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

Previously on "19-2"...

Police!

Get off! Get off!

- This is a business transaction.
- Shut up.

Nothing happening
that I didn't pay for.

You gonna book me?

No, you're not
being charged here.

They cut him loose already?

Detectives didn't
even talk to us.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- We watched it happen.

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



Excuse me. Montreal Police.

- Ms. Miller.
- A boy was raped.

He wants you to leave him alone.

All you can do is more harm.

Yeah, the guy who raped
Jimmy? We caught him.

You get payback for one kid.

What difference does that make?

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

What was your name again?

- Nick Barron.
- Nick.

This is Roxanne Dionne. She
will be with us from now on.

- 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.

You put a gun to your head.

J.M., you need help.

I want back on that job.

That's not up to me.

You've been through shit.

We're not like the
others, Audrey.

No, we're not.

My man.

I don't want your
money. I want you to go.

- Just pour me a drink.
- Don't pour him a drink.

We will comprehend
the word "serenity,"

and we will know peace,

no matter how far down
the scale we have gone.

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 your report?

No.

The drugs you took?

Yeah, and they
killed him for it.

There's a fucking
gang war going on.

Christ. Let's go.

I'd just like to say thank you.

Thank you.

Paging Dr. Daniels.

And you. You got my number.

You can call me anytime.

Thanks for the
sponge bath, ladies.

Or should I say,
"You're welcome"?

'Cause I am out of here.

I guess I should get going,
or we're not gonna have keys.

Ah, we'll break in, then.

Thanks for doing this, sir.

Oh, hey. Every squad should
have some kind of a blowout.

I mean, why should
19 be different?

Yeah, we used to have
ours at Sergeant Houle's.

Anyway, just keep them
in line till end of shift.

Which apparently will
be over before you go.

Come on!

Oh! Fucking traffic!

Gonna be hard
getting out of town.

We should take the 13.

No, then we gotta
go and take the 640.

We just... We better
just take the 15.

Never take the 15!

Ah, they'll both
be parking lots.

19-7, report of
a traffic light out.

Ste-Urbain near Pine.

Come on, it's end of shift!

19-7. Sorry. Can't take it.

We're still finishing
off that noise complaint.

Copy that, 19-7.

Nicely done.

Thanks.

And we're free!

Whoo!

That's not right.

What uniform drives
an unmarked car?

Shit.

What's going on here?

Uh, speeding. I got it.

Really? Where are you from?

57.

You're under arrest.

- Nice try, asshole.
- The gun!

It's a pellet gun,
it's a pellet gun!

What's going on?

Just stay in the car, madam.

It's a pellet gun.

Nice Halloween costume.

Bitch.

19-7. We have a
cop impersonator.

Oh, shit. Bring him downtown.

- You're arresting him?
- Yeah.

He's not a real
police officer, madam.

What are you talking about?

He's a fake. He's
just pretending.

So I'm gonna need you
to come to the station

and make a statement, okay?

- Yeah, okay.
- Thank you.

Oh, fucking wannabes.

We had two of these
pricks back in 14.

They just fine them, then
kick 'em back out again.

It's bullshit.

Asshole.

You're fucking pathetic.

How we getting there?

13.

Up off Laval, take
the old 148 to Lachute.

13's cut off at the bottom.

I'll take Côte-de-Liesse.

Just want to get out of town.

Ben Chartier.

All right. I'll, uh... I'll...

Can I ask what this is about?

Briefcases want to see me.

Well, that's not good.

You didn't look in the database?

Nothing. Didn't touch it.

If they had something, they'd
come after you with cuffs.

Just keep playing dumb,
right? They can't touch you.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's what I'm good at.

Copy, 19-2.

Oh! Nice digs, Sarge!

- How's the water?
- Cold.

More importantly,
where that barbecue at?

Out back.

- You good?
- Yeah.

Oh! I got it.

- Hey. You'll get through it.
- Yep.

Look at me. Look at me!

Just don't give 'em
anything, all right?

Tell them whatever
you told the detective.

Whatever's coming
isn't coming till Monday.

Take the weekend.

All right?

Come on.

- Hey!
- Hey, hey!

Hey, hey! Ladies!

Yes.

We gonna do it up
this weekend, or what?

- Ooh!
- Mm-hmm.

What can I help you ladies with?

Uh, you can grab the beer.

I can take the beer. No problem.

Look at the view!

We are not in the city anymore.

Ooh-whee!

Wow.

