19-2 (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - Tables - full transcript
Previously on "19-2"...
Our original theory
was that Jean-Pierre
Harvey was the mole.
The job's not
like it used to be.
Nobody trusts us.
Now the most likely
suspect is Nick Barron.
- Cassie Clement.
- They're cousins.
They're in, uh, some
kind of business together.
I took care of your thing.
Our thing.
All you have to do
is make them happy.
- The fuck you doing?
- Aah!
Go. Go, go, go.
I just need to know that
I'm doing the right thing.
You know you are.
This is your father's file.
Where'd you get this?
An old friend at the SQ.
It says my father was a rat.
You think you know someone.
Things are in flux.
What things?
What do you think?
We're going silent for a
while, till the decision is made.
What... What do you mean?
Like a-a decision on Nick?
- An arrest?
- I can't tell you that.
Bullshit. I've cooperated.
I have a right to know.
Our investigation is...
intersecting with a larger one.
We're deciding how to respond.
What does that mean?
That's all I can say.
Just stay close to him.
We'll be in touch.
If you do anything,
I need to know.
- Of course.
- Thank you.
Copy, 19-2.
Okay. New assignments.
Brouillard, you've been
doing too many solos.
I'm putting you with Pouliot.
Someone's got to watch
over him and vice versa.
I am counting on you two
to be a positive influence
on each other, if you
understand what I mean.
Yes, sir, I do.
- I am so sorry for you.
- It's fine.
Thank you.
Have we found a
replacement for Vince yet?
We have not.
Now, if we come up short,
Station 47 has offered
us a duo for support.
Screw 47.
Outremont pussies.
Yeah. Keeping
the parks litter-free.
All right. Pouliot, Brouillard,
lunch will be at 1:00 p.m.
Barron, Chartier,
19-2, lunch at 12:00.
- 28-9. Copy that.
- So you just kicked her out?
I wasn't being fair to her.
But you were
being fair to Amélie?
Showing up at her
house unannounced,
telling her boyfriend
to hit the road?
I'm trying to be, yeah.
Wow.
I always liked the guy.
N-17, we have an
agitated young woman at...
Well, that's good.
Thanks for telling me that.
- That's good. I'm glad.
- It was never gonna work out.
Well, then... then
what are you saying?
She could always do worse.
All right.
Yeah. What's up?
We need to talk about Mom.
- Do we?
- Yeah.
I'm tired of being
your go-between.
About what?
Nick, just talk to her, please.
This about Theo?
Nick, this is exactly
what I don't want to do.
Can you please just...
What... What...
What are you...
The sink just exploded!
- Hold on. Hold on.
- Shit!
- She okay?
- Just take it.
- Hello?
- The sink just exploded.
There's water everywhere.
Um... Uh, there's a...
There's a knob underneath
the sink to turn the water off.
It's got, uh...
It looks like a...
Like a-a fat little
airplane propeller.
I can't hear you. You
have to... A what?!
Airplane propeller.
Do you see it?
I'm looking. I
don't see anything.
- Yeah.
- She ain't gonna find it.
Shit.
Are you in the
bottom-left cupboard?
- Can you just...
- Okay. Okay. Just...
We're... We got
to go by my place.
This is gonna take a bit.
You want to get lunch?
- Squished Chicken?
- Yeah.
Yeah. Rice, though.
Not potatoes.
- You want?
- No.
I'll talk to Mom.
Thank you.
So it's gonna
take a while, then?
No. It's shot. I got
to get a new one.
What?
You're soaking.
We should get you
out of those clothes.
- Are you serious?
- Mm-hmm.
Well, Squished Chicken's what,
five, seven minutes each way?
- Plus ordering.
- Really?
- Minimum.
- Really?
Fourteen minutes?
That's your selling point?
It always worked for
the girls back home.
- Oh, really?
- Really.
- Really?
- Really.
You should really
get those pants off.
You should really
go lock that door.
You're a beautiful woman.
Yo.
Copy, 56.
Here you are.
Sorry. The line was stupid.
No problem. Worth the wait.
You fix the sink?
No. I need a new part.
That's not your problem.
Make the landlord do it.
Like he's gonna fix it.
It's easier if I do it myself.
- Let's go.
- Come on. Don't be a sucker.
He know you're a cop?
He'll fix it.
Shots coming from a car
parked in front of
3124 Bourret Avenue.
You know, I can be a
good fucking partner.
You know that?
Well, so can I.
All right. Knock, knock.
Okay. Who's there?
Police!
Police who?
Then we kick in
the fucking door.
Boom!
That's a pretty good one.
Alleged theft at
strip club, 955 Clark.
Plaintiff and suspect
are on scene.
19-4. We got that.
This is 19-7.
We're half a block away.
We'll back you up on that.
Don't step on my call, J.M.
No intention, 19-4.
I feel this particular
establishment
needs a clear signal
that they're on our radar...
And they should be.
Oh, really? And why is that?
Free lunch buffet
starts in 15 minutes.
Over.
Come on. You don't like free?
Her story is the guy's
been on a binge for two days
and was waiting for her
when she came on shift.
Stripper stalker. Not unusual.
His story is she
lifted 800 bucks
right out of his front pocket.
And he didn't notice?
Says she was rubbing
his dick with the other hand,
so he didn't realize
until he tried to pay her.
He says, she says.
There's a wrinkle.
Her ID's fake.
Database had her prints.
Two busts for prostitution,
and Immigration has her
flagged for an expired visa.
Where's she from?
Wisconsin.
Oh. Refugee?
Ha ha.
- Did you call Immigration?
- Yeah. They're calling me back.
Beatrice?
Oh, my God. Bear.
Uh...
How come we don't
see you anymore?
Hey, Charlotte.
Oh. Who's your friend?
Was gonna ask you
the same question, Bear.
How you doing? I'm J.M.
Keeping the world safe
for pretty ladies like you
one day at a time.
- Hi.
- Okay.
Yeah. Madam.
Yeah.
Speaking.
I don't understand why
you're calling me directly.
Why isn't the union
involved in this?
I most certainly will.
No. I'm afraid that
doesn't work for me. Sorry.
No, why don't I talk to my
lawyer and call you back?
The fuck was that about?
SQ wants me to come in.
