19-2 (2014–…): Season 4, Episode 2 - Driveby - full transcript

Previously on "19-2"...

I owe you.

- For what?
- For the girl.

She was with Ciarelli.

Did they get him, too?

She killed him. She's
getting charged for it.

Maybe there's
some justice after all.

Maybe there is.

I love you, Ben Chartier.

You're a tough act to follow.

- She's my sister.
- And she's dead.



Suspension's over.

Done my six months. Ready to go.

It's a bomb.

One of the deceased
was Sal Frazella.

Capo in the Ciarelli family.

Bomb went off under
his regular table.

- Got him!
- 19-2.

We've got a visual
on the suspect.

Audrey, fucking go!

- Fuck. Stop, stop, stop, stop.
- Fuck.

19-2. We've hit a pedestrian.

We're gonna need an
ambulance right away.

I have not vitals.

I did it. It's gotta be me.



- What?
- I did it.

What are you doing, Ben?

You didn't even talk to me.

- I didn't have time.
- That's bullshit.

I wait 10 more seconds,
your career as a cop is over.

The department would
love to get rid of you.

Maybe they'll you
kick off the force.

Did you think of that?

They're opening an
internal file on the thing.

The kid was an honors student.

Commander's getting calls.

Well, I'll take what's coming.

No. You'll get a fucking lawyer.

This is Officer Ben Chartier.

I was driving.

I killed your son. We were...

You killed him!

- You killed him!
- Yes, ma'am.

- Okay, Ben. Okay.
- It was my fault.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Stop, stop, stop, stop!

Stop! Stop!

What the fuck?!

- Yo!
- I can't drive.

Good decision.

Did you get a damn
couch or anything?

Take the bed!

What happened?

She cut a deal.

Elise.

- What are you talking about?
- She's a material witness.

What are you talking about?
No way. She's a murderer.

She's gonna be
testifying for years.

- No way.
- Isabelle told me.

She's a murderer, Nick.

That's what witness
protection's for.

No. No fucking way.

No fucking way! She's in jail!

- She's in jail!
- No, she's not.

We gotta let this go, man.

I can't fucking do
this shit no more.

Peeling my skin
off, and for what?

Trying to tell me how many
bad guys this will take down.

I just wanted one.

Copy, 19-2.

Chartier.

Good news.

Word is PSIU is
gonna close your file.

Accidental death.
Fault of the victim.

Sorry. I...

His tox screen
came back positive.

The department's gonna put
out a press release right away.

For what?

Deceased was no
angel, that kind of stuff.

Anyway, good
news is, you're clear.

Go get changed.

Working on holidays
ain't so tough.

Every holiday!

I should, but I'm not going.

Did I miss a patch?

Wearing your shirt or something?

- Rookie sitting here.
- Not a rook!

I don't give a shit.
Sit with your girlfriend.

Missed you, James.

- Brouillard.
- What?

Sorry, sir.

This won't take long.

Just wanted to let the squad
know that the traffic incident

involving Officers Chartier
and Pouliot has been resolved.

No blame will be assigned, so...

- Sergeant.
- Well, that's some good news.

- For once.
- Right?

Chalk another one
up for the golden boy.

Okay, to business.

In the aftermath
of recent incidents,

the department is aiming
to increase surveillance

on certain elements
of organized crime.

Anyone wants some overtime,
they're looking for bodies.

Is this related to the
death of Lucas Ciarelli?

I guess. They just
give me the posting.

- You want in?
- Uh, yes, sir.

- I think I do.
- Anyone else?

Detectives can get
their own coffee. Thanks.

All right.

Call the O.C. desk
sergeant. He'll assign you.

Duos.

Yeah, we'll get there
in five. Call in backup.

Ben? What's up?

We were cleared.

They're smearing the kid.

They're saying that he
had drugs in his system.

- Well, if they're saying it...
- Come on!

Look, I'm just
happy you got off.

Come on.

