04x04 - Labour Day

[bunniefuu]

- Previously, on -
- POLICE!

(man sobbing)

- This is a business transaction!
- SHUT UP!

- Gonna book me?
- No, you're not being charged here.

You're cutting him loose already?

Detectives ain't even talked to us.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- We watched it happen!

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

'Scuse me. Montreal Police. Miss Miller.

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

- All you can do is more harm.
- Yeah, the guy who r*ped Jimmy?

- We caught him.
- You get payback for one kid.

- What difference does that make?
- Well, I like to think

it'd make a difference to his parents.

- What was your name again?
- Nick Barron.

Nick.

This is Roxanne Dionne. She
will be with us from now on.

- I'm up for a drink.
- Really?

Alright, I'll go ask the guys.

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

- It's more fun that way, right?
- Alright.

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

- I want back on that job.
- That's not up to me.

You've been through (silenced).
We're not like the others, Audrey.

No, we're not.

My man.

I don't want your money.
I want you to go.

- Just pour me a drink!
- Don't pour him a drink!

We will comprehend the word serenity,

and we will know peace,

no matter how far down
the scale we have gone.

The guy we were watching
disappeared today.

As far as we can tell, you
were the last to see him.

So, anything you forgot to
put in your report?

No.

- The dr*gs you took?
- Yep, and they k*lled him for it.

There's a (silenced) g*ng w*r going on.

Christ. Let's go.

(mysterious music)

(door creaks open)

(nerve-racking music)

(phone beeps)

I'd just like to say thank you.
Thank you.

- (intercom): Paging Dr. Daniels...
- You? You got my number.

You can call me anytime.

Thanks for the sponge bath, ladies.

Or should I say, "You're welcome"?

'Cause I am out of here.

(car honking)

(He whistles a note.)

(thunder rumbles)

(He whistles for a cab.)

I guess I should get going,
or we're not gonna have keys.

Ah, we'll break in, then.
Thanks for doing this, sir.

Oh, hey. Every squad should
have some kind of a blowout.

I mean, why should be different?

Yeah, we used to have
ours at Sergeant Houle's.

Anyway, just keep them in
line 'til end of shift.

Which apparently will be
over before you go. Come on!

Gonna be hard getting out of town.
We should take the .

No, then we gotta go take the .

We just... We better just take the .

Never take the !

Ah, they'll both be parking lots.

(police scanner): [ - , report
of a traffic light out.]

- [Saint-Urbain near Pine.]
- Come on, it's end of shift!

- . Sorry, can't take it. We're still
finishing off that noise complaint.

- [Copy that, - .]
- Nicely done.

Thanks.

And we're free! Whoo.

That's not right. What uniform
drives an unmarked car?

(silenced).

- What's going on here?
- Uh, speeding. I got it.

- Really? Where you from?
- .

- You're under arrest.
- Nice try, (silenced).

- The g*n!
- It's a pellet g*n, it's a pellet g*n!

What's going on?

Just stay in the car, madam.

- (relieved sigh)
- It's a pellet g*n.

- Nice Halloween costume.
- Bitch.

- . We have a cop impersonator.

[Oh, (silenced). Bring him downtown.]

- You're arresting him?
- Yeah. He's not a real

- police officer, Madam.
- What are you talking about?

He's a fake. He's just pretending.

So I'm gonna need you
to come to the station

and make a statement, OK?

- Yeah, OK.
- Thank you.

(silenced) wannabes.

We had two of these pricks back in .

They just fine them, then
kick 'em back out again.

- It's (silenced).
- (silenced).

You're (silenced) pathetic.

- How we getting there?
- .

Up off Laval, take the
old to Lachute.

- 's cut off at the bottom.
- I'll take Côte-de-Liesse.

(cell phone rings)

Just want to get out of town.
Ben Chartier.

Alright. I'll...

Can I ask what this is about?

Briefcases want to see me.

Well, that's not good.

- You didn't look in the database.
- Nothing. Didn't touch it.

Well, if they had something,
they'd come after you with cuffs.

Just keep playing dumb, right?
They can't touch you.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's what I'm good at.

(tense music)

[Copy, - .]

(peaceful music)

Oh! Nice digs, Sarge!

- How's the water?
- Cold.

More importantly, where
that barbecue at?

Out back.

- You good?
- Yeah.

- Whoa!
- I got it, I got it.

- Hey. You'll get through it.
- Yep.

Look at me. Look at me!

Just don't give 'em anything, alright?

Tell them whatever you
told the detective.

