19-2

Previously on 19-2...

Your cousin pissed some people off pretty badly.

He was buried in the basement of an abandoned house.

- What's in his mouth? - Concrete.

Homicide didn't even tell me tell me, they held it back, sons of bitches.

- Is this a group home? - Yes, it is.

There's a shed

over there and it's like some kids have been using it as a clubhouse of some sort.

If anybody decides to come forward anonymously, gimme a call.

Get me out of that shithole and I'll tell you all about it.

There must be a better place for the girl somewhere.

Well, there isn't.

Well, she's got an uncle.

If he didn't get custody, there's a reason.

Congratulations to patrolman Richard Dulac,

who faced his first real shit show and didn't make a fool of himself.

Pouliot, you're with me.

- I'm in the sergeant van again? - Yeah. I'll see you outside.

The only thing you know how to do is drink and bullshit people, am I right?

But many of them do recover, if they have the capacity to be honest.

If you don't mind me asking, ma'am,

I'm not quite clear on what you're doing here.

You don't need to be.

- You don't remember me. Charlie Figo. - He's a crook.

Looks like he's mobbed up.

- Homicide is not gonna... - They don't know.

- Nick's not gonna do anything stupid. - Not on my watch.

I could hear best from the vent. Like a grown man's screams.

Sounded like some kind of animal after a while.

Yeah, just a second. Let me step away.

What's that about? He's supposed to be conducting an interview.

They're showing her photos. One detective can handle it.

Someone brings you a witness, you'd think they'd let you observe.

Get you a coffee.

Are you sure? Look at them all.

We're not in a rush.

She's been here four hours already.

How much longer is this gonna take?

OK, I'm calling it. This can be the last stack for today.

Excuse me, I said I'm calling it. This is voluntary.

When can you bring her back?

You can contact me with some proposed times.

- What's going on? - Girl's done for today.

How about we bring some food in, take a break?

Let's go, Martine.

- Did she ID someone? - Nope.

We're done. I'm not having her go through every mugshot they have.

Did you look at a guy named Charlie Figo?

Excuse me?

It's just a hunch. The guy was strutting around my cousin's funeral,

acting like he knew something. Could you at least just show her a picture?

- I can pull a mugshot. - Figo, F-i-g-o. Owns the Fortuna.

Oh, I know who he is.

We'd like to show the girl one more line-up, if that's alright.

One.

What are you doing?

No. I don't know anyone.

And we're done.

Sorry. No luck.

Worth a try.

Hey. Almond milk, right?

- You didn't have to do that. - That's what good partners do.

We are still partners, right?

Take it easy there, Rook.

Cutting it close there, boys.

- That's how we roll, Mama Bear. - Chartier-Barron, 19-2,

lunch at noon, foot patrol at 4. Pouliot-Dulac, 19-7, lunch at 1,

foot patrol at 5. Tyler, you're on solo, lunch at 1.

- What you grinning at, Rookie? - He's not riding with you.

- No beautiful faces? - Not today. Be safe out there.

Tyler, I'm looking at you. Don't burn your eyes, girl.

Good question, though, Richard. Good question.

Nice parking, asshole.

I thought I'd gotten somewhere.

Kid played me like a book. You don't know that.

- Pretty sure. - Well, you tried,

it didn't work. There's nothing you can do.

- Am find a place for her? - Yeah. Stay away from it.

I'm serious, listen. Homicide's just itching for an excuse.

[All available units, we've got a fight in progress, ]

- - 192, we got that.

19-2, we're on scene, 2700 Richelieu.

- - Fuck me.

What's going on here?

They're trying to kill my dog with chicken bones!

Calm down, we'll come up and take statements.

It's been barking

since 4 o'clock in the morning! Nice bone for you.

- Bitch! You bitch! - Calm down. Get back inside.

Stop it with the bones already!

That's enough. Stop it.

Hey, hey, hey! That's enough! That's enough!

Gimme those. Gimme the bones.

Take that, asshole!

Stop resisting! Stop resisting!

