19-2 (2014–…): Season 4, Episode 5 - Flowers - full transcript

Previously on "19-2"...

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?

Yep. They killed him for it.

There's a fucking
gang war going on.

I hate you! I hate you.

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.

What are you doing?

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

I'm comin' back, Chartier,
whether you like it or not.

You're a fuckup, J.M.
Nobody wants you here.

That's not true.

Hey, fucker!

Officer Jean-Marc Brouillard
died engaging the shooter.

I heard. It was
all over the news.

You okay?



I don't know.

Hey.

How'd you know where I live?

You wrote me a letter.

Come on.

You're dressed up.

Funeral.

- I'm sorry.
- Eh.

Nice place.

Yeah, I'm, uh... just
getting settled in.

Where you living?

Uh, I got a room, but I'm
looking for something better.

- Yeah.
- You got anything to eat?

Uh, no. No, not much.

Nobody teach you
how to feed yourself?

You're my mother now?

Hardly.

Why'd you write this?

Well, I...

I wanted to see you.

Why?

What, you got anyone
else you can call?

Yeah, I'm the one
who needs company.

You ready?

Martine.

This isn't a good
time. I'm gonna go.

I should get your cell number.

I know where you live.

She looks okay.

I'll get my hat.

How, uh... How long are
you gonna be on those?

I get a cane next week.

So don't get too comfortable.

Just keeping your
chair warm, Sarge.

They're gonna
open the doors now.

What's he doing?

What he should be.

Acting Sergeant Beatrice Hamelin

will now speak for the squad.

Jean-Marc Brouillard
was on the job for 16 years.

I served with him
on nine of them.

Very few cops have to
face what happened in 19.

Most of us weren't there.

We were on patrol.

The few of us that were are
alive right now because of J.M.

J.M. wasn't in uniform.

He wasn't armed.

But he stood up.

He took on an assault
weapon with another cop's gun.

He's a hero.

We'd all like to think
we could be that brave.

General salute!

Salute!

Prepare to march.

March.

March.

March.

You believe it snowed?

It's supposed to melt tomorrow.

Fucking November.

- Feel him move?
- Don't be gross.

No, it's true.

You could feel
him in the coffin.

Barron, what the hell was that?

It was his wife.

- Which are they?
- Ah. These two.

You arrest the shooter?

Me and Dionne, sir.

We didn't know he was a shooter.

How could you?

Goddamn judge cut him loose.

You did everything right.

Thank you, sir.

- Shall we?
- Richard.

I've gotta go.

I'm with you.

Excuse me. You're
the guy, right?

You took the shot at the school?

- Yeah.
- I'd like to shake your hand.

Ben Chartier.

Jim Curran. Retired
a couple years ago.

Oh, all right.

I got a couple of friends
who'd like to meet you.

Oh, well, listen,
we're just on our way...

Apparently you have
something that belongs to them.

Something you took
from a dead man's trunk?

What did you say
your name was again?

Jim Curran. Look me up.

Get your shit
together. I'll be in touch.

- We should talk.
- Let's talk another time.

It's his fucking funeral, Ben.

- Let's do it now.
- Let's do this another time.

Is it so hard?

- What do you want me to say?
- That he died for you, too.

And I'm not asking
you to be a cheerleader.

He was a fucked-up
guy. I get that.

Why do you care what I think?

Because you're my
friend. And he's dead.

I'm sorry.

Copy, 19-2.

I didn't know that Bear
used to be a sergeant.

Yeah. Yeah, she got
busted back to patrol.

What happened?

She gave up her gun.

Some crazy guy
shot Dulac with it.

Nothing dull about 19.

Chartier.

Yes, I did, and, uh, the
sooner, the better, please.

Yeah, will do. Thank you.

Yes, thank you.

I gotta go see Internal.

Jesus Christ. We just
put a guy in the ground!

- Yep.
- I thought they postponed it.

Yeah, they did. I
asked for a meet.

I got approached the other day.

Um, ex-cop named Jim Curran.

He's been retired
a couple years.

- You know him?
- I don't recall.

What do you mean
he approached you?

He just came up
to me at the funeral.

He said he wanted
to shake my hand

for the school-shooting thing.

And then he said
that the shit that I took

belongs to some friends of his.

It's pretty much
exactly what Figo did.

No one said
crooks were original.

- You look him up?
- No.

No, I'm going straight
to Internal about this.

Gonna do it by the book.
Not... Not screwing around here.

Yeah, you're right.
You should take it in.

- Yep.
- But don't...