Unit 19-31 and
19-36, return to base.

I gotta do it. I gotta look at
the press release for the kid.

The kid's dead, man, right?

What's the point in beating
yourself up about this?

Oh, no. I'm good, Nick.
I'm walking away clean.

It's the kid we killed that
they're beating up, not me.

"Toxicology reports
indicated the presence

of an illegal substance."

- Pot.
- It's for sure pot.

They would have said
if it was something else.

Could have been in
his system for weeks.

It was a fucking
accident, Ben, all right?

- What can you do?
- I could have stopped it.

- I could have stopped pursuit.
- You were doing the job.

"The deceased was
known to police"?

"His father, August
James Ruddy Jr.

Is a serial offender

with convictions
for drug violations."

Fuck me!

They're smearing him. They're...

They're smearing the kid
that we ran down and killed.

- That's our job now?
- It was a black kid.

Makes it easier.
It's a fucking joke.

They're just trying
to protect you.

The father has convictions.
She's a single mother.

You told me that.

How do you think
she feels right now?

She's feeling like we're tearing
down the memory of her kid.

- Her friends will read this.
- Look. Listen, listen.

I don't agree with
it either, okay?

It's the department.
It's not us.

Yes, it is! It is us!

We went to her. I
stood in front of her.

And I said, "This is my fault.
You can blame me as a cop."

"Victim was known to police."

No, he wasn't. That is a lie.

He was just some kid.

We're supposed to
be better than this.

We are, Ben. Don't forget that.

Affirmative, 19-28.

E.T.A. understood at 45 minutes.

My dad said it's
Calabrians moving in.

The bombing.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, from Toronto.

Ciarelli was Sicilian.
Making a statement.

Hmm. Interesting.

My dad thinks we'll be...

Lights are out on Ste-Catherine

from Parthenais east.

19-4. We are available.

For traffic? Seriously?

Copy that, 19-4.
Ste-Catherine and Fullum.

Officer Tyler Joseph
at your service, ma'am.

She's probably,
like, 300 pounds.

What's the matter with you, boy?

Didn't your daddy ever teach
you it's the inside that counts?

Learn to appreciate
something, man.

She's 300 pounds,
she got a lot of insides.

Construction never ends.

In 19, we have a B&E on Fortune.

Robbery's short.
Passing it off to us.

19-2. We got that.

903, upper unit.

They broke some glass
on the kitchen door.

You weren't home?

I was in the store downstairs.

I help the owners out sometimes.

They took my wedding ring.

I keep it in the freezer.
I thought it was safe.

Does anyone else
know it was in there?

I don't...

No one.

Anyone else been
in the house recently?

You had any repairs done?

Mm. The landlord
does things himself.

Anything else missing?

My iPad.

They took my little radio,
too. I had it in the bathroom.

They were pretty thorough.

You live here alone?

My husband died six years ago.

- Kids?
- My son.

He went out to Fort McMurray.

- And what's his name?
- Lawrence.

I'd really like to
get the ring back

if there's any chance at all.

There's an inscription inside
with our initials and the date.

All right, well, I'll talk to
someone at the robbery squad,

see if they can
make it a priority.

Well, that was fun.

I'm betting the kid did it.

She said he was
in Fort McMurray.

The thief knew
where the ring was.

All right. What's
his name again?

- Lawrence?
- Drapeau.

Lawrence Drapeau.

Well, he used to be out
west. Looks like he's back.

Two heroin busts since March.

Do we pick him up?

It's better she doesn't know.

Feels like I woke up wearing
shit-colored glasses today.

- I can't get 'em off.
- At least, you slept.

Nope.

Do some overtime.
Maybe you'll get a bust.

What are you doing here?

Can you, uh... Can you tell
me what happens to Martine?

She's in witness protection.

But Ciarelli's dead, so
she's not a witness anymore.

So what happens to her?

We're not supposed to know.

Can you, uh, make sure
that gets to her, please?