Whatever's coming isn't
coming 'til Monday.

Take the weekend.

- Alright?
- (honking)

Come on.

- Hey!
- Hey hey! Ladies!

Yes.

We gonna do it up this weekend, or what?

What can I help you ladies with?

Uh, you can grab the beer.

I can take the beer. No problem.

Look at this view!

We are not in the city anymore.

(jazz playing)

- Wow.
- Welcome, welcome.

Ladies, you're upstairs.
Gents, you're over here.

- Who gets the couch?
- I'll take it.

Only an idiot falls asleep
at a squad weekender anyway.

- This place is so nice!
- Hey, you need help?

Oh yeah. I got jobs for everybody!

Corn to husk,

taters to peel, and peppers
that gotta be sliced.

Wait, wait, wait. We
gotta peel all those?

Yes, sir.

You know, baked potatoes are
a lot better for you, Tyler.

Do me a favour, Nick. See this?
Stay out of my kitchen.

- You got it!
- (laughing)

Hey, how come no one's drinking?

- What's wrong with you people?
- Plenty in the fridge.

- Everything out of the car?
- Nah, we good.

- Just grabbing beer.
- Mmhmm.

- Beer?
- Yeah. Thanks.

- Do you have another peeler?
- Only one I saw.

Hmm, lucky you.

(gasping): (silenced)!
You son of a bitch!

(all yelling)

There's another soaker! Let's do this!

- No, no, no, I'll stay.
- Come on!

Go. Go get 'em.

Hey, OK, can someone give me a g*n?

(indistinct shouting)

- Whoa! Really?!
- (shrieks)

Come on!

(retro beachy music)

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ Baby ♪

God damn. How much corn
can a lesbian shuck?

You are hilarious.

I aim to please.

- (Splash!)
- Your type?

Roxy? Nah.

What? She's...

oh, she's totally,
yes, my type, yes, OK?

We went out on a date, we
had a great time, and...

I chickened out, OK? She
hasn't texted me since.

Don't...

- Don't what?
- Don't do that.

Nick. What?

What you always do. Nothing.

Now grow some balls and go
get what you want, girl!

- I plan to fix it.
- Oh yeah?

- Mhm.
- And by fix it you mean...

release the dragon. OK.

She is going down this weekend.

- Oh, OK. Bear?
- What?

Don't drink too much, now.
You know how you get.

- I am a fantastic drunk!
- Yeah, fantastic!

Dickie! Man the grill, I'm tired.

'Kay.

Oh, you gotta turn the heat up, Big Dog!

Oh, man, Nick, would you tell this man

that ribs are meant to
be cooked slow and low.

Slow and low, baby boy! Come on, now!

- Tyler is the barbecue king.
- That's right. Don't you forget it.

- The king.
- Yeah!

Then let the king do it!

No, no, no, the rookie's
gotta man the grill.

- I'm not a rookie.
- Yeah, you are!

You low man on this totem pole.

(silenced), you lucky J.M.
ain't here to kabob your ass.

Yeah. Yeah, he already did that.

- Ha!
- That's true. That's true!

Ahhh.

(sighing)

What's gonna happen to him?

I don't know.

I really don't know.

Where my marinade? Where my marinade at?

Oh, the cooler.

This man actually put my
marinade in the cooler!

Unbelievable.

You know, Dickie, you can
get locked up for that

in some states. You know that, right?

- You gotta preserve it!
- That's a rookie move.

Oh, man.

- I'm not needed.
- God damn rookie.

I gotta do everything around here.

♪ Getting good as kinds of pretty ♪

♪ And a girl can go another day ♪

♪ I gotta know just what she sees ♪

♪ Can never really jive with me ♪

- ♪ I'd be fool to ever let her go ♪
- Well, like I'm in trouble...

Hey. Let me help.

You're too late. I'm done.

You got one too many.

It's not a big deal.

Forgot something in the car.

♪ They said love ♪

God damn rookie brought penicillin, man!

- Look at this moldy (silenced)!
- I'll go get some.

You take this. Anybody need anything?

- Darts?
- I didn't see a dartboard.

- Smokes, Sarge.
- I'm good.

- And get them top loaders.
- Yeah.

- Where are you going?
- Bun mission.

Coming with.

♪♪♪

Uh, what are you doing?

- Making a fire.
- Is it cabin or teepee?

- It's a fire.
- Didn't you ever go camping?

No, my mom wasn't big on
vacationing homeless.

- Huh.
- What is that?

