19-2 (2014–…): Season 4, Episode 1 - Swimming - full transcript
Nick and Ben seek justice for the death of Amelie, but their actions lead to unintended consequences.
Previously on "19-2"...
Your cousin pissed some
people off pretty badly.
NICK: Did you see
him? The guy who did it?
Yeah.
I'll do whatever you want,
be a witness, whatever!
I promise.
- Elise Roberge.
- Nick. Ma'am.
She's an eyewitness
to Lucas Ciarelli
personally torturing
a man to death.
She's worried about her uncle.
She wants me to reach out.
- Elise...
- No, you can't.
I'm keeping her off the books.
She's safe here.
Don't fuck with that.
- Okay, well, she's got an uncle.
- If he didn't get custody,
there's a reason.
You're the, uh,
new social worker?
- Amélie de Grace.
- Frank Ferney.
A while ago.
Yeah, I'm just finishing
off my parole this month.
Then I'm on the straight
and narrow, 100%.
You're a good
boyfriend, Ben Chartier.
Oh, no! No!
I love you.
Don't you dare.
I'm sorry.
For the rest of your life.
- Fucker!
- [Screaming]
- AUDREY: You fucking...
- J.M.: Audrey!
So what, I'm just
hung out to dry?
- Is that what this...
- Absolutely not.
You have the
department's full support.
ISABELLE: If
the officer is found
to have shown
willful misconduct,
her contract with the Montreal
police will be terminated.
[Sighs]
Fuck you! I know
what you did to Ferney.
- NICK: I didn't do shit.
- Set him off like a lit fuse
- aimed right at your sister.
- [Punch lands]
[Crying] Let go of me!
[Shouting indistinctly]
ELISE: Martine! I'm sorry.
I know you don't
believe me, but I am.
[Screaming]
[Water splashes]
So, we're good?
We're good.
Your girlfriend's mobbed up.
What?
She tried to kill me.
He was there to watch.
Lucas Ciarelli.
We need help.
I want her, Nick.
[Sighs] Me too.
[Water splashing]
- ELISE: [Moaning]
- NICK: [Grunting]
ELISE: [Moaning]
[Moaning]
[Both sigh]
ELISE: [Breathing heavily]
I love you.
I love you.
[Cellphone vibrates]
Sorry.
[Door opens]
I have to leave
early in the morning.
- What?
- Uh, nothing.
It's just a little
snafu with a C.I.
Come to bed.
She's leaving now. She
had a new phone again.
ISABELLE: Did you get into it?
No. I just saw it now.
Do it as soon as you can.
NICK: No shit.
She in there?
She left early.
Something about a C.I.
BEN: When are
they moving on her?
No idea.
What are they waiting for?
They should've done it by now.
They're not telling me shit.
You know how this stuff works.
No. I don't.
- Neither do you.
- [Engine starts]
Not taking the Champlain?
No, it's closed for the weekend.
Better to take the
Jacques Cartier.
Of course it is.
The human GPS.
Why did Theo go to Bishop's?
Always struck me as a city kid.
It's where he got in.
[Cellphone rings]
- What's up?
- You need to come in.
- NICK: Why? What's going on?
- She ran.
- What?
- ISABELLE: Just come in. Now.
Elise took off.
[Tires screeching]
Jesus, how could you lose her?
- She's a pro, Nick.
- Why'd she run? Why now?
Judge signed off on her
arrest warrant last night.
She was tipped.
Jesus Christ, Izzy.
We think it was the
court clerk's office.
Anyway, she's gone.
BOUCHARD: I don't care if
you got 5 or 10 people on it.
I'll call you back.
What's he doing here?
NICK: He was with me
when I found out you blew it.
- [Door closes]
- How'd you let her slip?
We thought you
had her under wraps.
Are you sure he didn't
know about the warrants?
- Maybe he let it slip.
- You're out of line, Detective.
- PILCHER: Jim.
- Nick's done good work on this.
Sorry. You said
"warrants"? How many?
- It wasn't just her, was it?
- Nine others.
Four cops, five crooks.
They're going down now.
Roberge was the
only one that blew.
Un-fucking-believable.
Nice work.
- ISABELLE: We'll find her, Nick.
- You better.
BOUCHARD: Either
way, you're done.
Thanks for your hard work.
Let's go.
Hey.
Half of those warrants wouldn't
have happened without you.
Just get her.
[Door closes]
Elise.
Thank you.
Where am I going?
We have a place near Whistler.
ELISE: For how long?
Probably a long time.
When is the plane coming?
CIARELLI: Soon.
Why'd you help me?
Thought I'd testify?
No.
I owe you.
ELISE: For what?
Which one, Lucas?
For the girl.
[Sighs]
[Grunts]
There's no plane.
[Water splashes]
[Breathes deeply]
[Breathes deeply]
[Police radio chatter]
[Gasping]
NICK: Don't wanna think
I did this shit for nothing.
You didn't.
[Sighs]
At least I don't have
to fuck her anymore.
[Cellphone rings]
Yeah.
What?
They got her.
She was with Ciarelli.
Well, did they get him, too?
She killed him.
She's getting charged for it.
BEN: [Sighs]
Maybe there's
some justice after all.
[Bottles clink]
NICK: Maybe there is.
[Siren wailing]
WOMAN: Copy, 19-2.
- SUAREZ: Brouillard.
- J.M.: Oh. Don't touch me.
- What?
- You sleeping here?
I had a long shift and had
a nap before I went home.
What's your problem?
You got off shift
nine hours ago.
- You're back on in 40.
- [Sighs]
Well, I told you I was tired.
I gotta... [Grunts]
Hey, man.
- Big T.
- TYLER: Chartier.
- How you doing?
- Another day, another dog.
Good man.
[Laughs] 'Sup?
[Woman speaking
indistinctly on P.A.]
- What?
- [Laughter]
My shower's broken at home.
[Indistinct conversations]
You buying that?
If it was the truth,
he'd lie about it.
[Laughs] Good.
A reminder about gas quotas.
I dunno where you guys
are driving to, but cut it out.
And on that front, we
have a roster adjustment.
Commander has decided to
assign a new solo foot patrol,
one shift in six.
That's instead of bike duty?
That's in addition to.
