19-2 (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - Tribes - full transcript
An arrest hits close to home for Nick when Kaz�۪s wife is charged with assault, and Ben begins to believe his concerns are justified. Tyler comes back to 19, and Vince�۪s conduct is called into question.
NICK: Previously on "19-2"...
BEN: They're cousins.
They're in, uh, some
kind of business together.
GIRARD: Get the
password from Nick's phone.
Unlock it. Stick this in.
- You look good.
- TYLER: Thanks a lot, man.
That goddamn bullet
gave me my life back.
BEATRICE: Did you
hear he stopped drinking?
Good for him.
It's not gonna last.
Say I did want to see
your partner again.
How would I do that?
The one thing in this life
that you don't want to do
is make enemies.
You want to get along.
Do you hear me?
Yes, sir.
[Insects chirping]
MAN ON RADIO: Fight in
progress at Parisian Nails,
7215 Bourassa.
A black woman and white male.
MAN ON RADIO: 36-10. En route.
Copy.
19-2 responding as well.
That's in 36.
- WOMAN ON RADIO: Copy, 19-2.
- Backup.
[Indistinct shouting]
RITA: I didn't do
anything wrong!
Don't be coming around my place!
I didn't do anything wrong!
- Sit down!
- I didn't do anything wrong!
- Don't you dare touch her!
- Be quiet! Get back inside!
- I know my rights.
- Everything okay here?
Yeah. I got it. You're
from 25, aren't you?
19. Heard the call.
All the way from 19?
Good. You call me an ambo.
- For what?
- For what she did to my face.
- Look.
- Yeah.
RITA: I didn't do
anything wrong.
19-2. We need paramedics
at 7215 Bourassa.
WOMAN ON RADIO: Copy, 19-2.
WOMAN: We were minding
our damn business in there.
I didn't do anything wrong.
I didn't do anything wrong!
- Rita. Rita, calm down.
- Come on. Let me talk to you.
Calm down.
This is some bullshit!
You're making matters worse.
He come into my
place of business,
and he coming
around me and I stop it,
and I'm the one in cuffs?!
Just calm down,
okay? Just listen.
- This is bullshit!
- You're not helping things.
Just tell me what
happened. Talk to me.
- He came in to use the toilet.
- Okay.
We said we don't
have a public toilet,
and then he tries to steal
the tip jar off the counter.
MAN: She's lying.
Rita blocks the door, and
they start whaling on each other
and pulling on
each other's hair,
and he tries to
give the tip jar back,
and that's when the cop showed
up and put Rita to the ground.
- Just calm down, okay?
- MAN: This is bullshit.
RITA: You try and steal
from my place of business?!
MAN: Rot in hell!
Right there. Stay there, please.
I'll be right back to you,
okay? Just calm down.
- Jesus!
- Rita. Take it easy, okay?
- Everything's gonna be fine.
- I got it from here.
- Don't touch me!
- Let's go!
Rita, relax!
RITA: Stop touching me!
I didn't do anything wrong!
- Don't touch me!
- Stay there, please.
[Door closes]
[Indistinct conversations]
[Mid-tempo music plays]
[Siren wailing]
WOMAN ON RADIO: Copy, 19-2.
[Indistinct talking on radio]
This is a bit much, no?
A bit much?
Did you see what
she did to my face?
NICK: I think you'll survive.
Did you come up from the
19 just to give me a problem?
- I'm just trying to help.
- Fuck you.
[Indistinct talking on radio]
So how do you
know Officer Barron?
Gonna put me in
the back of a cop car
in front of my
place of business.
A degradation, this!
All right. I'll talk to Kaz.
He'll meet you at the
station with a lawyer.
A lawyer?
You need to get these
damn cuffs off of me.
Rita, you attacked the guy.
He attacked me.
There's not much I
can do right this second.
This is bullshit.
Nick.
Let it go.
It's unnecessary.
[Sighs]
[Cellphone ringing]
What do you want?
Vince, you here yet?
Yeah. I'm walking up.
Yeah? Come in the back door.
Your friend's here.
What?
Why?
No, no, no, no.
Ma'am?
Waiting for somebody?
Not you.
Look, um... you
don't want to do this.
Do what?
Vince is just one
of those guys, okay?
I mean, yeah, sure... He'll
fuck a badge bunny, whatever.
But... he doesn't
really have any respect,
so to him it's just
kind of like, um...
slumming.
Fuck you.
You wearing
anything under there?
You can have them back.
I'm sorry, Officer.
What did you say
about my panties?
[Clears throat]
All right.
You know what? Forget about it.
And you can forget
about Vince, too, okay?
- What did he say about me?
- What'd he say about you?
You don't want to know
what he said about you.
How about I go in that station
and tell them why you have my
fucking panties in your pocket?
[Chuckles]
Okay.
You want to know what he said?
He said he was
already in the bathroom
so he figured, you know,
might as well just go.
Ma'am.
[Indistinct conversations]
I'm back with Tyler.
It's too bad we can't
still ride together.
The nurses at St.
Mark's were so fine,
I was getting them to dig
deep in every nook and cranny.
I was coming up with medical
issues I didn't even know I had.
[Laughter]
And there she is.
The light at the
end of my tunnel.
You get a near-death
experience from that little scratch?
I sure did, baby, but you
know what brought me back?
The thought of you.
I told the Grim Reaper,
"Wait. My partner needs me."
- What?
- What up, baby?
- What up, Swag?
- You good?
- Are you good?
- Yes, sir.
Well, welcome back.
Thank you. Thank you.
You know what time it is.
Paintball. You in?
- MAN: Let's do it.
- Let's do it.
You sure you should
be doing paintball?
You just took a
shot in the neck.
It's two for one, baby.
Don't take any stupid
injuries doing that.
But, Sarge, it's two for one.
- I'll pass.
- Pshh. Tough crowd.
Fill it up. I'll wait.
- You've got to be kidding me.
- I told you it was random.
That means it can
happen any time.
I ain't been back five minutes.
End of shift, you're
doing a Breathalyzer.
Let's go.
It's a stupid situation.
Who is she?
Rita. My cousin's girl.
- She's a handful.
- Yeah.
Kaz is always getting himself
into trouble, including her.
MAN ON RADIO: A guy in a tree
at the corner of
Beaumont and de l'Épée.
- 19-2 responding.
- [Siren wailing]
MAN ON RADIO: Copy, 19-2.
[Indistinct conversations,
telephone ringing]
It was a loud club,
so I couldn't really yell
or scream or anything.
No.
[Horn blaring]
Fucking firefighters.
If it was a cat, they'd
be here by now.
