04x03 - Fishbowl

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The day-to-day experiences of two very different unwilling partners on patrol together in car 2 of District 19 in downtown Montreal. Based on the French-language series of the same name that first aired in 2011.
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04x03 - Fishbowl

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Previously on - ...

- Got him!
- - , we've got a visual

on the suspect. Audrey, f*cking go!

- , we've hit a pedestrian.

- I did it, is got to be me.
- What, what are you doing, Ben.

PSIU's gonna close your file.
Accidental death,

- fault to the victim.
- They're smearing him.

They're smearing the kid that we ran
down and k*lled.

That's our job now?

How do you think
she's feeling right now?

And what happens to you?

Nothing, right?

You k*lled him! You k*lled him!

- It's the Department, it's not us.
- Yes, it is! It is us!

Still gotta do that anger
management bullshit?

It's not bullshit.

- It's the job.
- It's not us.

It's the piece of sh*t job.

- Right?
- I know.

The guy that we were following, he's
a dealer, straight from the port.


And a sh*t load of dr*gs on him.

I took 'em from his trunk
and got rid of them.


The guy we were watching
disappeared today.

Anything you forgot to put
in that report?

No.

- Where the f*ck is your head, Ben?
- I don't know.

- g*n! g*n, get down!
- (g*nf*re)

- sh*ts fired! sh*ts fired!
- Not today.

What happened? What happened?

They were getting sh*t at, and
you were sitting in your car.

- I had my radio off.
- f*ck you all!

- Yeah, f*ck you too.
- That's bullshit.

Get out!! Get out!

Get out!

Get OUT!!

Get out!! You bitch!

Get out! Get out!

(grunting)

I HATE YOU!! I hate you!

(muffled audio)

(g*nsh*t)

Copy, - .

- Hey Sarge, where's JM?
- He's a no-show, Pouliot.

OK, we'll be supporting Tactical

while they execute warrants on the ers.

Ready over here, Sarge.

- On my signal, Joseph.
- Copy that.

- Area is secure, sir.
- Copy.

- Interior's secure. Let's move.
- (radio transmission)

On the third floor,
let's head down the stairwell.

- Clear it out.
- Hey! Hey!

- Hey! Hey! Hey!
- Hey! Hey! Hey!

- Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
- What are you doing?

- Get the hell...
- Enough! Don't be stupid.

- You're not going anywhere.
- Don't be stupid.

- Just relax.
- There you go.

I got it, man.

Ben, what happened with that detective?

- Nothing.
- Come on!

- She was just doing her job.
- Not even thinking about me.

Sarge? Can I talk to you for a minute?

- Yeah, what is it?
- That's him.

That's the guy who sh*t
at me at the barbecue.

- Which one?
- Second to the right.

I'll bring him downtown,
set up a lineup.

- You never saw him here, OK?
- Sir, yes, sir.

Hey. What was that about?

I got him. The guy who sh*t
at me at the barbecue.

- You serious?
- How often does that happen?

Nice. OK.

- You ID'd the sh**t?
- I sure did.

- Good.
- And you're welcome.

Wow.

Squad room, people.
Commander wants a word.

(laughing)

(knocking)

And who is that?

Oh, she's way out of your league.
Lemme take care of this.

Nice to see a sister on the squad.

Tyler.

- Dionne.
- Alright.

- Sorry. Sorry, sir.
- Alright. First,

good job on the raid
this morning, everyone.

Tactical has asked me
to pass along their thanks.

- Give yourself a hand.
- (all applauding)

You may have already noticed
our second order of business.

This is Roxanne Dionne,
out of Station

with three years under her belt.
She will be with us from now on.

- Alright. Welcome to .
- (applause)

- Westmount girl.
- Mm-hmm.

And now the Commander has a few words.

As you all know, the city
is a powder keg.

The power vacuum in Montreal's organized

crime structure is not showing signs

of resolving itself, so we have
to change our tactics.

No more foot patrols,
no more solos, no more bikes.

I need you to watch
each other's backs out there.

That's first priority.

Second is visibility. We need
to be seen policing.

I want you up in
everyone's face. Right now,

no crime is too small.

Commander?

Don't cut anyone any slack.

Sergeant.

Alright, well, you heard the Commander.

The world is a dangerous
place right now,

so watch your asses
and take no (Silenced).

Pouliot, you'll take the newbie.

Hamelin, you will ride
with Ryan. No solos.

OK.

You ready?

- Hey, hey. I'm Richard.
- Roxanne.

If... if you need any tips
about , let me know.

