19-2 (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - School - full transcript
BEN: Previously on "19-2"...
GENDRON: Sergeant
Houle, Ben Chartier.
Just transferred in
from Provincial Police.
HOULE: Chartier, you will
be riding 19-2 with Barron.
NICK: For Christ's sakes, Houle.
I'm not in the mood to
play tour guide to the hick.
Nick is better off
alone. Trust me.
I trust you, Sergeant.
Unfortunately, I don't feel
the same way about Barron.
- NICK: Houle wants me solo.
- Why?
'Cause I don't want to be
stuck on a team with you, Bambi.
BEN: You don't want to
work with me, that's fine.
I sure as hell don't
want to be stuck with you.
HOULE: Give him a chance.
Whatever he's like,
it's not personal.
What's with the bitch?
She's my wife.
BEN: You said
you'd come with me.
You hate it there.
I want a divorce.
J.M.: Did I ever tell you
that SQ came to see me,
asking questions about
Nick after Harvey got shot?
BEN: You are a hell
of a partner, aren't you?
You sure Harvey
didn't shoot himself
just to get away from you?
[Gunshots]
You don't know anything.
He's not fit for duty. He
shouldn't have been cleared.
Drop the weapon!
Let me see your hands!
- Drop it.
- Walk away or die.
GENDRON: Why do you feel
the need to protect this guy?
He's my partner. There's a code.
- [Siren wailing]
- Oh!
What the hell happened in there?
NICK: Someone messed up.
GENDRON: I hear things
aren't too rosy with you and Nick.
It's nothing I
can't handle, sir.
Well, I'm glad to hear it.
I think you've been a
positive influence on Nick,
and I'd like to see it continue.
NICK: I hear Gendron
quashed your transfer.
- Any idea why?
- Thinks we make a good team.
NICK: Hey. It's your dad.
I know it's late. I just, uh...
I love you.
I want to be here with you.
I made a mistake. I'm so sorry.
- ISABELLE: A file on Nick?
- GENDRON: He is involved.
He is your husband.
And no one is going to
approve you for lieutenant
until that's all wrapped up.
MALLOY: Anything we say
to you in this room is restricted.
We have a mole in 19.
GIRARD: Our original theory
was that Jean-Pierre
Harvey was the mole.
Now the most likely
suspect is Nick Barron.
We need a cop that we
can trust to do the right thing.
You're that guy.
You ready, Bambi?
[Birds chirping,
children shouting]
[Vehicle approaching]
- [Children laughing]
- MAN ON RADIO: 14-21. Backup.
WOMAN: What took you so long?
We came as fast
as we could, ma'am.
Is animal services here yet?
Nobody's here. We've
just been waiting.
19-2. We need a 20 on animal
services at Castro Towers.
Called one out 30 minutes ago.
WOMAN ON RADIO:
Forty minutes to an hour.
Outstanding.
All right. Show us where.
Okay.
[Children shouting]
WOMAN: Keep an
eye on them, will you?
The building manager here?
He's only here on
Mondays. Sometimes.
- You got a phone number?
- [Horn squeaks]
WOMAN: I can get that for you.
It was just there, right
in the middle of nap time.
Everyone was on their mats.
I was sure it was
going to bite Leontha.
- How big is it?
- Oh, my God. I don't know.
- Huge.
- Know where it went?
No idea. I just
got everyone out.
Look at this.
[Exhales deeply] Okay.
Could have gone down there.
Maybe.
I'll seal it up.
I can get that phone
number for you.
Please.
[Children shouting, laughing]
Somebody looking
for a snake, Officer?
Who are you?
Just a concerned
citizen trying to help.
The snake's downstairs.
Thought you might want to know.
Cassie Clement.
Nick.
So what brings you around?
I was just trying to
help the boys in blue.
You know me.
Help? Yeah...
help get rid of us.
[Chuckles]
Come on. I'll show you.
Do that.
Down here.
- Know this guy?
- A long time ago.
What's his deal?
Crime.
This lady was doing her
laundry and saw it go over there.
19-2. We got another
sighting of the snake.
We're moving into the basement.
Animal control ever
gonna show up?
WOMAN ON RADIO: No updates.
After you.
Uh-oh.
Oh! Jesus!
Shit.
Fuck. [Breathing heavily]
Look at the size of that thing.
Why don't you go get us a
laundry bag or something?
The fuck am I gonna
find a laundry bag?
- Watch your mouth.
- Hey, just get him something.
He's packing.
- Who's packing?
- Your friend.
- He's not my friend.
- I don't care what he is.
He's got a gun.
- Just watch that snake.
- I'll watch the snake.
Damn.
Geez.
[Water running]
[Washing machine humming]
What the hell are you doing?
What the hell are you doing?
What, are you
gonna let him walk?
- What are we doing here?
- I warned him.
- That was good you warned him.
- Look, this is Castro.
- People get stupid.
- Come on.
It's a legal gun.
Not to carry.
WOMAN ON RADIO: 19,
we have a report of vandalism
at Viger High School.
19-2. We're at Castro, en route.
That's like two blocks away.
19-2. Tell animal services
we've got the snake.
WOMAN ON RADIO: Copy, 19-2.
You'll have to hold this
open. I'll put him inside.
I think you got this.
[Inhales, exhales deeply]
[Mid-tempo music plays]
[Siren wailing]
WOMAN ON RADIO: Copy, 19-2.
WOMAN ON RADIO:
Apparently somebody smashed up
the computer system
in the main office.
BEN: 19-2. We're on site.
WOMAN ON RADIO: Copy.
NICK: She's in a hurry.
[Gunshots]
19-2. We have shots fired
inside Viger High School.
We have an 888 inside
Viger High School.
I repeat... Multiple
shots fired.
- We're in pursuit.
- WOMAN ON RADIO: Copy, 19-2.
- Don't move!
- Hey! Hey!
- Don't move!
- I'm the janitor.
The guy's inside.
He's got a gun.
- He's shooting people.
- What does he look like?
He's got a black
hat. It's a ball cap.
Go! Get the hell
out of here! Go! Go!
- [Woman screaming in distance]
- Shit.
MAN ON RADIO:
Anyone in the area,
we've got a
possible vandalism...
Hands! Hands!
WOMAN: We just work here.
We have at least one
victim inside of the school.
Units should use the west
entrance. We have it open.
- Where is he? Where is he?
- I-I don't know.
- Get out. Go.
- WOMAN ON RADIO: Copy, 19-2.
We have multiple
reports coming in.
Leave the door
open! Leave it open!
- [Gunshot, crowd screaming]
- Fuck!
We got to go. We got to go.
Everybody out!
[Indistinct talking
on radio, gunshots]
- That way! Go! Stay down!
- [Screaming continues]
Where is he?! Where is he?!
[Gunshot, glass shattering]
Shooter's in the cafeteria.
WOMAN ON RADIO: All first
responders and ambulances...
[Gunshots]
[Indistinct talking on radio]
- Ben, cover me!
