All language subtitles for Flashpoint - 1x07 - He Knows His Brother.BluRay.en

Dad, please, you don't have to--

(plates and utensils clatter)

Go on, you say one more word.

Just one.

Boy:
Okay, this is what you want?

(Cocks gun)

(Keypad beeps)

Dispatcher:
911.

(Whispering) I work for the
Strachan family in Rosedale.

They have a son,

he's going to kill Mr. Strachan.

He's got a gun.

(Gunshot blasts)

Woman: Oh my God,
Roland, what have we done?

Ed: This is the Police
Strategic Response Unit.

Everyone in the Strachan house
needs to stay where they are.

Parker:
Clear on your count.

Three, two, one.

(Bang)

Three, two, one.

(Loud, repeated banging)

(Distorted sound
of tape rewinds)

(Mop slaps the floor)

(Bullet casings jingle)

You comfy there, Sam-o?

Very comfortable, sir.

Get you some more coffee?

All good, sir,
but thank you for asking.

Jules: What are you
doing in here anyway?

Wordsworth: 'Cause
you just had to bring it up?

Sam:
Well, Constable Callaghan,

that would be because
yesterday, I got...

Lewis and Spike: Tightest
grouping at both long range

and short range
firearm practice.

Meaning you get to do
monthly clean up

and I get to do this.

- Missed a spot there, Ed.
- Yeah, whatever.

Jules: Actually, what I meant is,
why are you down here?

Why aren't you upstairs
training,

you know, at something...
dangerous and exciting?

Sam, everything okay?

Yeah, I just gotta go
do something.

(Crickets chirp)

(Door clicks open)

(Growls quietly)
Wake up, boy!

- RJ?
- Shh.

(Cell phone rings)

Man:
Hello?

Jay, it's Braddock.

Sam, hell time is it?

0600, soldier.

You outta special forces now
or what?

Naw-naw.

In between tours.

Back to the sand in a week.

You?

Police force.

Got tired of working
for a living, huh?

Yeah, I guess.

So, Dave Haverlik.
You hear?

(Exhales)

Anyways, figure I'll go up
on the highway tonight.

You will?

Died in the field, didn't he?

He wasn't in the field,
he was at camp.

They hit the camp?

Come on, man,
you gonna make me say it?

All right,
Chris Geordie found him,

own sidearm and everything.

I just know
I ain't going up there.

It's just like we said, right?

Right.

Boy: What're you talking
about? Where up north?

It's a surprise.

What are you so up about?

What do you have in there?

You know,
a little fun and games.

I guess it's me that gets
to tell 'em your travel plans?

Naw, man.

Why you think I'm here?

I'm getting you out of here,
you're coming with me.

Where, up north?
Why would I wanna do that?

Are you serious?

Don't forget your bank card.
The units cancelled mine.

Dude, no, I just got
my acceptance letters.

U of T, McGill, Yale.

Yale?

Wow! What, you get into
Harvard too?

- No.
- Dummy.

Yeah, 'cause nothing says
scholastic achievement

like the Baden-Highsmith
Military Academy for Young Men.

Yeah, well, bh and I decided

to reassess our educational
relationship yesterday.

You had one year, RJ.

One year and you were home free.

Gonna have to toughen you up,
obviously.

So, you gonna do what
your big brother says?

- You gonna come with me?
- No.

Oh.
Oh, okay, well sure.

That's the way you feel, but...

Why are you hitting yourself
there, buddy?

(Door opens)

Woman:
Roland?

What are you doing here?

Hey, ma.

RJ, you can't be here,

He doesn't know.

I don't care.

Mr. Strachan: Hilary,
what're you doing out there?

Well, he's up now.

Margarite will set you
a place for breakfast.

I'm not sitting down with you
and him for breakfast.

There's no way.

So, uh...

Maybe later we can all go
for a walk in the ravine.

I mean, we haven't done that
in forever.