Welcome, welcome.

Ladies, you're upstairs.

Gents, you're over here.

- Who gets the couch?
- I'll take it.

Only an idiot falls asleep at
a squad weekender anyway.

This place is so nice!

Hey, you need help?

Oh, yeah. I got
jobs for everybody!

Corn to husk, taters to peel,

and peppers that
gotta be sliced.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
We gotta peel all those?

Yes, sir.

You know, baked potatoes
are a lot better for you, Tyler.

Do me a favor, Nick. See this?

- Stay out of my kitchen.
- Oh. You got it!

Hey, how come no one's drinking?

What's wrong with you people?

Plenty in the fridge.

- Everything out of the car?
- Nah, we good.

- Just grabbing beer.
- Mm-hmm.

Hm.

Beer?

Yeah. Yeah. Thanks.

Cheers.

Do you have another peeler?

Only one I saw.

Hm, lucky you.

Fuck!

- You son of a bitch!
- Rich!

- You little shit!
- Where did he go?!

- Over here!
- Dulac!

Is there another
soaker? Let's do this!

- No, no, no, I'll stay.
- Come on!

- Go. Go get 'em.
- Hey, okay.

- Can someone give me a gun?
- I got to peel!

- Dulac! Dulac!
- Oh! Really?!

- Aah! Aah!
- Ha ha!

- Come on!
- You little...

Ha ha!

Ah!

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Baby ♪

Goddamn.

How much corn
can a lesbian shuck?

You are hilarious.

I aim to please.

- Your type?
- Roxy?

Nah.

What? She's...

She's... Oh, she's totally,
yes, my type! Yes, okay?

We went out on a date,
we had a great time, and...

I chickened out, okay?

- She hasn't texted me since.
- Don't.

- Don't what?
- Don't do that.

Nick. What?!

What you always do.

Nothing.

Now grow some balls and
go get what you want, girl!

I plan to fix it.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

And by "fix it," you mean...

release the dragon.

Okay.

She is going down this weekend.

Oh, okay.

- Bear?
- What?

Don't drink too much,
now. You know how you get.

I am a fantastic drunk!

Yeah, fantastic!

♪ Oh-oh, baby ♪

- Dickie!
- Yep?

Man the grill. I'm tired.

- Okay.
- Whew!

Oh, you gotta turn
the heat up, Big Dog!

Oh, man, Nick,
would you tell this man

that ribs are meant to
be cooked slow and low?

Slow and low, baby boy!

- Come on, man!
- Come on, now!

Tyler is the barbecue king.

That's right.
Don't you forget it.

- The king?
- Yeah!

- Then let the king do it!
- No, no, no.

The rookie's
gotta man the grill.

- I'm not a rookie.
- Yeah, you are!

You low man on this totem pole.

Shit, you lucky J.M. ain't
here to kabob your ass.

Yeah. Yeah, he already did that.

- Ha!
- That's true.

Ahh!

Whew!

What's gonna happen to him?

I don't know.

I really don't know.

Where my marinade?
Where my marinade at?

Oh, the cooler.

This man actually put
my marinade in the cooler!

- Unbelievable.
- You know, Dickie,

you can get locked up
for that in some states.

You know that, right?

You gotta preserve it!

That's a rookie move.

Oh, man.

- I'm... I'm not needed.
- Hm!

Goddamn rookie.

I gotta do everything
around here.

♪ Got a girl who's
20 kinds of pretty ♪

♪ And that girl can
go all night and day ♪

♪ I got to know
just what she sees ♪

If it works, it is.

Well, unless I'm in
trouble, we can have some.

Hey. Let me help.

You're too late. I'm done.

You got one too many.

It's not a big deal.

Forgot something in the car.

Goddamn rookie
brought penicillin, man!

- Look at this moldy shit!
- I'll go get some.

- Can you take this?
- Yeah.

All right. Anybody
need anything? Darts?

Uh, I didn't see a dartboard.

- Smokes, Sarge.
- I'm good.

- And get the top loaders.
- Yeah.

Where you going?

- Bun mission.
- Coming with.

Uh, what are you doing?

- Making a fire.
- Is it cabin or tepee?

It's a fire.

Didn't you ever go camping?

No, my mom wasn't big
on vacationing homeless.

What is that?

You planning on living
in that after, or what?

It does look good, doesn't it?

Did you bring any drugs?

Maybe Nick has bud.

So, you grew up around here.

- Mm-hmm.
- Jesus.