- BEN: You can go. You can go.
[Gunshots]
WOMAN ON RADIO: 33 is mobilized.
Patrol is en route.
MAN ON RADIO:
33-4. We're en route.
19-2. I have eyes
on the shooter.
He's wearing a black
ball cap, black sweatshirt.
- He has an assault rifle.
- [Gunshots, screaming]
MAN ON RADIO:
19-24 on Beaumarchais.
- [Gunshot, screaming]
- We're in the cafeteria.
You got a shot?
NICK: No. You?
HOULE: Have you
got him pinned down?
BEN: No. There's multiple exits.
- You good?
- NICK: I'm good.
- [Girl sobbing]
- BEN: Drop your weapon!
- [Gunshots]
- Drop your weapon!
[Indistinct talking on radio]
NICK: You don't have to do this!
Just put the gun down.
Put the fucking gun down!
We're here to help you!
WOMAN ON RADIO: All units,
clear channel 1 for triple 8 call.
All units clear channel 1.
NICK: Put it down!
BEN: You're fucking
surrounded! Put down the gun!
- It's over!
- We're here to help you!
- [Girl sobbing]
- No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no.
- No, no.
- [Gunshots, crowd screaming]
HOULE: What's going on, guys?
BEN: The shooter
is taking hostages.
He's in the back of the
cafeteria by the kitchen.
The shooter has hostages.
No, don't... Don't
you shoot her!
Don't shoot her!
- [Girl sobbing]
- Aah!
MAN ON RADIO:
19-28. We're on site.
Unconfirmed reports
of gunshots in the gym.
[Sirens wailing in distance]
- NICK: How many shooters?
- HOULE: Not confirmed.
We have reports of gunshots
in multiple locations
in the school.
- [Girls sobbing]
- NICK: Aw, Jesus.
What are you up to, son?
Huh? What are you gonna do?
- What are you gonna do here?
- [Gunshot, screaming]
Just put the damn thing down!
You know it's the
right thing to do, okay?
Just put it down!
We're here to help you!
[Sirens wailing, horn blares]
This is not gonna end well.
You're surrounded.
There's nowhere to go.
There's no way out of here.
MAN ON RADIO: 33-4.
We're outside the main doors.
We have the entrance secured.
Shooter is in the
cafeteria. Try to contain him.
WOMAN ON RADIO:
Which way do we go?
HOULE: I don't know. No
one is saying the same thing.
Let's get it together, guys.
BEN: We've got to
go. We've got to go.
[Gunshot, screaming]
- [Gunshot]
- Hey!
Listen to me, son.
Listen to me.
All you got to do
is put the gun down.
Put it down. We're
here to help you, okay?
My name's Nick.
I told you... I'm
here to help you.
What's your name?
[Gunshot, screaming]
Fuck!
Come on, son. You got
to... You got to talk to me.
[Sirens wailing, horns
blaring in distance]
What are they doing?
What...
What... What are they doing?
BEN: He's moving. Exiting
the back of the cafeteria...
- NICK: Let 'em go!
- Into the kitchen.
He's got three hostages
he's using as human shields.
I repeat...
The shooter is exiting the
cafeteria into the kitchen.
HOULE: Do not lose
contact with the shooter.
19-1. I will take
command on site.
Minutes away.
Tactical is delayed
but en route.
NICK: Don't do this.
BEN: Hey. Hey. Yeah.
Right? Yeah.
- [Girl sobbing]
- MAN ON RADIO: 19-8.
We're looking for an
entrance to the kitchen.
NICK: Let 'em go!
Let them go.
Put the gun down. It's over.
You got nowhere to go.
There's only one
way this is gonna end.
All right? Now let us help you.
[Gunshots, crowd screaming]
Sir, the exit behind me... Go!
We're clear.
BEN: Come on.
[Sobbing]
WOMAN ON RADIO: 19-12.
We'll back you up in the kitchen.
- Where are you?
- BEN: Watch your left.
MAN ON RADIO:
19-24. We're just outside.
Open the door. It's locked.
HOULE: 19-24, negative.
Find another way in.
Hey. Hey. Look at me. Look
at me. Where does this go?
Come here. Look at
me. Where does this go?
I think west hall.
The west hall?
We believe the shooter
is in the west hall.
We need some guidance here.
HOULE: We have
floor plans on site.
I'm almost there.
We have casualties
in the kitchen.
We need paramedics.
WOMAN ON RADIO:
Multiple units en route.
HOULE: Go after the shooter.
Hold up.
VINCE: Jesus.
Hey. No, no.
We don't know where he is.
Might be another shooter.
Come on.
Have we confirmed
multiple shooters?
HOULE: Negative.
We got to go. We got to go. Go.
[Indistinct talking on radio]
VINCE: We have
to leave the victims.
- Leave the victims.
- Hey. Hey.
Hey! Look at me. Look at me.
NICK: Did you see where he went?
- Did you see where he went?
- BEN: Do you see him right now?
That way?
- You sure?
- [Door closes in distance]
- Okay. Help's on the way, okay?
- Down! Get down!
- Get down!
- We got to go.
HOULE: Okay. Keep moving, guys.
NICK: Hey! Stay down! Stay down!
[Sirens wailing, horns blaring]
VINCE: I've got some
wounded in the kitchen,
dead and alive.
[Girl sobbing]
Call it in.
She won't wake up.
[Whispering] Hey.
Come on. Come on.
We'll take care of your
friend. Go! Go out the back.
We got a young girl down
near the southeast entrance.
HOULE: Do you have
contact with the shooter?
Negative. Negative.
There's kids everywhere.
First priority is to
neutralize the threat.
Find him.
BEATRICE: Where? Where do we go?
HOULE: Don't lose
sight of the shooter.
Tyler.
Tyler, breathe.
Come on.
You got this. Breathe.
Stairs.
Now. Come on. Move!
[Helicopter approaching]
HOULE: The outside
perimeter is now secure.
Keep moving, guys. Go.
[Locker rattles, girl sobbing]
BEATRICE: We're
on the second floor.
We'll take a different hallway.
Kids, the exit in
the kitchen. Now.
Go.
Check this here.
Check it here.
[Door opens]
HOULE: 19-2, do you
have the suspect in sight?
BEATRICE: No
from the second floor.
[Gunshot, screaming]
Shit.
Oh, fuck me.
Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus.
Oh, Jesus. Oh, come on.
Oh, motherfucker.
[Breathing heavily]
[Door closes in distance]
[Metal jingling]
[Grunts]
Fuck.
Oh, shit.
[Door closes, girl sobbing]
Sir. Sir.
- Here.
- Shh!
Shh.
Stay down. I'll come to you.
Are you okay?
She stopped breathing.
Can you run?
Run. Run now.
[Helicopter whirring]
Got no pulse.
This is 19-7.
I've got a girl in critical.
I'm bringing her out now.
[Exhales deeply]
That's it.
I got you.
[Grunts] I got you.
You're gonna be okay, sweetie.
