Narrator: Previously on 'Sex&Violence':
He could be anywhere in these woods by now.
Turn on the siren, let him know we're here.
[siren]
[gunshots ring out]
Ahhh! Fuck! Oh fuck!
[choking]
Keep it down!
[gunshot]
They're in the car!
We're not going over there.
They're shot man! The shooter's up the hill!
The reasons I left haven't changed.
I've changed.
Not enough.
Doug's injuries are to his brain. He's on life support.
The ventilator is keeping him breathing.
He's breathing.
He's not breathing on his own.
[video game being played]
female voice: Jeremy! Supper's ready!
male voice: JEREMY, NOW!
[sighs]
Hands... Nails... You wash these hands?
Yes.
You wash under the nails? Yes.
Go wash these hands and don't come back
to the table until they're clean.
[sigh]
Too much.
Give me Jeremy's plate.
Wait 'til everyone's served.
Where's your plate?
Elbows off the table.
[laughs] You want the drumstick?
Yes, please.
Plate.
No asparagus please.
Do you want dinner or do you not want dinner?
It's up to you.
Dinner.
Dinner is asparagus.
Dinner, please.
ELBOWS OFF THE TABLE JOSHUA!
HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU?
Sorry.
[crashing noise and screaming]
I said elbows off the table! What the hell's wrong with you?
[crying]
What the hell is wrong with you?
[screaming] Stop it! Stop it!
Keep your goddamn elbows off the table.
[crying]
[suspenseful rock music]
Thirteen year old stabbed in the arm with a fork.
Who's with him?
The mother. His name is Josh.
Did he tell you what happened?
He fell. On the fork.
Could happen.
He's in three. With mom.
Hi, I'm Drucie MacKay, I'm with Child Services.
The doctors have to call me whenever a child
has an unusual injury. He's fine.
Are you Josh's mom?
Yeah. I'm Pat.
Pat? Yeah.
Okay, Pat, you told the doctor that Josh fell?
I have a fifteen year old, a twelve year old,
and an eight year old. They play. They get hurt.
Isn't that normal?
Hundred percent.
May I speak with Josh alone?
I'd rather be here.
It will go a lot faster if I can speak with Josh alone.
Just a few minutes.
Hurry up, please.
Hi Josh.
Hi.
How'd you get a fork in your arm?
Someone tell you to go fork yourself?
[laughs]
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
and I fell on the table.
And you landed on a fork.
Well, I knocked some things off the table and then fell on them.
And it wasn't done on purpose?
Nobody hit you? Or hurt you on purpose?
Your mother? Dad? Brother?
No.
Because if someone hurt you I can help you.
That's my job.
No.
Well, what are you not gonna do anymore?
Run in the-- Run in the kitchen.
Right. It was nice to meet you Josh.
I'll let you get home.
Why was he even seeing you?
He wasn't. They paged me because it was going to scar.
I told his mother how to minimize that
and get in touch with me later.
I think they page me when they're unsure
if they should call child services.
Ah. 'Cause I have an in.
Well, his story had all the right details so they can go.
I'll log it so if anything else happens
the family's in the system.
Sorry to drag you in.
Ah, no, no.
I was watching drag queens lip synch for their lives.
You are obsessed. I just wish I looked that good.
Mmmm. You really do though.
I mean better, pfft.
You're so much better looking than a drag queen, obviously.
Okay, well you stay here and be a good doctor
and I'll be home perfecting my drag queen look.
I love you. Yeah, yeah.
[school bell rings]
Ahem.
What can I do for you Jeremy?
I was wondering if I could talk to you?
Yup... What's going on, bud?
Uh, I didn't do my homework last night.
My brother got hurt.
Yeah, what happened? Is he okay?
Well, okay. You can do it over the weekend.
I won't take any points off.
You want to talk some more after school?
Yeah.
Okay, I'll meet you out by the back steps, after last period.
Okay? Okay.
Alright.
Want me to talk to your father? No.
I could call the cops. No.
What do you want me to do?
I dunno.
It'll only be a few years, you'll be out on your own.
