19-2 (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 9 - Episode #1.9 - full transcript
AUDREY: Previously on "19-2"...
Jesus, Amélie!
[Scoffs] It's not
even your business.
I work with the guy!
[Grunting]
BEN: Fucker!
[Glass shatters]
I'm not hiding anymore, Nick.
Okay.
Theo told me about
Audrey. It's getting serious?
[Both moaning]
[Cellphone vibrating]
You're on hot and cold, huh?
VINCE: Locker inspections today.
J.M.: Great. What's next?
They're gonna be
looking up my ass?
VINCE: If they do,
they'll find your head.
You hear about
locker inspections?
New policy, once a month.
Jesus, they think
we're children.
Mm-hmm.
You know my motto.
Never trust anyone
in a white shirt.
That's right.
Do you want to... pull over?
[Chuckles] Do I?
[Chuckles]
Absolutely.
ISABELLE: [Moaning]
What are we gonna
do if they split us up?
Get married?
You're gonna have
to ask better than that.
[Panting]
WOMAN ON P.A.: Attention...
Please call extension 522.
I need to apologize.
NICK: For what?
The other night.
We're married.
You're starting
something with Audrey.
And that's good.
I mean, I'm happy for you.
I don't want to screw it up.
What the hell is that?
No shit, you screwed it up!
I'm sorry. It was a mistake.
Attention, attention. There
will be a fire drill today.
More information will
be made available shortly.
[Siren wailing]
WOMAN: Copy, 19-2.
What is that?
It's a formal complaint.
Your car's a pigsty.
So, what? I've still
got a warning coming.
No, you don't.
It's on your file.
Jesus Christ, Sarge.
You sandbagging me?
You know the rules.
Rules, bullshit. You're
making this personal.
Do some overtime.
Maybe I'll get off your ass.
Hey, I do solo 7:00
to 9:00 shifts, okay?
I pull my weight.
No, I don't think you do.
Okay, fine, whatever.
Put me on overtime.
I'm just gonna need a
little, uh, flexibility, that's all.
What does that mean?
Well, I got a thing.
What thing?
It's a thing. Whatever.
It's with my wife.
What do you care?
I make the schedule.
You want special
treatment? I need a reason.
Look, uh, we're seeing someone,
okay? Wednesday nights.
So, what? You can't
work Wednesday nights,
when you're on shift?
It's the only time
we can both do it.
Do what, couples therapy?
What?! Hell no, Sarge.
I ain't doing no
fucking therapy! No.
So, what's your thing?
We got a... trainer. The
guy's impossible to book.
- A trainer?
- You know [Clears throat]
We go there, work out together,
we love each other, whatever.
I mean, come on. Think I
look this way by accident?
Come on, now.
All right, I'll see
what I can do.
In the meantime,
you're on a double.
Sir, yes, sir!
Now, how about this?
- You getting rid of that?
- Sorry, wish I could.
AUDREY: Oh yeah, you think
you're such a big guy, huh?
TYLER: I am a big
man. Look at me.
AUDREY: Oh, yeah.
I can take you on.
- TYLER: Oh, really?
- J.M.: Oh, sure you can, girl!
AUDREY: No, I mean it! I
could take you on. Come on!
Hey, circle up, circle
up, folks! Circle up!
What, are you... You
scared of little me? Huh?
- J.M.: Come on, Tyler!
- BEN: She wants some!
- TYLER: Look out!
- J.M.: Go, Tyler!
Five bucks on Audrey! Who's in?
- I'll take that.
- Five bucks on Tyler. Go, Tyler!
- TYLER: I'm in! I'm in it.
- What? Huh?
- TYLER: Oh, oh, okay!
- J.M.: Go, Tyler!
Don't hold back, man!
- Bring it!
- TYLER: I'm bringing it, baby!
- J.M.: Go, Tyler!
- Get him, Audrey!
J.M.: Come on,
Tyler! Come on, Tyler!
TYLER: Whatcha
know about that, huh?
Whatcha know about this,
huh? Whatcha know about that?
Mmm, mmm, mmm! You
like that? You like that?
- BEATRICE: Get him, Audrey!
- Don't toy with me, fuck!
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm! Whoo!
- You like that? Huh?
- Get him!
- Aah!
- Yes!
- [Groaning]
- AUDREY: Huh?
Come on, say uncle!
Don't give!
- Don't you quit on me!
- AUDREY: Come on, say uncle!
Aah, okay, okay,
okay! Uncle, uncle!
- [Laughter]
- BEATRICE: Priceless!
J.M.: Wow.
- Thanks.
- BEATRICE: Oh, yeah.
- I appreciate the support.
- BEATRICE: Very nicely done!
- That's right!
- J.M.: Oh no!
Look at this. Shame,
shame, my friend.
Come on, you all. You know
I was just playing around.
I mean, look at her.
AUDREY: You were just playing?
- TYLER: Oh!
- J.M.: She sacked him!
- No mercy. No mercy.
- BEN: Fight's over.
I know my partner. Cough
it up. Come on. Cough it up.
Come on, bring up
the money. I'm waiting.
- What? What?
- She's got it.
- You want it? You want it?
- I saw what happened, okay?
BEATRICE: Here's
your money, baby!
Thank you, baby!
You gonna be okay, big boy?
TYLER: Oh, yeah,
I'm doing all right.
- AUDREY: I'm driving.
