19-2 (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 2 - Disorder - full transcript
BEN: Previously on "19-2"...
MALLOY: You must
be realizing by now
that your riding with him
is not an accident, right?
We want you close to him.
You ready, Bambi?
ISABELLE: Audrey's
alive. She's a fighter.
Let's stay focused.
19-2. We have shots fired
inside Viger High School.
[Gunshots, screaming]
If you can get out, go now.
[Grunts]
BEATRICE: Tyler's down.
- You want to get us killed?!
- He's a pussy, all right?
You want to get us all killed?!
[Gunshots, screaming]
[Girl screams]
I'm coming for you right now!
[Casing clatters]
19-2.
We've neutralized the threat.
[Insects chirping]
[Telephone ringing]
Ben.
Mm.
Mm.
[Telephone beeps]
- Hello.
- MAN: Benjamin!
Don't hang up.
What do you want?
I saw your photo in
the paper last week.
Those damn kids in the school.
I didn't even have
to read the article.
I knew it was you
who took him down.
I told your mother...
I-I knew it was you.
How far off was he?
Twenty yards.
Twenty yards.
Where'd you hit him?
Right between the eyes, I bet.
Tell me.
- Yeah.
- Good boy.
I didn't even have to
read the damn article.
I already knew...
[Telephone beeps]
Your dad?
You know it was.
[Down-tempo music plays]
[Gunshot, birds chirping]
[Music continues]
[Vehicles passing]
MALLOY: How's your week been?
You holding up?
BEN: I got, um...
[Paper crinkling]
uh, Tyler's log.
Late. Sick. Sick.
He logs off on the
job an awful lot.
He's going for a
drink is my guess.
We already know about
his little alcohol problem,
but, uh, thank you.
Have you heard from Nick
yet since you've been off?
No.
What, he hasn't
sent any flowers?
Nothing?
No phone calls?
No. We don't, uh...
We're not like that.
Maybe you should
start being like that.
You should look
into Brouillard's place.
It's nice. It's too
nice for a cop.
His wife comes from money.
Well, what about Houle?
Lives in a mansion.
His wife doesn't work.
GIRARD: Houle's
a sprinkler king.
He was audited last year.
Chartier, why don't you just let
us worry about the big picture?
You focus on Barron.
You said the mole
could be anybody in 19.
Hey, you're not privy
to everything we are.
- It'd be helpful if I was.
- MALLOY: Nick's your partner.
You should know
where he is after hours,
who he's hanging out with.
Does he use his personal
cellphone on the job?
Who is he talking to, exactly?
Well, I'm on forced leave,
so there's not much I can do.
I got to go.
[Door opens]
You're gonna be
cleared for active duty.
When?
Next day or two.
Act surprised.
You're welcome.
[Mid-tempo music plays]
[Siren wailing]
WOMAN ON RADIO: Copy, 19-2.
[Indistinct talking
on television]
[Exhales deeply]
[Sizzling]
[Caribbean accent]
Morning, sunshine.
Good morning.
Damn, that smells good.
You two stay up late last night?
Yeah. Too late.
- I got to go.
- Unh-unh.
Where do you think you're
going? Sit your ass down.
Third time you stay here and
you ain't took my breakfast once.
All right.
This looks delicious. Thank you.
MAN ON TELEVISION:
More regrettable news today.
A ninth victim of the
Viger school shooting
died in hospital last night.
Nine kids now.
Oh, mine ears.
MAN ON TELEVISION: There
will be a memorial service at...
RITA: White boys gone crazy.
WOMAN ON TELEVISION:
These dramatic images
are still coming in tonight
from the Fairchild forest fire.
This fire,
which was thought to be
contained early this afternoon,
has since spread east and,
tragically, burned several homes
in the Sunny Acres
housing development
near Kim Road Station.
As reported earlier today...
[Water falling, children
shouting, laughing]
[Dog barking]
[Indistinct conversation]
I got to go.
Me left your helmet by the door.
Thank you, sunshine.
[Down-tempo music plays]
[Birds chirping]
Good morning.
No, no, no, no!
Come on!
Hey, you guys see what
happened to the bike here?
Man, what bike?
Motorcycle. BMW.
YOUNG MAN: Ain't
no BMWs out here, bro.
My brother got a Ninja.
Ninja's better than Beemer.
[Laughter]
[Horns honking, siren
wailing in distance]
Shit.
[Mid-tempo hip-hop playing]
NICK: Yo, man, turn
that shit down, will you?
[Volume decreases]
Okay, Dad.
[Laughs]
- Thanks for the lift.
- Yeah, yeah.
Well, good morning
to you and yours.
Good morning to you.
J.M.: Nice earring
you got there, Elton.
You get that in high school?
VINCE: Or did your
boyfriend give you that one?
Oh, that's good.
That's good, boys.
J.M.: [Chuckles]
[Indistinct conversations]
Hey.
I'm sorry.
How does it feel to be back?
I think it's weirder
for everybody else
than it is for me.
Yeah.
I just don't want any
special treatment, you know?
Well, you won't get any from me.
There she is!
Good to have you back.
Hey. Sweet scar.
You look like a hot
zombie cop or something.
- Shut up.
- I'm serious.
- I wish I had a scar like that.
- Yeah, yeah.
I don't know what
he's talking about.
- You look great.
- Thanks.
Hey, grab a seat, folks.
First of all, I would like to
welcome back Audrey Pouliot.
Okay. The latest beautiful
faces to be on the lookout for.
Just a reminder...
Counseling is available.
I know some of you
are mandated to go.
But it is for everybody,
and it is a good thing.
Tyler should be back
on duty any day now.
Till then, Bear, I'm
putting you with Pouliot.
I thought me and Audrey
were riding together.
I'm giving you and
J.M. the honor of 19-7,
not once, but twice.
What? Why?
Somebody's got to work a
double. You're up, buddy.
Yay.
Barron, 19-2 solo, uh,
till Chartier gets back.
Speak of the devil.
[Cheers and applause]
How are you, ace?
Okay. That's it, folks.
Take care of each
other out there.
[Grunts]
Oh. Too slow. Too
much paid vacay.
- Easy.
- Good to see you, buddy.
Thanks, man.
So are you back?
Houle wants to see me.
- I'll wait for you outside.
- Cool.
Sir?
I need you to report to the
Viger High School command post
later today.
- Why?
- SQ just needs a follow-up.
It's across from the school.
More questions?
- It's a big investigation.
- Yeah, I get it.
Cool. Sounds good.
