04x05 - Flowers

[bunniefuu]

- Previously, on - :
- 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. They k*lled him for it.

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

I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU.

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 (muted).
We're not like the others,

- Audrey.
- No, we're not.

What are you doing?

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

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

You're a (muted), J.M.
Nobody wants you here.

That's not true.

(panting)

(machine g*n fire)

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

I heard. It was all over the news.

You OK?

I don't know.

(sombre music)

(knocking)

Hey.

- How'd you know where I live?
- You wrote me a letter.

Come on.

- You're dressed up.
- Funeral.

- I'm sorry.
- Eh.

- Nice place.
- Yeah, I'm, uh...

just getting settled in.
Where you living?

Uh, I got a room, but I'm
looking for something better.

- Yeah.
- You got anything to eat?

Uh, no. No, not much.

Nobody teach you how to feed yourself?

- You're my mother now?
- Hardly.

- Why'd you write this?
- Well, I...

- I wanted to see you.
- Why?

What, you got anyone else you can call?

- (door opens and closes)
- Yeah, I'm the one who needs company.

You ready?

Martine.

This isn't a good time. I'm gonna go.

I should get your cell number.

I know where you live.

- She looks OK.
- I'll get my hat.

(emotional strings)

How long are you gonna be on those?

I get a cane next week.

So don't get too comfortable.

Just keeping your chair warm, Sarge.

They're gonna open the doors now.

(quiet chatter and shuffling)

What's he doing?

What he should be.

Acting Sergeant Beatrice Hamelin

will now speak for the squad.

Jean-Marc Brouillard was
on the job for years.

I served with him on of them.

Very few cops have to face

what happened in .

Most of us weren't there.

We were on patrol.

The few of us that were

are alive right now because of J.M.

J.M. wasn't in uniform.

He wasn't armed. (sniffle)

But he stood up.

He took on an as*ault w*apon
with another cop's g*n.

He's a hero.

We'd all like to think
we could be that brave.

(bagpipes playing Amazing Grace)

General salute! Salute!

Prepare to march.

March.

March.

March.

(Mournful music overlays the bagpipes.)

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

You believe it snowed?

It's supposed to melt tomorrow.

(muted) November.

- Feel him move?
- Don't be gross.

No, it's true. You could
feel him in the coffin.

Barron, what the hell was that?

It was his wife.

- Which are they?
- Ah. These two.

- You arrest the sh**t?
- Me and Dionne, sir.

- We didn't know he was a sh**t.
- How could you?

g*dd*mn judge cut him loose.

You did everything right.

- Thank you, sir.
- Shall we?

Richard.

I've gotta go.

I'm with you.

Excuse me. You're the guy, right?

You took the sh*t at the school?

- Yeah.
- I'd like to shake your hand.

- Ben Chartier.
- Jim Curran.

- Retired a couple years ago.
- Oh, alright.

I got a couple of friends
who'd like to meet you.

Oh, well, listen, we're
just on our way...

Apparently you have something
that belongs to them.

Something you took from
a dead man's trunk?

What did you say your name was again?

Jim Curran. Look me up.

Get your (muted) together.
I'll be in touch.

- We should talk.
- Let's talk another time.

It's his (muted) funeral,
Ben, let's do it now.

Let's do this another time.

- Is it so hard?
- What do you want me to say?

That he d*ed for you, too.

And I'm not asking you
to be a cheerleader.

He was a (muted) guy. I get that.

Why do you care what I think?

Because you're my friend. And he's dead.

I'm sorry.

(tense music)

[Copy, - .]

- I didn't know that Bear
used to be a Sergeant.

Yeah. Yeah, she got
busted back to patrol.

What happened?

She gave up her g*n. Some
crazy guy sh*t Dulac with it.

(scoffing): Nothing dull about .

(cell phone ringing)

Chartier.

Yes, I did. And, uh, the
sooner, the better, please.

Yeah, will do. Thank you.

Yes, thank you. I gotta go see Internal.

Jesus Christ. We just put
a guy in the ground!

- Yep.
- I thought they postponed it.

Yeah, they did. I asked for a meet.

I got approached the other day.

Uh, ex-cop named Jim Curran.

He's been retired a couple years.
You know him?

I don't recall. What do you
mean he approached you?

He just came up to me at the funeral.
He said he wanted

to shake my hand for the school
sh**ting thing. And then he said

that the (muted) that I took
belongs to some friends of his.

It's pretty much exactly what Figo did.

No one said crooks were original.
You look him up?

No. No, I'm going straight
to Internal about this.

Gonna do it by the book. Not...
Not screwing around here.

Yeah, you're right. You
should take it in.

