04x01 - Swimming

[bunniefuu]

Previously on - ...

Your cousin pissed some
people off pretty badly.

- Did you see him? The guy who did it?
- Yeah.

I'll do whatever you want,
be a witness, whatever!

I promise.

- Elise Roberge.
- Nick. Ma'am.

She's an eyewitness to Lucas Ciarelli

personally torturing a man to death.

She's worried about her uncle.
She wants me to reach out.

No, you can't. I'm
keeping her off the books.

She's safe here,
don't f*ck with that.

Well, she's got an uncle.

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

You're the new social worker?

- Amelie de Grace.
- Frank Ferney.

A while ago, yeah. I'm
just finishing off

my parole this month. Been on
the straight and narrow %.

You're a good boyfriend, Ben Chartier.

(screaming)

I love you.

- Don't you dare.
- I'm sorry.

For the rest of your life.

Fucker!

(screaming)

So what, I'm just hung out to dry?
Is that what this is?

Absolutely not. You have the
department's full support.

If the officer's found to
have shown wilful misconduct,

her contract with the Montreal
Police will be terminated.

f*ck you, I know what
you did to Ferney.

I didn't do sh*t!

Sent him off like a lit fuse
aimed right at your sister.

(grunting)

(screaming)

Martine! I'm sorry. I know you
don't believe me, but I am.

No! No! (screaming)

- So we're good.
- Good.

- Your girlfriend's mobbed up.
- What?

She tried to k*ll me.
He was there to watch.

Lucas Ciarelli.

We need help.

I want her, Nick.

Me too.

(cell phone buzzing)

Sorry.

- I have to leave early in the morning.
- What?

Nothing. It's just a
little snafu with a CI.

Come to bed.

(sorrowful jazz music)

She's leaving now. She
had a new phone again.

- [Did you get into it?]
- No. I just saw it now.

Do it as soon as you can.

No sh*t.

- She in there?
- She left early.

- Something about a CI.
- When are they moving on her?

No idea.

What are they waiting for?
They should've done it by now.

They're not telling me sh*t.
You know how this stuff works.

No. I don't.

Neither do you.

- Not taking the Champlain?
- No, it's closed

for the weekend. Better to
take the Jacques-Cartier.

Of course it is. Human GPS.

Why did Theo go to Bishop's?
Always struck me as a city kid.

It's where he got in.

(cell phone ringing)

What's up?

- You need to come in.
- [Why? What's going on?]

She ran.

- What?
- [Just come in. Now.]

Elise took off.

- Jesus, how could you lose her?
- She's a pro, Nick.

Why'd she run? Why now?

Judge signed off on her
arrest warrant last night.

She was tipped. Jesus Christ, Izzy.

We think it was the
court clerk's office.

Anyway, she's gone.

I don't care if you got five or ten
people on it. I'll call you back.

What's he doing here? He was with
me when I found out you blew it.

How'd you let her slip?

We thought you had her under wraps.
Are you sure

he didn't know about the warrants?
Maybe he let it slip.

You're out of line, detective.

- Jim.
- Nick's done good work on this.

Sorry, you said "warrants"? How many?

It wasn't just her, was it? Nine others.

Four cops, five crooks.
They're going down now.

Roberge was the only one that blew.

- Un-f*cking-believable. Nice work.
- We'll find her, Nick.

- You better.
- Either way, you're done.

Thanks for your hard work.

Let's go.

Hey.

Half of those warrants wouldn't
have happened without you.

Just get her.

Elise.

Thank you.

Where am I going?

We have a place near Whistler.

For how long?

Probably a long time.

- When is the plane coming?
- Soon.

Why'd you help me?

Thought I'd testify?

No.

I owe you. For what?

Which one, Lucas?

For the girl.

There's no plane.

(motorboat approaching)

(indistinct radio transmissions)

(gasping)

(smoking)

Don't wanna think I did
this sh*t for nothing.

You didn't.

(sighing)

At least I don't have
to f*ck her anymore.

(cell phone ringing)

Yeah.

What?

They got her.

She was with Ciarelli.

Did they get him too?

She k*lled him. She's
getting charged for it.

Maybe there's some justice after all.

Maybe there is.

♪

[Copy, - .]

- Brouillard.
- Don't touch me.

