19-2 (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Home - full transcript
Ben takes a sick day to go home to work things out with his father who he had arrested for a hit and run while drunk; Nick is partnered with his nemesis, who spreads a rumor that Nick is warning a drug gang when police raids are scheduled.
Previously on "19-2"...
He's your father, Ben!
He's your father!
Hey. Another day,
another message.
I miss you. I miss
hearing your voice.
You do it again,
I'll kill you myself.
I want you on my squad, Ben.
I want you working with me.
HOULE: Nick, people
want to see him.
You got to talk to me before
you do something like that.
I'm his guardian.
He's on medication. You
don't pour gin down his throat.
Come on. Harvey
said you were a hotshot.
That's your bullet in
his head! Your bullet!
When a Montreal
cop fires his weapon,
the province investigates.
I was cleared.
You want to know what
they're saying about you?
I have a problem.
Nick Barron...
He's not fit for duty.
That man is not in control.
[Line rings]
Hey, this is Catherine.
Leave a message.
[Beeps]
WOMAN'S VOICE:
This voicemail is full.
Please try again later.
[Cellphone thuds]
OFFICER ON RADIO: 34-6,
we're coming up to De Lorimier.
DISPATCHER: Copy that.
Taking a sick day tomorrow.
You don't look sick.
No, I got to go home
and tie up some loose
ends around the house.
NICK: Mm.
What's home, again? Lachute?
Morin-Heights.
Ah, right.
When are you going
to the other shift?
I don't know if I am.
Look, I didn't ask
for a transfer, okay?
- They just need a guy.
- [Cellphone rings]
NICK: Yeah, they
just need a guy.
Don't worry. I'm not
gonna cry about it.
Hello?
Hey! Get off your
goddamn cellphone!
When?
All right, wait.
We're coming by.
ZOÉ: We've done everything
we can for him here.
NICK: You told me he'd
keep showing improvements.
- Up to a year.
- Might show improvement.
He's stabilized, and
that's good news.
You call this good news?
There is a certain amount
of irreversible damage
done to his brain.
Mr. Barron, I think you need
to realign your expectations.
Where are you sending him?
Violette Duguay.
We're gonna continue to
work with him as an outpatient.
But he doesn't need a
bed here, and others do.
Violette Duguay is a graveyard.
He was lucky to find a
spot anywhere in the city.
Lucky?
Hey, pal.
Your girlfriend says you're
making good progress.
You'll be up and
out of here in no time.
[Siren wailing]
WOMAN: Copy, 19-2.
DISPATCHER: 7385 Sanguinet.
Report of, and I quote,
"A really bad smell coming from
an elderly woman's residence."
19-2. We're not far off.
Copy, 19-2.
[Banging on door]
- I don't see anybody in there.
- No.
All right, ma'am, go ahead.
Ohh.
All right. Just go
back down and wait.
BEN: Is there anyone here?
NICK: Hello?
BEN: Hello?
Police. Hello?
NICK: [Coughs]
BEN: Police. Hello?
Chartier.
BEN: Jesus.
[Coughs]
- Aaaaah!
- Oh! Shit!
We need an ambulance,
7385 Sanguinet.
Hey, hey. Okay, okay.
You're gonna be all right.
Ambulance is on
its way, all right?
Officer Hamelin.
What's that "B" stand for?
Beatrice.
Beatrice.
Nice.
Doesn't look like a
caretaker's been here in a while.
Shit.
[Cellphone rings]
Chartier.
Yeah, copy that.
Hey.
Gendron wants to see me.
Nice knowing you.
How do you know I
don't have a girlfriend?
She doesn't bother me.
Bring her along.
Use it.
Sergeant Dougas here
wants you on his shift.
Well, what can I
say? I'm flattered.
It's true.
They need some
size on that shift.
Better believe it.
What do you say?
Well, if that's where I'm
needed, that's where I'll go.
Loyal and obedient.
He's like a human canine.
I hear things aren't too rosy
with you and Nick Barron.
Well, Nick and Ben are
not exactly soul mates.
It's nothing I
can't handle, sir.
Well, I'm glad to hear it
'cause I think you've been
a positive influence on Nick,
and I'd like to see it continue.
Whoa, wait a
minute, wait a minute.
I need the farm boy,
the farm boy needs me.
Everybody's happy.
How about you, Chartier?
Where do you want to go?
Well, with, uh, all
due respect, sir,
I'd prefer to stay where I am.
- I don't like to give up.
- [Groans] He's too perfect.
All right.
Chartier stays where he
is, Melancon goes to nights.
Unless there are any objections.
No. If those two
get along, I'm happy.
Thank you, gentlemen.
We could have been something.
- Sorry.
- Ah.
Sir, uh, I got to
take a sick day.
Got some things to take care of.
Fill out a sick-day request.
- It's on your desk.
- Thank you.
So, what's the deal?
Gonna make Chartier
your new helper monkey?
He's a reliable officer.
I wish I had more.
Dismissed.
[Indistinct talking]
Hey. You get a name
on the caretaker?
What caretaker?
You know, the old lady
who nearly starved to death.
- Caretaker stopped showing up.
- Oh, right. No.
I got a name from
social services,
but it's out of date.
Apparently, someone new
took over three months ago.
- Who?
- Still tracking it down.
- What's it to you?
- It pisses me off.
Is the old woman okay?
She's still in the hospital,
but she's gonna be fine.
They're trying to
place her. Somewhere.
Hopefully. She's on a list.
Yeah. Harvey too.
Well, that's good.
Yeah. It's great.
You find the caretaker,
I want the bust, okay?
Okay.
I need you to fill
these out, please.
But I don't have
all his information.
Just fill in what you can.
[Chuckles] They
put one in you too.
HARVEY: [Groaning]
Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey!
[Mumbling]
Yeah, yeah.
Yo, man, the cripple?
You can't move him in here.
Yeah, I know. I
need a bigger place.
How big?
Three bedrooms at least.
What else you
got in the building?
Nothing right now.
What about those
Haitians on the fifth floor?
They're moving out.
Look, this is no
place for a wheelchair.
I got no ramps, no access.
No problem. The
chair fits in the elevator.
It's a liability.
If there's a fire,
I'm a dead man.
Not to mention the
man in the wheelchair.
What about your other buildings?
Well, what can you afford?
Come on, man. You
know what I can afford.
[Chuckling]
Okay, okay.
Give me a day.
Let me think it over.
DISPATCHER:
down the front stairs.
She can't walk.
Whoa!
It just got super
less ugly here.