Don't admit you took the drugs.

- I have to!
- No.

- Yes!
- No, Ben.

You say you did it,
then you're the problem.

- They'll charge you and be done.
- No.

And they will not make you
part of the fucking investigation,

because there will not be one.

No. You don't know that.

Think about it.

You say you're
dirty, you're done!

You say you're innocent, they
got something they can work.

You can have justice,
or you can tell the truth.

Pick one!

Thank you.

- You're Chartier.
- Yeah.

Um, this is my
partner, Nick Barron.

He involved in this?

I'm here for moral support.

Uh, look, something's come up.

I've been approached
by an ex-cop.

He thinks that I took something

from the guy that I was
following on "O" unit.

His name's Jim Curran.

- How do you know him?
- I don't.

I haven't even run him yet.

I'm bringing this
straight to you.

What does this
ex-cop think you took?

I figure drugs. I don't know.

You have the right to a lawyer.

No. I don't want one.
I'd like to work this.

Come with me.

Uh, it could be a while.

I'll wait.

Chairs over there.

Goes in here.

Thanks.

What do you want?

Long espresso.

What are you in for this time?

It's not me. It's my partner.

He's talking to Internal.

It's like a virus, isn't it?

First you got it from Harvey.

Then you passed it
on to the country boy.

Subject is Officer Ben Chartier.

Interview conducted
by Detective Dupuis.

I'm sorry. Who's this?

Commander Gerard, observing.

So, let's cut to the chase.

Someone thinks
you stole their drugs.

Apparently.

Why would they think that?

I was watching a
guy with a detective.

The guy got killed.

Yes. We've been wanting
to talk to you about that.

And now I'm here.

On the night in question,

Detective Lapointe
left her post, correct?

Yes, sir.

And you signed out
the duty log alone?

Yes, sir.

Is that how Curran
knew about me?

Did someone look at the log?

Where did Lapointe go?

Well, she didn't say.

Did she say why?

Work, personal...

Anyway, she left you
alone on surveillance,

which makes you the last
person to see Robert Dorme alive.

That's the man
you were following.

No, it doesn't. He
was with a driver.

We haven't been
able to locate him.

And you don't know anything

about what this
ex-cop says is missing?

No, do you?

Look, I've been threatened here.
What are we gonna do about it?

Technically, you've been
asked to return what you stole.

I didn't steal anything.
The guy who sent Curran.

He's the guy who
killed the dealer, right?

We can go after this
guy. I can wear a wire.

You guys can get
drugs out of impound.

That's not going to happen.

Well, whoever's gonna work this.

Organized crime, whoever's...
Whoever's acting on this.

You need to understand
something, Officer.

Nobody is going to
work anything with you.

- We've looked at your record.
- What's wrong with my record?

You just killed your
second teenager

four months after
your girlfriend died.

And I'm not even gonna
start talking about your partner.

You want some advice?

Take some time off.

Spend a year on a desk.

You can't let people
threaten a cop.

You can't let people
threaten a cop.

You don't need
to worry about that.

- Oh, I think I do.
- We'll keep an eye on you.

And you'll report to us

the second he gets
in contact with you.

Are you gonna do
anything about this?

I have a right to know.

We'll take it from here.

Thank you, Officer Chartier.

Either of you ever work
with Inspector Elise Roberge?

And I can't be trusted?

- How'd it go?
- Awesome.

- They workin' it?
- Not with me.

Why'd they cut you out?

Because I'm not
fucking reliable!

They looked at my
record and yours, too.

Well, mine's a shit-show.

Yeah? Well, mine's
no better now.

How worried should
I be about this?

Did they give you protection?

They said something about
"keeping an eye on me,"

but they don't seem
too worried about it.

At all.

Mobsters.

They didn't touch me.

And they knew I was
a part of what Kaz did.

You're a cop.

They won't be that stupid.

19-2, we have a
trespassing complaint

on Amherst. Liberty Trattoria.

Copy.

You called the cops?

He's right over there.
He's trespassing.

That's my terrasse.
You believe this shit?

You're not even using it.

Hey, there! Hello!

You okay?

What's it to you?

Really think this is the best
place to be pitching tent?

I'm out of the wind.

All right, it's time to
pack up, friend. Let's go.

Don't fucking touch
me, you meatheads!

- Don't you fucking touch me!
- Don't you touch us!

- You military?
- Yeah.

- You should know better.
- Sir, yes, sir.

You think you can
assault a police officer?

Okay. It's okay.

That was fucked up, man. My bad.