- TYLER: Yeah, you're driving.
Everybody wants a piece of...
OFFICER: 25-7. We're on it.
32-6. I'm on my way.
- You gonna talk?
- There's nothing to talk about.
There's your sister.
You don't wanna
talk about my sister.
- Yeah, I do.
- Well, I don't.
What, you know a woman now
and need to talk
about your feelings?
DISPATCHER: 19. Disturbance
at Storage Land on Ontario Street.
19-2. We'll take that.
GUARD: Look, you
got to arrest him, okay?
He was trying to break in.
[Speaking indistinctly]
- Look, every single...
- Wait. Just hold on, all right?
Just let me hear
what he has to say.
Say that again.
Lonperre.
Is that a person?
- Lonperre, in there.
- Lonperre.
He's saying that
Lonperre is in there.
He's just making excuses.
He's sure his friend's in
there. Now, let's go inside.
You think I wouldn't
have noticed
if some guy was asleep in there?
Yeah, that's all right.
Let's check it out anyway.
OFFICER: 34-6.
Coming up to De Lorimier.
[Baby cries]
25-8. On our way.
DISPATCHER: Copy that.
YOUNG MAN: Whoo!
[Cheers]
All right, hit this.
Go!
GUARD: That's an old
storage space, which was locked
- when I first came on shift.
- HOMELESS MAN: Open! Open!
- BEN: Open it up.
- NICK: Come on, hurry up.
Sir, just step back right
here, okay? All right?
NICK: Step aside.
[Coughs]
Lonperre!
Lonp...
- BEN: Sir!
- NICK: Oh, shit.
- Sir!
- Sir!
BEN: Sir, can you hear us?
NICK: Can you move? Are
you okay? Can you move?
- BEN: Come on, let's get you up.
- NICK: We're gonna get you up
out of here, all right?
BEN: All right,
just take an arm.
Come on. Get me some
water, will you? He's dehydrated.
Hey, man, I got
enough work to do here.
He could be dead, all right?
You'd have a lot more
to clean up than shit.
Now, go get some water.
AUDREY: Are you okay?
[Breathes deeply]
Are you all right?
Hey.
Can you call it in?
19-2.
We're on the 5th floor of
Storage Land on Ontario Street.
We're gonna need an ambulance.
The ambulance is gonna be
here in 5-10 minutes, okay?
- We'll get you some water.
- Code 1.
1007 Berri and
Marie-Anne. I repeat, Code 1.
Shit, that's one
of us. Let's go!
[Siren wailing]
[Tires screech]
All units, Code 1. Officer down.
- The press is already here.
- They'll have cellphones.
No, we got it locked down.
GENDRON: You better
have it under control, Sergeant.
HOULE: EMS said not to
move her. They're 1 minute away.
BEATRICE: Where's
the fucking ambulance?
ISABELLE: Nick, wait! Let
me tell you what happened.
Ma'am, stop filming
this, please. Step back.
- WOMAN: What happened?
- We don't know yet.
[Siren wailing]
I'm so sorry.
It's your scene, Latendresse.
All right.
HOULE: Yes, Commander.
ISABELLE: Okay, Audrey's
alive. She's a fighter.
Let's stay focused.
Who called 911?
HOULE: The man
over there with the baby.
Okay, get a statement.
Beatrice, you're with me in the car.
Video playback is a priority.
The rest of you,
canvass for witnesses.
Someone has to go with
the ambulance. I'll do it.
MAN: Watch it there, watch it!
MAN #2: Okay,
Jimmy, give me a hand.
[Siren wails]
GENDRON: How is she?
HOULE: She's a fucking mess!
She should not
have been riding solo.
Are you saying this is my fault?
You forced more solos!
GENDRON: And you
decided who to put alone.
So I guess there's
blame to go around!
This is not the time to
discuss policy, Sergeant!
Find out who did it!
ISABELLE: Shit.
[Sighs]
There's nothing
useful in the video.
The car, it was parked
at a bad angle. Look.
Hey, you all right?
[Sighs] Yeah.
I'm wonderful.
I need you to drive
19-6 back to the station.
All right.
AUDREY: What the fuck, Nick?
You don't even show up?
I waited all night!
NICK: Theo was sick.
Oh, come on!
He called me. He
was looking for you.
NICK: Audrey...
She's my wife.
You're an asshole!
Okay, we've got
two possibilities.
Either this was random,
or Pouliot was
targeted specifically.
If it was random, we're looking
at a needle in a haystack.
So job one is to figure
out if she was targeted.
I'll pull up her arrest record.
Okay, what about
anything recent?
She was at the protest
last week. Anything there?
I doubt it.
We were sent to
block Sherbrooke,
but we didn't really
get to the action.
Backtrack her every move.
Do we know if there's anything
from the security branch?
- ISABELLE: Not yet.
- I'll go look.
What about the hospital?
She's still in surgery.
5'2", 110 pounds.
Whose idea was it
to put her out solo?
I can't answer that.
It was, uh... It was my call.
I take responsibility.
What the hell were you thinking?
Obviously, he wasn't thinking...
about the five guys you
could have put out there!
It was the rotation,
for Christ's sake!
Bullshit!
Detective, can I
see you in my office?
I'll need copies
of her paperwork.
What have we got?
ISABELLE: One
eyewitness, not very reliable.
Apart from that, nothing.
We found a couple of
prints that I sent to the lab,
but I wouldn't count
on getting a hit.
