19-2

- Previously on 19-2... - How the hell do we spin that?

The public sees what the media tells them. It's bullshit, we know that.

Stop!

Dad?

- Everything OK with Dad? - He left.

- He was drinking. - Think he could've gone to the city?

- Not likely. - Thought I saw him.

He's gonna die though. The doctor's giving him a couple months.

Your cousin pissed some people off pretty badly.

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

Sounded like some kind of animal after a while.

- What's in his mouth? - Concrete.

Maybe I got a name

- about what happened to your cousin. - And where did you hear that?

I'll need something in return.

Criminals approaching you, that's an opening.

- Opening for what? - I don't know. Find out.

Is that the guy? The bald guy?

- Is that the guy with the concrete? - Yeah.

You're so hot.

Roll over, bitch.

What the hell you still doing here?

I'm leaving.

I'm leaving right now. Oh my God.

Not much of a turnout.

People are afraid to criticize the police.

What are we doing here, Am?

His name was Jeffrey.

He was sixteen.

- He was a client? -

- He was a client of yours? - Yeah.

[I'd like to start by asking a minute of silence]

[My son was killed. They called him a bad apple.]

[But what about the police? They don't have any bad apples?]

[and not one officer has been charged. They are comfortable.]

[It's not enough to honour their victims;]

- You ready? - I guess.

What am I supposed to tell them?

Nothing. I'm just making a gesture. If they ask,

you don't know anything.

So why am I really here?

I want you to know I'm being straight with you.

Martine stays out of it.

Let's get started.

We have a lead in the death of Cassie Clement.

Why is Internal involved?

- If you don't mind my asking. - You'll see.

This is the house where Cassie Clement was killed.

That's him screaming.

We have reason to believe

that Lucas Ciarelli committed the murder.

- Are you shitting me? - Do you have any proof?

We're working on it. What we do have is a witness

that definitively places Ciarelli at the scene.

- Is this the girl that he brought in? - No. She was a dead end.

The witness is unrelated.

- So who is it? - You don't need to know.

If we reach a point where you do I'll bring you into the loop.

In the meantime, your Commander has seconded you to my staff.

From now on, you report to me.

Lucas Ciarelli is a prime source

of corruption in the police department.

I wanna take him down.

- Yeah, I think that'd be best. - OK, Thanks.

James.

- How's he doing? - Well, I...

I spoke to his physician.

He's as good as you can expect.

You know what, let's step outside.

The next few days are gonna be hard on him,

but things will get easier after detox.

- Until he starts drinking again. - He's gonna need help, yes.

James thinks we should take him home, stay with us.

I don't think it'd be smart to send him back to his normal environment.

Not right away.

OK, um... OK, we'll find him a bed somewhere.

Look, you see...

the most important factor in this kind of recovery

can be family support.

Amelie says you're the best option.

- It's not fair to you. - It's not your call, Ben.

You don't know him.

What, you just gonna ship him off to Morin Heights?

Amelie and I will talk about it.

You have some time. He's booked in here till Friday.

Mom wants to see him too, so we should arrange that.

I'd give it a day.

They're keeping him sedated, so...

- I have to go. - OK.

Sorry.

Thank you so much for doing that.

You're lucky I have pull here.

- The fuck is he doing here? - Stop, he's here to help. He's helping.

He's not even his doctor. Why is he here?

He shouldn't be here.

I'll see you at home.

Yeah.

Why would a guy like Ciarelli kill this lowlife himself?

He's got plenty of people to do it for him.

Antony Tremblay was Ciarelli's cousin by marriage.

Cassie Clement killed him. Apparently, Ciarelli took that personally.

Hold up. We don't know that my cousin killed anyone.

- Yeah. We do. - It's moot.

He's dead. What I want from you

is a complete file on Ciarelli. Everything we have.

So what's he got to do with this?

Officer Barron is available for questioning if you want him,

- since his cousin is the victim. - No point. He's not cooperative.

