.?
MAN #6: Hey, Jimmy,
give me a hand.
- At least it don't stink.
- BEN: Come on.
OFFICER: 72-45. I'm on it.
MAN: All right,
this area is good.
MAN #2: Yeah, we're
gonna get on that.
WOMAN: I don't have a
clear photo of the dress.
- What are you looking for?
- See what I can see.
Double O.D.s?
Yeah, it looks like it.
The needle's still in her leg.
Which is why we should
hand it off to the coroner.
No. Homicide's
gonna want to see this.
They should be here already.
I'm going for some fresh air.
- You look tired.
- NICK: [Sighs]
I'm on a double.
See anything?
The Baggies are different.
MAN: They're taking the truck!
BEN: The ones over here
are all mostly the same,
but the one over
there... It's different.
I can't find any
other pink ones.
Maybe it's a bad batch.
BEN: It was for them.
We should go away on a weekend.
I know a great spa
near Quebec City.
I think you'd like it.
I got Theo on the weekends.
Well, not every weekend.
I'm not much of a spa guy.
Maybe something else.
Forensics says we
can cover the bodies.
OFFICER: Panicked
because an unidentified male
approached them.
We got to try and help out.
Don't moon. It's pathetic.
I'm not mooning. I'm planning.
DISPATCHER: Copy.
I'll make the call now.
Hi, Nicole. It's Isabelle.
Um, I'm running behind.
Any chance you can
stop by my place for a bit?
And how old are they?
AUDREY: 19?
BEATRICE: Yeah.
Can't be more than that.
Sad.
ISABELLE: I don't
have a choice, Nick.
You want me to leave
him alone all night?
- Take him home with you.
- Again.
It kind of never
stops with those two.
This has got to stop.
Oh, Ben can ride solo.
No solos on welfare day.
He's your son. Stop dumping
him every five minutes.
I am not dumping him.
I'm asking his father
to look after him.
NICK: Don't do that.
It's not about wanting to
spend time with Theo or not.
It's about you respecting
what we agreed.
I can't leave, Nick! I have
to hand off to homicide.
It's not even a
fucking homicide!
That's up to them.
OFFICER: 21-6. We're on our way.
We just left Notre
Dame heading north.
HOULE: What is your problem?
Is this a joke to you?
That is your police
car, God damn it!
You get it cleaned now!
MAN: Excuse me.
There's a lady inside.
- What about her?
- MAN: She fell down.
She won't get up.
Um, she's pregnant.
Should we call for an ambulance?
- Go.
- MAN: Yeah.
In here.
All right, ma'am. Are you okay?
[Breathes sharply]
Do you need us to
call you an ambulance?
No, I'm fine.
Have you hurt yourself?
No. No.
Then why are you
lying on the ground?
I fainted, but I'm better now.
Okay.
Okay, well, let us help you up.
I don't want to get up.
Then we need to call
you an ambulance.
I think that's the best idea.
No! Help me up.
Okay. Nice and easy.
- All right, we got you.
- WOMAN: [Grunting]
MAN: I can't sell
that. It's ruined.
You want to press charges?
No.
- I want her to pay for it.
- If I could pay for it,
I wouldn't have to
stick it up my dress.
That's why I passed out.
It was so cold.
I never realized.
Someone's paying for it.
Otherwise, I'm
gonna make a charge.
Yeah.
How much?
40 bucks.
She'll need a bag.
Well, it was pretty funny
when she gave birth to a
Christmas turkey, though.
"Ma'am, we've
done the ultrasound.
We regret to inform
the baby is a turkey."
"And it's 22 pounds."
"But, Doctor, is
it a boy or a girl?"
"No, it's a damn turkey."
[Both laugh]
How pissed was the guy, too.
How can you not find
that even a little bit funny?
[Cellphone rings]
Yeah?
Nick [Sobs]
you have to help me.
He's lost it this time.
Okay, okay.
We'll be right there.
- [Crying]
- J.M.: Let me in!
[Pounding on door]
Justine!
I said, "Open the fucking door"!
[Door rattling]
- Justine!
- [Pounding on door]
Justine?
Straight ahead. Go.
- Where are we going?
- [Siren wailing]
NICK: Rosemont.
- Just go.
- [Engine revs]
Damn it!
- JUSTINE: [Crying]
- J.M.: Justine!
Let me in, baby.
- [Pounding on door]
- Justine!
Justine, open the door, okay?
Let me in.
You don't want me getting
upset out here now, do you?
- [Sobs]
- Open the fucking door!
[Pounding on door]
[Groans]
You like talking on
the phone, do you?
Huh?
Who were you talking to? Huh?!
Let's see this. Who? Who?
Who?!
[Grunts]
JUSTINE: Please don't!
You want to talk
on the phone, huh?
Who you talking to,
huh? Who you talking to?
Hey!
You want to hit someone? Hit me.
- Hit me.
- It's okay.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
It's okay, it's okay.
It's over. It's over.
Get him out of here!
Okay. It's over.
- It's all over.
- [Sniffles]
[Sighs] I am so sorry, baby.
You know I'm sorry.
I love you.
I don't know what happened.
Look...
I don't know what happened.
All right?
I don't know what happened.
I just lost control.
I just [Breathes shakily]
Oh, I'm sorry.
I don't know what...
I'm not gonna
do it again. I just...
need a little help.
I just need some help.
Okay?
And I can't lose my
job over this, man.
Lose your job? You're going
to jail, you son of a bitch.
- Whoa, man.
- What, are you stupid?
No, no, no.
No, he can't go to
jail, Nick. He's a cop.
- Justine...
- You have to promise me.
You can't let him.
Justine, what are
you talking about?
You have to promise
me. You can't let him.
Nick...
[Sighs] I won't.
Are you're listening to this?
This is bullshit!
You put him in cuffs,
and you call it in!
JUSTINE: No! No, you can't!
- [Crying] He can't go to jail.
- Yes, he can.
No. Nick, you promised
you wouldn't say anything.
Nick!
I won't help you.
I'll say I was
attacked in the park.
Okay! All right!
Settle down.
Just take it easy, okay?
We can't.
Please.
Please.
I'm begging you.
He's gonna get help.
That's right.
BEN: Shut up!
I'm gonna get help.
Shut up!!
I'm not gonna do it again.
- You want to go in cuffs?!
- Hey, hey, hey!
Shut your mouth.
You do it again,
I'll kill you myself.
You won't charge him?
Move out. Pack
your bags right now.
There are places that
will take you. Let's go.
No, you don't understand.
We live here.
We're not going anywhere. Yeah.
We're not going anywhere.
I'll make coffee.
It's just gonna
have to be this way.
[Scoffs]
Pack your shit.
You're going to a hotel.
- You can't stay here.
- This is my home.
Get out!
- All right.
- Why aren't you listening to me?
- I'll pack my bags.
- Why aren't you fucking moving?
You think I'm fucking
kidding right now?
- You think I'm fucking kidding?!
- Get off!
- All right!
- BEN: Get the fuck out!
I'm gone.
[Crying]
[Door opens, slams]