Male Narrator: Previously on 'Sex&Violence'
[gunshot]
What's going on?
Get at least a block away.
There's kids in there.
[hurried, quiet footsteps]
[door crashes open, muffled talk and gunshot]
You have rehab in half an hour and I'm driving you.
Ah.
You have to go. You've already missed two appointments.
Tell them I, I just-- I can't do it.
I don't want to fight with you.
Who's fighting? I'm saying hi. Relax, princess.
We need to talk about this.
The things you said last night should never be repeated.
Should never, ever be spoken out loud.
She must've done something.
You don't believe IA? You think she killed that guy?
She never said she didn't.
Why were you in the news?
I shot a bad guy.
There's an investigation, and it turns out I'm a good guy.
Everyone who was there that day is suing, except for you.
Motherfuckers.
Which is why I think you should sue.
As your victim advocate, that's my recommendation.
Still, my recommendation.
I am not suing a woman's shelter!
Very selfless of you, but you're not going to save the shelter.
Ugh!
The money's all gone, weather you get a piece or not.
Is this your husband?
Uh, boyfriend.
I don't get a lot of chances to buy a handsome man a drink.
[panting]
Fuck.
[yawn] That was a long friggin' night.
You're getting old.
Uhh. I don't know.
There's something happening in this town.
You know that was the third hanging thing
I've seen this year?
Seriously? Hm.
It's like a masturbation epidemic.
[laughs] What are you thinking?
I don't know.
It's a whole lotta coincidence.
[dispatch]: 55, we got a 417 at Mount Beale and Forrest.
55, we're at the end of our shift, Krupke.
[dispatch]: Don't call me that.
What's he carrying?
That it?
[dispatch]: He's wearing fatigues.
So a hunter went into the woods?
It's two blocks from Laura Secord School.
Hm. 55, en route.
[dog whimpers]
At the school?
51, en route.
Okay, sweetheart. I guess we're not goin' home yet.
[dog whimpers]
I know. It's a dog's life.
[birds tweet]
I don't see anything.
It's the next block.
He could be anywhere in these woods by now.
Turn on the siren, let him know we're here.
Oh yeah.
[gunshot]
Ahhh! Fuck! Oh fuck!
[choking]
Okay. Keep it down! Fuck, hold on.
[gunshot]
[choking]
[gunshot]
[choking gasps]
[gunshots]
55, officers down. We need back-up. Code 11.
[choking]
Okay.
[panicked breathing, choking radio noise and dog barking]
[suspenseful rock music]
[city noises]
[angry conversation is heard through the walls]
[running water]
[groans]
Ahh.
Ughh.
Fu-- Okay. Ah, ugh. Okay.
[gunshot]
Ahhh.
Where's my f'n--
Get your--
Dispatch: Roach--
Dispatch, I'm pinned. I need back-up. Officers down, alright?
I need help here, fast.
Tell them it's a sniper, he'll shoot 'em in the head
before they even get out of the car.
[dispatch]: 55, can you drive away?
I don't want to leave Downie.
[dispatch]: Is Downie alive?
I don't fuckin' know.
[dispatch]: 55, back-up's on the way.
Tell them that they need gear, alright, Krupke.
They need helmets.
ispatch]: ctical's assembling. ere are units responding now.
I told you, don't send fuckin' units, dude!
It's a sniper! It's a sniper!
atch]: y've been alerted to the per. Can you get to Downie?
I don't fuckin' know... No.
Okay. I don't know. Maybe.
[dispatch]: -- Downie--
Ahh. Maybe. Maybe.
Arhh.
[gunshot]
Arhh. [struggling noises]
[gunshot]
[starts car]
[dog barks]
[car squeals in reverse]
[dog barks]
Downie. Downie!
[dog barks]
Krupke, I said no patrol cars!
[dispatch]: 55, What car is it?
I don't know, I can't see the number.
[gunshot]
Shit! He's firing on Duffis and MacIntyre--
[gunshots ring out]
Get down. Shit!
Downie!
[gunshots continue]
[dog barks]
Stay! Downie, come on now! Fuck!
Uhh, uhh.
Okay.
Arhh. Fuckin' hell!
[gunshot]
Shit!... Fuck!
[gunshot]
Shit! Fuck!
[gunshots continue]
She got him out?
Yeah, she got him.
Great, now how do we get out?
[gunshots continue]
They're in the car!
We're not going there.
They're shot man! The shooter's up the hill! They--
We don't go into the line of fire.
I can't drive any closer!
We're not doin' it.
They're gonna die!
I don't wanna be like them.
Watch out.
Look, I'm thinking we just stay here, keep this guy busy
and keep him away from that school.
