[suspenseful rock music]
[lip syncing] ♪♪ When you go,
♪ you leave me like a boxer in the ring. ♪
♪ Who doesn't know that he's too old to win. ♪
♪ And when you go, I'm left like an actor on the stage. ♪
♪ Who doesn't know that he's too old to act his age. ♪
Your heavy horses run through my stream. ♪
♪ Unbridled in the moonlight, they break the back of winter. ♪
[panting, moaning]
[Emcee introduces performers]
[applause. cheers and whistles from the audience]
♪
♪ And when you go, I'm left like a widow of the war. ♪
♪ Who sits and waits for no one at the door. ♪
♪ And when you go, I'm left like a junkie on the floor. ♪
♪ Who prays to be invisible so she can't be ignored. ♪
Thanks so much for this.
We raised 800 dollars tonight.
Only 200 more of these and we'll have all the money.
[laughs] Thank you.
You're welcome sweetheart.
♪ Unbridled in the moonlight,
♪ they break the back of winter. ♪
I love you.
♪ Be kind to me, I want to ease into this heartache tonight. ♪
♪ Every great love passes and so must time. ♪
♪ I have the wisdom of the staircase tonight. ♪
♪ It only takes a pinhole to upset the dark. ♪
[Emcee introduces Alex and her shelter fundraiser]
♪ You donate your time but I donate my heart. ♪
[audience cheers and applauds]
Can you go for breakfast? Unless I get a call.
You can call me if you wanna come. Okay.
[music echoes and fades out]
[traffic noise]
[sighs and yawns awake]
You stayed the night?
I did.
You can't do that.
Didn't say in my contract either way.
This is a women's shelter. I fucked up. I'm sorry.
I won't tell anyone.
Put on your clothes, start repairing things.
Pretend you came early.
I did cum too early.
I'm not complaining.
So what should I fix?
Dunno, the kitchen sink, the bathroom toilet,
everything's broken around here.
It's my dream house.
Ellery. Yeah?
[sighs] Thanks. You're a good man.
Yep.
Ellery! Yeah?
Uh, do you drink?
Well it's a bit early for me.
Well uh, when you leave, take that stuff with you?
And um, could you carry her up to bed?
You'll hafta get her feet.
CHANEL! [sighs]
Do you think I should do something about this scar?
I could do you a tummy tuck.
Do you think I should?
Well... it would be a new scar.
We could monitor the scarring very closely.
Or we could try to minimize the scar that's already there.
If it bothers you.
Does it bother you?
Mm, nope.
But it's what you do.
What would you do?
[sighs]
Well.
Hmm.
We take out some fat here and pull this nice and tight.
Do a little lift here, and here, suck out some cellulite.
Well, hmm, we're a little lopsided.
So implants and a lift, good and round, no sagging.
And implants here for some dramatic cheekbones.
Break the bridge for a button nose.
The hair, hmm.
Black hair with tight, tight curls. A little fro.
You fuck.
Mmm. [laughs]
You're such an ass.
You're perfect.
Hmm. Hmm?
You jerk.
[chuckles]
So what about friends?
I met a guy at a café. He was reading Moby Dick.
We hung out for awhile.
Not anymore?
He had a bald spot and his body was a little soft.
He got a little weird on me.
Weird how?
Needy. Judgey.
He kept getting close then pulling away. Trust issues.
We weren't really into the same things; nothing in common.
Specifically.
I don't really like Moby dick.
He was boring.
He lived with his mom, y'know.
That would do it.
[inhales] Don't get too discouraged.
Sometimes it takes a long time to find somebody to love.
Where are you living now?
Still couch surfing.
How are your nightmares?
Still got 'em.
Still... wake up gasping for air sometimes.
You been checked for apnea?
But you're sleeping?
Plenty of sleep.
What have you decided about your birth parents?
I registered and neither of my birth parents were registered.
So...
They may register. They may try to find you someday.
I thought I was holding out, y'know.
Not registering to find them.
Making them wait, making them suffer
and it turns out they weren't looking for me at all.
Y'know, you shouldn't try to imagine
your birth parents' circumstances.
I'm not.
The one thing I really know about them
is that they never looked for me.
Miss Mackay.
Hi?
Finn?
Oh my God.
Look at you. I haven't seen you in--
I aged outta the system, six or seven years ago.
How are you, Finn?
Really good.
Yeah?
Yeah.
I'm so happy to hear that.
You getting therapy too?
Uh, nope. I'm here with a client.
Well, it was nice to bump into you.
Yeah, you too. All grown up.
