19-2 (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 7 - Property Line - full transcript

Previously on "19-2"...

I don't think that's her.

Wait here.

All you have to do
is make them happy.

I love that tattoo.

Is that a hint, Mary Louise?

Oh, shit.

Probably run out of gas
by the time they get here.

Tyler!

No, why don't I talk to my
lawyer and call you back?

The fuck was that about?



What are you doing with the SQ?

There's a mole!

In 19.

Somebody must have hit me.

Could be vandalism.

- There's a gun back here.
- Fuck. This is bullshit.

Put your hands behind your back.

Okay. You need to go now.

- Amélie...
- You need to go.

- Amélie, lis...
- Now.

You got your call.

I'm gonna need some
help from our friend in 19.

What's the story with
Antony Tremblay?

What story?



You happen to see his
taillight's been smashed.

Then you happen to
notice coke in his car.

And then you happen
to find a gun in his trunk.

That's correct.

I had to cut him loose.

- No hits on the gun?
- It's brand new.

Registered to
Tremblay's brother-in-law.

He's coming to get it.

It's barely been used, which
does not match your report.

- May I see that?
- Sure.

You described it as well
used and recently fired.

I thought you were a gun guy.

I'm sorry.

I, uh, must have
gotten carried away.

- What about possession?
- Barely three grams.

Come on. What's going on here?

Nothing. No.

I, um...

I apologize.

I'll, uh, I'll be more
careful next time.

Yeah, you do that.

Dismissed.

- The gun was switched.
- What are you talking about?

The gun that we brought in was
an American-made Beretta 92FS.

Yeah. Isn't that the
one she just showed us?

No. Gun that she showed
us was Italian-made.

It's got a rounder trigger
guard and different markings.

The gun was switched.

After we put it in evidence,
before it went to ballistics.

- Tremblay used the mole.
- Mm-hmm.

Shit.

- Fall in.
- We got to take this to the SQ.

- No.
- This is serious.

We don't have a choice.
We have to take it to the SQ.

No, not yet.

Let's go, guys. Fall in.

- Yes, sir.
- Come on, guys.

- Nick.
- Not yet.

Pouliot, Brouillard, you'll
be riding 19-7, lunch at 12:00.

Hamelin, Joseph, 19-4.

Lunch will be at 12:30.

Barron, Chartier, 19-2.
Lunch will be at 1:00 p.m.

As for your assignments,
today is a very special day.

I will let Detective
Latendresse tell us all about it.

- Detective?
- Thank you.

As you may know,

the city sold a block of
community housing to developers.

Residents were given
notice five months ago.

Today you'll be escorting
the bailiffs around the site

while they give
their final notice.

Tomorrow you'll provide
support for the evictions.

How many evictions?

You'll find out today.
Most tenants will be gone.

Does it at least count as a
day's community service?

- It does not.
- Oh, come on, Sarge.

I mean, what are we doing here?

Are we working for the city or
are we working for developers

kicking people
out of their houses?

Copy, 19-2.

Place your fingers together

and put them on
your belly button.

Now take a nice big breath.

And as you breathe,

you want to think about
breathing down to the baby.

And as you do, your
fingers will come apart.

And breathe in.

And now exhale.

Breathe in.

Exhale.

And contract up and in.

Nathalie Richard?

Yes.

This is your third and final
warning that your lease is up.

The building has been sold
and is scheduled for demolition.

If you do not vacate today,
you will be evicted tomorrow.

I know that.

Thank you.

- See you then.
- Ma'am.

Ma'am.

It would really be
best if you left today.

Ha.

Best for you, you mean.

Well, if you leave it till
the last minute, then...

We'll put your stuff
out on the street.

We don't have a choice.

Really. We... We don't
have a choice here.

You know what?

You two should be the
ones protecting me from this.

Do you have a place to go?

Sure.

Social services has found
me a spot in a family shelter.

They even take newborns.

Lucky me.

Well, I'm sure that we
can help you find a place.

Yeah.

I'm not looking
for help from you.

I have one more
night in my home.

I'd like to spend it in peace.

Thank you.

I hate this fucking job.

H-Hi. Hi.

Um, I need your help.