I thought Shawinigan was small.

Local girls must have
been all over you, huh?

"Oh, Ben, please, take
me on a nature walk

and show me your wood!"

Mm-hmm. That's exactly
how it went down, actually.

- How did you know?
- I just guessed.

All right.

- What?
- All right.

What, you can't handle my buns?

I'm getting some good
buns on you right now.

You doing this?

Oh, fuck!

Come on. Get yours.

Together: Drink!
Drink! Drink! Drink!

Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!

Ha ha ha! Who we got next?

- I'm in!
- Ah!

Hey, T, I don't think you
should be the bartender.

- Nah, I'm a pro, bro!
- Yeah, that's my point.

- Come on.
- No, I'm good. I'm good.

- Come on.
- It's all good, man.

I'm the bartender.

- Light this up!
- Everybody ready for this?

- Yes!
- Light it up!

- Whoo!
- Blow this party up!

- Light it up, partner!
- Whoo-hoo!

Come on. Wave what you got.

- Yeah!
- Whoo!

- Wow.
- Ooh!

Oh!

Oh!

- Whoo!
- Yeah!

Yeah!

Whoo!

Whoo!

- Bravo!
- Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

Yeah!

Nice one, pal.

Always liked fireworks.

Yeah, me too.

You know, it's good
to see the wild Chartier

in his natural habitat.

Well, maybe there's
someplace for you out there, too.

Hm. Yeah.

All right.

Who's up for deathshoes?

Come on, Dulac!
You look athletic!

What's deathshoes?

Same as regular horseshoes,

except you stand
barefoot in the box.

You step out, other
guy gets two points.

No way. I like my feet.

That's right. Keep those
fungi flippers covered.

Ain't nobody trying to see that.

Fuck off, Tyler.

This your guy right here, Sarge!

- He's got you!
- All right, I've got a victim.

- Let's go!
- I got it.

Here, Bear. Hold that for me.

- Got it.
- Ah! What do I do?

- Take these.
- Uh-huh.

Shoes off. Make a little square.

Shoes off?!

- Beer?
- Hey, thanks.

The big dog, right?

Tyler Joseph.

Thinks he knows it all.

He's a career patroller.

I gotta swallow his
bullshit every day...

- All right, all right.
- All right, all right!

- Ha ha.
- Look at him!

One for you and
another one for you!

That's a man that's
gonna drink again.

He's a fuckup waiting to happen.

The fuck are you talk... You
think you're better than him?

Tyler's the most
loyal guy I know.

He's a good
partner. You get that?

You wanna make detective,
you need guys like Tyler

on your side.

The path you're going down now,

with that shit, you
won't live long enough.

Good try! Yeah!

Here we go.

Aah! Aah!

- Damn it!
- Ow!

Hey, Sarge, you need a beer?

Yes!

Nick, you want a
beer for that foot?

You're damn right I do!

All right, who's next?

Come on!

Dulac.

Come check this out.

Have a look.

Don't see stars like
that in the city, huh?

I used to have
an okay telescope.

Make out the moon craters.

Me too.

My dad bought it for me.

Thought I'd be an engineer

or work on the space
arm or something.

What happened?

Shit at school.

My dad expected I'd be a cop.

Then you haven't
disappointed him.

Not yet.

Chartsy! There you are.

- Hey, thank you, sir!
- You got it, pal!

You were right,
man. We needed this.

Yeah, without a doubt.

Times with great friends, right?

Whoa!

Oh, shit.

- Bear!
- What's going on?

- Mmm!
- Whoa!

No, no, no, no. Come
on. Come on, Bear.

Oh! That is strong!

Yes, it is strong!

No.

- Double banger.
- You know what?

I think it's time you
switch over to water.

- What do you think, huh?
- I love you guys.

- Mm-hmm.
- We love you, too, Bear.

Watch my balls.

Whoa, whoa. Bear? Bear? Bear!

Do...

- Hey.
- Hey.

Roxy?

Come on.

You and me. Come on!

How about we stay
here with everyone?

Nobody's gonna notice!

I'm the new girl.

Everyone's gonna notice.

Oh.

Hey, that's mine.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Here.

I'm gonna go get another one.

- Refill?
- Yeah, man!

You know I got you guys covered.

- Yeah, you always do.
- Same deal?

- Same deal.
- All right.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Slow down, Bear.

Well, this is it, huh?

All right, Tyler Joseph.

Last call.

Bring it home, baby.

Yeah, you can do it.

Here.