- NICK: Hey.
- Hey.
Welcome.
Thank you.
J.M.: Ah, don't worry about him.
You'll find out on this shift,
there's the good and the bad.
You need anything,
you just phone me, huh?
- AUDREY: All right, J.M.
- Attagirl.
[Exhales sharply]
She wants it.
Listen up.
Bourassa, Nadeau, 19-9.
Lunch will be at 11:00.
Vince, you will be 19-6
with Pouliot, lunch at noon.
What? Rookie luck.
- You know I got it, baby.
- [Laughs]
Beatrice, Tyler's expected
back tomorrow or the day after.
I'm keeping 19-4 for you.
J.M., traffic, solo.
J.M.: You know
what? That's all right.
It'll give us a little time
to let the tension build,
let things just simmer,
know what I mean?
- [Laughter]
- HOULE: Okay, okay.
Barron, due for
qualification on the range.
After that, 19-2 with Santorini.
That's it, folks.
Take care of each
other out there.
Sergeant, I need
Santorini in the office,
so why don't you put
Barron with, uh, J.M.?
No, Barron and J.M.
do not play nice together.
Is there anyone that
Barron gets along with?
He works for you, remember?
Not the other way around.
Hey.
I'm putting you out
with Brouillard, all right?
I need Santorini.
What? J.M.?
Man! Pssh!
Chartier's got some
short-ass legs, huh?
Just quit dicking
around with it.
In 14, 19-42.
[Gunshot, wings flapping]
Hey, drinking in uniform, huh?
[Laughs] Look at this.
- How are you doing, man?
- Ah, good to see you, man.
- You too, man.
- Yeah, I just got off.
- Yeah?
- What are you doing here?
- I'm just back for the day.
- Yeah? How's Catherine?
She doesn't know I'm here yet.
Why not?
Figured I'd surprise her.
Oh, yeah?
Women do love
surprises, don't they?
Hey, these targets don't
empty themselves, you know?
Oh, yeah?
You gonna show
us how big-city living
has affected your
long game, huh?
[Clicking tongue]
[Gunshot]
[Gunshot]
Okay, then.
You know...
you're pissing away
your best years on patrol.
You know that. You
should be frigging tactical.
Nah. I like patrol.
You get to talk
to people, at least.
Yeah, people at their worst.
Eh, at their best,
at their worst.
You get more calls in the city.
- You like it down there?
- Yeah, sure.
I miss it here
sometimes, though.
Yeah? Well, welcome back.
[Breathing unsteadily]
[Exhales sharply]
BELINSKI: Whenever
you're ready, Nick.
Let me go again.
Is this the first time you've
fired your weapon since?
Since what?
Since Harvey.
Yeah, why?
Just asking.
- Just let me go again.
- It's all right.
I'm not gonna put
this on the record.
Take a minute.
- I'm sorry.
- Hey, shut up "sorry."
Don't worry about it. We'll
get you back into shape.
[Gun cocks]
- [Gunshots]
- Ah!
Fuck!
Hey, officer. Want
to see a dead body?
What are you talking about?
Give me five
bucks. I'll show you.
Come on, lady.
Don't waste our time.
All right. This one, it's on me.
Come on. I-I'll show you.
Christ. Fresh cup of coffee.
NICK: Let's see what she's got.
VAL: Here we are.
Okay, where's the body?
It's not far. It's not far.
Come on. Come on,
come on, come on.
Shit. That's Johnny Appleseed.
VAL: You know him?
NICK: Everyone does.
J.M.: Guy's sleeping.
VAL: Oh, no, no.
He's dead. He's dead.
19-2... We're gonna need
an ambulance down here
at 2000 Ontario East.
Who the hell is
Johnny Appleseed?
Man's a legend.
He's the godfather
of all tweakers.
Yeah, okay. Honestly,
just forget I asked, all right?
No, no, no. Educate the man.
All day, every day,
Johnny, he'd be scoring.
Every corner, every
crack, every stairwell,
he could tweak over ground
that had been tweaked over
two times and still find crumbs.
Big crumbs. He had,
like, second sight.
But the most amazing thing was
he wouldn't toke a grain
until he got set up for the night.
He'd go like 16
hours, just saving up.
All for a 20-minute high.
You got to admire it.
The man was pure Zen.
That's wonderful.
I'm glad you two
shared a moment.
Look, I'm gonna
check his vitals.
You're not gonna find any.
Guy's always sitting
around, smoking crack,
whatever, huffing.
Oh, shit.
VAL: Oh.
Jesus Christ!
Oh, man, Johnny!
J.M.: Well...
At least we know he's dead.
NICK: You're an idiot.
J.M.: What?
[Sighs]
What are you doing here?
I've been trying to get
ahold of you for five days.
I was working.
I was having a training
course in Rimouski.
There's no cell
coverage in Rimouski?
Are you really gonna
make a big deal out of this?
You don't even think to call
and let me know what's going on?
That doesn't even occur to you?
Okay.
I'm sorry.
I'm stuck in the city.
I have no idea
what's going on here.
Why are you making me feel
like I've done something wrong?
I haven't.
I was worried.
I was driving myself crazy.
You're here now.
Who was that guy
who dropped you off?
- Shh.
- Who was he?
Just stop it.
Shh.
Get back. There's cops coming.
OFFICER: 28-9, copy that.
J.M.: What do we have here?
NICK: Relax. I know that guy.
OFFICER #2: 36-8. We
need medics at 218 Flaubert.
Lex.
Quite the menace
up in that thing, huh?
Looks like your chair got
away from you, huh, buddy?
Yeah.
No, get off of me! Get off.
Come on, we got to get
you off the side of the street
here first, all right?
You need to get your hands off
of me and go find my dog, man.
NICK: What happened to your dog?
Some fool just rolled
up, revving their engine.
Shit backfired, she
got spooked and ran off.
Is that right?
Hey! Don't touch my chair, man.
I'm trying to help you.
- Just don't touch my shit.
- Fine.
Ah, come on!
That's an expensive
piece of machinery, man.
J.M.: Yeah, yeah. Whatever.
Okay, boys. Let's see
some identification.
This supposed to be you?
You guys got any drugs?
Knives, guns? No?
[Grunts]
You know this guy?
You don't know
this guy, huh? No?
Are you gonna stand there, or
are you gonna look for my dog?
Well, if we don't get you
off the side of the road,
I'm gonna have to write
you up for jaywalking.
- Jaywalking?
- Mm-hmm.
Does it look like I was
walking, motherfucker?