Barron, you're up first.
Here's your route map.
- I'll go with him.
- SUAREZ: Uh, solo.
Commander said solo.
You'll ride with
Pouliot. Lunch at 2:00.
Hamelin, you're with
Brouillard. Lunch at 6:00.
The rest of you,
same as yesterday.
Watch your backs
out there, please.
Welcome to the next stage
of the green regime, boys.
Hey, don't laugh.
Gendron's getting
copied all over the city.
J.M.: Is that true?
That's excellent.
That's wonderful
news. For everyone.
[Woman speaking
indistinctly on P.A.]
[Indistinct conversations]
Joseph.
- Brouillard.
- Commander.
OFFICER: 14-7.
We're almost there.
You can put that seat up.
Yeah, like half an inch.
No, maybe an inch.
It's okay. I'm used to it.
I should've gotten
my seat thing.
I have a...
I have a seat thing.
You don't have to drive.
No, it's okay. I like to.
Bear always
wants to drive, so...
Yeah, Nick, too.
[Chuckles] I bet.
What do you wanna do for lunch?
Hmm...
Schwartz's.
'Cause they have a new
dumpling place under PVM.
It's, like, six minutes from 19.
- Dumplings?
- AUDREY: Yeah.
Like, big ones.
They got soup in them.
I'll try anything once.
AUDREY: Sweet.
How come you never
put in again, Bear?
You know, for sergeant.
Maybe I did.
No, you didn't. [Chuckles]
You wanna know
what your thing is?
You wanna be liked.
You wanna be
friends with everybody.
- Really?
- Yep.
Is that my problem,
J.M.? I wanna be friends?
- Yeah.
- [Laughs]
I mean, not with me.
But, yeah, that's
your problem, Bear...
as you put it.
Well, it's not something you'll
ever have to worry about, is it?
[Chuckles] No, you're right.
I don't worry about it.
But you do.
Hey, there!
- Hey, how's it going?
- Hey.
Hey, listen. I got a problem
with my downstairs neighbor.
The guy's ripping
his whole place up.
Him and his jackass
cousin start banging
at 6:00 in the goddamn morning.
You're gonna want to
contact the city about that.
Guy's got no permit, nothing.
He's got live wires
all over the place.
I wake up every morning
expecting to be
dead from a fire.
Come by the station.
We'll give you a number.
Look, you can see
right through the window.
I'll show you. Won't
take five minutes.
Just past the light,
sir. Come on, man!
All right, okay. Where is it?
- Down here?
- Where's your ride?
- Foot patrol.
- Just you?
- Just me.
- [Explosion]
[Screaming, glass shattering]
[Horn honking]
Barron in 19. I got an explosion
on Parc, 1200 block. East side.
- [Glass shattering]
- Out! Everybody out!
- Let's go!
- [Alarm blaring]
[Man groaning]
- DISPATCHER: Copy, Barron.
- MAN: Help!
I got wounded! Blast
is at a restaurant.
I need fire and
ambulance here, stat!
Let's go, move! Everybody out!
Place is called Chez Gautier.
I don't smell gas.
I'm heading inside.
- [Screaming]
- Everybody out of the building!
Let's move! Come on! Let's go!
MAN: Help me!
I'm in here.
The blast is in the
middle of the room.
SUAREZ: Barron,
do you smell gas?
[Indistinct shouting, coughing]
It's a bomb.
Blast went off under a table.
It's not gas.
DISPATCHER: We have
a code 1 event. All units.
Repeat... We have
a code 1 event.
Come on! Come on!
Come on, go! Fuck!
[Indistinct shouting,
woman wailing]
NICK: Jesus Christ.
I need backup here.
Goddamn it.
SUAREZ: I need
units to seal the area:
Jeanne-Mance, Sherbrooke,
Hutchison, and Prince Arthur.
- We're too far.
- SUAREZ: Box it off.
- [Moans]
- SUAREZ: Officer Barron,
how many wounded?
MAN: I'm back here!
Please, somebody!
- SUAREZ: Barron?
- [Moaning]
- SUAREZ: Nick, do you copy?
- Just hold on!
Just hold on. I got you.
- I got seven wounded at least.
- SUAREZ: How many dead?
MAN: Barry!
- Two.
- MAN: Barry, where are you?!
I see two.
SUAREZ: Nick, look
carefully and get back to me.
NICK: [Sighs]
[Sirens wailing, moaning]
I got a woman here
with half her arm off.
I got a waiter with
his leg chopped up.
I got two ladies with
their legs messed up, too.
And one of them in
the back and the arm.
[Breathing heavily]
- WOMAN: [Screams]
- Hey, hey.
[Police radio chatter,
indistinct shouting]
[Siren wailing]
This is it.
This is fucking terrorists.
- This is happening.
- MAN: Right here.
- This way, this way.
- TYLER: All right, everybody,
- back up, please!
- All of you, back away now!
TYLER: Kid, I got
this, kid. Go inside.
Ma'am, please back
away. Back up, back up!
All right, now.
Dulac, with me.
J.M.: Let's go, rook.
Keep your shit
together, rook. Let's go.
Nick?! Nick!
- NICK: Over here!
- [Woman moans]
- MAN: Over here!
- BEATRICE: Sir. Sir.
I'm gonna need you
to sit down. I got him.
Okay, so, did anybody
here see what happened?
I saw a car. It drove away.
TYLER: When did
that happen, ma'am?
Right after.
The bomb went off,
and the car drove away,
but, like, really slowly.
I mean, that's weird, right?
Okay. Can you
describe the vehicle?
DISPATCHER:
This is top priority.
Bombing suspect is
driving a gray hatchback.
OFFICER: 19-3. I
got a gray hatchback
turning into an alley
just north of Rosemont.
BEN: 19-2. We're north of
Rosemont, moving to intercept.
OFFICER: He's flooring
it. Turning onto D'lberville.
19-2. We're coming
out onto Rosemont now.
Right here. Go right here.
DISPATCHER: Units needed
to block the intersections
on D'lberville and Masson
and De Lorimier and Rosemont.
- Let's lock this down.
- Okay, 19-2.
We're approaching
D'lberville now.
Come on. Come on. Audrey,
you have to drive here.