Sir, come on down so I
don't have to shout at you.
Leave me alone, please.
Looks like you got
enough sleep last night.
I can get up there.
I can get up there.
No. Not a bright idea.
See, he's got the higher ground.
Let me get a ladder.
Hey, Marcel, how
you keeping, man?
Shitty, man. Pretty shitty.
- What's up?
- They took my kids away, man.
Eight months clean and now
they decide to take my kids away?
Does that make any
goddamn sense to you?
Not really, no.
Shit's topsy-turvy.
You remember the guys I
told you about on Hogan Street?
The pharmacy holdups?
Yeah, yeah. That
was some good info.
Of course it was.
I just need you to
hear me out, man.
Is it a long story?
Hell, yeah, man.
[Whispering] She's
making a complaint.
Who is?
The girl from the bathroom.
[Whispering] Fucking witch.
- Okay. She's crazy. She's crazy.
- I told you.
She was outside the
station with you, right?
- Yes. I told you that.
- All right. She's stalking me.
That's the story.
You have my back.
- Legare.
- You got my back.
- Yes, sir?
- My office. Now.
Yeah.
[Door closes]
[Indistinct talking on
P.A., telephone ringing]
MAN: I just want a bite.
[Water running]
[Whistling]
WOMAN ON P.A.:
Detective Kimball is requested
at the reception desk.
[Indistinct conversations]
Listen, man. I don't want money.
Money's bad for me right now.
But if I need you to write
me a letter for family court,
you can do that?
Yeah. Of course.
- You got my number, right?
- Yeah.
All right. Give me a call.
I'm counting on you, man.
All right.
[Bell chiming in distance]
No ladder?
Negative.
You see, the Buddhist guy there
lent it to the
Muslim over there,
and he's not
willing to pick it up
for reasons
complicated and unclear.
Is that guy an informant?
Yeah.
So you're really gonna vouch
for a guy like that in court?
No, man. He's a
hope-to-die smackhead.
Custody's the last
thing he needs.
Christ.
Sir, get down from
there right now
before I have to charge
you with public mischief.
Leave me alone!
- Jesus. Shit!
- Hey!
Told you.
Higher ground.
I'm gonna kill these guys.
[Horn blaring, siren wailing]
Ah. Well, here you go.
Yeah. I mean, we've had a
bunch of run-ins with her, sir.
I mean... she's nuts, you know?
Really?
Based on what?
Well, I mean, she was
at the station, uh, today.
J.M. saw her.
ISABELLE: She came
to file a complaint.
About events that happened
in a public bathroom.
Correct?
I keep talking
about... I mean...
You believe her?
I mean, come on.
Did you fuck her?
Did you fuck that girl?
No.
Okay? Nothing happened.
Okay.
Write it down.
All of it.
Now.
You forget something,
that's one thing.
You write down a lie...
[Brakes hiss, engine shuts off]
[Indistinct talking on radio]
- Thanks for coming out, boys.
- That's an hour and 12 minutes.
If it's a fire, the
whole block's gone.
But it's not a fire, is it?
It's a guy in a tree.
Mickey Mouse calls like this
take us away from
other business.
- Other business like what?
- Like what?
You having a
ping-pong tournament?
Get the ladder and get
him out of the fucking tree.
- What's your problem?
- Did you try shooting him down?
Shut the fuck up,
man. I'll do it myself.
Where the fuck do
you think you're going?
- MAN: Whoa!
- Hey!
Want some? Huh?
[Grunts]
HOULE: Everybody loves firemen.
- We do not punch firemen.
- BEN: Yes, sir.
Do I have to put
that in writing?
No, sir.
Do I have to put that
on the bulletin board?
"Do not beat up
the fire department"?
No, sir.
[Sighs]
Get out of here.
[Indistinct talking on P.A.]
TYLER: Hey, hey.
What's happening, baby?
What's the matter with him?
Some red-haired chick filed a
complaint... sexual misconduct.
Shit.
What's that? Against who?
Your partner. What happened?
Vince fucked some broad
in the bathroom on duty.
Goddamn rookie.
Mm.
I'm putting you down to
Velcro pending an investigation.
The alleged victim lives in 19,
so you'll be going elsewhere.
Sir... please.
Jesus Christ.
I'm sorry. [Sniffs]
Leave your tools on my desk.
You're gonna have to sign this.
[Down-tempo music playing]
[Indistinct conversations,
telephone ringing]
Will you look at that thing?
TYLER: I know, huh? I wonder
if it's ever gonna fall down.
- Oh, it's just a matter of time.
- Yeah.
Most towns have a monument
to freedom or to God.
Us?
We just have a big old
monument to corruption.
It's the bridges I worry about.
That special Mafia concrete.
[Chuckles] That's right.
But that's why I love
this crumbly old town.
Just when you get complacent,
a big giant piece of
concrete falls from the sky
to wake your ass up and
say, "Smell the roses, muhfuh."
[Chuckles]
Ah. Speaking of waking up.
Uh-oh. Look what we have here.
MAN: [Laughing]
I love it.
[Horns honking]
What you got in that mug, sir?
Hey. This is it. [Snaps fingers]
- This is it.
- All right. All right.
You can't have that
on the sidewalk, okay?
Let me hold that for you.
Thank you.
Hey. Hey, brother. Look at me.
Look at me. Right here.
- I'm looking at you.
- Right here.
This is it. [Snaps fingers]
Oh, I know what
you're going through.
- Huh? Boom.
- Ha.
- Clarity.
- Ah.
It's all coming together, right?
All right. You have a
good one. Off you go.
Ah. [Chuckles]
This is it!
This is it.
"This is it"? [Snaps fingers]
- He's drunk.
- Yeah, I know he's drunk.
Why'd you keep the mug?
It's for my collection.
Why would a guy who doesn't
drink have a mug collection?
You have it, then.
That's not the point.
You know, Bear, sometimes
a mug is just a mug.
[Down-tempo music playing]
CASSIE: Yo. Hello? Hey.
Rita doesn't have her
immigration papers yet, right?
So if this trial goes to
indictment, she's deported.
- No.
- Yes!
- She won't get deported.
- Yes, she is, man.
I've seen it happen. Trust me.
I tried talking to
the arresting officer
now that he's
cooled down, but...
I can't be interfering.
Why not?
'Cause we're family.
That looks bad.
That's right.
We're family.
[Bell chimes]
[Indistinct conversations]
CASSIE: Hey.
Remember when your
pops had a tab here
and we used to come in
and get the chocolate bars
and go on the street and
sell them for 50 cents apiece?
Spent it all on Street
Fighter in the back.