You're gonna be okay.
If you can get out, go now.
Run.
Oh, shit.
Oh, Jesus, help me.
You're gonna be okay, sweetie.
You'll be okay. You'll be okay.
That's it.
Attagirl.
Oh, Jesus.
Fuck.
I-I need a fucking
ambulance, man.
- HOULE: This way!
- I need a fucking ambulance.
- Get behind the wall.
- You're gonna be okay, sweetie.
- It'll be okay, sweetie.
- Good work, Brouillard.
Where the fuck is
the ambulance, man?!
Where the fuck
is the ambulance?!
- Brouillard!
- I'll take her!
It's okay.
[Gunshots, screaming]
BEN: 19-2. He's
in the auditorium.
We're engaged. He's shooting.
[Gunshots continue]
He's in the auditorium.
He's taken cover
in the control room.
[Gunshots, screaming]
NICK: Give it up!
You got nowhere to go!
Hey, you two. You two.
Stay down. Stay down.
I can't see him!
[Girl sobbing]
VINCE: We need paramedics.
I have a girl
bleeding out in here.
HOULE: We'll get the
girl. Stay with the shooter.
VINCE: I repeat...
We need paramedics.
I have a girl bleeding
out down here.
HOULE: What is your location?
VINCE: In the auditorium.
She needs help... now!
HOULE: 33-4. We're
in the auditorium.
It's over! Put the gun down!
VINCE: Okay. You
got to watch her now.
Forget about him. I'm
gonna worry about him.
[Gunshot, screaming]
You're surrounded!
[Gunshots]
You're completely surrounded!
You've got nowhere to go!
[Child whimpering]
Put...
[Gunshots]
BEN: He's moving. He's moving!
Go.
Get out of here! Get out!
Go.
[Sirens wailing, girl screaming]
Go! Get out of here!
This piece of shit. Come
on. Where did he go?
Let's get this
fucking piece of shit.
- Come here.
- What are you doing, man?
- Get off of me!
- Where's your partner?
- He's in there with the girl...
- You never leave your partner.
- He doesn't move.
- You want to get us killed?!
- He's a pussy, all right?
- You want to get us all killed?!
Remember your training.
Do your job.
Go find your partner.
- Go.
- Okay.
NICK: Let's go. Let's go!
VINCE: Little fucker.
BEATRICE: We're
on the second floor.
Repeat... on the second floor.
- I'll go left.
- Go left.
- Hey! Hey!
- Get out! Get out!
BEATRICE: One
with a rifle, ball cap,
the other khaki pants, green
shirt, medium-long blond hair.
They're each taking a side.
NICK: Go, go, go. Go,
go, go. Get out of here.
19-2. We've lost the
suspect. Where is he?
ISABELLE: I need to know
the offices are secured.
- I need access to the offices.
- [Sirens wailing]
HOULE: All units, I need
the main offices secured.
I want two duos on it.
MAN ON RADIO: 17-3. We're on it.
WOMAN ON RADIO:
19-12. We'll head there now.
[Gunshots]
- Shots! Shots fired!
- BEN: Shots fired!
- Nick?
- NICK: Stop right there!
Don't you fucking move!
Show me your hands!
Show me your fucking hands!
Drop the bag. Drop it!
BEN: On the ground!
Get on the ground!
Get on the fucking ground! Down!
19-2. We have a
suspect... Black ball cap.
[Zipper opens]
[Girl screams]
Get out!
Fuck! No weapon.
- No weapon?
- No weapon.
- Where's the weapon?
- I don't have a weapon.
We don't have a weapon.
[Door closes]
Oh, shit.
[Gunshots, screaming]
HOULE: Leave
them. Find the shooter.
Where are you?
I don't fucking know!
[Sirens wailing, horns
blaring in distance]
This main street needs to
be closed off in both directions.
Make sure paramedics have
access to the north entrance.
There are three more
ambulances en route.
Hold on. Anything?
Still waiting to
get into the office.
We need access to
the school cameras.
There's a goddamn radio
station broadcasting live tweets
from inside the school.
Oh, you're kidding me.
The kids inside. They're
talking to each other.
MAN ON RADIO: School
offices are secured.
Access via southeast entrance.
Finally.
You're with me. I'm going in.
HOULE: Yeah.
[Indistinct shouting,
sirens wailing]
Hey. You up to going back in?
No. Where the fuck is tactical?
First unit just went
in on the other side,
but I got a cop from
17 that needs a partner.
Okay. I'm good.
You know what? I'm
putting you on perimeter.
- I'm good. I'm good.
- Look, you're gonna get a medal
for the girl, okay?
I need you to help
sort out the kids.
- Okay.
- Let's go.
Okay.
[Indistinct conversations,
cellphone ringing]
I need to be inside.
Absolutely not.
Gendron.
Straight ahead.
Shit. I knew it.
I need someone to fix
the fucking monitors.
The computer's smashed.
BEN: [Inhales, exhales deeply]
- BEN: It's clear.
- [Girl whimpering]
NICK: Stay in the room till
we come to evacuate you.
Keep it locked.
Room 259 is clear.
About 20 students and a teacher.
[Door closes]
- Okay?
- Yeah.
[Sirens wailing, horns
blaring in distance]
[Metal rattling]
It's chained shut.
The shooter fucking
with us. Got to be.
Stairway's been chained
shut around room 260.
We'll need bolt cutters.
Copy.
Need a pair of bolt cutters.
MAN ON RADIO: 265.
I can't see anyone in it.
19-28?
MAN ON RADIO:
Grade 7 classrooms.
19-2?
BEN: We're in the
science labs... 240-L.
19-4?
BEATRICE: 232-C.
Where the fuck is 232-C?
Locked.
261 is locked.
[Door rattles]
- Locked.
- 262 is locked.
[Door rattles]
Locked.
263 is locked. We
could go left at 251.
[Up-tempo music playing]
[No audio]
[No audio]
[Gunshot]
Ben!
[Gunshots, screaming]
He's shooting at us.
He's shooting at us.
I'm pinned down here!
We need some
fucking backup... Now!
We're outside room 263.
He's at the end of the hall.
He's got an exit.
Keep him engaged.
All units, we have a confirmed
shooter near stairway L.
I repeat... stairway L.
Stairway B has been obstructed.
[Girls screaming]
NICK: Stay down! Stay down!
BEN: Go, go, go, go, go.
19-2. I have eyes
on the shooter.
Black ball cap,
black sweatshirt.
He's gone through a fire door.
I don't know what direction.
- HOULE: Copy. Stay on him.
- [Gunshot, screaming]
Go! Let's go!
[Screaming continues]
- Your right?
- To the right.
[Woman sobbing]
- BEATRICE: Crossfire!
- Crossfire! Crossfire!
[Sirens wailing, horns
blaring in distance]
All right. Everybody get down.
Everybody get down.
Get on the ground.
- NICK: Everybody down.
- BEN: Get down. Get down.
Everybody get down.
Everybody get down.