Hey! Police! Stop what you're doing right now!

Stop! Really?!

Chicken.

Get used to it.

- I'm so goddamn bored. - Yeah,

it's Monday afternoon. It's not exactly high-crime time.

Look at this guy.

- Let's bust him. - Nah, let him be.

There's some tents up in HoMa. We could go roust 'em.

- That is so depressing. - Yeah.

You're right.

I was just trying to help.

- See you in a bit. - Yeah.

Dickie.

- Hey. - Hey.

How's it going riding with the rook?

- I haven't had to change his diapers. - Ha. Yet.

- Ha. - No, but seriously, you feel OK? You good?

- What the hell is that? - Well, I just mean... I don't think

you should be stuck with a newbie.

What, you think I can't take care of him?

- I'm not thinking about him. - Nice.

Well, I'm doing real well, Nick, thanks for asking.

- Heard you boys had a long day today. - Yeah, we did, Sarge, I mean...

But thank Christ Richard showed up. Saved us one chicken bone at a time.

Yeah, why don't you just piss off, Chartier?

What's that?

- Out of line, rookie! - Stand up for yourself, Dickie!

- Grow some balls, Dickie! - Grow a 'stache!

I can't tell you guys apart!

That won't work. You won't be able to see it.

We can draw one on.

We can draw one on.

- Oh, hold on, hold on. - Perfect.

- Uh-oh! - Stop resisting!

Where did that come from?

Give him a break, give him a break. He's had a long day. Now tell me who hurt you

so Mama Bear can go beat 'em up.

Alright, be good, children. I'm gonna catch you.

- Grab a beer? - I gotta pick up Theo. Next time.

- You sure? - I'm very sure.

Going once,

twice... alright.

OK, we need a cop in here or something.

Coming!

I already called your boss. You can't do the deck this week.

Some asshole from the city's holding up the permit, so...

You're Theo's father, aren't you? I am so sorry.

No, it's fine.

- It's fine. - No, it's not, actually.

- Can I offer you a drink, at least? - Sure, why not?

Oh my God, this looks so good.

Where'd you learn to cook like that?

Your mom?

- Hell no. - Your ex?

Last time I checked, a man can learn to cook by himself, Am.

- He doesn't need a woman to teach him. - Totally. No shit.

It was your ex, wasn't it?

Yeah, we... we took a couple classes together.

Mm-hmm.

- Why, you jealous? - Grateful.

This isn't the most multicultural neighbourhood.

Yeah, I know.

I grew up, like, ten minutes from here.

Really?

In the suburbs?

First Côtedes-Neiges, then we moved out here when I was 14.

Thank you.

Wow. You must've made it into all the high school brochures.

I guess you could say that.

It gave me the skills I needed to take advantage

of all the beautiful women who thought I was their gardener.

We probably went to the same high school.

No, I think you'd know if we did.

So Nick's done with Martine, correct?

- Yeah, he should be. - Should?

- Nick and should don't go together. - I know.

This isn't about Nick. I shouldn't have brought her in.

She couldn't identify anybody. It's a dead end.

- Yeah, he's done with her. - And Kaz?

Aw, dammit.

This is not gonna be good news.

Amélie de Grace.

Yeah. Hang on one second, I'm just gonna go...

Well, I'm sure

you're gonna want to take Theo home.

I doubt these two have actually done any homework.

You're probably right. Let's go.

Oh, we're still on for that date, though, right?

He's joking.

- No, I'm not. - He is.

- Nice girlfriend, son. - Yeah.

- Did you get any homework done? - Yeah, it was...

it was chemistry. Oh, I'm sure it was.

What about the mother, Claire? What's her story?

Dad, really?

- Sorry about this. - You kidding? You saved me a trip.

- What's up? - We're about to find that out.

Do you mind hanging out with Martine

for a bit? Could be a while.

Mmhmm.

Martine, you remember Ben?

How bad is it?

- She bit someone. - Shit.

I pulled her out before it went in her file. I knew she was yours.