Can you... Can you...
Can you help me?

- What can we do for you, sir?
- My... It's my wife.

- We, um, we need you.
- Where is she?

- All right.
- All right. All right.

Thank you.

TV.

Honey.

Ma'am, do you need an ambulance?

No. No, no, no.

It's the TV. It's not working.

Sir, I thought you
said it was your wife.

Look. I need to pack.

She gets upset.

Since the stroke, the
TV keeps her calm.

- TV.
- No. It's okay.

Lena. Lena, it's okay.

It's okay. It's gonna be fine.

Can you... Can you
look at it, please?

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

We'll get your TV back.

Are you folks set
up to go somewhere?

Everyone's going
to the shelters.

It's okay.

You're gonna have to pack up.
You can't stay here tomorrow.

I understand that.

Can you fix it?!

- Calm down.
- It's just a loose wire.

- I'm not going anywhere.
- There you have it.

I'm not...

See? See?

It's all okay.

It's okay, honey. I'm
not going anywhere.

Sir, this isn't right.

As I was saying, you are gonna
have to pack everything up,

otherwise you're
gonna lose it all.

No.

No. No, we're not.

It's all... It's all okay.

Police.

Police.

It's empty.

Yeah. Looks like it.

Oh, shit.

Junkies.

Junkies. Like cockroaches.

Where there's one...

19-7. We need backup.

Police.

All right. On your feet.

Come on. Let's go.

And what do we have here?

Tampons.

Lipstick.

Condoms.

Oh. And a little bit of smack.

The modern woman's essentials.

You keep a little pick-me-up
in your purse, do you?

Oh, yeah.

A picture of you
from high school.

I pull it out when I feel blue,

and then right away I feel
so much better about myself.

Line them up outside.

We'll take them
in for possession.

- Yes, ma'am.
- All right.

That's it, guys. Get up.

- You heard her. Get up!
- Wake up.

- That's right.
- Come on. Come on. Come on.

Be quick about it, man.

- On your feet.
- Won't be around all day.

You can sleep when
you're in the jail.

Let's go.

Against the wall
when you get outside.

Shit.

Shit.

Come on.

God.

Come on! Shoot!
What are you doing?

You're right in
front of the net!

Anything else we
can do for you, sir?

Uh... I can't leave Lena and...

That's all right. We'll
take care of the TV.

Oh, boy.

If there's one
thing I can't stand,

it's criminalizing the public.

No one's criminalizing anyone.

I bet you'd feel
different if it was you.

- I got it!
- Next!

Hurry up, guys!

Go get it. Come on!

Why don't you kids go play
something more productive?

Like basketball.

Oh!

Yeah!

That kid remind you of you?

Not even close.

So you ever see
that stripper again?

Yeah.

How'd it go?

Three years you've
been my partner.

This is the first time you show
any interest in my love life.

What can I say?

Maybe these damn meetings
are finally getting me to open up.

This is opening up?

Well, it is in a way,
'cause, you know...

I lost a couple since
I've been off the sauce,

and I was wondering
if, you know...

I could set you
up with a stripper?

Hook a brother up, you know?

Don't be like that.
You're not J.M.

It's good enough for you.

What?

You don't know
where it's gonna go.

I am gonna see her again.

Good. Good. Face
those fears, girl.

That's how you do it.

- Hey!
- Hey!

What are you,
stupid? Stop running!

Little shit.

Hey!

Stop running!

Hey!

What the fuck you...

Watch it. Watch it. You okay?

Fuck!

Little shit.

- Oh, fuck.
- Stop!

Ow!

Give me your hands.

Trying to run from the big dog?

Let me go.

What's going on?

You know this piece of shit?

Never seen him before.

It's okay, sir.

You can step back inside.

Let's go.

What you running for? Huh?

What you running for?

Come on. It's private.

Shit.

This is nice work.

All right. It's Alpha 2-6-7,
Bravo 8, Delta 9-9-4.

The gun's been logged in to
evidence just after 1:00 p.m.

The SQ could access this.

Would they show it to us?

Hey, guys. What are
you still doing in uniform?

Oh, genius here
erased our paperwork.

And you got him to
touch the computer?

Hey. Easy.

