19-2 (2014–…): Season 4, Episode 3 - Fishbowl - full transcript

Previously on "19-2"...

- Got him!
- There.

19-2. We've got a
visual on the suspect.

Audrey, fucking go!

19-2. We've hit a pedestrian.

I did it. It's gotta be me.

- What?
- I did it.

What are you doing, Ben?

PSIU is gonna close your file.

Accidental death.
Fault of the victim.

They're smearing him.



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

That's our job now? How do
you think she's feeling right now?

And what happens to you?

Nothing, right?

You killed him! You killed him!

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

Yes, it is! It is us!

You still got to do that
anger management bullshit?

It's not bullshit.

It's the job.

It's not us.

It's the piece-of-shit job.

- Right?
- I know.

The guy that we were
following is a dealer.



Straight from the port.

And a shitload of drugs on him.

I took 'em from his
trunk and got rid of 'em.

The guy we were
watching disappeared today.

Anything you forgot
to put in that report?

No.

Where the fuck
is your head, Ben?

I don't know.

Gun! Gun! Get down!

Shots fired! Shots fired!

Not today.

What happened to you?
What happened to you?!

They were getting shot at,

and you were sitting
in your fucking car.

- I had my radio off.
- Yeah.

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

That's bullshit.

Get out!

Get out!

Get out! Get out!

Get... out!!

Get out!

You bitch!

Get out!

Get out!

Ahh!

I hate you!

I hate you!

Help me!

Help me!

Please!

Help... me!

Help me.

Copy, 19-2.

Hey, Sarge, where's J.M.?

He's a no-show, Pouliot.

Okay, we'll be
supporting tactical

while they execute
warrants on the 6ers.

Ready over here, Sarge.

On my signal, Joseph.

Copy that.

- Area is secure, sir.
- Copy.

Interior's secure. Let's move.

17-13, I couldn't copy.
You were all broken.

On the third floor. There's
two heading down the stairwell.

- Clear it out.
- All right, we're clear.

Hey! Hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

- Hey, hey, hey!
- Hey! Stop! Stop!

- Stop, stop. Stop, stop. Stop.
- What are you doing?

- What are you doing?
- Get the hell of me!

- Calm down!
- Enough. Don't be stupid.

You're not going
anywhere, all right?

- Don't be stupid.
- Just relax.

There you go.

Let's move.

The building's clear!

I got it, Ben.

Ben, what happened
with that detective?

- Nothing.
- Come on!

She was just doing her job.

- Come on.
- Not even thinking about me.

Building about a mile back.

Sarge? Can I talk
to you for a minute?

Yeah, what is it?

That's him.

That's the guy who shot
at me at the barbecue.

Which one?

Second to the right.

I'll bring him downtown,
set up a lineup.

You never saw him here, okay?

Sir, yes, sir.

Hey. What was that about?

I got him.

The guy who shot at
me at the barbecue.

You serious?

How often does that happen, eh?

Nice.

Okay.

- You I.D.'d the shooter?
- I sure did.

- Good.
- And you're welcome.

Wow.

Squad room, people.
Commander wants a word.

Yes.

And who is that?

Oh, she's way out
of your league, boy.

Let me take care of this.

Nice to see a
sister on the squad.

Tyler.

- Dionne.
- All right.

Sorry. Sorry, sir.

All right. First, good job on
the raid this morning, everyone.

Tactical has asked me
to pass along their thanks.

Give yourself a hand.

You may have already noticed
our second order of business.

This is Roxanne Dionne,

out of Station 14 with
three years under her belt.

She will be with us from now on.

All right. Welcome to 19.

- Westmount girl.
- Mm-hmm.

And now the commander
has a few words.

As you all know, the
city is a powder keg.

The power vacuum in Montreal's
organized-crime structure

is not showing signs
of resolving itself,

so we have to
change our tactics.

No more foot patrols, no
more solos, no more bikes.

I need you to watch each
other's backs out there.

That's first priority.
Second is visibility.

We need to be seen policing.

I want you up in
everyone's face.

Right now, no
crime is too small.

Commander?

Don't cut anyone any slack.

Sergeant.

All right, well, you
heard the commander.

The world is a
dangerous place right now,

so watch your asses
and take no shit.

Pouliot, you'll take the newbie.

Hamelin, you will
ride with Ryan.

No solos.

Okay.

She said she was fine.

Ready?

Hey, hey. I'm Richard.

Roxanne.

If you... If you need any
tips about 19, let me know.

How long you been here?

Hey.

Couple years now.