How long you been here?

Hey.

Couple years now.

- How old are you?
- , you?

- Just turned .
- Ah, quarter century.

Yeah, feels pretty good. Finally
feel like an adult, you know?

Sergeant.

Close the door.

I got a call, report of a g*nsh*t wound.

- One of ours.
- JM.

- In the head.
- He's alive.

Doctor said it was a small miracle.

His dental work saved him.

(sighing)

How do I tell the squad?

That's not your job.

I'll deal with it, sir.

What's up your ass?

- That's him.
- The dr*gs you took?

- Yeah, and they k*lled him for it.
- Ah, you don't know that.

There's a g*ng w*r going
on. So a gangster got k*lled.

What? You heard from
the detective again?

No. No, I don't expect to.

Jesus Christ. Let's go.

So your daddy gave you an update

of the g*ng w*r while he was serving
you your tuna casserole last night?

- It was mac and cheese.
- Oh, my bad!

It's a takeover. Outsiders are
taking out Ciarelli's old guard.

Oh yeah?

What you mean, outsiders?

- I don't know.
- Not from Montreal.

There's a suspected
arson over on Berger.

So, what do you think of the new girl?

Always nice to see
a new face in the place.

Yeah, no doubt.

No doubt. She got a
couple years on you, huh?

- I guess.
- Yeah. You know what that means, right?

Means you're still our rookie.

Whatever.

- At least she's hot.
- Yeah, she's cool.

She's nice.

- She ain't my type, though.
- Pff!

- What is your type?
- My type...

Soft female voice: In , someone's
opened a hydrant on Clark.


You're listening to it, baby boy.

You don't even know what she looks like.

- It don't matter.
- In ,

I need someone on a hydrant.

(softly): Officer Tyler
Joseph at your service, ma'am.

Copy, - .

Stupid thing.

I keep telling the nurse to
change the lines, but she won't.

What happened last night?

Well, I was drunk.

Went out with a couple of guys.

We had a few too many.

- And you brought your g*n?
- Yeah,

I was gonna clean it.

(sighing): Anyways,

that's all I can remember.

Must not have checked the chamber right.

Must've forgot.

The b*llet went in here

and I guess it ricocheted
off my tooth or something

and... got lodged

on the outside of my skull.

The doc says there's
no permanent damage,

so... good to go, Sarge.

That's your story?

Yeah.

Look, Sarge,

I know I screwed up,

but it was an accident.

And the whole thing happened off duty.

And don't you forget it.

You put a g*n to your head.
JM, you need help.

I know I need help.

Which is why I've already got

counseling set up.

Mm-hmm. I'm lucky I survived.

Look at me.

I know I got a lot of work to do.

But make no mistake, Sarge,

I want back on that job.

(clearing throat)

That's not up to me.

No,

I know it's not.

Hey, Sarge,

thanks for coming in.

There's nothing you could do.
It's done. You did what you did.

Yep.

You even look at the guy's rap sheet,

you're implicated. Remember
what happened with Kaz.

I got it.

You already lied, you
can't undo that now.

Not trying to.

Prisoner in custody. We're
on our way to hospital.


You worried it's gonna come back on you?

Detectives in this city... Couldn't find

their own (Muted) if they didn't have a
patrolman to shine a flashlight on it.

Did what I did, I got away
with it, end of story.

This guy's been pulled over
twice in the last three days.

Let's do it. Let's do something.
Let's start our day.

- Do it.
- (siren beep)

(siren beep)

(loud rap music)

(music stops)

- What you pull me over for, Officer?
- Out of the car, sir.

- You got a reason?
- Out of the car.

Sir, you've been pulled over recently,
is that correct?

I didn't do anything.

- Turn around, we'll sort it out.
- On top of the car.

Spread your legs, sir.
Spread your legs. Wider.

Don't even think about it.

Doesn't matter what's
in your pocket, alright?

You're a juvenile. You'll walk.
Do something stupid,

- anything could happen.
- Wasn't gonna do anything, man.

(young man screaming)

f*ck was that? You hear that?

- Today's your lucky day, boys.
- Right up here!

(young man screaming)

- Right there.
- (young man screaming)

(screaming Get off!

- This is private property!
- Hands up. Shut up! Cuffs?

- You got him?
- This is a business transaction.

- Shut up.
- Nothing happening I didn't pay for.

You can't pay for r*pe,
shut the f*ck up.

You out of your mind?

Kid's a f*cking rent boy!

I know what I saw! Don't
tell me what I saw!

