Bon Cop, Bad Cop Page #4

for your daughter's ballet recital.

- Why not?

- Let me out of here,

you a**holes.

- Bravo, girls.

Let's have a nice round of applause

for our well-deserving girls.

- You obviously have no kids.

- I have a 15-year-old I raise alone!

- Then don't tell me

the a**hole in my trunk

is more important

than our children!

- That's not the point, Bouchard!

Rules were made for a reason!

- I don't want to hear another

word about it. That's an order!

- An order?

- Yes.

- Hey!

- Excuse me, sorry.

- Will you sit down!

- I didn't miss Gabrielle?

- No, you haven't.

- This is Martin.

He's from Toronto.

He is working for me on a case.

- My sympathies.

- Delighted to meet you.

- Ahem.

- This is Suzie, my ex-wife.

- My sympathies.

- What do you mean?

- Ahem!

Thank you.

Now that we have your attention,

we can present

our most advanced group,

And they're nervous, so please

encourage them all you can.

- It's them!

Gabrielle, let's go!

Go, girls, you can do it.

You too, Matthew.

- Music!

- Relax, Suzie.

It's going to be fine!

(classical music)

Good start.

- Yes!

- Shhh...

- Hey, that's not easy.

Does he have to put his hands there?

- Just relax.

- That's my daughter,

the one up front.

Yessss.

Beautiful.

Here comes the finale.

Yes!

Whoo!

(whistling)

Yeah! All right!

Way to go, pumpkin!

- Bravo!

- Matthew, you rock!

That's my girl, centre stage.

Today, you were fantastic.

Your "pas de basques" were...

wow!

You stole the show.

- We really have to go.

- Daddy, do you have to go?

- I'll be home for supper,

I promise,

we'll celebrate your triumph.

Gimme a kiss.

- Will your friend be coming too?

- What friend?

- Your employee. Would you like

to come for dinner?

- With great pleasure!

- Fantastic. See you later.

- Yes.

- "Fantastic"?

All of a sudden you're bilingual?

- Hey.

- I'll see you later, okay?

Don't feel obliged to come,

I'm sure you're tired.

- On the contrary,

I'd really like to come.

- I think you should

get some rest.

- I've always heard you Quebecois

were hospitable, but...

Hey...

Rita, the barmaid,

left me a message.

- So why don't you

go eat with her?

You know what they say

about girls from Quebec?

My car?

That's my car!

- I told you...

- Hey!

- Police! Freeze!

- Hey! My car!

- Police!

Freeeeeze!

See? Even in English,

works like a charm.

- Yeah, right!

- We could've been in very big trouble.

- You're so negative!

- The suspect!

- My car!

- How are we gonna explain this?

- For the time being,

we explain nothing.

(small explosion)

- What? Are you crazy?

A suspect has died in your car!

We have to report this!

- You're the nut case.

What do you think

your bosses will say

when they hear that this happened

as a result of your negligence?

- My negligence?

I told you, I could've brought him

myself to headquarters,

but you couldn't stand the thought

of not being able to sit there,

showing off in front of your pals!

- If your procedures

were so f***ing important,

why didn't you stay with the car

instead of coming in

and sucking up to get a free meal

and flirting with my ex-wife

in front of our child?

- That's it. You're crazy.

I'm outta here.

I'm gonna write my report

detailing exactly what happened

and I don't care what you do,

but you're not dragging me

down in this sh*t with you!

- It's too late,

because you're already in sh*t.

So if you want to save ourjobs

so we can feed our kids,

we have to shut up

and find the sicko who did this.

That's the only way out.

- Sh*t de merde de sh*t

de f*** de tabarnac!

- 24 hours.

If we have nothing

in the next 24 hours,

I'll explain what happened.

- Not one hour more.

(distant sirens)

- Anyway...

the case is moving forward.

- At least now we know

it wasn't him.

What? It's true.

Hey, you okay?

- That was delicious.

I really liked the way

you did the salmon,

French bistro style.

I do it American style.

- You cook?

- Yes, I love to cook.

- Apart from his

famous french toast,

David was never very useful

in the kitchen.

- No, but you found me

more useful in another room.

- Still, it's rare to see

exes living together

in the same house

like a normal family.

- Normal?

- Are you divorced too?

- Gabrielle!

- No offence taken.

Yes, Gabrielle, I am.

- What happened?

What? I'm interested.

- My wife was working

as the Governor General's

press secretary

and while she was in London

on a Royal visit,

she called me one day at work

and told me

she had met some sort of prince

and she wasn't coming home.

I never saw her again.

- You're kidding, right?

- No.

- That must have been a shock.

- Jonathan was 8.

He spends Christmas and two weeks

in the summer with her.

- What's a semi-prince?

- A rich guy

with legs like a frog.

(laughter)

- Okay, bedtime.

- But, Daddy, it's only 7:30!

- Not you, honey.

I was talking to Martin.

Seriously, we have

a big day tomorrow.

- You're right. We have to go

to Therrien's place. I should go.

- Why don't you stay upstairs

at David's place tonight?

That way you can leave together

early in the morning?

- Suzie, my place is really a mess.

- I know,

Martin can sleep in my room

and I'll sleep upstairs

at your place.

- It's settled!

- We'll talk

about your piercing later.

- Barmaid's not answering her cell.

- Where the f***

is the search warrant?

- Did you take Ritalin as a child?

- Huh?

- Try thinking about other things.

Your daughter is adorable.

- That's true, we're really lucky.

She's a great kid.

- You were right.

Quebec women are... special.

- Are you talking about Suzie?

- She is really superb.

She's really down-to-Earth.

- What are you trying to say?

- What?

- This isn't working.

- Bouchard,

we're waiting for a warrant.

- I don't give a sh*t.

- Bouchard! Come on!

- I don't give a sh*t.

- Great, now we can't use

any of the evidence.

(sighing)

Idiot!

- Sh*t...

Martin!

Come look at this.

- Not without a warrant!

- Ah, come on,

I already broke in anyway.

I thought

I saw someone in distress.

- Goddammit!

- Ha!

(laughing)

- Would you try not touching

any more of the evidence?

- It was worth it

just for the look on your face.

(buzzing)

What a sick f***!

Now I get why Luc Therrien's name

rang a bell.

I remember.

He was drafted by the Fleur de Lys.

Played half a season for Quebec

before getting busted for dope.

- That explains the tattoo.

- Mm-hmm.

So this is all about hockey,

or drugs?

- Maybe both.

- That's Grossbut.

- Hmm...

- You know him?

The jerk who sold Quebec

to Colorado.

- The next year,

they won the Cup, right?

- Blah, blah, blah...

(camera flash)

(camera flash)

All right... you finish

your little arts-and-crafts project.

I'm gonna check

the basement out.

(soft music)

- David!

Grossbut is here!

- Martin!

Come see this.

Jackpot!

(dialling phone)

- This is Detective Martin Ward.

We have a dead body here.

- Hmm...

(rapid beeping)

- Sh*t!

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