What did the eyewitness say?
Teenagers. White.
Pouliot herself can identify the
attackers... when she wakes up.
If she wakes up.
I'm the one that
forced the solo rides.
If she doesn't pull through...
I love you.
I love you, too.
Liar.
Nick.
WOMAN ON P.A.: Kenneth Johnson,
please report to
the reception area.
They videotaped it.
- [Thud]
- BOY: Oh, yeah!
[Laughter]
- BOY #2: That's it! That's it!
- GIRL: Give me your gun.
BOY #2: Bring her over
here! Bring her over here!
Come here! Come here, baby!
AUDREY: [Groans, screams]
[Thud, laughter]
[Screaming continues]
BOY #1: Are you
ready? Are you ready?
This is fucking ridiculous.
BOY #2: Pick her
up. Pick her up. Yeah!
- Spread 'em, spread 'em.
- BOY #1: Come on.
[Grunting, laughter]
Mnh.
HOULE: Is there any
way to see their faces?
Probably not. I'll
get intelligence on it.
BOY #2: Get her
face! Get her face!
I don't need to see this.
Sergeant, can I have permission
to go back to the
hospital, please?
Thank you.
I caught a pig. [Laughs]
BOY #2: That's sick!
[Breathing deeply]
BOY #2: Let's go!
Wait. Wait, stop, go
back. There's a reflection.
Here?
BOY #2: Let's go!
- ISABELLE: Stop.
- BEN: Here?
- ISABELLE: There.
- BEN: Good eyes.
Zoom in. Can we see his face?
No, it's been blurred out, too.
NICK: Play it again. There's
got to be something they forgot.
Hey.
We just heard back
from intelligence.
No luck. The faces
couldn't be restored.
Why not?
I guess the video was
altered before it was uploaded.
Original data isn't
there to be recovered.
So, where the hell are we?
- Nowhere.
- [Footsteps]
- Shift's over. Go home.
- No, not yet.
We should be out canvassing.
You know, we got
lots of bodies out there.
They just don't know
where to be looking.
She shouldn't have been alone.
No.
I know you two had something.
Hey.
Hey.
Nick?
We'll find them.
Let's go.
[Breathing deeply]
[Breathing sharply]
[Siren wails]
ISABELLE: Anything
in the chat rooms?
Sickos. No one knows
anything, though.
The video's getting
a ton of comments.
Read 'em.
"Heinous." "Twisted."
"Ratchet." What's ratchet?
- Nothing, slang.
- Keep going.
"This is sick. Hit delete."
- Yeah, no kidding.
- "WTF."
"In the name of Perreault."
What do you think that means?
It means I want to
know who Perreault is.
[Keyboard clacks]
[Clears throat]
[Computer chimes]
Okay, I have a Jean Perreault.
Arrested three days ago
at Hochelaga College.
Possession of cocaine
with intent to distribute.
So his friends retaliated
and beat up a cop.
We got the little pricks.
Let's get 'em.
HOULE: Hey! What
is with the uniforms?
BEN: No one feels
like clocking off, sir.
That's not your call. You're
off duty. All of you are.
Now, the investigators
are on this now.
So, we're supposed to
just what, huh? Go home?
I don't care what you
do! You are off duty!
You get these
Goddamn uniforms off!
Wait at Marie's. If there's
any news, I will get it to you.
We're not getting
cut out, not this one.
It's not my call, guys.
Sure it is.
Get changed. Wait at Marie's.
Let's go.
ISABELLE: Read
it and sign, please.
All right. That's
the deposition.
Now we need
fingerprints and photos.
I'll be back.
[Cellphone rings]
- Yeah?
- Hey.
I'm gonna be here for a while.
I need you to, um,
take Theo for the night.
Does that mean
you've made an arrest?
We have a suspect.
Perreault's girlfriend.
That's all I can say.
- No, I'm coming in.
- No, I've got this.
And someone has to explain
to Theo what's going on.
I'll call Amélie. She'll do it.
Nick, you are out of
this. That's an order.
You can't order me to
look after our kid, Izzy.
I'm calling Amélie.
Damn it.
[Ringtone plays]
So we're talking now?
I need you to pick up Theo
and take him to your place.
When?
NICK: Now.
Were you gonna say please?
Audrey got beaten half to
death today. Some kids did it.
Yeah, I'll go right now.
Hey.
- They have a suspect.
- We got a name?
- NICK: In custody.
- J.M.: Let's go.
No, wait here. All right.
We got to keep this
quiet, or it won't work.
No, screw that, man! Come on.
I'll find out.
- Nick!
- NICK: I'll find out.
[Monitor beeps,
ventilator pumping]
Sometimes, it seems like
she's... about to wake up.
[Sniffles] Then she slips
away again. [Clears throat]
- She's gonna make it.
- Yeah.
[Knock on door]
I ordered you to
stay out of this.
This is different.
You know that.
I can't talk to you.
I won't.
WOMAN: It's something
I needed to acknowledge.
- Oh, sorry. Wrong room.
- OFFICER: No, no, please.
[Lock clicks]
MAN: I got to get home, so...
There were four of them,
and they knew exactly
what they were doing.
They stayed at the park,
waiting for a cop to come by.
They were looking for
someone riding alone.
Why?
- Apparently, retaliation.
- For what?
A college friend who got
busted for dealing coke.