Lucky I'm not in a
hostile mood, asshole.

I get that.

- Let's get him to a shelter.
- Yep.

Already tried that.

No beds. Bullshit.

They got nobody in there.

- What shelter's this?
- Rising Dawn.

I know they got a bed.

They got this little fucking
private-club thing going on.

Yeah? We're gonna
go try anyway, all right?

- What's your name?
- Petra.

Petra? All right, Petra.

I'm gonna try and get you up
one more time, all right? And...

- I'm gonna be good.
- All right.

There you go.

- How bad am I?
- Now you're all right.

Look, I'm telling you,
fellas... They won't take me.

No, we can get you somewhere.
I'll take you to Verdun.

No, fuck no! What am
I gonna do in Verdun?

Really? You have obligations?

I do have a life, yeah.

Sorry. And it's not
in fucking Verdun.

Ah, you'll be fine.

- You all right?
- Yep. Thank you.

All right, wait right here.

Hey. Uh...

Can I help you?

Yeah, we're looking for a bed.

Petra.

Sorry. No chance. He's banned.

Fuck you, asshole. You
got plenty of room in there.

Not for you I don't.

- Try the Old Brewery.
- Hang on. Sir?

Sir, you mind if we
come in for a second?

Yeah, actually.

Yeah, well, it's
a public shelter,

so we're coming in all the same.

Excuse me. Thank you.

Fuck you, bitch!

We're just looking around.

Whoa, whoa! Hey.
Wait for us, please.

Guys, guys, get the...

- What the fuck is this?
- Ah, fuck off.

What the hell is this?
You allow alcohol in here?

No! Put the smokes out.

- Let's go! Everybody out.
- Everybody outside. Let's go.

Ah.

Put the smokes out.

Come on, everybody out.

Come on. Let's go. Come on.

- Let's go! Playtime's over.
- Ah!

Go fuck yourself.

You believe this joke?

Shh. Shh.

Fuck me.

What's going on?

Sir?

Do you know anything about
the Rising Dawn shelter?

Should I?

19-2 just laid some
nuisance charges.

I put them in.

They're all flagged
by Guns and Gangs.

- Who are?
- Apparently,

people at the shelter, sir.

- I'll follow up.
- No, it's all right.

- I'll do it. Send me the files.
- Yes, sir.

Nice meeting you.

- Commander.
- Fill me in.

You hear me?!

Well, we got a complaint

that this place is turning
people away with open beds

and checked it out.

Found four parolees drinking
beer with a female companion.

First Nations, right?

What's going on, sir?

Apparently, this
shelter's been co-opted

by members of the
Northern Brotherhood.

- It's a native prison gang.
- Never heard of them.

Neither had I. Not much
of a street presence,

but they do seem
to have one here.

We're taking this on.

I'm posting a unit 24/7.

Gang members out, homeless in.

We have enormous
public sympathy right now,

and this is the perfect
way to leverage it.

Let's be seen moving a prison
gang out of the neighborhood.

At the same time, get some
homeless out of the parks.

The optics on this
are exceptional.

Louis. Marcel.

You got a minute?

Politics?

Yeah, well, it's still
the right thing to do.

Okay, folks,

you're gonna need to
find someplace else to stay.

Everyone out! Let's move it!

- Let's go!
- But my stuff's inside.

19-4, are you back on?

Uh, 10 minutes.

Lunch is over, Joseph.

Get your ass to the
Rising Dawn shelter.

Relieve 19-2.

Yes, ma'am. Right away, ma'am.

So, what's up with you and Bear?

Nothing.

I mean, we went out once.

Then she ghosted me.

She seemed pretty
into you up north.

Bit awkward.

Yeah, she's not the best drunk.

Mnh-mnh.

You ever date on the job?

- Mm-hmm.
- How'd that work out?

- Oof.
- Mm.

But Bear's awesome. Trust me.

Go for it.

Every corner.

Any action?

Couple bad dudes came in.
Didn't put up much resistance.

Seriously supposed
to be here 24/7?

And what's wrong with that?

We buried a cop yesterday.

You'd think they'd give us
something important to do.

- You kids have fun.
- Yeah, easy for you to say.

You're logging out!

- Hey.
- Yeah?

I think you should stay
at my house tonight.

What happened to
"No one'll touch a cop"?

I got the room.

I'm not hiding.

19-29 to base.

Person into custody.

Could Detective Turgeon

please come to the
examination room 2B?

Somebody here from downtown?

This is for the wall.

I'll hang it.