And as of tomorrow
morning, you're back on duty.
Really?
Wow. That's, uh...
That's great news.
I think it's a bit too soon.
If I'm cleared, I'm ready.
Okay.
BMW, copper trim, 2006.
Where'd it go missing from?
9000 block, Jarry.
Castro Towers?
No shit it went
missing. [Laughs]
What the hell you
doing out there?
- What happened?
- My bike got stolen.
- Oh, shit.
- Yeah.
Do what you got to
do. I'll see you outside.
- You good?
- It's crazy.
It's... It's kind of weird, huh,
me, uh, getting called
back into the school?
Not that weird.
- You been getting some rest?
- Yeah. Why?
You look wired.
Too much coffee.
[Door closes]
You, uh... you having
dreams or... or anything about...
- About the shooting?
- No. Uh...
I don't know. It was...
You seeing the cop shrink?
Yeah.
I don't know what I'm
supposed to say there.
The kid was shooting other kids,
so I had to use deadly
force... End of story.
I wouldn't quite
put it like that.
Well, how am I
supposed to put it?
It sounds like you're
bottling shit up.
- I'm not bottling anything up.
- Don't be defensive.
Why would I...
- You can fuck off.
- [Chuckles, sighs]
It's all right.
I've been there.
- See you tomorrow.
- Yeah.
[Door opens, closes]
[Engine starts]
You know, at first
it was tough, man.
All the shaking
and flopping around.
Sweating through the sheets.
But it's all good now, baby,
'cause it's eight
days without a drop!
You hear me?
It's too bad you had to take
a bullet for that to happen.
Everything happens
for a reason, right?
I'll see you on
Wednesday, Mr. Joseph.
Yes, ma'am.
She's hot.
She's all right. I
ain't mad at her.
Yeah, man.
Eight days.
I haven't been clean
that long since I was...
since I was a cadet.
That's a long time, man.
I'm sure the morphine
drip didn't hurt.
Uh, no, it did not.
They got me on Percs, too, man.
Yeah?
I don't take 'em.
What about you, man? How
you coping with the shooting?
Oh, it's fine. It's good.
Yeah. Back tomorrow.
I told them I'd quit if
they put me on a desk.
[Laughs] My man.
I like that.
What about the
shrink? You seeing one?
Mm-hmm.
After what you've been
through, I think it's a good idea.
Yeah. I don't know. It's just...
Hey, this ain't a
deposition, man.
All right?
Just received a
report from the hospital
on patrolman Tyler Joseph.
Yes. And?
He's been released.
He's recovering at home.
Good news.
I'm not done.
His blood alcohol level at
the time of surgery was 0.18.
Judging from your
reaction, this isn't a shock.
No, it is not.
How bad is he?
Never on the job,
as far as I know.
It was early morning.
My bet is he was still
loaded from the night before.
0.18. That's one
hell of a hangover.
Okay. I'll take care of it.
Sergeant.
We need to make sure this
doesn't leak out prematurely,
so, um...
let's keep it close for now.
How close?
You and me.
[Indistinct conversations]
- I'm Detective Vicki Dole.
- Ben Chartier.
I know.
I'm sorry about
the shitty locale.
You know, not a lot of
choices near the school.
Yeah. I understand.
Well, uh, it's not
gonna take very long.
We just need some
help filling in the timeline.
I'm set up back there.
Okay. I'll follow you.
Mm-hmm.
VINCE: Debbie Downer.
J.M.: Stop running every
goddamn plate you see.
- I-It's distracting me.
- I can't stop.
All right. So the
guy in front of us?
[Indistinct talking on radio]
Ooh.
He's been convicted of
indecent exposure three times.
What a perv. Look at him.
Disgusting.
MAN ON RADIO: 19, robbery
at St-Denis Bar on the patio.
Dispatch, this is 19-7.
We're just on the
corner. We got it.
VINCE: Oh, here we go.
- It is there.
- Those waves are for me.
- Just know that, all right?
- [Chuckles] You wish.
Afternoon, ladies.
Somebody call for the police?
- Yeah. We did.
- Okay.
Um...
This kid... This kid
just went by on a bike,
and, um, and we were
sitting here drinking,
and he took all of our
purses right off of the table.
What did he look like?
I don't know. He was a kid.
Like, um, 12 years
old or something?
A kid.
So, black, white?
Help me out here.
A white kid. He
was a little white kid.
He went around the corner.
He has all of our
money and our ID.
My purse was Fendi.
It's a nice purse.
Very expensive.
Uh, how long ago was this?
Ten minutes or so.
Give us a minute, ladies.
All right. You take the car.
Go see if you can find
the kid or something.
- I don't know.
- You're not coming?
No. I'm gonna take statements.
They're kind of cute.
I don't mind taking statements.
I know you don't.
[Clears throat]
- I'll be fine.
- Yeah. I bet you'll be fine.
- Mm-hmm. Go.
- I bet you'll be great.
Okay, ladies.
One at a time.
- Thanks again for coming down.
- Yeah. No sweat.
And, uh, I speak
for the entire SQ
when I say thank
you for a job well done.
Sure.
- And if there's anything else...
- You're the one who shot him?
Yeah. It was you.
Okay. That's enough.
Let's not bother the officer.
Bam. Just like that. Dropped
him with the one shot.
I believe you have to
be back in class now.
It's just woodwork.
Let's go. Come on.
You have my number.
HOULE: He's not being suspended?
We are getting a very positive
message on Viger so far.
- I don't want to dilute it.
- So this is all about optics?
We need to address Tyler Joseph,
but we need to do it internally.
He was loaded on the job.
That's a zero-tolerance issue.
And this is also a privacy
issue for the officer involved.
You think he's gonna
magically get better all by himself
with us helping
to cover this up?
I'm not gonna allow the media
to turn the face of the
Viger shooting into a drunk.
He is a drunk.
And we're gonna
get him help, Sarge.
But this is Damage Control 101,
and if you don't have
the stomach for it,
I don't know what
the hell to tell you.
Listen to me.
This guy is gonna get somebody
killed, and that will be on you.
Do you have the
stomach for that?
WOMAN ON P.A.:
Investigator Harrison,
please report to exhibit room A.
Optics.
MAN ON RADIO: 14-21.
We're on Papineau.
We'll look into it.
Come on.
What are the odds of this?
Is that you, little buddy?
Is that you, little buddy?
19-7.
I'm in pursuit of a
Caucasian juvenile on a BMX
in the alley on St-Denis
south of Sherbrooke.