Says I have the
right to bring a lawyer.
It's not right.
If I was you, I'd be
all over this roast beef.
'Cause that seafood there is
like the women in this joint...
Look, but do not touch.
I don't mind a bit of grime.
N-19. We have complaints.
A man and two women drunk and
disorderly in Jeanne-Mance Park.
You go ahead and grab that, man.
No. You... You can grab that.
- I don't want it.
- I don't want it either.
I'm your backup. I-I
mean, I was here first.
- I don't need backup.
- Y-Yes, you do.
19-8. We'll take the drunks.
Nice.
Caprice is her work name.
And you know her from?
I had a stripper phase.
A stripper phase.
Huh.
How many strippers
add up to a phase?
Well, think about it.
Who else works our hours?
So what, you dated her?
- Charlotte?
- Yeah.
No. She was just around.
- Okay.
- Seriously.
Okay.
Oh, shit.
What?
I dated her.
Beatrice?
Mary Louise.
Oh, my...
Oh, my God, have I missed you.
What do I need a lawyer for?
You think you could help me out?
With what?
Your friend there. The
guy who got my dad's file.
No. Not... Not likely, man.
- Sorry.
- What are you talking about?
The guy got his
hand on a CI file.
- That's high level.
- He's retired.
Well, who is he?
He's obviously got clearance.
He was my CO for a little
while when I was starting out.
I don't need to know who
it is. I just need you to ask.
I'll ask, then.
I'll ask. I can do that.
- You know something about this?
- No.
Jesus, Nick. I'm
dating your sister.
I know that. The hell
does that have to do...
I can make a call.
I'll make the call.
I can't make any promises.
We've got to go.
I'm buying you dinner.
Yeah. I don't think so.
Bear, I'm in a better place.
- I'm clean.
- Easy to say.
I'm clean.
Just got my real estate license.
Give me a chance.
We had fun together. Remember?
We did.
I just got sick of
this whole scene.
- Yeah. Tell me about it.
- 19-4, 19-7,
you are free to
release Ms. Valentina.
Her lawyer talked
to Immigration.
Get back on the goddamn
road. I know what you're doing.
Dinner.
Come on.
You won't regret it.
President?
Helps with the loan.
I'm buying a fourplex.
- Seriously?
- Yeah. It's the same gig.
Just teasing rich guys out of
money they came to spend.
Instead of a lap
dance, they get a condo.
Is that all they get?
All they get from me.
Are we on?
Bear.
Yeah. What the hell?
What?
17-4. We're on lunch break.
Should be able to manage.
They sure stuck you
with me, didn't they?
Sorry?
I mean, think about it.
You walked off the SQ
and into that seat right there
and nothing could shake you.
How many times have you been
riding a desk since you came on?
And not just the school.
Right from the beginning.
What are you talking about?
You can't call a guy
in a fucking file room
and get a confidential
informant's file.
SQ gave it to you.
No.
- You working for them?
- No.
Better yet, did you ever
stop working for them?
- Nick.
- Come on.
You never quit the SQ.
You've been a
spy since I met you.
- That's not true.
- Bullshit.
That's not true.
What the hell are you doing?
Where are we going?
You make that phone call.
What's his name?
Huh?
It's Girard.
You're a terrible liar.
- No. That's the truth.
- Yeah?
It's the truth that he's
a retired small-town cop
in a file room?
That's the truth?
Stop. Stop. Stop.
You stop right there.
- Are you fucking serious?
- You weren't coming for me?
Not with my gun, I
wasn't. Lower your weapon!
Lower your weapon!
You need to go see the SQ.
Whatever we're doing
out here, this is not smart.
Whatever we're doing here?
What do you think,
I'm having you hit?
Well, then what are we doing?
What are we doing
here right now?
You think I'm dirty.
What's so special about me? Huh?
What's so fucking
special about me?
- What is it? Harvey?
- I don't know.
Bullshit.
- Bullshit.
- I don't know about Harvey.
Then what do you know
about, Ben Chartier?
Huh?
What are you doing with the SQ?
There's a mole!
In 19.
You understand me?
It's gotten cops killed.
- Was my partner one of them?
- Maybe.
And you think I did it?
I don't... I don't know.
You ride with me.
And you don't know?
- What are you, fucking blind?
- It's about your cousin.
They... They say
it's about your cousin.
N-19. We need traffic
control in the Old Port.
What'd he do?
They think he's
your link to the Mob.
They think you're the mole.
We have road blockage.
A unit is required.
Are you?
Are you?
Answer me! Are you?
Highway 10 underpass,
south Carrie-Derick exit.
19-2. We're on it.
N-19.
All patrol cars return
to stations immediately.
All confirm.
19-7. We're a good 20 minutes.
Use your lights.
Get your ass here.
19-2. We're stuck
at a road hazard.
19-2, a replacement unit
is en route from 17.
Do I have to repeat myself here?
Move it.
Copy, Sarge. Five minutes.
19-4. We're
pulling in right now.
Barron.
These guys from SQ are gonna
escort you to your interview.
- I got to see my lawyer first.
- He'll meet you there.
Chartier.
Let's go.
Bootlicking greeners
on your own turf.
Way to represent, Chief.
Hey.
Good luck.
Where's Nick?
I don't know.
Okay, everybody.
Grab a seat, please.
- Detective.
- Thank you, Sergeant.
All right.
This squad has been
tasked with supporting a raid
as part of Project Hercules.
This is Lieutenant Commander
Paree of Tactical Unit 7.
You will be providing
support under his command.
Today's operation is one part of
a major coordinated crackdown,
code name Project Hercules.
If things go well, we'll
execute more than 60 warrants
in the next few hours.
How many raids
are we talking about?
I haven't been privileged
with that information.
The role of this squad is
to provide close support
to an operation
in Ville St-Pierre.
We'll rendezvous at the
first parking lot on Ouellette,
north of St-Jacques.
Officers Chartier,
Pouliot, and Brouillard,
you'll follow the
insertion team.
The rest of the squad
will secure the perimeter.
Aw, man.
Any questions?
We're on full radio
silence as of this moment.
That means no
chatter in the cars.
I'm gonna have to
take your phones.
- What?
- What the hell?
It's okay. You'll get them back.