- Check him.
- Are you OK? You OK?

- You gonna book me? I have my rights!
- Shut up!

No. No, you're not being charged here.

So is as dull as they say it is?

Lowest crime rate in the city.

So glad to be out.

Nobody complains like old rich ladies.

Not many of those in .

- (youths yelling)
- Look at that.

Play nice, boys.

Should we give them a little talking to?

Hell yeah.

(siren beep)

Hey!

You boys wanna look at someone's tits?

- We're not doing anything.
- Really.

That's my boyfriend.
What's your problem?

Mind your own business.

Seriously? You don't think
you can do better than this?

I'm gonna need you
to empty your pockets.

- All of you.
- This is bullshit.

Yep. Come on, line up, guys.

Let's go. Yeah.

- Come on, everything you got, let's go.
- That's right.

Alright! f*ck!

Suarez: , I'm calling
all units back to the station.


- What's this about, Sarge?
- You've got , people.

Sarge, we gotta stop by
booking. We got an as*ault.

Move your ass.

Take a seat, please.

JM Brouillard was admitted
to the hospital last night.

With a g*nsh*t wound to the head.

He survived.

Accidental discharge, that's his story.

Says he was cleaning
his w*apon while drunk.

How is he?

Lucky.

The b*llet ricocheted.
There won't be any brain damage.

Jesus Christ.

He says he wants to come back.

- Could that happen?
- It'll be up to his counselor.

And we're supposed to serve with him?

He will be going to counseling.

I wish he'd done it before.

This job can (Slienced) you up.

One of your squad members

put a b*llet in his head.

You serve with this guy.

If you wanna take an hour

and swing by on shift,

do so.

It makes a difference.

Counselor's being briefed
by the commander.

Then we'll have
a group session with her.

Who's gonna see him this afternoon?

We should coordinate
so we don't overlap.

Why don't we get through
the counselor first?

(sorrowful music)

I guess we knew it was coming.

Guy couldn't do the job. He'll be back.

You think?

Sure.

He'll probably get promoted.

Used to have his wife to take it out on.

You guys keep in touch at all?
You and Justine?

Me? No. Not much.

Justine was Amélie's friend.

Hey. We're, uh, here

about a sexual as*ault case?
Jim O'Connell?


You'll have to talk
to the administrator.

- Top of the stairs, first left.
- Thank you.

(baby crying)

Excuse me. Montreal Police.

- Ms. Miller.
- (sighing)

- What can I do for you, Officer?
- Uh,

it's about Jim O'Connell.
He was assaulted.

We came for the r*pe kit.

He decided against one. Didn't
think the violation was worth it.

- Do you have his address?
- That kid's been through enough.

Don't pretend like the guy who did
this is ever gonna go to jail.

We saw the as*ault.

Officer Barron and I.

He's a prost*tute.

I know how this turns out. So do you.

If we don't get a r*pe kit,
we won't have it

if he ever does this again. What about
the next kid?

He'll be a pro too.

A boy was r*ped. He wants you
to leave him alone.

All you can do is more harm.

OK. OK. You're right.

We'll tell the detective that he did
a runner and we'll leave him alone.

I'm sorry about what the
Department did to your son.

It was... it had nothing
to do with dr*gs.

This has nothing to do with my son.

I need you to leave.

- We're just trying to do...
- Now.

Let's go. Let's go.

(soft piano music)

(knocking)

Sir? Will you be putting in

- a vehicle request this year?
- No. No, no.

Uh, Sergeant... How did he look?

Better than I thought he would.

I worked with a guy who k*lled himself.

He wrapped his car around a tree.

How did they know it wasn't an accident?

The only tree for ten kilometres.

He... he was a mess.

(sighing)

It was obvious but,
you know, we just, uh...

called it an accident and moved on.

- It's not like that anymore.
- No, no, it's...

it's much better now.
We deal with these things.

(sighing)

Thank you, Sergeant.

- They cut him loose already?
- Detectives didn't even talk to us.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Get the f*ck off me.

We watched it happen. We saw it.

- I know.
- This why you became a cop?

Yeah, this is some crackdown.

- Is it there?
- Yeah. Yeah, right there.

No crime too small, huh?

I'm sure.

Was it a warning or an arrest?

- Parole violation. He's going back in.
- Huh. What did he do?

Intend to distribute, two years.

- No-show to his parole officer.
- Ooh, bad boy.

Too bad, looks like he was doing good.

His mistake.

Hey!

Is your dad home?

- Yeah.
- Ivy? Who is it?