Yeah, I'm going, Ben.
19-85. I'm on-site.
DISPATCHER: Copy,
Sergeant. Take over channel 6.
Copy that.
OFFICER: Got him.
He just blew by me
heading north on De Lorimier.
- AUDREY: Got him!
- There.
- [Siren wailing]
- 19-2.
We've got a visual
on the suspect.
He's heading north
on De Lorimier.
Audrey, you're
going to lose him.
Go, go, go.
It's a gray hatchback. A
two-door. Maybe a 2010.
Go, Audrey! Audrey, fucking go!
- Fuck. Stop, stop, stop, stop.
- Fuck.
- Stop.
- [Breathing heavily]
19-2. We've hit something.
We're ceasing pursuit.
The gray hatchback is
heading north on De Lorimier.
SUAREZ: We have
De Lorimier blocked.
Fuck me.
OFFICER: We're stuck on
Papineau. E.T.A. three minutes.
SUAREZ: Goddamn
it, do not lose this guy!
19-2. We've hit a pedestrian.
We're gonna need an
ambulance right away.
- I've got no vitals.
- It's a black male,
maybe 18 years old.
- Come on!
- Jesus Christ.
Fuck! He's fucking dead.
He's fucking gone!
DISPATCHER: 19-2,
ambulance is on its way.
No!
- Jesus.
- [Breathing heavily]
- Look out.
- Oh, no.
Look out. Look out.
Do we have the car?
OFFICER: No. No sign, sir.
MAN: All right, just
give me a second.
[Door opens]
WOMAN: I need some
bandages over here.
[Siren wailing]
[Indistinct conversations]
MAN: Rev her up, Johnny.
NICK: Is that your guy?
How long for more ambos?
[Siren wailing]
[Vehicle doors open]
I did it. It's gotta be me.
- What?
- I did it.
What are you doing,
Ben? What the fuck?
BEN: He just jumped
right out in front of me.
Right there in front of the
car, he just jumped right out.
Watch out, Ben.
- You were driving?
- Yep.
Yeah, I was driving. I did it.
BEATRICE: 19-7. Parking
lot south of Jean-Talon's clear.
We're moving west.
DISPATCHER: Copy, 19-7.
You Suarez?
I need the perimeter
pushed back.
Joseph, Dulac, push
back to the corner.
- We know anything?
- Too soon.
TYLER: Copy that, Sarge.
SUAREZ: What's the chatter?
One of the deceased
was Sal Frazella.
Capo in the Ciarelli family.
Bomb went off under
his regular table.
SUAREZ: Oh, shit.
This happened 'cause
Ciarelli got killed.
Probably.
See what forensics
says about the bomb.
- Jesus.
- SUAREZ: Barron, you're with me.
We'll close off the
other side of the street.
DISPATCHER:
Domestic disturbance.
There it is! There it is!
Yep.
Aw, shit.
- [Vehicle door closes]
- [Sighs]
J.M.: 19-7. We've found the car.
Driver's long gone.
They're gone.
Whoever did it, they got away.
We're still looking.
I hate to dump it on you,
but someone's gotta
do the notification
for the kid Chartier hit.
- He died?
- Yeah.
I can't spare any duos.
I'm sorry.
Well, what do I tell 'em?
Nothing.
Well, it's gonna be
news. It was cops.
So tell them that.
[Button clicks]
[Button clicking rapidly]
BEN: Have they identified him?
Devon Miller, 18 years old.
First year at Vanier.
I don't know what I
could've done differently.
Broken off pursuit.
That wasn't an option.
DETECTIVE: It's
protocol. You know that.
We were chasing a terrorist.
We don't know that.
So, what happens to us?
No decision on charges yet.
You're active, unless
you need medical leave
- or anything.
- No.
No, um...
They'll just be
charging me, right?
DETECTIVE: You're
worried about your partner?
Yes.
Yeah. [Sighs]
No. Whatever it is, it's on you.
[Sighs]
[Doorbell rings]
[Door opens]
ANTOINE: I'll do it later!
[Scoffs] No, you'll
do it now, Antoine.
NICK: Farah Miller?
Oh, my God.
It's Devon.
NICK: There's been
a serious accident.
He's at Montreal General.
He's okay?
[Sighs] I'm sorry, ma'am.
He died.
I'll take you to him.
I have to tell Antoine.
NICK: I can do it.
- Or if you want...
- I'll do it.
I need to see Devon first.
NICK: I can ask
for a female officer
if you want someone
to stay with Antoine.
Just wait here.
Antoine?
I'll be back in a bit.
- When?
- FARAH: Just be here.
Can I use your iPad?
Go ahead.
[Door closes]
What'd you tell her?
You were driving.
NICK: How old's Antoine?
13.
Devon just turned 19.
NICK: My son's at college.
Tell me what happened.
There was a bombing
this afternoon.
Suspect being chased.
Your son was hit by a vehicle.
What vehicle?
It was a police car.
And they sent you to tell me?
They told me he died instantly.
Were you there?
Do you know the
officer who did it?
Can't answer that.
Of course you can't.
Someone killed my son.
I would like to
hear it from them.
We're not allowed
to do that, ma'am.
That's us.
- Back to 19?
- Tomorrow.
I can drop you off if you want.
- Maybe I should drive.
- No, it's okay.
You've done plenty. Thank you.
Just offering.
Hey, you know
what? Fuck you, Ben.
Who made you my big
brother all of a sudden?
Who gives you the right
to decide shit for me?
You did.
Your record's a shit
show. I didn't do that.
You didn't even talk to me.
- BEN: I didn't have time.
- That's bullshit.
Oh, no, no, no. No,
that's not bullshit.
I wait 10 more seconds,
your career as a cop is over.
The department would
love to get rid of you.
Oh. So, what, you're
better than me?
- My record is.
- Oh!
You are such an
asshole. Holy shit.
[Car alarm chirps,
locks disengage]
[Vehicle door opens]
[Vehicle door
closes, keys jingle]
- [Keys thud]
- [Sighs]
I killed the kid.
I was yelling at you
when he jumped out.
- I was driving.
- It doesn't matter.
I was screaming at you.
I was saying: "Go,
go, go, go, go."
I didn't think about protocol.