Or maybe we could...

Why I'm fine, Dad.

And how are you?

Could we please not do this,
just once?

Mr. Strachan:
What I am doing

is exerting every ounce
of self control I have,

not to ask the obvious question.

Oh, well, the answer is no.

Your tie doesn't make
your ass look fat.

You idiot.

This is what I mean.

You contemptible, ungrateful,

stupid, vicious idiot.

(Laughs)

- Oh, it's funny, is it?
- Yeah.

Well, then laugh at this:
$36,000 dollars,

fully taxable, non-refundable.

$36,000 dollars we spent
to send you to that place.

And if you think
you are gonna drop out,

then you will pay us back
every single penny.

Do you understand?

(Laughing)

(Plates and silverware clatter)

Do you understand?!

No.

No, you don't understand?

Even you can't be that stupid?

No, I'm not gonna pay you back

because I never wanted
to go there.

Hilary: Roland,
where else could you go?

They were going to press
charges for the fire.

So then let them press charges!

Or don't.

Protect the precious
Strachan family name.

Do what you feel.

Send me a postcard,
I'll be in the Yukon.

Hilary: Who do we
know in the Yukon?

Oh, Hilary, shut up!

RJ:
Simon's coming with me,

he's the only reason
I'm still here.

Right, Simon?

Mr. Strachan:
No.

Simon is going to a real school.

Simon is going to do
what's expected of him

because he is not a liar

and a stupid fool and a coward.

Dad, please, you don't have to--

(dishes and silverware clatter)

Go on.

You say one more word, just one.

(Chair scrapes backward)

Okay.
(Cocks gun)

If this is what you want,
here it is.

♪♪

Simon:
RJ, look at me.

You think I won't do this.

You don't think I'll do this?!

If you had the guts,
I might be afraid.

Simon:
RJ! RJ, look at me!

RJ!

Mr. Strachan: You are
so far in over your head,

you have no idea
what you're doing, do you?

(Keypad beeps)

Dispatcher:
911.

(Whispering) I work for the
Strachan family in Rosedale.

They have a son,

he's going to kill
Mr. Strachan.

He's got a gun.

Hurry.

(Repeated thwapping of punches,
weights clank)

Hey.

So I saw the paper.

Was that guy from your team?

Brave guys.

Did I miss something?

He wasn't brave,
he did it himself.

Whew...

I'm sorry.

Were you close?

Spend enough time,
think you know someone...

And you had any idea, huh?

(Punches thwap)

Sam, I'm just trying to help.

So you gonna go to the highway

and watch the procession?

Nope.

No?
Don't you usually go?

On a team, the only thing
protecting you is each other,

so we made a deal.

You give up like that,

you don't mean anything
to us anymore.

(Alarm pulses)

P.A.: Team One,
Team One. Hot call. Gear up.

Sam, if you wanna talk after--

Take your truck?

Absolutely.

(Alarm pulses)

(Lock and load firearms,
equipment clatters)

Parker:
Team leader, talk back.

Ed:
Go ahead, boss.

(Sirens wail)

Parker: Stealth approach,
low profile;

absolutely no noise.
You copy?

Ed:
We copy, boss.

Okay, RJ.

Okay, it's you and me,
we can work this out together.

Yeah? How?

Yeah, Simon, please,
come on, tell us all how?

Simon: Okay, RJ,
you're gonna give me the gun,

we're gonna put it back

and then you're going back
to BH.

I can't go back.

It's just for a more months,
you can handle it.

No, I mean, I can't go back.
Ask mom.

Mr. Strachan:
Oh, well, what a surprise.

Simon:
Dad, shut up!

RJ, you could trust me, okay?

Whatever it is, we can do this.

Please, just give me the gun.

(Police sirens wail)

Hilary: Oh, dear lord, no,
now look what you've done.

Simon:
RJ, it's okay.

(Police siren wails)

This is it.