I don't like the taste of water.

I'm too old for this shit.

I wanna go to bed.

Yeah.

Near-beer.

Chartier brought some
real good Irish whiskey.

No, no, thanks.

Whoo-hoo!

You're either their drinking
buddy or their sergeant.

You can't be both.

Hey, where you been?

Hey!

What happened?

Did the new girl shut you down?

Screw her, Bear.

- Come do shots with me.
- Nope.

You're gonna stay
right here with me.

- Come on.
- No. Come. Let's go.

- Hey. Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah!

- I'm fine. I'm having a drink.
- Are you avoiding me?

That's the stupidest
thing I've ever heard!

You haven't talked
to me in a while.

I am worried about you.

First there was all
that stuff with the kid,

and now all this
shit with J.M...

Audrey, are you okay?

For Christ's sakes,
Bear. Come on.

You don't want
to end up like J.M.

What about J.M.?

Tell her she
needs to talk to us!

What's up? Talk to us.

Fine. You wanna fucking talk?

You wanna fucking
talk? Then let's talk.

Hey! Hey, shut the
fuck up, everyone.

I've got something to say!

Did you go see J.M., Bear?

Tyler?

Ben?

I was gonna go yesterday.

He's been in the hospital
for almost three weeks,

and none of you took the
goddamn time to go see him.

It's 'cause it's J.M., Audrey.

He's a cop, Nick!

It could have been any of us.

He tried to kill himself,

and you can't even
fucking show your face?

That's bullshit!

And he's gonna try again.

Because he wants to die.

What is wrong with you people?

Don't you fucking
feel anything?!

Yeah, you're a bunch of cowards.

I hope no one visits you.

There you are.

Well, that was stupid.

That wasn't the place for that.

But I'm right, though.

This shit is right in
front of our faces,

and we won't even look at it.

The guy's a prick, but
I don't want him dead.

Ben, I feel like...

I feel like I'm the only one
that's keeping him alive...

and he's gonna die
and it'll be all on me.

And I just... I...

I can't do that.

The guy is poison, and you need
to stay the fuck away from him.

I pulled him off his wife.

I was there.

He would have killed her.

You don't owe him shit.

Did this to himself.

It's beautiful here.

Best time of year.

I miss her so much.

I'm fucked up.

I fucked up, Nick. I gotta...

I gotta... I gotta
make it right.

- You can't make it right, Ben.
- I gotta come clean.

No, no. That's bullshit.

- You made your choice.
- Can't live with it.

- Yeah, but you're gonna have to.
- I can't.

I gotta come clean, Nick.

I'm gonna.

Comin' through, boys!

Ahhh!

Ha ha!

- Whoo!
- Jesus, Sarge!

I can help you clean up.

I ain't cleaning shit.

What about the security deposit?

They were dumb enough
to rent their cottage to cops.

Wake up, Dulac. We gotta shift.

I'm up.

How you doin', rook?

Just need a Red Bull.

You assholes!

Only a rookie would sleep
with a squad weekender.

Sucker.

Attention, all officers.

Report to room 5-1-5
for a general meeting.

13-12. Did my
message get through?

Yes. 1201 Millette.

All right. Let's settle
down, everyone.

I know we all had a good time
up north, but it's back to work.

As usual, Sherbrooke
is a shit-show with traffic.

I'm gonna need a couple
of duos working the buttons.

Just like that.

'Sup, rookie? Want a cook?

Right here. Made it
myself. Gluten-free.

My man.

I never figured you were
the Betty "Cracker" type.

So, how long till
you come... back?

Soon as they let me.

Hi, Nick. Bye, Nick.

You look good, but
these taste like shit, man.

I feel good. I feel good.

- Thank you.
- J.M.

Good to see you.

Always, Bear.

What are you doin'?

- Just saying hello to my peeps.
- You shouldn't be here.

Well, I'm coming back, Chartier.

You're a fuckup, J.M.

Nobody wants you here.

That's not true.

Well, guess you
better hit the road.

J.M.'s not right in the head.

The department
won't let him back.

- Will they?
- 19.

- Shh, shh.
- There's a traffic light

out at Wellington
and Charlevoix.

I love that woman.

Aah!

Oh, gun, gun!

He's in the station!

- Shooter!
- Right!

Shooter! Get down!

Somebody help me!

Station 19. We have
an active shooter.

888, report of
gunshots at Station 19.

Hey, fucker!

All units, stand by for 10-19.