Double Dragon.
Oh, Double Dragon. My bad.
[Laughs]
See, when you're
pumping gas, man...
NICK: Pops.
I want to know what
happened to him.
Nobody knows, man.
Somebody knows.
I want to know who
disappeared him.
I was just a kid
when it happened.
Plus, you never came
back around after you left.
- Unless you needed something.
- Hey. That's not true.
I took that shit personally.
Don't take it personally.
Don't... Don't guilt-trip me.
I'm not.
Look. It's good to
have you back, man.
Maybe you can ask questions.
About my father.
Sure. Anything.
Rita, though... is the
future mother of my kids.
You feel me?
Yeah.
What the fuck? No favors.
I'm not asking for a favor.
Just making a polite suggestion.
Yeah, I don't need
any of those either.
That girl didn't
do anything wrong
except try to stop a thief.
She didn't do anything wrong?
I'm sure you've seen worse,
working such a hard district.
- 36 is no joke.
- No doubt.
Wouldn't be hard to rack up a
few excessive-force complaints.
What are you at? Four? Five?
My friend, they've
all been dismissed.
And how many were white?
You're barking up the
wrong asshole, my friend.
Am I?
I've been working
Montreal North for 22 years.
These are my people.
I've done more for these folks
than you've probably
ever done at the 19.
Okay.
My mistake.
Why don't you back off down
to the 19 where you belong?
- Believe the balls on this guy?
- [Engine starts]
[Rock music playing]
- TYLER: What's going on, baby?
- Hey. Not much.
What's going on, bro?
What up, rookie?
You know what's up.
I sure do. Mm-hmm.
Please tell me she was worth it.
No.
Should have put a
ring on it, my man.
You know, if it's true
love, all is forgiven.
I want to fucking shoot
somebody right now.
Yeah. Well, you don't
have a service weapon.
See, this is my career, right?
It's over before it even began.
If you want to shoot
some shit up, my man,
I got just the thing for you.
What have you got?
A farewell shoot-up
for the fuck-up rookie.
- What's this?
- Paintball, my man.
Paintball? Paintball.
Oh, hell, yeah. I'm in on this.
- Party for Vince.
- Yeah.
MAN: If you are under the
influence of alcohol, drugs,
or prescription medication,
you cannot play paintball.
This is not an issue, my
friend. This is a non-issue.
Goggles on at all times
and no head shots.
Yeah? What about neck shots?
Looks like you took
a couple heaters.
I repeat... no head shots.
Go ahead. Choose your team.
We'll get some equipment set up.
- All right.
- All right. Here.
TYLER: All right.
Mr. Barron, who you got?
Well, think I'm gonna
take the woodsman.
Chartier.
All right. That's a good pick.
You won't regret it.
All right. I'm gonna take J.M.
Wisdom, people. You see
that? That's wisdom right there.
All right.
- Mama Bear.
- There you go.
- BEATRICE: That's right.
- Get over here, girl.
Come on, man.
You know I need this.
I'll take Audrey.
[Laughter]
Ha ha. Let's all have fun.
You pick Audrey before
you pick me? Really?
- Big Jim.
- BEN: Jimmy.
We need you, man.
- J.M.: Jimmy.
- Yes.
- All right. Now I got you.
- Yeah. Now you got me.
Yes, sir.
J.M.: Good evening, Ophelia.
Easy. Easy there,
Day of the Jackal.
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
Have fun shooting
straight with your $7 rental.
TYLER: My man.
- We're a good team.
- [Lockers opening]
[Indistinct conversations]
BEATRICE: Easy does it.
[Wagner's "Ride of
the Valkyries" playing]
MAN ON P.A.: First
game is Capture the Flag.
Both teams will participate.
- After that, Last Man Standing.
- BEN: Keep your head down.
MAN ON P.A.:
Everyone on their own.
[Indistinct shouting,
paintball guns firing]
[Music continues]
All right, man. We're
good here. Put it down.
Put the flag down.
We're good here.
We can protect it.
All right.
You can't put it up there.
What are you doing?
- You can't hide it.
- It's not hidden.
- You can still see it.
- It's borderline, man.
- Chartier.
- You can't do that.
Chartier, you want to win or
you want a sportsmanship award?
- We're gonna win it.
- We're gonna win this.
- Let's go.
- Hoo-ah.
BEN: Oh, I've got to piss.
[Music continues]
[Grunts]
Are you all right?
Yeah, I'm good, man.
- You know what?
- What?
I'm gonna set up camp here,
man. I'm gonna stand guard.
- This is terrible.
- No, it's good.
No. You're a sitting
duck here. Are you nuts?
If you don't like it,
big boy, get to moving.
This is my own
private Stalingrad.
All right.
- See you later.
- Yes, sir.
[Shouting in distance]
[Exhales deeply]
[Whispering] Blessed be the
Lord, who giveth me strength,
which teacheth my hand to
war and guideth my finger to fight,
my goodness, my
fortress, my high tower.
I've got you, you motherfucker.
[Grunts]
[Laughing]
Where did you come from?
Oh, I'm sorry. Were you praying?
Yes.
We're supposed to
be on the same team.
Oh. Team.
[Grunts] Ow!
- [Laughing]
- Stop it.
Aah!
Aw!
God damn it!
My man.
[Birds chirping]
MAN ON P.A.: Last Man Standing.
[Indistinct shouting,
paintball guns firing]
You almost got shot up.
Whoo!
[Exhales deeply]
Aw, come on.
You gonna do me like that?
I'll give you 60 seconds' grace.
I'll give you 60 seconds' grace.
Good. 60.
- 59.
- 58.
- 57.
- 56. Good. You can count.
- 55.
- 54.
- 53.
- 52.
51.
50.49.
48.
MAN: Ten o'clock!
Ten o'clock! Look out!
- Where you going? Huh?
- [Paintball gun firing]
You want some of this?
You want some of this?
[Chuckles]
Blast you fools.
Oh.
[Insects chirping]
[Shouting, paintball
guns firing in distance]
Aah!
[Grunts]
Oh, shit.
Audrey.
[Exhales deeply]
I thought you were Chartier.
I'm ready to light
his ass up. [Laughs]
- I totally shot you first.
- Oh, no, no. I don't think so.
- Oh, yeah.
- Not even close.
I so lit you up first.
That felt so good.
[Exhales deeply]
- You got me in the hand.
- Did I?
How did you do that?
Oh, man.
Stalemate.
All right.
Yeah.
How about we pretend
this never happened?
Huh?
Okay.
Oh.
Okay.
Turn it inside out.