- [Girl sobbing]
- Shit. Back corner.
Back corner!
- Put it down!
- Put it down!
- Put the gun down!
- Put down the gun! It's over!
[Whispering] Do you have a shot?
- BEN: Put it down!
- NICK: Put the gun down!
- BEN: Put the fucking gun down!
- NICK: Put the gun down!
- Let her go!
- Put the fucking gun down!
[Whispering] Take
the shot. Tyler!
- BEN: Put it down!
- Tyler.
NICK: We're here to help
you! Don't do this! It's over!
[Grunts]
[Gunshots, screaming]
[Screaming]
Fuck!
[Breathing heavily]
[Screaming continues]
[No audio]
[Helicopter whirring]
[Beatrice sobbing]
BEATRICE: Tyler's down.
[Breathing heavily]
It's not... Jesus!
I need paramedics right away!
The area is not secure.
Jesus, Sarge! He's dying!
HOULE: You have
to bring him out.
He's bleeding out!
Pinch the artery
and bring him out!
That's your partner!
Bring him out!
[Down-tempo music playing]
We've got a victim. She's
unconscious but breathing.
She's been shot in the stomach.
We need a medic here right away.
We're outside room 208.
You good?
Where is your partner?!
He got scared.
Go help Bear.
Come on. Let's go.
[Music continues]
[Siren wailing, horn blaring]
Hang in, buddy.
Gonna be all right.
HOULE: What's his situation?
I don't know. He's breathing.
- You stay with him.
- Yes, sir.
Sir, I got to go back
inside. I lost my partner.
- I'll hook up with another unit.
- Do that.
Yes, sir.
[Indistinct conversations]
- [Key clicks]
- That should do it.
ISABELLE: Okay. How
do I change cameras?
It's these here, and
then it just goes in a loop.
[Sirens wailing, horns
blaring in distance]
Shit.
Nick? He's in the stairs.
Which stairs?
Keep going. You're close.
Okay. Go.
I'm going.
[Keys clicking]
- Clear.
- Clear.
Shh.
NICK: No visual.
He just left.
I can't find him.
Okay. I have you on screen.
[Inhales sharply]
Hey, I got a bunch
of kids in here.
- Let's get them out.
- No, no, no. No.
- Lock it down.
- Let's just do it, Nick.
Stay there. Stay with them.
You. Look at me.
Stay down. Quiet.
[Gunshot, screaming]
Stay there! Stay... Don't move!
Fuck.
- [Door closes]
- Where is he?
I don't know.
Okay. We got to go.
- Okay.
- Go.
Okay. Okay.
Where is he?
I don't know.
Tactical, I have confirmation
the shooter is back on the
first floor, northwest section.
- Okay?
- Yeah.
[Whispering] Hey. Hey.
- [Gunshots, screaming]
- Hey! Hey!
- They just left the front hall.
- Which way?
To the left of the
entrance as you come in.
He's going back up.
Okay.
Ready?
[Sighs]
[Crowd screaming]
[Woman screaming]
BEN: Oh, shit.
[Girl whimpering]
[Gunshot]
Shit.
Nick? Nick?
Nick.
What's happening?
[Siren wailing]
Chartier? Barron?
Latendresse, do you have visual?
I can't see them.
They're somewhere
in the library.
[Helicopter whirring]
19-2, respond. 19-2.
Anything?
I can only see the
desk. Nothing's moving.
I'm going in.
You two are my backup.
We're heading for the library.
Second floor, southwest.
GENDRON: 19-8, respond.
19-8.
19-8.
19-8, you are
cleared to evacuate.
Do it now.
VINCE: Copy.
Stay in a line.
Uh, stay close and...
And stay behind me.
You're in the front,
so you listen to me.
It's gonna be okay. Right?
Okay.
Okay.
Where's the exit?
Head south then west.
Which way is south?
Head south then west.
Which way is south?
Which way are you facing?
I don't know.
Right.
Uh... we got an exit.
Go. Go. Go.
Come on.
Stay against the wall.
[Girl whimpering]
I see Nick.
They turned their radios off.
HOULE: I'm nearly there.
[Whimpering continues]
God damn it.
Stairway 7 is blocked.
They padlocked another door.
We're gonna find another way up.
Shh.
- He's over there by the stacks.
- He's in the corner.
Can you go?
- I got to go.
- Okay.
[Children screaming,
debris falling]
[Girl screams, sobs]
God.
[Exhales deeply]
[Exhales deeply]
Hey!
Hey, you piece of shit!
You piece of shit! You
want to shoot someone?
Huh?!
You want to shoot
someone? Kill me!
Kill a cop, motherfucker!
I'm right here!
I'm right fucking here!
And I'm coming for
you, motherfucker!
I'm coming for you right
now! I'm coming for you!
[Casing clatters]
Good shot.
[Click, beep]
19-2.
We've neutralized the threat.
[Down-tempo music plays]
[Exhales deeply]
19-2.
He's got a sawed-off
shotgun in his bag
and a Beretta and various mags.
[Music continues]
[Music continues]
[Indistinct conversations]
[Music continues]
[Telephone ringing]
You make your statements?
Tomorrow morning.
WOMAN ON P.A.: Detective
Murphy, please take line 1.
Chartier.
I need to know what to put
out to the media about you.
Do you have to tell
them anything, or...
They're looking for a hero.
Mm.
Give them Tyler?
Okay.
Okay.
He okay?
[Sighs]
You?
You want Theo tonight?
No.
No, he doesn't need that.
[Beep]
WOMAN ON P.A.:
Attention, all officers,
please report to room
515 for a general meeting.
[Water running]
[Exhales deeply]
Fuck.
We did it.
Right? We fucking did it.
Let's go celebrate.
Let's go down to Maurice.
Let's go get some
drinks. All of us.
J.M., you up for a few?
I'm going home.
They took my gun.
They take yours?
Never fired.
Um, Tyler is out of ICU.
The bullet lodged
in his collarbone,
but, um, looks like
he's gonna be okay.
- GIRARD: Go easy on him, huh?
- MALLOY: Yeah, yeah.
Chartier.
We just wanted to
say take a few days.
You let us know
when you're ready.
[Bottles clanking]
I want back on patrol.
If you put me on
a desk, I'll quit.
Understand me?
Nice shot.
We'll be in touch.
[Engine starts]
[Indistinct conversations,
mid-tempo music playing]
[Engine shuts off]
[Music continues]
CASSIE: The money's good.
Other than that, it's just...
Other than that, it's
like, take it as it comes,
you know what I'm saying?
What are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do?
All right. Cool.
Yeah, man.
Yo, cuz.
What's up? What
brings you around?
[Sighs]
Hey, were you in
that thing today?
The school?
Hey.
Hey. Somebody
bring my man a drink.
[Down-tempo music plays]
[Music continues]
He...
He was sh...
He w... He was shooting... kids.
Right in front of us.
I know.
We gave him enough chances.
It was black and white. No gray.
No choice.