Keep talking back, we'll
see what else I make up.
- Let's go.
- All right, all right.
J.M.: see you guys
hanging around, man,
I'm telling you.
NICK: What's your dog's name?
Dimp-Dimp.
J.M.: All right, boys.
That's right... Dimp-Dimp.
Dimp-Dimp?
Turn around. Let's
go. Against the wall.
You understand I'm
gonna frisk you, yeah?
- NICK: This is your spot, right?
- My what?
This is your spot.
You know it. I know it.
Dimp-Dimp knows it.
She'll be back. Don't worry.
Yeah, sure.
J.M.
I'm in the middle
of something here.
NICK: Let's go. Now.
If Dimp-Dimp doesn't come back,
you can come
down to the station,
we can write up a
report for the SPCA.
How's that sound?
SPCA kills dogs,
man. That's all they do.
What?
- We're done here.
- We're done?
You're not gonna
run this piece of shit?
He's got a whole operation here.
That's not what
we came here to do.
Not what we...
Oh, that's right,
I forgot, Nick...
You got a real soft
spot for cripples.
Good police work.
This is your lucky
day, boys, I got to say.
[Car door closes]
And now that I
know who you are...
You see my face? You
don't want to know me, okay?
[Engine turns over]
I come back around,
you guys are...
What the fuck?
Hey! Hey!
[Laughter]
You have got to be kidding me.
At least I got wheels.
Fool.
I'm still waiting
on the caretaker.
I'm working on it.
How long does it
take to get a name?
Social services screwed
up the paperwork.
What do you want me to do?
Look, the woman nearly died.
She was supposed to have
someone taking care of her.
You find a place for Harvey yet?
I'm gonna move him
in with me for a while.
In your apartment?
Are you serious?
I'm gonna find a bigger spot.
Nick, you can't.
What about Theo?
What about him?
Look, just find me
the caretaker, will you?
You're giving me orders now?
Please, Izzy.
Are those two separated or not?
Define "separated."
They used to roll together
back when she was
patrol, didn't they?
Five years.
I need a smoke.
Did he apologize at least?
BEATRICE: Yeah, yeah.
He's still a dick, though.
Well, looky here.
What?
- AUDREY: What's going on?
- Don't ask!
Jeez.
- Nice ride, J.M.
- Yeah, yeah.
[Cellphone rings]
Ced, what gwan?
CEDRIC: Nick, man, I got
that place for your friend.
Does it have wheelchair access?
- Yes, man, it does.
- Great!
- Come and see it.
- Yeah, I can come right now.
- All right.
- All right, cool.
[Engine turns over]
[Laughter]
Good one. That's a good one.
I taught her that joke.
- Thank you, sweetie.
- Thank you.
Appreciate it.
- Hey.
- Hey, buddy.
- What's up?
- Nothing.
- Move down.
- Pretty sure I'm sitting here.
- Yeah, let's go, rook. Come on.
- J.M.
All right, you big baby.
I'm gonna give
big daddy his seat.
J.M.: Attaboy.
Hey, where's Nick?
Probably slanging rock.
In case you haven't
noticed, J.M.'s full of shit.
Oh, yeah? I used
to partner with him.
I know what kind
of shit he's into.
Oh, yeah? What's that?
Nick came up in the Little
Burgundy projects, right?
We all have to come
from somewhere.
Okay, well, he used to
run with all those clowns.
Burgundy Massive,
the whole thing.
Now, you ever wonder why,
when we raid those buildings,
nobody ever finds nothing?
Maybe... Maybe
somebody tips them off.
Think about it.
I'm serious.
Where did you grow up, J.M.?
Me? Côtes-des-Neiges.
Oh.
Is that why you're such a
delicate little snowflake?
- [Laughs]
- The mouth on you.
[Smooches]
Oh, take it easy on
J.M. He's a precum baby.
[Laughter]
That's hilarious.
- Aw, did we hurt your feelings?
- AUDREY: I think we did.
- J.M.: Not bad, you bitch.
- We hurt your feelings.
It's so good to have you home.
I'm gonna go see my dad.
Really?
Yeah, I'm gonna try
to make things right.
I don't know if I can.
He's your father.
He'll forgive you.
Thank you.
Okay. Okay, that's that.
- That's that.
- What? What's what?
We can all go back to
our separate lives now.
Please. I'm tired. Don't.
You're not sleeping over.
I just want to lie here for
a while, if that's all right.
Yeah, just as long as
nobody knows, right?
It was so peaceful a minute ago.
What are you so afraid of?
I told you.
I don't want to hurt you.
Oh, please.
How long did you and
Isabelle keep it a secret, huh?
When you were partnered up.
A very, very long time.
That's what kept it fun.
- Fuck off.
- Ow! Hey.
I'm serious.
Stop saying you
don't want to hurt me.
And why is that?
Because I know it's a lie.
I already know what you're like.
- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
And what am I like?
So how's that rookie
working out for you?
AUDREY: Hmm.
He's sweet. Dumb.
Eating up all the
rumors about you.
The rumors about me?
What rumors about me?
Well, you know, all
that stuff J.M.'s talking
about you and the boys
from your old neighborhood.
Who?
Gangsters from Little Burgundy.
And what's he saying exactly?
I don't know. Nothing
really, you know?
He's just talking shit.
Say anything about
Harvey, about the shooting?
No.
[Sighs]
What?
Yeah.
Where are you going?
You wanted me to leave.
- I'm leaving.
- Oh, come on.
You know, nobody
actually listens to J.M.
DISPATCHER: Lieutenant
Mercier, please call 301.
What can I do for you, sunshine?
I want you to talk that
shit you've been talking.
To me.
Your little groupie been
whispering in your ear?
Come on, say that shit to me.
All right, Nick.
See, what I can't
get out of my head
is the guy who shot Harvey
fits the same
general description
as some homeboys
you used to roll with.
Oh, yeah? Describe him for me.
Sure.
Looks less like
Harvey, more like you.
Simple police work, Nick.
You want to talk
simple police work?
How about the
fact that you nearly
punched your wife into a coma?
Oh, yeah?
J.M.: [Groaning]
You mention my name
behind my back again,
and I'll haul Justine in here
and force her to
type up a statement.
You know what, Nick?
When Harvey got shot,
Internal came in here asking
me questions about you.
Yeah? And what did you say?
Nothing.
'Cause I ain't no rat.
What? Huh?
You want a sandwich
or something?
[Door closes]
Good job.
What's the latest
on Harvey's shooter?
