19-2 (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Turf - full transcript
Baron and Chartier find themselves in the crossfires of a gang war. Ben is introduced to Nick's sister.
Previously on "19-2"...
Four o'clock.
BEN: Gang colors?
NICK: Purple. D-Crew.
These guys are small-time.
- MAN: I didn't do shit!
- Let me see your hands!
Drop it.
Put it down.
Walk away or die.
Fuck him!
NICK: How's it gonna look? Hmm?
I just had a gun to my head.
There's nothing but
trouble waiting for us
if we call this in.
Nick, we didn't
do anything wrong.
You said you'd come with me.
You hate it there.
I would too.
[Door closes]
- NICK: It's strange.
- BEN: What?
Gendron blocking
your transfer to nights.
It's like he's going out of
his way to keep you on me.
OFFICER ON RADIO: 10-4.
What's your problem?
Usually, you get in here,
you start up right away
with the observations.
You know, comments
about people at the bus stops,
reading street signs.
Not today? What's that about?
Just enjoy it.
What's the cross street?
Look at these guys.
[Whistles]
NICK: No, no, no. Relax.
25-10. We're on it.
NICK: Ooh, badass.
You got a problem? You want one?
NICK: Tough guys.
Smack that kid.
- [Hip-hop music playing]
- You're down 10.
- Again?
- There, you got a seven.
- Got five bucks already.
- 10 bucks.
Sixers in the lane.
D-Crew in the park.
It's usually the
other way around.
- Still too close for comfort.
- Yeah, call it in.
19-2 at Cabot Square
requesting additional unit.
DISPATCHER: Stand by, car 2.
[Hip-hop music continues]
- Yeah.
- Oh.
[Laughing] Oh, shit. Nice.
Yo, Christo, 5-0.
NICK: Hands. Hands out.
BEN: Need to see those
hands, guys. Put 'em up.
MAN #1: Come on, man.
MAN #2: Fuck this. Let's go.
BEN: All right, guys, we can't
have you around here, okay?
NICK: Take this
shit someplace else.
- BEN: Keep moving.
- NICK: Get out of here.
Hey! Where are you going?
You told him to leave
the park, right? He leaving.
Move. Now.
We don't have a
problem here. Let's move.
MAN: Ain't doing nothing, man.
BEATRICE: Let's
go, let's go, let's go!
Hey, you. Come here.
I said come here.
BEATRICE: Let's go,
let's go, let's go, let's go.
You heard the man. Come on.
TYLER: Don't even
sit down, boy. Move it.
What'd I say? Move. Let's go.
How old are you?
- 13.
- 13?
BEATRICE: What you
got in your hand there?
Your father know you're out here
hanging out here
with these clowns?
- I don't know.
- You don't know?
You being a smartass, or
you're actually that stupid?
Turn around. Put your hands
on your head, tough guy.
TYLER: You too, big boy.
- Turn around.
- You too, big boy. Let's go.
Spread 'em.
How's your uncle doing?
Locked up.
Listen, Mo, you know, me
and him, we go way back.
You shouldn't be out here.
Yo, officers!
TYLER: Goddamn it.
Gun!
BEATRICE: White hoodie!
19-4 in pursuit on foot.
White hoodie heading north.
- I'll be watching you.
- MO: Whatever, po-po.
Black male wearing a
white hoodie and a ball cap.
In pursuit in the
alley off Tupper.
[Siren wails, tires screech]
Mother...
Suspect is in the building.
East of Tupper.
[Glass breaks]
Shit.
Shit.
[Whispering] Tyler.
Tyler.
TYLER: Jesus Christ.
Shit.
[Grunting]
- [Glass tinkling]
- Uh!
[Indistinct talking]
Shit.
[Man coughs]
Oh, yeah.
- Hey! Whoa.
- Whoa.
We're not doing anything.
[Clattering]
- [Extinguisher whooshing]
- TYLER: Aah!
Aah!
Tyler?
Tyler?
Tyler!
[Siren wailing]
WOMAN: Copy, 19-2.
You believe this shit, man?
If I hadn't dropped
my flashlight,
none of this would
have happened.
Keep that in
the circle of trust.
What?
It was pitch black in there,
and I dropped my flashlight.
I didn't say anything.
My man.
NICK: Tell me you
got the kid at least.
What the hell happened here?
Huh?
Where's the perp?
The kid that put the gun
in my face, that we let go...
He's D-Crew too.
I guess that makes
you a Sixers booster.
I bet he was in the park
when we came up there.
Don't worry about it.
Be plenty of other
opportunities.
You can count on that.
Oh, yeah? Until then, what?
Kid gets to walk around
bragging about how he
put a gun in a cop's face.
Fucking prick.
There's no way this guy's clean.
- [Engine turns over]
- What are you doing?
Let's see what
he does, shall we?
BEN: Bernard Boucher.
Okay, three years
for drug trafficking.
He's been out six months.
924 Iberville in Repentigny.
No warrants, nothing.
NICK: This guy's trouble.
Doing 30 in a 30?
Fucking badass.
What, are we just gonna follow
him all the way to Repentigny?
NICK: Is it just me or do those
window tints look too dark?
You're kidding.
No, I think they're a little
on the dark side, my friend.
Let's let him know.
Hey, the guy didn't make a stop.
[Siren wails]
Get over! Get over!
- Fuck.
- You okay?
Oh, fuck!
Fuck you. Fucking pig.
BEN: Hey! Hey!
NICK: Get out of the car!
[Tires screech]
[Engine revving]
Aah!
BEN: Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Stop! Stop! Stop!
BOUCHER: You fucking... Fuck!
[Slow instrumental
music playing]
Bernard Boucher.
- What about him?
- Why'd you arrest him?
Well, he was carrying
200 tabs of pure MDMA.
Yeah, Narcotics is on the
dealer who's selling to him.
You guys just screwed
up the entire operation.
We ran his plate.
Nothing came up.
Bullshit. He's flagged.
I'm telling you,
there was no flag.
He's right. We ran
him. Nothing came up.
Why were you on
him in the first place?
Window tints.
Window tints?
What am I supposed
to tell Narcotics?
"My patrollers ended
your whole investigation
over some window tints"?
Patrollers?
I'm not your patroller.
In my office.