Just in case she wants to
contact me, I figured that...

- I'll ask.
- Thank you.

Can't promise.

Just back it in

- so they don't see you.
- All right.

And so now we just wait?

Until the target shows.

Are these Ciarelli's guys?

Ciarelli's dead.

I can't talk about cases.

Is there anything
that you can tell me?

Like, what is the job here?

We're pretty much street O unit.

You know, I take
pictures, you drive.

Well, is it leading anywhere?

Meaning what?

Meaning, are there
any busts on the horizon,

I guess, is what I'm asking you.

I told you we're observation.

There's a van incoming.

Yeah, it's a warehouse.

That'll happen.

You're looking
for a white sedan.

Nice!

♪ You get in high,
then you get in low ♪

♪ You try to run, but
you're far too slow ♪

- Aw, who invited the sourpuss?
- Hey, guys.

- Hey, Nick!
- Hey, Nick.

- What's up?!
- Come on.

- What's his problem?
- Who knows?

He hardly talked
all night. Awww!

But what about you?
What's up with you?

- What's wrong?
- Uh...

Me? No. What? Nothing.

'Cause you never
come by anymore.

- Good to see you.
- You too.

- Oh!
- You too, Bear.

- Grab a seat. Come on, join us.
- Yes!

- Shots are up!
- Ah. Right.

- Oh, wow!
- Nick, this is Dan.

- Dan, Nick.
- Shit, I'm one short.

- Daniel.
- Dante, actually.

- You were at the bombing?
- Yeah.

Here. Roy doesn't need one.

Oh! There you go.
I don't need one.

All right.

So, Nick, what brought
you out of a cave?

Save it, J.M. I'm
not in the mood.

What a shock! Nick's pissy.

- Let it be, J.M.
- Okay, okay.

Hey, did you hear that
Justine got herself a new guy?

- Good for her.
- Oh, come on.

- All right.
- Good for her.

Toast, huh? To the shit we do.

- Amen!
- Cheers, cheers, cheers.

Thank you.

♪ You got a fever ♪

♪ You got a fever ♪

♪ You got a fever
for rock 'n' roll ♪

♪ You got a fever ♪

♪ You got a fever ♪

♪ You got a fever for... ♪

- Mm.
- Oh, Jesus.

So, how's Theo?

He's in Lennoxville.

Yeah, he went to Bishop's.

Theo's in college? Fuck off!

Yep. First year.

Oh, my God! He
was, like, this tall!

Like, this tall. Now
he's, like, this tall.

He's taller than his old man.

- Damn!
- It's crazy.

Hey, um, I'm glad you
and Chartier got cleared.

Lucky.

Yeah.

He really didn't tell you, huh?

What?

Something going on?

He wasn't driving
when we hit the kid.

I was.

What?!

What the hell is that?
What are you talking about?

I guess he did it to protect me.

- Good for him.
- Yeah.

That's all right. Let him go.

Do we know where they're going?

I'm pretty sure.

All right. Right there.

You can circle around.
We got a little while.

- What are they doing?
- Delivery.

That's what that guy does.

Stop asking.

Something's up.

Jesus.

Jesus Christ! Are we
just gonna watch this?

Okay, let's go.

No, no, no. We
gotta do something.

The target's the guy in the car.

- Are you serious?!
- Come on.

- That was an assault.
- Eyes on the prize, patroller.

- Fuck's sake!
- Come on.

19-21, report to base.

- Pick a lane already, will you?
- Yeah.

- Over.
- Want me to drive?

- I'm good.
- 19-26 to base.

We're down in Westmount. Over.

I'm good. What?

You lied.

You weren't driving.
You didn't kill her kid.

You could have told me.

I told Audrey that I wouldn't.

And you know what would
have happened to her.

I get why you did it, but
why didn't you tell me?

Why did you have to
lie to the kid's mother?

I didn't lie.

Just taking responsibility.

I killed that kid as
much as Audrey did.