There's nothing to hear.
The investigation is done.
Well, I hear the SQ's
still looking into it.
Looking into what?
The shooter's dead.
I don't know.
You want, I can ask around,
see where they're going with it.
[Sighs]
Discreetly.
Yeah, you got it.
Welcome, Ben.
Ben.
I don't have time to fill
out any goddamn forms.
I just want to know if
somebody found her or not.
How the hell am I
supposed to know, hmm?
Do I look like the
patron of East End dogs?
Yep, you do.
Yeah. I don't have
time for this shit.
Here, fill this out and get
out of my face, all right?
That's bogus.
Bullshit.
What did this machine cost you?
More than your whole damn
salary in a year, that's how much.
Besides, this is just
my weekend chair.
I got two more
thrones back home.
And receipts, I'm sure.
The department would be
very happy to seize all of those
and return them to
their rightful owner.
Oh, they're legit.
You'd be surprised how
many healthcare professionals
are good customers of mine.
How do you spell "shepherd"?
As in German-goddamn-shepherd.
[Whistling]
Brouillard.
Commander.
- Good day today?
- Always.
I heard there was an
incident with Barron.
Ah, no big deal. Nick's Nick.
You know, normally,
we don't like our guys
catching a cab in uniform.
Gotcha.
Hey.
If you ever have problems
with another officer,
you know, my door's always open.
Yeah, um...
No disrespect, sir, but I
prefer to work it out with Nick,
you know, man to man.
Of course.
Sir.
- [Footsteps]
- MRS. CHARTIER: [Sighs]
He's coming. He's
just washing up.
It's really good to see you.
You too.
[Door opens, closes]
- Where is he?
- Marc.
Mom, Mom.
What do you think
you're doing here?
Marc, stay out of it.
Stay out of it?! You
want me to stay out of it?!
Calm down!
What do you think is
gonna happen here, Ben?
You're gonna fix
everything with an apology?
I just want to talk to him.
No, you wanted to make sure
that everybody knew
you were a great cop!
- Well, you did it!
- Damn it, Marc.
That's not what this is
about, and you know it.
You're not allowed to
step foot in this house,
and I'm dead serious.
Would you rather
he killed somebody,
spend the rest
of his life in jail?
Come on, Ben! Come on!
You didn't need to
do it the way you did it!
Well, no one else was
gonna do anything about it!
Not you. Not Mom.
I worked like a dog,
and you got it all.
He paid for your school.
He took you to hockey
four times a week.
He treated you like a prince,
and you put him in cuffs!
That's it! That's it,
Marc! That's enough!
- Come on!
- MR. CHARTIER: Stop it!
Dad, you tell him
right now, Dad.
Tell him he's not
welcome in this house.
- MRS. CHARTIER: Marc...
- Mom.
Tell him, Dad.
There's no place for you here.
No.
I came to talk.
Let's talk.
Get out, you piece of shit.
You think you can
just crawl back?
I'm a piece of shit?
I'm a piece of shit?
You hit a kid with your
car and left him for dead
and came home for dinner
like nothing happened...
I'm in the wrong?
Fuck you. You coward.
Go back to Montreal.
[Door closes]
WOMAN ON P.A.: Physio,
pick up extension 2 please.
Physio, pick up extension 2.
They shouldn't be too
long. Then you can see him.
How often does
he have to do this?
Twice a week. It won't be long.
Can we have a nurse
to room 6, please?
It's fine. I was just leaving.
CEDRIC: This is
Cedric. Leave a message.
NICK: Hey, Ced. It's Nick.
Turns out I'm not gonna be able
to move my friend
in with me after all,
so, uh, I'm not gonna
need that apartment.
Thanks.
I tried.
He won't listen.
He's a stubborn old man.
You knew what would
happen when you arrested him.
Jesus Christ, Catherine.
I had no choice.
Why is this up to him?
I don't want you
running away again.
I'm not.
You said you'd come with me.
You hate it there.
I would too.
Well, then let's go
someplace else, start over.
I can't.
- Of course you can.
- Ben, my whole life is here.
Ben.
[Door opens]
Oh, Ben.
[Door closes]
The SQ ID'd Harvey's shooter.
Oh, yeah? Who is he?
Dominic Smith-Ward.
And what's his story?
Well, there's no
story to be told.
There's no priors.
Never been arrested.
Not even as a juvenile.
He's just some kid from
the Little Burgundy projects.
Did he run with the
Burgundy Massive?
I checked.
He's not on the list
of known affiliates.
But if he grew up
there, that's not a stretch.
- Family?
- Yeah, grandmother.
Says he was, you know,
framed and all the usual bullshit.
The gun is where the story is.
The SQ have linked
it to a few incidents
around those buildings...
Couple of robberies
and a murder in the
courtyard from two years ago.
- The same kid?
- No, it was other guys.
They're operating under the
theory it was a communal weapon.
So how did he get up
in the factory that night?
That's what the SQ's
trying to figure out.
Thought you were gone up north.
Yeah, looks like I'm back.
You hear Gendron
quashed your transfer?
- Mm.
- Any idea why?
Thinks we make a good team.
Gendron's an idiot.
Hey. Got a name
for the caretaker.
Solange Dubois. Address in NDG.
It's about time. Thank you.
I'll get changed.
Police! Open up!
Let's go around back.
Take a look down
here. I'll check upstairs.
Chartier.
[Coughs]
Oh, God.
19-2. We need
ident and a coroner.
- Look at this.
- DISPATCHER: Copy, 19-2.
What a stench. She's
been dead a few days.
Home invasion?
BEN: Looks like she was
going for the phone there.
- Yeah.
- No sign of a weapon.
Laptop.
Wallet's here.
What do you got?
Her inhaler.
19-2, coroner and ident
will be on site in 15 minutes.
Oh, shit.
Look at this.
There was no intruder. It
was just a freak accident.
She was going for her inhaler,
she couldn't get the drawer,
she collapsed trying
to get to the phone,
cracked her head and bled out.
Yeah, we got a problem.
She's got other clients.
I'll call social services.
LEX: Dimp-Dimp! Girl!
Hey, girl.
Give me the leash, man.
She knows who's boss.
Where you been, girl?
Man, you stink.
Where'd you find her?
At the shelter.
She was on doggie death
row till I got her a reprieve.
I owe you big-time.
How can I repay you?
NICK: All right, just
keep it straight, Harv.
You're doing great.
Ah.
If you need some
time, I can sign you out.
Yeah. Thanks.
It's okay, pal. We'll
get the hang of it.