How old are you?

23. You?

Just turned 25.

Ah, quarter century.

Mm. Yeah, feels pretty good.

Finally feel like an
adult, you know?

- Sergeant.
- Unit 19-31

and 19-36.

Report to base. Over.

Close the door.

I got a call... Report
of a gunshot wound.

One of ours.

J.M.

In the head. He's alive.

Doctor said it was
a small miracle.

His... His dental
work saved him.

How do I tell the squad?

That's not your job.

I'll deal with it, sir.

19-46, please relay
message to partner.

What's up your ass?

- That's him.
- The drugs you took?

Yeah, and they
killed him for it.

Ah, you don't know that.

There's a fucking
gang war going on.

So a gangster got killed.

What?

You heard from
the detective again?

No. No, I don't expect to.

Jesus Christ. Let's go.

So, your daddy gave you
an update on the gang war

while he was serving you
your tuna casserole last night?

- It was mac and cheese.
- Oh, my bad!

We have a fight in progress.

It's a takeover.

Outsiders are taking
out Ciarelli's old guard.

- Oh, yeah?
- 18-39 to base.

What you mean, "outsiders"?

Waiting for instructions.

I don't know. Not from Montreal.

There's a suspected
arson over on Berger.

Oh.

So, what do you
think of the new girl?

Always nice to see a
new face in the place.

Yeah, no doubt. No doubt.

She got a couple
years on you, huh?

- I guess.
- Yeah.

You know what that means, right?

Means you're still our rookie.

Whatever.

At least she's hot.

Yeah, she's cool.

She's nice.

She ain't my type, though.

What is your type?

My type...

In 19, someone's
opened a hydrant on Clark.

You're listening
to it, baby boy.

You don't even know
what she looks like.

It don't matter.

19, I need someone on a hydrant.

Officer Tyler Joseph
at your service, ma'am.

Thank you, 19-4.

You did very well.

It's time for Richard's bath.

Stupid thing.

I keep telling the nurse to
change the lines, but she won't.

What happened last night?

Well, I was drunk.

I went out with
a couple of guys.

We had a few too many.

And you brought your gun?

Yeah, I was gonna clean it.

Anyways, that's
all I can remember.

Must not have checked
the chamber right.

Must've forgot.

But the bullet went in here.

And I guess it ricocheted
off my tooth or something

and... got lodged on
the outside of my skull.

But the doc says there's
no permanent damage,

so good to go, Sarge.

That's your story?

Yeah.

Look, Sarge, I know
I'm a screw-up...

but it was an accident.

And the whole thing
happened off duty.

And don't you forget it.

You put a gun to your head.

J.M., you need help.

I know I need help.

Which is why I've already
got counseling set up.

Mm-hmm.

I'm lucky I survived.

Look at me.

I know I got a
lot of work to do.

But make no mistake, Sarge...

I want back on that job.

That's not up to me.

No.

I know it's not.

But, hey, Sarge,
thanks for coming in.

All right, there's nothing
you could do. It's done.

You did what you did.

Yep.

You even look at the guy's
rap sheet, you're implicated.

Remember what happened with Kaz.

Nick, I got it.

You already lied. You
can't undo that now.

Not trying to.

Prisoner in custody.

We're on our way to hospital.

You worried... it's gonna
come back on you?

Detectives in this city... fuck.

Couldn't find their own assholes

if they didn't have a patrolman
to shine a flashlight on it.

I did what I did, I got
away with it, end of story.

This guy's been pulled over
twice in the last three days.

Let's do it.

Let's do something.
Let's start our day.

Do it.

What you pull me
over for, Officer?

Out of the car, sir.

- You got a reason?
- Sir. Out of the car.

Sir, you've been pulled
over recently. Is that correct?

- I didn't do anything!
- Turn around. We'll sort it out.

On top of the car.
Spread your legs.

Spread your legs. Wider.

Uh-uh! Don't
even think about it.

Doesn't matter what's
in your pocket, all right?

You're a juvenile. You'll walk.

Do something stupid,
anything could happen.

Wasn't gonna do anything, man.

Spread your legs.

The fuck was
that? You hear that?

Today's your lucky day, boys.

It's right up here!

That's it, right there.

Police!

Get off! Get off!

- Aah! This is private property!
- Hands up. Hands up.

Shut up! Cuffs?

- Got them.
- You got him?

Look, this is a
business transaction.

- Shut up.
- Nothing happening

- that I didn't pay for.
- You can't pay for rape.

- Shut the fuck up.
- You out of your fucking mind?!