MAN ON RADIO: Copy,
19-7. Do you need backup?
[Children shouting in distance]
[Screams]
Hey. Police!
Hey!
Ma'am, are you
okay? You all right?
- Come here. Come here. Hey!
- WOMAN: Hey!
Come here! You okay, ma'am?
Where you going, little dude?
Stop!
Aah.
Stop! That's enough.
Hey!
Another way to do this.
Oh, oh, oh! Hey! Police!
Hey! Whoa!
[Grunting]
Stop resisting.
[Groans]
[Straining] Sir,
you're under arrest.
MAN ON RADIO: 14-21. Backup.
I just took down a 500-pound
sumo wrestler by myself.
It took three of us
to get him in the van.
Here. Take a look. See that?
[Chuckles]
- That's a good time right there.
- All right. All right.
- You want your hero moment?
- Yeah, I want my hero moment.
Okay. Take your hero
moment, baby boy.
Wipe away your tears
and man the fuck up, okay?
Got 'em back.
Oh, my God.
- Which one's yours?
- You got them?
Yeah.
You guys are amazing!
Thank you so much.
Just me. But that's fine.
Uh, where is Sasha
Renner? Where is she?
I think she went
to the bathroom.
I'll be back.
Good.
[Indistinct conversations,
up-tempo music playing]
Ma'am, Montreal Police.
- [Gasps]
- Here you go.
Oh, my goodness!
You actually found it!
Oh, I can't believe it.
Is everything in here?
I don't know. Um... yeah.
You should probably look and
make sure everything's there.
Okay. Don't go anywhere.
It's all here. I
can't believe it.
Seriously, this
purse is my life.
I don't know how to thank you.
Just doing my job.
No. Uh... really.
Thank you.
[Both laugh]
Stay for a while. Have a drink.
Oh, I would love to.
Unfortunately, we have
some official police business
to attend to, so...
No, you don't.
Yes, I do.
You know where the washroom is?
[Music continues]
[Woman, man moaning]
Oh, for fuck.
You, my friend, are
what they call screwed.
Oh, yeah.
Such a rookie mistake.
My God.
When they say rookie
mistakes... Oh, yeah.
That's the mistake
they're talking about.
You're... You're not
gonna say anything, right?
Man.
No, I am not going
to say anything.
Please.
But I'm not gonna
not say anything either.
All right. So, I mean...
what happens?
You go to meetings.
Random testing.
How many meetings?
Three a week for a year.
You'll kill me, man.
Three a week for a year?
I don't think it's
nearly enough.
[Sighs]
So no suspension and
this stays off my record?
You do that, the department
will support you any way they can.
All right. I'll take the deal.
Good, because you're not
gonna get a third chance.
Listen to me.
Addiction can be very
difficult to tackle on your own.
There's no shame in it.
I'm good, man. I got this.
Yeah.
I can do this.
Okay.
Thanks.
HOULE: I had a
blowout on the job today,
a blowout that's been
building for a long time.
I felt like I was enabling
one of my men's alcoholism.
And I was.
But I was powerless
to do anything about it.
It's a good reminder...
because I could see the
beast operating in his head.
So familiar.
My beast hasn't gone anywhere.
Still there.
Coming up with ways for me
to hurt myself, to hurt others...
if I don't learn to let go
and to keep coming here.
Thank you.
MALLOY: Have you heard from
Nick yet since you've been off?
BEN: No.
MALLOY: Nick's your partner.
You should know
where he is after hours,
who he's hanging out with.
Does he use his personal
cellphone on the job?
Who is he talking to, exactly?
Do you know that?
I'm cleared for duty.
I don't, uh...
I... I don't know why I
have to keep coming here.
You're free to go at any time.
Y-Yeah, but then you'll...
make a note in my file.
I... I don't know what else...
I-I don't know what
else there is to be said.
It's very common
after a traumatic event
to experience...
insomnia, nightmares,
a feeling of anxiety.
What are you feeling right now?
Ben?
G-Guilty.
That's a very normal response.
Not about the shooting.
I, uh, I did what
I had to do there.
What, then?
I don't know, but I
don't like the feeling.
What do you have
to feel guilty about?
It's okay. I'm, uh...
Yeah. I got to get going.
We still have 20 minutes.
You said I was free
to go anytime I like.
Guess there's no chance
to get my old one back, huh?
Look at this.
- HOULE: How does it feel?
- BEN: It's good.
It's a bit stiff, but it's good.
I'll probably just
start from scratch,
strip it down, do it myself.
HOULE: Yeah, I figured.
[Indistinct shouting]
HOULE: Are you ready?
BEN: Of course I'm ready.
It's good to be back.
Hey, that's enough!
[Grunts]
[Grunts] Ow.
- Stop resisting!
- Get off of me.
- Stop resisting!
- Get off!
- [Grunting]
- Stop fucking resisting!
- Stop fucking resisting!
- NICK: What are you doing?
- Stop!
- Ben!
Stop! Stop!
Ben, let him go!
- Stop!
- That's enough!
[Coughing]
MAN: What are you doing?!
I didn't do anything!
It wasn't me!
Why are you arresting me?!
[Grunts] Fuck!
I didn't... I didn't
do anything!
Why didn't you
arrest the other guy?!
[Thunder rumbles]
- NICK: You all right?
- BEN: Yeah.
Guy's a fucking idiot.
[Keys clicking]
That was a dangerous
hold back there.
I know.
I thought the bike
pump was a gun.
It happens to all of us.
And if you want, we
can take the afternoon...
No, no, no. No.
I'm fine. I'm fine.
I'm fine.
I'm just telling you what I'm
seeing from where I'm sitting.
[Clears throat]
It's okay.
BEATRICE: What's this?
- What the hell?
- [Indistinct talking on radio]
[Horn blares in distance]
- Let's call this in.
- Yeah.
19-4. Suspicious vehicle,
Pointe-St-Charles rail yard.
- You good?
- WOMAN ON RADIO: Copy, 19-4.
Yeah, I'm good.
What the fuck is
he doing to her?
Knife.
- BEATRICE: Get out of the car!
- AUDREY: Police!
BEATRICE: Now!
Hands above your head.
- Hands above your head! Now!
- I'm a dentist.
- I'm just a dentist!
- Drop it! Drop the weapon!
- I said drop the weapon now!
- It's not a...
- It's not a weap...
- Sir, drop...
It's a sickle scaler for tartar!
For tartar.
[Indistinct conversations,
mid-tempo music playing]
Yo, you made it.
Nice! Yes.
- How you doing? You good?