Oh, fuck protocol!
I was trying to do
something good.
I didn't even see him.
I was looking at the car.
I just felt the thud.
And I'm a good fucking driver.
It was an accident.
It's done.
Maybe they'll kick
you off the force.
Did you think of that?
Stupid fucking headphones.
[Sighs]
Do you have any
alcohol at your place?
Some bourbon.
- That'll do.
- [Keys jingle]
[Engine starts]
[Sighs]
Sorry about my place.
Just moved in.
How long?
- [Liquid pouring]
- A few months.
Can't, um...
Can't decide on furniture.
AUDREY: Just go to IKEA.
So, what, I'm just supposed
to keep my mouth shut now?
You could talk to a therapist.
Are you going to?
You just got all the answers
to everything, don't you?
Yep, I got it all figured out.
[Cellphone chimes, vibrates]
Nick's here.
He's got a key?
BEN: Yeah.
I keep the chain locked, though.
[Chain rattles]
Hey.
- BEN: You good?
- Yeah.
BEN: Yeah?
- You get charged?
- No.
Well, they haven't decided yet.
[Sighs] They do
like to drag it out.
Audrey's here.
Oh, yeah?
- Hey, Aud.
- Hey, Nick.
- NICK: Shitty day.
- Yeah.
How long are you
gonna live like this?
I'll... get a couch.
Please.
- Well, I'm gonna go.
- No, no.
I barged in.
- Don't worry, Nick.
- BEN: I'll see you out.
Hey. Hey.
We've made our
statements. It's done.
We just have to
stick together on this.
With everyone.
I promise you I will
never tell anyone.
Okay.
[Door closes]
Is she okay?
How about you?
It was an accident.
The bomb was about Ciarelli.
It was one of his
capos that got hit.
So it happened 'cause of Elise.
Pretty directly, if
you think about it.
She killed the boss.
She's going down for it.
She left a pretty big
mess, though, didn't she?
I'll see you in the morning.
Yep.
[Tapping]
Sarge?
Did you talk to
your rep last night?
I got a card. I
haven't called yet.
You need to.
They're opening an
internal file on the thing.
Kid was an honor student.
Commander's getting calls.
What about Audrey?
She's clear. This is on you.
Well, I'll take what's coming.
No. You'll get a fucking lawyer.
Don't be stupid.
This is political now.
Okay.
OFFICER: 19-29 to base.
Prisoner in custody.
We're on our way to hospital.
Sarge says I could get charged.
PSIU's opening a file.
Shit.
Doesn't mean you're
getting charged.
No, I'm just telling
you what he told me.
Kid was wearing headphones.
That's what killed him.
NICK: What?
[Sighs]
I did the death notice.
Alone?
Yeah.
They couldn't spare
anyone from the bomb thing.
What was the family like?
Come on, Ben.
You don't need this.
No, tell me.
- [Sighs]
- Tell me.
Single mother, two kids.
- He was the oldest.
- How old?
A year younger than Theo.
What about the brother?
He's 13.
How'd she take it?
How do you think?
- She's strong.
- What's her name?
- Why are you doing this?
- Because of what I did.
What's her name?
Tell me her name.
Farah. She's a good mom.
She know that it was cops
that just ruined her life?
I told her.
Did she... Did she
blow up at you?
- She must have.
- She just asked who was driving.
Why'd she want to
know who was driving?
So she could hear it from them.
Hey. Have you seen Bear?
Uh, she left. Why?
You wanna go grab a beer?
Uh, no.
No, I just... I...
I gotta go home and make dinner,
pick up some food, you know.
Hm. Lucky Owen.
AUDREY: Oh, no, he's away.
I'm just treating myself.
I thought I'd swing by the
organic place in Griffintown.
J.M.: Hmm.
Actually, uh, do you
mind if I come with?
Sure.
Cool. I need some milk.
Well, they only have organic.
Well, this is Quebec.
All our milk is organic.
Yeah, well, the stuff
is like 9 bucks a carton.
- What?!
- Yep.
What kind of world
are we living in?
AUDREY: [Scoffs]
So, uh, that's messed
up about that kid, right?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
You all good?
I guess, yeah.
Good. That's good.
They coming down
hard on Chartier?
I think they might.
Fuck. Politicians, man.
Well, it was an accident.
How can they blame him?
What do you mean, "how"?
Come on. Easy.
He's the cop.
Department better save
his ass, that's for sure.
- They better back him.
- Well, they will, right?
Well, they didn't back you.
What's up?
Come on, what's up?
I was driving.
What?
I was driving, not Ben.
Holy shit.
He just...
He just took the fall for me.
He just stepped up,
and he said it was him.
Wow.
Huh. Whatever.
Good for him, I guess.
Fuck him!
Audrey, you know that he
just saved your ass, right?
You know that, right?
Psycho cop kills a black kid.
That's how they
would've spun that.
Hey, come on, man.
Come on, look at me.
You did not kill that kid.
The job killed that kid.
It was a fucking
accident, and that's it.
Piece-of-shit job, not us.
That's it.
All right, maybe
let's go for one drink.
Yeah. Now, that's a wise
woman talking right there.
Milk!
Are you sure you wanna do this?
[Cellphone rings]
Isabelle. I'll call her later.
BEN: That's her?
NICK: Yeah.
[Vehicle doors open]
FARAH: What are you doing here?
This is Officer Ben Chartier.
BEN: I was driving.
I killed your son.
We were in pursuit.
- He stepped off the curb.
- He was on a city street.
- How could you drive like that?
- He was in pursuit.
I was driving too fast, ma'am.
- I'm sorry.
- FARAH: And what happens to you?
Nothing, right?
You were driving too fast.
[Voice breaking]
What were you doing?
Why would you do that? Why?
You're supposed
to make him safe!
Shouldn't have happened.
FARAH: It didn't
happen! You killed him!
- Yes, ma'am.
- FARAH: You killed him!
- You killed him!
- Yes, ma'am.
- Okay, Ben. Okay.
- It was my fault.
I'm sorry for your loss.
NICK: It was an accident.
You know, he's breaking
the rules by doing this.
[Vehicle door closes]
Thank you.
[Vehicle door closes]
[Sighs]
You know you're not
supposed to say that stuff.