[Down-tempo music playing]
[Shouting, paintball
guns firing in distance]
[Cellphone chimes]
J.M.: He went the
other way, right?
[Paintball gun firing]
Ah. Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah.
- I don't give a shit, all right?
- J.M.: Hey.
I just shot you in the
chest. You're dead, retard.
Did you know
that I actually thought
that you were on my team?
Man, the guy just said...
Every man for himself.
No, no, no. Yeah. You
proved that, didn't you?
I should have never
partnered with you.
You want to talk
about this, huh?
Yeah, I want to talk about this.
I was the only one
defending you, rookie.
Oh, you... you... Really?
What did you say? Huh?
Nothing!
Yeah, you said nothing.
Not a word.
I bet you said nothing.
Know what?
If I'm going down, you
are going down, too.
Why are you dumping
your booze, man?
It looks like your
little tree fort is thirsty.
What are you doing?
What's that?
Here we go.
Whoa.
What the... Oh, shit.
[Grunts]
Whoa. It's getting hot in here.
What have we got?
Whoa.
Man, you're crazy.
- Yeah.
- [Laughs]
Hey! What the hell?!
Get the fire extinguisher! Now!
Only time I have
problems is with damn cops!
Come here. I want
to say something.
What?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Come here. Come here.
No. Easy! Easy!
Huh? I know you said something!
Rip your head off and
shit down your throat!
[Siren wailing, horn honking]
[Brakes hiss]
Everybody back out of the way.
Move out of the way. Come on.
- VINCE: Oh, shit.
- Move out of the way!
Hey, look who it is.
Back off. Now.
Great response
time, boys, as always.
You starting fires
on purpose now?
Why don't you just do
your job and put it out?
I want to know which one of
you fucking assholes started it!
It was an accident.
Kind of like you.
Not an accident.
Who did this?!
You butt boys just can't stop
playing with guns, can you?
"Butt boy"?
[Indistinct shouting]
Drop it!
[Down-tempo music playing]
[Exhales deeply]
HOULE: Fall in.
Barron.
You want to tell me
why the sergeant from 36
is calling me
screaming about you?
Ed Narcy?
Goddamn rat.
What's the story?
The story is he's an asshole.
Maybe, but you don't
go sticking your nose
into another shop's arrest.
Look, Sarge, I
didn't do anything.
I was just asking him
to take another look at it.
Who is she?
My cousin's girlfriend.
Got to back away from it.
Fall in.
You see this shit?
Self-righteous sons of bitches.
You carry so much anger.
I thought those hose monkeys
were supposed to
be sacred heroes,
saving the world
one kitten at a time.
They get in one little scuffle,
they go ratting out
to big daddy fire chief.
[Children shouting]
NICK: So, the arresting
officer, he's not budging.
So that's it, then?
Listen.
I'm gonna tell you one
thing, then I'm stepping away.
What, man?
Rita's got one chance
to play the race card.
She needs a lawyer to
countersue for discrimination.
All right.
So you got a pit bull in mind?
I'll get you the name
you want. Cops hate him.
But you got to act quick.
Get the paperwork in his
hand before the arraignment.
I got you. Nip
the shit in the ass.
That's right.
But you should
probably stand clear.
You're not the best
association for her right now.
You know what I'm saying?
Yeah, yeah. Thanks, man.
All right.
MAN ON RADIO: 19, report to
the gas leak at 4848 10th Street.
[Siren wailing]
WOMAN ON RADIO: 36-8.
We need medics at 218.
MAN ON RADIO: 19-8. I'm on site.
We got people inside.
[Siren wailing, horn blaring]
What the fuck?
- Are these guys for real?
- You fucking kidding me?
NICK: Fucking losers.
What the fuck are they doing?
[Siren slows, stops]
[Siren chirping]
[Down-tempo music playing]
[Music continues]
19-2. We've got
two more victims.
Second bedroom inside
the basement door,
a male and a female.
About 30 years old.
WOMAN ON RADIO: Copy, 19-2.
[Keys jingling]
- Hey.
- Hey.
Oh, my God. [Sighs]
You all right?
I lost one. [Chuckles]
One what?
Student.
On the field trip to the museum.
What happened?
Uh, she was missing
for over an hour,
hiding in the fossil collection.
They were all in
on it. Whole class.
Trying to pull a prank
on the dumb substitute.
I almost called you.
[Chuckles]
What's going on with you?
Ben, what is it?
I'm in love with somebody else.
I'm sorry.
I knew there was something
wrong with you, but...
Are you having an affair?
[Voice breaking] Oh, no.
[Sobs]
No.
MAN: Come on, buddy.
AMÉLIE: Come on.
- Come on.
- [Dog panting]
- Good boy.
- Watch your tail.
He's so good.
BEN: Am.
Am.
Ben?
Jesus.
We got to talk.
- Now?
- Right now.
I'll give you a minute.
- No, you can stay.
- No.
You should hear this too.
This...
This is ridiculous.
I love you, and I know that you
love me, so what are we doing?
Yeah. You're right.
This is ridiculous.
Can we talk tomorrow?
No. I don't want to
wait till tomorrow.
- Come on.
- Shut up, dude.
I want to be with you.
I don't want you to be with him.
What are we waiting for?
That's not fair.
If I'm wrong, you
tell me I'm wrong.
Yeah.
You're wrong.
Come on.
WOMAN: I'd like to acknowledge
that the time on
the wall is now 10:04
and the arresting
officer is not present.
I'll give him another
minute, and then we proceed.
Okay.
Given the circumstances, I
understand that the Crown
is willing to drop the charge
of assault on a peace officer
down to disorderly conduct.
If everyone's in agreement?
Wonderful. Dismissed.
Thank you, Lord.
Thank you, Lord.
Thank you. Thank you.
[Indistinct conversations]
- Thank you.
- Girl!
[Laughs]
This is great.
Amazing.
Let's go.
Let's get out of here.
You can stay
here. I'll get a hotel.
No. I don't want to
stay here right now.
So, is she gonna come here?
- I don't know.
- The...
Is she just waiting
for me to leave?
It's not like that.
Catherine.
Please.
[Door closes]
[Vehicles passing]
Hey.
You're doing great work.
What's up? What
are you doing here?
Hop in.
No, I'm taking the night off.
I got a surprise for you.
I don't need any more of
your surprises today, cuz.
No, no, no. This is
different. Trust me.
[Keys jingling]
Okay.
[Engine shuts off]
What's going on?
What are we doing here?
Follow me.
[Insects chirping, vehicles
passing in distance]
What... What have you
got going on out here?
Your pops.
He's in there.
What?
That's his tombstone.
