Father and Guns 2 (De père en flic 2)

Don't worry honey, the alarm is on.

A squirrel would set it off.

Are the police there?

Look out the window.

White car.

Might be black.

Stay calm, they have Asian officers now.

I'm coming. You're safe, I swear.

Thanks.

We live in the suburbs,

most dangerous thing is a tanning salon.

Everything'll be fine.

Massarelli isn't crazy.

He wouldn't kill the prosecutor's wife.

Marc, can you hear me?

Côté is a witness, don't rough him up.

I'm on it.

Fuck you, Montreal!

Côté!

Out!

Thanks, Jacques...

Almost crushed our only witness,

but the redneck method works!

You think I'd harm a suspect?

Hmm...

yes, I do!

I had it under control, you show-off!

Oh! You wanted to arrest him yourself!

Are you going senile

or gathering stories for the nursing home?

You want to feel alive?

Get a hobby... Aquafit or something!

You been snorting Red Bull?

You're so 2009...

Be cool, dude! We got him!

Dude? You say dude?!

You don't say dude!

Yes I say dude. Alice?

He says dude.

You look ridiculous, Dad!

Are you Simple Plan's bassist?

He was escaping, I stopped him.

Almost killed him!

Nice, they're getting along better now!

Enough!

I'm trying to stay chill...

You wanna fight? Bring it!

You say chill?

You're not licensed to chill! You're unchill!

I say chill!

I say chill... you don't!

Yes, I say chill!

FATHER AND GUNS 2

Normand Massarelli, Montreal Mafia boss,

was released this morning.

No evidence connected him

to the murder of Alain Gabourit,

prosecutor for the Organized Crime Commission.

This Commission bears my name.

I will not be intimidated.

Never!

The car bombing's key witness,

Jean-François Côté,

refuses to cooperate.

We're tailing too many people,

like Massarelli's hairdresser...

He'll only give up his hair dye number.

Let's stay on Capelli.

Let's focus on his inner circle.

Trying to steal my job?

You bet.

In 40 years of Mafia history,

one guy was in every city

during intimidation campaigns: Massarelli.

Make sure Côté...

Killing an attorney? This is insane!

We're going too far!

That's Martin Germain.

Big fish in Hamilton. Why's he here?

Jacques has no idea who he is.

Really?

I studied his case: 643 pages.

He's murdered a lot of people.

He's 6'3".

204 lbs.

Now 197, give or take a few ounces.

Eats right, drinks left.

Washes hands before peeing.

His cologne has a touch of bergamot.

Makes his own mayo.

Been dating Pascale Léveillée for 2 years,

a waitress in a Polish restaurant

in Hamilton Harbour's Chinatown.

Grew up in Ahuntsic,

moved to St-Leonard at 13.

When angry, his right eye is 10% smaller than his left,

or vice-versa.

He's nervous. He's ready to crack.

He even switched deodorant.

He's always used Gillette Glacier Cool.

Switched to Axe body spray, Twin pack.

It's a sign!

You went through his garbage?!

A little bit.

Imagine my dad's reaction when he finds out

we can nail Massarelli with a guy he's never seen.

He'll fall off his chair!

Yeah, sure...

Hey buddy. You don't want to talk?

Jean-François Côté...

Car theft, extortion, kidnapping,

gangsterism. Great!

You just need first degree murder!

I told you.

I was running from the explosion.

Listen.

Let's make a deal.

Give me Massarelli

and the Queen will give you a big check.

I don't know Massarelli.

You don't?

Oh you don't!

You blew up the prosecutor!

You can't touch me!

I know.

Jacques is the only guy who can play

good cop-bad cop by himself.

If I hit you, and I don't want to,

you might bruise,

but you just had a car accident...

Here!

That's the bulldozer.

The steering.

That's the airbag.

Damn airbags!

Sorry.

I don't like being violent.

You think I like it?

I don't.

You had a difficult childhood.

It makes me sad.

We don't like sad.

Give me something and the sad stops!

Hey, dude...

You know me, dude?

I'm the great Jacques Laroche.

I arrested Fripon Tanguay in 2008.

Check out my shiny tattoos,

dude.

Uh...

Confirmed our reservation for tomorrow.

8:30 at the restaurant.

Don't wanna go?

Not really...

Why not?

It'll be 3 hours of Martin Germain talk.

We won't talk about him.

He might've gained weight.

We should discuss it.

It's our anniversary...

I know.

I should study.

I swear we won't talk about him.

I love watching him work.

I've gathered enough Intel for Jacques.

Can't wait to see his face

when I tell him our guy is--

Martin Germain

is our man.

Martin Germain: Massarelli's new lieutenant.

Extremely dangerous.

Linked to 10 murders in Ontario.

Insufficient evidence for arrest.

According to Côté, they're at odds:

Germain didn't want

the prosecutor killed.

Not to brag,

but Côté spilled his beans quickly.

Germain's ready to quit.

The girlfriend's made him soft.

He's ready to talk, now.

Côté is like Fripon Tanguay in 2008:

I've got him by the balls.

He'll testify against Germain.

Feeling trapped, Germain

will clear his conscience

and give us Massarelli.

Where's the prisoner?

Jesus--

Christ!

We've lost the suspect.

You piece of garbage!

We told you to shut up!

Getting cozy with the cops?

I didn't tell them anything.

You drank tea and talked retirement plans?

Martin, please!

Think about my kid!

Please!

Get out of here!