- I'm good, man.
- Yeah?
- I'm good. Yes.
Good, good.
- What's going on here?
- Nothing, man. It's all good.
You know, sometimes I got
to be playing fire inspector
from time to time,
but it's all good.
I'm good, man.
Doesn't exactly look up to code.
That's what I'm saying.
What was I just saying?
What was I just saying?
You can't be cooking
Italian sausage
on a motherfucking
shopping cart, man.
- Put out the fire.
- Tastes better this way.
Yo, bro, I said
put out the fire.
Don't make me do something, see?
All right. Yo, out this.
[Sizzling]
You hungry?
- Yeah.
- Come, come, come, come.
Smells amazing out here.
That's what I'm saying. [Laughs]
Hey, baby.
[Smooches]
- Hey.
- Hey.
CASSIE: My cousin Nick and me
used to get into all kinds
of shit down in Burgundy.
Sure, we did. We
had no fear, man.
Hey, shit we got into, man...
Remember that BB gun?
- Where'd that come from?
- NICK: You stole it.
CASSIE: Anyway, we
had us some sweet spots.
- Take target practice.
- I'm so glad you could come.
CASSIE: Roll up in that
old fort behind Lafleur's.
- Right? Remember that?
- Yeah. That was...
- That little Chinese store.
- The Chinese restaurant.
So nigga goes... he goes...
He goes, "Check this out."
He takes the rifle and aims it
at the old woman's bird feeder...
- Wait, wait, wait.
- What? What?
- What you talking about?
- Let me tell the story, man.
So he aims it at the
old lady's bird feeder.
He lets off two hot
ones... Bam! Bam!
Right through the old
woman's bay window.
Trust me, brethren.
It went just like that.
- That was you.
- What?
- I was telling you not to.
- Anyways.
Yeah, so the woman comes
running out of the back, right?
Her housecoat flies open.
Her titties are like
ba-da-da-da-da, ba-da-da-da-da.
[Laughter]
- [Laughing] Oh, shit.
- Oh, man.
You want a new beer, man?
No. I just want to know if, uh,
you have any word on my bike.
Yeah, hold on. Yo, sweetness!
Sweetness! Get my
man a beer, please.
Yes, Lord.
Hey, you want a new bike?
I can get you a Kawasaki.
Want a Kawasaki?
No, man. I don't
want a Kawasaki.
I want my bike.
Hey, I want you to meet someone.
- No, no, no.
- Shh, shh, shh.
Hey, baby.
Nick, I want you to
meet my girl Gloria.
How you doing?
Nick is a police officer.
Oh, Jesus Christ. Baby, man.
The man's here having a
drink, trying to keep a low profile.
Come on.
- It's his job.
- You don't hear me going around
telling people that
you do nails, do I?
Hey, hey. I'm a cosmetologist.
Exactly. Well, then
take the night off, please.
All right? We're just trying
to have some fun here.
Come on.
So, you... working?
- Okay!
- [Laughs]
BEATRICE: So what was
he doing to you back there?
Just a cleaning.
Teeth cleaning.
For free?
Yeah. He's harmless.
What's the catch?
When I give a blowjob
and I swallow, I call him
so it's still fresh
on my breath.
Jesus.
What can I say?
I had four cavities last month,
and he filled them right up.
He does good work.
All right. You stay
right here, ma'am.
Mm-hmm.
I really don't think
there's a charge here.
Dentistry for jizz
breath in the face?
I don't know. It
should be illegal.
I'm gonna send her on
her way with a warning.
I'll talk to him.
Sir, this area was designated
a prostitution-free zone,
and the woman you were
with is known as a sex worker.
That's enough to
charge you with soliciting.
But I didn't solicit anything.
Which is why I'm letting you
go with a warning this time.
But I don't want to see
you down here again.
Understood?
You wouldn't want something
like this to mess up your practice,
Dr. Perreault.
You've had a lot of
work done, haven't you?
Nice teeth.
You're free to go.
Now.
Yeah.
[Footsteps approaching]
Hey. Want some help with this?
No, I'm almost done.
I can help.
Just...
I've got the
instructions in my head.
It'll be even more
confusing with two people.
I hate this.
When the walls go up.
Sorry.
You need to talk to someone.
But I wish you would talk to me.
Why are you...
It's okay. I'm fine.
I'm going to bed.
[Insects chirping]
[Metal rattles]
[Door closes]
[Indistinct conversations]
[Sighs]
[Cellphone buzzes]
Thank you. Food was amazing.
Gloria.
It was very nice to meet you.
[Indistinct conversations]
You're fucked up.
It's all right.
I'm fucked up too.
Well, that's reassuring.
It is what it is, my man.
All I know... Fighting
it just makes it worse.
For me, anyway.
Shit, five beers and I'm
already starting to feel it.
Five beers? Where were you?
I was at a barbecue in Castro.
My cousin... Kaz.
The guy with the snake?
It wasn't his snake.
Well, whose snake was it?
Aw, who cares? It's
in a better place now.
Two more.
- Your round, pal.
- Yeah.
I got to piss.
MAN ON RADIO: 17-45. I'm on it.
How was the shrink?
It was good. No surprises.
Forgot my jacket last night.
Well, you were feeling no pain.
Give me a minute.
[Indistinct conversations]
[Cellphone ringing]
Here.
Yeah?
Tonight?
Uh, yeah. I'll call
you when I'm off.
- Pop the trunk for me, will you?
- Yeah.
[Indistinct talking on radio]
[Laughs]
[Indistinct conversations]
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
CASSIE: [Laughs]
MAN: Ras clot Babylon.
Mind your business.
Don't worry. I'll make
security keep his ass outside.
GLORIA: Don't be mean, Cass.
That's just Moses. He lives
next to my grandmother.
She's 102 years old.
[Music playing in distance]
[Down-tempo music plays]
Drop the knife! 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.
- Hey.
- Yeah.
- Was the guy sure?
- Yeah. We'll find out.
- Thanks, man.
- All right.
[Engine starts]
[Tires screech]
[Engine starts]
[Music continues]
[Music continues]
[Insects chirping]
[Engine starts]
[Dog barking]
- Oh, shit.
- Go, go, go, go, go!
[Engine revs]
[Dog growling, barking]
[Doorbell rings]
[Insects chirping]
What's wrong?
You alone?
Yeah. What's up?
I don't know. I, uh...
I don't know what
I'm doing here.
Where's your girlfriend?
At home.
Where are you?
Working a double.
It's okay. You don't
have to talk about it.