- Kid's a fucking rent boy!
- I know what I saw!

- Don't tell me what I saw!
- Ben! I got it! Check him!

Are you okay? You okay?

- Shut the fuck up!
- You gonna book me?

- I have my rights!
- Shut up!

- No.
- Motherfucker.

No, you're not
being charged here.

So, is 14 as dull
as they say it is?

Lowest crime rate in the city.

So glad to be out.

Nobody complains
like old rich ladies.

Not many of those in 19.

That's mine! Get back!

Hey, look at that.

Play nice, boys.

Should we give
them a little talking-to?

Hell yeah.

Hey!

You boys wanna
look at someone's tits?

- We're not doing anything.
- Really?

That's my boyfriend.
What's your problem?

Mind your own business.

Seriously?

You don't think you
can do better than this?

I'm gonna need you
to empty your pockets.

- All of you.
- This is bullshit.

Yep. Come on, line up, guys.

Let's go. Yep.

Come on, everything
you got. Let's go.

That's right.

All right! Fuck!

19, I'm calling all units
back to the station.

What's this about, Sarge?

You've got 10, people.

Sarge, we gotta stop by
booking. We got an assault.

Move your ass.

Take a seat, please.

J.M. Brouillard was admitted
to the hospital last night.

With a gunshot
wound to the head.

He survived.

Accidental discharge,
that's his story.

Says he was cleaning
his weapon while drunk.

How is he?

Lucky.

The bullet ricocheted.

There won't be any brain damage.

Jesus Christ.

He says he wants to come back.

Could that happen?

It'll be up to his counselor.

And we're supposed
to serve with him?

He will be going to counseling.

I wish he'd done it before.

This job can fuck you up.

One of your squad members
put a bullet in his head.

You serve with this guy.

If you wanna take an hour
and swing by on shift, do so.

It makes a difference.

Counselor's being
briefed by the commander.

Then we'll have a
group session with her.

Who's gonna see
him this afternoon?

Maybe we should
coordinate so we don't overlap.

Why don't we get
through the counselor first?

I guess we knew it was coming.

Guy couldn't do the job.

He'll be back.

- You think?
- Sure.

He'll probably get promoted.

Used to have his
wife to take it out on.

You guys keep in touch at all?

You and Justine?

Me? No. Not much.

19-35.

- Justine was Amélie's friend.
- Over.

Hey. We're, uh, here
about a sexual assault case?

Jim O'Connell?

You'll have to talk
to the administrator.

Top of the stairs, first left.

Thank you.

Excuse me. Montreal Police.

Ms. Miller.

What can I do for you, Officer?

Uh, it's about Jim O'Connell.

He was assaulted.

We came for the rape kit.

He decided against one.

He didn't think the
violation was worth it.

Do you have his address?

That kid's been through enough.

Don't pretend like
the guy who did this

is ever gonna go to jail.

We saw the assault.

Um, Officer Barron and I.

He's a prostitute.

I know how this
turns out. So do you.

If we don't get a rape kit,

then we won't have it if
he ever does this again.

- What about the next kid?
- He'll be a pro, too.

A boy was raped.

He wants you to leave him alone.

All you can do is more harm.

Okay. Okay. You're right.

We'll tell the detective
that he did a runner,

and we'll leave him alone.

I'm sorry about what the
department did to your son.

It was... It had nothing
to do with drugs.

This has nothing
to do with my son.

I need you to leave.

- We're just trying to...
- Now!

Let's go.

Let's go.

Sir?

Will you be putting in a
vehicle request this year?

No. No, no.

Uh, Sergeant...

how did he look?

Better than I thought he would.

I worked with a guy
who killed himself.

He wrapped his
car around a tree.

How did they know
it wasn't an accident?

The only tree for 10 kilometers.

He...

He was a mess.

Well, it was obvious, but,
you know, we just, uh...

called it an accident
and moved on.

It's not like that anymore.

No, no, it's...

it's much better now, you know.

We... We deal with
these things, so...

Thank you, Sergeant.

They cut him loose already?

Detectives didn't
even talk to us.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Get the fuck off me.

We watched it happen. We saw it.

- I know.
- This why you became a cop?

Yeah, this is some crackdown.

- Is it there?
- Yeah. Yeah, right there.

- No crime too small, huh?
- I'm sure.

Is it a warning or an arrest?

Parole violation.
He's going back in.

Huh. What did he do?

Intent to distribute, two years.

No-show to his parole officer.

Ooh, bad boy.