- Don't work too hard.
- Well see you soon.

All right.

Okay.

So...

Okay.

So there's the gun being
dropped into evidence.

- So we know it went in.
- Mm-hmm.

- What happened?
- The cam...

- The camera's on motion sensor.
- That's right.

It only switches on
when something moves.

Then the next
action's at 2:10 p.m.

- The gun's still there.
- Mm-hmm.

Then again at 7:00 p.m.

What the fuck?

What? It's still there.

It moved.

Go back.

Look at this.

That way. That way.

You're right. It's been moved.

Not moved. It's been switched.

Right there in lockup.

How come the camera
didn't turn on and catch it?

Whoever switched the
gun must've turned it off.

Shit.

This is over our heads, man.

This is way over our heads.

Yeah.

Okay.

Sorry.

Absolutely not.

I need to see
the girl, all right?

She was with this guy
when we found her.

Nick, not in a million
years. You're fishing.

I'm not... I'm not fishing.

You don't even know
who you're looking for.

You're hoping she can tell you?

We need to know. It's important.

Then you should've asked
her when you rescued her.

- You know how this works.
- Jesus, Amélie.

This is a special
situation. I need your help.

Well, she's not doing well,

and I'm not gonna let you
open that up for her again.

Go talk to a judge.

Hard no.

- Well, we got to go to the SQ.
- No.

Well, it's not up to
you, man. I'm sorry.

No, we're not going to the
SQ. They're setting me up.

There's something fucking wrong

with what they're
saying about me.

We got a good lead here.

I know.

So what, you got a better idea?

Don't worry. I'll... I'll
think of something.

Just give me a little time.

I don't trust them.

I hate this. I hate
everything about it.

Do we work for developers
now? Is that what we do?

Walk in, kick people
out of their homes,

knock their doors in?

It's bullshit. It's spit duty.

Brouillard.

- Hey. Zip it.
- It's spit duty, Sarge.

Okay, guys. It's time
to move them out.

Now, we are expecting
media presence today,

so I want to take
things slow and easy.

Oh, that's great. Awesome.

Drag it out. Good.

- When are we doing the big one?
- After we've cleared these.

Any questions?

Okay! Let's go.

Let's move it.

Come on, guys. Let's
go, let's go, let's go.

J.M., get it together, please.

You can't work
with them like that.

Nathalie Richard, you are hereby
evicted from these premises.

I refuse to cooperate.

Really? Is that
good for your baby?

You know what would
be good for my baby?

Not being homeless.

Officers.

Ma'am.

This is my home.

I've never been
late with my rent.

You have no right
to kick me out.

The building is condemned.

The building is fine.

The only reason you're here

is so some developer can
get rich stealing my home.

You want me out,

you're gonna have to drag
me out kicking and screaming.

All right. Have it your way.

No.

No! No!

Ow! Don't touch me!

- No! Leave me alone!
- Calm down. Hey. Hey.

- Calm down.
- Leave me alone!

- Why are you doing this?!
- Calm down.

Fuck you! This is my home!

Let me go! Now!

- Calm down.
- No! Let me go!

The last thing you want
is for us to drop you.

- Let go of the wall.
- Let go of the wall, ma'am.

- Let go...
- No!

- Just go. One step.
- No! No!

- Calm down.
- No!

Ma'am, I don't want to drop you.

Leave me alone!

Stop!

Oh, no!

- No!
- Ma'am, let go of the wall.

- No!
- Let go of the wall.

Come on.

Don't make this any harder
than it has to be, okay?

Ow!

Hey!

No!

You're hurting me!

No!

No! You're hurting me!

I wasn't doing anything!

I'm sorry, ma'am.
That's not gonna work.

I just want to be left alone!

Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!

I'm putting her down.
I'm gonna put her down.

Okay. I'm putting
you down. Okay.

- Hold on to me, okay?
- Oh, my fucking God.

Put your arm around me.
Put your arm around me.

Oh, Christ. No, no, no.
Take me back inside.

Please!

- Just rest right here, okay?
- Hey, talk to me. What's wrong?

Fucking in labor.

Shit.

All right. Just
stay calm. Breathe.