Ed:
What's he doing?

So much for
the stealth approach.

(Vehicles rumble to a stop)

(Doors open,
lock and load firearms)

SRU on the scene.

Speak to you for a second?

Yes, sir.
There's an armed teen inside.

I assume you're new on the job?

- Yes, sir.
- Here's today's lesson.

Armed and barricaded subjects
tend to get freaked out

by sirens and flashing lights.

You get me?

- I'll turn the lights off.
- All right, move your car.

I'll move my car.

Sam, take the back entrance.

Roland Strachan.

Recognize the name?

Crown vs. Porter?
"Trial of the century?"

Right, right,
the defense attorney.

Right?
Hence the mansion.

Well, family was loaded
from way back.

Gold mines.

Anything you don't know?

Okay, that's it,
I've had enough of this.

Simon:
Dad!

Mr. Strachan: Your great
grandfather carried that gun

across the Chilkoot Pass;

your grandfather wore it
on Juno Beach.

Does that mean anything
to you at all?

It means that that gun
was meant to be used by a man,

which is why you can't do
anything with it.

Simon:
Dad, Dad, Dad!

Mr. Strachan: Simon,
listen to me, get out of the way!

Simon!

(Gunshot blasts,
Mr. Strachan screams)

Shot fired.

Sam, you cover
that back entrance.

Parker: Team,
we'll attempt phone contact,

but be ready
for immediate entry.

(Breathing hard)
No more.

Simon:
RJ, no!

What're you doing?
Get out of the way!

Simon: Wait! We can fix this,
okay?

(Phone ringing)

Team, you have eyes on subject?

Negative.

All right, prepare for entry.

Hilary:
Oh my God, Roland.

Ed: This is the Police
Strategic Response Unit,

everyone in the Strachan house
needs to stay where they are.

Clear on your count.

Wordsworth:
Three, two, one...

(Grunt of effort,
ram beats heavily)

(Smoke bombs hiss)

I've got action here,
smoke bombs.

I need backup here.

I'm blind.
I repeat, I need backup.

I'm completely smoked out.

(Landing thud)

(Smoke bombs hiss)

(Branches crack)

Stop, police!

(Fence rattles)

(Foliage rustles)

(Fence rattles)

Sam:
Team, subject's in the ravine.

Looks like we've got a manhunt.

Ed:
Wordy, containment?

Wordsworth: Can't
really block off a ravine,

but we've got all the bordering
roads contained,

checkpoints at every exit,

uniforms are already out
beating the bush.

Ed:
All right, good.

We've got a few dozen hikers,
bikers, and family strollers,

let's clear 'em out,
keep 'em safe,

in case our subject decides
to do something stupid.

Spike, how's the new toy?

Acoustic detector's good to go.

He fires anyere within earshot,
we got him.

Excellent.

Wordy, I want you in the Hummer.

The rest of us,
we will be heading into the bush,

diamond formation.

One dog per unit.

Let's keep to the grid.
Let's clear it quad by quad.

Keep in touch with a CP
and the other uniforms.

Boss, how's the infrared coming?

Copper arrived?

Yeah, it's messing up my hair.

Parker:
Better you than me.

Infrared...
two minutes away, Eddie.

Outstanding!

Parker: Yeah, well, let's not
forget our subject's 18-years-old,

emotionally distraught
and afraid, 'kay?

He may be armed,
but he isn't Rambo.

Let's see if we can bring him back
to his family in one piece, okay?

Ed:
I'll try, boss,

but those smoke bombs
were pretty clever.

This guy's from around here;
He knows the area.

All right,
infrared coming at ya.

Gentlemen and lady,

(scanner beeps)

This is our forward-looking
infrared,

every dot is a heat signature,

every heat signature
could be our subject.

Wordsworth: I don't suppose they have
an armed 18-year-old filter for that thing?

Ed:
'Fraid not.

Quad by quad.