Why don't you put me on
the curb with the garbage?
Come on, Harv.
Time to go home.
I'll take him from here.
This way.
He's your father, Ben!
He's your father!
Hey. Another day,
another message.
I miss you. I miss
hearing your voice.
You do it again,
I'll kill you myself.
I want you on my squad, Ben.
I want you working with me.
HOULE: Nick, people
want to see him.
You got to talk to me before
you do something like that.
I'm his guardian.
He's on medication. You
don't pour gin down his throat.
Come on. Harvey
said you were a hotshot.
That's your bullet in
his head! Your bullet!
When a Montreal
cop fires his weapon,
the province investigates.
I was cleared.
You want to know what
they're saying about you?
I have a problem.
Nick Barron...
He's not fit for duty.
That man is not in control.
[Line rings]
Hey, this is Catherine.
Leave a message.
[Beeps]
WOMAN'S VOICE:
This voicemail is full.
Please try again later.
[Cellphone thuds]
OFFICER ON RADIO: 34-6,
we're coming up to De Lorimier.
DISPATCHER: Copy that.
Taking a sick day tomorrow.
You don't look sick.
No, I got to go home
and tie up some loose
ends around the house.
NICK: Mm.
What's home, again? Lachute?
Morin-Heights.
Ah, right.
When are you going
to the other shift?
I don't know if I am.
Look, I didn't ask
for a transfer, okay?
- They just need a guy.
- [Cellphone rings]
NICK: Yeah, they
just need a guy.
Don't worry. I'm not
gonna cry about it.
Hello?
Hey! Get off your
goddamn cellphone!
When?
All right, wait.
We're coming by.
ZOÉ: We've done everything
we can for him here.
NICK: You told me he'd
keep showing improvements.
- Up to a year.
- Might show improvement.
He's stabilized, and
that's good news.
You call this good news?
There is a certain amount
of irreversible damage
done to his brain.
Mr. Barron, I think you need
to realign your expectations.
Where are you sending him?
Violette Duguay.
We're gonna continue to
work with him as an outpatient.
But he doesn't need a
bed here, and others do.
Violette Duguay is a graveyard.
He was lucky to find a
spot anywhere in the city.
Lucky?
Hey, pal.
Your girlfriend says you're
making good progress.
You'll be up and
out of here in no time.
[Siren wailing]
WOMAN: Copy, 19-2.
DISPATCHER: 7385 Sanguinet.
Report of, and I quote,
"A really bad smell coming from
an elderly woman's residence."
19-2. We're not far off.
Copy, 19-2.
[Banging on door]
- I don't see anybody in there.
- No.
All right, ma'am, go ahead.
Ohh.
All right. Just go
back down and wait.
BEN: Is there anyone here?
NICK: Hello?
BEN: Hello?
Police. Hello?
NICK: [Coughs]
BEN: Police. Hello?
Chartier.
BEN: Jesus.
[Coughs]
- Aaaaah!
- Oh! Shit!
We need an ambulance,
7385 Sanguinet.
Hey, hey. Okay, okay.
You're gonna be all right.
Ambulance is on
its way, all right?
Officer Hamelin.
What's that "B" stand for?
Beatrice.
Beatrice.
Nice.
Doesn't look like a
caretaker's been here in a while.
Shit.
[Cellphone rings]
Chartier.
Yeah, copy that.
Hey.
Gendron wants to see me.
Nice knowing you.
How do you know I
don't have a girlfriend?
She doesn't bother me.
Bring her along.
Use it.
Sergeant Dougas here
wants you on his shift.
Well, what can I
say? I'm flattered.
It's true.
They need some
size on that shift.
Better believe it.
What do you say?
Well, if that's where I'm
needed, that's where I'll go.
Loyal and obedient.
He's like a human canine.
I hear things aren't too rosy
with you and Nick Barron.
Well, Nick and Ben are
not exactly soul mates.
It's nothing I
can't handle, sir.
Well, I'm glad to hear it
'cause I think you've been
a positive influence on Nick,
and I'd like to see it continue.
Whoa, wait a
minute, wait a minute.
I need the farm boy,
the farm boy needs me.
Everybody's happy.
How about you, Chartier?
Where do you want to go?
Well, with, uh, all
due respect, sir,
I'd prefer to stay where I am.
- I don't like to give up.
- [Groans] He's too perfect.
All right.
Chartier stays where he
is, Melancon goes to nights.
Unless there are any objections.
No. If those two
get along, I'm happy.
Thank you, gentlemen.
We could have been something.
- Sorry.
- Ah.
Sir, uh, I got to
take a sick day.
Got some things to take care of.
Fill out a sick-day request.
- It's on your desk.
- Thank you.
So, what's the deal?
Gonna make Chartier
your new helper monkey?
He's a reliable officer.
I wish I had more.
Dismissed.
[Indistinct talking]
Hey. You get a name
on the caretaker?
What caretaker?
You know, the old lady
who nearly starved to death.
- Caretaker stopped showing up.
- Oh, right. No.
I got a name from
social services,
but it's out of date.
Apparently, someone new
took over three months ago.
- Who?
- Still tracking it down.
- What's it to you?
- It pisses me off.
Is the old woman okay?
She's still in the hospital,
but she's gonna be fine.
They're trying to
place her. Somewhere.
Hopefully. She's on a list.
Yeah. Harvey too.
Well, that's good.
Yeah. It's great.
You find the caretaker,
I want the bust, okay?
Okay.
I need you to fill
these out, please.
But I don't have
all his information.
Just fill in what you can.
[Chuckles] They
put one in you too.
HARVEY: [Groaning]
Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey!
[Mumbling]
Yeah, yeah.
Yo, man, the cripple?
You can't move him in here.
Yeah, I know. I
need a bigger place.
How big?
Three bedrooms at least.
What else you
got in the building?
Nothing right now.
What about those
Haitians on the fifth floor?
They're moving out.
Look, this is no
place for a wheelchair.
I got no ramps, no access.
No problem. The
chair fits in the elevator.
It's a liability.
If there's a fire,
I'm a dead man.
Not to mention the
man in the wheelchair.
What about your other buildings?
Well, what can you afford?
Come on, man. You
know what I can afford.
[Chuckling]
Okay, okay.
Give me a day.
Let me think it over.
DISPATCHER:
down the front stairs.
She can't walk.
Whoa!
It just got super
less ugly here.
- NICK: Hey.
- Hey.
Welcome.
Thank you.
J.M.: Ah, don't worry about him.