How?
How'd you find him?
Just asked around.
Who put him in there?
Kind of people
who build bridges.
[Down-tempo music plays]
BEN: They're cousins.
They're in, uh, some
kind of business together.
GIRARD: Get the
password from Nick's phone.
Unlock it. Stick this in.
- You look good.
- TYLER: Thanks a lot, man.
That goddamn bullet
gave me my life back.
BEATRICE: Did you
hear he stopped drinking?
Good for him.
It's not gonna last.
Say I did want to see
your partner again.
How would I do that?
The one thing in this life
that you don't want to do
is make enemies.
You want to get along.
Do you hear me?
Yes, sir.
[Insects chirping]
MAN ON RADIO: Fight in
progress at Parisian Nails,
7215 Bourassa.
A black woman and white male.
MAN ON RADIO: 36-10. En route.
Copy.
19-2 responding as well.
That's in 36.
- WOMAN ON RADIO: Copy, 19-2.
- Backup.
[Indistinct shouting]
RITA: I didn't do
anything wrong!
Don't be coming around my place!
I didn't do anything wrong!
- Sit down!
- I didn't do anything wrong!
- Don't you dare touch her!
- Be quiet! Get back inside!
- I know my rights.
- Everything okay here?
Yeah. I got it. You're
from 25, aren't you?
19. Heard the call.
All the way from 19?
Good. You call me an ambo.
- For what?
- For what she did to my face.
- Look.
- Yeah.
RITA: I didn't do
anything wrong.
19-2. We need paramedics
at 7215 Bourassa.
WOMAN ON RADIO: Copy, 19-2.
WOMAN: We were minding
our damn business in there.
I didn't do anything wrong.
I didn't do anything wrong!
- Rita. Rita, calm down.
- Come on. Let me talk to you.
Calm down.
This is some bullshit!
You're making matters worse.
He come into my
place of business,
and he coming
around me and I stop it,
and I'm the one in cuffs?!
Just calm down,
okay? Just listen.
- This is bullshit!
- You're not helping things.
Just tell me what
happened. Talk to me.
- He came in to use the toilet.
- Okay.
We said we don't
have a public toilet,
and then he tries to steal
the tip jar off the counter.
MAN: She's lying.
Rita blocks the door, and
they start whaling on each other
and pulling on
each other's hair,
and he tries to
give the tip jar back,
and that's when the cop showed
up and put Rita to the ground.
- Just calm down, okay?
- MAN: This is bullshit.
RITA: You try and steal
from my place of business?!
MAN: Rot in hell!
Right there. Stay there, please.
I'll be right back to you,
okay? Just calm down.
- Jesus!
- Rita. Take it easy, okay?
- Everything's gonna be fine.
- I got it from here.
- Don't touch me!
- Let's go!
Rita, relax!
RITA: Stop touching me!
I didn't do anything wrong!
- Don't touch me!
- Stay there, please.
[Door closes]
[Indistinct conversations]
[Mid-tempo music plays]
[Siren wailing]
WOMAN ON RADIO: Copy, 19-2.
[Indistinct talking on radio]
This is a bit much, no?
A bit much?
Did you see what
she did to my face?
NICK: I think you'll survive.
Did you come up from the
19 just to give me a problem?
- I'm just trying to help.
- Fuck you.
[Indistinct talking on radio]
So how do you
know Officer Barron?
Gonna put me in
the back of a cop car
in front of my
place of business.
A degradation, this!
All right. I'll talk to Kaz.
He'll meet you at the
station with a lawyer.
A lawyer?
You need to get these
damn cuffs off of me.
Rita, you attacked the guy.
He attacked me.
There's not much I
can do right this second.
This is bullshit.
Nick.
Let it go.
It's unnecessary.
[Sighs]
[Cellphone ringing]
What do you want?
Vince, you here yet?
Yeah. I'm walking up.
Yeah? Come in the back door.
Your friend's here.
What?
Why?
No, no, no, no.
Ma'am?
Waiting for somebody?
Not you.
Look, um... you
don't want to do this.
Do what?
Vince is just one
of those guys, okay?
I mean, yeah, sure... He'll
fuck a badge bunny, whatever.
But... he doesn't
really have any respect,
so to him it's just
kind of like, um...
slumming.
Fuck you.
You wearing
anything under there?
You can have them back.
I'm sorry, Officer.
What did you say
about my panties?
[Clears throat]
All right.
You know what? Forget about it.
And you can forget
about Vince, too, okay?
- What did he say about me?
- What'd he say about you?
You don't want to know
what he said about you.
How about I go in that station
and tell them why you have my
fucking panties in your pocket?
[Chuckles]
Okay.
You want to know what he said?
He said he was
already in the bathroom
so he figured, you know,
might as well just go.
Ma'am.
[Indistinct conversations]
I'm back with Tyler.
It's too bad we can't
still ride together.
The nurses at St.
Mark's were so fine,
I was getting them to dig
deep in every nook and cranny.
I was coming up with medical
issues I didn't even know I had.
[Laughter]
And there she is.
The light at the
end of my tunnel.
You get a near-death
experience from that little scratch?
I sure did, baby, but you
know what brought me back?
The thought of you.
I told the Grim Reaper,
"Wait. My partner needs me."
- What?
- What up, baby?
- What up, Swag?
- You good?
- Are you good?
- Yes, sir.
Well, welcome back.
Thank you. Thank you.
You know what time it is.
Paintball. You in?
- MAN: Let's do it.
- Let's do it.
You sure you should
be doing paintball?
You just took a
shot in the neck.
It's two for one, baby.
Don't take any stupid
injuries doing that.
But, Sarge, it's two for one.
- I'll pass.
- Pshh. Tough crowd.
Fill it up. I'll wait.
- You've got to be kidding me.
- I told you it was random.
That means it can
happen any time.
I ain't been back five minutes.
End of shift, you're
doing a Breathalyzer.
Let's go.
It's a stupid situation.
Who is she?
Rita. My cousin's girl.
- She's a handful.
- Yeah.
Kaz is always getting himself
into trouble, including her.
MAN ON RADIO: A guy in a tree
at the corner of
Beaumont and de l'Épée.
- 19-2 responding.
- [Siren wailing]
MAN ON RADIO: Copy, 19-2.
[Indistinct conversations,
telephone ringing]
It was a loud club,
so I couldn't really yell
or scream or anything.
No.
[Horn blaring]
Fucking firefighters.
If it was a cat, they'd
be here by now.
Sir, come on down so I
don't have to shout at you.
Leave me alone, please.
Looks like you got
enough sleep last night.
I can get up there.