How old was he?
Fifteen.
GENDRON: Sergeant
Houle, Ben Chartier.
Just transferred in
from Provincial Police.
HOULE: Chartier, you will
be riding 19-2 with Barron.
NICK: For Christ's sakes, Houle.
I'm not in the mood to
play tour guide to the hick.
Nick is better off
alone. Trust me.
I trust you, Sergeant.
Unfortunately, I don't feel
the same way about Barron.
- NICK: Houle wants me solo.
- Why?
'Cause I don't want to be
stuck on a team with you, Bambi.
BEN: You don't want to
work with me, that's fine.
I sure as hell don't
want to be stuck with you.
HOULE: Give him a chance.
Whatever he's like,
it's not personal.
What's with the bitch?
She's my wife.
BEN: You said
you'd come with me.
You hate it there.
I want a divorce.
J.M.: Did I ever tell you
that SQ came to see me,
asking questions about
Nick after Harvey got shot?
BEN: You are a hell
of a partner, aren't you?
You sure Harvey
didn't shoot himself
just to get away from you?
[Gunshots]
You don't know anything.
He's not fit for duty. He
shouldn't have been cleared.
Drop the weapon!
Let me see your hands!
- Drop it.
- Walk away or die.
GENDRON: Why do you feel
the need to protect this guy?
He's my partner. There's a code.
- [Siren wailing]
- Oh!
What the hell happened in there?
NICK: Someone messed up.
GENDRON: I hear things
aren't too rosy with you and Nick.
It's nothing I
can't handle, sir.
Well, I'm glad to hear it.
I think you've been a
positive influence on Nick,
and I'd like to see it continue.
NICK: I hear Gendron
quashed your transfer.
- Any idea why?
- Thinks we make a good team.
NICK: Hey. It's your dad.
I know it's late. I just, uh...
I love you.
I want to be here with you.
I made a mistake. I'm so sorry.
- ISABELLE: A file on Nick?
- GENDRON: He is involved.
He is your husband.
And no one is going to
approve you for lieutenant
until that's all wrapped up.
MALLOY: Anything we say
to you in this room is restricted.
We have a mole in 19.
GIRARD: Our original theory
was that Jean-Pierre
Harvey was the mole.
Now the most likely
suspect is Nick Barron.
We need a cop that we
can trust to do the right thing.
You're that guy.
You ready, Bambi?
[Birds chirping,
children shouting]
[Vehicle approaching]
- [Children laughing]
- MAN ON RADIO: 14-21. Backup.
WOMAN: What took you so long?
We came as fast
as we could, ma'am.
Is animal services here yet?
Nobody's here. We've
just been waiting.
19-2. We need a 20 on animal
services at Castro Towers.
Called one out 30 minutes ago.
WOMAN ON RADIO:
Forty minutes to an hour.
Outstanding.
All right. Show us where.
Okay.
[Children shouting]
WOMAN: Keep an
eye on them, will you?
The building manager here?
He's only here on
Mondays. Sometimes.
- You got a phone number?
- [Horn squeaks]
WOMAN: I can get that for you.
It was just there, right
in the middle of nap time.
Everyone was on their mats.
I was sure it was
going to bite Leontha.
- How big is it?
- Oh, my God. I don't know.
- Huge.
- Know where it went?
No idea. I just
got everyone out.
Look at this.
[Exhales deeply] Okay.
Could have gone down there.
Maybe.
I'll seal it up.
I can get that phone
number for you.
Please.
[Children shouting, laughing]
Somebody looking
for a snake, Officer?
Who are you?
Just a concerned
citizen trying to help.
The snake's downstairs.
Thought you might want to know.
Cassie Clement.
Nick.
So what brings you around?
I was just trying to
help the boys in blue.
You know me.
Help? Yeah...
help get rid of us.
[Chuckles]
Come on. I'll show you.
Do that.
Down here.
- Know this guy?
- A long time ago.
What's his deal?
Crime.
This lady was doing her
laundry and saw it go over there.
19-2. We got another
sighting of the snake.
We're moving into the basement.
Animal control ever
gonna show up?
WOMAN ON RADIO: No updates.
After you.
Uh-oh.
Oh! Jesus!
Shit.
Fuck. [Breathing heavily]
Look at the size of that thing.
Why don't you go get us a
laundry bag or something?
The fuck am I gonna
find a laundry bag?
- Watch your mouth.
- Hey, just get him something.
He's packing.
- Who's packing?
- Your friend.
- He's not my friend.
- I don't care what he is.
He's got a gun.
- Just watch that snake.
- I'll watch the snake.
Damn.
Geez.
[Water running]
[Washing machine humming]
What the hell are you doing?
What the hell are you doing?
What, are you
gonna let him walk?
- What are we doing here?
- I warned him.
- That was good you warned him.
- Look, this is Castro.
- People get stupid.
- Come on.
It's a legal gun.
Not to carry.
WOMAN ON RADIO: 19,
we have a report of vandalism
at Viger High School.
19-2. We're at Castro, en route.
That's like two blocks away.
19-2. Tell animal services
we've got the snake.
WOMAN ON RADIO: Copy, 19-2.
You'll have to hold this
open. I'll put him inside.
I think you got this.
[Inhales, exhales deeply]
[Mid-tempo music plays]
[Siren wailing]
WOMAN ON RADIO: Copy, 19-2.
WOMAN ON RADIO:
Apparently somebody smashed up
the computer system
in the main office.
BEN: 19-2. We're on site.
WOMAN ON RADIO: Copy.
NICK: She's in a hurry.
[Gunshots]
19-2. We have shots fired
inside Viger High School.
We have an 888 inside
Viger High School.
I repeat... Multiple
shots fired.
- We're in pursuit.
- WOMAN ON RADIO: Copy, 19-2.
- Don't move!
- Hey! Hey!
- Don't move!
- I'm the janitor.
The guy's inside.
He's got a gun.
- He's shooting people.
- What does he look like?
He's got a black
hat. It's a ball cap.
Go! Get the hell
out of here! Go! Go!
- [Woman screaming in distance]
- Shit.
MAN ON RADIO:
Anyone in the area,
we've got a
possible vandalism...
Hands! Hands!
WOMAN: We just work here.
We have at least one
victim inside of the school.
Units should use the west
entrance. We have it open.
- Where is he? Where is he?
- I-I don't know.
- Get out. Go.
- WOMAN ON RADIO: Copy, 19-2.
We have multiple
reports coming in.
Leave the door
open! Leave it open!
- [Gunshot, crowd screaming]
- Fuck!
We got to go. We got to go.
Everybody out!
[Indistinct talking
on radio, gunshots]
- That way! Go! Stay down!
- [Screaming continues]
Where is he?! Where is he?!
[Gunshot, glass shattering]
Shooter's in the cafeteria.
WOMAN ON RADIO: All first
responders and ambulances...
[Gunshots]
[Indistinct talking on radio]
- Ben, cover me!
- BEN: You can go. You can go.