Yep.

But don't... don't admit
you took the dr*gs.

I have to!

- No.
- Yes!

No, Ben. You say you did it,
then you're the problem.

- They'll charge you and be done.
- No.

And it will not make you part
of the (muted) investigation,

- because there will not be one.
- No. You don't know that.

Think about it! You say
you're dirty, you're done!

You say you're innocent, they
got something they can work.

You can have justice, or you
can tell the truth. Pick one!

Thank you.

- You're Chartier.
- Yeah.

Um, this is my partner, Nick Barron.

- He involved in this?
- I'm here for moral support.

Uh, look, something's come up.

I've been approached by an ex-cop.
He thinks that

I took something from the guy
that I was following on O unit.

His name's Jim Curran.

- How do you know him?
- I don't.

I haven't even run him yet. I'm
bringing this straight to you.

What does this ex-cop think you took?

I figure dr*gs. I don't know.

You have the right to a lawyer.

No. I don't want one.
I'd like to work this.

Come with me.

Uh, it could be a while.

I'll wait.

Chairs over there.

(quiet, tense music)

Goes in here.

- Thanks.
- What do you want?

Long espresso.

- (machine whirs)
- What are you in for this time?

It's not me, it's my partner.

He's talking to Internal.

It's like a virus, isn't it?

First you got it from Harvey.

Then you passed it on
to the country boy.

Subject is Officer Ben Chartier.

Interview conducted by Detective Dupuis.

- I'm sorry, who's this?
- Commander Gerard, observing.

So.

Let's cut to the chase.

Someone thinks you stole their dr*gs.

- Apparently.
- Why would they think that?

I was watching a guy with a detective.

- The guy got k*lled.
- Yes.

We've been wanting to
talk to you about that.

And now I'm here.

On the night in question, Detective
Lapointe left her post, correct?

Yes, sir.

And you signed out the duty log alone?

Yes, sir. Is that how
Curran knew about me?

Did someone look at the log?

- Where did Lapointe go?
- Well, she didn't say.

Did she say why?

Work, personal...

Anyway, she left you
alone on surveillance,

which makes you the last person
to see Robert Dorme alive.

That's the man you were following.

No, it doesn't. He was with a driver.

We haven't been able to locate him.

And you don't know anything
about what this ex-cop says

- is missing?
- No, do you?

Look, I've been threatened here.
What are we gonna do about it?

Technically, you've been asked
to return what you stole.

I didn't steal anything.
The guy who sent Curran,

he's the guy who k*lled
the dealer, right?

We can go after this guy.
I can wear a wire,

you guys can get dr*gs out of impound...

- That's not going to happen.
- Well, whoever's gonna work this.

Organized crime...
Whoever's acting on this.

You need to understand
something, officer.

Nobody is going to work
anything with you.

- We've looked at your record.
- What's wrong with my record?

You just k*lled your second teenager,

four months after your girlfriend d*ed.

And I'm not even gonna start
talking about your partner.

You want some advice?

Take some time off.
Spend a year on a desk.

You can't let people thr*aten a cop.

- You don't need...
- You can't let people thr*aten a cop.

- You don't need to worry about that.
- Oh, I think I do.

We'll keep an eye on you.
And you'll report to us

the second he gets in contact with you.

Are you gonna do anything about this?

- I have a right to know.
- We'll take it from here.

Thank you, Officer Chartier.

Either of you ever work with
Inspector Elise Roberge?

And I can't be trusted?

- How'd it go?
- Awesome.

- They workin' it?
- Not with me.

Why'd they cut you out?

Because I'm not (muted) reliable!

They looked at my record, and yours too.

- Well, mine's a (muted)-show.
- Yeah? Well, mine's no better now.

How worried should I be about this?

- Did they give you protection?
- They said something about

"keeping an eye on me," but they
don't seem too worried about it.

- At all.
- Mobsters.

They didn't touch me. And they
knew I was a part of what Kaz did.

You're a cop. They won't be that stupid.

[ - , we have a trespassing
complaint on Amherst.]

- [Liberty Trattoria.]
- Copy.

- You called the cops?
- He's right over there.

He's trespassing. That's my terrasse.
You believe this(muted)?

You're not even using it.

Hey there! Hello!

You OK?

What's it to you?

Really think this is the best
place to be pitching tent?

I'm out of the wind.

Alright. It's time to
pack up, sir, let's go.

DON'T (muted) TOUCH ME, YOU MEATHEAD!
DON'T YOU (muted) TOUCH ME!

DON'T YOU TOUCH US! You m*llitary?

- Yeah.
- You should know better.