OFFICER ON RADIO:
45-8. On our way.
DISPATCHER: Copy that.
Jesus.
Don't talk to me like that
in front of another officer.
Chartier doesn't give a
shit. He knows our deal.
That doesn't matter.
I won't have you undermining me
with your little goddamn
comments, Nick.
Okay, okay. I'm sorry.
- No, you're not.
- I am.
Come on. Ream me out.
I'm your patroller.
I'm listening.
Did you for one second
think of picking up your radio?
We didn't have time.
We ran him. We chased him.
Next thing you know,
he dragged me for about
20 meters in my own cruiser.
Window tints?
Your instincts
were always bullshit,
but they were usually right.
Well, you were once somebody's
patroller too, don't forget.
Oh, I won't.
Don't.
How'd that go?
Whatever.
You okay?
Eye drops for three days.
Been crying like a baby.
DISPATCHER: D-19.
Landlord at 1550 Beaudry East
called in two juveniles
alone in an apartment.
19-2. We're on it.
1550 Beaudry East.
- Copy, 19-2.
- [Siren wails]
- [Baby crying]
- NICK: Hey there.
Is your mom home?
She's sleeping.
Sleeping?
You mind if we step inside?
All right, great. Thank you.
Thank you very much.
What's your name?
- Xavier.
- Xavier.
How you doing, Xavier? I'm Nick.
- This is my partner here... Ben.
- Hi, buddy.
And who might that be?
Juliette.
Juliette. Aw, look at you.
Is there anybody else who
takes care of you and Juliette?
- BEN: It's okay, darling.
- XAVIER: No.
BEN: Don't cry.
- Your mom's not here, is she?
- BEN: Shh, shh, shh.
- XAVIER: No.
- She needs a diaper change.
Hey, pal, where does
Mom keep the diapers?
Shh, shh, shh.
NICK: Hey there.
Uh-oh. Last one.
Well, they're fine for now, but
how soon can someone be here?
Okay, well, how
about the neighbor?
Do you have any phone
numbers for a mother or a relative?
- Yes, please.
- All right.
Okay, thanks.
- One hour.
- Cool.
All right, big guy,
where can I find a pot?
Shh, shh, shh, shh.
- XAVIER: In here.
- Oh, thank you very much.
All right. Well, you
must be starved.
So I'm gonna
fix this up for you,
and you can go
back to watching TV.
How does that sound?
All right.
- Now we got a new one.
- [Crying]
BEN: I think she's hungry.
Hey.
BEN: Oh, no, I'll
never break your heart.
What did your wife say
about our MDMA dealer?
Don't get your hopes up.
What, she's just
gonna let him go?
He's probably back in
Repentigny as we speak.
BEN: Well, everybody's
got their own agenda.
NICK: No shit.
What about Cabot Square?
What?
Cabot Square.
Where does that fit in?
It doesn't. That park
is nobody's agenda.
How do you think
it got this way?
Takes decades of neglect.
Yeah, well, someone's
got to do something about it.
Got that right.
It smells ready.
If there's one
thing I can master,
it's macaroni and cheese.
Xavier, come sit down.
All right, sport.
Here you go.
Bon appétit.
What are you looking for?
Well, we're out of diapers,
and she needs changed again.
Oh, great.
All right, I'll go out.
You good here?
Yeah, I'm good.
That policeman
looks pretty tough.
Is he winning the fight?
No, he's the strongest.
Oh, yeah?
You want him?
All right.
Hey, pal, why don't you
go pack up some clothes
for you and your sister?
Why?
Just do it. Be a good boy, okay?
Don't forget your toothbrush.
[Knock on door]
Hi.
Hi.
Amélie de Grace.
Okay.
Family Services.
Right. Right, yes.
Ben Chartier. Come on in.
AMÉLIE: Thanks.
Where's Nick?
- Nick?
- Yeah.
He's, uh, out getting diapers.
Oh.
You gonna introduce
me to your girlfriend?
Yeah. This is Juliette.
Oh, she likes you.
BEN: Yeah, she's
a cutie, isn't she?
[Door opens, closes]
NICK: All right, I'm back.
Someone order diapers?
- Oh! Look at that.
- [Laughs]
- Hi.
- They brought their "A" team.
[Smooches] How are you?
AMÉLIE: Mm! I'm good.
You never call me,
so I had to come visit.
I saw your name on the call.
Good. Well, I'm glad you did.
Okay, I can take her.
Okay, sweet pea,
let's get you changed.
- [Crying]
- Ohh.
- Diapers?
- Yeah, there you go.
Thank you. Where's Xavier?
He's just playing
in the back room.
Okay.
It's okay. Where's your brother?
Where is he? Ah!
Where's your brother?
Do not tell me you and her.
She's my sister.
You're full of shit.
No, man, she is way too cute.
Well, she's my
half-sister, but...
Hey, don't even think about it.
It's all good. I'm no
longer thinking about it.
No, seriously, you need to stop.
I'm trying.
This is it.
NICK: Miss Amélie
will take care of you
for a little while,
okay, Xavier?
XAVIER: Why?
BEN: Don't worry.
It's just until we find
your mom, okay?
AMÉLIE: Hey, can I borrow
your truck this weekend?
Mom's doing some redecorating,
and she wants some
furniture cleared out.
NICK: Yeah, sure.
Great! Well, she was
kind of hoping you'd help.
Yeah, right.
AMÉLIE: Oh, come on. When
was the last time you visited?
[Sighs]
All right.
Good. Bring Theo.
- Nah, he's with Isabelle.
- Well, can't you pick him up?
Maman would love to see him.
We'll talk.
It can't be easy
working with that guy.
No, it's not, but I
can't get rid of him.
Don't forget these.
That little one,
she packs a punch.
- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
All right, big man.
You're gonna take care
of your little sister, right?
Shake on it.
Look what I got for you.
XAVIER: Thank you.
Wait here.
Nice to meet you, Ben Chartier.
And you too.
Wait for me just inside.
Love you.
NICK: Love you too.
AMÉLIE: I'll see
you at Mom's, okay?
- NICK: Bye-bye.
- AMÉLIE: Say bye?
Bye.
XAVIER: Bye.
NICK: Don't.
Hey. Don't.
BEN: Yeah, I heard
you the first time.