You'll find out on this shift,
there's the good and the bad.
You need anything,
you just phone me, huh?
- AUDREY: All right, J.M.
- Attagirl.
[Exhales sharply]
She wants it.
Listen up.
Bourassa, Nadeau, 19-9.
Lunch will be at 11:00.
Vince, you will be 19-6
with Pouliot, lunch at noon.
What? Rookie luck.
- You know I got it, baby.
- [Laughs]
Beatrice, Tyler's expected
back tomorrow or the day after.
I'm keeping 19-4 for you.
J.M., traffic, solo.
J.M.: You know
what? That's all right.
It'll give us a little time
to let the tension build,
let things just simmer,
know what I mean?
- [Laughter]
- HOULE: Okay, okay.
Barron, due for
qualification on the range.
After that, 19-2 with Santorini.
That's it, folks.
Take care of each
other out there.
Sergeant, I need
Santorini in the office,
so why don't you put
Barron with, uh, J.M.?
No, Barron and J.M.
do not play nice together.
Is there anyone that
Barron gets along with?
He works for you, remember?
Not the other way around.
Hey.
I'm putting you out
with Brouillard, all right?
I need Santorini.
What? J.M.?
Man! Pssh!
Chartier's got some
short-ass legs, huh?
Just quit dicking
around with it.
In 14, 19-42.
[Gunshot, wings flapping]
Hey, drinking in uniform, huh?
[Laughs] Look at this.
- How are you doing, man?
- Ah, good to see you, man.
- You too, man.
- Yeah, I just got off.
- Yeah?
- What are you doing here?
- I'm just back for the day.
- Yeah? How's Catherine?
She doesn't know I'm here yet.
Why not?
Figured I'd surprise her.
Oh, yeah?
Women do love
surprises, don't they?
Hey, these targets don't
empty themselves, you know?
Oh, yeah?
You gonna show
us how big-city living
has affected your
long game, huh?
[Clicking tongue]
[Gunshot]
[Gunshot]
Okay, then.
You know...
you're pissing away
your best years on patrol.
You know that. You
should be frigging tactical.
Nah. I like patrol.
You get to talk
to people, at least.
Yeah, people at their worst.
Eh, at their best,
at their worst.
You get more calls in the city.
- You like it down there?
- Yeah, sure.
I miss it here
sometimes, though.
Yeah? Well, welcome back.
[Breathing unsteadily]
[Exhales sharply]
BELINSKI: Whenever
you're ready, Nick.
Let me go again.
Is this the first time you've
fired your weapon since?
Since what?
Since Harvey.
Yeah, why?
Just asking.
- Just let me go again.
- It's all right.
I'm not gonna put
this on the record.
Take a minute.
- I'm sorry.
- Hey, shut up "sorry."
Don't worry about it. We'll
get you back into shape.
[Gun cocks]
- [Gunshots]
- Ah!
Fuck!
Hey, officer. Want
to see a dead body?
What are you talking about?
Give me five
bucks. I'll show you.
Come on, lady.
Don't waste our time.
All right. This one, it's on me.
Come on. I-I'll show you.
Christ. Fresh cup of coffee.
NICK: Let's see what she's got.
VAL: Here we are.
Okay, where's the body?
It's not far. It's not far.
Come on. Come on,
come on, come on.
Shit. That's Johnny Appleseed.
VAL: You know him?
NICK: Everyone does.
J.M.: Guy's sleeping.
VAL: Oh, no, no.
He's dead. He's dead.
19-2... We're gonna need
an ambulance down here
at 2000 Ontario East.
Who the hell is
Johnny Appleseed?
Man's a legend.
He's the godfather
of all tweakers.
Yeah, okay. Honestly,
just forget I asked, all right?
No, no, no. Educate the man.
All day, every day,
Johnny, he'd be scoring.
Every corner, every
crack, every stairwell,
he could tweak over ground
that had been tweaked over
two times and still find crumbs.
Big crumbs. He had,
like, second sight.
But the most amazing thing was
he wouldn't toke a grain
until he got set up for the night.
He'd go like 16
hours, just saving up.
All for a 20-minute high.
You got to admire it.
The man was pure Zen.
That's wonderful.
I'm glad you two
shared a moment.
Look, I'm gonna
check his vitals.
You're not gonna find any.
Guy's always sitting
around, smoking crack,
whatever, huffing.
Oh, shit.
VAL: Oh.
Jesus Christ!
Oh, man, Johnny!
J.M.: Well...
At least we know he's dead.
NICK: You're an idiot.
J.M.: What?
[Sighs]
What are you doing here?
I've been trying to get
ahold of you for five days.
I was working.
I was having a training
course in Rimouski.
There's no cell
coverage in Rimouski?
Are you really gonna
make a big deal out of this?
You don't even think to call
and let me know what's going on?
That doesn't even occur to you?
Okay.
I'm sorry.
I'm stuck in the city.
I have no idea
what's going on here.
Why are you making me feel
like I've done something wrong?
I haven't.
I was worried.
I was driving myself crazy.
You're here now.
Who was that guy
who dropped you off?
- Shh.
- Who was he?
Just stop it.
Shh.
Get back. There's cops coming.
OFFICER: 28-9, copy that.
J.M.: What do we have here?
NICK: Relax. I know that guy.
OFFICER #2: 36-8. We
need medics at 218 Flaubert.
Lex.
Quite the menace
up in that thing, huh?
Looks like your chair got
away from you, huh, buddy?
Yeah.
No, get off of me! Get off.
Come on, we got to get
you off the side of the street
here first, all right?
You need to get your hands off
of me and go find my dog, man.
NICK: What happened to your dog?
Some fool just rolled
up, revving their engine.
Shit backfired, she
got spooked and ran off.
Is that right?
Hey! Don't touch my chair, man.
I'm trying to help you.
- Just don't touch my shit.
- Fine.
Ah, come on!
That's an expensive
piece of machinery, man.
J.M.: Yeah, yeah. Whatever.
Okay, boys. Let's see
some identification.
This supposed to be you?
You guys got any drugs?
Knives, guns? No?
[Grunts]
You know this guy?
You don't know
this guy, huh? No?
Are you gonna stand there, or
are you gonna look for my dog?
Well, if we don't get you
off the side of the road,
I'm gonna have to write
you up for jaywalking.
- Jaywalking?
- Mm-hmm.
Does it look like I was
walking, motherfucker?
Keep talking back, we'll
see what else I make up.
- Let's go.
- All right, all right.
J.M.: see you guys
hanging around, man,
I'm telling you.