- Sir, yes sir.
- You think you can

- as*ault a police officer?
- OK. It's OK.

I was (muted) up, man. My bad.

Lucky I'm not in a
hostile mood, (muted).

I get that.

- Let's get him to a shelter.
- Yep.

Already tried that. No beds.

(muted). They got nobody in there.

- What shelter's this?
- Rising Dawn. I know they got a bed.

They got this little (muted)
private club thing going on.

Yeah? We're gonna go try anyway,
alright? What's your name?

- Petra.
- Petra?

Alright, Petra.

I'm gonna try and get you up
one more time, alright? And...

- I'm gonna be good.
- Alright.

- How bad am I?
- No, you're alright.

Look, I'm telling you,
fellas, they won't take me.

No, we can get you somewhere.
I'll take you to Verdun.

No, (muted)no! What am
I gonna do in Verdun?

Really? You have obligations?

I do have a life, yeah. Sorry.

And it's not in (muted) Verdun.

Ah, you'll be fine.

- You alright?
- Yep. Thank you.

Wait right here.

(Ding dong!)

Hey. Uh... Can I help you?

Yeah, we're looking for a bed.

Petra. Sorry, no chance. He's banned.

(muted) you, (muted). You got
plenty of room in there.

Not for you I don't.
Try the Old Brewery.

Hang on. Sir? You mind if
we come in for a second?

- Yeah, actually.
- Yeah, well, it's a public shelter,

so we're coming in all the same.
'Scuse me. Thank you.

- (muted) you, b...!
- We're just looking around.

Whoa, whoa! Hey. Wait for us, please.

Guys, guys, get the...

(indistinct chatter)

What the (muted) is this?

What the hell is this? You
allow alcohol in here?

- No! Put the smokes out.
- Let's go! Everybody out.

Everybody outside. Let's go.

Put the smokes out.
Come on, everybody out.

Let's go! Playtime's over.

Go (muted) yourself.

You believe this, Joe? (giggling)

- (muted) me.
- What's going on?

- (knocking)
- Sir? Do you know anything

- about the Rising Dawn shelter?
- Should I?

- just laid some nuisance charges.
I put them in.

They're all flagged by g*ns and Gangs.

Who are?

Apparently, people at the shelter, sir.
I'll follow up.

No, it's alright, I'll do it.
Send me the files.

Yes, sir.

- Commander.
- Fill me in.

Well, we got a complaint
that this place is

turning people away with open
beds and checked it out.

Found four parolees drinking
beer with a female companion.

- First Nations, right?
- What's going on, sir?

Apparently, this shelter's been coopted

by members of the Northern Brotherhood.

- It's a native prison g*ng.
- Never heard of them.

Neither had I. Not much
of a street presence,

but they do seem to have one here.

We're taking this on. I'm
posting a unit / .

g*ng members out, homeless in.
We have enormous public sympathy

right now and this is the
perfect way to leverage it.

Let's be seen moving a prison
g*ng out of the neighbourhood.

At the same time, get some
homeless out of the parks.

The optics on this are exceptional.

Louis. Marcel. You got a minute?

- Politics?
- Still the right thing to do.

OK folks, you're gonna need to
find someplace else to stay.

- Everyone out, let's move it!
- Let's go!

(Bear):[ - , are you back on?]

- (Tyler):[Uh, ten minutes.]
- (Bear):[Lunch is over, Joseph.]

[Get your ass to the Rising
Dawn shelter. Relieve - .]

(Tyler):[Yes, ma'am.
Right away, ma'am.]

So, what's up with you and Bear?

Nothing.

I mean, we went out once.
Then she ghosted me.

She seemed pretty into you up north.

Bit awkward. (Audrey chuckles.)

Yeah, she's not the best drunk.

Mm-mm.

- You ever date on the job?
- Mm-hmm.

- How'd that work out?
- Oof.

But Bear's awesome. Trust me. Go for it.

Any action?

Couple bad dudes came in.
Didn't put up much resistance.

Seriously supposed to be here / ?

- And what's wrong with that?
- We buried a cop yesterday.

You'd think they'd give us
something important to do.

You kids have fun.

Yeah, easy for you to say.
You're logging out!

Hey. I think you should
stay at my house tonight.

What happened to "No
one'll touch a cop?"

- I got the room.
- I'm not hiding.

(phone ringing)

Can a detective please come
to the examination room B?

Somebody here from downtown?

(sombre music)

This is for the wall.

I'll hang it.

I got a bill in the mail today.

Some custom holster J.M. ordered.

You don't have to pay for that.

I will. I'm the beneficiary.

I get his pension. I can pay his bills.

They said he was a hero.

Was he?

No. He wasn't.