Just sit here for target practice?
Better you than a bunch of six-year olds.
What if he hits the gas tank, the car blows up?
What are you, Jerry fuckin' Bruckheimer?
That doesn't happen in real life.
He hits the gas tank, the gas drips out.
Well I wanna get out.
Fine, get out.
How do we know he's still out there?
Gimme your hat. What the fuck?
[gun shot rings out]
I think he's still out there. Ahh.
[knocks loudly]
Police! Open up!
I need some help moving some wounded officers from the car.
I'm not letting anyone outside.
Car's out of the line of shooters. Please.
No. Ma, they need help.
Not from you.
Hey, if it was me, you'd want someone to do it. Let's go.
Look, we could drive into those woods.
We can't drive into the woods.
We can't see him from here. We could surprise him.
He can see us. You can't sneak up on someone who can see you.
Downie's out. Wait for tactical.
I wanna get this guy.
They'll get him.
Alright, I can drive you down past those houses.
Alright, better yet, you drive me down to Downie's car
we'll separate, I'll work around back,
I'll keep him busy and make sure he stays in those woods.
Or sneak up behind him, get your head blown off.
God, you know me so well. Fuck you.
It's like we're married.
I saw him. What?
I saw him. You saw him?
Moving north. Twenty metres in front of this car.
Why the hell didn't you shoot him?
I saw someone, can't be sure it was him.
[shots are fired]
Son of a bitch.
Hurry. Who is this guy?
I don't know. But he was hanging around near the school.
I just gotta-- I just wanna get these guys out of the car.
Okay. Alright.
I just-- I gotta adjust.
Okay, hold him. Okay, we gotta hurry.
If you hear anything, alright, if you see anything,
you hit the ground. You got that? Yeah.
Alright, let's go.
Hey, just wait for me! Hold up! Shit! Hey!
[gunshots rings out]
Can you hear me? Yes.
Where are you hit? I'm not hit.
You're not hit?
You told me to hit the ground.
Oh, alright, you stay put, okay? You stay right here.
No, I'll help.
No, stay here!
Ugh.
Fuck!
[breathes with exertion]
Alright.
[Duffis cocks gun]
We have to cuff him.
No!
Hi. What is is?
I got a job at a salon.
You doin' make-up?
Ah, taking appointments. Thanks.
You should come by sometime.
Looks like Crisco's been doing your hair.
I haven't been out.
You haven't been going to your physio?
Not in a month, but the pills are helping.
The pills aren't helping!
That's not the point of the pills.
Okay, let's go.
Uh.
Look, when I was at the lowest point in my life...
you were there for me.
You don't belong here. You're not getting any better.
I'm gonna take you home. I'm gonna stay with you.
I'm gonna make your bitch ass go to physio.
Eh.
What's this?
Uh. I have to go home.
But I thought you had come home.
You're the only person who could help me.
Would help me.
You're so good.
I don't deserve you.
And what do I deserve? This?
The reasons I left haven't changed.
I've changed.
Not enough.
Hey.
Hey. How are you?
Good.
How are things here?
Uh, uh, well--
Well?
Not what one would hope. No?
No. He's got a lot of energy Drucie.
They all do.
Yeah well, they don't all take it out on me.
Huh? Huh.
Uh, Kai did that?
Yeah, he's a puncher. Sure is.
I'm a little old to be taking punches.
You're not so old.
[laughs] Nice try.
It's not easy to place Kai,
everybody knows his father's a psycho killer.
Yeah, I know. You don't need to tell me.
There's no play dates for him. The other parents say no.
I mean, he's really ostracized at school. It's bad.
Have you thought about sending him away someplace
where people don't know who he is? Like out of province.
His mother lives here.
I don't think she could move if she wanted to.
Well, you're going to have to put him someplace.
I mean, he can stay here until you get him settled, but--
Okay Segrid, I'll do my best.
You don't have to do your best, you just have to do it.
Okay, I will.
You're a sweet girl Drucie but you're going to
be a lot more effective if you stop aiming so high.
We're here to improve things, not make them perfect, huh?
What are you doing?
This place needs a feminine touch.
[laughs] I'll say.
So um, I called your advocate and told them that uh, you moved
and then I made your appointment for the physio for today.
It takes me three weeks to make an appointment.
Well, Tanya does the appointments down there
and I make Tanya's appointments at the hair salon.
So, you're good.
Sounds like the mafia.
I ain't gonna kill for ya.
We'll see.
So if you need any other appointments;
doctors, lawyers, therapists, hair cut--
All of the above. [sigh]
We have a very long history together.
It was never like this, until a year ago, maybe two.