DISPATCHER: We have reports
of gang violence in Montreal North.
OFFICER: 17-3. We're on it.
BEN: Another kid
flashes a gun at us today.
It's getting worse.
I'm gonna come clean about the
kid who put the gun to my head.
Now, why would you do that now?
I'll say that you
wanted to call it in,
it was my idea to cover it up.
You know they're not
gonna buy that, right?
Got to report it, Nick.
DISPATCHER: Yes,
it's 1201 Ouellette.
OFFICER: Copy.
I figured I had him
cornered, right?
And all of a sudden... bam!
I get it straight in the face.
- Really?
- Oh, yeah.
Eyes burning,
coughing. All of that.
And still couldn't
take down the big dog.
- Is that true?
- Mm-hmm.
Kid looked up and had
a big old Frosty the
Snowman coming after him.
- [Laughs]
- I was arr, arr, arr!
Sorry, guys.
Can't stick around. My
date's picking me up.
Oh, you seeing
someone from 19, Bear?
Bear went out and got
herself a foxy paramedic.
- Oh, really?
- Mm-hmm.
You know paramedics are like
a whole nother species, right?
They were specifically designed
to get fucked over by the po-po.
- [Laughs]
- [Laughs]
I'm sorry about your girl, man.
- That really sucks.
- Who told you that?
Oops. Tyler.
Can't tell her nothing, man.
We in the car all day, man.
We got to talk about something.
- BEN: Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
Well, it's early, so who
knows what's gonna happen.
Hey, sorry to hear
about Catherine.
TYLER: [Laughing]
Plenty of fish in
the sea, am I right?
Thank you, Marie.
Anyone you didn't tell?
Let's see... Who didn't
show up for work today?
Hey, Bear. Where'd she go?
- How are you?
- I'm good. How are you?
Good.
So, you want to stick
around, meet everybody?
Not really.
All right.
Let's go.
Let's get out of here.
NICK: Come on, Mo.
What are you doing?
[Engine turns over]
[Cellphone rings]
[Sighs]
Shit.
Shit. Sixers.
[Engine turns over]
[Engine turns over]
Hey!
Get back here.
What the hell are you doing?
- Nothing.
- Huh?
You dumb little shit. I should
haul your ass in right now.
You better haul my ass in,
or else everybody's
gonna think I'm a rat.
Relax, all right.
I'm not in uniform.
You think they don't know
you, they didn't run your plates?
I'm gone.
No, no, no, no. You come here.
ACHAM: You working in the park?
With those thugs?
You want to end
up like your uncle?
Hmm?
- Did someone pressure you, Mo?
- No.
Which one are you running for?
I'm not saying shit.
You see? This... This
is what I get every day.
Listen, I'm not here as
a police officer, okay?
I'm here as a friend of
Tarique and your father's.
But you're still a
cop, and I'm no snitch.
Do you realize that
if I didn't show up,
there were a half a dozen
Sixers ready to beat your ass?
You're just a runner, Mo.
You think you really
matter to the man in charge?
Christo runs the park.
Everybody knows that.
Christo, huh?
Well, you can bet that
Christo is just another idiot
looking to impress
a long list of idiots.
He ain't scared of you.
Is that right?
He put a biscuit
in a cop's face,
and the cop didn't do shit.
And you believe him?
Sit yourself down.
Got to use the washroom.
I tell him one thing...
[Door closes]
the street tells him
something different.
It's not easy.
Yeah, well, I...
I do what I can.
Nick, I know Tarique asked
you to keep an eye on him,
but, uh, you coming around
here makes things worse.
I don't want anybody getting
the wrong idea about Mo.
I got it.
I think your friend
timed out over there.
BEN: Yeah, he's had a rough day.
RACHEL: And how was your day?
I've seen better.
It's not over yet.
No, um... No, I guess not.
You could meet a nice girl.
But not too nice.
What's wrong?
Nothing. Um...
It's, uh, not a good night.
You sure?
It's your loss.
I've seen many a
soldier fall on that one.
- Hmm.
- Another beer?
No, I should get going.
But, uh, what do we do with him?
Ah, he'll let himself out.
I'll leave a light on for him.
Yeah, Tyler doesn't do too
well in the dark, does he?
He told you that?
Well, don't spread that around.
A cop scared of the dark?
It's no good to anybody.
- Good night.
- Good night.
Hey. It's your dad.
I know it's late...
I just, uh... Just
called to say hi.
Listen, we should get together
sometime soon, you know?
Go for a bite or something.
What do you say?
Okay, well, you take care.
I love you.
MICHELLE: Except that I
have to get a new blender.
AMÉLIE: You don't have one?
MICHELLE: I have one,
but I just want a new one.
What's wrong with the old one?
[Grunts] So where
you been hiding?
Nice to see you too, Mom.
Okay, we have a desk we
have to move from upstairs.
What desk?
Your grandfather's.
Amélie's getting it.
Wait, wait, wait. What
are you talking about?
Grandpa left that desk for me.
[Laughs]
So how come it's been
in my house for 20 years?
It's okay. It...
If you want the
desk, you can have it.
I didn't know.
But what is he gonna do
with an antique rolltop desk?
I don't know. The
point is he left it for me.
But you hated writing in school.
It was like pulling teeth.
I'm surprised he can
still fill out a parking ticket.
No.
Besides, your
place is too small.
Amélie, you get the desk.
AMÉLIE: Nick.
Nick.
Why do you have
to say stuff like that?
If the desk was left to him,
then he should have the desk.
MICHELLE: 'Cause he's
not gonna use the desk.
I know he's not
gonna use the desk.
MICHELLE: Hello, Dad.
Listen, I need you to
come over here now.
I can't find Nick.
Playing hide and seek,
but he neglects to tell
anybody that he's hiding.
[Sighs]
I said first thing
in the morning.
At the latest, tomorrow night.
Nick!
Nick!
[Giggling]
HOULE: You're
telling me this now?
NICK: I'm just giving
you a heads-up.
HOULE: Don't. I
don't want to know.
Look, Chartier feels the
need to clear his conscience,
and you know he's probably
gonna clear it to Gendron.
Okay, that...
- That would be a mistake.
- Oh, I know.
Look, you got enough problems
with the commander
for Christ's sakes.
Get your partner in line.