- What?
- You sleeping here?

I had a long shift
and had a nap before

I went home. What's
your problem?

You got off shift nine hours ago.

You're back on in forty.

I told you I was tired.

I gotta...

Hey, man. Big T.

- Chartier.
- How you doing?

- Another day, another dog.
- Good man.

(laughing) 'Sup?

What?

My shower's broken at home.

You buying that?

If it was the truth, he'd lie about it.

- (laughing)
- A reminder about gas quotas.

I dunno where you guys are
driving to, but cut it out.

And on that front,

we have a roster adjustment.
Commander has decided to assign

a new solo foot patrol,
one shift in six.

That's instead of bike duty?

That's in addition to.

Barron, you're up first.
Here's your route map.

- I'll go with him.
- Uh, solo.

Commander said solo.
You'll ride with Pouliot.

Lunch at two. Hamelin,
you're with Brouillard.

Lunch at six.
The rest of you,

same as yesterday.

Watch your backs out there, please.

Welcome to the next stage
of the Green Regime, boys.

Don't laugh. Gendron's getting
copied all over the city.

Is that true? That's excellent.
That's wonderful news. For everyone.

Joseph.

- Brouillard.
- Commander.

You can move that seat up.

Yeah, like half an inch.

No, maybe an inch.

It's okay, I'm used to it.

I should've gotten my seat thing.

I have a... I have a seat thing.

- You don't have to drive.
- No, it's okay. I like to.

Bear always wants to drive, so...

- Yeah, Nick too.
- (Audrey chuckles.)

I bet.

What do you wanna do for lunch?

Hmm...

Schwartz's.

'Cause they have a new
dumpling place under PVM.

It's, like, six minutes from .

- Dumplings?
- Yeah.

Like, big ones. They got soup in them.

I'll try anything once.

Sweet.

(jackhammer pounding)

How come you never put in again, Bear?

You know,

for sergeant.

Maybe I did.

No, you didn't. (chuckling)

You wanna know what your thing is?

You wanna be liked.

You wanna be friends with everybody.

- Really.
- Yep.

Is that my problem, JM?
I wanna be friends?

- Yeah.
- (laughing)

I mean, not with me.

But yeah, that's your problem, Bear,

- as you put it.
- Well, it's not something

you'll ever have to worry about, is it?

No, you're right, I
don't worry about it.

But you do.

Hey there! Hey, how's it going?

Hey.

Hey listen, I got a problem
with my downstairs neighbour.

The guy's ripping his whole place up.
Him and his jackass cousin

start banging at six o'clock
in the g*dd*mn morning.

You're gonna want to contact
the city about that.

Guy's got no permit, nothing. He's
got live wires all over the place.

I wake up every morning expecting
to be dead from a fire.

Come by the station,
we'll give you a number.

You can see right
through the window.

I'll show you. Won't
take five minutes.

Just past the light, sir. Come on, man!

Alright, okay. Where is it? Down here?

- Where's your ride?
- Foot patrol.

Just you?

- Just me.
- (expl*si*n)

(screaming)

Barron in , I got an
expl*si*n on Parc, block.

East side. Out! Everybody out!

Let's go!

(alarm ringing)

- (man): Help!
- I got wounded!

Blast at a restaurant. I need
fire and ambulance here, stat!

Let's go, move! Everybody out!

[Place is called Chez Gautier. I don't
smell gas. I'm heading inside.]

- (people screaming)
- Everybody out the building!

Let's move! Come on! Let's go!

(people screaming and moaning)

Blast is in the middle of the room.

Suarez: [Barron, do you smell gas?]

(man shouting)

It's a b*mb. Blast went off
under a table. It's not gas.

dispatch: [We have
a code event.]

[All units. Repeat, we
have a code event.]

- Come on! Come on!
- (warning siren)

Come on, go! f*ck!

- (screaming)
- Jesus Christ.

I need backup here. g*dd*mn it.

Suarez: [I need units
to seal the area:]

[Jeanne-Mance,
Sherbrooke, Hutchison]

[and Prince Arthur.]

- We're too far.
- [Box it off.]

[Officer Barron, how many wounded?]

- (screaming in pain)
- [Barron?]

- [Nick, do you copy?]
- Just hold on!