Yeah, and you want to help him, right?
You're the only person who really understands him
and so he can get through this rough patch better
with you by his side. Right?
Yes.
Yeah. That's a lie.
The truth is that, by you staying,
you're perpetuating the abuse.
And you're giving the message that it's acceptable.
He promised to stop. Really--
He got on his knees.
He begged. Yes.
Yeah. Promised to change, begged for forgiveness.
That's just another way of him trying to control you.
How long did it last? The peace.
Until last night. Couple of weeks.
And you still believe him?
I believe it's what he wants.
So, uh, what's he doing to get it?
Like, is he going to therapy? Is he in counseling?
Any anger management? Anything? Church?
No.
Juniper, I can't give you a directive.
I'm not gonna tell you what to do.
But, you're a mess.
Will you let me call someone for you?
[cries]
There's a real shortage of beds at the moment,
unfortunately, since the closure.
Bryony and Adsum both have wait lists.
Is there anyone you can stay with in the meantime?
Relatives? I don't know how much I can do today.
Mac was in the police shooting. He's not hurt.
Police shooting? Who'd they shoot now?
Someone opened fire on a bunch of cops. Like a sniper.
Have you tried consulting with Alex?
About what?
Well, she did your job for many years.
Can't be the first time the shelters are full.
She just moved home. I'm gonna see her anyway.
She moved home? She left Seamus again?
She left him for a black trans-woman, apparently.
Juniper, I don't have a plan.
But if you come with me we'll figure something out.
You only have a bathroom on one floor here.
Is that gonna be hard on your back?
I'll have to learn to do it.
And, uh, you have a counseling appointment on Friday.
I used to get so frustrated
when I had to make appointments for women.
I don't mind.
Well, it's easier advocating for someone else
than on your own behalf.
You were shot. You're in pain, you're on drugs,
it's okay to let someone make an appointment for you.
I don't like being the victim.
I... prefer being the advocate.
[knock at door]
It's open!
Ah, I'm so sorry, I need to use the bathroom.
Juniper, this is Alex. Alex, Juniper.
Hi. Hi, it's upstairs.
Thank you.
[whispered] What happened to her?
Oh yeah, I was going to ask you,
what do I do when the shelters are full?
Nothing much you can do.
They both have waiting lists.
Any kids? Nope.
She has no one? She's got nowhere to go.
Well, what are you gonna do with her tonight?
I'm stumped.
The Overlook Motel in Bedford. Speak to Phyllis.
She'll let you have a room if she's not full.
She's, ah, an old client. She knows the system.
One night?
Well, if she can't pay.
All right. It's better than nothing.
So, bye bye now.
Thanks, Alex.
Now I feel bad.
Why not have a women's shelter here?
You've got three bedrooms, a den
and a basement we can spruce up.
This is my home.
Before you got shot, what did you do here?
Worked.
Mmm hmmn.
Oh, they need more than this.
What do they got? Motel Five.
You took me in when the women's shelter wouldn't take me in.
Wha-- I did that because I liked you.
You, you think the women on the street are as sweet as you?
No, they have drug problems, mental problems--
I ain't that sweet.
Bullshit.
I'm giving back.
Really?
I'm giving back.
Hmm. Mmm hmm.
Hmm.
So his uncle or his cousin or what, is killing cops now?
I don't know. That's the news.
This is out of hand. It's so kitsch.
And what, what happened to his previous foster parents?
They have the guy in custody.
Well, I'm scared... You have to get him out of here.
I'll make some calls. Now!
Okay. Okay.
Kai? Yes?
I have to ask you.
Do you know this man, Andrew Kreilly?
Uncle Andy? Andy.
He knew my dad. That's right.
He killed some police?
He shot some police officers.
I don't think we know yet if they're dead or alive.
Are people blaming me?
No! No, people are-- some people are stupid.
[laughs]
I probably shouldn't say that.
You should probably assume that people are smart
until they prove they're stupid but there are stupid people
and you can't let that affect how you feel about yourself.
Then why doesn't anyone want me?
Oh, they do.
Sigrid is afraid because of the shooting.
Your mother wants you but she can't take care of you.
That's not her choice. You know that. She loves you.
I'm done.
But you still have a lot of stuff to pack.
Sigrid bought it for you.
I don't want anything she bought me.
Well, what did he say?
What'd he say? Who, who was he?
Nothing that made sense.
So, he said something. What did he say?
He said it was justice for the assassination
of Walter Kim by the police.
It didn't make any sense.
He's just another goddamn psycho.
They did everything they could for Harris,
but the wounds to his throat were too severe.
They couldn't stop his internal bleeding.