The guy just put
his old man in jail.
You think he's
gonna listen to me?
I am not gonna
clean up your mess.
But if you are gonna bring
in some random gangbanger,
better have a good reason.
[Sighs]
I'm happy to tell you
that violent crimes
have dropped in our district
for the first time in four years.
I used to work patrol, so I know
you people don't hear it enough,
but good work out there.
J.M.: Yeah!
That mean we're
getting a raise, boss?
Now, these pamphlets are to
be distributed throughout the 19th.
They show the areas
where we are succeeding.
We are not succeeding
in Cabot Square.
My guys are seeing an
increase in gang activity.
There are 349 city parks.
Can't win 'em all.
I'm just saying
that the pamphlets
may not be as effective there.
The community doesn't
get to use that park
'cause it's full
of drug dealers.
I hear your concern.
And you can clear the park of
gang activity when you see it.
But when you have
something specific,
send it over to Guns and Gangs.
They just kick it back to us.
Today's not about gangs.
It's about public outreach.
Which brings me
back to the pamphlets.
Look, you guys probably work
the toughest district in the city,
and I agree, there are areas
where we could be doing more.
But if you want to
improve a neighborhood,
you have to show the people
that you're on their side.
And these, believe it or not...
is one way to do it.
Make sure they
get the rest of them.
HOULE: Well, you
heard the commander.
Pass them down.
All right, hit the
streets, guys.
Be safe.
This is dog shit.
First, we let the kid go.
Now, we're handing out picture
books to make him feel better.
Yeah, well, I got a name.
Since when?
Christopher
Belmont, aka Christo.
He lives with his grandmother,
425 Versailles Street.
You got something for me? Huh?
- Spit it out!
- Spit it out!
Come on! Spit it out!
Spit it out!
Come on. Ah, jackpot!
Ooh.
Ah, fuck!
BEN: I got one, I
got one, I got one.
Up you go. Up you go.
NICK: You're gonna have
to change your diet, partner.
That's four, maybe
five grams of rock.
Yeah, plus whatever else
he shits out downtown tonight.
You're gonna go through my shit?
NICK: Oh, yeah.
We're gonna be
all up in your shit
for the next 12 to 15 years.
12 to 15? [Laughs]
For those little pebbles?
How about resisting arrest
and armed assault on an officer?
Man, I got no idea
what you're talking about.
That's all right.
We got plenty of
witnesses who do.
Yeah, maybe you
shouldn't have been
chirping about it all over town.
Your boy little Mo.
He witnessing?
Mo?
I think Officer Chartier here
would make a stronger eyewitness
than a black, 12-year-old
drug lookout, don't you?
- Fuck, man.
- [Engine turns over]
Through this door
and to the left.
- I want a lawyer.
- That's a good idea.
- I got rights.
- Of course you do.
Left.
Boss man wants to see you.
- Right now?
- Mm-hmm.
"Only you can
prevent forest fires."
Pow. [Laughing]
[Chuckles]
See, I don't get it.
Were my instructions
this morning unclear?
Sir, if Nick wasn't there
to talk the kid down,
I'd be dead right now.
And I appreciate that, but it
doesn't change the situation.
He held me hostage at gunpoint.
And you neglected to report it!
And then you
swapped a service bullet
to hide the fact that he
had overpowered you
and that you had
fired your weapon.
Look, that was a mistake,
and I'm good to face
the consequences.
But we need to get this kid
off the street, plain and simple.
You're right! He
should be off the street!
And the both of you
should be under indictment
for obstruction of justice!
But you know what?
Neither one of those
things are gonna happen
if I have anything
to do with it.
You two are very lucky
that the commander here
is gonna go to bat for you.
You're gonna book the
kid on simple possession,
and then this whole Pandora's
box of shit stays closed!
He'll be back on
the street in a week.
Probably less.
And the two of you
can share credit for it.
Now, get the fuck
out of my office!
[Door buzzes]
- All right, let's go.
- Where am I going?
- Straight to booking.
- What, no interview?
You're being charged with
minor possession of crack cocaine.
Get your ass up.
[Laughing]
[Exhales slowly]
Lead the way, officers. [Laughs]
Where are my kids?!
Where are the two fucking
pigs who took my kids?!
Okay, whoa, whoa, ma'am.
You need to calm down.
You think you can just
come into people's homes
and take my children?!
My babies are all I have!
Of course not. Ma'am,
you need to calm down.
Ma'am, your kids are okay.
No, they're not okay!
I don't even know
where they are!
Your children are
just fine. They're safe.
They're with Family Services.
Your kids were all alone and
half-starved when we got there.
You were nowhere to be found.
Who are you?
I'm one of the officers
who helped place them.
Place them?! Place them where?!
What goddamn right do you
have to place my kids anywhere?!
Hey! Hey! I'm warning you.
Calm down, all right?
This is only gonna get worse.
[Sobbing]
He was supposed
to go check on them.
Who was?
My boyfriend. Son of a bitch!
Just tell me where they are!
Come with me.
MARLENE: [Sobbing]
Mommy!
[Crying] Oh, honey!
Honey, are you okay?
I'm so sorry!
I missed you.
XAVIER: I missed you too.
- My Juliette?
- She's inside.
You guys need to come in too.
Hey, Xavier. Come
here for a second.
- Mommy?
- It's okay, honey.
It's okay.
That's, uh... [Clears throat]
That's quite the ring your
guy's got on his neck there.
- You think I could get it back?
- Okay.
Thanks, pal.
DISPATCHER: 504.
The yelling has
started up again.
D-19, all units.
We have shots fired
at Cabot Square.
A black male was in the street.
19-2.
- [Siren wails]
- Copy, 19-2.
BEN: Oh, Jesus Christ.
NICK: Oh, man. It's Christo.
Word on the street
is that he flipped
'cause he was
out there so quick.
MAN: Stand back, folks.
Behind the line, the man said.
Did you flip him?
No.
MAN: There's a hot
spot over here, boys.
TYLER: Mm-hmm.
OFFICER ON RADIO:
25-4. We're on our way.
[Police radio chatter]
DISPATCHER: You
guys will be on standby.
Thanks anyway.
MAN: Forensics, guys.
WOMAN: Just trying
to do our job. Thank you.