Come on.
[Down-tempo music playing]
MALLOY: You must
be realizing by now
that your riding with him
is not an accident, right?
We want you close to him.
You ready, Bambi?
ISABELLE: Audrey's
alive. She's a fighter.
Let's stay focused.
19-2. We have shots fired
inside Viger High School.
[Gunshots, screaming]
If you can get out, go now.
[Grunts]
BEATRICE: Tyler's down.
- You want to get us killed?!
- He's a pussy, all right?
You want to get us all killed?!
[Gunshots, screaming]
[Girl screams]
I'm coming for you right now!
[Casing clatters]
19-2.
We've neutralized the threat.
[Insects chirping]
[Telephone ringing]
Ben.
Mm.
Mm.
[Telephone beeps]
- Hello.
- MAN: Benjamin!
Don't hang up.
What do you want?
I saw your photo in
the paper last week.
Those damn kids in the school.
I didn't even have
to read the article.
I knew it was you
who took him down.
I told your mother...
I-I knew it was you.
How far off was he?
Twenty yards.
Twenty yards.
Where'd you hit him?
Right between the eyes, I bet.
Tell me.
- Yeah.
- Good boy.
I didn't even have to
read the damn article.
I already knew...
[Telephone beeps]
Your dad?
You know it was.
[Down-tempo music plays]
[Gunshot, birds chirping]
[Music continues]
[Vehicles passing]
MALLOY: How's your week been?
You holding up?
BEN: I got, um...
[Paper crinkling]
uh, Tyler's log.
Late. Sick. Sick.
He logs off on the
job an awful lot.
He's going for a
drink is my guess.
We already know about
his little alcohol problem,
but, uh, thank you.
Have you heard from Nick
yet since you've been off?
No.
What, he hasn't
sent any flowers?
Nothing?
No phone calls?
No. We don't, uh...
We're not like that.
Maybe you should
start being like that.
You should look
into Brouillard's place.
It's nice. It's too
nice for a cop.
His wife comes from money.
Well, what about Houle?
Lives in a mansion.
His wife doesn't work.
GIRARD: Houle's
a sprinkler king.
He was audited last year.
Chartier, why don't you just let
us worry about the big picture?
You focus on Barron.
You said the mole
could be anybody in 19.
Hey, you're not privy
to everything we are.
- It'd be helpful if I was.
- MALLOY: Nick's your partner.
You should know
where he is after hours,
who he's hanging out with.
Does he use his personal
cellphone on the job?
Who is he talking to, exactly?
Well, I'm on forced leave,
so there's not much I can do.
I got to go.
[Door opens]
You're gonna be
cleared for active duty.
When?
Next day or two.
Act surprised.
You're welcome.
[Mid-tempo music plays]
[Siren wailing]
WOMAN ON RADIO: Copy, 19-2.
[Indistinct talking
on television]
[Exhales deeply]
[Sizzling]
[Caribbean accent]
Morning, sunshine.
Good morning.
Damn, that smells good.
You two stay up late last night?
Yeah. Too late.
- I got to go.
- Unh-unh.
Where do you think you're
going? Sit your ass down.
Third time you stay here and
you ain't took my breakfast once.
All right.
This looks delicious. Thank you.
MAN ON TELEVISION:
More regrettable news today.
A ninth victim of the
Viger school shooting
died in hospital last night.
Nine kids now.
Oh, mine ears.
MAN ON TELEVISION: There
will be a memorial service at...
RITA: White boys gone crazy.
WOMAN ON TELEVISION:
These dramatic images
are still coming in tonight
from the Fairchild forest fire.
This fire,
which was thought to be
contained early this afternoon,
has since spread east and,
tragically, burned several homes
in the Sunny Acres
housing development
near Kim Road Station.
As reported earlier today...
[Water falling, children
shouting, laughing]
[Dog barking]
[Indistinct conversation]
I got to go.
Me left your helmet by the door.
Thank you, sunshine.
[Down-tempo music plays]
[Birds chirping]
Good morning.
No, no, no, no!
Come on!
Hey, you guys see what
happened to the bike here?
Man, what bike?
Motorcycle. BMW.
YOUNG MAN: Ain't
no BMWs out here, bro.
My brother got a Ninja.
Ninja's better than Beemer.
[Laughter]
[Horns honking, siren
wailing in distance]
Shit.
[Mid-tempo hip-hop playing]
NICK: Yo, man, turn
that shit down, will you?
[Volume decreases]
Okay, Dad.
[Laughs]
- Thanks for the lift.
- Yeah, yeah.
Well, good morning
to you and yours.
Good morning to you.
J.M.: Nice earring
you got there, Elton.
You get that in high school?
VINCE: Or did your
boyfriend give you that one?
Oh, that's good.
That's good, boys.
J.M.: [Chuckles]
[Indistinct conversations]
Hey.
I'm sorry.
How does it feel to be back?
I think it's weirder
for everybody else
than it is for me.
Yeah.
I just don't want any
special treatment, you know?
Well, you won't get any from me.
There she is!
Good to have you back.
Hey. Sweet scar.
You look like a hot
zombie cop or something.
- Shut up.
- I'm serious.
- I wish I had a scar like that.
- Yeah, yeah.
I don't know what
he's talking about.
- You look great.
- Thanks.
Hey, grab a seat, folks.
First of all, I would like to
welcome back Audrey Pouliot.
Okay. The latest beautiful
faces to be on the lookout for.
Just a reminder...
Counseling is available.
I know some of you
are mandated to go.
But it is for everybody,
and it is a good thing.
Tyler should be back
on duty any day now.
Till then, Bear, I'm
putting you with Pouliot.
I thought me and Audrey
were riding together.
I'm giving you and
J.M. the honor of 19-7,
not once, but twice.
What? Why?
Somebody's got to work a
double. You're up, buddy.
Yay.
Barron, 19-2 solo, uh,
till Chartier gets back.
Speak of the devil.
[Cheers and applause]
How are you, ace?
Okay. That's it, folks.
Take care of each
other out there.
[Grunts]
Oh. Too slow. Too
much paid vacay.
- Easy.
- Good to see you, buddy.
Thanks, man.
So are you back?
Houle wants to see me.
- I'll wait for you outside.
- Cool.
Sir?
I need you to report to the
Viger High School command post
later today.
- Why?
- SQ just needs a follow-up.
It's across from the school.
More questions?
- It's a big investigation.
- Yeah, I get it.
Cool. Sounds good.
And as of tomorrow
morning, you're back on duty.
Really?