NICK: What's your dog's name?
Dimp-Dimp.
J.M.: All right, boys.
That's right... Dimp-Dimp.
Dimp-Dimp?
Turn around. Let's
go. Against the wall.
You understand I'm
gonna frisk you, yeah?
- NICK: This is your spot, right?
- My what?
This is your spot.
You know it. I know it.
Dimp-Dimp knows it.
She'll be back. Don't worry.
Yeah, sure.
J.M.
I'm in the middle
of something here.
NICK: Let's go. Now.
If Dimp-Dimp doesn't come back,
you can come
down to the station,
we can write up a
report for the SPCA.
How's that sound?
SPCA kills dogs,
man. That's all they do.
What?
- We're done here.
- We're done?
You're not gonna
run this piece of shit?
He's got a whole operation here.
That's not what
we came here to do.
Not what we...
Oh, that's right,
I forgot, Nick...
You got a real soft
spot for cripples.
Good police work.
This is your lucky
day, boys, I got to say.
[Car door closes]
And now that I
know who you are...
You see my face? You
don't want to know me, okay?
[Engine turns over]
I come back around,
you guys are...
What the fuck?
Hey! Hey!
[Laughter]
You have got to be kidding me.
At least I got wheels.
Fool.
I'm still waiting
on the caretaker.
I'm working on it.
How long does it
take to get a name?
Social services screwed
up the paperwork.
What do you want me to do?
Look, the woman nearly died.
She was supposed to have
someone taking care of her.
You find a place for Harvey yet?
I'm gonna move him
in with me for a while.
In your apartment?
Are you serious?
I'm gonna find a bigger spot.
Nick, you can't.
What about Theo?
What about him?
Look, just find me
the caretaker, will you?
You're giving me orders now?
Please, Izzy.
Are those two separated or not?
Define "separated."
They used to roll together
back when she was
patrol, didn't they?
Five years.
I need a smoke.
Did he apologize at least?
BEATRICE: Yeah, yeah.
He's still a dick, though.
Well, looky here.
What?
- AUDREY: What's going on?
- Don't ask!
Jeez.
- Nice ride, J.M.
- Yeah, yeah.
[Cellphone rings]
Ced, what gwan?
CEDRIC: Nick, man, I got
that place for your friend.
Does it have wheelchair access?
- Yes, man, it does.
- Great!
- Come and see it.
- Yeah, I can come right now.
- All right.
- All right, cool.
[Engine turns over]
[Laughter]
Good one. That's a good one.
I taught her that joke.
- Thank you, sweetie.
- Thank you.
Appreciate it.
- Hey.
- Hey, buddy.
- What's up?
- Nothing.
- Move down.
- Pretty sure I'm sitting here.
- Yeah, let's go, rook. Come on.
- J.M.
All right, you big baby.
I'm gonna give
big daddy his seat.
J.M.: Attaboy.
Hey, where's Nick?
Probably slanging rock.
In case you haven't
noticed, J.M.'s full of shit.
Oh, yeah? I used
to partner with him.
I know what kind
of shit he's into.
Oh, yeah? What's that?
Nick came up in the Little
Burgundy projects, right?
We all have to come
from somewhere.
Okay, well, he used to
run with all those clowns.
Burgundy Massive,
the whole thing.
Now, you ever wonder why,
when we raid those buildings,
nobody ever finds nothing?
Maybe... Maybe
somebody tips them off.
Think about it.
I'm serious.
Where did you grow up, J.M.?
Me? Côtes-des-Neiges.
Oh.
Is that why you're such a
delicate little snowflake?
- [Laughs]
- The mouth on you.
[Smooches]
Oh, take it easy on
J.M. He's a precum baby.
[Laughter]
That's hilarious.
- Aw, did we hurt your feelings?
- AUDREY: I think we did.
- J.M.: Not bad, you bitch.
- We hurt your feelings.
It's so good to have you home.
I'm gonna go see my dad.
Really?
Yeah, I'm gonna try
to make things right.
I don't know if I can.
He's your father.
He'll forgive you.
Thank you.
Okay. Okay, that's that.
- That's that.
- What? What's what?
We can all go back to
our separate lives now.
Please. I'm tired. Don't.
You're not sleeping over.
I just want to lie here for
a while, if that's all right.
Yeah, just as long as
nobody knows, right?
It was so peaceful a minute ago.
What are you so afraid of?
I told you.
I don't want to hurt you.
Oh, please.
How long did you and
Isabelle keep it a secret, huh?
When you were partnered up.
A very, very long time.
That's what kept it fun.
- Fuck off.
- Ow! Hey.
I'm serious.
Stop saying you
don't want to hurt me.
And why is that?
Because I know it's a lie.
I already know what you're like.
- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
And what am I like?
So how's that rookie
working out for you?
AUDREY: Hmm.
He's sweet. Dumb.
Eating up all the
rumors about you.
The rumors about me?
What rumors about me?
Well, you know, all
that stuff J.M.'s talking
about you and the boys
from your old neighborhood.
Who?
Gangsters from Little Burgundy.
And what's he saying exactly?
I don't know. Nothing
really, you know?
He's just talking shit.
Say anything about
Harvey, about the shooting?
No.
[Sighs]
What?
Yeah.
Where are you going?
You wanted me to leave.
- I'm leaving.
- Oh, come on.
You know, nobody
actually listens to J.M.
DISPATCHER: Lieutenant
Mercier, please call 301.
What can I do for you, sunshine?
I want you to talk that
shit you've been talking.
To me.
Your little groupie been
whispering in your ear?
Come on, say that shit to me.
All right, Nick.
See, what I can't
get out of my head
is the guy who shot Harvey
fits the same
general description
as some homeboys
you used to roll with.
Oh, yeah? Describe him for me.
Sure.
Looks less like
Harvey, more like you.
Simple police work, Nick.
You want to talk
simple police work?
How about the
fact that you nearly
punched your wife into a coma?
Oh, yeah?
J.M.: [Groaning]
You mention my name
behind my back again,
and I'll haul Justine in here
and force her to
type up a statement.
You know what, Nick?
When Harvey got shot,
Internal came in here asking
me questions about you.
Yeah? And what did you say?
Nothing.
'Cause I ain't no rat.
What? Huh?
You want a sandwich
or something?
[Door closes]
Good job.
What's the latest
on Harvey's shooter?
There's nothing to hear.
The investigation is done.
Well, I hear the SQ's
still looking into it.
Looking into what?
The shooter's dead.