No, no, no, no. Just stay
away from him, okay?
Please.
MAN: Sir, behind
the line, please.
Four o'clock.
BEN: Gang colors?
NICK: Purple. D-Crew.
These guys are small-time.
- MAN: I didn't do shit!
- Let me see your hands!
Drop it.
Put it down.
Walk away or die.
Fuck him!
NICK: How's it gonna look? Hmm?
I just had a gun to my head.
There's nothing but
trouble waiting for us
if we call this in.
Nick, we didn't
do anything wrong.
You said you'd come with me.
You hate it there.
I would too.
[Door closes]
- NICK: It's strange.
- BEN: What?
Gendron blocking
your transfer to nights.
It's like he's going out of
his way to keep you on me.
OFFICER ON RADIO: 10-4.
What's your problem?
Usually, you get in here,
you start up right away
with the observations.
You know, comments
about people at the bus stops,
reading street signs.
Not today? What's that about?
Just enjoy it.
What's the cross street?
Look at these guys.
[Whistles]
NICK: No, no, no. Relax.
25-10. We're on it.
NICK: Ooh, badass.
You got a problem? You want one?
NICK: Tough guys.
Smack that kid.
- [Hip-hop music playing]
- You're down 10.
- Again?
- There, you got a seven.
- Got five bucks already.
- 10 bucks.
Sixers in the lane.
D-Crew in the park.
It's usually the
other way around.
- Still too close for comfort.
- Yeah, call it in.
19-2 at Cabot Square
requesting additional unit.
DISPATCHER: Stand by, car 2.
[Hip-hop music continues]
- Yeah.
- Oh.
[Laughing] Oh, shit. Nice.
Yo, Christo, 5-0.
NICK: Hands. Hands out.
BEN: Need to see those
hands, guys. Put 'em up.
MAN #1: Come on, man.
MAN #2: Fuck this. Let's go.
BEN: All right, guys, we can't
have you around here, okay?
NICK: Take this
shit someplace else.
- BEN: Keep moving.
- NICK: Get out of here.
Hey! Where are you going?
You told him to leave
the park, right? He leaving.
Move. Now.
We don't have a
problem here. Let's move.
MAN: Ain't doing nothing, man.
BEATRICE: Let's
go, let's go, let's go!
Hey, you. Come here.
I said come here.
BEATRICE: Let's go,
let's go, let's go, let's go.
You heard the man. Come on.
TYLER: Don't even
sit down, boy. Move it.
What'd I say? Move. Let's go.
How old are you?
- 13.
- 13?
BEATRICE: What you
got in your hand there?
Your father know you're out here
hanging out here
with these clowns?
- I don't know.
- You don't know?
You being a smartass, or
you're actually that stupid?
Turn around. Put your hands
on your head, tough guy.
TYLER: You too, big boy.
- Turn around.
- You too, big boy. Let's go.
Spread 'em.
How's your uncle doing?
Locked up.
Listen, Mo, you know, me
and him, we go way back.
You shouldn't be out here.
Yo, officers!
TYLER: Goddamn it.
Gun!
BEATRICE: White hoodie!
19-4 in pursuit on foot.
White hoodie heading north.
- I'll be watching you.
- MO: Whatever, po-po.
Black male wearing a
white hoodie and a ball cap.
In pursuit in the
alley off Tupper.
[Siren wails, tires screech]
Mother...
Suspect is in the building.
East of Tupper.
[Glass breaks]
Shit.
Shit.
[Whispering] Tyler.
Tyler.
TYLER: Jesus Christ.
Shit.
[Grunting]
- [Glass tinkling]
- Uh!
[Indistinct talking]
Shit.
[Man coughs]
Oh, yeah.
- Hey! Whoa.
- Whoa.
We're not doing anything.
[Clattering]
- [Extinguisher whooshing]
- TYLER: Aah!
Aah!
Tyler?
Tyler?
Tyler!
[Siren wailing]
WOMAN: Copy, 19-2.
You believe this shit, man?
If I hadn't dropped
my flashlight,
none of this would
have happened.
Keep that in
the circle of trust.
What?
It was pitch black in there,
and I dropped my flashlight.
I didn't say anything.
My man.
NICK: Tell me you
got the kid at least.
What the hell happened here?
Huh?
Where's the perp?
The kid that put the gun
in my face, that we let go...
He's D-Crew too.
I guess that makes
you a Sixers booster.
I bet he was in the park
when we came up there.
Don't worry about it.
Be plenty of other
opportunities.
You can count on that.
Oh, yeah? Until then, what?
Kid gets to walk around
bragging about how he
put a gun in a cop's face.
Fucking prick.
There's no way this guy's clean.
- [Engine turns over]
- What are you doing?
Let's see what
he does, shall we?
BEN: Bernard Boucher.
Okay, three years
for drug trafficking.
He's been out six months.
924 Iberville in Repentigny.
No warrants, nothing.
NICK: This guy's trouble.
Doing 30 in a 30?
Fucking badass.
What, are we just gonna follow
him all the way to Repentigny?
NICK: Is it just me or do those
window tints look too dark?
You're kidding.
No, I think they're a little
on the dark side, my friend.
Let's let him know.
Hey, the guy didn't make a stop.
[Siren wails]
Get over! Get over!
- Fuck.
- You okay?
Oh, fuck!
Fuck you. Fucking pig.
BEN: Hey! Hey!
NICK: Get out of the car!
[Tires screech]
[Engine revving]
Aah!
BEN: Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Stop! Stop! Stop!
BOUCHER: You fucking... Fuck!
[Slow instrumental
music playing]
Bernard Boucher.
- What about him?
- Why'd you arrest him?
Well, he was carrying
200 tabs of pure MDMA.
Yeah, Narcotics is on the
dealer who's selling to him.
You guys just screwed
up the entire operation.
We ran his plate.
Nothing came up.
Bullshit. He's flagged.
I'm telling you,
there was no flag.
He's right. We ran
him. Nothing came up.
Why were you on
him in the first place?
Window tints.
Window tints?
What am I supposed
to tell Narcotics?
"My patrollers ended
your whole investigation
over some window tints"?
Patrollers?
I'm not your patroller.
In my office.
OFFICER ON RADIO:
45-8. On our way.
DISPATCHER: Copy that.
Jesus.