- What the fuck?!
- We have an 888 in Station 19.

- 19?
- Suspect fled

Station 19 on foot,
heading west on Wellington.

Male, 5'8", Caucasian.

Brown hair, clean-shaven.

He's dressed as a cop.
Repeat... dressed as a cop.

Carrying an assault weapon.

Assigning additional
units to start box search.

19, Sergeant
Suarez. Do you copy?

Sergeant Suarez?

Sergeant Suarez
was in the station.

This is 19-21. I'll
coordinate the box search.

Copy that.

Incoming units,
check with 19-21.

19-12. At Wellington and Bridge.

All available units,
form a perimeter.

19-7, you take William.

Copy.

- Come on.
- 19-5, take Shannon.

- Copy.
- 19-4, Ottawa.

OFFICER #2:19-9. Heading down.

- 19-2, Peel.
- Copy that.

Suspect heading west on
Brennan, corner Nazareth.

- 19-2. We're on Brennan.
- 19-38. En route.

19-2. We got eyes
on the suspect.

He's heading north
into a construction site.

- You fucker!
- Get after him.

This guy does not get away.

19-2. Suspect's heading
north into a construction site.

We've got eyes on him.

- 19-4, back up 19-2.
- Good?

Copy that.

- Drop it!
- Drop your weapon!

- I said, "Drop your weapon"!
- Drop your weapon!

- Drop it! Drop it!
- No, no, no! Stop, stop!

Cops, they're both
cops. Drop your weapons.

Put 'em down.

What the fuck are we doing here?

19-2. It was a false
sighting. Solo officer.

Repeat... It's a solo officer.

No solos inside the perimeter.

Repeat... sergeant's orders.

Everyone pair up.

Fuck! Where is he?!

Slow down. I'm missing shit.

19-4, check in.

19-4. No visual.

Okay. Head south on Ann.

- 19-7.
- 19-7. Negative.

Take Dalhousie.

Fuck!

19-21. I'm taking fire.

Officer under fire.
What's your location?

Shit.

Fuck!

Where is he, 19-21?

19-21, do you copy?

Suspect is in an
underpass on St. Maurice

between Nazareth and Inspecteur.

St. Maurice between
Nazareth and Inspecteur.

Hey, fucker, you missed me!

I got him firing on me.
Come in from the east.

Get behind this cunt.

19-4, coming in.
We got you, Bear.

Hey.

There's Bear. There's Bear.

I'm still here!

Shit.

I see Tyler. Hold on.

Go! Go! You go.

You motherfucker.

Drop your weapon!

Oh.

19-2. The threat's
been neutralized.

This is Commander Gendron.

Hold the perimeter.
Hold your positions.

- Bear! Bear!
- I'm good!

Bear!

- Are you okay?!
- I'm good.

- Look at me!
- I'm good.

19. All units check in with me.

19-21.

19-7.

Holy shit.

19-2.

Unit 19-31, please
report to officer in charge.

Come on, bro. We good. Let's go.

19-4. We good.

It's gonna be all right.

19-9. Holding at St-Antoine.

OFFICER #2:37-8.
We're at Wellington.

Copy that, 37-8.

Check in at the
command post before...

DISPATCHER #2:19-39, can
we have a confirmation on that?

OFFICER #3:37-4 checking in.

Should we head back to post?

OFFICER #4:19-38 to base.

10-4.

WOMAN #2:12-25.

Sorry. No one goes inside.

Suarez?

I don't know what's
going on, bro.

Yes, okay, I understand.

I know. Thank you.

Yeah. Thank you.

The station is a crime
scene. No one goes in.

If you haven't given
your statement already,

you can do it downtown tomorrow.

It's been a long
enough day already.

Command center's over there
if you want to turn in your belts.

So, what happened?

Shooter wanted to be a cop.

He applied to the academy.

A few times.

You'll know more as we do.

How many casualties?

Four officers
sustained injuries.

I just got an update
from the hospital.

Sergeant Suarez is in surgery.

And, um...

Officer Jean-Marc Brouillard
died engaging the shooter.

As you know, you
shouldn't discuss any of this

until you've given
your statements.

Did a great job out there today.

I'm proud of all of you.

Fuck regulations.
Y'all going to Marie's?

I'm going home.

I got a meeting I could go to.

Audrey's right.

It's time to go home.

I'll take your belt.
I'll hand in your belt.

Thanks, man.

I heard.

It was all over the news.

You okay?

I don't know.

I don't know.