Harris. Hillyer.
[laughs] I didn't know his first name.
And Downie?
Doug's injuries are to his brain.
He's on life support, there's been no evidence
of brain activity since he got here.
Um, ah, I, I don't really know what you mean. Whata'ya mean?
The ventilator's keeping him breathing.
He's breathing.
He's not breathing on his own.
Hey. How was your day?
It was a bad day. Can you turn on the news?
Is it the cop thing? The shooting?
Yeah.
Is the shooter one of yours?
No.
Is it the cops?
Is it someone you know?
It's Doug.
Oh my God, Manny. I'm so sorry. Hey.
Hey. You okay?
[sobs]
Look, it's gonna be alright. It's gonna be alright.
[heavy panting and groaning]
Huh, you're a fast learner.
You didn't give me much choice.
What? You don't like it rough?
No, I do. I really do.
Look, I, uh, was thinking of going to the hospital.
I can take off.
Nah, it's okay, just finish your food.
Look, I want you to put me on the stand
when you prosecute this guy.
I want to tell the jury what I saw today.
I probably shouldn't.
My, my record's not half bad. It's better than Roach's.
That would be an easy case for me to get on board but--
I really can't.
Why wouldn't you?
You don't want to put a cop killer away?
Yeah but uh, there is a conflict of interest.
What conflict?
You. Me.
So what? We're banging once a week.
That's what a conflict of interest is.
Fine, so we stop.
I don't want to stop. I like this.
Look, I like it too, alright,
but let's have some priorities here.
This guy's a cop killer and you're the lead prosecutor
for the crown.
Have some fuckin' pride, Jasper.
Think with your big head here.
You want to stop seeing each other
so that I can prosecute some douche bag?
This douche bag killed my friend.
He killed a cop.
We're not 'seeing each other', we're fucking once a week.
[sigh]
Look, I'll tell you what, you get this guy convicted,
put away for life, I'll bang you silly.
[sigh]
[gasps of relief and kissing]
[cries]
It's okay.
Hey. Hi.
I bet you had a day.
Actually, they pulled me out of the O.R. for emergencies.
What's the status?
Dead and brain dead.
Neither one of them made it as far as me seeing them.
That, um, police woman, you know--
um, you said she was the only woman
on the night patrol last year.
She was at the women's shelter last year.
She's kinda... butch.
Roach. Yeah.
Constable Roach. It was her partner. She saw it.
And the guy just opened fire on the cops?
I only know what they said on the news.
Well, your night's about to get more interesting.
[sigh] Does it have to?
I called you and you didn't pick up, understandably.
And I would have texted you--
but your tone gets weird and I read into it--
Kai, could you come here for a second?
We have a visitor.
I just had nowhere for tonight.
Kai, this is my husband, Padraig.
From the hospital?
Yeah, I didn't think you'd remember.
Hi, Kai. Nice to see you.
Okay. That's all. I just wanted you to know who's in the house.
You hungry? Sigrid made dinner.
Oh dear. Okay, well, I'll come tuck you in, in a bit.
[barfing noises]
Oh goodness. Okay, I can't promise my cooking's any better.
I suppose he followed you home.
The news made his foster mother nervous.
Didn't his father shoot his last foster father?
And now the news is saying today's shooting is revenge
for cops killing his father. Nobody will take him.
And is he safe here?
I don't know how many more crazy relatives he has out there!
No one knows he's here.
And you didn't want to text me.
See. The tone.
This is real, actual tone. I'm not a text.
Okay. It all happened really quickly and I got caught short.
I don't want things to get any worse for him.
Famous last words.
Oh.
Narrator: Next time on 'Sex&Violence':
ELBOWS OFF THE TABLE, JOSHUA!
I don't wanna come back here, Carl.
I don't want that either.
Tell me what happened.
Well, I was running in the kitchen
and my brother was running in the kitchen
and we ran into each other.
I just wanna be absolutely sure he did it to himself.
Look, everything is consistent with accidental asphyxiation.
Is there anything inconsistent?
Ah, look at your clothes.
Get 'em off, and I'll wash them before that gets set.
Don't you have enough problems at home
without going back with your pants and your shirt ruined?
My son didn't trust you, Maria.
Could I interest you in some pussy?
[laughs]
If you're in a situation, I don't care.
I'll arrest your husband, alright?
Give yourself a little time to get yourself together.
I'll put your name on the waitlist.
It'll take a week or two at most, not much more than that.
Okay.
Listen to me. You have to decide to go. Now.
[door slams]
[items crash to floor]
Female voice: Come on!
[crashing continues]
YOU THINK I WON'T DO IT?
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