(Phone rings)

Hey, doc.

What do you know about...

The Baden-Highsmith Academy
for Young Men?

Luria:
The military school?

Not much.
Your shooter from there?

Parker:
Yeah, he was expelled recently.

A fight with another kid,
the mother's saying.

Expelled just for a fight?

I know, I was wondering
the same thing too,

but parents aren't
talking a lot.

Preliminary profile?

Parker:
Pretty textbook.

"Well to do" family,
successful parents,

one sibling.

He's got a history of anti-social
acts beginning in adolescence.

Fights, petty theft,
and uh, last year,

he was accused of starting
a fire at his private school.

Steady escalation.

You wanna know is this kid
just a danger to himself,

his family,
or everybody else too.

I love it when you read my mind.

- Just call when you know.
Luria: Okay.

Sam: If we could just go over
what happened, Mr. Strachan.

Mr. Strachan:
No.

Remember who you are.

(Indisernible chatter
over police radio)

(Helicopter rotors beat)

Wordsworth:
Infrared's up and running.

I'm headed east along
the main road by the ravine.

What's your problem?

Woods --
my people don't like 'em.

Your people?

From Woodbridge?

No, Romans.

The few times we fought in
the forest against the huns,

didn't go so good, okay?

Wordsworth: Team One, I've got
two sigs northeast of your position.

Heads up, 25 metres and closing.

20 metres.

18 metres.

17...

16...

15 -- they're right on you.

Wordy, we've got two more
negatives.

Jules.

Jules:
All right, girls.

Come on, time to go home.

Dozen more hotspots out there,
keep at it, guys.

Sam:
Mrs. Strachan.

Simon: My mom's exhausted,
I can tell you everything.

My dad was sitting there, he...

He was showing us our
great grandfather's old gun -

it's a family heirloom.

I know you're supposed to
check if it's loaded, it's just...

I guess they didn't and when
my brother took it, it just went off.

I mean, thank God it only hit
my dad in the arm.

It really was just an accident.

All right, well,
if it was an accident,

how come your brother took off?

(Stammering)
Well...

My brother's had a rough year,
it's...

I guess, when he saw my dad hurt,
he just panicked.

But, but he honestly
didn't mean it.

I know my brother.

Sam:
Okay, one more thing,

you're saying your father and brother
were sitting here when the gun went off?

Yeah.

'Kay, well, if he was hit here

and your brother
was sitting there,

then the bullet would be...

Somewhere around here.

But if they were standing,

and your brother
was pointing the gun,

then the bullet...

Would be about here.

You wanna try this again?

(Cell phone vibrates)

Yeah... yeah, fine.
Just...

Do you mind
if I check something?

Where the hell are you?

RJ:
You gotta help me, Simon.

Simon: What am I supposed to do,
huh? I mean, the cops are here

and they've got an entire army
out looking for you.

Just come home.

Mom's freaking out,
Dad's in the hospital.

Is he gonna be okay?

Simon:
Yeah, I think so.

That's too bad.

RJ, what's going on with you?

Hey, don't worry about me.
I'm fine, okay?

We just gotta get up north
and we'll be okay.

What "up north"?
I don't even know what you mean.

RJ: Well, you remember those stories
that Dad told about the Chilkoot Pass

and his grandfather being up there
and how he made his name up there?

- Remember?
- Yeah.

Well, that's what
we're gonna do.

We're gonna go up there,
we're gonna make our name.

Making our names?
What're you talking about?

(Leashes jingle)

What's going on?

- It is, right?
- We lose the trail?

There's ammonia splashed
all over the place.

Throws off the dogs.

(Whistles)

I mean, what, this kid's holding
ammonia in case of a manhunt?

Spike: Ammonia's
good for a lot of stuff:

Fertilizing, cleaning, bombs.

You getting this, boss?

Parker:
Yeah, copy that.

I mean, we can be whoever
we wanna be up there;

nobody will know us.