Oh, Jesus. Are they minors?
The girl is. And
two of the boys.
But the ringleader, the one
who had the baseball bat, he's 21.
Name's Daviaux.
He's not at home, and he
doesn't know we're onto him.
The girl says he manages
a gym, works nights.
She says he'll be there.
Who else have you told?
No one. I just
finished the interview.
I'm going for a warrant now.
I want you to leak it.
What?
You heard me.
Before you get the warrant,
let it slip to the squad...
then give it some time.
Are you sure?
Yes, sir.
[Sighs]
Keep an eye on things in there.
Thanks.
Don't thank me.
[Camera shutter clicks]
[Cellphone vibrates]
[Sighs]
[Monitor beeping rapidly]
Nurse! Nurse!
NICK: All right, we'll stay
right out of the system.
Nobody calls up his file,
no e-mails on what
we're doing, nothing.
What about the suits?
They could be on their
way already. I don't know.
- Where does he live?
- On the Plateau.
He's a part-time student,
night manager at a gym.
All right? Let's do this.
[Engine turns over]
What the hell is going on here?
We know where he is.
- Okay, this cannot happen.
- It's already happening.
It can't go down
like this, all right?
You could face brutality
charges, maybe even worse.
If it starts, it's going
to get out of control.
You know it will. All right?
You can't let it happen.
- BEN: It's too late.
- HOULE: No, just stop it!
What, do think I'm a
boy scout? You do it!
I'm the one who sent
Audrey on solo, okay?
Not my place.
I need you to step up.
TYLER: Bingo.
Tell me you got it, man.
[Chuckling] Yeah!
Cool, cool!
All right, I'll be right there.
Oh, shit.
[Batons clicking]
Come on.
I surrender.
We're not here
to make an arrest.
- Oh, shit!
- J.M.: Whoa. Whoa, pretty boy.
Huh? Huh?
DAVIAUX: Hey. Hey,
come on. Guys... Come on!
I-I didn't...
- [Thudding]
- [Groans]
Come here! It's
not so funny, hey?
DAVIAUX: [Gags]
It's not so funny
now, is it, bitch?
- You fucking pig!
- Oh, yeah! Work him, Nick!
Work him, Nick.
We saw your little film.
[Panting]
[Groans]
Work him! Give the little
bastard what he deserves!
[Groaning, grunting]
J.M.: Ah, yeah!
Again!
[Gasping]
[Gun cocks]
[Crying] No. Stop.
Stop. Stop.
- Oh!
- NICK: What the fuck you doing?
Please! Please! I
don't want to die!
If we do this, we do it right.
Get on your fucking knees.
DAVIAUX: I don't
wanna die! [Sobbing]
We're gonna do it right.
DAVIAUX: [Groans, sobs]
This is where it's going.
We all know that.
DAVIAUX: [Sobbing]
[Trickling]
[Sobbing continues]
[Sighs]
[Baton retracts]
NICK: Let's bring him in.
[Police radio chatter]
DISPATCHER: down the
front stairs. She can't walk.
GENDRON: Sergeant, my office.
OFFICER: We're on our way.
What's going on?
I leaked his name to the squad.
Why?
'Cause I thought he deserved it.
I don't know what
I was thinking.
That could have been
my Goddamn career.
[Sighs] Keep it to yourself.
Of course.
Sir.
I hope you're not mad.
- That you brought him?
- AMELIE: Yeah.
ISABELLE: No.
AMELIE: He pretty much insisted.
He's stubborn, like his dad.
You okay?
I just... I didn't know
he was so attached.
Yeah, me neither.
ISABELLE: Is it shitty
of me that it hurts?
Oh, my God, no.
You don't even
know the whole story.
Truth is...
What?
The truth is, it's obscene
for me to be talking
about myself right now.
We have to go.
Amélie said I could
stay over with her.
Not tonight, no.
I'm going to walk Homer.
Homer is Audrey's dog.
It's staying at my place.
Nick's charity case.
Please, Mom.
It's already set up.
I'm sorry. I told
him he could stay.
Do you have what
you need for school?
Yeah.
Okay.
Thanks, Mom.
[Indistinct conversations,
indistinct singing]
BARTENDER: Hey.
What can I get you?
GENDRON: Can I get a beer?
How did the arrest go down?
Nothing happened.
I know.
I want to know how.
We flipped a coin.
Heads, we kill him;
tails, we bring him in.
ISABELLE: He
leaked it, you know.
GENDRON: Thanks.
- Who?
- The commander.
I was sure you were
gonna hurt the guy.
Maybe we should have.
GENDRON: Everyone...
I just wanted to say that...
you all did a hell
of a job tonight.
You made me proud.
Next round's on me.
- Cheers!
- Cheers.
- Thank you, sir.
- Yeah.
Nice scalp.
Take it.
No, you saved him. You keep it.
[Ringtone plays]
Hey, lover.
[Chuckles]
You free?
No.
I guess that wasn't a fair
question this time of night.
I know how to turn my phone
off if I want to be left alone.
Oh.
I got Theo.
Um, dinner... tomorrow,
my house. I'll cook.
Done.
[Laughing] Okay.
Your funeral.
Yeah, what does that mean?
You'll see.
Okay.
- AMELIE: Okay. I got to go.
- Bye.
Go home. I'll take over.
There's no change.
[Clears throat]
[Monitor beeps,
ventilator pumping]
Another notch in
your belt, huh, Nick?