It's protocol, okay? This
is a big goddamn deal.
Let's go, guys.
Your cousin's name
is Cassie Clement.
You've been spending a
lot of time with him lately.
So?
He's got quite the record.
And?
You involved in some
kind of business with him?
He owns a body shop.
I inherited an interest
in it from my father.
What kind of interest?
20%.
There's no record of that.
Yeah. Well, my dad
wasn't big on paperwork.
What interests us is
that there is a record
of your ex-partner
owning that 20%.
I needed something as collateral
to get him into a decent place.
After he got shot.
How come that didn't come
back to you after he died?
I didn't set up the
paperwork. I was preoccupied.
It went back to my
cousin. So what?
I fail to see the
relevance here.
You don't see a
problem in a police officer
being in business
with a known criminal?
It's his inheritance.
There ought to be a paper trail.
Someone put up collateral
to look after a wounded cop.
It wasn't by the book.
That goes nowhere.
There's nothing connecting
my client to anything illegal.
We're not in court here.
Yet.
We're not civilians, Detective.
Stay focused.
This isn't about
19. This is about us.
- Let's do this.
- All right.
Watch out for
each other's backs.
Johnny, you got your gear?
You stay behind
us. Cover the rear.
I'll tell you when to move.
- Okay.
- Yes, sir.
They think they're so
cool, with all their gear.
You all good?
Oh, yeah.
Who's Robert Sizemore?
- Who?
- Robert Sizemore.
Three convictions,
intent to distribute.
Robert Sizemore.
Oh. Uh, Bobby the Snail.
Yeah. Um, he was
a mid-level dealer.
Started out in B&E's.
What's your relationship, then?
He's an informant.
Not numbered.
I'm supposed to put everyone
on the government dime?
Well...
What about... Louis St-Pierre?
What about him?
Well, you do know he's
a convicted sex offender.
Yeah. He's also a
dangerous prick in general.
What... Where are you
coming up with this shit anyway?
You have three of his
numbers in your phone,
including his mother's.
What, you broke into my phone?
Yeah. Got a warrant for that.
It's sealed.
Of course I've got criminals
in my freaking phone.
It's my job.
This is pure fishing, gentlemen.
Who are you assholes anyway?
W-Where'd you come from?
You requested the personnel
file of Paul-Frederick Pique.
Why did you do that?
I'm sorry. I don't
know who that is.
- He was a cop.
- Was?
His car blew up.
He was working undercover.
Why did you request his file?
I didn't.
I've never accessed
anything like that.
And we know you didn't.
You were denied access.
No. Not me.
So, uh, you're saying someone
else has your access code?
No.
Unless you're setting me up.
It changes every
month in 19, doesn't it?
Yeah.
Yeah. I, uh, have to write it
down on a little piece of paper
and leave it in the cup
holder right next to my partner.
What the fuck is going on here?
Look. Someone's setting me up.
We're gonna need you to go
through your notebooks with us.
We had them brought
over from the station.
Cover the left side!
Clear.
Okay.
Clear!
Clear.
Clear!
Clear.
Guys?
They were tipped off.
Fucking 19.
All right. We good, guys?
Let's go, everybody.
Turn it around.
Yeah. Place is clean.
No. They knew we were coming.
Yes, sir.
Hey. I need my phone back.
- You kidding me?
- I got a call to make.
Give me my phone.
We're done here.
Who you need to call so bad?
The guys you tipped
off about the raid?
Oh, yeah? What
about your crew? Huh?
- Go fuck a fireman.
- Who the fuck are you?
- Back off.
- Hey. Hey. Question, guys.
Who were we following the
last time a bust went wrong?
Oh, that's right. Fucking
tactical, that's who.
What a coincidence.
Okay. Everyone off site.
That means you too.
What, you want us to
hand this over to 19?
Project Hercules is taking
it. They want us all out.
So clear the site. Let's go.
Yeah. Hurry it up.
Where the hell are you guys?
What did you do?
Pick up your phone.
Ben?
Babe?
Hello?
Babe?
Ben, open the door.
Come on. I can hear you.
Ben, I...
Hello?
Hi. Yeah.
Come on. I'm outside. Let me in.
Where are you?
I'm outside. Can
you not hear me?
I can hear you.
Amélie, get away from there.
That's not me in the house.
- I'm not home.
- Jesus. Ben, are you with her?
Amélie, get away from there.
Get away from the
house right now.
Go. Go.
I'm going.
What's going on?
Just... Just get away
from there, okay?
I'm gonna come get you.
Okay. Well, fine.
Meet me at my place.
Is anyone following you?
No, nobody's following me.
Do you see anyone right now?
No.
Look, we need to talk,
okay? Just... Just stay close.
Well, Ben, who the
fuck is in your apartment?
Oh, Jesus. Shit.
Hey. Hey.
Turn that off. We need to talk.
What's up?
Um, listen.
You got to clean
up the shop, okay?
Now.
Clean up anything that
could bite you in the ass.
I got you in trouble. I'm sorry.
The fuck are you
talking about now?
My partner.
He's SQ.
What's that in English?
He's Internal
Affairs, all right?
They think I'm dirty, and...
now they're looking at you.
So what, man?
So what? It's all good.
I've been cleaning ever
since that last problem we had.
The shop's clean.
- You sure?
- Come on.
All right.
All right. Good. Um...
I got to sell out. Cut it off.
Cut it off.
Look, I got to
go. Keep it clean.
Yeah?
Somebody just broke
into Ben's apartment,
- and I nearly walked in on it.
- Wait. Wait. Where are you?
I'm at home. Ben's gonna
come and pick me up.
Do you know what
the hell's going on?
All right. Don't
move. I'm on my way.
Y-You got to hear
from me first, okay?
Okay. Well, are you coming...
I'm on my way. Don't move.
Hey, keep it clean.
- Hey. We got to talk.
- Hey.
- Okay? Just...
- Yeah, I know. you said that.
Hey, what the hell... Ben,
what the hell is going on?
There's something I
haven't been telling you.
- Oh, my God. You've got to be...
- No, no, no. No, no. It's not...
It's not that. It's not that.
- You need to not be here.
- She needs to hear it from me.
What do I need to hear?
Could somebody please tell
me what the fuck's going on?