19-2. We need an ambulance
to 1204 Rue Fortune.

- We have a woman in labor.
- Breathe. Look at me.

You're gonna be fine.

We're gonna get
you to the hospital.

- The ambulance is on its way.
- No!

I want to go to my
aunt's. She's a midwife.

- Okay. Okay.
- All right.

Why are you doing this?

You could've just left.
Why didn't you just leave?

My mother was
born on this street.

S-Someone has to acknowledge
what's happening here.

It's gonna be fine, all right?

Jonah saw him looking
through our windows,

and then he went over there.

He's still there.

I got it.

And, uh, did you see him
do anything else at all?

Not that we know about.

Hey, buddy. Come
on. Get out of there.

- Nice place you got there.
- Thanks.

All right. We'll take
care of this, okay?

- Play nice, now.
- Yeah, yeah.

Come on. Let's
go. Get out of there.

Leave me alone. I'm sleeping.

You need to come
out of there, sir.

Go fuck yourself.

Go fuck myself?

Yeah.

Hey! Listen.

Get your drunk ass up
and get your ass out of here

and don't make me
get physical with you.

No!

- I told you I didn't want...
- Don't touch me!

- You stink!
- Yeah! Don't touch me!

- Hey! Aah!
- I hate everything about...

Whoa! Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Bees! Aah! Bees!

Don't move, J.M.!
You got to stand still!

Oh, shit.

- Help me!
- Can I come in?

- Jonah is allergic to bees.
- But they're wasps.

I can't take that risk.

Shit. Don't come
near me, you idiot!

Aah! Aah!

Isn't this a place we
cleared yesterday?

Good.

- Hey!
- Hey!

Stop! Stop right
there. Stop! Stop!

Hands behind your head.

Stand up.

Stand up. Hands
behind your back.

Shit.

Looks like we got
another junkie in here.

19-2. We have a dead
body. Female, overdose.

Hold the scene.

Where's the drugs?

Her friends took them.

Everybody knows it's only
the good shit that kills you.

32-6. On our way.

- Stupid bees.
- Wasps.

Whatever.

I hate those little suckers.

How many did you get?

One.

One?

It's your cologne.

Justine makes me wear it.

I hate it.

It stinks.

Actually, it's 'cause you
panicked like a little boy.

You know what?

You face down a wall of bees.

Wasps. And yes, I just did.

Yeah.

One wasp.

Look at me.

It's not funny.

I'm sorry. I think
you need mine too.

Look like I just hit puberty.

I'm sorry.

Okay.

Okay what?

We got to go to the SQ.

Yeah. Hey. It's me.

Um, we got to talk.

Just ask her.

Well, ask her again.

I'll call you back.

Well, well, well.

What's this about?

We've connected
someone to the mole directly.

His name's Antony Tremblay.

We picked him up
a couple days ago.

Wait. You did what?

We found a gun in his trunk.
It was pretty heavily used.

We put it into evidence.

The mole went into
evidence and switched it out.

What about the cameras?

They don't show anything.
Sensor didn't go off.

We'll look into it.

What are you doing
here, patrolman?

Making your damn
case, apparently.

You do understand that
we have some major issues

that you have not
answered, right?

This is when they
start making shit up.

Antony Tremblay.

Antony. No "H."

Yeah. We'll follow up.

Yeah. Do that.

Those assholes
are gunning for me.

- Well, what have they got?
- I told you... I don't know.

They say I tried to run
some cop who got killed.

It's bullshit. I'd never
even heard of the guy.

I don't know what
to tell you, man.

- I'm the fall guy.
- Well, look.

If they put surveillance
on Tremblay,

they're gonna find the mole.

I believe that.

Yeah. Yeah. Sure, they will.

So what are we looking at?

Someone I'm interested in.

The Italian guy?

He works for them.

What's this about, anyway?

You don't want to know.

I'm a curious guy.

Looks like he's going to bed.

I don't think so.

Ah.

All right. I'm going inside.

If he comes back, you get out,

set the car alarm
off, and walk away.

Yeah, right. In Outremont?

Nothing's gonna happen.
There's no crime here.

So what are you doing
inside this guy's house, then?

No crime on the street.

So wait here.