Who's next?
Jesus, Amélie!
[Scoffs] It's not
even your business.
I work with the guy!
[Grunting]
BEN: Fucker!
[Glass shatters]
I'm not hiding anymore, Nick.
Okay.
Theo told me about
Audrey. It's getting serious?
[Both moaning]
[Cellphone vibrating]
You're on hot and cold, huh?
VINCE: Locker inspections today.
J.M.: Great. What's next?
They're gonna be
looking up my ass?
VINCE: If they do,
they'll find your head.
You hear about
locker inspections?
New policy, once a month.
Jesus, they think
we're children.
Mm-hmm.
You know my motto.
Never trust anyone
in a white shirt.
That's right.
Do you want to... pull over?
[Chuckles] Do I?
[Chuckles]
Absolutely.
ISABELLE: [Moaning]
What are we gonna
do if they split us up?
Get married?
You're gonna have
to ask better than that.
[Panting]
WOMAN ON P.A.: Attention...
Please call extension 522.
I need to apologize.
NICK: For what?
The other night.
We're married.
You're starting
something with Audrey.
And that's good.
I mean, I'm happy for you.
I don't want to screw it up.
What the hell is that?
No shit, you screwed it up!
I'm sorry. It was a mistake.
Attention, attention. There
will be a fire drill today.
More information will
be made available shortly.
[Siren wailing]
WOMAN: Copy, 19-2.
What is that?
It's a formal complaint.
Your car's a pigsty.
So, what? I've still
got a warning coming.
No, you don't.
It's on your file.
Jesus Christ, Sarge.
You sandbagging me?
You know the rules.
Rules, bullshit. You're
making this personal.
Do some overtime.
Maybe I'll get off your ass.
Hey, I do solo 7:00
to 9:00 shifts, okay?
I pull my weight.
No, I don't think you do.
Okay, fine, whatever.
Put me on overtime.
I'm just gonna need a
little, uh, flexibility, that's all.
What does that mean?
Well, I got a thing.
What thing?
It's a thing. Whatever.
It's with my wife.
What do you care?
I make the schedule.
You want special
treatment? I need a reason.
Look, uh, we're seeing someone,
okay? Wednesday nights.
So, what? You can't
work Wednesday nights,
when you're on shift?
It's the only time
we can both do it.
Do what, couples therapy?
What?! Hell no, Sarge.
I ain't doing no
fucking therapy! No.
So, what's your thing?
We got a... trainer. The
guy's impossible to book.
- A trainer?
- You know [Clears throat]
We go there, work out together,
we love each other, whatever.
I mean, come on. Think I
look this way by accident?
Come on, now.
All right, I'll see
what I can do.
In the meantime,
you're on a double.
Sir, yes, sir!
Now, how about this?
- You getting rid of that?
- Sorry, wish I could.
AUDREY: Oh yeah, you think
you're such a big guy, huh?
TYLER: I am a big
man. Look at me.
AUDREY: Oh, yeah.
I can take you on.
- TYLER: Oh, really?
- J.M.: Oh, sure you can, girl!
AUDREY: No, I mean it! I
could take you on. Come on!
Hey, circle up, circle
up, folks! Circle up!
What, are you... You
scared of little me? Huh?
- J.M.: Come on, Tyler!
- BEN: She wants some!
- TYLER: Look out!
- J.M.: Go, Tyler!
Five bucks on Audrey! Who's in?
- I'll take that.
- Five bucks on Tyler. Go, Tyler!
- TYLER: I'm in! I'm in it.
- What? Huh?
- TYLER: Oh, oh, okay!
- J.M.: Go, Tyler!
Don't hold back, man!
- Bring it!
- TYLER: I'm bringing it, baby!
- J.M.: Go, Tyler!
- Get him, Audrey!
J.M.: Come on,
Tyler! Come on, Tyler!
TYLER: Whatcha
know about that, huh?
Whatcha know about this,
huh? Whatcha know about that?
Mmm, mmm, mmm! You
like that? You like that?
- BEATRICE: Get him, Audrey!
- Don't toy with me, fuck!
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm! Whoo!
- You like that? Huh?
- Get him!
- Aah!
- Yes!
- [Groaning]
- AUDREY: Huh?
Come on, say uncle!
Don't give!
- Don't you quit on me!
- AUDREY: Come on, say uncle!
Aah, okay, okay,
okay! Uncle, uncle!
- [Laughter]
- BEATRICE: Priceless!
J.M.: Wow.
- Thanks.
- BEATRICE: Oh, yeah.
- I appreciate the support.
- BEATRICE: Very nicely done!
- That's right!
- J.M.: Oh no!
Look at this. Shame,
shame, my friend.
Come on, you all. You know
I was just playing around.
I mean, look at her.
AUDREY: You were just playing?
- TYLER: Oh!
- J.M.: She sacked him!
- No mercy. No mercy.
- BEN: Fight's over.
I know my partner. Cough
it up. Come on. Cough it up.
Come on, bring up
the money. I'm waiting.
- What? What?
- She's got it.
- You want it? You want it?
- I saw what happened, okay?
BEATRICE: Here's
your money, baby!
Thank you, baby!
You gonna be okay, big boy?
TYLER: Oh, yeah,
I'm doing all right.
- AUDREY: I'm driving.
- TYLER: Yeah, you're driving.
Everybody wants a piece of...