I've been working for the SQ.
I've been investigating Nick.
He's not my
partner. He's a liar.
He's been ratting
on me since day one.
- That's not true.
- No?
Since when, then? Huh?
Since when?!
He only got with
you to get to me.
No. No. Amélie, that's...
No, no. That's not fucking true!
Okay. You need to go now.
- Amélie...
- You need to go.
- Amélie, lis...
- Now.
Go on. Get out of here.
Now.
Now!
- We told you to wait here.
- Oh, yeah?
You tell me why I
should listen to you.
You bring him in
without telling me?
For questioning. That's all.
Shouldn't have affected you.
Well, it did! I'm blown!
A lot of things got blown today.
Oh, yeah? Spit it out.
It's been a shit
day for everyone.
- Fucking raid...
- Yeah, the raid.
So you brought Nick in
so he couldn't leak it, right?
Right?
But it leaked anyway.
Apparently, yes.
So then he's clear.
He's not the mole.
We're re-evaluating.
You're... You're a
piece of work, man.
When we determine what we
want from you, we'll be in touch.
Don't bother. I'm done.
Ben.
I don't trust you.
Oh. The guys in my
apartment... That was you?
What are you doing here?
They really ripped the shit
out of this place, didn't they?
SQ.
They find what they
were looking for?
Yeah.
I want to know what I'm
supposed to have done
to get this level of shit
coming down on me.
I just... I just can't
put that part together.
Well, what did I
fucking tell you?
There's a mole.
Meaning?
Meaning three dead cops,
half a dozen major
payroll robberies,
three organized-crime
cases tanked.
It's one of us. Someone in 19.
Been running controlled
leaks for months.
It's one of us.
Our shift?
Looks like it.
Why me?
Hmm? Why?
They won't tell me.
But you're cleared.
After the raid today... That's
why they pulled you off shift.
No, I'm not fucking cleared.
What's with this computer shit?
What computer? What
are you talking about?
They said I logged on
to some shit that I didn't.
You never log on,
even when I'm driving.
No, 'cause you're good at it.
I have no idea what
they're talking about.
They didn't tell me about this.
For fuck's sake, Chartier!
You admit you're spying on me,
and you can't even say
what makes me the suspect?
Now, you said three dead cops.
Two tactical in the meth house.
The guy in the car that
blew up under the bridge
turned out to be UC.
Didn't even get a cop funeral.
Yeah. Well, neither did Harvey.
God.
Who does he work for? The mole.
- Italians.
- Which Italians?
They don't know. They
keep killing each other.
Or maybe they do know.
I didn't have a choice.
Thought you cut me off.
I know I'm nothing but
trouble for you right now.
So what brings you around?
You know some of
those boys out west?
Run drugs in the
St-Jacques strip there?
- Haitians?
- Yeah.
Mm-hmm. Maybe a little.
What about them?
I want to know what capo
they're piecing off these days.
How the fuck am I
supposed to know?
You're supposed to find out.
Oh. So I'm your stoolie now?
Come on.
Help me out, cuz.
It's personal.
That was a great restaurant.
That was lovely.
- Fantastic.
- Mm-hmm.
Definitely going
back there again.
You know, I can really
see you in real estate.
Thank you.
What about you?
You got a long-term plan?
I've got the next
10 years figured out.
What about after that?
I don't know.
Hey. I'm right here.
Glance over at
me once in a while.
I will.
I need to lighten up, I know.
I love that tattoo.
Where'd you get it done?
A guy from San Francisco.
He was here for
a couple of years.
Yeah. I remember you
showed me some sketches.
His boyfriend was in a band.
Yeah. But I've never
seen it in the flesh.
Is that a hint, Mary Louise?
More of a proposition.
Oh, shit, shit, shit.
Shh.
Oh, my God.
Sir?
Come in.
Close the door.
We have a formal
complaint from tactical
alleging that we have a leak.
Maybe we do.
Maybe they do.
We don't know.
We need to find out.
I'm willing to take point on
it. I can write up a plan and...
It's... It's not necessary.
With all due respect, sir...
It's not appropriate.
You're part of this squad.
Yes, sir.
What are we doing?
Waiting.
We're not in 19.
Nope.
14-3. I just saw it go by.
I'll need backup
to intercept at the...
They're gonna need
a safety warning.
The driver lives there... 4930.
Okay.
Wake me if anyone
comes in or out.
Wake up.
- Mm.
- Wake up.
You recognize him?
No. Who is he?
- The hotel.
- Oh shit.
- With the girl.
- Exactly.
Don't muck this up.
Excuse me, sir. Have
you been in an accident?
I'm sorry?
There's some damage to
the back end of your car.
It needs to get fixed.
- Did you get in an accident?
- No.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Your taillight.
It's pretty severe damage.
Maybe you should step out
and take a better look at it.
Yeah. Of course.
What the hell?
Somebody must have hit me.
Could be vandalism.
Yeah. I strongly urge
you to file a complaint.
We need people to
report these things.
Yeah. You know what? Thank you.
But, uh, I'm late
already, and, uh...
Am I free to go?
Yeah. Yeah. For sure.
We just wanted to help out.
- Thank you.
- Step away from the car.
- Step away.
- Sir, step back.
Why?
What are you doing?
What?
- Want to tell us what this is?
- No. That's bullshit.
- That wasn't in my car.
- I'm afraid it was.
Put your hands on the car, sir.
Put your hands on the car.
Pop the trunk.
I do not give you
permission to search my car.
I'm afraid you
just did, my friend.
- There's a gun back here.
- Fuck. This is bullshit.
Put your hands behind your back.
Playing with guns, huh?
You like playing with guns?
This gun's been used.
Look at all the residue.
How about that?
So what's the game here, boys?
You're wasting my time.
We're just doing our job, sir.
Right.
So who the fuck's
behind this? Huh?
'Cause I'll find out.
Don't think I won't.
How about you just
shut the fuck up?
What are you doing?
Nick.
What needs to be done.
That's right.
What needs to be done.
No one gives a
shit about this guy.
You don't have
to explain yourself.
It's all good.
He's a bad guy.
You got your call.
My lawyer?
No, your girlfriend.
Who do you think?
Yeah.
I'm gonna need some
help from our friend in 19.