But it was the truth.
Least I can do is face it.
[Engine starts]
Your cousin pissed some
people off pretty badly.
NICK: Did you see
him? The guy who did it?
Yeah.
I'll do whatever you want,
be a witness, whatever!
I promise.
- Elise Roberge.
- Nick. Ma'am.
She's an eyewitness
to Lucas Ciarelli
personally torturing
a man to death.
She's worried about her uncle.
She wants me to reach out.
- Elise...
- No, you can't.
I'm keeping her off the books.
She's safe here.
Don't fuck with that.
- Okay, well, she's got an uncle.
- If he didn't get custody,
there's a reason.
You're the, uh,
new social worker?
- Amélie de Grace.
- Frank Ferney.
A while ago.
Yeah, I'm just finishing
off my parole this month.
Then I'm on the straight
and narrow, 100%.
You're a good
boyfriend, Ben Chartier.
Oh, no! No!
I love you.
Don't you dare.
I'm sorry.
For the rest of your life.
- Fucker!
- [Screaming]
- AUDREY: You fucking...
- J.M.: Audrey!
So what, I'm just
hung out to dry?
- Is that what this...
- Absolutely not.
You have the
department's full support.
ISABELLE: If
the officer is found
to have shown
willful misconduct,
her contract with the Montreal
police will be terminated.
[Sighs]
Fuck you! I know
what you did to Ferney.
- NICK: I didn't do shit.
- Set him off like a lit fuse
- aimed right at your sister.
- [Punch lands]
[Crying] Let go of me!
[Shouting indistinctly]
ELISE: Martine! I'm sorry.
I know you don't
believe me, but I am.
[Screaming]
[Water splashes]
So, we're good?
We're good.
Your girlfriend's mobbed up.
What?
She tried to kill me.
He was there to watch.
Lucas Ciarelli.
We need help.
I want her, Nick.
[Sighs] Me too.
[Water splashing]
- ELISE: [Moaning]
- NICK: [Grunting]
ELISE: [Moaning]
[Moaning]
[Both sigh]
ELISE: [Breathing heavily]
I love you.
I love you.
[Cellphone vibrates]
Sorry.
[Door opens]
I have to leave
early in the morning.
- What?
- Uh, nothing.
It's just a little
snafu with a C.I.
Come to bed.
She's leaving now. She
had a new phone again.
ISABELLE: Did you get into it?
No. I just saw it now.
Do it as soon as you can.
NICK: No shit.
She in there?
She left early.
Something about a C.I.
BEN: When are
they moving on her?
No idea.
What are they waiting for?
They should've done it by now.
They're not telling me shit.
You know how this stuff works.
No. I don't.
- Neither do you.
- [Engine starts]
Not taking the Champlain?
No, it's closed for the weekend.
Better to take the
Jacques Cartier.
Of course it is.
The human GPS.
Why did Theo go to Bishop's?
Always struck me as a city kid.
It's where he got in.
[Cellphone rings]
- What's up?
- You need to come in.
- NICK: Why? What's going on?
- She ran.
- What?
- ISABELLE: Just come in. Now.
Elise took off.
[Tires screeching]
Jesus, how could you lose her?
- She's a pro, Nick.
- Why'd she run? Why now?
Judge signed off on her
arrest warrant last night.
She was tipped.
Jesus Christ, Izzy.
We think it was the
court clerk's office.
Anyway, she's gone.
BOUCHARD: I don't care if
you got 5 or 10 people on it.
I'll call you back.
What's he doing here?
NICK: He was with me
when I found out you blew it.
- [Door closes]
- How'd you let her slip?
We thought you
had her under wraps.
Are you sure he didn't
know about the warrants?
- Maybe he let it slip.
- You're out of line, Detective.
- PILCHER: Jim.
- Nick's done good work on this.
Sorry. You said
"warrants"? How many?
- It wasn't just her, was it?
- Nine others.
Four cops, five crooks.
They're going down now.
Roberge was the
only one that blew.
Un-fucking-believable.
Nice work.
- ISABELLE: We'll find her, Nick.
- You better.
BOUCHARD: Either
way, you're done.
Thanks for your hard work.
Let's go.
Hey.
Half of those warrants wouldn't
have happened without you.
Just get her.
[Door closes]
Elise.
Thank you.
Where am I going?
We have a place near Whistler.
ELISE: For how long?
Probably a long time.
When is the plane coming?
CIARELLI: Soon.
Why'd you help me?
Thought I'd testify?
No.
I owe you.
ELISE: For what?
Which one, Lucas?
For the girl.
[Sighs]
[Grunts]
There's no plane.
[Water splashes]
[Breathes deeply]
[Breathes deeply]
[Police radio chatter]
[Gasping]
NICK: Don't wanna think
I did this shit for nothing.
You didn't.
[Sighs]
At least I don't have
to fuck her anymore.
[Cellphone rings]
Yeah.
What?
They got her.
She was with Ciarelli.
Well, did they get him, too?
She killed him.
She's getting charged for it.
BEN: [Sighs]
Maybe there's
some justice after all.
[Bottles clink]
NICK: Maybe there is.
[Siren wailing]
WOMAN: Copy, 19-2.
- SUAREZ: Brouillard.
- J.M.: Oh. Don't touch me.
- What?
- You sleeping here?
I had a long shift and had
a nap before I went home.
What's your problem?
You got off shift
nine hours ago.
- You're back on in 40.
- [Sighs]
Well, I told you I was tired.
I gotta... [Grunts]
Hey, man.
- Big T.
- TYLER: Chartier.
- How you doing?
- Another day, another dog.
Good man.
[Laughs] 'Sup?
[Woman speaking
indistinctly on P.A.]
- What?
- [Laughter]
My shower's broken at home.
[Indistinct conversations]
You buying that?
If it was the truth,
he'd lie about it.
[Laughs] Good.
A reminder about gas quotas.
I dunno where you guys
are driving to, but cut it out.
And on that front, we
have a roster adjustment.
Commander has decided to
assign a new solo foot patrol,
one shift in six.
That's instead of bike duty?
That's in addition to.
Barron, you're up first.
Here's your route map.
- I'll go with him.