I got a bill in the mail today.

Some custom
holster J.M. ordered.

You don't have to pay for that.

I will.

I'm the beneficiary.

I get his pension.

I can pay his bills.

They said he was a hero.

Was he?

No.

He wasn't.

But he died like one.

Bastard always
got what he wanted.

- Stay in touch, all right?
- Yeah.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

- Farah.
- Nick.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, yeah. Yes.

I'm sorry. I'm
sorry. It's just...

I'm just going crazy right now.

Antoine's with
his father, and...

I need to get out of here.

Where do you wanna go?

Anywhere.

Go ahead, sir. Lots of beds.

Go on in.

Fighting crime, all the time.

What's the matter, young
fella? We're doing a good thing!

Hey!

What's your name?

Larose.

Thomas?

Yeah, you're banned.

Parolees aren't supposed
to congregate, are they?

Jesus Christ, I'm just sleeping!

There's other beds.

Let's go.

Keep going. Turn
around. Walk out.

Keep going. Let's go.

Get this through
your head, all right...

The shelter is
closed to you. Okay?

- Okay, fuck, I'm leaving!
- Don't fucking come back!

Jesus Christ, Dickie, man.
You're living up to your name.

Shut up.

No wonder people
want to shoot you.

Assholes!

Aah! Aah!

All right! That's it!

- That's enough!
- Say that again!

You heard him!

- He can't fucking touch me!
- It's done! You showed him!

- Sir, are you okay?
- No, my fucking leg!

Aah!

He's gonna need to see a doctor.

You're not gonna look
good here, Richard!

What the fuck is
that?! He attacked me!

He said cops could
get fucking shot!

I'm gonna bust his
fucking ass for this!

- I got rights!
- All right, all right!

All right, all right, all right!

- Enough of you!
- Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Way I see it, you assaulted a
police officer while on parole.

Complaint from you gets
you back inside, youngblood!

He broke my fucking leg!

Hey, calm down.

But, hey, if you want to
make a complaint, go ahead.

I'ma put you in lockup,

tell all the guards inside
what you said about cops.

You know what's gonna
happen then, right? Yeah.

Now, the other option for
you is to keep your mouth shut,

go to hospital, fix your little
leg, and walk away, my friend.

I don't need to go downtown.

That's what I figured.

We'll take him.

Rox, get the door.

- Aah!
- Let's go.

All right.

I got you. I got you.

Dr. Baker to maternity, please.

Dr. Baker.

- Hello.
- Hi.

We're making a drop-off.

What happened to him?

Well, we just, um...

We kind of found
him this way. Right?

I got hit by a car.

You got a health card?

Yeah.

Doctor?

They say it was a car accident.

Okay. Let's have a look.

Take his shoe off, please.

Let me see. Okay.

Dr. James, pick up line four.

- Dr. James, line four.
- Okay. Now, this is gonna hurt.

We'll have to cut these off.

Okay. Take him to X-ray.

Yes.

Excuse me.

- Well, thank you. So much.
- You do that to him?

Me?

He didn't get hit by a car.

Well, a lot of
people lie to cops.

And you felt the need
to bring him in personally.

Come on. Don't bullshit me.

What did he do?

He put his hands on a cop.

Said some things.

Not to me, but a rookie.

Low anger threshold.

What did he say?

He said, "No wonder
people want to shoot cops."

And my station's the
one that just got shot up.

A cop died.

He kind of had it coming.

- Okay. I get it.
- Thank you.

And if he wants to make a
complaint, call Station 19.

I'm Officer Pouliot.

Officer Pouliot.

Got it.

I'm Liam.

And he's a doctor!

In 19, we have a gas leak.

47, looking for a car at
Notre-Dame and Pie-Neuf.

Shift's over, Dickie.

Might as well just let it go.

Our own fucking
house gets shot up,

and we're supposed to
just walk around taking shit?

I hear you, man.

There are better
ways to respond.

I'll probably get a
complaint in my file.

First shift after his funeral.

You'd think they'd cut
us some fucking slack.

Just want, like, a
sliver of respect.

Is that so much to fucking ask?

You didn't see all the
flowers outside the station?

I know you did.

You know what
that means, Dickie?

Ain't nobody hatin' on us, man.

You the one hatin' on them.

I feel stupid.

You shouldn't.

How should I feel?

I can't tell you that.

Good answer.

I'm not desperate.

I have plenty of
people in my life.

I don't have to call
the cop who did...

the bad news.

I'm glad you did.

Antoine's with his father?