Okay, you'll be safe.

I just gotta get you
away from them.

Yeah, but I am getting away.

I'm going to school, remember?

RJ?

Yeah.

Yeah-yeah.
You're right. Um...

What about me?

It's fine.

You know what? It's fine.
Don't worry about it.

Do what you want.
Um...

The least you can do
is help me out, though?

I'm trying to help.

RJ: No,
I need money to get up there.

Know what?
Meet me at the place.

You know where, by noon, okay?

Do it or else...

I gotta do something else,
you know?

(Indiscernible chatter
over police radio)

(Keys jangle)

Sam:
Where you going, Simon?

Simon: Uh... I don't know,
I have to go out.

Yeah? Where?
Mind if we tag along?

No, it's...
Nah, it's not that important.

(Phone vibrates)

Your phone's buzzing.

That your brother, Simon?

No.
I dunno.

You didn't even check it.

Parker: Let's get the listing of
all the Strachan family phones,

including RJ's cell.

You know I'm not gonna
tell you anything.

You might not mean to,

but you are.

We're just trying to help
your brother.

You can help too.

Man: Of course we want
to help in any way we can.

Then it would be helpful

if you could tell me more
about why you expelled RJ.

And as I've already explained,

all I can tell you
is that he was de-enrolled

following an altercation
with his cadet team leader.

Well, was he alone
in the altercation?

Any other boys involved
were dealt with appropriately.

To say anything more--

Requires written consent
of his parents.

We don't have time for that
right now.

If you wanna help RJ,
you'll help me und--

I'm sorry, doctor,
I've told you all I can.

Now, you're welcome to take
Cadet Strachan's file.

And please, give my regrets

and regards to his father.

Cadet:
This about RJ?

You know RJ?

We're heading north
on those co-ordinates.

Parker: Triangulated signal from
the kid's cell phone's up ahead.

Only you guys showing up
on infrared, sorry.

Ed: We've got a
visual on the domicile,

50 metres from our position.

Wordsworth:
Still no infrared, guys.

The kid's got survival training,
knows about camouflage.

If he gets enough cover
on top of him,

he can hide his heat signature,
so be careful.

(Snaps fingers)

This is the Strategic
Response Unit.

RJ, come on out,
we don't want to hurt you.

We can help.

Give him a blast of CS gas.

(Loud blast)

(Glass shatters)

(Smoke hisses)

Boss, you sure
about that reading?

No, he hasn't moved.
The kid's playing possum.

(Gas hissing)

(Door crashes open)

We've got some news about RJ.

Is he okay?

Did you know hs been using
crystal methamphetamine?

(Disbelieving laugh)

No, no, there's no way.

Parker: Right now,
he's in an unstable state:

Euphoria, paranoia, mania.

The fact that he's been using
in the middle of all this,

that tells us that he's bingeing

and he's headed
for a major crash, okay?

So we need to bring him back
before he hurts himself any more,

or anyone else.

I can't deal with this
right now.

Mom, please,
what am I supposed to do?

You should leave while you can;

before your father comes back.

All I can do is say I'm sorry.

What else have I ever done?

(Receding footsteps)

Hold on,
I can help you with this.

Okay, how?

I can show you where
my brother's hiding.

(Helicopter rotors beat)

(Hummer whirs)

Just around that bend.

No trail here.

Sam: He's saying
go through the thicket.

All right,
it's pretty heavy brush.

Extended line formation,
10 to 15 metres apart.

Let's go.

Parker: Hey, Sam,
walk away from the kid.

(Door shuts)

Jules told me about your buddy.
My condolences.

Anyway, you and the kid seem
to have a good connection going.

He may open up more to you,
and if he does,

I just need you
to listen for some things.

I don't...

It's really not my thing yet,
boss.

Parker: No, no, no,
you're doing fine. You're doing fine.

Just trust your instincts.