Okay.
Our original theory
was that Jean-Pierre
Harvey was the mole.
The job's not
like it used to be.
Nobody trusts us.
Now the most likely
suspect is Nick Barron.
- Cassie Clement.
- They're cousins.
They're in, uh, some
kind of business together.
I took care of your thing.
Our thing.
All you have to do
is make them happy.
- The fuck you doing?
- Aah!
Go. Go, go, go.
I just need to know that
I'm doing the right thing.
You know you are.
This is your father's file.
Where'd you get this?
An old friend at the SQ.
It says my father was a rat.
You think you know someone.
Things are in flux.
What things?
What do you think?
We're going silent for a
while, till the decision is made.
What... What do you mean?
Like a-a decision on Nick?
- An arrest?
- I can't tell you that.
Bullshit. I've cooperated.
I have a right to know.
Our investigation is...
intersecting with a larger one.
We're deciding how to respond.
What does that mean?
That's all I can say.
Just stay close to him.
We'll be in touch.
If you do anything,
I need to know.
- Of course.
- Thank you.
Copy, 19-2.
Okay. New assignments.
Brouillard, you've been
doing too many solos.
I'm putting you with Pouliot.
Someone's got to watch
over him and vice versa.
I am counting on you two
to be a positive influence
on each other, if you
understand what I mean.
Yes, sir, I do.
- I am so sorry for you.
- It's fine.
Thank you.
Have we found a
replacement for Vince yet?
We have not.
Now, if we come up short,
Station 47 has offered
us a duo for support.
Screw 47.
Outremont pussies.
Yeah. Keeping
the parks litter-free.
All right. Pouliot, Brouillard,
lunch will be at 1:00 p.m.
Barron, Chartier,
19-2, lunch at 12:00.
- 28-9. Copy that.
- So you just kicked her out?
I wasn't being fair to her.
But you were
being fair to Amélie?
Showing up at her
house unannounced,
telling her boyfriend
to hit the road?
I'm trying to be, yeah.
Wow.
I always liked the guy.
N-17, we have an
agitated young woman at...
Well, that's good.
Thanks for telling me that.
- That's good. I'm glad.
- It was never gonna work out.
Well, then... then
what are you saying?
She could always do worse.
All right.
Yeah. What's up?
We need to talk about Mom.
- Do we?
- Yeah.
I'm tired of being
your go-between.
About what?
Nick, just talk to her, please.
This about Theo?
Nick, this is exactly
what I don't want to do.
Can you please just...
What... What...
What are you...
The sink just exploded!
- Hold on. Hold on.
- Shit!
- She okay?
- Just take it.
- Hello?
- The sink just exploded.
There's water everywhere.
Um... Uh, there's a...
There's a knob underneath
the sink to turn the water off.
It's got, uh...
It looks like a...
Like a-a fat little
airplane propeller.
I can't hear you. You
have to... A what?!
Airplane propeller.
Do you see it?
I'm looking. I
don't see anything.
- Yeah.
- She ain't gonna find it.
Shit.
Are you in the
bottom-left cupboard?
- Can you just...
- Okay. Okay. Just...
We're... We got
to go by my place.
This is gonna take a bit.
You want to get lunch?
- Squished Chicken?
- Yeah.
Yeah. Rice, though.
Not potatoes.
- You want?
- No.
I'll talk to Mom.
Thank you.
So it's gonna
take a while, then?
No. It's shot. I got
to get a new one.
What?
You're soaking.
We should get you
out of those clothes.
- Are you serious?
- Mm-hmm.
Well, Squished Chicken's what,
five, seven minutes each way?
- Plus ordering.
- Really?
- Minimum.
- Really?
Fourteen minutes?
That's your selling point?
It always worked for
the girls back home.
- Oh, really?
- Really.
- Really?
- Really.
You should really
get those pants off.
You should really
go lock that door.
You're a beautiful woman.
Yo.
Copy, 56.
Here you are.
Sorry. The line was stupid.
No problem. Worth the wait.
You fix the sink?
No. I need a new part.
That's not your problem.
Make the landlord do it.
Like he's gonna fix it.
It's easier if I do it myself.
- Let's go.
- Come on. Don't be a sucker.
He know you're a cop?
He'll fix it.
Shots coming from a car
parked in front of
3124 Bourret Avenue.
You know, I can be a
good fucking partner.
You know that?
Well, so can I.
All right. Knock, knock.
Okay. Who's there?
Police!
Police who?
Then we kick in
the fucking door.
Boom!
That's a pretty good one.
Alleged theft at
strip club, 955 Clark.
Plaintiff and suspect
are on scene.
19-4. We got that.
This is 19-7.
We're half a block away.
We'll back you up on that.
Don't step on my call, J.M.
No intention, 19-4.
I feel this particular
establishment
needs a clear signal
that they're on our radar...
And they should be.
Oh, really? And why is that?
Free lunch buffet
starts in 15 minutes.
Over.
Come on. You don't like free?
Her story is the guy's
been on a binge for two days
and was waiting for her
when she came on shift.
Stripper stalker. Not unusual.
His story is she
lifted 800 bucks
right out of his front pocket.
And he didn't notice?
Says she was rubbing
his dick with the other hand,
so he didn't realize
until he tried to pay her.
He says, she says.
There's a wrinkle.
Her ID's fake.
Database had her prints.
Two busts for prostitution,
and Immigration has her
flagged for an expired visa.
Where's she from?
Wisconsin.
Oh. Refugee?
Ha ha.
- Did you call Immigration?
- Yeah. They're calling me back.
Beatrice?
Oh, my God. Bear.
Uh...
How come we don't
see you anymore?
Hey, Charlotte.
Oh. Who's your friend?
Was gonna ask you
the same question, Bear.
How you doing? I'm J.M.
Keeping the world safe
for pretty ladies like you
one day at a time.
- Hi.
- Okay.
Yeah. Madam.
Yeah.
Speaking.
I don't understand why
you're calling me directly.
Why isn't the union
involved in this?
I most certainly will.
No. I'm afraid that
doesn't work for me. Sorry.
No, why don't I talk to my
lawyer and call you back?
The fuck was that about?
SQ wants me to come in.
Says I have the
right to bring a lawyer.