Christopher Landry? We've got
orders to bring you in.

Can't you just call my sister,
get her to come pick up the kids?

- Won't take five minutes.
- We can't.

Sorry, sir. Protocol.

- , social worker

is tied up, wants you
to bring the kids over.


Legal guardian is a Melissa Charles,

Sainte-Madeleine.

- Copy that, Sarge.
- It's complicated.

Yeah, I bet it is.

Uh, this is - ,
we need a unit for transport.

Ask them if they'll take the kids.

We'll take 'em.

(door chiming)

(funk music playing)

Let me take the lead here.

(door chiming)

I didn't get charged.

Need to see your business license, sir.

- You're kidding me.
- Inspections.

You got that license?

- Yeah, it's over there.
- Can I see it?

(scoffing)

Great.

We need to look around.

This about the kid?

Routine inspection.

Look, I've been with him
plenty of times,

- I never had a complaint, OK?
- OK.

- You two don't get it, do you?
- It's an act. The innocent thing?

They do it to get a little more out
of their customers, that's all.

I think my partner and I are
both pretty clear on what we saw.

You are?

So am I.

Same thing I see every
Thursday afternoon.

- Don't think we'll be finished today.
- Guess we'll have to come back.

Sorry about that, sir.

Guess we'll be seeing you
again tomorrow.

(door chiming)

Alright.

- This is bullshit.
- Mm-hmm.


(knocking)

- Hey, babies.
- What are you doing here?

Don't pretend you give a sh*t.

- Melissa Charles?
- Yeah.

I thought they were
with their dad today.

Parole violation.

Yeah, well, he's got 'em today.
What am I supposed to do?

You have full custody, ma'am.

Come on in, guys.

Wanna come in?

Come on.

Good day, ma'am.

Something tells me they'd have
been better off with their dad.

We're not social workers.

So, this Brouillard guy
as bad as everyone says?

What do you mean?

He got written up for b*ating
up his wife, didn't he?

You must be hoping he doesn't come back.

(radio transmission)

- He's a good cop.
- I don't know about the rest.

You wanna stop by the hospital?

No, you've never met him, I'll just...

I'll just go after my shift.

- ,

I need cars at the corner
of Parthenais and Notre-Dame.


Copy that.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- What's the call?
- We're clearing out the park.

And we're gearing up for it?

- Commander's orders.
- Well, isn't he sweet.

- I feel so much safer.
- They say it's the new Cabot Square.

We gotta send out a message.

Did you guys see JM?

Nope, I don't need that sh*t.

- You?
- No, not yet.

I think I'm gonna go tonight.

You alright there?

Oh, she's got this.

"She's got this".

- (Nick): Jesus.
- Salad's half rotten.

- I don't even want this.
- Looks gross.

You wanna move?

Yeah, I'm done.

sh*t.

Did it break?

- (broken glass sound)
- f*ck!

- We can always stop by a Canadian Tire.
- Let's just f*cking go.

- Heeey!
- Well, hey, handsome!

Wow, you look about a million
times better than I expected.

Those are pretty.

- Yeah, you think?
- Mm-hmm.

I need to put them in some water.

You don't need that.

So that was quite the bender
you went on, huh?

And I thought I had
some stories, but uh...

- you got me b*at.
- Yeah.

That's 'cause I tried
to k*ll myself, Audrey.

I know.

Whole thing was a long time coming.

Jesus Christ, JM.

It's a g*dd*mn shock, isn't it?

But hey...

a b*llet in the head will wake
your ass up, that's for sure.

Might've been the best thing
that ever happened to me.

Set me straight.

Like it's gonna make me be a better cop.

(sniffling)

I don't know, makes me wonder...

If I had to go through
all this (Silenced)...

you know, just to get me here.

Just to get me... right here.

You get that, right?

Because you...

you've been through sh*t, haven't you?

Yeah.

Yeah.

See, me and you...

...we're not like the others, Audrey.

Are we?

No, we're not.



- , we've got a report of domestic,

Sainte-Madeleine.

That's that place we took those kids.

- , we're right around
the corner, we'll take that.

Copy, - .

(screaming)

- This is my house!!
- Police!

- Shut up!
- You shut up, you bitch!

I told you! She hit me
in the g*dd*mn face!

Stand back right now.

Shoulda done more than that.

- It ain't your fault, kid.
- I know.

Like you said, we ain't social workers.

I know.

I said I know.

(cell phone ringing)

- Hey, Sarge.
- I got some robbery detective

refusing to issue a warrant.
Indiana Jeans.