[Gunshots]
WOMAN ON RADIO: 33 is mobilized.
Patrol is en route.
MAN ON RADIO:
33-4. We're en route.
19-2. I have eyes
on the shooter.
He's wearing a black
ball cap, black sweatshirt.
- He has an assault rifle.
- [Gunshots, screaming]
MAN ON RADIO:
19-24 on Beaumarchais.
- [Gunshot, screaming]
- We're in the cafeteria.
You got a shot?
NICK: No. You?
HOULE: Have you
got him pinned down?
BEN: No. There's multiple exits.
- You good?
- NICK: I'm good.
- [Girl sobbing]
- BEN: Drop your weapon!
- [Gunshots]
- Drop your weapon!
[Indistinct talking on radio]
NICK: You don't have to do this!
Just put the gun down.
Put the fucking gun down!
We're here to help you!
WOMAN ON RADIO: All units,
clear channel 1 for triple 8 call.
All units clear channel 1.
NICK: Put it down!
BEN: You're fucking
surrounded! Put down the gun!
- It's over!
- We're here to help you!
- [Girl sobbing]
- No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no.
- No, no.
- [Gunshots, crowd screaming]
HOULE: What's going on, guys?
BEN: The shooter
is taking hostages.
He's in the back of the
cafeteria by the kitchen.
The shooter has hostages.
No, don't... Don't
you shoot her!
Don't shoot her!
- [Girl sobbing]
- Aah!
MAN ON RADIO:
19-28. We're on site.
Unconfirmed reports
of gunshots in the gym.
[Sirens wailing in distance]
- NICK: How many shooters?
- HOULE: Not confirmed.
We have reports of gunshots
in multiple locations
in the school.
- [Girls sobbing]
- NICK: Aw, Jesus.
What are you up to, son?
Huh? What are you gonna do?
- What are you gonna do here?
- [Gunshot, screaming]
Just put the damn thing down!
You know it's the
right thing to do, okay?
Just put it down!
We're here to help you!
[Sirens wailing, horn blares]
This is not gonna end well.
You're surrounded.
There's nowhere to go.
There's no way out of here.
MAN ON RADIO: 33-4.
We're outside the main doors.
We have the entrance secured.
Shooter is in the
cafeteria. Try to contain him.
WOMAN ON RADIO:
Which way do we go?
HOULE: I don't know. No
one is saying the same thing.
Let's get it together, guys.
BEN: We've got to
go. We've got to go.
[Gunshot, screaming]
- [Gunshot]
- Hey!
Listen to me, son.
Listen to me.
All you got to do
is put the gun down.
Put it down. We're
here to help you, okay?
My name's Nick.
I told you... I'm
here to help you.
What's your name?
[Gunshot, screaming]
Fuck!
Come on, son. You got
to... You got to talk to me.
[Sirens wailing, horns
blaring in distance]
What are they doing?
What...
What... What are they doing?
BEN: He's moving. Exiting
the back of the cafeteria...
- NICK: Let 'em go!
- Into the kitchen.
He's got three hostages
he's using as human shields.
I repeat...
The shooter is exiting the
cafeteria into the kitchen.
HOULE: Do not lose
contact with the shooter.
19-1. I will take
command on site.
Minutes away.
Tactical is delayed
but en route.
NICK: Don't do this.
BEN: Hey. Hey. Yeah.
Right? Yeah.
- [Girl sobbing]
- MAN ON RADIO: 19-8.
We're looking for an
entrance to the kitchen.
NICK: Let 'em go!
Let them go.
Put the gun down. It's over.
You got nowhere to go.
There's only one
way this is gonna end.
All right? Now let us help you.
[Gunshots, crowd screaming]
Sir, the exit behind me... Go!
We're clear.
BEN: Come on.
[Sobbing]
WOMAN ON RADIO: 19-12.
We'll back you up in the kitchen.
- Where are you?
- BEN: Watch your left.
MAN ON RADIO:
19-24. We're just outside.
Open the door. It's locked.
HOULE: 19-24, negative.
Find another way in.
Hey. Hey. Look at me. Look
at me. Where does this go?
Come here. Look at
me. Where does this go?
I think west hall.
The west hall?
We believe the shooter
is in the west hall.
We need some guidance here.
HOULE: We have
floor plans on site.
I'm almost there.
We have casualties
in the kitchen.
We need paramedics.
WOMAN ON RADIO:
Multiple units en route.
HOULE: Go after the shooter.
Hold up.
VINCE: Jesus.
Hey. No, no.
We don't know where he is.
Might be another shooter.
Come on.
Have we confirmed
multiple shooters?
HOULE: Negative.
We got to go. We got to go. Go.
[Indistinct talking on radio]
VINCE: We have
to leave the victims.
- Leave the victims.
- Hey. Hey.
Hey! Look at me. Look at me.
NICK: Did you see where he went?
- Did you see where he went?
- BEN: Do you see him right now?
That way?
- You sure?
- [Door closes in distance]
- Okay. Help's on the way, okay?
- Down! Get down!
- Get down!
- We got to go.
HOULE: Okay. Keep moving, guys.
NICK: Hey! Stay down! Stay down!
[Sirens wailing, horns blaring]
VINCE: I've got some
wounded in the kitchen,
dead and alive.
[Girl sobbing]
Call it in.
She won't wake up.
[Whispering] Hey.
Come on. Come on.
We'll take care of your
friend. Go! Go out the back.
We got a young girl down
near the southeast entrance.
HOULE: Do you have
contact with the shooter?
Negative. Negative.
There's kids everywhere.
First priority is to
neutralize the threat.
Find him.
BEATRICE: Where? Where do we go?
HOULE: Don't lose
sight of the shooter.
Tyler.
Tyler, breathe.
Come on.
You got this. Breathe.
Stairs.
Now. Come on. Move!
[Helicopter approaching]
HOULE: The outside
perimeter is now secure.
Keep moving, guys. Go.
[Locker rattles, girl sobbing]
BEATRICE: We're
on the second floor.
We'll take a different hallway.
Kids, the exit in
the kitchen. Now.
Go.
Check this here.
Check it here.
[Door opens]
HOULE: 19-2, do you
have the suspect in sight?
BEATRICE: No
from the second floor.
[Gunshot, screaming]
Shit.
Oh, fuck me.
Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus.
Oh, Jesus. Oh, come on.
Oh, motherfucker.
[Breathing heavily]
[Door closes in distance]
[Metal jingling]
[Grunts]
Fuck.
Oh, shit.
[Door closes, girl sobbing]
Sir. Sir.
- Here.
- Shh!
Shh.
Stay down. I'll come to you.
Are you okay?
She stopped breathing.
Can you run?
Run. Run now.
[Helicopter whirring]
Got no pulse.
This is 19-7.
I've got a girl in critical.
I'm bringing her out now.
[Exhales deeply]
That's it.
I got you.
[Grunts] I got you.
You're gonna be okay, sweetie.
You're gonna be okay.