But he d*ed like one.

Bastard always got what he wanted.

Stay in touch, alright?

- Yeah. Thank you.
- Yeah.

(cell phone ringing)

Farah.

- Nick.
- Is everything OK?

[Yeah, yeah. Yes. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. It's just... ]

I'm just going crazy right now.

Antoine's with his father and...

I need to get out of here.

- Where do you wanna go?
- Anywhere.

Go ahead, sir. Lots of beds. Go on in.

Fighting crime all the time.

What's the matter with you, young fella?
We're doing a good thing!

- Hey!
- What's your name?

- Larose.
- Thomas?

Yeah, you're banned.

Parolees aren't supposed
to congregate, are they?

Jesus Christ, I'm just sleeping!

There's other beds. Let's go.

(aggressively): Keep going.
Turn around. Walk out.

Keep going. Let's go. Get this
through your head, alright?

The shelter is closed to you. 'Kay?

- OK, (muted), I'm leaving!
- Don't (muted) come back!

Jesus Christ, Dickie, man,
you're living up to your name.

- Shut up.
- No wonder

people want to sh**t you. (muted)!

- AAHH! AAGH! (muted)
- Alright, alright!

- That's enough!
- SON OF A B... CH!

That's enough, that's enough.

You heard him! He can't (muted)touch me!

Yeah, alright, it's
done, you showed him!

- Sir, are you OK?
- No, my (muted)leg!

Aaagh!

He's gonna need to see a doctor.

You're not gonna look
good here, Richard!

What the (muted)is that?!
He att*cked me!

He said cops could get (muted) sh*t!

I'm gonna bust his (muted) ass for this!
I GOT RIGHTS!

Alright, alright, alright!

Shhh.

Way I see it, you assaulted

a police officer while on parole.

Complaint from you gets you
back inside, young blood!

- He broke my (muted) leg!
- Calm down.

But hey. If you want to make
your complaint, go ahead.

I'mma put you in lock up,

tell all the guards inside
what you said about cops.

You know what's gonna
happen then, right? Yeah.

Now, the other option for you
is to keep your mouth shut,

go to hospital, fix your little
leg, and walk away, my friend.

- I don't need to go downtown.
- That's what I figured.

- We'll take him.
- Rox, get the door.

- AAGH!
- Let's go.

Alright. I got you. I got you.

- Hello.
- Hi. We're making a drop-off.

- What happened to him?
- Well, we just, um...

We kind of found him this way. Right?

- I got hit by a car.
- You got a health card?

Yeah.

- (grunting in pain)
- Doctor?

They say it was a car accident.

OK. Let's have a look.

Take his shoe off, please. Let me see.

(intercom): Dr. James, pick up
line four. Dr. James, line four.

- OK. This is gonna hurt.
- (grunting in pain)

We'll have to cut these off.

- OK. Take him to X-ray.
- Yes.

Excuse me.

- Well, thank you. So much.
- You do that to him?

- Me?
- He didn't get hit by a car.

Well, a lot of people lie to cops.

And you felt the need to
bring him in personally.

Come on. Don't (muted) me.
What did he do?

He put his hands on a cop.
Said some things.

Not to me, but a rookie.

- Low anger threshold.
- What did he say?

He said, "No wonder people
want to sh**t cops."

And my station's the one
that just got sh*t up.

A cop d*ed. He kind of had it coming.

- OK. I get it.
- Thank you.

And if he wants to make a complaint,

call Station . I'm Officer Pouliot.

Officer Pouliot. Got it.

I'm Liam.

- And he's a doctor!
- (stifled giggling)

(police radio):[In ,
we have a gas leak.]

[ , looking for a car at at
Notre-Dame and Pie-neuf.]

Shift's over, Dickie. Might
as well just let it go.

Our own (muted) house gets sh*t up

and we're supposed to just
walk around taking (muted)?

I hear you, man. There are
better ways to respond.

Probably get a complaint in my file.

First shift after his funeral.

You'd think they'd cut
us some (muted) slack.

Just want a sliver of respect.
Is that so much to (muted) ask?

You didn't see all the
flowers outside the station?

I know you did.

You know what that means, Dickie?

Ain't nobody hatin' on us, man.

You the one hatin' on them.

I feel stupid.

- You shouldn't.
- How should I feel?

I can't tell you that.

Good answer.

I'm not desperate. I have
plenty of people in my life.

I don't have to call
the cop who did the...

the bad news.

I'm glad you did.

Antoine's with his father?

- They close?
- No.

I cut Junior off.

He's not a good influence.

Antoine needs a father...

His dad's trying.

Junior?

It suits him.

This is nice.