I don't know.
You want, I can ask around,
see where they're going with it.
[Sighs]
Discreetly.
Yeah, you got it.
Welcome, Ben.
Ben.
I don't have time to fill
out any goddamn forms.
I just want to know if
somebody found her or not.
How the hell am I
supposed to know, hmm?
Do I look like the
patron of East End dogs?
Yep, you do.
Yeah. I don't have
time for this shit.
Here, fill this out and get
out of my face, all right?
That's bogus.
Bullshit.
What did this machine cost you?
More than your whole damn
salary in a year, that's how much.
Besides, this is just
my weekend chair.
I got two more
thrones back home.
And receipts, I'm sure.
The department would be
very happy to seize all of those
and return them to
their rightful owner.
Oh, they're legit.
You'd be surprised how
many healthcare professionals
are good customers of mine.
How do you spell "shepherd"?
As in German-goddamn-shepherd.
[Whistling]
Brouillard.
Commander.
- Good day today?
- Always.
I heard there was an
incident with Barron.
Ah, no big deal. Nick's Nick.
You know, normally,
we don't like our guys
catching a cab in uniform.
Gotcha.
Hey.
If you ever have problems
with another officer,
you know, my door's always open.
Yeah, um...
No disrespect, sir, but I
prefer to work it out with Nick,
you know, man to man.
Of course.
Sir.
- [Footsteps]
- MRS. CHARTIER: [Sighs]
He's coming. He's
just washing up.
It's really good to see you.
You too.
[Door opens, closes]
- Where is he?
- Marc.
Mom, Mom.
What do you think
you're doing here?
Marc, stay out of it.
Stay out of it?! You
want me to stay out of it?!
Calm down!
What do you think is
gonna happen here, Ben?
You're gonna fix
everything with an apology?
I just want to talk to him.
No, you wanted to make sure
that everybody knew
you were a great cop!
- Well, you did it!
- Damn it, Marc.
That's not what this is
about, and you know it.
You're not allowed to
step foot in this house,
and I'm dead serious.
Would you rather
he killed somebody,
spend the rest
of his life in jail?
Come on, Ben! Come on!
You didn't need to
do it the way you did it!
Well, no one else was
gonna do anything about it!
Not you. Not Mom.
I worked like a dog,
and you got it all.
He paid for your school.
He took you to hockey
four times a week.
He treated you like a prince,
and you put him in cuffs!
That's it! That's it,
Marc! That's enough!
- Come on!
- MR. CHARTIER: Stop it!
Dad, you tell him
right now, Dad.
Tell him he's not
welcome in this house.
- MRS. CHARTIER: Marc...
- Mom.
Tell him, Dad.
There's no place for you here.
No.
I came to talk.
Let's talk.
Get out, you piece of shit.
You think you can
just crawl back?
I'm a piece of shit?
I'm a piece of shit?
You hit a kid with your
car and left him for dead
and came home for dinner
like nothing happened...
I'm in the wrong?
Fuck you. You coward.
Go back to Montreal.
[Door closes]
WOMAN ON P.A.: Physio,
pick up extension 2 please.
Physio, pick up extension 2.
They shouldn't be too
long. Then you can see him.
How often does
he have to do this?
Twice a week. It won't be long.
Can we have a nurse
to room 6, please?
It's fine. I was just leaving.
CEDRIC: This is
Cedric. Leave a message.
NICK: Hey, Ced. It's Nick.
Turns out I'm not gonna be able
to move my friend
in with me after all,
so, uh, I'm not gonna
need that apartment.
Thanks.
I tried.
He won't listen.
He's a stubborn old man.
You knew what would
happen when you arrested him.
Jesus Christ, Catherine.
I had no choice.
Why is this up to him?
I don't want you
running away again.
I'm not.
You said you'd come with me.
You hate it there.
I would too.
Well, then let's go
someplace else, start over.
I can't.
- Of course you can.
- Ben, my whole life is here.
Ben.
[Door opens]
Oh, Ben.
[Door closes]
The SQ ID'd Harvey's shooter.
Oh, yeah? Who is he?
Dominic Smith-Ward.
And what's his story?
Well, there's no
story to be told.
There's no priors.
Never been arrested.
Not even as a juvenile.
He's just some kid from
the Little Burgundy projects.
Did he run with the
Burgundy Massive?
I checked.
He's not on the list
of known affiliates.
But if he grew up
there, that's not a stretch.
- Family?
- Yeah, grandmother.
Says he was, you know,
framed and all the usual bullshit.
The gun is where the story is.
The SQ have linked
it to a few incidents
around those buildings...
Couple of robberies
and a murder in the
courtyard from two years ago.
- The same kid?
- No, it was other guys.
They're operating under the
theory it was a communal weapon.
So how did he get up
in the factory that night?
That's what the SQ's
trying to figure out.
Thought you were gone up north.
Yeah, looks like I'm back.
You hear Gendron
quashed your transfer?
- Mm.
- Any idea why?
Thinks we make a good team.
Gendron's an idiot.
Hey. Got a name
for the caretaker.
Solange Dubois. Address in NDG.
It's about time. Thank you.
I'll get changed.
Police! Open up!
Let's go around back.
Take a look down
here. I'll check upstairs.
Chartier.
[Coughs]
Oh, God.
19-2. We need
ident and a coroner.
- Look at this.
- DISPATCHER: Copy, 19-2.
What a stench. She's
been dead a few days.
Home invasion?
BEN: Looks like she was
going for the phone there.
- Yeah.
- No sign of a weapon.
Laptop.
Wallet's here.
What do you got?
Her inhaler.
19-2, coroner and ident
will be on site in 15 minutes.
Oh, shit.
Look at this.
There was no intruder. It
was just a freak accident.
She was going for her inhaler,
she couldn't get the drawer,
she collapsed trying
to get to the phone,
cracked her head and bled out.
Yeah, we got a problem.
She's got other clients.
I'll call social services.
LEX: Dimp-Dimp! Girl!
Hey, girl.
Give me the leash, man.
She knows who's boss.
Where you been, girl?
Man, you stink.
Where'd you find her?
At the shelter.
She was on doggie death
row till I got her a reprieve.
I owe you big-time.
How can I repay you?
NICK: All right, just
keep it straight, Harv.
You're doing great.
Ah.
If you need some
time, I can sign you out.
Yeah. Thanks.
It's okay, pal. We'll
get the hang of it.
Why don't you put me on
the curb with the garbage?
Come on, Harv.
Time to go home.
I'll take him from here.
This way.