You planning on living
in that after, or what?

It does look good, doesn't it?

(deep breath)

(all chanting): Drink!
Drink! Drink! Drink!

- (gargling)
- Ha ha ha!

- Who next?
- I'm in!

Hey T, I don't think you
should be the bartender.

- Nah, I'm a pro, bro!
- Yeah, that's my point.

No, I'm good. I'm good. It's all good.

- Light this up!
- Everybody ready for this?

- Yes!
- Light it up!

- Blow this party up!
- Light it up, partner!

Woohoo!

(indistinct chatter)

(fireworks banging)

Whoo!

Yeah!

Whoo.

(crackling boom; cheers and applause)

(wild cheering) Yeah!

Nice one, pal.

- Always liked fireworks.
- Yeah, me too.

You know, it's good to see

the wild Chartier in
his natural habitat.

Well, maybe there's someplace
for you out there too.

Hm. Yeah.

Alright, who's up for deathshoes?
Come on, Dulac!

- You look athletic!
- What's deathshoes?

Same as regular horseshoes,
except you stand barefoot

in the box. You step out,
other guy gets two points.

- No way. I like my feet.
- That's right.

Keep those fungi flippers covered.
Ain't nobody trying to see that.

- (silenced) off, Tyler.
- This your guy right here, Sarge!

He's got you!

Alright, I've got a victim. Let's go!

- What do I do?
- Take these.

Shoes off. Make a
little square, right...

Shoes off?!

- Beer?
- Yeah, thanks.

Big Dog, right? Tyler Joseph.

Thinks he knows it all.

He's a career patroller.

I gotta swallow his
(silenced) every day...

Alright, alright.

- Alright, alright! Ha ha.
- Look at him!

One for you and another one for you!

(muffled shriek; cackling)

That's a man that's gonna drink again.

He's a (silenced)-up waiting to happen.

The (silenced) you talk...

You think you're better than him?

Tyler's the most loyal guy I know.

He's a good partner.

You get that? You wanna make detective,

you need guys like Tyler on your side.

The path you're going down now,

with that (silenced), you
won't live long enough.

- (Clank!)
- AAAH!

- (laughing)
- DAMN IT!

- Hey Sarge, you need a beer?
- Yes!

- Nick, you want a beer for that foot?
- You're damn right I do!

Alright, who's next?

Come on!

Dulac.

Come check this out.

Have a look.

Don't see stars like
that in the city, huh?

Yeah, I used to have an OK telescope.

Make out the moon craters.

Me too.

My dad bought it for me.

Thought I'd be an engineer

or work on the space arm or something.

What happened?

(silenced) at school.

My dad expected I'd be a cop.

Then you haven't disappointed him.

Not yet.

Chartsy! There you are.

- Hey, thank you, sir!
- You got it, pal!

You were right, man. We needed this.

Yeah, without a doubt. Times
with great friends, right?

Whoa!

- Bear!
- What's going on?

Whoa! No, no, no, come on. Come on.

- Oh! That is strong!
- Yes, it is strong!

No...

- Double banger.
- You know what? I think

it's time you switch over to water.
What do you think, huh?

- I love you guys.
- We love you too, Bear.

- Watch my balls.
- Whoa, whoa. Bear? Bear? Bear!

- Hey.
- Hey.

Roxy?

Come on. You and me.

Come on!

How about we stay here with everyone?

(loudly): Nobody's gonna notice!

I'm the new girl.
Everyone's gonna notice.

Oh.

Hey, that's mine.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Here.

I'm gonna go get another one.

- Refill?
- Yeah, man!

- You know I got you guys covered.
- Yeah, you always do.

- Same deal?
- Same deal.

(sighing)

(mournful piano music)

Well, this is it, huh?

Alright, Tyler Joseph.

Last call. (sighing)

Bring it home, baby.

Yeah, you can do it.

Here.

I don't like the taste of water.

I'm too old for this (silenced).

I wanna go to bed.

Yeah. Near-beer.

Chartier brought some
real good Irish whiskey.

No, no thanks.

You're either their drinking
buddy or their sergeant.

You can't be both.

(grunts with exertion)

- Hey, where you been?
- Hey!

What happened?

Did the new girl shut you down?

(laughing)

Screw her, Bear. Come do sh*ts with me.

Nope. You're gonna stay right
here with me. Come on.

- No. Come. Let's go.
- Hey. Are you OK?

Yeah, yeah, yeah! I'm fine,
I'm having a great...

Are you avoiding me?