Don't talk to me like that
in front of another officer.
Chartier doesn't give a
shit. He knows our deal.
That doesn't matter.
I won't have you undermining me
with your little goddamn
comments, Nick.
Okay, okay. I'm sorry.
- No, you're not.
- I am.
Come on. Ream me out.
I'm your patroller.
I'm listening.
Did you for one second
think of picking up your radio?
We didn't have time.
We ran him. We chased him.
Next thing you know,
he dragged me for about
20 meters in my own cruiser.
Window tints?
Your instincts
were always bullshit,
but they were usually right.
Well, you were once somebody's
patroller too, don't forget.
Oh, I won't.
Don't.
How'd that go?
Whatever.
You okay?
Eye drops for three days.
Been crying like a baby.
DISPATCHER: D-19.
Landlord at 1550 Beaudry East
called in two juveniles
alone in an apartment.
19-2. We're on it.
1550 Beaudry East.
- Copy, 19-2.
- [Siren wails]
- [Baby crying]
- NICK: Hey there.
Is your mom home?
She's sleeping.
Sleeping?
You mind if we step inside?
All right, great. Thank you.
Thank you very much.
What's your name?
- Xavier.
- Xavier.
How you doing, Xavier? I'm Nick.
- This is my partner here... Ben.
- Hi, buddy.
And who might that be?
Juliette.
Juliette. Aw, look at you.
Is there anybody else who
takes care of you and Juliette?
- BEN: It's okay, darling.
- XAVIER: No.
BEN: Don't cry.
- Your mom's not here, is she?
- BEN: Shh, shh, shh.
- XAVIER: No.
- She needs a diaper change.
Hey, pal, where does
Mom keep the diapers?
Shh, shh, shh.
NICK: Hey there.
Uh-oh. Last one.
Well, they're fine for now, but
how soon can someone be here?
Okay, well, how
about the neighbor?
Do you have any phone
numbers for a mother or a relative?
- Yes, please.
- All right.
Okay, thanks.
- One hour.
- Cool.
All right, big guy,
where can I find a pot?
Shh, shh, shh, shh.
- XAVIER: In here.
- Oh, thank you very much.
All right. Well, you
must be starved.
So I'm gonna
fix this up for you,
and you can go
back to watching TV.
How does that sound?
All right.
- Now we got a new one.
- [Crying]
BEN: I think she's hungry.
Hey.
BEN: Oh, no, I'll
never break your heart.
What did your wife say
about our MDMA dealer?
Don't get your hopes up.
What, she's just
gonna let him go?
He's probably back in
Repentigny as we speak.
BEN: Well, everybody's
got their own agenda.
NICK: No shit.
What about Cabot Square?
What?
Cabot Square.
Where does that fit in?
It doesn't. That park
is nobody's agenda.
How do you think
it got this way?
Takes decades of neglect.
Yeah, well, someone's
got to do something about it.
Got that right.
It smells ready.
If there's one
thing I can master,
it's macaroni and cheese.
Xavier, come sit down.
All right, sport.
Here you go.
Bon appétit.
What are you looking for?
Well, we're out of diapers,
and she needs changed again.
Oh, great.
All right, I'll go out.
You good here?
Yeah, I'm good.
That policeman
looks pretty tough.
Is he winning the fight?
No, he's the strongest.
Oh, yeah?
You want him?
All right.
Hey, pal, why don't you
go pack up some clothes
for you and your sister?
Why?
Just do it. Be a good boy, okay?
Don't forget your toothbrush.
[Knock on door]
Hi.
Hi.
Amélie de Grace.
Okay.
Family Services.
Right. Right, yes.
Ben Chartier. Come on in.
AMÉLIE: Thanks.
Where's Nick?
- Nick?
- Yeah.
He's, uh, out getting diapers.
Oh.
You gonna introduce
me to your girlfriend?
Yeah. This is Juliette.
Oh, she likes you.
BEN: Yeah, she's
a cutie, isn't she?
[Door opens, closes]
NICK: All right, I'm back.
Someone order diapers?
- Oh! Look at that.
- [Laughs]
- Hi.
- They brought their "A" team.
[Smooches] How are you?
AMÉLIE: Mm! I'm good.
You never call me,
so I had to come visit.
I saw your name on the call.
Good. Well, I'm glad you did.
Okay, I can take her.
Okay, sweet pea,
let's get you changed.
- [Crying]
- Ohh.
- Diapers?
- Yeah, there you go.
Thank you. Where's Xavier?
He's just playing
in the back room.
Okay.
It's okay. Where's your brother?
Where is he? Ah!
Where's your brother?
Do not tell me you and her.
She's my sister.
You're full of shit.
No, man, she is way too cute.
Well, she's my
half-sister, but...
Hey, don't even think about it.
It's all good. I'm no
longer thinking about it.
No, seriously, you need to stop.
I'm trying.
This is it.
NICK: Miss Amélie
will take care of you
for a little while,
okay, Xavier?
XAVIER: Why?
BEN: Don't worry.
It's just until we find
your mom, okay?
AMÉLIE: Hey, can I borrow
your truck this weekend?
Mom's doing some redecorating,
and she wants some
furniture cleared out.
NICK: Yeah, sure.
Great! Well, she was
kind of hoping you'd help.
Yeah, right.
AMÉLIE: Oh, come on. When
was the last time you visited?
[Sighs]
All right.
Good. Bring Theo.
- Nah, he's with Isabelle.
- Well, can't you pick him up?
Maman would love to see him.
We'll talk.
It can't be easy
working with that guy.
No, it's not, but I
can't get rid of him.
Don't forget these.
That little one,
she packs a punch.
- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
All right, big man.
You're gonna take care
of your little sister, right?
Shake on it.
Look what I got for you.
XAVIER: Thank you.
Wait here.
Nice to meet you, Ben Chartier.
And you too.
Wait for me just inside.
Love you.
NICK: Love you too.
AMÉLIE: I'll see
you at Mom's, okay?
- NICK: Bye-bye.
- AMÉLIE: Say bye?
Bye.
XAVIER: Bye.
NICK: Don't.
Hey. Don't.
BEN: Yeah, I heard
you the first time.
DISPATCHER: We have reports
of gang violence in Montreal North.
OFFICER: 17-3. We're on it.