I can get up there.
No. Not a bright idea.
See, he's got the higher ground.
Let me get a ladder.
Hey, Marcel, how
you keeping, man?
Shitty, man. Pretty shitty.
- What's up?
- They took my kids away, man.
Eight months clean and now
they decide to take my kids away?
Does that make any
goddamn sense to you?
Not really, no.
Shit's topsy-turvy.
You remember the guys I
told you about on Hogan Street?
The pharmacy holdups?
Yeah, yeah. That
was some good info.
Of course it was.
I just need you to
hear me out, man.
Is it a long story?
Hell, yeah, man.
[Whispering] She's
making a complaint.
Who is?
The girl from the bathroom.
[Whispering] Fucking witch.
- Okay. She's crazy. She's crazy.
- I told you.
She was outside the
station with you, right?
- Yes. I told you that.
- All right. She's stalking me.
That's the story.
You have my back.
- Legare.
- You got my back.
- Yes, sir?
- My office. Now.
Yeah.
[Door closes]
[Indistinct talking on
P.A., telephone ringing]
MAN: I just want a bite.
[Water running]
[Whistling]
WOMAN ON P.A.:
Detective Kimball is requested
at the reception desk.
[Indistinct conversations]
Listen, man. I don't want money.
Money's bad for me right now.
But if I need you to write
me a letter for family court,
you can do that?
Yeah. Of course.
- You got my number, right?
- Yeah.
All right. Give me a call.
I'm counting on you, man.
All right.
[Bell chiming in distance]
No ladder?
Negative.
You see, the Buddhist guy there
lent it to the
Muslim over there,
and he's not
willing to pick it up
for reasons
complicated and unclear.
Is that guy an informant?
Yeah.
So you're really gonna vouch
for a guy like that in court?
No, man. He's a
hope-to-die smackhead.
Custody's the last
thing he needs.
Christ.
Sir, get down from
there right now
before I have to charge
you with public mischief.
Leave me alone!
- Jesus. Shit!
- Hey!
Told you.
Higher ground.
I'm gonna kill these guys.
[Horn blaring, siren wailing]
Ah. Well, here you go.
Yeah. I mean, we've had a
bunch of run-ins with her, sir.
I mean... she's nuts, you know?
Really?
Based on what?
Well, I mean, she was
at the station, uh, today.
J.M. saw her.
ISABELLE: She came
to file a complaint.
About events that happened
in a public bathroom.
Correct?
I keep talking
about... I mean...
You believe her?
I mean, come on.
Did you fuck her?
Did you fuck that girl?
No.
Okay? Nothing happened.
Okay.
Write it down.
All of it.
Now.
You forget something,
that's one thing.
You write down a lie...
[Brakes hiss, engine shuts off]
[Indistinct talking on radio]
- Thanks for coming out, boys.
- That's an hour and 12 minutes.
If it's a fire, the
whole block's gone.
But it's not a fire, is it?
It's a guy in a tree.
Mickey Mouse calls like this
take us away from
other business.
- Other business like what?
- Like what?
You having a
ping-pong tournament?
Get the ladder and get
him out of the fucking tree.
- What's your problem?
- Did you try shooting him down?
Shut the fuck up,
man. I'll do it myself.
Where the fuck do
you think you're going?
- MAN: Whoa!
- Hey!
Want some? Huh?
[Grunts]
HOULE: Everybody loves firemen.
- We do not punch firemen.
- BEN: Yes, sir.
Do I have to put
that in writing?
No, sir.
Do I have to put that
on the bulletin board?
"Do not beat up
the fire department"?
No, sir.
[Sighs]
Get out of here.
[Indistinct talking on P.A.]
TYLER: Hey, hey.
What's happening, baby?
What's the matter with him?
Some red-haired chick filed a
complaint... sexual misconduct.
Shit.
What's that? Against who?
Your partner. What happened?
Vince fucked some broad
in the bathroom on duty.
Goddamn rookie.
Mm.
I'm putting you down to
Velcro pending an investigation.
The alleged victim lives in 19,
so you'll be going elsewhere.
Sir... please.
Jesus Christ.
I'm sorry. [Sniffs]
Leave your tools on my desk.
You're gonna have to sign this.
[Down-tempo music playing]
[Indistinct conversations,
telephone ringing]
Will you look at that thing?
TYLER: I know, huh? I wonder
if it's ever gonna fall down.
- Oh, it's just a matter of time.
- Yeah.
Most towns have a monument
to freedom or to God.
Us?
We just have a big old
monument to corruption.
It's the bridges I worry about.
That special Mafia concrete.
[Chuckles] That's right.
But that's why I love
this crumbly old town.
Just when you get complacent,
a big giant piece of
concrete falls from the sky
to wake your ass up and
say, "Smell the roses, muhfuh."
[Chuckles]
Ah. Speaking of waking up.
Uh-oh. Look what we have here.
MAN: [Laughing]
I love it.
[Horns honking]
What you got in that mug, sir?
Hey. This is it. [Snaps fingers]
- This is it.
- All right. All right.
You can't have that
on the sidewalk, okay?
Let me hold that for you.
Thank you.
Hey. Hey, brother. Look at me.
Look at me. Right here.
- I'm looking at you.
- Right here.
This is it. [Snaps fingers]
Oh, I know what
you're going through.
- Huh? Boom.
- Ha.
- Clarity.
- Ah.
It's all coming together, right?
All right. You have a
good one. Off you go.
Ah. [Chuckles]
This is it!
This is it.
"This is it"? [Snaps fingers]
- He's drunk.
- Yeah, I know he's drunk.
Why'd you keep the mug?
It's for my collection.
Why would a guy who doesn't
drink have a mug collection?
You have it, then.
That's not the point.
You know, Bear, sometimes
a mug is just a mug.
[Down-tempo music playing]
CASSIE: Yo. Hello? Hey.
Rita doesn't have her
immigration papers yet, right?
So if this trial goes to
indictment, she's deported.
- No.
- Yes!
- She won't get deported.
- Yes, she is, man.
I've seen it happen. Trust me.
I tried talking to
the arresting officer
now that he's
cooled down, but...
I can't be interfering.
Why not?
'Cause we're family.
That looks bad.
That's right.
We're family.
[Bell chimes]
[Indistinct conversations]
CASSIE: Hey.
Remember when your
pops had a tab here
and we used to come in
and get the chocolate bars
and go on the street and
sell them for 50 cents apiece?
Spent it all on Street
Fighter in the back.
Double Dragon.
Oh, Double Dragon. My bad.
[Laughs]
See, when you're
pumping gas, man...