It's not right.
If I was you, I'd be
all over this roast beef.
'Cause that seafood there is
like the women in this joint...
Look, but do not touch.
I don't mind a bit of grime.
N-19. We have complaints.
A man and two women drunk and
disorderly in Jeanne-Mance Park.
You go ahead and grab that, man.
No. You... You can grab that.
- I don't want it.
- I don't want it either.
I'm your backup. I-I
mean, I was here first.
- I don't need backup.
- Y-Yes, you do.
19-8. We'll take the drunks.
Nice.
Caprice is her work name.
And you know her from?
I had a stripper phase.
A stripper phase.
Huh.
How many strippers
add up to a phase?
Well, think about it.
Who else works our hours?
So what, you dated her?
- Charlotte?
- Yeah.
No. She was just around.
- Okay.
- Seriously.
Okay.
Oh, shit.
What?
I dated her.
Beatrice?
Mary Louise.
Oh, my...
Oh, my God, have I missed you.
What do I need a lawyer for?
You think you could help me out?
With what?
Your friend there. The
guy who got my dad's file.
No. Not... Not likely, man.
- Sorry.
- What are you talking about?
The guy got his
hand on a CI file.
- That's high level.
- He's retired.
Well, who is he?
He's obviously got clearance.
He was my CO for a little
while when I was starting out.
I don't need to know who
it is. I just need you to ask.
I'll ask, then.
I'll ask. I can do that.
- You know something about this?
- No.
Jesus, Nick. I'm
dating your sister.
I know that. The hell
does that have to do...
I can make a call.
I'll make the call.
I can't make any promises.
We've got to go.
I'm buying you dinner.
Yeah. I don't think so.
Bear, I'm in a better place.
- I'm clean.
- Easy to say.
I'm clean.
Just got my real estate license.
Give me a chance.
We had fun together. Remember?
We did.
I just got sick of
this whole scene.
- Yeah. Tell me about it.
- 19-4, 19-7,
you are free to
release Ms. Valentina.
Her lawyer talked
to Immigration.
Get back on the goddamn
road. I know what you're doing.
Dinner.
Come on.
You won't regret it.
President?
Helps with the loan.
I'm buying a fourplex.
- Seriously?
- Yeah. It's the same gig.
Just teasing rich guys out of
money they came to spend.
Instead of a lap
dance, they get a condo.
Is that all they get?
All they get from me.
Are we on?
Bear.
Yeah. What the hell?
What?
17-4. We're on lunch break.
Should be able to manage.
They sure stuck you
with me, didn't they?
Sorry?
I mean, think about it.
You walked off the SQ
and into that seat right there
and nothing could shake you.
How many times have you been
riding a desk since you came on?
And not just the school.
Right from the beginning.
What are you talking about?
You can't call a guy
in a fucking file room
and get a confidential
informant's file.
SQ gave it to you.
No.
- You working for them?
- No.
Better yet, did you ever
stop working for them?
- Nick.
- Come on.
You never quit the SQ.
You've been a
spy since I met you.
- That's not true.
- Bullshit.
That's not true.
What the hell are you doing?
Where are we going?
You make that phone call.
What's his name?
Huh?
It's Girard.
You're a terrible liar.
- No. That's the truth.
- Yeah?
It's the truth that he's
a retired small-town cop
in a file room?
That's the truth?
Stop. Stop. Stop.
You stop right there.
- Are you fucking serious?
- You weren't coming for me?
Not with my gun, I
wasn't. Lower your weapon!
Lower your weapon!
You need to go see the SQ.
Whatever we're doing
out here, this is not smart.
Whatever we're doing here?
What do you think,
I'm having you hit?
Well, then what are we doing?
What are we doing
here right now?
You think I'm dirty.
What's so special about me? Huh?
What's so fucking
special about me?
- What is it? Harvey?
- I don't know.
Bullshit.
- Bullshit.
- I don't know about Harvey.
Then what do you know
about, Ben Chartier?
Huh?
What are you doing with the SQ?
There's a mole!
In 19.
You understand me?
It's gotten cops killed.
- Was my partner one of them?
- Maybe.
And you think I did it?
I don't... I don't know.
You ride with me.
And you don't know?
- What are you, fucking blind?
- It's about your cousin.
They... They say
it's about your cousin.
N-19. We need traffic
control in the Old Port.
What'd he do?
They think he's
your link to the Mob.
They think you're the mole.
We have road blockage.
A unit is required.
Are you?
Are you?
Answer me! Are you?
Highway 10 underpass,
south Carrie-Derick exit.
19-2. We're on it.
N-19.
All patrol cars return
to stations immediately.
All confirm.
19-7. We're a good 20 minutes.
Use your lights.
Get your ass here.
19-2. We're stuck
at a road hazard.
19-2, a replacement unit
is en route from 17.
Do I have to repeat myself here?
Move it.
Copy, Sarge. Five minutes.
19-4. We're
pulling in right now.
Barron.
These guys from SQ are gonna
escort you to your interview.
- I got to see my lawyer first.
- He'll meet you there.
Chartier.
Let's go.
Bootlicking greeners
on your own turf.
Way to represent, Chief.
Hey.
Good luck.
Where's Nick?
I don't know.
Okay, everybody.
Grab a seat, please.
- Detective.
- Thank you, Sergeant.
All right.
This squad has been
tasked with supporting a raid
as part of Project Hercules.
This is Lieutenant Commander
Paree of Tactical Unit 7.
You will be providing
support under his command.
Today's operation is one part of
a major coordinated crackdown,
code name Project Hercules.
If things go well, we'll
execute more than 60 warrants
in the next few hours.
How many raids
are we talking about?
I haven't been privileged
with that information.
The role of this squad is
to provide close support
to an operation
in Ville St-Pierre.
We'll rendezvous at the
first parking lot on Ouellette,
north of St-Jacques.
Officers Chartier,
Pouliot, and Brouillard,
you'll follow the
insertion team.
The rest of the squad
will secure the perimeter.
Aw, man.
Any questions?
We're on full radio
silence as of this moment.
That means no
chatter in the cars.
I'm gonna have to
take your phones.
- What?
- What the hell?
It's okay. You'll get them back.
It's protocol, okay? This
is a big goddamn deal.