BEN: Another kid
flashes a gun at us today.
It's getting worse.
I'm gonna come clean about the
kid who put the gun to my head.
Now, why would you do that now?
I'll say that you
wanted to call it in,
it was my idea to cover it up.
You know they're not
gonna buy that, right?
Got to report it, Nick.
DISPATCHER: Yes,
it's 1201 Ouellette.
OFFICER: Copy.
I figured I had him
cornered, right?
And all of a sudden... bam!
I get it straight in the face.
- Really?
- Oh, yeah.
Eyes burning,
coughing. All of that.
And still couldn't
take down the big dog.
- Is that true?
- Mm-hmm.
Kid looked up and had
a big old Frosty the
Snowman coming after him.
- [Laughs]
- I was arr, arr, arr!
Sorry, guys.
Can't stick around. My
date's picking me up.
Oh, you seeing
someone from 19, Bear?
Bear went out and got
herself a foxy paramedic.
- Oh, really?
- Mm-hmm.
You know paramedics are like
a whole nother species, right?
They were specifically designed
to get fucked over by the po-po.
- [Laughs]
- [Laughs]
I'm sorry about your girl, man.
- That really sucks.
- Who told you that?
Oops. Tyler.
Can't tell her nothing, man.
We in the car all day, man.
We got to talk about something.
- BEN: Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
Well, it's early, so who
knows what's gonna happen.
Hey, sorry to hear
about Catherine.
TYLER: [Laughing]
Plenty of fish in
the sea, am I right?
Thank you, Marie.
Anyone you didn't tell?
Let's see... Who didn't
show up for work today?
Hey, Bear. Where'd she go?
- How are you?
- I'm good. How are you?
Good.
So, you want to stick
around, meet everybody?
Not really.
All right.
Let's go.
Let's get out of here.
NICK: Come on, Mo.
What are you doing?
[Engine turns over]
[Cellphone rings]
[Sighs]
Shit.
Shit. Sixers.
[Engine turns over]
[Engine turns over]
Hey!
Get back here.
What the hell are you doing?
- Nothing.
- Huh?
You dumb little shit. I should
haul your ass in right now.
You better haul my ass in,
or else everybody's
gonna think I'm a rat.
Relax, all right.
I'm not in uniform.
You think they don't know
you, they didn't run your plates?
I'm gone.
No, no, no, no. You come here.
ACHAM: You working in the park?
With those thugs?
You want to end
up like your uncle?
Hmm?
- Did someone pressure you, Mo?
- No.
Which one are you running for?
I'm not saying shit.
You see? This... This
is what I get every day.
Listen, I'm not here as
a police officer, okay?
I'm here as a friend of
Tarique and your father's.
But you're still a
cop, and I'm no snitch.
Do you realize that
if I didn't show up,
there were a half a dozen
Sixers ready to beat your ass?
You're just a runner, Mo.
You think you really
matter to the man in charge?
Christo runs the park.
Everybody knows that.
Christo, huh?
Well, you can bet that
Christo is just another idiot
looking to impress
a long list of idiots.
He ain't scared of you.
Is that right?
He put a biscuit
in a cop's face,
and the cop didn't do shit.
And you believe him?
Sit yourself down.
Got to use the washroom.
I tell him one thing...
[Door closes]
the street tells him
something different.
It's not easy.
Yeah, well, I...
I do what I can.
Nick, I know Tarique asked
you to keep an eye on him,
but, uh, you coming around
here makes things worse.
I don't want anybody getting
the wrong idea about Mo.
I got it.
I think your friend
timed out over there.
BEN: Yeah, he's had a rough day.
RACHEL: And how was your day?
I've seen better.
It's not over yet.
No, um... No, I guess not.
You could meet a nice girl.
But not too nice.
What's wrong?
Nothing. Um...
It's, uh, not a good night.
You sure?
It's your loss.
I've seen many a
soldier fall on that one.
- Hmm.
- Another beer?
No, I should get going.
But, uh, what do we do with him?
Ah, he'll let himself out.
I'll leave a light on for him.
Yeah, Tyler doesn't do too
well in the dark, does he?
He told you that?
Well, don't spread that around.
A cop scared of the dark?
It's no good to anybody.
- Good night.
- Good night.
Hey. It's your dad.
I know it's late...
I just, uh... Just
called to say hi.
Listen, we should get together
sometime soon, you know?
Go for a bite or something.
What do you say?
Okay, well, you take care.
I love you.
MICHELLE: Except that I
have to get a new blender.
AMÉLIE: You don't have one?
MICHELLE: I have one,
but I just want a new one.
What's wrong with the old one?
[Grunts] So where
you been hiding?
Nice to see you too, Mom.
Okay, we have a desk we
have to move from upstairs.
What desk?
Your grandfather's.
Amélie's getting it.
Wait, wait, wait. What
are you talking about?
Grandpa left that desk for me.
[Laughs]
So how come it's been
in my house for 20 years?
It's okay. It...
If you want the
desk, you can have it.
I didn't know.
But what is he gonna do
with an antique rolltop desk?
I don't know. The
point is he left it for me.
But you hated writing in school.
It was like pulling teeth.
I'm surprised he can
still fill out a parking ticket.
No.
Besides, your
place is too small.
Amélie, you get the desk.
AMÉLIE: Nick.
Nick.
Why do you have
to say stuff like that?
If the desk was left to him,
then he should have the desk.
MICHELLE: 'Cause he's
not gonna use the desk.
I know he's not
gonna use the desk.
MICHELLE: Hello, Dad.
Listen, I need you to
come over here now.
I can't find Nick.
Playing hide and seek,
but he neglects to tell
anybody that he's hiding.
[Sighs]
I said first thing
in the morning.
At the latest, tomorrow night.
Nick!
Nick!
[Giggling]
HOULE: You're
telling me this now?
NICK: I'm just giving
you a heads-up.
HOULE: Don't. I
don't want to know.
Look, Chartier feels the
need to clear his conscience,
and you know he's probably
gonna clear it to Gendron.
Okay, that...
- That would be a mistake.
- Oh, I know.
Look, you got enough problems
with the commander
for Christ's sakes.
Get your partner in line.
The guy just put
his old man in jail.
You think he's
gonna listen to me?