Your call. Thank you for your time.

Get to work.

OK, everybody listen up.

Clown show's over.

- Back in regular unis starting now. - Oh, come on.

- We got our pensions back? - No, but the pants are done.

So what you're really saying is that we're rolling over and taking the cuts.

- We're not just rolling over. - Says you.

So what's the plan?

The plan is we're gonna start dressing like real police officers.

Does anybody have a problem with that? Are you complaining?

- This is... - You'll have to get over it.

It's just that you seemed pretty on board with it before.

Yeah, well, that's because I'm the union rep,

so I gotta sell whatever shit they give me.

Smart. Saves you from having to think for yourself.

So this is the part where I say "Fuck you, Nick".

And this is the part where I say "You are such a child".

Whatever, and you can put those on and everyone

- can wear their pretty new pants. - Whoa! The hell? Oh, no.

I would love to do that, boss man, but uh...

Shit. OK, these are the women's pants. Whatever.

Ha ha, funny. Give 'em back.

- Here you go, boss man. - Give them back. Hey, hey, think about

- what you're doing right now, Rookie. - Think about it, Rookie.

- Oh, I'm sorry. - Whoops.

Keep your little bitch pants and put them in your closet with your skirt.

The rest of you guys can fuck off.

Aw, get out of here.

Saw Homicide this morning.

- Elise is taking over my cousin's case. - She's a briefcase,

- that's not her department. - That's why she brought Homicide in.

I'm out of it.

They didn't want to talk to me. I offered.

- Is there something going on? - There's a witness.

- They fingered someone for it. - Who?

Lucas Ciarelli.

No shit.

- Yeah, no shit. - No shit.

Apparently, the guy KAZ killed is his wife's cousin or something.

The concrete shit, the torture...

- Ciarelli did it all himself. - Then he probably knows, Nick.

- KAZ could've told him. - Yeah, probably.

If they were gonna take me out, they would've done it by now.

Jesus.

- Shit, man. - It's out of my hands, though.

They're working it.

Elise thinks they can take him down.

I hope they nail the fucker, after what he did.

What about Martine?

- Nothing to do with her. - You sure?

Isn't she up in Eastern Townships or something?

Yeah, Sherbrooke.

Good for her.

[19-2, we have two noise complaints for the same address.]

- 19-2, we got it. -

Make him shut it off, for Christ's sakes.

- Speaking of. - Sir?

- Sir! - Sir!

- Two minutes! - No, now. Shut it down.

It's almost done!

The music too, please.

- It's Christmas! - No, it's not Christmas.

- It's October. - Sir, you can't play

music that loud, it doesn't matter if it's Christmas or not.

This... is religious intolerance.

Whoa. We're just giving you a warning here.

No, no. We're giving you a ticket.

- A ticket? - This is 200 dollars.

200 dollars for Christmas decorations?!

You can have all the decorations you want. Just keep it quiet.

- I'm gonna fight this in court. - That is your right.

Have a nice day now.

Got something against Christmas?

Yeah, my stepdad used to do this shit.

Lights flashing three months a year.

- Drove the neighbours crazy. - And you're gonna take it out on this guy?

Maybe next year he'll wait till after Halloween.

- The whole department's going granola. - Yeah...

- Ah, Jesus. - Shit.

- What the hell are you doing? - Is everyone OK?

- I'm fine. Shit. Sorry. - This is his fault, you saw it!

Well, you did stop in the middle of the street.

For the fucking cops, idiot!

Alright, alright, look, no one got hurt. Let's just move

the vehicles off the road. Everyone's fine.

OK, first, I wanna establish that this is this asshole's fault.

- We don't do that. - He rear-ended me!

It's only an insurance claim. We don't assign fault.

This is bullshit, alright? You walked into the middle of the street,

you were riding on my ass and you hit me,

- so how is that my fault? - He's right, I did hit him.