- I got seven wounded at least.
- [How many dead?]

Two. I see two.

[Nick, look carefully
and get back to me.]

(moaning)

I got a woman here
with half her arm off.

I got a waiter

with his legs chopped up.

I got two ladies with
their legs messed up too.

And one of them in the back and the arm.

(heavy breathing)

(piercing scream)

(sirens and radio transmissions)

This is it.

This is f*cking t*rrorists.
This is happening.

Okay, this way. Alright,
everybody, back off, please!

- All of you, back away now!
- Kid, I got this.

Go inside. Ma'am, please back away.
Back up, back up.

- Alright.
- Dulac, with me.

Let's go, rook. Get your sh*t
together, rook, let's go.

Nick? Nick!

- Over here!
- (woman moaning)

- Over here!
- Sir,

I'm gonna need you to sit down.
I got him.

Okay, so, did anybody
here see what happened?

I saw a car. It drove away.

- When did that happen, ma'am?
- Right after.

The b*mb went off and the
car drove away but, like,

really slowly. I mean,
that's weird, right?

Okay. Can you describe the vehicle?

dispatch: [This is top priority.
Bombing suspect]

- [is driving a grey hatchback.]
- [ - ,]

[I got a grey hatchback turning into
an alley just north of Rosemont.]

- , we're north of Rosemont,
moving to intercept.

[He's flooring it. Turning
onto D'Iberville.]

- , we're coming onto Rosemont now.
Right here. Go right here.

dispatch: [Units needed to
block the intersections]

[on D'Iberville and Masson, and
De Lorimier and Rosemont.]

[Let's lock this down.]

- , we're approaching
D'Iberville now. Come on.

Come on, Audrey, you have to drive here.

Yeah, I'm going, Ben.

- - , I'm on site.
- [Copy, sir.]

- [Take over channel .]
- Copy that.

[Got him. He just blew by me
heading north on De Lorimier.]

- Got him!
- There.

- , we've got a visual on the suspect.
He's heading north

on De Lorimier. Audrey,
you're going to lose him.

Go, go, go. It's a grey
hatchback, two-door, maybe .

Go, Audrey! Audrey, f*cking go!

(thud)

f*ck. Stop, stop, stop.

- , we've hit something.
We're ceasing pursuit.

The grey hatchback is heading
north on De Lorimier.

Suarez: [We have De Lorimier blocked.]

[ - , we're stuck on Papineau.
ETA three minutes.]

Suarez: [g*dd*mn it,
do not lose this guy!]

- , we've hit a pedestrian.

We're gonna need an
ambulance right away.

I've got no vitals.

Black male, maybe eighteen years old.

Come on!

- Jesus Christ.
- f*ck! He's f*cking dead.

- He's f*cking gone.
- dispatch: [ - ,]

- [ambulance is on its way.]
- No!

Jesus Christ.

Look out. Look out. Look out.

- Do we have the car?
- [No. No sign, sir.]

(man): Just gimme a second.

- (sirens)
- Need some bandages over here.

Is that your guy?

How long for more ambos?

(siren)

- I did it. It's gotta be me.
- What?

What are you doing, Ben? What the f*ck?

He just jumped out
right in front of me.

Right there in
front of the car,

- he just jumped right out.
- (ambulance siren)

Watch out.

- You were driving?
- Yeah. I was driving. I did it.

(solemn music)

[ - , parking lot south
of Jean-Talon's clear.]

- We're moving west.
- [Copy, - .]

You Suarez? I need the
perimeter pushed back.

Joseph, Dulac, push back to the corner.

- We know anything?
- Too soon.

- [Copy that, Sarge.]
- What's the chatter?

One of the deceased was Sal Frazella.

Capo in the Ciarelli family.
b*mb went off

- under his regular table.
- Oh sh*t.

This happened because
Ciarelli got k*lled.

Probably.

See what forensics says about the b*mb.

Jesus.

Barron, you're with me. We'll close off

the other side of the street.

- There it is! There it is!
- Yup.

Aw, sh*t.

- , we've found the car.

Driver's long gone.

They're gone.

- Whoever did it, they got away.
- We're still looking.

I hate to dump it on you,
but someone's gotta do

the notification for
the kid Chartier hit.