Too bad. Looks like
he was doing good.

His mistake.

Hey!

Is your dad home?

- Ivy?
- Yeah.

Who is it?

Christopher Landry?

We've got orders
to bring you in.

Can't you just call my sister,

get her to come
pick up the kids?

Won't take five minutes.

We can't.

Sorry, sir.

Protocol.

19-4, social worker's tied up,

wants you to
bring the kids over.

Legal guardian is
a Melissa Charles,

1672 Ste-Madeleine.

Copy that, Sarge.

- It's complicated.
- Yeah, I bet it is.

Uh, this is 19-4. We
need a unit for transport.

Ask them if they'll
take the kids.

We'll take 'em.

♪ I want you back, back, back ♪

♪ Yeah, I want you back ♪

Let me take the lead here.

♪ I want you back, back, back ♪

I didn't get charged.

Need to see your
business license, sir.

You're kidding me.

Inspections.

You got that license?

- Yeah, it's over there.
- Can I see it?

Great. We need to look around.

This about the kid?

Routine inspection.

Look, I've been with
him plenty of times.

I never had a complaint, okay?

Okay.

You two don't get it, do you?

It's an act. The innocent thing?

They do it to get a little
more out of their customers,

- that's all.
- I think my partner and I

are both pretty clear
on what we saw.

You are?

So am I.

Same thing I see every
Thursday afternoon.

Don't think we'll
be finished today.

Guess we'll have to come back.

Sorry about that, sir.

Guess we'll be seeing
you again tomorrow.

All right.

- This is bullshit.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, babies. What
are you doing here?

Don't pretend you give a shit.

- Melissa Charles?
- Yeah.

I thought they were
with their dad today.

Parole violation.

Yeah, well, he's got 'em today.
What am I supposed to do?

You have full custody, ma'am.

Come on in, guys.

Wanna come in?

Come on.

Good day, ma'am.

Something tells me they'd have
been better off with their dad.

We're not social workers.

So, this Brouillard guy
as bad as everyone says?

What do you mean?

He got written up for
beating up his wife, didn't he?

You must be hoping
he doesn't come back.

19-38 to base.

- He's a good cop.
- Over.

I don't know about the rest.

Unit 19-38.

You wanna stop by the hospital?

No, you've never
met him. I'll just...

I'll just go after my shift.

19-7, I need cars

at the corner of
Parthenais and Notre-Dame.

Copy that.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- What's the call?
- We're clearing out the park.

And we're gearing up for it?

Commander's orders.

Well, isn't he sweet.
I feel so much safer.

He says it's the
new Cabot Square.

We gotta send out a message.

Did you guys see J.M.?

Nope. I don't need that shit.

You?

No, not yet.

I think I'm gonna go tonight.

You all right there?

Oh, she's got this.

- "She's got this."
- All right.

All right.

Jesus. Salad's half rotten.

I don't even want this.

Looks gross.

You wanna move?

Yeah, I'm done.

Shit.

Did it break?

Fuck!

You know, we could always
stop by a Canadian Tire.

Oh, let's just fucking go.

Heeey!

- Well, hey, handsome!
- Huh.

Wow, you look about a million
times better than I expected.

Those are pretty.

- Yeah, you think?
- Mm-hmm.

I need to put them
in some water.

You don't need that.

So, that was quite the
bender you went on, huh?

And I thought I had
some stories, but, uh...

you got me beat.

Yeah.

That's 'cause I tried
to kill myself, Audrey.

I know.

Whole thing was
a long time coming.

Jesus Christ, J.M.

It's a goddamn shock, isn't it?

But, hey...

a bullet in the head will wake
your ass up, that's for sure.

Might've been the best thing
that ever happened to me.

Set me straight.

Like it's gonna make
me be a better cop.

I don't know.

Makes me wonder...

if I had to go
through all this shit...

you know, just to get me here.

Just to get me... right here.

You get that, right?

Because you...

you've been through
shit, haven't you?

Yeah.

Yeah.

See, me and you...

we're not like the
others, Audrey.

Are we?

No, we're not.

19-8, we've got a
report of a domestic,

1672 Ste-Madeleine.

That's that place
we took those kids.

19-4. We're right
around the corner.

- We'll take that.
- Copy, 19-4.

Show some respect!

This is my house!

- Police!
- Shut up!

- You shut up!
- You fucking bitch!

I told you!

She hit me in the goddamn face!

Stand back right now.

Should have done more than that.

- It ain't your fault, kid.
- I know.

Like you said, we
ain't social workers.