Wow. That's, uh...
That's great news.
I think it's a bit too soon.
If I'm cleared, I'm ready.
Okay.
BMW, copper trim, 2006.
Where'd it go missing from?
9000 block, Jarry.
Castro Towers?
No shit it went
missing. [Laughs]
What the hell you
doing out there?
- What happened?
- My bike got stolen.
- Oh, shit.
- Yeah.
Do what you got to
do. I'll see you outside.
- You good?
- It's crazy.
It's... It's kind of weird, huh,
me, uh, getting called
back into the school?
Not that weird.
- You been getting some rest?
- Yeah. Why?
You look wired.
Too much coffee.
[Door closes]
You, uh... you having
dreams or... or anything about...
- About the shooting?
- No. Uh...
I don't know. It was...
You seeing the cop shrink?
Yeah.
I don't know what I'm
supposed to say there.
The kid was shooting other kids,
so I had to use deadly
force... End of story.
I wouldn't quite
put it like that.
Well, how am I
supposed to put it?
It sounds like you're
bottling shit up.
- I'm not bottling anything up.
- Don't be defensive.
Why would I...
- You can fuck off.
- [Chuckles, sighs]
It's all right.
I've been there.
- See you tomorrow.
- Yeah.
[Door opens, closes]
[Engine starts]
You know, at first
it was tough, man.
All the shaking
and flopping around.
Sweating through the sheets.
But it's all good now, baby,
'cause it's eight
days without a drop!
You hear me?
It's too bad you had to take
a bullet for that to happen.
Everything happens
for a reason, right?
I'll see you on
Wednesday, Mr. Joseph.
Yes, ma'am.
She's hot.
She's all right. I
ain't mad at her.
Yeah, man.
Eight days.
I haven't been clean
that long since I was...
since I was a cadet.
That's a long time, man.
I'm sure the morphine
drip didn't hurt.
Uh, no, it did not.
They got me on Percs, too, man.
Yeah?
I don't take 'em.
What about you, man? How
you coping with the shooting?
Oh, it's fine. It's good.
Yeah. Back tomorrow.
I told them I'd quit if
they put me on a desk.
[Laughs] My man.
I like that.
What about the
shrink? You seeing one?
Mm-hmm.
After what you've been
through, I think it's a good idea.
Yeah. I don't know. It's just...
Hey, this ain't a
deposition, man.
All right?
Just received a
report from the hospital
on patrolman Tyler Joseph.
Yes. And?
He's been released.
He's recovering at home.
Good news.
I'm not done.
His blood alcohol level at
the time of surgery was 0.18.
Judging from your
reaction, this isn't a shock.
No, it is not.
How bad is he?
Never on the job,
as far as I know.
It was early morning.
My bet is he was still
loaded from the night before.
0.18. That's one
hell of a hangover.
Okay. I'll take care of it.
Sergeant.
We need to make sure this
doesn't leak out prematurely,
so, um...
let's keep it close for now.
How close?
You and me.
[Indistinct conversations]
- I'm Detective Vicki Dole.
- Ben Chartier.
I know.
I'm sorry about
the shitty locale.
You know, not a lot of
choices near the school.
Yeah. I understand.
Well, uh, it's not
gonna take very long.
We just need some
help filling in the timeline.
I'm set up back there.
Okay. I'll follow you.
Mm-hmm.
VINCE: Debbie Downer.
J.M.: Stop running every
goddamn plate you see.
- I-It's distracting me.
- I can't stop.
All right. So the
guy in front of us?
[Indistinct talking on radio]
Ooh.
He's been convicted of
indecent exposure three times.
What a perv. Look at him.
Disgusting.
MAN ON RADIO: 19, robbery
at St-Denis Bar on the patio.
Dispatch, this is 19-7.
We're just on the
corner. We got it.
VINCE: Oh, here we go.
- It is there.
- Those waves are for me.
- Just know that, all right?
- [Chuckles] You wish.
Afternoon, ladies.
Somebody call for the police?
- Yeah. We did.
- Okay.
Um...
This kid... This kid
just went by on a bike,
and, um, and we were
sitting here drinking,
and he took all of our
purses right off of the table.
What did he look like?
I don't know. He was a kid.
Like, um, 12 years
old or something?
A kid.
So, black, white?
Help me out here.
A white kid. He
was a little white kid.
He went around the corner.
He has all of our
money and our ID.
My purse was Fendi.
It's a nice purse.
Very expensive.
Uh, how long ago was this?
Ten minutes or so.
Give us a minute, ladies.
All right. You take the car.
Go see if you can find
the kid or something.
- I don't know.
- You're not coming?
No. I'm gonna take statements.
They're kind of cute.
I don't mind taking statements.
I know you don't.
[Clears throat]
- I'll be fine.
- Yeah. I bet you'll be fine.
- Mm-hmm. Go.
- I bet you'll be great.
Okay, ladies.
One at a time.
- Thanks again for coming down.
- Yeah. No sweat.
And, uh, I speak
for the entire SQ
when I say thank
you for a job well done.
Sure.
- And if there's anything else...
- You're the one who shot him?
Yeah. It was you.
Okay. That's enough.
Let's not bother the officer.
Bam. Just like that. Dropped
him with the one shot.
I believe you have to
be back in class now.
It's just woodwork.
Let's go. Come on.
You have my number.
HOULE: He's not being suspended?
We are getting a very positive
message on Viger so far.
- I don't want to dilute it.
- So this is all about optics?
We need to address Tyler Joseph,
but we need to do it internally.
He was loaded on the job.
That's a zero-tolerance issue.
And this is also a privacy
issue for the officer involved.
You think he's gonna
magically get better all by himself
with us helping
to cover this up?
I'm not gonna allow the media
to turn the face of the
Viger shooting into a drunk.
He is a drunk.
And we're gonna
get him help, Sarge.
But this is Damage Control 101,
and if you don't have
the stomach for it,
I don't know what
the hell to tell you.
Listen to me.
This guy is gonna get somebody
killed, and that will be on you.
Do you have the
stomach for that?
WOMAN ON P.A.:
Investigator Harrison,
please report to exhibit room A.
Optics.
MAN ON RADIO: 14-21.
We're on Papineau.
We'll look into it.
Come on.
What are the odds of this?
Is that you, little buddy?
Is that you, little buddy?
19-7.
I'm in pursuit of a
Caucasian juvenile on a BMX
in the alley on St-Denis
south of Sherbrooke.
MAN ON RADIO: Copy,
19-7. Do you need backup?