- He d*ed?
- Yeah.

I can't spare any duos. I'm sorry.

- What do I tell 'em?
- Nothing.

Well, it's gonna be news it was cops.

So tell them that.

Have they identified him?

Devon Miller, eighteen years old.
First year at Vanier.

I don't know what I
could've done differently.

- Broken off pursuit.
- That wasn't an option.

It's protocol. You know that.

We were chasing a t*rror1st.

We don't know that.

So, what happens to us?

No decision on charges yet.

You're active, unless you
need medical leave or...

No.

No, um...

They'll just be charging me, right?

- You're worried about your partner?
- Yes.

Yeah.

No. Whatever it is, it's on you.

(sighing)

(ringing doorbell)

(boy): I'll do it later!

No, you'll do it now, Antoine.

Farah Miller?

Oh, my God...

it's Devon.

There's been a serious accident.

- He's at Montreal General.
- He's okay?

I'm sorry, ma'am. He d*ed.

I'll take you to him.

- I have to tell Antoine.
- I can do it.

- Or if you want...
- I'll do it.

I need to see Devon first.

I can ask for a female
officer if you want someone

- to stay with Antoine.
- Just wait here.

Antoine?

- I'll be back in a bit.
- When?

- Just be here.
- Can I use you iPad?

Go ahead.

What'd you tell her?

You were driving.

- How old's Antoine?
- Thirteen.

Devon just turned nineteen.

My son's at college.

Tell me what happened.

There was a bombing this afternoon.

Suspect being chased.

Your son was hit by a vehicle.

What vehicle?

It was a police car.

And they sent you to tell me?

They told me he d*ed instantly.

Were you there?

Do you know the officer who did it?

Can't answer that.

Of course you can't.

Someone k*lled my son.

I would like to hear it from them.

We're not allowed to do that, ma'am.

That's us.

- Back to ?
- Tomorrow.

- I can drop you off if you want.
- Maybe I should drive.

No, it's okay, you've
done plenty, thank you.

Just offering.

Hey, you know what? f*ck you, Ben.

Who made you my big
brother all of a sudden?

Who gives you the right
to decide sh*t for me?

You did. Your record's a sh*t show.
I didn't do that.

- You didn't even talk to me.
- I didn't have time.

- That's bullshit.
- Oh no, no, no.

No, that's not bullshit. I wait
ten more seconds, your career

as a cop is over. The department
would love to get rid of you.

- So what, you're better than me?
- My record is.

- (scoffing)
- You are such an assh*le, holy sh*t.

(beeping)

I k*lled the kid. I was yelling at you

when he jumped out. I was driving.

It doesn't matter. I was
screaming at you, saying:

"Go, go, go, go, go". I didn't
think about protocol...

Oh, f*ck protocol!

I was trying to do something good.

I didn't even see him.

I was looking at the car.

I just felt the thud.

And I'm a good f*cking driver.

It was an accident.

It's done.

Maybe they'll kick you out the
force, did you think of that?

Stupid f*cking headphones.

Do you have any alcohol at your place?

Some bourbon.

Yeah, that'll do.

Sorry about my place.

- Just moved in.
- How long?

A few months.

Can't, um...

can't decide on furniture.

Just go to IKEA.

So what, I'm just supposed
to keep my mouth shut now?

You could talk to a therapist.

Are you going to?

You just got all the answers
to everything, don't you?

Yep, I got it all figured out.

- (phone chiming)
- Nick's here.

- He's got a key?
- Yeah.

I keep the chain locked, though.

Hey.

- You good?
- Yeah.

- You get charged?
- No. Well,

- they haven't decided yet.
- They do like to drag it out.

- Audrey's here.
- Oh yeah?

- Hey, Aud.
- Hey, Nick.

- Shitty day.
- Yeah.

How long are you gonna live like this?

I'll... get a couch.

Please.

- Well, I'm gonna go.
- No, no. I barged in.

- Don't worry, Nick.
- I'll see you out.

Hey. We've made our statements.
It's done.

We just have to stick together on this.
With everyone.

I promise you

I will never tell anyone.

Okay.

Is she okay?

How about you?

It was an accident.

The bombing was about Ciarelli.

It was one of his capos that got hit.

So it happened 'cause of Elise.