Let's go, guys.
Your cousin's name
is Cassie Clement.
You've been spending a
lot of time with him lately.
So?
He's got quite the record.
And?
You involved in some
kind of business with him?
He owns a body shop.
I inherited an interest
in it from my father.
What kind of interest?
20%.
There's no record of that.
Yeah. Well, my dad
wasn't big on paperwork.
What interests us is
that there is a record
of your ex-partner
owning that 20%.
I needed something as collateral
to get him into a decent place.
After he got shot.
How come that didn't come
back to you after he died?
I didn't set up the
paperwork. I was preoccupied.
It went back to my
cousin. So what?
I fail to see the
relevance here.
You don't see a
problem in a police officer
being in business
with a known criminal?
It's his inheritance.
There ought to be a paper trail.
Someone put up collateral
to look after a wounded cop.
It wasn't by the book.
That goes nowhere.
There's nothing connecting
my client to anything illegal.
We're not in court here.
Yet.
We're not civilians, Detective.
Stay focused.
This isn't about
19. This is about us.
- Let's do this.
- All right.
Watch out for
each other's backs.
Johnny, you got your gear?
You stay behind
us. Cover the rear.
I'll tell you when to move.
- Okay.
- Yes, sir.
They think they're so
cool, with all their gear.
You all good?
Oh, yeah.
Who's Robert Sizemore?
- Who?
- Robert Sizemore.
Three convictions,
intent to distribute.
Robert Sizemore.
Oh. Uh, Bobby the Snail.
Yeah. Um, he was
a mid-level dealer.
Started out in B&E's.
What's your relationship, then?
He's an informant.
Not numbered.
I'm supposed to put everyone
on the government dime?
Well...
What about... Louis St-Pierre?
What about him?
Well, you do know he's
a convicted sex offender.
Yeah. He's also a
dangerous prick in general.
What... Where are you
coming up with this shit anyway?
You have three of his
numbers in your phone,
including his mother's.
What, you broke into my phone?
Yeah. Got a warrant for that.
It's sealed.
Of course I've got criminals
in my freaking phone.
It's my job.
This is pure fishing, gentlemen.
Who are you assholes anyway?
W-Where'd you come from?
You requested the personnel
file of Paul-Frederick Pique.
Why did you do that?
I'm sorry. I don't
know who that is.
- He was a cop.
- Was?
His car blew up.
He was working undercover.
Why did you request his file?
I didn't.
I've never accessed
anything like that.
And we know you didn't.
You were denied access.
No. Not me.
So, uh, you're saying someone
else has your access code?
No.
Unless you're setting me up.
It changes every
month in 19, doesn't it?
Yeah.
Yeah. I, uh, have to write it
down on a little piece of paper
and leave it in the cup
holder right next to my partner.
What the fuck is going on here?
Look. Someone's setting me up.
We're gonna need you to go
through your notebooks with us.
We had them brought
over from the station.
Cover the left side!
Clear.
Okay.
Clear!
Clear.
Clear!
Clear.
Guys?
They were tipped off.
Fucking 19.
All right. We good, guys?
Let's go, everybody.
Turn it around.
Yeah. Place is clean.
No. They knew we were coming.
Yes, sir.
Hey. I need my phone back.
- You kidding me?
- I got a call to make.
Give me my phone.
We're done here.
Who you need to call so bad?
The guys you tipped
off about the raid?
Oh, yeah? What
about your crew? Huh?
- Go fuck a fireman.
- Who the fuck are you?
- Back off.
- Hey. Hey. Question, guys.
Who were we following the
last time a bust went wrong?
Oh, that's right. Fucking
tactical, that's who.
What a coincidence.
Okay. Everyone off site.
That means you too.
What, you want us to
hand this over to 19?
Project Hercules is taking
it. They want us all out.
So clear the site. Let's go.
Yeah. Hurry it up.
Where the hell are you guys?
What did you do?
Pick up your phone.
Ben?
Babe?
Hello?
Babe?
Ben, open the door.
Come on. I can hear you.
Ben, I...
Hello?
Hi. Yeah.
Come on. I'm outside. Let me in.
Where are you?
I'm outside. Can
you not hear me?
I can hear you.
Amélie, get away from there.
That's not me in the house.
- I'm not home.
- Jesus. Ben, are you with her?
Amélie, get away from there.
Get away from the
house right now.
Go. Go.
I'm going.
What's going on?
Just... Just get away
from there, okay?
I'm gonna come get you.
Okay. Well, fine.
Meet me at my place.
Is anyone following you?
No, nobody's following me.
Do you see anyone right now?
No.
Look, we need to talk,
okay? Just... Just stay close.
Well, Ben, who the
fuck is in your apartment?
Oh, Jesus. Shit.
Hey. Hey.
Turn that off. We need to talk.
What's up?
Um, listen.
You got to clean
up the shop, okay?
Now.
Clean up anything that
could bite you in the ass.
I got you in trouble. I'm sorry.
The fuck are you
talking about now?
My partner.
He's SQ.
What's that in English?
He's Internal
Affairs, all right?
They think I'm dirty, and...
now they're looking at you.
So what, man?
So what? It's all good.
I've been cleaning ever
since that last problem we had.
The shop's clean.
- You sure?
- Come on.
All right.
All right. Good. Um...
I got to sell out. Cut it off.
Cut it off.
Look, I got to
go. Keep it clean.
Yeah?
Somebody just broke
into Ben's apartment,
- and I nearly walked in on it.
- Wait. Wait. Where are you?
I'm at home. Ben's gonna
come and pick me up.
Do you know what
the hell's going on?
All right. Don't
move. I'm on my way.
Y-You got to hear
from me first, okay?
Okay. Well, are you coming...
I'm on my way. Don't move.
Hey, keep it clean.
- Hey. We got to talk.
- Hey.
- Okay? Just...
- Yeah, I know. you said that.
Hey, what the hell... Ben,
what the hell is going on?
There's something I
haven't been telling you.
- Oh, my God. You've got to be...
- No, no, no. No, no. It's not...
It's not that. It's not that.
- You need to not be here.
- She needs to hear it from me.
What do I need to hear?
Could somebody please tell
me what the fuck's going on?
I've been working for the SQ.