OFFICER: 25-7. We're on it.
32-6. I'm on my way.
- You gonna talk?
- There's nothing to talk about.
There's your sister.
You don't wanna
talk about my sister.
- Yeah, I do.
- Well, I don't.
What, you know a woman now
and need to talk
about your feelings?
DISPATCHER: 19. Disturbance
at Storage Land on Ontario Street.
19-2. We'll take that.
GUARD: Look, you
got to arrest him, okay?
He was trying to break in.
[Speaking indistinctly]
- Look, every single...
- Wait. Just hold on, all right?
Just let me hear
what he has to say.
Say that again.
Lonperre.
Is that a person?
- Lonperre, in there.
- Lonperre.
He's saying that
Lonperre is in there.
He's just making excuses.
He's sure his friend's in
there. Now, let's go inside.
You think I wouldn't
have noticed
if some guy was asleep in there?
Yeah, that's all right.
Let's check it out anyway.
OFFICER: 34-6.
Coming up to De Lorimier.
[Baby cries]
25-8. On our way.
DISPATCHER: Copy that.
YOUNG MAN: Whoo!
[Cheers]
All right, hit this.
Go!
GUARD: That's an old
storage space, which was locked
- when I first came on shift.
- HOMELESS MAN: Open! Open!
- BEN: Open it up.
- NICK: Come on, hurry up.
Sir, just step back right
here, okay? All right?
NICK: Step aside.
[Coughs]
Lonperre!
Lonp...
- BEN: Sir!
- NICK: Oh, shit.
- Sir!
- Sir!
BEN: Sir, can you hear us?
NICK: Can you move? Are
you okay? Can you move?
- BEN: Come on, let's get you up.
- NICK: We're gonna get you up
out of here, all right?
BEN: All right,
just take an arm.
Come on. Get me some
water, will you? He's dehydrated.
Hey, man, I got
enough work to do here.
He could be dead, all right?
You'd have a lot more
to clean up than shit.
Now, go get some water.
AUDREY: Are you okay?
[Breathes deeply]
Are you all right?
Hey.
Can you call it in?
19-2.
We're on the 5th floor of
Storage Land on Ontario Street.
We're gonna need an ambulance.
The ambulance is gonna be
here in 5-10 minutes, okay?
- We'll get you some water.
- Code 1.
1007 Berri and
Marie-Anne. I repeat, Code 1.
Shit, that's one
of us. Let's go!
[Siren wailing]
[Tires screech]
All units, Code 1. Officer down.
- The press is already here.
- They'll have cellphones.
No, we got it locked down.
GENDRON: You better
have it under control, Sergeant.
HOULE: EMS said not to
move her. They're 1 minute away.
BEATRICE: Where's
the fucking ambulance?
ISABELLE: Nick, wait! Let
me tell you what happened.
Ma'am, stop filming
this, please. Step back.
- WOMAN: What happened?
- We don't know yet.
[Siren wailing]
I'm so sorry.
It's your scene, Latendresse.
All right.
HOULE: Yes, Commander.
ISABELLE: Okay, Audrey's
alive. She's a fighter.
Let's stay focused.
Who called 911?
HOULE: The man
over there with the baby.
Okay, get a statement.
Beatrice, you're with me in the car.
Video playback is a priority.
The rest of you,
canvass for witnesses.
Someone has to go with
the ambulance. I'll do it.
MAN: Watch it there, watch it!
MAN #2: Okay,
Jimmy, give me a hand.
[Siren wails]
GENDRON: How is she?
HOULE: She's a fucking mess!
She should not
have been riding solo.
Are you saying this is my fault?
You forced more solos!
GENDRON: And you
decided who to put alone.
So I guess there's
blame to go around!
This is not the time to
discuss policy, Sergeant!
Find out who did it!
ISABELLE: Shit.
[Sighs]
There's nothing
useful in the video.
The car, it was parked
at a bad angle. Look.
Hey, you all right?
[Sighs] Yeah.
I'm wonderful.
I need you to drive
19-6 back to the station.
All right.
AUDREY: What the fuck, Nick?
You don't even show up?
I waited all night!
NICK: Theo was sick.
Oh, come on!
He called me. He
was looking for you.
NICK: Audrey...
She's my wife.
You're an asshole!
Okay, we've got
two possibilities.
Either this was random,
or Pouliot was
targeted specifically.
If it was random, we're looking
at a needle in a haystack.
So job one is to figure
out if she was targeted.
I'll pull up her arrest record.
Okay, what about
anything recent?
She was at the protest
last week. Anything there?
I doubt it.
We were sent to
block Sherbrooke,
but we didn't really
get to the action.
Backtrack her every move.
Do we know if there's anything
from the security branch?
- ISABELLE: Not yet.
- I'll go look.
What about the hospital?
She's still in surgery.
5'2", 110 pounds.
Whose idea was it
to put her out solo?
I can't answer that.
It was, uh... It was my call.
I take responsibility.
What the hell were you thinking?
Obviously, he wasn't thinking...
about the five guys you
could have put out there!
It was the rotation,
for Christ's sake!
Bullshit!
Detective, can I
see you in my office?
I'll need copies
of her paperwork.
What have we got?
ISABELLE: One
eyewitness, not very reliable.
Apart from that, nothing.
We found a couple of
prints that I sent to the lab,
but I wouldn't count
on getting a hit.