[Children shouting in distance]
[Screams]
Hey. Police!
Hey!
Ma'am, are you
okay? You all right?
- Come here. Come here. Hey!
- WOMAN: Hey!
Come here! You okay, ma'am?
Where you going, little dude?
Stop!
Aah.
Stop! That's enough.
Hey!
Another way to do this.
Oh, oh, oh! Hey! Police!
Hey! Whoa!
[Grunting]
Stop resisting.
[Groans]
[Straining] Sir,
you're under arrest.
MAN ON RADIO: 14-21. Backup.
I just took down a 500-pound
sumo wrestler by myself.
It took three of us
to get him in the van.
Here. Take a look. See that?
[Chuckles]
- That's a good time right there.
- All right. All right.
- You want your hero moment?
- Yeah, I want my hero moment.
Okay. Take your hero
moment, baby boy.
Wipe away your tears
and man the fuck up, okay?
Got 'em back.
Oh, my God.
- Which one's yours?
- You got them?
Yeah.
You guys are amazing!
Thank you so much.
Just me. But that's fine.
Uh, where is Sasha
Renner? Where is she?
I think she went
to the bathroom.
I'll be back.
Good.
[Indistinct conversations,
up-tempo music playing]
Ma'am, Montreal Police.
- [Gasps]
- Here you go.
Oh, my goodness!
You actually found it!
Oh, I can't believe it.
Is everything in here?
I don't know. Um... yeah.
You should probably look and
make sure everything's there.
Okay. Don't go anywhere.
It's all here. I
can't believe it.
Seriously, this
purse is my life.
I don't know how to thank you.
Just doing my job.
No. Uh... really.
Thank you.
[Both laugh]
Stay for a while. Have a drink.
Oh, I would love to.
Unfortunately, we have
some official police business
to attend to, so...
No, you don't.
Yes, I do.
You know where the washroom is?
[Music continues]
[Woman, man moaning]
Oh, for fuck.
You, my friend, are
what they call screwed.
Oh, yeah.
Such a rookie mistake.
My God.
When they say rookie
mistakes... Oh, yeah.
That's the mistake
they're talking about.
You're... You're not
gonna say anything, right?
Man.
No, I am not going
to say anything.
Please.
But I'm not gonna
not say anything either.
All right. So, I mean...
what happens?
You go to meetings.
Random testing.
How many meetings?
Three a week for a year.
You'll kill me, man.
Three a week for a year?
I don't think it's
nearly enough.
[Sighs]
So no suspension and
this stays off my record?
You do that, the department
will support you any way they can.
All right. I'll take the deal.
Good, because you're not
gonna get a third chance.
Listen to me.
Addiction can be very
difficult to tackle on your own.
There's no shame in it.
I'm good, man. I got this.
Yeah.
I can do this.
Okay.
Thanks.
HOULE: I had a
blowout on the job today,
a blowout that's been
building for a long time.
I felt like I was enabling
one of my men's alcoholism.
And I was.
But I was powerless
to do anything about it.
It's a good reminder...
because I could see the
beast operating in his head.
So familiar.
My beast hasn't gone anywhere.
Still there.
Coming up with ways for me
to hurt myself, to hurt others...
if I don't learn to let go
and to keep coming here.
Thank you.
MALLOY: Have you heard from
Nick yet since you've been off?
BEN: No.
MALLOY: Nick's your partner.
You should know
where he is after hours,
who he's hanging out with.
Does he use his personal
cellphone on the job?
Who is he talking to, exactly?
Do you know that?
I'm cleared for duty.
I don't, uh...
I... I don't know why I
have to keep coming here.
You're free to go at any time.
Y-Yeah, but then you'll...
make a note in my file.
I... I don't know what else...
I-I don't know what
else there is to be said.
It's very common
after a traumatic event
to experience...
insomnia, nightmares,
a feeling of anxiety.
What are you feeling right now?
Ben?
G-Guilty.
That's a very normal response.
Not about the shooting.
I, uh, I did what
I had to do there.
What, then?
I don't know, but I
don't like the feeling.
What do you have
to feel guilty about?
It's okay. I'm, uh...
Yeah. I got to get going.
We still have 20 minutes.
You said I was free
to go anytime I like.
Guess there's no chance
to get my old one back, huh?
Look at this.
- HOULE: How does it feel?
- BEN: It's good.
It's a bit stiff, but it's good.
I'll probably just
start from scratch,
strip it down, do it myself.
HOULE: Yeah, I figured.
[Indistinct shouting]
HOULE: Are you ready?
BEN: Of course I'm ready.
It's good to be back.
Hey, that's enough!
[Grunts]
[Grunts] Ow.
- Stop resisting!
- Get off of me.
- Stop resisting!
- Get off!
- [Grunting]
- Stop fucking resisting!
- Stop fucking resisting!
- NICK: What are you doing?
- Stop!
- Ben!
Stop! Stop!
Ben, let him go!
- Stop!
- That's enough!
[Coughing]
MAN: What are you doing?!
I didn't do anything!
It wasn't me!
Why are you arresting me?!
[Grunts] Fuck!
I didn't... I didn't
do anything!
Why didn't you
arrest the other guy?!
[Thunder rumbles]
- NICK: You all right?
- BEN: Yeah.
Guy's a fucking idiot.
[Keys clicking]
That was a dangerous
hold back there.
I know.
I thought the bike
pump was a gun.
It happens to all of us.
And if you want, we
can take the afternoon...
No, no, no. No.
I'm fine. I'm fine.
I'm fine.
I'm just telling you what I'm
seeing from where I'm sitting.
[Clears throat]
It's okay.
BEATRICE: What's this?
- What the hell?
- [Indistinct talking on radio]
[Horn blares in distance]
- Let's call this in.
- Yeah.
19-4. Suspicious vehicle,
Pointe-St-Charles rail yard.
- You good?
- WOMAN ON RADIO: Copy, 19-4.
Yeah, I'm good.
What the fuck is
he doing to her?
Knife.
- BEATRICE: Get out of the car!
- AUDREY: Police!
BEATRICE: Now!
Hands above your head.
- Hands above your head! Now!
- I'm a dentist.
- I'm just a dentist!
- Drop it! Drop the weapon!
- I said drop the weapon now!
- It's not a...
- It's not a weap...
- Sir, drop...
It's a sickle scaler for tartar!
For tartar.
[Indistinct conversations,
mid-tempo music playing]
Yo, you made it.
Nice! Yes.
- How you doing? You good?
- I'm good, man.
- Yeah?