When I was a kid, everyone got hit by their parents,
we turned out okay.
It's hard right now.
But we don't get to pick our parents.
But it's, it's just right now.
I mean, you're gonna graduate, get a job...
move to Texas. Buy a ranch.
You'll be roping steers and drilling for oil.
You'll barely remember what a hard ass your dad was.
I'm gonna build windmills. Ha.
You'll be tilting at windmills.
Look, Jeremy, if you want to spend less time at home,
I've gotta lotta odd jobs you can do for me.
You'll feel better with a little bit of your own money.
Your father can't fight you, if you're not there to fight with.
Okay. Yeah. Yeah.
Okay, good. Okay. You'll be alright.
It's done!
[pop music plays]
Good job, bud.
Ah, look at your clothes.
Get 'em off, and I'll wash em before that gets set.
Don'tcha have enough problems at home without going back
with your pants and your shirt ruined?
Hop in the shower and get that paint outta your hair
and I'll lend you some clothes til yours are dry.
This way? Yup.
[shower water splashes]
Fresh towels. Use these, okay?
Okay.
[shower water splashes]
Hey, I was just making a bit of grub. Do you want something?
You said you had some clothes I could borrow?
Yeah. Here.
Here you go... These okay?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'll um, I'll drive you home,
ah, after your clothes are dry.
Come on, have something to drink.
You know, if you want to spend less time at home,
you could get more involved in school.
Go out for a sport.
I hate sports.
Well, you can, you can hang out here.
I've got a lotta jobs you can do.
There's yard work in the spring.
[laughs]
Ohh. Not your favourite?
Uh-uhn. You got a napkin?
Here. I love it... Mmm, mmm.
I'm gonna go.
What?
My mom's making dinner.
Your pants?
Just bring 'em to school tomorrow.
I'll drive you. No thank you.
[grunts and groans]
What are you doing?
I don't want the kids to hear.
Can you actually think about what we're doing?
I'm thinking about not getting interrupted.
Jus-- are you even enjoying this?
Fuckin' forget it.
Carl, come back.
[smashing noise] ARRHHHH... Aaahhh!
Your hand.
Stop. Carl. Give that to me.
[loud slap]
Go ahead then.
ARRHHHHH!
[things break as they're thrown]
Fuck!
[breakage continues]
[boy's voice] Come on!
[breakage continues]
YOU THINK I WON'T DO IT, YOU THINK I WON'T?
Carl! Carl, please stop!
Please stop. Don't-- Carl, I love you!
Please don't hurt yourself!
Carl. Carl, please!
Carl please stop, you're scaring me!
Please don't hurt yourself. I love you.
Please.
I knew you wouldn't do it. You coward!
[knocks on door]
You call 9-1-1? No.
Somebody called 9-1-1.
Did ya have a fight?
Wel-- Yeah.
Who's inside?
My wife, my kids.
Can um, I come in?
Look, I-- I'm embarrassed, we'll keep it down.
It wasn't a noise complaint. Go get your wife.
Bed.
I'm sorry... I didn't call.
We did have a little bit of a commotion.
Looks like a big commotion.
It's--
Why don't you come out to the car with me.
I wanna find out who called. Do you have a coat?
Alright. It'll just take a couple minutes.
[door closes]
[opened door alert beeps]
Dispatch, this is 55. Can I get a name on the complaint?
It's always recorded.
Dispatch: 55, ah, call came from Jacob. No last name.
You, you know a Jacob?
My youngest kid.
Now why did your little boy call 9-1-1?
Did your husband hit you?
No. He don't hit me.
Did he hit Jacob?
No... We threw some things, broke some dishes. That's all.
Jacob got scared.
Well, I'll talk to Jacob in a minute.
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 don't need a reason, I got nothin' to lose at this point.
That's not what I need.
Alright.
But I am gonna give you a card, victim services. Alright?
Should you decide that you want to get your kids and you
out of here, you give that number a call
They usually can find you a place to stay,
a lawyer, a therapist.
Okay. Okay.
Now, let's go talk to Jacob and call it a night.