Well that's the stupidest
think I've ever heard!

You haven't talked to me in a while.
I am worried about you.

First there was all that
stuff with the kid, and now

all this (silenced) with J.M...
Audrey, are you OK?

For Christ's sake, Bear. Come on.

- You don't want to end up like J.M.
- What about J.M.?

Tell her she needs to talk to us!

What's up? Talk to us.

Fine. You wanna (silenced) talk?

YOU WANNA (silenced) TALK?
THEN LET'S TALK.

HEY! HEY, SHUT THE
(silenced) UP, EVERYONE,

I'VE GOT SOMETHING TO SAY!

Did you go see J.M., Bear?

Tyler?

Ben?

I was gonna go yesterday.

He's been in the hospital
for almost three weeks,

and none of you took the
g*dd*mn time to go see him.

It's 'cause it's J.M., Audrey.

He's a cop, Nick!

It could have been any of us.

He tried to k*ll himself,
and you can't even

(silenced) show your face?
That's (silenced)!

And he's gonna try again.

Because he wants to die.

What is wrong with you people?

Don't you (silenced) feel anything?!

Yeah, you're a bunch of cowards.

I hope no one visits you.

(sombre music)

(slow clapping)

(Slam!)

There you are.

Well, that was stupid.

That wasn't the place for that.

But I'm right, though.

This (silenced) is right
in front of our faces,

and we won't even look at it.

The guy's a prick, but
I don't want him dead.

Ben, I feel like...

I feel like I'm the only one
that's keeping him alive.

And he's gonna die and
it'll be all on me.

And I just... I...

I can't do that.

The guy is poison,

and you need to stay the
(silenced) away from him.

I pulled him off his wife.

I was there.

He would have k*lled her.

You don't owe him (silenced).
Did this to himself.

(geese honking, ducks quacking)

- It's beautiful here.
- Best time of year.

I miss her so much.

I'm (silenced) up.

I (silenced) up, Nick. I gotta...
I gotta... I gotta make it right.

- You can't make it right, Ben.
- I gotta come clean.

No, no. That's (silenced).
You made your choice.

Can't live with it.

- Yeah, you're gonna have to.
- I can't.

I gotta come clean, Nick.

I'm gonna.

(sigh)

(screen door creaking)

Comin' through, boys!

Ahhh! (Splash!)

(clapping)

- Whoo!
- Jesus, Sarge!

I can help you clean up.

I ain't cleaning (silenced).

What about the security deposit?

They were dumb enough to
rent their cottage to cops.

Wake up, Dulac. We gotta shift.

- I'm up.
- How you doin', rook?

Just need a Red Bull.

You (silenced)!

(Bear and Tyler chuckling)

Only a rookie would sleep
with a squad weekender.

Sucker.

Attention, all officers:

report to room for
a general meeting.

(phone ringing)

Alright. Let's settle down, everyone.

I know we all had a good time up north,

but it's back to work.

As usual, Sherbrooke is a
(silenced)-show with traffic.

I'm gonna need a couple of
duos working the buttons.

'Sup, rookie? Want a cook?

Right here. Made it myself. Gluten-free.

(laughing)

My man. I never figured you
were the Betty cr*cker type.

So, how long 'til you come... back?

Soon as they let me. Hi, Nick.

Bye, Nick.

You look good, but these
taste like (silenced), man.

- I feel good. I feel good.
- Thank you.

J.M. Good to see you.

Always, Bear.

What are you doin'?

- Just saying hello to my peeps.
- You shouldn't be here.

I'm coming back, Chartier,
whether you like it or not.

You're a (silenced)-up,

- J.M. Nobody wants you here.
- That's not true.

(intercom announcing, phones ringing)

Well, guess you better hit the road.

J.M.'s not right in the head. The
department won't let him back.

Will they?

- Shh shh.
- [ ,]

[there's a traffic light out
at Wellington and Charlevoix.]

I love that woman.

(rapid g*nf*re)

- g*n, g*n!
- (screaming)

- In the station!
- sh**t! sh**t! Get down!

[Station . We have an alpha sh**t.]

[ , report of g*nshots at Station .]

- HEY, (silenced)!
- (g*nshots)

(machine g*n fire)

[Standby for - , all units...]

What the (silenced)?! (silenced).

[... in Station .]

- ?!
- Go, go, go.

[... station on foot,]

[heading west on Wellington.
Male, ' ", Caucasian.]

[Brown hair, clean-shaven.
He's dressed as a cop.]