I am not gonna
clean up your mess.
But if you are gonna bring
in some random gangbanger,
better have a good reason.
[Sighs]
I'm happy to tell you
that violent crimes
have dropped in our district
for the first time in four years.
I used to work patrol, so I know
you people don't hear it enough,
but good work out there.
J.M.: Yeah!
That mean we're
getting a raise, boss?
Now, these pamphlets are to
be distributed throughout the 19th.
They show the areas
where we are succeeding.
We are not succeeding
in Cabot Square.
My guys are seeing an
increase in gang activity.
There are 349 city parks.
Can't win 'em all.
I'm just saying
that the pamphlets
may not be as effective there.
The community doesn't
get to use that park
'cause it's full
of drug dealers.
I hear your concern.
And you can clear the park of
gang activity when you see it.
But when you have
something specific,
send it over to Guns and Gangs.
They just kick it back to us.
Today's not about gangs.
It's about public outreach.
Which brings me
back to the pamphlets.
Look, you guys probably work
the toughest district in the city,
and I agree, there are areas
where we could be doing more.
But if you want to
improve a neighborhood,
you have to show the people
that you're on their side.
And these, believe it or not...
is one way to do it.
Make sure they
get the rest of them.
HOULE: Well, you
heard the commander.
Pass them down.
All right, hit the
streets, guys.
Be safe.
This is dog shit.
First, we let the kid go.
Now, we're handing out picture
books to make him feel better.
Yeah, well, I got a name.
Since when?
Christopher
Belmont, aka Christo.
He lives with his grandmother,
425 Versailles Street.
You got something for me? Huh?
- Spit it out!
- Spit it out!
Come on! Spit it out!
Spit it out!
Come on. Ah, jackpot!
Ooh.
Ah, fuck!
BEN: I got one, I
got one, I got one.
Up you go. Up you go.
NICK: You're gonna have
to change your diet, partner.
That's four, maybe
five grams of rock.
Yeah, plus whatever else
he shits out downtown tonight.
You're gonna go through my shit?
NICK: Oh, yeah.
We're gonna be
all up in your shit
for the next 12 to 15 years.
12 to 15? [Laughs]
For those little pebbles?
How about resisting arrest
and armed assault on an officer?
Man, I got no idea
what you're talking about.
That's all right.
We got plenty of
witnesses who do.
Yeah, maybe you
shouldn't have been
chirping about it all over town.
Your boy little Mo.
He witnessing?
Mo?
I think Officer Chartier here
would make a stronger eyewitness
than a black, 12-year-old
drug lookout, don't you?
- Fuck, man.
- [Engine turns over]
Through this door
and to the left.
- I want a lawyer.
- That's a good idea.
- I got rights.
- Of course you do.
Left.
Boss man wants to see you.
- Right now?
- Mm-hmm.
"Only you can
prevent forest fires."
Pow. [Laughing]
[Chuckles]
See, I don't get it.
Were my instructions
this morning unclear?
Sir, if Nick wasn't there
to talk the kid down,
I'd be dead right now.
And I appreciate that, but it
doesn't change the situation.
He held me hostage at gunpoint.
And you neglected to report it!
And then you
swapped a service bullet
to hide the fact that he
had overpowered you
and that you had
fired your weapon.
Look, that was a mistake,
and I'm good to face
the consequences.
But we need to get this kid
off the street, plain and simple.
You're right! He
should be off the street!
And the both of you
should be under indictment
for obstruction of justice!
But you know what?
Neither one of those
things are gonna happen
if I have anything
to do with it.
You two are very lucky
that the commander here
is gonna go to bat for you.
You're gonna book the
kid on simple possession,
and then this whole Pandora's
box of shit stays closed!
He'll be back on
the street in a week.
Probably less.
And the two of you
can share credit for it.
Now, get the fuck
out of my office!
[Door buzzes]
- All right, let's go.
- Where am I going?
- Straight to booking.
- What, no interview?
You're being charged with
minor possession of crack cocaine.
Get your ass up.
[Laughing]
[Exhales slowly]
Lead the way, officers. [Laughs]
Where are my kids?!
Where are the two fucking
pigs who took my kids?!
Okay, whoa, whoa, ma'am.
You need to calm down.
You think you can just
come into people's homes
and take my children?!
My babies are all I have!
Of course not. Ma'am,
you need to calm down.
Ma'am, your kids are okay.
No, they're not okay!
I don't even know
where they are!
Your children are
just fine. They're safe.
They're with Family Services.
Your kids were all alone and
half-starved when we got there.
You were nowhere to be found.
Who are you?
I'm one of the officers
who helped place them.
Place them?! Place them where?!
What goddamn right do you
have to place my kids anywhere?!
Hey! Hey! I'm warning you.
Calm down, all right?
This is only gonna get worse.
[Sobbing]
He was supposed
to go check on them.
Who was?
My boyfriend. Son of a bitch!
Just tell me where they are!
Come with me.
MARLENE: [Sobbing]
Mommy!
[Crying] Oh, honey!
Honey, are you okay?
I'm so sorry!
I missed you.
XAVIER: I missed you too.
- My Juliette?
- She's inside.
You guys need to come in too.
Hey, Xavier. Come
here for a second.
- Mommy?
- It's okay, honey.
It's okay.
That's, uh... [Clears throat]
That's quite the ring your
guy's got on his neck there.
- You think I could get it back?
- Okay.
Thanks, pal.
DISPATCHER: 504.
The yelling has
started up again.
D-19, all units.
We have shots fired
at Cabot Square.
A black male was in the street.
19-2.
- [Siren wails]
- Copy, 19-2.
BEN: Oh, Jesus Christ.
NICK: Oh, man. It's Christo.
Word on the street
is that he flipped
'cause he was
out there so quick.
MAN: Stand back, folks.
Behind the line, the man said.
Did you flip him?
No.
MAN: There's a hot
spot over here, boys.
TYLER: Mm-hmm.
OFFICER ON RADIO:
25-4. We're on our way.
[Police radio chatter]
DISPATCHER: You
guys will be on standby.
Thanks anyway.
MAN: Forensics, guys.
WOMAN: Just trying
to do our job. Thank you.
No, no, no, no. Just stay
away from him, okay?
Please.
MAN: Sir, behind
the line, please.