Yep.

They close?

No.

I cut Junior off.

He's not a good influence.

Antoine needs a father, and...

His dad's trying.

Junior?

It suits him.

This is nice.

- Sir?
- You're Gendron?

I'm Councilor Francoeur.

What can I do for
you, Councilor?

Can we talk in your office?

You understand?!

Look, we filed all the
appropriate paperwork!

There are jobs at stake here!

I hope you understand

that we're not putting
up with this anymore!

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you for waiting.

- Let's go.
- 19-38 to base.

10-44. Over.

Great place to raise kids.

Yeah, looks like it.

My mother would approve.

Yeah, we, uh...

We used to live near a
park like this after we moved.

Mm.

Could see the skating
rink from my window.

Kids playing pick-up.

Did you play hockey?

Unh-unh. Basketball.

Oh.

- Antoine does, too.
- Hm.

Thank you.

You're not supposed
to call back.

Well...

Well, I'm not up
on the etiquette.

I'm busy right now.

Okay.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Okay.

Oh, Chartier sighting!

Oh! Chartsy!

Hey, my man! I'm gonna
have a ginger ale over here,

and a couple of
beers for my friends!

- What are you two doing?
- What else?

Bitchin' about my partner.

Oh, you're having
problems with little Richard?

Oh, yeah. Cocky
Dickie's out there

every day trying to be the man.

Me, I'm trying to make
it through my shift.

You see the
conflict of interest?

Cut him some slack!
He's just a newbie.

He acts like the world owes
him something. It's annoying.

I'm sure he's no better
than you back in the day.

Ha ha.

I'm convinced that kid is just
messing with my bucket list.

You really have one?

Come on, man. You
think I'm playing around?

- Huh? It's right here.
- Oh, shit.

Tyler's bucket
list. Come on, man.

Let me see that.

Save a baby, shoot a
perfect score on the range...

Well, you're dreaming there.

Ha ha! You gotta dream, my man!

Cheers to that!

- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- You're an animal.
- Oh!

- Look who it is!
- Hey!

Hey!

Can we have three
shots over here?

Yes.

How's it going? You good?

Yeah.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you again.

Well, well, well.

We are going to see the chief.

The chief wants to see me.

- What's going on?
- Councilman Francoeur

has a piece of a
cigarette-making operation

on the reserve, and
his tribal friends, they...

they want their shelter back.

But that's not happening?

Not if the chief is stepping in.

How come he is?

We got shot up.

Nobody walks all over us.

Not this week.

Not on my watch.

- You try it there.
- No.

- Let me grab them keys from you.
- No, man, I'm fine.

- I can drive. I'm a cop.
- Yeah, she's good.

Oh, shit!

We forgot to toast J.M.

To J.M. frickin' Brouillard.

- May you rest in peace.
- Mm-hmm.

Brouillard. Let me grab
them keys from you.

No. Come on.

- Bye.
- Mm.

- Later.
- Drive safe.

Bye.

Do you wanna walk with me?

He was good to me, Ben.

I get it.

I figure he wanted to die.

- Suicide by cop killer.
- Hm.

It doesn't matter anymore.

He's gone.

I know.

So...

ready to make things right?

- What do you think you're doing?
- It's not complicated.

I got nothing that belongs
to you or your friends.

Stop right there.

- Come on, patrolman.
- I told you once!

You don't seem to
understand the situation here.

You gotta work something out.

No.

It's not just you.

Your partner...

your girlfriend there you've
been walking with, Pouliot...

Fuck you! They've got
nothing to do with this.

Yes, they do.

That's what I'm trying
to explain to you.

Look, I've been in
the same situation.

I've been in the same
fucking hole, my man.

That's why I'm telling
you what's involved.

Just...

Explain that to me. Tell me...

Tell... Tell me what that
means. You say you've been

- in the same position?
- Oh, yeah.

Don't move. Don't
move. Don't fucking move.

You wearing a wire?

You crazy?

You looking for a
confession, is that it?

Look, the guy was stupid.

He should have left the
driver with the car, but he didn't.

You know that.
You were watching.

So if you don't have what
I need, tell me who does.

I cut up your shit, and
I put it into the river.

It's gone, and you can tell
your fucking friends that.

- That was not fucking smart.
- Yeah, well, it's gone.

- That's it.
- You're not protected from this,

even if you're a fucking
cop. I'm telling you!

Yeah, you come near me
again, I won't hesitate, okay?

It won't be me.

And if anything happens to
my partner or anybody else,

I'm coming for you.