NICK: Pops.
I want to know what
happened to him.
Nobody knows, man.
Somebody knows.
I want to know who
disappeared him.
I was just a kid
when it happened.
Plus, you never came
back around after you left.
- Unless you needed something.
- Hey. That's not true.
I took that shit personally.
Don't take it personally.
Don't... Don't guilt-trip me.
I'm not.
Look. It's good to
have you back, man.
Maybe you can ask questions.
About my father.
Sure. Anything.
Rita, though... is the
future mother of my kids.
You feel me?
Yeah.
What the fuck? No favors.
I'm not asking for a favor.
Just making a polite suggestion.
Yeah, I don't need
any of those either.
That girl didn't
do anything wrong
except try to stop a thief.
She didn't do anything wrong?
I'm sure you've seen worse,
working such a hard district.
- 36 is no joke.
- No doubt.
Wouldn't be hard to rack up a
few excessive-force complaints.
What are you at? Four? Five?
My friend, they've
all been dismissed.
And how many were white?
You're barking up the
wrong asshole, my friend.
Am I?
I've been working
Montreal North for 22 years.
These are my people.
I've done more for these folks
than you've probably
ever done at the 19.
Okay.
My mistake.
Why don't you back off down
to the 19 where you belong?
- Believe the balls on this guy?
- [Engine starts]
[Rock music playing]
- TYLER: What's going on, baby?
- Hey. Not much.
What's going on, bro?
What up, rookie?
You know what's up.
I sure do. Mm-hmm.
Please tell me she was worth it.
No.
Should have put a
ring on it, my man.
You know, if it's true
love, all is forgiven.
I want to fucking shoot
somebody right now.
Yeah. Well, you don't
have a service weapon.
See, this is my career, right?
It's over before it even began.
If you want to shoot
some shit up, my man,
I got just the thing for you.
What have you got?
A farewell shoot-up
for the fuck-up rookie.
- What's this?
- Paintball, my man.
Paintball? Paintball.
Oh, hell, yeah. I'm in on this.
- Party for Vince.
- Yeah.
MAN: If you are under the
influence of alcohol, drugs,
or prescription medication,
you cannot play paintball.
This is not an issue, my
friend. This is a non-issue.
Goggles on at all times
and no head shots.
Yeah? What about neck shots?
Looks like you took
a couple heaters.
I repeat... no head shots.
Go ahead. Choose your team.
We'll get some equipment set up.
- All right.
- All right. Here.
TYLER: All right.
Mr. Barron, who you got?
Well, think I'm gonna
take the woodsman.
Chartier.
All right. That's a good pick.
You won't regret it.
All right. I'm gonna take J.M.
Wisdom, people. You see
that? That's wisdom right there.
All right.
- Mama Bear.
- There you go.
- BEATRICE: That's right.
- Get over here, girl.
Come on, man.
You know I need this.
I'll take Audrey.
[Laughter]
Ha ha. Let's all have fun.
You pick Audrey before
you pick me? Really?
- Big Jim.
- BEN: Jimmy.
We need you, man.
- J.M.: Jimmy.
- Yes.
- All right. Now I got you.
- Yeah. Now you got me.
Yes, sir.
J.M.: Good evening, Ophelia.
Easy. Easy there,
Day of the Jackal.
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
Have fun shooting
straight with your $7 rental.
TYLER: My man.
- We're a good team.
- [Lockers opening]
[Indistinct conversations]
BEATRICE: Easy does it.
[Wagner's "Ride of
the Valkyries" playing]
MAN ON P.A.: First
game is Capture the Flag.
Both teams will participate.
- After that, Last Man Standing.
- BEN: Keep your head down.
MAN ON P.A.:
Everyone on their own.
[Indistinct shouting,
paintball guns firing]
[Music continues]
All right, man. We're
good here. Put it down.
Put the flag down.
We're good here.
We can protect it.
All right.
You can't put it up there.
What are you doing?
- You can't hide it.
- It's not hidden.
- You can still see it.
- It's borderline, man.
- Chartier.
- You can't do that.
Chartier, you want to win or
you want a sportsmanship award?
- We're gonna win it.
- We're gonna win this.
- Let's go.
- Hoo-ah.
BEN: Oh, I've got to piss.
[Music continues]
[Grunts]
Are you all right?
Yeah, I'm good, man.
- You know what?
- What?
I'm gonna set up camp here,
man. I'm gonna stand guard.
- This is terrible.
- No, it's good.
No. You're a sitting
duck here. Are you nuts?
If you don't like it,
big boy, get to moving.
This is my own
private Stalingrad.
All right.
- See you later.
- Yes, sir.
[Shouting in distance]
[Exhales deeply]
[Whispering] Blessed be the
Lord, who giveth me strength,
which teacheth my hand to
war and guideth my finger to fight,
my goodness, my
fortress, my high tower.
I've got you, you motherfucker.
[Grunts]
[Laughing]
Where did you come from?
Oh, I'm sorry. Were you praying?
Yes.
We're supposed to
be on the same team.
Oh. Team.
[Grunts] Ow!
- [Laughing]
- Stop it.
Aah!
Aw!
God damn it!
My man.
[Birds chirping]
MAN ON P.A.: Last Man Standing.
[Indistinct shouting,
paintball guns firing]
You almost got shot up.
Whoo!
[Exhales deeply]
Aw, come on.
You gonna do me like that?
I'll give you 60 seconds' grace.
I'll give you 60 seconds' grace.
Good. 60.
- 59.
- 58.
- 57.
- 56. Good. You can count.
- 55.
- 54.
- 53.
- 52.
51.
50.49.
48.
MAN: Ten o'clock!
Ten o'clock! Look out!
- Where you going? Huh?
- [Paintball gun firing]
You want some of this?
You want some of this?
[Chuckles]
Blast you fools.
Oh.
[Insects chirping]
[Shouting, paintball
guns firing in distance]
Aah!
[Grunts]
Oh, shit.
Audrey.
[Exhales deeply]
I thought you were Chartier.
I'm ready to light
his ass up. [Laughs]
- I totally shot you first.
- Oh, no, no. I don't think so.
- Oh, yeah.
- Not even close.
I so lit you up first.
That felt so good.
[Exhales deeply]
- You got me in the hand.
- Did I?
How did you do that?
Oh, man.
Stalemate.
All right.
Yeah.
How about we pretend
this never happened?
Huh?
Okay.
Oh.
Okay.
Turn it inside out.
[Down-tempo music playing]
[Shouting, paintball
guns firing in distance]
[Cellphone chimes]
J.M.: He went the
other way, right?