I just wanted to
say I was sorry.

Yeah, well, you
could have told me.

I guess it's done now.

Fill me up, uh,
the top of the...

Pour me a coffee, please.

Tow truck is needed.

Driver is under
influence of alcohol.

- Out with the dicks all night?
- No.

OFFICER #2:19-31
to base. We're on it.

- Anything happen?
- No.

Just following around some
drug dealer, taking photos.

- Anything to do with Ciarelli?
- Wouldn't tell me.

Did we ever get an
address for the kid?

- Um...
- Who?

Uh, Lawrence
Drapeau, the junkie.

The wedding ring...
Maybe he still has it.

Unit 19-41, 10-52 is on the way.

E.T.A. four minutes.

Last known in a
halfway house on Tupper.

It's worth a try.

All right?

Well, there he
is. Here's our boy.

Don't you run, Larry.

Lawrence! Lawrence Drapeau?

- Don't run.
- No.

Don't run. Don't
run. You're all right.

Drapeau, I need
you to come with us.

- What did I do?
- Anything in your pockets?

- Anything sharp?
- No.

- What did I do?
- Why don't you tell us?!

Tell us right now.

The night before last, you broke
into your mother's apartment.

Don't bother lying about it.

We know you got
a ring. Where is it?

- Just want the ring.
- Shit me.

Shit. I wasn't gonna take that.

I was... just gonna
keep it for a while.

I don't care, Larry.
Where did you pawn it?

I traded it for rock.

I don't even know the guy.

Hey, come on.
You can't tell her.

- You can't tell her that, okay?
- Calm down. Calm down.

It's okay. We just want it
back. Tell us where we go.

I don't know.

Some guy's place somewhere east.

I don't know!

I wasn't gonna take it, but
she didn't have anything else.

- It was worth a shot.
- Let him out.

All right, Lawrence.

Come up.

It's all right.

So, the trucks come
in from the port,

and shit gets cut
up in the warehouse,

and this guy takes the
pieces to his dealers.

Is that it?

You talk a lot.

I'm not asking about
your investigation.

I just want a
general picture here.

What's the big picture?

What investigation?

There isn't even
a task force yet.

Bomb went off. They just...

put a few extra
cars on the road.

Do they know who set the bomb?

New player.

That's the chitchat.

Nobody knows shit yet.

So, what are we doing?

- Looking busy.
- Mm.

Satisfied?

You know the drill.

What's up?

When?

I'm way out east.

I'll call you back.

I gotta get out.
Next good chance.

What? Why?

Do you know how
to use this thing?

Like, you take him
till he goes home.

And if you lose
him, don't sweat it.

Okay? And don't push it.

What's going on?

He's turning.

You got this?

Yep.

Yeah.

Okay. Pull over.

Jesus!

Great. That's great.

You're supposed
to be taking pictures.

You look like shit.

How did you never
let it get to you?

How come it never ate you up?

Who said it didn't?

You see the same shit
that I do over and over again.

You don't make a difference.

- Yes, I do.
- I don't.

Sometimes, there's a kid you can
help, one good thing you can do.

You just gotta
look for that thing.

And when you find it,
you call it a good day.

Okay.

Oh, fuck.

- Hey.
- I'm sorry.

This is stupid.
It's way too late.

I was up. Come on.

Thanks.

Did you finish that bourbon?

No.

You've killed someone before.

Yeah, it hits you pretty hard.

That's the thing.
I don't want it to.

I just...

I can't let it bring me
down again, you know?

I just can't.

So, how do you do it?

What?

You always seem
like you're okay.

Do I?

Yeah, you do.

Come here.

What the fuck, Ben?!

What did you do?

I was following a drug dealer.

The detective wasn't
gonna do shit about it.

They left me alone.

- So you just robbed him?!
- Yeah.

That's completely
off the rails, Ben!

Well, what am I supposed to
do?! We just watch it happen?!