Have a good one.
Bye.
Dear Jacob, I hope they have X-box in heaven
and Sweetie Smash and Bang Star.
I miss you.
Out of our whole family I loved you best.
I love Dad and Mom and Jeremy too
but you were the only one who was smaller than me
and the only one who ever really needed me.
I had to help you learn to walk.
I had to slow down so you could walk to school with me.
I helped you learn to tie your own shoes.
I made Jeremy include you in cops and robbers
and blind mans bluff and all that,
so you didn't have to be alone.
And now I'm alone.
I would've taught you to play hockey and crazy eights.
[voice cracking] I was really looking forward to
you being worst than me at stuff,
at everything, cause you were littler.
I would've won at everything.
[sobs] But I woulda let you win sometimes
or else you'd give up.
So why do you wanna open a women's shelter?
Why do you want to counsel abused women?
Alex, I've had such a shitty week. Month.
If you want me to authorize this as a shelter,
you're gonna need to give me a straight answer.
Look I'm not asking you for permission.
I'm opening this shelter.
I need a letter from you, making me eligible to apply for grants.
Well you can't ask Neville 'cause he fired you.
Why did he fire you?
He said I was old.
Is that all?
Ask him and tell me what he says, I'm curious.
Look, that money has been sitting in there
since the last shelter closed.
Everyone is after that money.
Both women's shelters and the teen shelter
wants letters from me.
They are not what that money is for!
That money is for short-term,
emergency shelters, with no wait!
Alex, being a lawyer made you a good victims advocate.
That's not the right background to run a shelter.
A shelter needs a softer touch.
How the fuck would you know what a women's shelter needs?
You're gonna have to find your letter elsewhere.
[pours drink and ice cubes rattle]
Thank you. You're welcome.
Hey!... I was thinking.
Maybe I should stay home for a while.
Not work. Stay home with the kids.
You love your job.
Yeah, no, I do, I absolutely do
but those kids need attention.
I can go back in a year, six months.
Well, I've been thinking of taking some time myself.
Sabbatical to upgrade my laser.
I could stay home.
To be perfectly honest I'm kinda burnt out.
[laughs] You want to stay home with the kids.
Yeah! We could get a sitter one afternoon a week.
Could we? On a social workers salary?
We um, rent out the house, get a smaller place in town?
Isn't that a little counter-intuitive,
to grow a family and downsize at the same-time?
Well, I think a lot of people do that, kids are expensive.
Yeah.
Too expensive to raise on a social workers salary.
I think I have to be the one to stay at home.
You go out and keep enjoying the benefits of patriarchy.
[scoffs] Wait, so you stay home from a job you love
and I have to go out to a job I hate,
and that constitutes you being oppressed by the patriarchy
and me benefitting from it?
[chewing] Yeah, ghastly, isn't it?
[laugh of disbelief] But we both don't get what we want.
Why is that a benefit to me, exactly?
'Cause I work helping people heal from trauma,
and I earn in the low five figures
and you work helping people heal from trauma,
and you earn what-- five times as much?
Or, I put in ten years of schooling and got three degrees.
I put in seven and have two degrees
so that's not great math.
Plus your parents pushed you to go to med school
and they paid for it.
Mine told me to marry a doctor.
[sarcastically] Yeah, exactly. [scoffs]
Well, I wouldn't want to disappoint your parents,
you know... if you ever speak to them again.
Look.
Is there a woman surgeon on your ward who earns more than you do?
Mm, no... I don't think so.
Are there any male surgeons?
Of say, all European descent, who earn more than you do?
Yes.
Huh. Weird.
We think you should move in with us.
Into your house?
We have room.
You're... tolerant.
It was my idea.
So... what's in it for you?
My husband's happiness.
I mean you can pay what you can afford or nothing at all.
I mean, I really don't want you to leave.
We don't want you to leave.
Like a threesome?
No, like Mormons. You'll be my sister wife.
Hmm.
Okay. All choked with belts. Right?
It's uh, that's a lot in common, right?
They gotta be connected. These two here.
[sighs] So, a bunch of guys who strangled themselves, were gay.
That makes you think homicide instead of accidental suicide.
Three victims, no connection.
M.E. doesn't even say murder.
There's nothing here.
I know though, I-I'm sure of this.
There's something here.
You can't go around calling murder investigations
on your gut constable.
So how are you coping with your loss?
What happened to Manuel?
I already talked to him about all this stuff.
Well, this is grief counseling.
Oh God.
So, this is a step up for you,
it's a step closer to closing your file.
Your partner died.