[Paintball gun firing]
Ah. Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah.
- I don't give a shit, all right?
- J.M.: Hey.
I just shot you in the
chest. You're dead, retard.
Did you know
that I actually thought
that you were on my team?
Man, the guy just said...
Every man for himself.
No, no, no. Yeah. You
proved that, didn't you?
I should have never
partnered with you.
You want to talk
about this, huh?
Yeah, I want to talk about this.
I was the only one
defending you, rookie.
Oh, you... you... Really?
What did you say? Huh?
Nothing!
Yeah, you said nothing.
Not a word.
I bet you said nothing.
Know what?
If I'm going down, you
are going down, too.
Why are you dumping
your booze, man?
It looks like your
little tree fort is thirsty.
What are you doing?
What's that?
Here we go.
Whoa.
What the... Oh, shit.
[Grunts]
Whoa. It's getting hot in here.
What have we got?
Whoa.
Man, you're crazy.
- Yeah.
- [Laughs]
Hey! What the hell?!
Get the fire extinguisher! Now!
Only time I have
problems is with damn cops!
Come here. I want
to say something.
What?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Come here. Come here.
No. Easy! Easy!
Huh? I know you said something!
Rip your head off and
shit down your throat!
[Siren wailing, horn honking]
[Brakes hiss]
Everybody back out of the way.
Move out of the way. Come on.
- VINCE: Oh, shit.
- Move out of the way!
Hey, look who it is.
Back off. Now.
Great response
time, boys, as always.
You starting fires
on purpose now?
Why don't you just do
your job and put it out?
I want to know which one of
you fucking assholes started it!
It was an accident.
Kind of like you.
Not an accident.
Who did this?!
You butt boys just can't stop
playing with guns, can you?
"Butt boy"?
[Indistinct shouting]
Drop it!
[Down-tempo music playing]
[Exhales deeply]
HOULE: Fall in.
Barron.
You want to tell me
why the sergeant from 36
is calling me
screaming about you?
Ed Narcy?
Goddamn rat.
What's the story?
The story is he's an asshole.
Maybe, but you don't
go sticking your nose
into another shop's arrest.
Look, Sarge, I
didn't do anything.
I was just asking him
to take another look at it.
Who is she?
My cousin's girlfriend.
Got to back away from it.
Fall in.
You see this shit?
Self-righteous sons of bitches.
You carry so much anger.
I thought those hose monkeys
were supposed to
be sacred heroes,
saving the world
one kitten at a time.
They get in one little scuffle,
they go ratting out
to big daddy fire chief.
[Children shouting]
NICK: So, the arresting
officer, he's not budging.
So that's it, then?
Listen.
I'm gonna tell you one
thing, then I'm stepping away.
What, man?
Rita's got one chance
to play the race card.
She needs a lawyer to
countersue for discrimination.
All right.
So you got a pit bull in mind?
I'll get you the name
you want. Cops hate him.
But you got to act quick.
Get the paperwork in his
hand before the arraignment.
I got you. Nip
the shit in the ass.
That's right.
But you should
probably stand clear.
You're not the best
association for her right now.
You know what I'm saying?
Yeah, yeah. Thanks, man.
All right.
MAN ON RADIO: 19, report to
the gas leak at 4848 10th Street.
[Siren wailing]
WOMAN ON RADIO: 36-8.
We need medics at 218.
MAN ON RADIO: 19-8. I'm on site.
We got people inside.
[Siren wailing, horn blaring]
What the fuck?
- Are these guys for real?
- You fucking kidding me?
NICK: Fucking losers.
What the fuck are they doing?
[Siren slows, stops]
[Siren chirping]
[Down-tempo music playing]
[Music continues]
19-2. We've got
two more victims.
Second bedroom inside
the basement door,
a male and a female.
About 30 years old.
WOMAN ON RADIO: Copy, 19-2.
[Keys jingling]
- Hey.
- Hey.
Oh, my God. [Sighs]
You all right?
I lost one. [Chuckles]
One what?
Student.
On the field trip to the museum.
What happened?
Uh, she was missing
for over an hour,
hiding in the fossil collection.
They were all in
on it. Whole class.
Trying to pull a prank
on the dumb substitute.
I almost called you.
[Chuckles]
What's going on with you?
Ben, what is it?
I'm in love with somebody else.
I'm sorry.
I knew there was something
wrong with you, but...
Are you having an affair?
[Voice breaking] Oh, no.
[Sobs]
No.
MAN: Come on, buddy.
AMÉLIE: Come on.
- Come on.
- [Dog panting]
- Good boy.
- Watch your tail.
He's so good.
BEN: Am.
Am.
Ben?
Jesus.
We got to talk.
- Now?
- Right now.
I'll give you a minute.
- No, you can stay.
- No.
You should hear this too.
This...
This is ridiculous.
I love you, and I know that you
love me, so what are we doing?
Yeah. You're right.
This is ridiculous.
Can we talk tomorrow?
No. I don't want to
wait till tomorrow.
- Come on.
- Shut up, dude.
I want to be with you.
I don't want you to be with him.
What are we waiting for?
That's not fair.
If I'm wrong, you
tell me I'm wrong.
Yeah.
You're wrong.
Come on.
WOMAN: I'd like to acknowledge
that the time on
the wall is now 10:04
and the arresting
officer is not present.
I'll give him another
minute, and then we proceed.
Okay.
Given the circumstances, I
understand that the Crown
is willing to drop the charge
of assault on a peace officer
down to disorderly conduct.
If everyone's in agreement?
Wonderful. Dismissed.
Thank you, Lord.
Thank you, Lord.
Thank you. Thank you.
[Indistinct conversations]
- Thank you.
- Girl!
[Laughs]
This is great.
Amazing.
Let's go.
Let's get out of here.
You can stay
here. I'll get a hotel.
No. I don't want to
stay here right now.
So, is she gonna come here?
- I don't know.
- The...
Is she just waiting
for me to leave?
It's not like that.
Catherine.
Please.
[Door closes]
[Vehicles passing]
Hey.
You're doing great work.
What's up? What
are you doing here?
Hop in.
No, I'm taking the night off.
I got a surprise for you.
I don't need any more of
your surprises today, cuz.
No, no, no. This is
different. Trust me.
[Keys jingling]
Okay.
[Engine shuts off]
What's going on?
What are we doing here?
Follow me.
[Insects chirping, vehicles
passing in distance]
What... What have you
got going on out here?
Your pops.
He's in there.
What?
That's his tombstone.
How?
How'd you find him?
Just asked around.
Who put him in there?
Kind of people
who build bridges.
[Down-tempo music plays]