If you can get out, go now.
Run.
Oh, shit.
Oh, Jesus, help me.
You're gonna be okay, sweetie.
You'll be okay. You'll be okay.
That's it.
Attagirl.
Oh, Jesus.
Fuck.
I-I need a fucking
ambulance, man.
- HOULE: This way!
- I need a fucking ambulance.
- Get behind the wall.
- You're gonna be okay, sweetie.
- It'll be okay, sweetie.
- Good work, Brouillard.
Where the fuck is
the ambulance, man?!
Where the fuck
is the ambulance?!
- Brouillard!
- I'll take her!
It's okay.
[Gunshots, screaming]
BEN: 19-2. He's
in the auditorium.
We're engaged. He's shooting.
[Gunshots continue]
He's in the auditorium.
He's taken cover
in the control room.
[Gunshots, screaming]
NICK: Give it up!
You got nowhere to go!
Hey, you two. You two.
Stay down. Stay down.
I can't see him!
[Girl sobbing]
VINCE: We need paramedics.
I have a girl
bleeding out in here.
HOULE: We'll get the
girl. Stay with the shooter.
VINCE: I repeat...
We need paramedics.
I have a girl bleeding
out down here.
HOULE: What is your location?
VINCE: In the auditorium.
She needs help... now!
HOULE: 33-4. We're
in the auditorium.
It's over! Put the gun down!
VINCE: Okay. You
got to watch her now.
Forget about him. I'm
gonna worry about him.
[Gunshot, screaming]
You're surrounded!
[Gunshots]
You're completely surrounded!
You've got nowhere to go!
[Child whimpering]
Put...
[Gunshots]
BEN: He's moving. He's moving!
Go.
Get out of here! Get out!
Go.
[Sirens wailing, girl screaming]
Go! Get out of here!
This piece of shit. Come
on. Where did he go?
Let's get this
fucking piece of shit.
- Come here.
- What are you doing, man?
- Get off of me!
- Where's your partner?
- He's in there with the girl...
- You never leave your partner.
- He doesn't move.
- You want to get us killed?!
- He's a pussy, all right?
- You want to get us all killed?!
Remember your training.
Do your job.
Go find your partner.
- Go.
- Okay.
NICK: Let's go. Let's go!
VINCE: Little fucker.
BEATRICE: We're
on the second floor.
Repeat... on the second floor.
- I'll go left.
- Go left.
- Hey! Hey!
- Get out! Get out!
BEATRICE: One
with a rifle, ball cap,
the other khaki pants, green
shirt, medium-long blond hair.
They're each taking a side.
NICK: Go, go, go. Go,
go, go. Get out of here.
19-2. We've lost the
suspect. Where is he?
ISABELLE: I need to know
the offices are secured.
- I need access to the offices.
- [Sirens wailing]
HOULE: All units, I need
the main offices secured.
I want two duos on it.
MAN ON RADIO: 17-3. We're on it.
WOMAN ON RADIO:
19-12. We'll head there now.
[Gunshots]
- Shots! Shots fired!
- BEN: Shots fired!
- Nick?
- NICK: Stop right there!
Don't you fucking move!
Show me your hands!
Show me your fucking hands!
Drop the bag. Drop it!
BEN: On the ground!
Get on the ground!
Get on the fucking ground! Down!
19-2. We have a
suspect... Black ball cap.
[Zipper opens]
[Girl screams]
Get out!
Fuck! No weapon.
- No weapon?
- No weapon.
- Where's the weapon?
- I don't have a weapon.
We don't have a weapon.
[Door closes]
Oh, shit.
[Gunshots, screaming]
HOULE: Leave
them. Find the shooter.
Where are you?
I don't fucking know!
[Sirens wailing, horns
blaring in distance]
This main street needs to
be closed off in both directions.
Make sure paramedics have
access to the north entrance.
There are three more
ambulances en route.
Hold on. Anything?
Still waiting to
get into the office.
We need access to
the school cameras.
There's a goddamn radio
station broadcasting live tweets
from inside the school.
Oh, you're kidding me.
The kids inside. They're
talking to each other.
MAN ON RADIO: School
offices are secured.
Access via southeast entrance.
Finally.
You're with me. I'm going in.
HOULE: Yeah.
[Indistinct shouting,
sirens wailing]
Hey. You up to going back in?
No. Where the fuck is tactical?
First unit just went
in on the other side,
but I got a cop from
17 that needs a partner.
Okay. I'm good.
You know what? I'm
putting you on perimeter.
- I'm good. I'm good.
- Look, you're gonna get a medal
for the girl, okay?
I need you to help
sort out the kids.
- Okay.
- Let's go.
Okay.
[Indistinct conversations,
cellphone ringing]
I need to be inside.
Absolutely not.
Gendron.
Straight ahead.
Shit. I knew it.
I need someone to fix
the fucking monitors.
The computer's smashed.
BEN: [Inhales, exhales deeply]
- BEN: It's clear.
- [Girl whimpering]
NICK: Stay in the room till
we come to evacuate you.
Keep it locked.
Room 259 is clear.
About 20 students and a teacher.
[Door closes]
- Okay?
- Yeah.
[Sirens wailing, horns
blaring in distance]
[Metal rattling]
It's chained shut.
The shooter fucking
with us. Got to be.
Stairway's been chained
shut around room 260.
We'll need bolt cutters.
Copy.
Need a pair of bolt cutters.
MAN ON RADIO: 265.
I can't see anyone in it.
19-28?
MAN ON RADIO:
Grade 7 classrooms.
19-2?
BEN: We're in the
science labs... 240-L.
19-4?
BEATRICE: 232-C.
Where the fuck is 232-C?
Locked.
261 is locked.
[Door rattles]
- Locked.
- 262 is locked.
[Door rattles]
Locked.
263 is locked. We
could go left at 251.
[Up-tempo music playing]
[No audio]
[No audio]
[Gunshot]
Ben!
[Gunshots, screaming]
He's shooting at us.
He's shooting at us.
I'm pinned down here!
We need some
fucking backup... Now!
We're outside room 263.
He's at the end of the hall.
He's got an exit.
Keep him engaged.
All units, we have a confirmed
shooter near stairway L.
I repeat... stairway L.
Stairway B has been obstructed.
[Girls screaming]
NICK: Stay down! Stay down!
BEN: Go, go, go, go, go.
19-2. I have eyes
on the shooter.
Black ball cap,
black sweatshirt.
He's gone through a fire door.
I don't know what direction.
- HOULE: Copy. Stay on him.
- [Gunshot, screaming]
Go! Let's go!
[Screaming continues]
- Your right?
- To the right.
[Woman sobbing]
- BEATRICE: Crossfire!
- Crossfire! Crossfire!
[Sirens wailing, horns
blaring in distance]
All right. Everybody get down.
Everybody get down.
Get on the ground.
- NICK: Everybody down.
- BEN: Get down. Get down.
Everybody get down.
Everybody get down.