Yeah, we, we'd been partners for a couple weeks,
we weren't like, well actually, just a couple months.
Okay, and in those couple of months
did you form any kind of bond?
[sighs] I liked Hilliard.
Okay... do you ever think about him?
What about Constable Downey, who was also your partner?
I liked Downey too.
And do you ever, ever think about him?
I think about putting their killer away for life.
I tried to save them, alright, I failed.
They're dead. What more is there?
Why do you think that you lived, and they died?
What do you think?
Hilliard was huge.
He was on the driver side, same side as the gunman.
I'm short. The man couldn't see me.
So, you didn't survive because you're smart--
[sniggers]
--or you're brave, or you're well trained,
but because you're short?
I'm not, I'm not better trained.
I'm not smarter. I'm not braver.
Hey but, Downey's dog survived,
maybe she's the fucking smart one.
What? Alright no, I don't think I deserved to die, okay?
Receptionist on phone: Alex? Neville's still on the other line.
He said he'd fire me if I keep bothering him.
Alright? I'm going to have to let you go.
He's in the third seat. You didn't hear that from me.
What, are you stalking me now?
I called you at your office.
And I didn't take your call.
I was actually a little surprised to hear from you.
I want to open a women's shelter.
I need a letter from a social service agency
to apply for a grant.
You know me, I'm determined.
Oh, determined? What about obtuse.
Manipulative, self-serving, egotistical, sex-addicted--
All right.
Look. Everyone wants that money.
I know. People will be calling you for a reference.
You're my last employer.
What am I going to tell them? You lose victims, lie to police,
sleep with witnesses all a little bit drunk on tequila?
No. I'm not even going to tell them that you got fired.
I'm going to say that you were shot at a women's shelter
protecting your clients because you, are a hero.
And it's going to look really good on my organization.
You little bitch.
I know! I'm really enjoying the last laugh.
I told him-- he should let it go.
Warn Walter and move on.
I told him--
I never wanted to see him or his family again.
But, about the police Miss Kim.
I tol-- I told Andrew that what my husband did was unforgivable.
Not... what he did to my face. Killing a child.
Killing a bunch of strangers.
He deserved to die, and the police killed him.
And, did you tell him what you saw at the women's shelter?
When your husband was apprehended by Constable Roach?
Objection.
Look, I'm just asking the witness to relay her statements
to the defendant your honour.
Constable Roach was cleared by a police investigation.
And I'm not asking about the internal investigation.
The witness gave the defendant direct information.
I'll allow it.
I told Andrew the police took Walter.
Took away his gun and put him down like a rabid dog.
And I was glad, because it had to be done.
You're serious?
Isn't this what you wanted?
You told me it wasn't likely.
It wasn't, but, you know, you did it.
[exhales] I stopped trying!
I hear that a lot.
[sighs] I just filed a petition to adopt.
I heard that too.
I just--
Do you still want the pregnancy?
It's very early on, since you were paying
such close attention.
I was paying attention to perimenopause,
that's where you had my head!
Well, you're still perimenopausal.
Does that make it riskier?
At your age you're at risk for a bunch of different things.
Like down syndrome, genetic disorders,
pre-eclampsia, even miscarriage.
We'll watch you closer than if you're thirty,
but you've got nothing to worry about.
You're perfectly healthy.
[exhales]
Here?
You can take either room but this one's more private.
Diarmuid would hear less.
Wow.
I know, just being practical.
So, y'wanna break 'er in?
Um, I'm going to err on the side of caution here. Let's defer.
Hm. No. I'm not moving in here to not have sex with you.
Mr. Cellophane can handle it, then he can handle it.
If he can't, then I'm not stayin'.
Um. Hold on.
[laughter, moans and thumping noises from bedroom]
[ice cubes rattle in glass]
Hey! Hey!
Everything alright? Yeah!
Where are the kids?
I got a sitter.
A sitter? [mockingly] What the--
I know. I figured it was time.
I thought you might want to grab some dinner.
If I'd known it'd get me a date night
I'd a brought home some stray kids a long time ago.
If you have the time?
Yeah, yeah, yeah! Thai, Indian, what do you want?
Hmm... hmm...
I do have a particular craving.
Yeah? For?
Pickles and ice cream?
[exhales]
[water drips in shower]
Hello?
Do you have any uh, pimple cream?
Why would I have pimple cream?
You don't get pimples?
Not since the '90s.
Lucky you.
What if I uh, borrow this alcohol?
Help yourself.
Thanks bro.
Okay.
This is where my mom lives?