Pretty directly, if you think about it.
She k*lled the boss.

She's going down for it.

She left a pretty big
mess, though, didn't she?

- I'll see you in the morning.
- Yep.

Sarge?

Did you talk to your rep last night?

I got a card, I haven't called yet.

You need to. They're opening
an internal file on the thing.

Kid was an honour student.
Commander's getting calls.

What about Audrey?

She's clear. This is on you.

- Well, I'll take what's coming.
- No.

You'll get a f*cking lawyer. Don't
be stupid. This is political now.

Okay.

Sarge says I could get charged.

PSIU's opening a file.

sh*t. Doesn't mean
you're getting charged.

No, I'm just telling
you what he told me.

Kid was wearing headphones.

- That's what k*lled him.
- What?

(sighing) I did the death notice.

- (dispatch transmission)
- Alone?

Yeah. They couldn't spare
anyone from the b*mb thing.

What was the family like?

- Come on, Ben, you don't need this.
- No, tell me.

(sighing) Tell me.

Single mother, two kids.

- He was the oldest.
- How old?

A year younger than Theo.

- What about the brother?
- He's thirteen.

- How'd she take it?
- How do you think?

- She's strong.
- What's her name?

Why are you doing this?

Because of what I did. What's her name?

- Tell me her name.
- Farah.

She's a good mom.

Does she know that it was cops
that just ruined her life?

I told her.

Did she... did she blow up at you?

- She must have.
- She just asked who was driving.

Why'd she want to know who was driving?

So she could hear it from them.

Hey. Have you seen Bear?

Uh, she left. Why?

You wanna go grab a beer?

Uh, no. No, I just... I...

I gotta go home and make dinner,

- pick up some food, you know.
- Hm.

- Lucky Owen.
- Oh no, he's away.

I'm just treating myself.
I thought I'd swing by

the organic place in Griffintown.

Hm. Uh, actually, do you
mind if I come with?

- Sure.
- Cool.

- I need some milk.
- Well, they only have organic.

Well, this is Québec. All
our milk is organic.

Yeah, well, the stuff is
like nine bucks a carton.

- What?!
- Yeah.

What kind of world are we living in?

So, uh, that's messed up
about that kid, right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- You all good?
- I guess, yeah.

Good. That's good.

They coming down hard on Chartier?

- I think they might.
- f*ck.

Politicians, man.

Well, it was an accident.
How can they blame him?

What do you mean, how? Come on. Easy.

He's the cop. Department better
save his ass, that's for sure.

- They better back him.
- Well, they will, right?

They didn't back you.

What's up? Come on, what's up?

I was driving.

- What?
- I was driving, not Ben.

Holy sh*t.

He just... he just took the fall for me.

He just stepped up and
he said it was him.

Wow.

Huh. Whatever.

- Good for him, I guess.
- f*ck him!

Audrey, you know that he
just saved your ass, right?

You know that, right?

Psycho cop kills a black kid.

That's how they would've spun that.

Hey, come on. Come on, look at me.

You did not k*ll that kid.

The job k*lled that kid.

It was a f*cking accident and that's it.

Piece of sh*t job, not us.

That's it.

Alright, maybe let's go for one drink.

Yeah, now that's a wise woman
talking right there. Milk!

(dog barking)

Are you sure you wanna do this?

(cell phone ringing)

Isabelle. I'll call her later.

- (sighing)
- That's her?

Yeah.

- What are you doing here?
- This is Officer Ben Chartier.

I was driving.

I k*lled your son. We were in pursuit.

He stepped off the curb...

He was on a city street. How
could you drive like that?

- He was in pursuit.
- I was driving too fast, ma'am.

- I'm sorry.
- And what happens to you?

Nothing, right? You
were driving too fast.

What were you doing?

Why would you do that?

Why? You're supposed to make him safe!

- Shouldn't have happened.
- It didn't happen, you k*lled him!

- Yes, ma'am.
- You k*lled him! You k*lled him!

- Yes, ma'am.
- Okay. Okay, Ben.

It was my fault.

- (sighing)
- I'm sorry for your loss.

It was an accident.

You know, he's breaking
the rules by doing this.

Thank you.

You know you're not
supposed to say that stuff.

Well, it was the truth.

Least I can do is face it.