- [Girl sobbing]
- Shit. Back corner.
Back corner!
- Put it down!
- Put it down!
- Put the gun down!
- Put down the gun! It's over!
[Whispering] Do you have a shot?
- BEN: Put it down!
- NICK: Put the gun down!
- BEN: Put the fucking gun down!
- NICK: Put the gun down!
- Let her go!
- Put the fucking gun down!
[Whispering] Take
the shot. Tyler!
- BEN: Put it down!
- Tyler.
NICK: We're here to help
you! Don't do this! It's over!
[Grunts]
[Gunshots, screaming]
[Screaming]
Fuck!
[Breathing heavily]
[Screaming continues]
[No audio]
[Helicopter whirring]
[Beatrice sobbing]
BEATRICE: Tyler's down.
[Breathing heavily]
It's not... Jesus!
I need paramedics right away!
The area is not secure.
Jesus, Sarge! He's dying!
HOULE: You have
to bring him out.
He's bleeding out!
Pinch the artery
and bring him out!
That's your partner!
Bring him out!
[Down-tempo music playing]
We've got a victim. She's
unconscious but breathing.
She's been shot in the stomach.
We need a medic here right away.
We're outside room 208.
You good?
Where is your partner?!
He got scared.
Go help Bear.
Come on. Let's go.
[Music continues]
[Siren wailing, horn blaring]
Hang in, buddy.
Gonna be all right.
HOULE: What's his situation?
I don't know. He's breathing.
- You stay with him.
- Yes, sir.
Sir, I got to go back
inside. I lost my partner.
- I'll hook up with another unit.
- Do that.
Yes, sir.
[Indistinct conversations]
- [Key clicks]
- That should do it.
ISABELLE: Okay. How
do I change cameras?
It's these here, and
then it just goes in a loop.
[Sirens wailing, horns
blaring in distance]
Shit.
Nick? He's in the stairs.
Which stairs?
Keep going. You're close.
Okay. Go.
I'm going.
[Keys clicking]
- Clear.
- Clear.
Shh.
NICK: No visual.
He just left.
I can't find him.
Okay. I have you on screen.
[Inhales sharply]
Hey, I got a bunch
of kids in here.
- Let's get them out.
- No, no, no. No.
- Lock it down.
- Let's just do it, Nick.
Stay there. Stay with them.
You. Look at me.
Stay down. Quiet.
[Gunshot, screaming]
Stay there! Stay... Don't move!
Fuck.
- [Door closes]
- Where is he?
I don't know.
Okay. We got to go.
- Okay.
- Go.
Okay. Okay.
Where is he?
I don't know.
Tactical, I have confirmation
the shooter is back on the
first floor, northwest section.
- Okay?
- Yeah.
[Whispering] Hey. Hey.
- [Gunshots, screaming]
- Hey! Hey!
- They just left the front hall.
- Which way?
To the left of the
entrance as you come in.
He's going back up.
Okay.
Ready?
[Sighs]
[Crowd screaming]
[Woman screaming]
BEN: Oh, shit.
[Girl whimpering]
[Gunshot]
Shit.
Nick? Nick?
Nick.
What's happening?
[Siren wailing]
Chartier? Barron?
Latendresse, do you have visual?
I can't see them.
They're somewhere
in the library.
[Helicopter whirring]
19-2, respond. 19-2.
Anything?
I can only see the
desk. Nothing's moving.
I'm going in.
You two are my backup.
We're heading for the library.
Second floor, southwest.
GENDRON: 19-8, respond.
19-8.
19-8.
19-8, you are
cleared to evacuate.
Do it now.
VINCE: Copy.
Stay in a line.
Uh, stay close and...
And stay behind me.
You're in the front,
so you listen to me.
It's gonna be okay. Right?
Okay.
Okay.
Where's the exit?
Head south then west.
Which way is south?
Head south then west.
Which way is south?
Which way are you facing?
I don't know.
Right.
Uh... we got an exit.
Go. Go. Go.
Come on.
Stay against the wall.
[Girl whimpering]
I see Nick.
They turned their radios off.
HOULE: I'm nearly there.
[Whimpering continues]
God damn it.
Stairway 7 is blocked.
They padlocked another door.
We're gonna find another way up.
Shh.
- He's over there by the stacks.
- He's in the corner.
Can you go?
- I got to go.
- Okay.
[Children screaming,
debris falling]
[Girl screams, sobs]
God.
[Exhales deeply]
[Exhales deeply]
Hey!
Hey, you piece of shit!
You piece of shit! You
want to shoot someone?
Huh?!
You want to shoot
someone? Kill me!
Kill a cop, motherfucker!
I'm right here!
I'm right fucking here!
And I'm coming for
you, motherfucker!
I'm coming for you right
now! I'm coming for you!
[Casing clatters]
Good shot.
[Click, beep]
19-2.
We've neutralized the threat.
[Down-tempo music plays]
[Exhales deeply]
19-2.
He's got a sawed-off
shotgun in his bag
and a Beretta and various mags.
[Music continues]
[Music continues]
[Indistinct conversations]
[Music continues]
[Telephone ringing]
You make your statements?
Tomorrow morning.
WOMAN ON P.A.: Detective
Murphy, please take line 1.
Chartier.
I need to know what to put
out to the media about you.
Do you have to tell
them anything, or...
They're looking for a hero.
Mm.
Give them Tyler?
Okay.
Okay.
He okay?
[Sighs]
You?
You want Theo tonight?
No.
No, he doesn't need that.
[Beep]
WOMAN ON P.A.:
Attention, all officers,
please report to room
515 for a general meeting.
[Water running]
[Exhales deeply]
Fuck.
We did it.
Right? We fucking did it.
Let's go celebrate.
Let's go down to Maurice.
Let's go get some
drinks. All of us.
J.M., you up for a few?
I'm going home.
They took my gun.
They take yours?
Never fired.
Um, Tyler is out of ICU.
The bullet lodged
in his collarbone,
but, um, looks like
he's gonna be okay.
- GIRARD: Go easy on him, huh?
- MALLOY: Yeah, yeah.
Chartier.
We just wanted to
say take a few days.
You let us know
when you're ready.
[Bottles clanking]
I want back on patrol.
If you put me on
a desk, I'll quit.
Understand me?
Nice shot.
We'll be in touch.
[Engine starts]
[Indistinct conversations,
mid-tempo music playing]
[Engine shuts off]
[Music continues]
CASSIE: The money's good.
Other than that, it's just...
Other than that, it's
like, take it as it comes,
you know what I'm saying?
What are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do?
All right. Cool.
Yeah, man.
Yo, cuz.
What's up? What
brings you around?
[Sighs]
Hey, were you in
that thing today?
The school?
Hey.
Hey. Somebody
bring my man a drink.
[Down-tempo music plays]
[Music continues]
He...
He was sh...
He w... He was shooting... kids.
Right in front of us.
I know.
We gave him enough chances.
It was black and white. No gray.
No choice.
How old was he?
Fifteen.