What did the eyewitness say?
Teenagers. White.
Pouliot herself can identify the
attackers... when she wakes up.
If she wakes up.
I'm the one that
forced the solo rides.
If she doesn't pull through...
I love you.
I love you, too.
Liar.
Nick.
WOMAN ON P.A.: Kenneth Johnson,
please report to
the reception area.
They videotaped it.
- [Thud]
- BOY: Oh, yeah!
[Laughter]
- BOY #2: That's it! That's it!
- GIRL: Give me your gun.
BOY #2: Bring her over
here! Bring her over here!
Come here! Come here, baby!
AUDREY: [Groans, screams]
[Thud, laughter]
[Screaming continues]
BOY #1: Are you
ready? Are you ready?
This is fucking ridiculous.
BOY #2: Pick her
up. Pick her up. Yeah!
- Spread 'em, spread 'em.
- BOY #1: Come on.
[Grunting, laughter]
Mnh.
HOULE: Is there any
way to see their faces?
Probably not. I'll
get intelligence on it.
BOY #2: Get her
face! Get her face!
I don't need to see this.
Sergeant, can I have permission
to go back to the
hospital, please?
Thank you.
I caught a pig. [Laughs]
BOY #2: That's sick!
[Breathing deeply]
BOY #2: Let's go!
Wait. Wait, stop, go
back. There's a reflection.
Here?
BOY #2: Let's go!
- ISABELLE: Stop.
- BEN: Here?
- ISABELLE: There.
- BEN: Good eyes.
Zoom in. Can we see his face?
No, it's been blurred out, too.
NICK: Play it again. There's
got to be something they forgot.
Hey.
We just heard back
from intelligence.
No luck. The faces
couldn't be restored.
Why not?
I guess the video was
altered before it was uploaded.
Original data isn't
there to be recovered.
So, where the hell are we?
- Nowhere.
- [Footsteps]
- Shift's over. Go home.
- No, not yet.
We should be out canvassing.
You know, we got
lots of bodies out there.
They just don't know
where to be looking.
She shouldn't have been alone.
No.
I know you two had something.
Hey.
Hey.
Nick?
We'll find them.
Let's go.
[Breathing deeply]
[Breathing sharply]
[Siren wails]
ISABELLE: Anything
in the chat rooms?
Sickos. No one knows
anything, though.
The video's getting
a ton of comments.
Read 'em.
"Heinous." "Twisted."
"Ratchet." What's ratchet?
- Nothing, slang.
- Keep going.
"This is sick. Hit delete."
- Yeah, no kidding.
- "WTF."
"In the name of Perreault."
What do you think that means?
It means I want to
know who Perreault is.
[Keyboard clacks]
[Clears throat]
[Computer chimes]
Okay, I have a Jean Perreault.
Arrested three days ago
at Hochelaga College.
Possession of cocaine
with intent to distribute.
So his friends retaliated
and beat up a cop.
We got the little pricks.
Let's get 'em.
HOULE: Hey! What
is with the uniforms?
BEN: No one feels
like clocking off, sir.
That's not your call. You're
off duty. All of you are.
Now, the investigators
are on this now.
So, we're supposed to
just what, huh? Go home?
I don't care what you
do! You are off duty!
You get these
Goddamn uniforms off!
Wait at Marie's. If there's
any news, I will get it to you.
We're not getting
cut out, not this one.
It's not my call, guys.
Sure it is.
Get changed. Wait at Marie's.
Let's go.
ISABELLE: Read
it and sign, please.
All right. That's
the deposition.
Now we need
fingerprints and photos.
I'll be back.
[Cellphone rings]
- Yeah?
- Hey.
I'm gonna be here for a while.
I need you to, um,
take Theo for the night.
Does that mean
you've made an arrest?
We have a suspect.
Perreault's girlfriend.
That's all I can say.
- No, I'm coming in.
- No, I've got this.
And someone has to explain
to Theo what's going on.
I'll call Amélie. She'll do it.
Nick, you are out of
this. That's an order.
You can't order me to
look after our kid, Izzy.
I'm calling Amélie.
Damn it.
[Ringtone plays]
So we're talking now?
I need you to pick up Theo
and take him to your place.
When?
NICK: Now.
Were you gonna say please?
Audrey got beaten half to
death today. Some kids did it.
Yeah, I'll go right now.
Hey.
- They have a suspect.
- We got a name?
- NICK: In custody.
- J.M.: Let's go.
No, wait here. All right.
We got to keep this
quiet, or it won't work.
No, screw that, man! Come on.
I'll find out.
- Nick!
- NICK: I'll find out.
[Monitor beeps,
ventilator pumping]
Sometimes, it seems like
she's... about to wake up.
[Sniffles] Then she slips
away again. [Clears throat]
- She's gonna make it.
- Yeah.
[Knock on door]
I ordered you to
stay out of this.
This is different.
You know that.
I can't talk to you.
I won't.
WOMAN: It's something
I needed to acknowledge.
- Oh, sorry. Wrong room.
- OFFICER: No, no, please.
[Lock clicks]
MAN: I got to get home, so...
There were four of them,
and they knew exactly
what they were doing.
They stayed at the park,
waiting for a cop to come by.
They were looking for
someone riding alone.
Why?
- Apparently, retaliation.
- For what?
A college friend who got
busted for dealing coke.
Oh, Jesus. Are they minors?
The girl is. And
two of the boys.