- Yeah! Yeah!
- We're watching it happen now?!

- That's the job?!
- Shit!

Who knows?

No one. You.

No one saw me do it.

I broke into his car.

Oh, my God.

All right. Well, we're gonna...

We're gonna take
care of this, right?

You should stay out of this.

This isn't your mess.

Well, then you shouldn't
have shown me.

I'm not thinking straight.

No shit.

I just wanna fuck.

Oh!

Oh, shit.

I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to fall asleep.

Hey.

Take it when you can.

So, what happened tonight?

A few mistakes apparently.

You and me one of 'em?

I guess it depends
what you expect.

What do you expect?

I don't.

We gotta get rid of 'em.

No.

No, listen.

Look at me.

You can't be a part of
this. There's no reason for it.

There's plenty of reason for it.

- You stepped right into my shit.
- No.

If this comes back, you
never looked in the closet.

Okay?

Does your head
always work like this?

Only since I moved to Montreal.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Come on, let me
help you. Make it even.

I got myself into this.
I'll get myself out of it.

All right.

Just get rid of 'em.

No regrets.

19-47, please switch

- to channel 5.
- So, how's Owen?

- Uhhh...
- 10-4.

Not as good.

"Not as good"?

As what? As it was?

It's fine, Bear.

Jesus, Aud.

Just rip off the
Band-Aid already.

You're so done with him.

He's nice.

19-4, I got a request
from organized crime.

Some old gangster is
having a birthday party

at Fletcher's Field.

Show a presence.

Let 'em know we're watching.

19-4. Copy that, Sarge.

Where's Fletcher's Field?

Dickie, Dickie, Dickie.

Jeanne-Mance
Park is right beside

the damn mountain, Dickie.

When are you gonna
learn some history?

Maybe you should take
a break from the overtime.

Yeah, I'm done.

Let me drive.

Yeah, right. It's
probably better I do.

Yeah.

Playing detective's still
not all it's cracked up to be,

- is it?
- No.

Hard no.

Well, you were right about that.

Ah!

Sarge wanna show a presence?

Here it is.

We show a presence.

This is not what
they meant, Tyler.

Oh, this is exactly
what he meant.

Besides, the big dog's hungry.

I'm sure they got
some ribs up in here.

Good afternoon, everybody!

Oh, that's right. It's us again.

Hey! I know you.

Tony! Tony Two Fingers!

How are you?

Are you still ratting
on your friends?

You should watch
out for this guy.

So, where's 4?

He's supposed to be
showing a presence.

Oh, they are.

Oh!

Tyler, what are you doing?

Frontline police
work, Mama Bear.

You should try it
sometime, Bear.

Hey, you got any,
uh, Scotch bonnet?

Yeah? All right!

Dickie, they got Scotch
bonnet! Come get it!

Mama, come get some,
too, before it's too late.

No, man. Thanks. I'm good.

Yeah, that's right. You
got some ribs, right?

Huh? No ribs?!

Bear, 4:00.

Gun! Gun! Get down!

Shots fired! Shots fired!

Fuck. They're shooting at us.

- Fuck!
- Shit.

- Code 1, Esplanade and Rachel.
- Oh, shit!

19-2. Three minutes.
Just watch! Just watch!

19-7, you okay?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm good.

- You hit, Dickie?
- Yeah.

- You hit?
- I'm fine. I'm fine.

All right. This is 19-4.

Three men fleeing on foot.

- Black.
- Go, go, go! Go, go, go!

All units, we have two
men running north on Clark.

They split up.

- Shit!
- What the fuck was that?

- Hold the scene.
- No idea.

Nobody leaves.

What the hell
were you thinking?!

They were gonna get away, Bear.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

- I'm fucking out of shape.
- Brouillard?

- Shut up. Shut up.
- 19-21, where are you?

- Where are you, 19-21?
- I ain't got time for this shit.

Not today.

What's J.M. doing?

- What the fuck is J.M. doing?!
- Good question.