- SUAREZ: Uh, solo.
Commander said solo.
You'll ride with
Pouliot. Lunch at 2:00.
Hamelin, you're with
Brouillard. Lunch at 6:00.
The rest of you,
same as yesterday.
Watch your backs
out there, please.
Welcome to the next stage
of the green regime, boys.
Hey, don't laugh.
Gendron's getting
copied all over the city.
J.M.: Is that true?
That's excellent.
That's wonderful
news. For everyone.
[Woman speaking
indistinctly on P.A.]
[Indistinct conversations]
Joseph.
- Brouillard.
- Commander.
OFFICER: 14-7.
We're almost there.
You can put that seat up.
Yeah, like half an inch.
No, maybe an inch.
It's okay. I'm used to it.
I should've gotten
my seat thing.
I have a...
I have a seat thing.
You don't have to drive.
No, it's okay. I like to.
Bear always
wants to drive, so...
Yeah, Nick, too.
[Chuckles] I bet.
What do you wanna do for lunch?
Hmm...
Schwartz's.
'Cause they have a new
dumpling place under PVM.
It's, like, six minutes from 19.
- Dumplings?
- AUDREY: Yeah.
Like, big ones.
They got soup in them.
I'll try anything once.
AUDREY: Sweet.
How come you never
put in again, Bear?
You know, for sergeant.
Maybe I did.
No, you didn't. [Chuckles]
You wanna know
what your thing is?
You wanna be liked.
You wanna be
friends with everybody.
- Really?
- Yep.
Is that my problem,
J.M.? I wanna be friends?
- Yeah.
- [Laughs]
I mean, not with me.
But, yeah, that's
your problem, Bear...
as you put it.
Well, it's not something you'll
ever have to worry about, is it?
[Chuckles] No, you're right.
I don't worry about it.
But you do.
Hey, there!
- Hey, how's it going?
- Hey.
Hey, listen. I got a problem
with my downstairs neighbor.
The guy's ripping
his whole place up.
Him and his jackass
cousin start banging
at 6:00 in the goddamn morning.
You're gonna want to
contact the city about that.
Guy's got no permit, nothing.
He's got live wires
all over the place.
I wake up every morning
expecting to be
dead from a fire.
Come by the station.
We'll give you a number.
Look, you can see
right through the window.
I'll show you. Won't
take five minutes.
Just past the light,
sir. Come on, man!
All right, okay. Where is it?
- Down here?
- Where's your ride?
- Foot patrol.
- Just you?
- Just me.
- [Explosion]
[Screaming, glass shattering]
[Horn honking]
Barron in 19. I got an explosion
on Parc, 1200 block. East side.
- [Glass shattering]
- Out! Everybody out!
- Let's go!
- [Alarm blaring]
[Man groaning]
- DISPATCHER: Copy, Barron.
- MAN: Help!
I got wounded! Blast
is at a restaurant.
I need fire and
ambulance here, stat!
Let's go, move! Everybody out!
Place is called Chez Gautier.
I don't smell gas.
I'm heading inside.
- [Screaming]
- Everybody out of the building!
Let's move! Come on! Let's go!
MAN: Help me!
I'm in here.
The blast is in the
middle of the room.
SUAREZ: Barron,
do you smell gas?
[Indistinct shouting, coughing]
It's a bomb.
Blast went off under a table.
It's not gas.
DISPATCHER: We have
a code 1 event. All units.
Repeat... We have
a code 1 event.
Come on! Come on!
Come on, go! Fuck!
[Indistinct shouting,
woman wailing]
NICK: Jesus Christ.
I need backup here.
Goddamn it.
SUAREZ: I need
units to seal the area:
Jeanne-Mance, Sherbrooke,
Hutchison, and Prince Arthur.
- We're too far.
- SUAREZ: Box it off.
- [Moans]
- SUAREZ: Officer Barron,
how many wounded?
MAN: I'm back here!
Please, somebody!
- SUAREZ: Barron?
- [Moaning]
- SUAREZ: Nick, do you copy?
- Just hold on!
Just hold on. I got you.
- I got seven wounded at least.
- SUAREZ: How many dead?
MAN: Barry!
- Two.
- MAN: Barry, where are you?!
I see two.
SUAREZ: Nick, look
carefully and get back to me.
NICK: [Sighs]
[Sirens wailing, moaning]
I got a woman here
with half her arm off.
I got a waiter with
his leg chopped up.
I got two ladies with
their legs messed up, too.
And one of them in
the back and the arm.
[Breathing heavily]
- WOMAN: [Screams]
- Hey, hey.
[Police radio chatter,
indistinct shouting]
[Siren wailing]
This is it.
This is fucking terrorists.
- This is happening.
- MAN: Right here.
- This way, this way.
- TYLER: All right, everybody,
- back up, please!
- All of you, back away now!
TYLER: Kid, I got
this, kid. Go inside.
Ma'am, please back
away. Back up, back up!
All right, now.
Dulac, with me.
J.M.: Let's go, rook.
Keep your shit
together, rook. Let's go.
Nick?! Nick!
- NICK: Over here!
- [Woman moans]
- MAN: Over here!
- BEATRICE: Sir. Sir.
I'm gonna need you
to sit down. I got him.
Okay, so, did anybody
here see what happened?
I saw a car. It drove away.
TYLER: When did
that happen, ma'am?
Right after.
The bomb went off,
and the car drove away,
but, like, really slowly.
I mean, that's weird, right?
Okay. Can you
describe the vehicle?
DISPATCHER:
This is top priority.
Bombing suspect is
driving a gray hatchback.
OFFICER: 19-3. I
got a gray hatchback
turning into an alley
just north of Rosemont.
BEN: 19-2. We're north of
Rosemont, moving to intercept.
OFFICER: He's flooring
it. Turning onto D'lberville.
19-2. We're coming
out onto Rosemont now.
Right here. Go right here.
DISPATCHER: Units needed
to block the intersections
on D'lberville and Masson
and De Lorimier and Rosemont.
- Let's lock this down.
- Okay, 19-2.
We're approaching
D'lberville now.
Come on. Come on. Audrey,
you have to drive here.
Yeah, I'm going, Ben.
19-85. I'm on-site.