[Repeat, dressed as a cop.
Carrying an as*ault w*apon.]

[Assigning official units
to start box search.]

[ , Sergeant Suarez, do you copy?]

- [Sergeant Suarez?]
- Sergeant Suarez was in the station.

This is - . I'll
coordinate the box search.

[Copy that.]

[Incoming units, check with - .]

[ - , at Wellington and bridge.]

All available units, form a perimeter.

[ - , you take William.]

- Copy.
- Come on.

- [ - , take Shannon.]
- [Copy.]

[ - , Ottawa.]

- [ - , heading down.]
- - , Peel.

- [Copy that.]
- [Suspect heading west]

[on Brennan, corner Nazareth.]

- - , we're on Brennan.
- [ - , en route.]

- , we got eyes on the suspect.
He's heading north

into a construction site.
You (silenced)!

[Get after him. This guy
does not get away.]

- . Suspect heading north
into a construction site.

We've got eyes on him.

- Good?
- [ - , back up - .]

[Copy that.]

(distant sirens)

(tense music)

- DROP IT! DROP YOUR w*apon!
- I SAID DROP YOUR w*apon!

DROP YOUR w*apon! DROP YOUR w*apon!
DROP IT! DROP IT!

NO, NO, NO! Stop, stop!
Cops, they're both cops.

Drop your weapons. Put 'em down.

What the (silenced) are we doing here?

- , it was a false
sighting, solo officer.

[Repeat, it's a solo officer.]

- No solos inside the perimeter.
- [Repeat, sergeant's orders.]

- [Everyone pair up.]
- (silenced), where is he?!

Slow down, I'm missing (silenced).

- - , check in.
- - , no visual.

OK. Head south on Ann.

- - .
- - . Negative.

- Take Dalhousie.
- (rapid g*nf*re)

(silenced)!

- , I'm taking fire.

[Officer under fire.
What's your location?]

(silenced).

(machine g*n fire)

(silenced)!

[Where is he, - ?]

- (police sirens)
- [ - , do you copy?]

Suspect is in an underpass on St.
Maurice

between Nazareth and Inspector.

(machine g*n fire)

[St. Maurice between
Nazareth and Inspector.]

- HEY (silenced), YOU MISSED ME!
- (machine g*n fire)

I got him f*ring on me. Come in from
the east. Get behind this (silenced).

- , coming in. We got you, Bear.

(g*nf*re)

Hey.

There's Bear. There's Bear.

I'M STILL HERE!

(rapid g*nf*re)

(silenced).

I see Tyler. Hold on.

Go! Go! You go.

You (silenced).

DROP YOUR w*apon!

- . The thr*at's been neutralized.

[This is Commander Gendron.]

[Hold the perimeter.
Hold your positions.]

- BEAR! BEAR!
- I'm good!

- Bear! Are you OK?!
- I'm good.

- Look at me!
- I'm good.

[ . All units check in with me.]

- .

- .

Holy (silenced).

- .

Come on, bro. We good. Let's go.

- . We good. It's gonna be alright.

- [ - . Holding at St. Antoine.]
- [ - , we're at Wellington.]

[Copy that, - . Check in at
the command post before...]

[ - , can we have a
confirmation on that, please?]

[Check again. Said we
head back to post.]

(police radio chatter fading)

[ - .]

(police radio, indistinct)

(helicopter whirring)

- Sorry, no one goes inside.
- Suarez?

I don't know what's going on, bro.

Yes, OK, I understand.

Thank you.

The station is a crime scene.
No one goes in.

If you haven't given your
statement already, you can do it

downtown tomorrow. It's been
a long enough day already.

Command centre's over there if
you want to turn in your belts.

So, what happened?

sh**t wanted to be a cop.

He applied to the academy. A few times.

You'll know more as we do.

- How many casualties?
- Four officers sustained injuries.

I just got an update from the hospital.

Sergeant Suarez is in surgery.

And, um...

Officer Jean-Marc Brouillard
d*ed engaging the sh**t.

As you know, you shouldn't
discuss any of this

until you've given your statements.

Did a great job out there today.

I'm proud of all of you.

(sad music)

(muted) regulations.
Y'all going to Marie's?

I'm going home.

I got a meeting I could go to.

Audrey's right.

It's time to go home.

I'll take your belt.
I'll hand in your belt.

Thanks, man.

(sorrowful music)

(sobbing)

I heard.

It was all over the news.

You OK?

I dunno.

I dunno.

(mysterious music)

(emotional swell of music)