Right there! Right there!

- Right there! Right there!
- Hold on! Hold on! Hold on!

19-2. We got the suspect
crossing Marianne south.

Hey! Hey!

Stop! Stop!

Stop! Stop! Stop!

- On the ground! Drop!
- Okay, okay.

- On your knees! Down! Down!
- Get on the ground!

Get on the ground! Get
on the ground! Down!

- Fuck, all right!
- Right there! Don't move!

- Don't move!
- Aah! Shit, man!

19-2. We got the suspect.

Nice job, 19-2!

Suspect apprehended.

You are stupid.

- Boy, you are stupid!
- Whatever.

Yeah, Big T. Thank you.

- You too.
- I got shot!

- Ow!
- Ow! Wow!

Yeah, the vest stopped it.

They gave me one of the bullets.

Not the same one that
hit me, but the same gun.

- Sick souvenir!
- That must have been a ricochet.

No, I said it's
not the same one.

Mnh-mnh. It's from the
tactical rifle that they used.

One of these hits you direct,

it goes through your
vest like a pair of jeans.

- You got lucky, man.
- Oh.

Oh. I guess I got lucky

'cause there's an angel
on my shoulder, brah!

Third time's the charm, Dickie.

- Santa's little helpers!
- Yeah!

- Everything you got.
- Right on.

You run that by the sarge?

He's at an all-stations
meeting downtown

with the commander.

- You good?
- I'm good.

- Cool?
- We're good.

Since when do people
use their tactical weapon

- in the park, right?
- Not in my time.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Mm-hmm.

Dude, you missed
some serious action.

What happened to you?
What happened to you?!

Had my radio off.

I was on the phone.
What are you doing, man?

You were parked two
blocks away. I saw you.

- You weren't there.
- North side of Marianne.

They were getting shot at,

and you were sitting
in your fucking car.

Audrey had a gun
2 feet from her face.

- I had my radio off.
- Right.

- Bullshit.
- Yeah.

- Fuck you all!
- Yeah, fuck you, too!

Thanks for the beer, bitches.

We'll be at Marie's.

Yeah, I'm coming.

I'm looking for Chartier.

Yeah?

What happened last night?

What do you mean?

The guy we were
watching disappeared today.

As far as we can tell, you
were the last to see him.

So... anything you
forgot to put in that report?

No.

No. Jesus. Nothing.

Um, he made his
stops, and he went home.

Fuck! Shouldn't
have left you alone.

It's not your fault.

I sort of screwed up.

Are you asking me
to cover for you?

No.

It's not gonna come to that.

It's not your problem.

And what the hell are you
supposed to know anyway, right?

Just forget I was here.

You gonna tell me
what that was about?

That was the task-force
detective I was riding with.

The guy we were
following disappeared today.

No end of shit going on.

You know something about her?

- Yeah.
- What?

Told her I didn't,
though, and she bought it.

Whoa, slow down.

The guy that we were
following is a dealer.

Straight from the port.

And a shitload of drugs on him.

She told you that?

No.

No, I took 'em from his
trunk, and I got rid of 'em.

- God, Ben.
- I lost it.

I just snapped. I-I don't know.

And the detectives don't know?

She left me alone on the job.

Sounds like she
wasn't supposed to.

And she was gonna
ask me to cover for her.

- Say yes.
- No.

- She's your alibi if you do.
- No, it won't come to that.

It's just another mobster.

They're dropping
all over the place.

God.

Where the fuck
is your head, Ben?

I don't know.

I just don't see
any point to it.

- To what?
- What we do.

All right.

All right, let's go.

Where?

Look for a ring.

Are we really gonna go look for
some junkie kid's wedding ring?

Are we really doing this?

It's not his ring.

When did you go soft?

Same time you went crazy.

Where do we look?

His dealer's in HoMa.

I figured we'd start
out on Ste-Catherine's.

Okay.

There's no harm trying.