DISPATCHER: Copy,
Sergeant. Take over channel 6.
Copy that.
OFFICER: Got him.
He just blew by me
heading north on De Lorimier.
- AUDREY: Got him!
- There.
- [Siren wailing]
- 19-2.
We've got a visual
on the suspect.
He's heading north
on De Lorimier.
Audrey, you're
going to lose him.
Go, go, go.
It's a gray hatchback. A
two-door. Maybe a 2010.
Go, Audrey! Audrey, fucking go!
- Fuck. Stop, stop, stop, stop.
- Fuck.
- Stop.
- [Breathing heavily]
19-2. We've hit something.
We're ceasing pursuit.
The gray hatchback is
heading north on De Lorimier.
SUAREZ: We have
De Lorimier blocked.
Fuck me.
OFFICER: We're stuck on
Papineau. E.T.A. three minutes.
SUAREZ: Goddamn
it, do not lose this guy!
19-2. We've hit a pedestrian.
We're gonna need an
ambulance right away.
- I've got no vitals.
- It's a black male,
maybe 18 years old.
- Come on!
- Jesus Christ.
Fuck! He's fucking dead.
He's fucking gone!
DISPATCHER: 19-2,
ambulance is on its way.
No!
- Jesus.
- [Breathing heavily]
- Look out.
- Oh, no.
Look out. Look out.
Do we have the car?
OFFICER: No. No sign, sir.
MAN: All right, just
give me a second.
[Door opens]
WOMAN: I need some
bandages over here.
[Siren wailing]
[Indistinct conversations]
MAN: Rev her up, Johnny.
NICK: Is that your guy?
How long for more ambos?
[Siren wailing]
[Vehicle doors open]
I did it. It's gotta be me.
- What?
- I did it.
What are you doing,
Ben? What the fuck?
BEN: He just jumped
right out in front of me.
Right there in front of the
car, he just jumped right out.
Watch out, Ben.
- You were driving?
- Yep.
Yeah, I was driving. I did it.
BEATRICE: 19-7. Parking
lot south of Jean-Talon's clear.
We're moving west.
DISPATCHER: Copy, 19-7.
You Suarez?
I need the perimeter
pushed back.
Joseph, Dulac, push
back to the corner.
- We know anything?
- Too soon.
TYLER: Copy that, Sarge.
SUAREZ: What's the chatter?
One of the deceased
was Sal Frazella.
Capo in the Ciarelli family.
Bomb went off under
his regular table.
SUAREZ: Oh, shit.
This happened 'cause
Ciarelli got killed.
Probably.
See what forensics
says about the bomb.
- Jesus.
- SUAREZ: Barron, you're with me.
We'll close off the
other side of the street.
DISPATCHER:
Domestic disturbance.
There it is! There it is!
Yep.
Aw, shit.
- [Vehicle door closes]
- [Sighs]
J.M.: 19-7. We've found the car.
Driver's long gone.
They're gone.
Whoever did it, they got away.
We're still looking.
I hate to dump it on you,
but someone's gotta
do the notification
for the kid Chartier hit.
- He died?
- Yeah.
I can't spare any duos.
I'm sorry.
Well, what do I tell 'em?
Nothing.
Well, it's gonna be
news. It was cops.
So tell them that.
[Button clicks]
[Button clicking rapidly]
BEN: Have they identified him?
Devon Miller, 18 years old.
First year at Vanier.
I don't know what I
could've done differently.
Broken off pursuit.
That wasn't an option.
DETECTIVE: It's
protocol. You know that.
We were chasing a terrorist.
We don't know that.
So, what happens to us?
No decision on charges yet.
You're active, unless
you need medical leave
- or anything.
- No.
No, um...
They'll just be
charging me, right?
DETECTIVE: You're
worried about your partner?
Yes.
Yeah. [Sighs]
No. Whatever it is, it's on you.
[Sighs]
[Doorbell rings]
[Door opens]
ANTOINE: I'll do it later!
[Scoffs] No, you'll
do it now, Antoine.
NICK: Farah Miller?
Oh, my God.
It's Devon.
NICK: There's been
a serious accident.
He's at Montreal General.
He's okay?
[Sighs] I'm sorry, ma'am.
He died.
I'll take you to him.
I have to tell Antoine.
NICK: I can do it.
- Or if you want...
- I'll do it.
I need to see Devon first.
NICK: I can ask
for a female officer
if you want someone
to stay with Antoine.
Just wait here.
Antoine?
I'll be back in a bit.
- When?
- FARAH: Just be here.
Can I use your iPad?
Go ahead.
[Door closes]
What'd you tell her?
You were driving.
NICK: How old's Antoine?
13.
Devon just turned 19.
NICK: My son's at college.
Tell me what happened.
There was a bombing
this afternoon.
Suspect being chased.
Your son was hit by a vehicle.
What vehicle?
It was a police car.
And they sent you to tell me?
They told me he died instantly.
Were you there?
Do you know the
officer who did it?
Can't answer that.
Of course you can't.
Someone killed my son.
I would like to
hear it from them.
We're not allowed
to do that, ma'am.
That's us.
- Back to 19?
- Tomorrow.
I can drop you off if you want.
- Maybe I should drive.
- No, it's okay.
You've done plenty. Thank you.
Just offering.
Hey, you know
what? Fuck you, Ben.
Who made you my big
brother all of a sudden?
Who gives you the right
to decide shit for me?
You did.
Your record's a shit
show. I didn't do that.
You didn't even talk to me.
- BEN: I didn't have time.
- That's bullshit.
Oh, no, no, no. No,
that's not bullshit.
I wait 10 more seconds,
your career as a cop is over.
The department would
love to get rid of you.
Oh. So, what, you're
better than me?
- My record is.
- Oh!
You are such an
asshole. Holy shit.
[Car alarm chirps,
locks disengage]
[Vehicle door opens]
[Vehicle door
closes, keys jingle]
- [Keys thud]
- [Sighs]
I killed the kid.
I was yelling at you
when he jumped out.
- I was driving.
- It doesn't matter.
I was screaming at you.
I was saying: "Go,
go, go, go, go."
I didn't think about protocol.
Oh, fuck protocol!
I was trying to do
something good.
I didn't even see him.