I know.

I said, "I know."

Hey, Sarge.

I got some robbery detective

refusing to issue a warrant.

Indiana Jeans.

What about it?

Guy says you're
wasting his time.

Just a second, Sarge.

Sarge says he's got a
warrant on Martel's place.

Yeah, I got a friend.

Old C.I. of Harvey's.

He swore an affidavit he
sold stolen jeans to Martel.

Well, that's major crime.

It's enough to get
a search warrant.

He's full of shit.
He's gotta be.

Yeah, so is Martel.

Nick's got a C.I., sir.

The detective has no
reason to question it.

I guess you could tell
them to do their job.

All right. I'm happy to let the
piss cascade back onto robbery.

I'll make the call.

You wanna do this, let's do it.

You're late.

You got the warrant?

Contraband?

This is bullshit.
Look, these guys

have been harassing
me for days, all right?

- I wanna call my lawyer now.
- That's your prerogative.

Do your thing, boys.

Yup. Nice knockoffs.

Counterfeit.

- We're done here, Nick?
- Yeah.

All right, Mr. Martel, this is a
summons to appear in court.

You'll be charged at that time.

If you sign here, I'll give
you a copy for your lawyer.

Not a problem.

- Watch your step.
- Oh.

You got a loose tile there
on your raised counter.

Just part of the old
pharmacy used to be here.

- Anything else?
- Let me have a look.

- What?
- Stand over here.

Stand over here with my partner.

Come over here, sir.

- Hey, you have no right!
- Wait right here.

Oh! How about that?

That's a lot of Molly.

Worth your time now?

Get your hands behind your back.

All right, Mr. Martel.

You're going downtown.

It's a good bust.

Dumb luck.

So what?

Guy's gonna do years.

You make your luck.

Someone should tell her.

- Farah.
- Yeah?

I think I'm gonna swing by.

Officer Dionne.
How was your day?

- A1, sir.
- Glad to hear it.

19-41 to base.

Ambulance van towards Clark.

How was her day?

It was good.

No, really. I'll ride
with her again.

Pretty sure she's gay.

What happened, rookie?

Did you hit on her and
she turned you down?

- Just a feeling.
- Mm-hmm.

She hit on you yet?

Pretty sure she's straight.

Hey.

Hey. You heading out?

You up for a drink?

Aw, I wish I could.

- Busy night.
- All right.

I'm up for a drink.

Really?

All right, I'll go ask the guys.

Oh, let's keep it
just the two of us.

More fun that way, right?

All right.

Shit!

Whoo!

Son of a bitch.

Hey.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

What's going on?

- What's that?
- Got some vodka.

Oh, yeah!

You're a champ.

I don't need the
cup. Just gimme the...

Cheers.

Thank you.

Ohh, yeah!

Oh, that's the shit right there.

Oh, that's it. That's
the good stuff.

J.M...

What?

What?

Who's the card from?

Huh? Uh...

the commander had it delivered.

Whatever.

Anyone from 19 come in?

No. Just, uh...

Just Suarez.

That's it?

Yeah. Yeah.

Look, I don't give a shit.

Whatever.

You know, you
kind of freak 'em out.

Might take them some time.

You look like you got
something on your mind.

No.

You're a liar.

What's on my mind is
all the YouTube videos

I've got queued up for you.

- Mm.
- Let me see.

What, more kittens or something?

No, we are light-years
beyond kittens, my friend.

- Oh.
- Look at this.

Thank God.

What kind of degenerate
shit are you watching?

I thought of you.

Ms. Miller?

Officer?

Yeah, the guy who raped Jimmy?

We got him.

Yeah, it was drug charges,
but it was a big bust.

He'll do time.

You want me to tell the victim?

I thought you didn't
have his address.

- I don't.
- Nah, we'll track him down.

So, why are you here?

Just wanted to let you know.

Why?

'Cause you said I
couldn't do anything.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

You get payback for one kid.

What difference does it make?

Well, I like to think it'd make
a difference to his parents.

What was your name again?

Nick Barron.

Nick.

Looking for anything?

I'm right here.

Heeey!

Hey, honey. What
can I do for you tonight?

What do you want?

Uh, we got the guy.

It's a different charge,

but he'll be off the
streets for a while.

Probably longer than
he would've been before.

- So...
- Okay.

You looking for a
freebie or something?

No, I was coming
around this way anyway.

I just thought I'd let you know.

Sure. Thanks.

I'll tell him to piss off.

No, no, it's okay.
He's a regular.

Thanks.