This secret trail hiding place
from when they were kids,

you buy it?

Yeah.

He knows his brother,
where he's going.

Okay, then.

I think you need
to ask him something.

Whether he answers or not,
here's what we're looking for...

Cadet: I've been worried about him,
is he okay?

Hard to say.

Cops haven't brought him in yet.

He's in a lot of trouble.

So you want to tell me
about the meth, Torley?

Look.

I could care less about
the how and who of this,

I just need to know why.

RJ was different
from the rest of us;

he worked hard,
stayed out of trouble,

kept saying, "one year and
I'm outta here. One year."

He's a good guy.

Then one night he comes to me,

he can't sleep;
He's having nightmares.

It turns out
he doesn't wanna sleep,

he wants to stay up.

So he starts taking meth?

Taking it and making it;
He loves chemistry.

But he didn't really lose it

until the thing
with the cadet leader --

- Simpson.
- Mm-hmm.

Two nights ago --

it's me,
a couple other guys, RJ --

we're partying.

Simpson finds us, goes berserk,

we're all going home,
blah-blah-blah.

Of course, he comes at me first.

Why "of course."

Because I'm half his size?

Because he's just a douche
that way?

So he grabs me
and RJ just goes off on him;

starts kicking his ass,
total hardcore.

Simpson's still
in the infirmary.

I guess that was enough
for the school

and...
That was it for RJ.

I hope he's got good friends
out there

because none of us
were much good for him in here.

(Helicopter rotors beat)

Got his shoes again.

You're not at the trail yet.

I know,
and they're heading that way, but...

Sam, lines of force
are supposed to go

in the opposite direction
of the track, correct?

Sam:
Yeah.

Well, these are going
the same way.

Doesn't make any sense.

Unless he's wearing
his shoes backwards

and bringing us
on a goose chase.

Sam: Ed, do you wanna follow
the footprints back?

Ed: Good plan,
Sam. Let's go back 500 metres.

If nothing, we turn back.

Sam, bring the Hummer around
and meet us.

Good. Deeper.

Why are they going that way?
The trail's the other way.

My boss,
he's a really smart guy.

He can tell things about people.

He wanted me to ask you,

your old man...

He hit you and RJ?

So you grew up around here, huh?

Running around, hide and go seek,
that kind of thing?

Parker: Okay, team,
heads up, eyes sharp.

This kid's headed for a crash

and when he does,
it's gonna be fast and ugly.

I never had a brother,
must be nice.

It kinda depends.

When he shoots your dad and
gets the cops coming after him,

not so much.

A lot of guys I know,
same thing: out of control.

They just needed a little
guidance. They turned out okay.

- Yeah?
- Yeah. Sure.

This one guy I knew
in basic training --

loud, dumb, fat --

everybody says this is the
guy who ditches out in a week --

we took bets and everything.

Six months later,

he was at the head
of the grad parade.

Wasn't a guy there

who wouldn't follow him
anywhere.

I spent a week
on a mountainside with him,

he told me about his family.
Pffft...

Believe me,

I figured, "man, if you can
get through that,

you can get through
anything."

So he turned out okay?

Yeah. Sure he did.

Somewhere you need to be, Simon?

(Foliage crunches underfoot)

(Shot fires in the distance)

Shot fired.

Anybody see the flash?

Wordsworth and Jules:
Negative.

Simon: What's happening,
what are you doing?

If that was RJ,
we're gonna find him with this.

Please don't hurt him.
Do not hurt him.

(Infrared hums and beeps)

Sam:
Got it!

Okay, team, shot signature's
coming from quadrant 4C,

that's 100 metres due east,

we're gonna do
a pincer formation.

Ed, Jules, Wordy, you're Alpha.

Head northeast,
around 25 degrees, 100 metres,

you'll be in quadrant 4B.

Spike, Lewis, Bravo.

Southeast, 120 degrees,

hit him from below.