[opened door alarm beeps]
Jacob, can you tell me the reason you called 9-1-1?
Was it because mommy and daddy were fighting?
Did Daddy hit mommy?
No.
I'm asking Jacob.
And I want you to let Jacob answer the questions,
if you don't, I'll have to take it
to the next level. The police station.
Okay.
K.
Jacob, uh, did daddy hit mommy?
No.
Did daddy hit you?
No.
He just got angry and threw all this stuff around?
Yeah.
That must've been really scary.
Yeah.
So is that the reason you called 9-1-1? Yeah.
Was that the only reason?
I'm sorry. No, no, no, Jacob.
You don't be sorry. You did a very smart thing calling 9-1-1.
I can see that this was a big fight.
So you don't be sorry. Okay?
Okay.
'Cause when parents fight, you call 9-1-1. Right?
You did a really good job Jacob. Really good job.
K.
Wanna head to your bedroom? Good night, buddy.
Carl.
What the fuck are you doin' Carl?
You can't do this.
I won't.
That's one sweet boy you got there.
He's the artist in the family.
I don't wanna come back here, Carl.
I don't want that either.
I'm sorry, Jeremy... I never wanted to be like this.
Where's mom?
She said she was going out to buy some dishes and stuff.
[city noises]
Ennis, HA-5243.
The auto-erotic asphyxiation case from three nights ago?
Yeah. Did you work on him?
No, I worked on the other one last week.
Two, right? That's weird.
We still got your guy.
Three.
Oh, come on.
Oh, just a peek.
[whispers] Quick. Little. Please.
I just wanna be absolutely sure he did it to himself.
Why?
Well, because he's the third one I saw this year.
Yeah?
Look, everything is consistent with accidental asphyxiation.
Is there anything inconsistent?
Well, there are no defensive wounds.
You see, he tried to pull the belt loose
from his neck with his fingers. Here.
Ugh.
You have to look at nails under the scope to see any damage.
There's several ligature marks, but that just indicates
he struggled a bit, which is consistent with the fingertips.
Okay, but could somebody have come up, behind him
and done this?
Well, he was alone, right?
Was there any sign of a break in?
His mother found him.
Do you think she would do it? No.
Alright Ennis, why though? Why-- why did he struggle?
[laughs] Well, he was choking.
Yeah, I know but why didn't he ju-- loosen it,
you know, stop what he was doing?
Most people faint so there's no struggle.
They haven't been breathing air for far too long
and they don't even know what's happening.
But this guy did struggle.
Sometimes they become disoriented.
They go to stop but the belt's become buckled.
So they pull at it but they aren't lucid enough
to unbuckle the buckle.
Now that's consistent with this guy and the guy last week.
Okay, so if I get a coroner report from the third body
and that guy also has the damage underneath the fingertips?
Would, would that mean anything?
Hmm. That would be statistically anomalous.
Right.
Mr. Downie.
Hello, Maria.
May I see him?
If it's not a good time I'll jus--
I don't want you to see him.
My son didn't trust you, Maria.
And now I hear in the news that my son was shot in revenge
for someone you shot. Someone you killed.
The man I shot and killed had killed three people
and was going to kill more.
I know and I don't blame you, Maria.
Not for that, I would've done the same thing.
I'd like to think I would.
I'd just like to see--
Doug, Doug wasn't like that.
He was by the book.
He knew there was something wrong with you.
Wrong with your story.
And I know you've been cleared.
But you know what you did, and my son knew
and now he's dying too.
You've done enough.
[deep breaths and crying]
--and when I woke up this morning, I thought, yes,
I need to call. It's not for me.
It's for the kids. They can't be seeing all this.
There are kids?
I-- three boys.
You didn't tell me there were kids.
When I called I didn't know that
but I think it's worth having the discussion.
There's nothing to discuss. I-- I can't take three kids.
I can't take any kids. I have only one bed open.
The discussion of Pat coming here,
and her kids going into foster care, temporarily.
I'm not putting my kids in foster care.
It would be very temporary.
There used to be two women's shelters that took kids,
now there's only one and that's a sixty day shelter
so spots do open up.