But the ringleader, the one
who had the baseball bat, he's 21.
Name's Daviaux.
He's not at home, and he
doesn't know we're onto him.
The girl says he manages
a gym, works nights.
She says he'll be there.
Who else have you told?
No one. I just
finished the interview.
I'm going for a warrant now.
I want you to leak it.
What?
You heard me.
Before you get the warrant,
let it slip to the squad...
then give it some time.
Are you sure?
Yes, sir.
[Sighs]
Keep an eye on things in there.
Thanks.
Don't thank me.
[Camera shutter clicks]
[Cellphone vibrates]
[Sighs]
[Monitor beeping rapidly]
Nurse! Nurse!
NICK: All right, we'll stay
right out of the system.
Nobody calls up his file,
no e-mails on what
we're doing, nothing.
What about the suits?
They could be on their
way already. I don't know.
- Where does he live?
- On the Plateau.
He's a part-time student,
night manager at a gym.
All right? Let's do this.
[Engine turns over]
What the hell is going on here?
We know where he is.
- Okay, this cannot happen.
- It's already happening.
It can't go down
like this, all right?
You could face brutality
charges, maybe even worse.
If it starts, it's going
to get out of control.
You know it will. All right?
You can't let it happen.
- BEN: It's too late.
- HOULE: No, just stop it!
What, do think I'm a
boy scout? You do it!
I'm the one who sent
Audrey on solo, okay?
Not my place.
I need you to step up.
TYLER: Bingo.
Tell me you got it, man.
[Chuckling] Yeah!
Cool, cool!
All right, I'll be right there.
Oh, shit.
[Batons clicking]
Come on.
I surrender.
We're not here
to make an arrest.
- Oh, shit!
- J.M.: Whoa. Whoa, pretty boy.
Huh? Huh?
DAVIAUX: Hey. Hey,
come on. Guys... Come on!
I-I didn't...
- [Thudding]
- [Groans]
Come here! It's
not so funny, hey?
DAVIAUX: [Gags]
It's not so funny
now, is it, bitch?
- You fucking pig!
- Oh, yeah! Work him, Nick!
Work him, Nick.
We saw your little film.
[Panting]
[Groans]
Work him! Give the little
bastard what he deserves!
[Groaning, grunting]
J.M.: Ah, yeah!
Again!
[Gasping]
[Gun cocks]
[Crying] No. Stop.
Stop. Stop.
- Oh!
- NICK: What the fuck you doing?
Please! Please! I
don't want to die!
If we do this, we do it right.
Get on your fucking knees.
DAVIAUX: I don't
wanna die! [Sobbing]
We're gonna do it right.
DAVIAUX: [Groans, sobs]
This is where it's going.
We all know that.
DAVIAUX: [Sobbing]
[Trickling]
[Sobbing continues]
[Sighs]
[Baton retracts]
NICK: Let's bring him in.
[Police radio chatter]
DISPATCHER: down the
front stairs. She can't walk.
GENDRON: Sergeant, my office.
OFFICER: We're on our way.
What's going on?
I leaked his name to the squad.
Why?
'Cause I thought he deserved it.
I don't know what
I was thinking.
That could have been
my Goddamn career.
[Sighs] Keep it to yourself.
Of course.
Sir.
I hope you're not mad.
- That you brought him?
- AMELIE: Yeah.
ISABELLE: No.
AMELIE: He pretty much insisted.
He's stubborn, like his dad.
You okay?
I just... I didn't know
he was so attached.
Yeah, me neither.
ISABELLE: Is it shitty
of me that it hurts?
Oh, my God, no.
You don't even
know the whole story.
Truth is...
What?
The truth is, it's obscene
for me to be talking
about myself right now.
We have to go.
Amélie said I could
stay over with her.
Not tonight, no.
I'm going to walk Homer.
Homer is Audrey's dog.
It's staying at my place.
Nick's charity case.
Please, Mom.
It's already set up.
I'm sorry. I told
him he could stay.
Do you have what
you need for school?
Yeah.
Okay.
Thanks, Mom.
[Indistinct conversations,
indistinct singing]
BARTENDER: Hey.
What can I get you?
GENDRON: Can I get a beer?
How did the arrest go down?
Nothing happened.
I know.
I want to know how.
We flipped a coin.
Heads, we kill him;
tails, we bring him in.
ISABELLE: He
leaked it, you know.
GENDRON: Thanks.
- Who?
- The commander.
I was sure you were
gonna hurt the guy.
Maybe we should have.
GENDRON: Everyone...
I just wanted to say that...
you all did a hell
of a job tonight.
You made me proud.
Next round's on me.
- Cheers!
- Cheers.
- Thank you, sir.
- Yeah.
Nice scalp.
Take it.
No, you saved him. You keep it.
[Ringtone plays]
Hey, lover.
[Chuckles]
You free?
No.
I guess that wasn't a fair
question this time of night.
I know how to turn my phone
off if I want to be left alone.
Oh.
I got Theo.
Um, dinner... tomorrow,
my house. I'll cook.
Done.
[Laughing] Okay.
Your funeral.
Yeah, what does that mean?
You'll see.
Okay.
- AMELIE: Okay. I got to go.
- Bye.
Go home. I'll take over.
There's no change.
[Clears throat]
[Monitor beeps,
ventilator pumping]
Another notch in
your belt, huh, Nick?
Who's next?