I was looking at the car.
I just felt the thud.
And I'm a good fucking driver.
It was an accident.
It's done.
Maybe they'll kick
you off the force.
Did you think of that?
Stupid fucking headphones.
[Sighs]
Do you have any
alcohol at your place?
Some bourbon.
- That'll do.
- [Keys jingle]
[Engine starts]
[Sighs]
Sorry about my place.
Just moved in.
How long?
- [Liquid pouring]
- A few months.
Can't, um...
Can't decide on furniture.
AUDREY: Just go to IKEA.
So, what, I'm just supposed
to keep my mouth shut now?
You could talk to a therapist.
Are you going to?
You just got all the answers
to everything, don't you?
Yep, I got it all figured out.
[Cellphone chimes, vibrates]
Nick's here.
He's got a key?
BEN: Yeah.
I keep the chain locked, though.
[Chain rattles]
Hey.
- BEN: You good?
- Yeah.
BEN: Yeah?
- You get charged?
- No.
Well, they haven't decided yet.
[Sighs] They do
like to drag it out.
Audrey's here.
Oh, yeah?
- Hey, Aud.
- Hey, Nick.
- NICK: Shitty day.
- Yeah.
How long are you
gonna live like this?
I'll... get a couch.
Please.
- Well, I'm gonna go.
- No, no.
I barged in.
- Don't worry, Nick.
- BEN: I'll see you out.
Hey. Hey.
We've made our
statements. It's done.
We just have to
stick together on this.
With everyone.
I promise you I will
never tell anyone.
Okay.
[Door closes]
Is she okay?
How about you?
It was an accident.
The bomb was about Ciarelli.
It was one of his
capos that got hit.
So it happened 'cause of Elise.
Pretty directly, if
you think about it.
She killed the boss.
She's going down for it.
She left a pretty big
mess, though, didn't she?
I'll see you in the morning.
Yep.
[Tapping]
Sarge?
Did you talk to
your rep last night?
I got a card. I
haven't called yet.
You need to.
They're opening an
internal file on the thing.
Kid was an honor student.
Commander's getting calls.
What about Audrey?
She's clear. This is on you.
Well, I'll take what's coming.
No. You'll get a fucking lawyer.
Don't be stupid.
This is political now.
Okay.
OFFICER: 19-29 to base.
Prisoner in custody.
We're on our way to hospital.
Sarge says I could get charged.
PSIU's opening a file.
Shit.
Doesn't mean you're
getting charged.
No, I'm just telling
you what he told me.
Kid was wearing headphones.
That's what killed him.
NICK: What?
[Sighs]
I did the death notice.
Alone?
Yeah.
They couldn't spare
anyone from the bomb thing.
What was the family like?
Come on, Ben.
You don't need this.
No, tell me.
- [Sighs]
- Tell me.
Single mother, two kids.
- He was the oldest.
- How old?
A year younger than Theo.
What about the brother?
He's 13.
How'd she take it?
How do you think?
- She's strong.
- What's her name?
- Why are you doing this?
- Because of what I did.
What's her name?
Tell me her name.
Farah. She's a good mom.
She know that it was cops
that just ruined her life?
I told her.
Did she... Did she
blow up at you?
- She must have.
- She just asked who was driving.
Why'd she want to
know who was driving?
So she could hear it from them.
Hey. Have you seen Bear?
Uh, she left. Why?
You wanna go grab a beer?
Uh, no.
No, I just... I...
I gotta go home and make dinner,
pick up some food, you know.
Hm. Lucky Owen.
AUDREY: Oh, no, he's away.
I'm just treating myself.
I thought I'd swing by the
organic place in Griffintown.
J.M.: Hmm.
Actually, uh, do you
mind if I come with?
Sure.
Cool. I need some milk.
Well, they only have organic.
Well, this is Quebec.
All our milk is organic.
Yeah, well, the stuff
is like 9 bucks a carton.
- What?!
- Yep.
What kind of world
are we living in?
AUDREY: [Scoffs]
So, uh, that's messed
up about that kid, right?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
You all good?
I guess, yeah.
Good. That's good.
They coming down
hard on Chartier?
I think they might.
Fuck. Politicians, man.
Well, it was an accident.
How can they blame him?
What do you mean, "how"?
Come on. Easy.
He's the cop.
Department better save
his ass, that's for sure.
- They better back him.
- Well, they will, right?
Well, they didn't back you.
What's up?
Come on, what's up?
I was driving.
What?
I was driving, not Ben.
Holy shit.
He just...
He just took the fall for me.
He just stepped up,
and he said it was him.
Wow.
Huh. Whatever.
Good for him, I guess.
Fuck him!
Audrey, you know that he
just saved your ass, right?
You know that, right?
Psycho cop kills a black kid.
That's how they
would've spun that.
Hey, come on, man.
Come on, look at me.
You did not kill that kid.
The job killed that kid.
It was a fucking
accident, and that's it.
Piece-of-shit job, not us.
That's it.
All right, maybe
let's go for one drink.
Yeah. Now, that's a wise
woman talking right there.
Milk!
Are you sure you wanna do this?
[Cellphone rings]
Isabelle. I'll call her later.
BEN: That's her?
NICK: Yeah.
[Vehicle doors open]
FARAH: What are you doing here?
This is Officer Ben Chartier.
BEN: I was driving.
I killed your son.
We were in pursuit.
- He stepped off the curb.
- He was on a city street.
- How could you drive like that?
- He was in pursuit.
I was driving too fast, ma'am.
- I'm sorry.
- FARAH: And what happens to you?
Nothing, right?
You were driving too fast.
[Voice breaking]
What were you doing?
Why would you do that? Why?
You're supposed
to make him safe!
Shouldn't have happened.
FARAH: It didn't
happen! You killed him!
- Yes, ma'am.
- FARAH: You killed him!
- You killed him!
- Yes, ma'am.
- Okay, Ben. Okay.
- It was my fault.
I'm sorry for your loss.
NICK: It was an accident.
You know, he's breaking
the rules by doing this.
[Vehicle door closes]
Thank you.
[Vehicle door closes]
[Sighs]
You know you're not
supposed to say that stuff.
But it was the truth.
Least I can do is face it.
[Engine starts]