And your teenager-- Jeremy.
Jeremy, he can go to the teen shelter,
he doesn't have to go into foster care.
You can see them. It would just get you out.
Pat, why don't you bring your husband up on charges?
It sounds like you have plenty to hold him for a few days.
And that'll give Megan time to help you.
I can't press charges on my husband.
No? He stabbed your child.
With a fork.
Forks don't count? Come on.
This time it's a fork. Next, it's a butter knife.
What then, the cleaver?
Alex.
What? You know how this works!
I can't do that to him.
There's no going back from that.
No, uh, you could go back.
Once things cool off, if he gets treatment.
Uh huh, right. Take this opportunity to get out.
What opportunity? I thought you people could help me.
Help my kids.
Not me in one shelter and my son in another shelter,
and my two little ones, who knows where.
What, there's nowhere else for you to go?
My mother won't take us, after last time. She's afraid of him.
Look. I'll put your name on the wait list.
It'll take a week or two at the most.
Not much more than that. Okay.
Listen to me... you have to decide to go. Now.
He's probably gonna feel bad for awhile and he'll be nice to you.
Two weeks will go by
and this crisis will be two weeks behind you.
And you will have forgiven him.
Megan will come to you with a room, you'll say no.
More time will pass.
He'll forget how sorry he is,
and he'll beat up on those kids again.
I'll-- I'll take it.
When you can take four of us, I'll come.
Lookin' good.
Yeah, it fit perfectly.
But it's blocking a lot of light.
You sure you want to put a solid door here?
Ah, I'm making another bedroom.
Family expanding?
What is it, Ell-- Ellery.
Ellery, could I interest you in some pussy?
[laughs]
Why if I had a dime for every time I heard that line...
I'd have a dime.
Hell, you could stay on the clock.
[gasping breaths]
Oh come on. Come on, yeah, yeah!
[gasps and moans]
Oh, oh... thanks.
Ahh. All, all part of the service, ma'am.
[laughs]
What happened to you?
Whattaya mean? What?
This part of you, that you won't let me see.
That was causing you obvious pain.
I was-- I was shot.
Shot with a bullet?
Straight through.
What the hell?
You should'a seen the other guy.
[laughs] You're a real bad ass.
Not as nice as yours.
Ah, what do I do with this?
Oh. The garbage in the bathroom. Ah.
Not in the toilet!
I lay pipe. I know how not to block it.
Hmm.
What are you doin' to this place?
Bedroom off the kitchen and all that.
I'm turning it into a shelter for abused women.
Really.
Yeah. Really.
Why?
Because you men, you can be such assholes.
I could put in a couple more bathrooms for you.
No, no, there's no money. Later.
I'll do it free.
Really?
I like the benefits.
You would do that?
My father was a fuckin' monster.
And his mother was a fuckin' monster.
I wish my mother'd had a place to go.
Hmm. [sighs]
[strange thumping noises]
Jeremy?
[sighs]
MOM!
Joshua.
Josh, come out.
[crashing at door as it splinters loudly]
Ahh, arhh, ah, oh.
[shower curtain crashes down]
Josh!
Joshua.
Come on, don't make this weird, buddy.
Come on, Josh.
[sighs]
Josh, you always ruin everything.
[gunshot]
We've got him in the patrol car.
There's just one?
There's four bodies. Mom, dad, two kids.
Looks like murder-suicide.
Okay, thanks.
You're gonna come with me, okay?
You remember me from the hospital?
I'm Drucie.
I don't remember your name. I'm sorry.
Josh.
Josh, when we were at the hospital,
why didn't you say anything?
I don't know.
Narrator: Next time on 'Sex&Violence':
So, any kids? Eww.
I'm late.
You're late menstruating?
My period's a no show.
So I've been having an affair for the better part of the year.
Is I.A. still looking at what Roach did?
She was cleared. That's what set this fucker off.
The defendant was put into a state of extreme shock
by the results of an investigation into the murder
of his cousin by HRM PD officers.
I'll throw you out of here.
Wanna go for a burger?
Nah, I'm gonna go bang your husband.
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