To hell with that. I'm coming.

Hey, who is this guy?

I think he's a pimp.

I ran into him with a kid once.

No shit?

Yeah, no shit.

Hey, hey.

I got something.

- What?
- USB key.

It was stuck under a drawer.

Oh, nice.

Good work.

I'm guessing this is
the pass code, too.

Okay.

So K-R-V-6-F-5-V-R-P-3.

Oh, shit.

I don't want to look at this.

Aw, fuck. Nick.

Okay. That's enough.

You already know
what's on there, man.

128 gigs of this shit.

And he's gonna walk.

Fuck that.

Put it back. Frame up a warrant.

I can't. I got nothing.

He's connected high up.

He'll walk.

That's not right.

Aah! Fuck!

Hey. Hey.

Recognize me? Huh?

You recognize me,
you piece of shit?

Huh? Yeah?

Good.

So you know I'm not
exactly on the job, then, right?

Meaning you're fucked.

You do understand that, right?

You see...

the only way that you're
gonna get out of here intact...

is if you give me
the name I want.

Otherwise I will be the
last thing that you ever see.

Believe it.

I know what you are.

And I don't give a damn
how good your lawyers are

or who your connection
on the force is.

You're fucked.

That was funny?

Hmm?

You don't give up
your friend in 19...

then I'll give you to him.

My friend here, he's
got a thing about kids.

All right.

I'm gonna give you
one free chance.

Then we're gonna go play
with your face on the gas stove.

How's that sound?

Hmm?

Are my terms acceptable to you?

Good.

One chance.

Aah!

You want a name?

Isabelle Latendresse.

What'd you say?

What the fuck did
you say to me? Huh?

Are you saying she's the mole?

- Huh?
- No. She's your ex.

Audrey Pouliot.
She's your girlfriend.

Amélie de Grace, your sister,

currently dating Ben
Chartier, your partner.

Yeah. I got all
kinds of names, man.

You think you can threaten us?

You want another name?

Cassie Clement.

You set me up once already.

Now I know everything
about you, Officer Barron.

I know where you live,
where you work out,

where you eat, where you drink.

You fuckers think
you're in charge here?

Let me tell you how
things are gonna play out...

What the fuck did you do?

He knew my fucking name.

I'm not taking a
bullet for nobody.

Not even you, cuz.

- Oh, fuck.
- Come on, buddy.

Oh, fuck.

You got me into
this fucking mess.

I'm getting us out of it.

Oh, fuck.

Give me the flash drive.

No. This is fucked.
This is fucked.

Give me the fucking flash drive!

Yo, he gave us no choice,
man. It was either him or us.

That's the way it
was going down.

You're late.

Doesn't look like there's
much to be late for.

Where is everyone?

Bear and Tyler are around back.

J.M. and Audrey
are up the block.

And we're here because?

Want to make sure no one
moves back in overnight.

We're security guards.

Got to make sure
people don't get back in.

You getting sick or something?

You look like shit.

I didn't get much sleep.

- Look at this.
- What the fuck?!

Fucking street.

Looks like a knife.

Who is it?!

We got a woman with a knife...

Ma'am?

Ma'am, drop the knife.

- You with 'em?! Huh?
- Ma'am, drop the knife.

Hey! Drop it!

- The new condos.
- Drop it!

Stop!

- Drop the knife!
- Hands up, you motherfucker!

- Calm down. Calm down, ma'am.
- Put the knife down.

Drop the knife. Hey!
Let me help you.

Calm down. Look at me.

- Calm down.
- Hey, hey, hey! Hey!

- Ma'am, let us help you.
- You want some?

Back up. Back up.

- Fuck you!
- Back up!

Back up!

- Step back!
- Fuck you, you fucking pig!

Drop the knife!

- Hey, drop it! Drop it!
- Fucking pig!

- Ma'am, look at me. Look at me.
- Who is that?!

- Let me help you.
- Fuck you, you fucking pig!

Drop it! Put it down, ma'am!

Let me help you.
Stay on me. Stop. Stop.

Put down the knife.

Ma'am, drop... Easy.

- Put it down, ma'am!
- Get the knife, Tyler!

Tyler? You see the knife?