- I'm good. Yes.
Good, good.
- What's going on here?
- Nothing, man. It's all good.
You know, sometimes I got
to be playing fire inspector
from time to time,
but it's all good.
I'm good, man.
Doesn't exactly look up to code.
That's what I'm saying.
What was I just saying?
What was I just saying?
You can't be cooking
Italian sausage
on a motherfucking
shopping cart, man.
- Put out the fire.
- Tastes better this way.
Yo, bro, I said
put out the fire.
Don't make me do something, see?
All right. Yo, out this.
[Sizzling]
You hungry?
- Yeah.
- Come, come, come, come.
Smells amazing out here.
That's what I'm saying. [Laughs]
Hey, baby.
[Smooches]
- Hey.
- Hey.
CASSIE: My cousin Nick and me
used to get into all kinds
of shit down in Burgundy.
Sure, we did. We
had no fear, man.
Hey, shit we got into, man...
Remember that BB gun?
- Where'd that come from?
- NICK: You stole it.
CASSIE: Anyway, we
had us some sweet spots.
- Take target practice.
- I'm so glad you could come.
CASSIE: Roll up in that
old fort behind Lafleur's.
- Right? Remember that?
- Yeah. That was...
- That little Chinese store.
- The Chinese restaurant.
So nigga goes... he goes...
He goes, "Check this out."
He takes the rifle and aims it
at the old woman's bird feeder...
- Wait, wait, wait.
- What? What?
- What you talking about?
- Let me tell the story, man.
So he aims it at the
old lady's bird feeder.
He lets off two hot
ones... Bam! Bam!
Right through the old
woman's bay window.
Trust me, brethren.
It went just like that.
- That was you.
- What?
- I was telling you not to.
- Anyways.
Yeah, so the woman comes
running out of the back, right?
Her housecoat flies open.
Her titties are like
ba-da-da-da-da, ba-da-da-da-da.
[Laughter]
- [Laughing] Oh, shit.
- Oh, man.
You want a new beer, man?
No. I just want to know if, uh,
you have any word on my bike.
Yeah, hold on. Yo, sweetness!
Sweetness! Get my
man a beer, please.
Yes, Lord.
Hey, you want a new bike?
I can get you a Kawasaki.
Want a Kawasaki?
No, man. I don't
want a Kawasaki.
I want my bike.
Hey, I want you to meet someone.
- No, no, no.
- Shh, shh, shh.
Hey, baby.
Nick, I want you to
meet my girl Gloria.
How you doing?
Nick is a police officer.
Oh, Jesus Christ. Baby, man.
The man's here having a
drink, trying to keep a low profile.
Come on.
- It's his job.
- You don't hear me going around
telling people that
you do nails, do I?
Hey, hey. I'm a cosmetologist.
Exactly. Well, then
take the night off, please.
All right? We're just trying
to have some fun here.
Come on.
So, you... working?
- Okay!
- [Laughs]
BEATRICE: So what was
he doing to you back there?
Just a cleaning.
Teeth cleaning.
For free?
Yeah. He's harmless.
What's the catch?
When I give a blowjob
and I swallow, I call him
so it's still fresh
on my breath.
Jesus.
What can I say?
I had four cavities last month,
and he filled them right up.
He does good work.
All right. You stay
right here, ma'am.
Mm-hmm.
I really don't think
there's a charge here.
Dentistry for jizz
breath in the face?
I don't know. It
should be illegal.
I'm gonna send her on
her way with a warning.
I'll talk to him.
Sir, this area was designated
a prostitution-free zone,
and the woman you were
with is known as a sex worker.
That's enough to
charge you with soliciting.
But I didn't solicit anything.
Which is why I'm letting you
go with a warning this time.
But I don't want to see
you down here again.
Understood?
You wouldn't want something
like this to mess up your practice,
Dr. Perreault.
You've had a lot of
work done, haven't you?
Nice teeth.
You're free to go.
Now.
Yeah.
[Footsteps approaching]
Hey. Want some help with this?
No, I'm almost done.
I can help.
Just...
I've got the
instructions in my head.
It'll be even more
confusing with two people.
I hate this.
When the walls go up.
Sorry.
You need to talk to someone.
But I wish you would talk to me.
Why are you...
It's okay. I'm fine.
I'm going to bed.
[Insects chirping]
[Metal rattles]
[Door closes]
[Indistinct conversations]
[Sighs]
[Cellphone buzzes]
Thank you. Food was amazing.
Gloria.
It was very nice to meet you.
[Indistinct conversations]
You're fucked up.
It's all right.
I'm fucked up too.
Well, that's reassuring.
It is what it is, my man.
All I know... Fighting
it just makes it worse.
For me, anyway.
Shit, five beers and I'm
already starting to feel it.
Five beers? Where were you?
I was at a barbecue in Castro.
My cousin... Kaz.
The guy with the snake?
It wasn't his snake.
Well, whose snake was it?
Aw, who cares? It's
in a better place now.
Two more.
- Your round, pal.
- Yeah.
I got to piss.
MAN ON RADIO: 17-45. I'm on it.
How was the shrink?
It was good. No surprises.
Forgot my jacket last night.
Well, you were feeling no pain.
Give me a minute.
[Indistinct conversations]
[Cellphone ringing]
Here.
Yeah?
Tonight?
Uh, yeah. I'll call
you when I'm off.
- Pop the trunk for me, will you?
- Yeah.
[Indistinct talking on radio]
[Laughs]
[Indistinct conversations]
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
CASSIE: [Laughs]
MAN: Ras clot Babylon.
Mind your business.
Don't worry. I'll make
security keep his ass outside.
GLORIA: Don't be mean, Cass.
That's just Moses. He lives
next to my grandmother.
She's 102 years old.
[Music playing in distance]
[Down-tempo music plays]
Drop the knife! 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.
- Hey.
- Yeah.
- Was the guy sure?
- Yeah. We'll find out.
- Thanks, man.
- All right.
[Engine starts]
[Tires screech]
[Engine starts]
[Music continues]
[Music continues]
[Insects chirping]
[Engine starts]
[Dog barking]
- Oh, shit.
- Go, go, go, go, go!
[Engine revs]
[Dog growling, barking]
[Doorbell rings]
[Insects chirping]
What's wrong?
You alone?
Yeah. What's up?
I don't know. I, uh...
I don't know what
I'm doing here.
Where's your girlfriend?
At home.
Where are you?
Working a double.
It's okay. You don't
have to talk about it.
Come on.
[Down-tempo music playing]