I've been investigating Nick.
He's not my
partner. He's a liar.
He's been ratting
on me since day one.
- That's not true.
- No?
Since when, then? Huh?
Since when?!
He only got with
you to get to me.
No. No. Amélie, that's...
No, no. That's not fucking true!
Okay. You need to go now.
- Amélie...
- You need to go.
- Amélie, lis...
- Now.
Go on. Get out of here.
Now.
Now!
- We told you to wait here.
- Oh, yeah?
You tell me why I
should listen to you.
You bring him in
without telling me?
For questioning. That's all.
Shouldn't have affected you.
Well, it did! I'm blown!
A lot of things got blown today.
Oh, yeah? Spit it out.
It's been a shit
day for everyone.
- Fucking raid...
- Yeah, the raid.
So you brought Nick in
so he couldn't leak it, right?
Right?
But it leaked anyway.
Apparently, yes.
So then he's clear.
He's not the mole.
We're re-evaluating.
You're... You're a
piece of work, man.
When we determine what we
want from you, we'll be in touch.
Don't bother. I'm done.
Ben.
I don't trust you.
Oh. The guys in my
apartment... That was you?
What are you doing here?
They really ripped the shit
out of this place, didn't they?
SQ.
They find what they
were looking for?
Yeah.
I want to know what I'm
supposed to have done
to get this level of shit
coming down on me.
I just... I just can't
put that part together.
Well, what did I
fucking tell you?
There's a mole.
Meaning?
Meaning three dead cops,
half a dozen major
payroll robberies,
three organized-crime
cases tanked.
It's one of us. Someone in 19.
Been running controlled
leaks for months.
It's one of us.
Our shift?
Looks like it.
Why me?
Hmm? Why?
They won't tell me.
But you're cleared.
After the raid today... That's
why they pulled you off shift.
No, I'm not fucking cleared.
What's with this computer shit?
What computer? What
are you talking about?
They said I logged on
to some shit that I didn't.
You never log on,
even when I'm driving.
No, 'cause you're good at it.
I have no idea what
they're talking about.
They didn't tell me about this.
For fuck's sake, Chartier!
You admit you're spying on me,
and you can't even say
what makes me the suspect?
Now, you said three dead cops.
Two tactical in the meth house.
The guy in the car that
blew up under the bridge
turned out to be UC.
Didn't even get a cop funeral.
Yeah. Well, neither did Harvey.
God.
Who does he work for? The mole.
- Italians.
- Which Italians?
They don't know. They
keep killing each other.
Or maybe they do know.
I didn't have a choice.
Thought you cut me off.
I know I'm nothing but
trouble for you right now.
So what brings you around?
You know some of
those boys out west?
Run drugs in the
St-Jacques strip there?
- Haitians?
- Yeah.
Mm-hmm. Maybe a little.
What about them?
I want to know what capo
they're piecing off these days.
How the fuck am I
supposed to know?
You're supposed to find out.
Oh. So I'm your stoolie now?
Come on.
Help me out, cuz.
It's personal.
That was a great restaurant.
That was lovely.
- Fantastic.
- Mm-hmm.
Definitely going
back there again.
You know, I can really
see you in real estate.
Thank you.
What about you?
You got a long-term plan?
I've got the next
10 years figured out.
What about after that?
I don't know.
Hey. I'm right here.
Glance over at
me once in a while.
I will.
I need to lighten up, I know.
I love that tattoo.
Where'd you get it done?
A guy from San Francisco.
He was here for
a couple of years.
Yeah. I remember you
showed me some sketches.
His boyfriend was in a band.
Yeah. But I've never
seen it in the flesh.
Is that a hint, Mary Louise?
More of a proposition.
Oh, shit, shit, shit.
Shh.
Oh, my God.
Sir?
Come in.
Close the door.
We have a formal
complaint from tactical
alleging that we have a leak.
Maybe we do.
Maybe they do.
We don't know.
We need to find out.
I'm willing to take point on
it. I can write up a plan and...
It's... It's not necessary.
With all due respect, sir...
It's not appropriate.
You're part of this squad.
Yes, sir.
What are we doing?
Waiting.
We're not in 19.
Nope.
14-3. I just saw it go by.
I'll need backup
to intercept at the...
They're gonna need
a safety warning.
The driver lives there... 4930.
Okay.
Wake me if anyone
comes in or out.
Wake up.
- Mm.
- Wake up.
You recognize him?
No. Who is he?
- The hotel.
- Oh shit.
- With the girl.
- Exactly.
Don't muck this up.
Excuse me, sir. Have
you been in an accident?
I'm sorry?
There's some damage to
the back end of your car.
It needs to get fixed.
- Did you get in an accident?
- No.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Your taillight.
It's pretty severe damage.
Maybe you should step out
and take a better look at it.
Yeah. Of course.
What the hell?
Somebody must have hit me.
Could be vandalism.
Yeah. I strongly urge
you to file a complaint.
We need people to
report these things.
Yeah. You know what? Thank you.
But, uh, I'm late
already, and, uh...
Am I free to go?
Yeah. Yeah. For sure.
We just wanted to help out.
- Thank you.
- Step away from the car.
- Step away.
- Sir, step back.
Why?
What are you doing?
What?
- Want to tell us what this is?
- No. That's bullshit.
- That wasn't in my car.
- I'm afraid it was.
Put your hands on the car, sir.
Put your hands on the car.
Pop the trunk.
I do not give you
permission to search my car.
I'm afraid you
just did, my friend.
- There's a gun back here.
- Fuck. This is bullshit.
Put your hands behind your back.
Playing with guns, huh?
You like playing with guns?
This gun's been used.
Look at all the residue.
How about that?
So what's the game here, boys?
You're wasting my time.
We're just doing our job, sir.
Right.
So who the fuck's
behind this? Huh?
'Cause I'll find out.
Don't think I won't.
How about you just
shut the fuck up?
What are you doing?
Nick.
What needs to be done.
That's right.
What needs to be done.
No one gives a
shit about this guy.
You don't have
to explain yourself.
It's all good.
He's a bad guy.
You got your call.
My lawyer?
No, your girlfriend.
Who do you think?
Yeah.
I'm gonna need some
help from our friend in 19.
Okay.