Where's the weapon?
Where's the weapon?

Ma'am?

Ma'am, can you hear me?

Oh, Christ.

- Oh, Christ.
- Oh, shit.

Oh, Christ.

19-2. We have a
civilian casualty.

There's no pulse.

Copy, 19-2.

It was an accident.

Wasn't your fault.

I mean, she could've
hurt someone, right?

Is everybody else okay?

Everybody's okay?
Everybody's good?

- Yeah.
- Yeah. Yeah, we're good.

We're all okay.

You good, man?

I'm good.

I'm good.

Valerie Favreau's
death was a tragedy,

but the officer in
question was under threat,

and we believe his
actions were justified.

Now, I'm afraid I can't
comment any further

due to the ongoing
investigation.

Thank you.

That's all for now,
folks. Thank you.

Could've been a bigger turnout.

And that's a bad thing?

It's an excellent thing.

Sorry that you had to do this
whole dog-and-pony show,

but you do it well.

Thank you.

- It's a tough situation.
- Well, we should talk.

Possible ramifications,
public relations...

You'll be handling that.

Okay.

Uh, do you want to,
uh, grab a bite to eat?

You got some time now?

Yeah. Sure.

Well, I'll see you out front.

Okay.

Now, I'm afraid I can't
comment any further

due to the ongoing
investigation.

Thank you. Thank you.

Man, I don't even know why
they're having an investigation

in the first place.

They need to cover their asses.

Brass. It's just for show.

You're gonna come
out just fine, Tyler.

- Oh, I'm not worried.
- You shouldn't be, man.

You didn't have a choice
there. What are you gonna do?

You've got a woman swinging
a knife at police officers.

Yeah. This is one of those
freak accident things. Whatever.

I've never heard
of anything like it.

You were just doing your
job. That's all there is to it.

Right.

We all were.

I'm good.

I'm good.

Yeah, but seriously, what
the fuck was he thinking?

Jesus. He was
trying to save her.

Yeah, but it's just
like the van shit.

One of these days he's
gonna run off a building.

Shut the fuck up,
man. It was an accident.

Yeah? You think so?

Think you'd have my back

if I pulled some
hero stunt like that?

- Shut up!
- Be nice to know.

Fuck you.

Are you okay?

I don't want to agree with J.M.

Then don't.

You going to Marie's tonight?

I got a date.

Tyler will be there.

Maybe after.

Why a phoenix?

It fits.

The yin to your dragon's yang.

That's right.

Well, it really is beautiful.

Yeah. I'm not sure.

Do you need a few
minutes to think about it?

I might.

All right. Take your time.

- I'll be right back.
- Thanks.

What are you talking about?

You said this guy's a genius.

Yeah. He's big in Thailand.

He does all his color
packing by hand.

Meaning what?

Meaning it hurts...
but it's worth it.

Ah, beauty is pain.

My mother used to say that
when she brushed my hair.

Yeah. I'm just not ready yet.

You said the guy's got
to go back to Thailand.

Yeah, next month.

Maybe I'll go there.

Sure you will.

I might.

Anyway, I'm not
having this done today.

They really are beautiful.

Maybe you should get one.

Maybe I will.

It'd be good for business.

Oh, yeah? Business?

You know, sometimes I wish
you always wore your uniform.

Yeah? Why is that?

Because you have no
balls when you're out of it.

Whatever.

Yeah?

So?

What do you got?

Tell him.

Antony Tremblay was found
dead at his place this afternoon.

It was staged to
look like a suicide.

But it wasn't, and you never
should've fucking picked him up.

Tipped your hand.

Now whoever runs him
made sure he couldn't talk.

So now we are back
to square fucking one.

All that fucking work.

Nice job, Chartier.

Dismissed.

Hey, partner.

How you holding up?

I've had better days.

You should go home.

Yeah.

You're probably right.

One game?

Sure.

Can somebody get my
partner a beer, please,

while she racks it up?

- Coming up.
- Thanks, Marie.

You know you're about
to get your ass beat.

Someone killed Tremblay.

We shouldn't have picked him up.

You don't know what happened.

A guy like that,
anyone could've done it.

No.

No, we fucked up.