Yeah.
Come here.
You don't really want him living in a rooming house with you?
That's exactly what I want.
Two months ago you said you're not ready.
Now I am.
You're reacting because I asked you about adopting Kai,
we don't need to pursue that I can foster him.
You should go wash your hands for mommy, okay? Go on.
Thanks. You can go.
You have to stop and think about what's best for Kai.
That's all I do.
A rooming house isn't the best place for him!
That's not up to you.
Actually, it is.
You're not a social worker anymore.
I talked to your bosses and to a judge.
You don't get to be the social worker and the foster mother.
Nice try.
No one else would take him.
Your family's too violent! Is it even safe here?
You can go now.
I have to say goodbye! NOW!
He'll be confused! You're confused!
This is wrong.
Get your own fucking kid.
[door slams]
Maria Roach?
Yeah.
I'm arresting you for murder.
You have the right to retain and instruct counsel without delay.
You also have the right to free and immediate legal advice
from duty counsel.
You also have the right to apply for legal assistance
through the provincial legal aid program.
You need not say anything.
You've nothing to hope for from any promise or favour
and nothing to fear from any threat whether or not
you say anything. Anything you say may be used as evidence.
Do you understand?
Yeah.
Let's go.
Anything else I could do for you?
I could think of one or two things.
I'm getting off in an hour.
You could too.
[music plays in kitchen]
Oh, hey.
Hey.
Cooking in your underwear?
No. Baking.
Cookie? You know you want one.
I can get used to this.
Me too.
Thank you for meeting me.
So, uh, how can I help you?
You uh, you were there when my son's husband was shot.
My, my son-in-law.
You were shot by the same man.
I was shot at the women's shelter.
Your son-in-law was killed?
He was the foster father?
Yes, did you know him?
I think I saw him.
Men weren't normally allowed.
Well, why did they allow the shooter in then?
They didn't.
Um, last month my son killed himself.
I'm so, I'm so sorry.
My son, Stephen, he uh, I think he wasn't coping well
with the loss of his husband.
He uh, I know that he blamed himself.
It made me think about you.
I remembered reading there had been survivors.
People who has been shot that day and survived.
Did you ever feel like killing yourself?
Fuck no, but I wanted to kill someone.
I wanted to beat-up on someone.
I don't know why I lived.
Those young parents... died, that little boy--
I should have died but I lived and I wanted to live.
What about money?
I didn't get anything.
My, my insurance was worthless.
I wasn't going to sue a women's shelter,
I'm trying to raise money to open a women's shelter!
That's what you're doing?
I got more time. That's what it feels like.
There's just me now.
My son, had a-- well they, had a house, big house.
My son-in-law had insurance and that's all passed to me.
That's why I wanted to check on you
and, and some of the other families too,
I wondered if there was anybody who might need some, some help.
But you... that's a good thing to do.
Take the money and open your shelter.
Your son-in-law wanted you to have the money.
I never even met him.
I don't deserve his money.
Do something good with it... Please?
How was your day?
Suckfest.
That's it? You don't wanna know why?
I knock on the door, I don't pry it open.
Do you even care?
I dunno, it's hard to tell. Do I?
Fuck you.
Ow!
I'm not your fucking punching bag!
You need to leave me.
[ice cubes rattle]
Can we have sex?
Mm, yeah.
I want you to have your fun but I don't want to not have mine.
I'm not a cuckold.
Getting off on the idea of you banging another guy.
I said okay.
And, okay is an acceptable answer,
but "Great! I'd love too! I love you!",
would be even better, hm?
Great. Love to. I love you.
[playfully] Huh?
[playfully] Yeah!
You've been working out!
Yeah, just trying to get noticed around here.
Awwww. I'm sorry.
Don't pay you enough attention.
[laughter]
Just don't forget I'm here everyday!
Mmm. I love you.
[kisses and moaning] Fuck me!
Can I watch?
Yeah. Sure.
You might learn something.
[kissing continues]
[heavy panting]
[choking, grunts in pain]
[choking, groans in pain]
[crashes into bed frame]
[both coughing]
[furniture crashing]
[grunting and fight ensues]
[dishes break]
[fight noises]
[cupboards crash]
[both are grunting as fight continues]
[picture falls]
[fight continues]
Ooh-ugghh!
Ahh!
[fight continues]
[emits small screams] Ahhhhshit!
Ahh!
[fight continues]
[strangling sounds]
[fight continues]
[screams in pain and coughs]
[pained moans]
Sonofa-- Fuck!
Hi!
[sighs] Hm.