- What about it?
- Guy says you're wasting his time.

Just a second, Sarge.

Sarge says he's got
a warrant on Martel's place.

- Yeah, I got a friend.
- Old CI of Harvey's.

He swore an affidavit he sold
stolen jeans to Martel.

That's major crime.

- It's enough to get a search warrant.
- He's full of (Silenced).

- He's gotta be.
- Yeah, so is Martel.

- Nick's got a CI, sir.
- The detective has no reason

to question it. I guess you
could tell them to do their job.

Alright. I'm happy
to let the piss cascade back

onto Robbery. I'll make the call.

You wanna do this, let's do it.

- You're late.
- You got the warrant?

(door chiming)

Contraband? This is bullshit.

Look, these guys have
been harassing me for days, alright?

I wanna call my lawyer now.

- That's your prerogative.
- Do your thing, boys.

Yup.

Nice knock-offs.

Counterfeit.

- We're done here, Nick.
- Yeah.

Alright, Mr. Martel, this is
a summons to appear in court.

You'll be charged at that time.

If you sign here, I'll give you
a copy for your lawyer.

Not a problem.

- Watch your step.
- Oh.

You got a loose tile

- there on your raised counter.
- Part of the old pharmacy

- used to be here. Anything else?
- Let me have a look.

- What?
- Stand over here.

- No! What?

- Stand over here, sir.
- Hey, you have no right!

Oh! How about that?

That's a lot of molly.

Worth your time now?

Get your hands behind your back.

Alright, Mr. Martel,
you're going downtown.

It's a good bust.

- Dumb luck.
- So what?

Guy's gonna do years.
You make your luck.

Someone should tell her.

- Farah.
- Yeah?

I think I'm gonna swing by.

- Officer Dionne.
- How was your day?

- A , sir.
- Glad to hear it.

- How was her day?
- It was good.

No, really. I'll ride with her again.

- Pretty sure she's gay.
- What happened, rookie?

Did you hit on her
and she turned you down?

- Just a feeling.
- Mm-hmm.

She hit on you yet?

Pretty sure she's straight.

- Hey. You heading out?
- You up for a drink?

- Aw, I wish I could.
- Busy night.

- Alright.
- I'm up for a drink.

Really? Alright, I'll go ask the guys.

Oh, let's keep it just the two of us.

- More fun that way, right?
- Alright.

(glass breaking, car alarm ringing)

sh*t!

(youth laughing)

Son of a bitch.

(JM breathing heavily)

Hey.

Hey.

What are you doing here?
What's going on?

- Got some vodka.
- Oh yeah!

You're a champ.

I don't need the cup, just gimme the...

Cheers. Thank you.

Ohh yeah.

Oh, that's she (Silenced) right there.

Oh, that's it. That's the good stuff.

- JM...
- What?

What?

Who's the card from?

Huh? Uh...

the Commander had it
delivered. Whatever.

- Anyone from come in?
- No.

Just, uh... just Suarez.

- That's it?
- Yeah. Yeah.

He got up here and (Silenced).

Whatever.

- You know, you kind of freaked 'em out.
- Might take them some time.

You look like you got
something on your mind.

No.

You're a liar.

What's on my mind

is all the YouTube videos
I've got cued up for you.

- (JM grunts.)
- Let's see.

What, more kittens or something?

No, we are light-years
beyond kittens, my friend.

- Look at this.
- Thank God.

What kind of degenerate sh*t

- are you watching?
- (both laughing)

I thought of you.

- Ms. Miller?
- Officer?

Yeah, the guy who r*ped Jimmy?

We got him.

Yeah, it was drug charges,
but it was a big bust.

He'll do time.

You want me to tell the victim?

- I thought you didn't have his address.
- I don't.

Nah, we'll track him down.

So why are you here?

- Just wanted to let you know.
- Why?

'Cause you said I couldn't do anything.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

- You got payback for one kid.
- What difference does it make?

Well, I like to think it'd make
a difference to his parents.

What was your name again?

Nick Barron.

Nick.

(soliciting)

Heeey!

Hey, honey. What can I do
for you tonight?

What do you want?

- Uh, we got the guy.
- It's a different charge,

but he'll be off the streets
for a while.

Probably longer
than he would've been before. So...

OK. You looking for
a freebie or something?

No, I was coming around this way anyway.

I just thought I'd let you know.

- Sure. Thanks.
- (honking)

- I'll tell him to piss off.
- No, it's OK.

He's a regular.

Thanks.
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