(phone ringing) Sir?

You're Gendron? I'm
Councillor Francoeur.

What can I do for you, Councillor?

Can we talk in your office?

You understand? You can file
all the appropriate paperwork,

there are jobs at stake here!
I hope you understand that

we're not putting up with this anymore!

- I'll see what I can do.
- Thank you.

(police radio): [ - to base.
- . Over.]

Great place to raise kids.

Yeah, looks like it.

- My mother would approve.
- (chuckling)

Yeah, we, uh...

We used to live near a park
like this after we moved.

Could see the skating
rink from my window.

- Kids playing pick-up.
- Did you play hockey?

Uh-uh. Basketball.

Oh.

Antoine does too.

Thank you.

(cell phone vibrating)

(dial tone)

Martine: [You're not
supposed to call back.]

Well... I'm not up on the etiquette.

[I'm busy right now.]

- OK...
- [I'll call you tomorrow.]

OK.

(chatter, slow music)

- Oh, Chartier sighting!
- Oh! Chartsy!

Hey, my man! I'm gonna have
a ginger ale over here,

and a couple of beers for my friends!

- What are you two doing?
- What else?

Bitchin' about my partner.

Oh, you're having problems
with little Richard?

Oh, yeah. Cocky Dickie's
out there every day

trying to be the man. Me, I'm trying

to make it through my shift. You
see the conflict of interest?

Cut him some slack! He's just a newbie.

He acts like the world owes
him something. It's annoying.

I'm sure he's no better
than you back in the day.

(laughing): Ha ha. I'm convinced

that kid is just messing
with my bucket list.

You really have one?

Come on, man. You think
I'm playing around? Huh?

- It's right here.
- Oh, (muted).

- Tyler's bucket list. Come on, man.
- Let me see that.

Save a baby,

sh**t a perfect score on the range...

Well, you're dreaming there,

my friend. Haha, you
gotta dream, my man!

- Cheers to that!
- Thanks.

- Oh, look who it is!
- Hey!

Hey! Can we have three sh*ts over here?

How's it going? You good?

Yeah.

Thank you, sir. Thank you again.

Well, well, well.

We are going to see the chief.
The chief wants to see me.

- What's going on?
- Councilman Francoeur

has a piece of a cigarette-making
operation on the reserve,

and his tribal friends, they...
they want their shelter back.

But that's not happening?

Not if the chief is stepping in.

- How come he is?
- We got sh*t up.

Nobody walks all over us.

Not this week.

Not on my watch.

(all laughing and talking indistinctly)

Let me grab them keys from you.

No, man, I'm fine. I can drive.
I'm a cop.

- Yeah, she's good.
- Oh, (muted)!

We forgot to toast J.M.

To J.M. frickin' Brouillard.

May you rest in peace.

Brouillard. Let me grab
them keys from you.

- No. Come on. Bye.
- Later.

- Drive safe.
- Bye.

Do you wanna walk with me?

- He was good to me, Ben.
- I get it.

I figure he wanted to die.

su1c1de by cop k*ller.

It doesn't matter anymore.

He's gone.

I know.

(music becomes tense)

♪♪♪

So. Ready to make things right?

- What do you think you're doing?
- It's not complicated.

I got nothing that belongs
to you or your friends.

- Stop right there.
- Come on, patrolman.

- I told you once.
- You don't seem to understand

the situation here. You
gotta work something out.

- No.
- It's not just you.

Your partner...

Your girlfriend, there, you've
been walking with, Pouliot...

(muted) you! They've got
nothing to do with this.

Yes, they do.

That's what I'm trying
to explain to you.

Look, I've been in the same situation.

I've been in the same
(muted) hole, my man.

That's why I'm telling
you what's involved.

(stuttering): Just...

Explain that to me. Tell me...
T-tell me what that means.

You say you've been
in the same position?

- Oh, yeah...
- (Slam!)

- (Curran grunting)
- Don't move.

Don't move, don't (muted) move.
You wearing a wire?

You crazy?

You looking for a
confession, is that it?

Look, the guy was stupid. He
should have left the driver

with the car, but he didn't. You
know that. You were watching.

So if you don't have what
I need, tell me who does.

I cut up your (muted) and
I put it into the river.

It's gone, and you can tell
your (muted) friends that.

- That was not (muted) smart.
- Yeah, well, it's gone. That's it.

You're not protected from this,

even if you're a (muted)
cop, I'm telling you!

Yeah, you come near me
again, I won't hesitate, OK?

- It won't be me.
- And if anything happens

to my partner or anybody
else, I'm coming for you.

(edgy music)

(lift grill rattling)

(music takes on a creepy tinge)