Alpha, we got a sig
coming right at you.

Female jogger:
(Terrified breaths)

(Exhales)

Jules.

Okay. You're okay.

You're okay.
Can you tell me what happened?

Jogger:
I was running and, and...

And he had a gun
and I didn't have any money

and he went to hit me.
(Choked sob)

And so I ran
and then he shot at me.

(Foliage crunches underfoot)

Sam: Bravo team,
you're almost on another sig.

Be careful.

Hold up, hold up.

Lewis:
What?

You hear something?

(Canister explodes,
flames flare)

Spike:
Whoa! I'm hit!

Lew, I'm on fire!
I'm on fire!

Spike!

Officer down!
Officer down!

Quad 4C!

Spike: Ahhh!
Lewis: We need assistance!

Lewis: Officer down!
Officer down!

Lewis:
I'm fine, thanks.

Spike:
Ammonium trilodite.

Homemade explosive of every
anarchist, jackass...

and troublemaker.

Kid hits me
with ammonium trilodide.

Unbelievable.

I'm sorry, man,
I should've seem him.

I'm sorry.

Bro, seriously, shut up.

But I will say
just one last time,

Romans and woods.
All I'm saying.

(Vehicle whirs away)

All right, I'm here.

According to the doc,

the kid didn't just attack
the cadet leader.

He attacked the cadet leader

after he saw him grab
another kid.

Abused kids lash out;

this looks like a kid
who got used to lashing out

to protect someone else,
like a baby brother.

The path Simon marked for us

was the exact opposite
of where RJ was headed.

Kid lied to us;
I guess I was wrong.

I got a man down

and I could care less
about this kid's psychodrama.

This game is over now.

I don't want you
rushing back in angry, Ed.

It's a little late
for that, boss.

Let me talk to the kid.

You know what?
I appreciate the effort, Sam,

but... this is their bond.

You're never gonna get brother
to turn on brother.

The kid's a lost lead.

No, I just didn't get it before,

let me try one more time.

You're just gonna let him hang
like everybody else has?

You don't know
anything about us.

I know this: Your brother's
gonna get killed.

Maybe that's what he wants?

Is that what you want?

Whether it was a...

a belt or a cane
or sometimes just a fist,

RJ was always there.

Standing right in front of me,

taking the worst of it
every time.

He'd say...

"What're you so scared of, huh?

I'm still here, aren't I?"

How am I supposed to turn him in
after that, huh?

I can't turn...

You'll be saving him
by bringing him in.

Or you're gonna spend
the rest of your life

wondering what might've happened
if you just tried.

Look, I...
I promise you this.

Together, we can bring
your brother back alive.

Because so long as he's alive
there's hope, right?

(Trees rustle)

(Birds chirp, trees rustle)

Hey, I knew you'd come.

Remember this place?

Remember the summers
we used to have here?

- Remember that?
- Yeah, sure.

You burned up that cop
pretty bad, RJ.

Yeah, okay, well...

You know, he shouldn't
have come after me then.

You know, that's what you get.

Hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

It's okay, man.

It's me, buddy,
what're you so scared of?

Come on, man.

Meth?

Blowing up cops in the woods?

I mean, who does this?
Who are you now?

The same guy who was there
for you every night,

every time.

Do you remember him?

Yeah. That guy never
scared me before.

I'm just tired, Simon.
You know?

Yeah, I know, man.

I was up there and uh...
you know, I was doing good.

I was.

Started getting these nightmares

and I just figured,
if I stayed up,

you know, I just...
I'd be okay.

You know, I'd just get
through the year,

come back to you,
we'd get outta here.

We'd be safe, you know?

But RJ, no matter where we go,
it'll still be us.

Okay. Good.

Okay, well, let's go then.
Come on.

No, RJ, just listen.

Remember that time dad lost
his watch and he blamed me?

Yeah.

And he came at me at dinner
and he had that old belt;

you jumped in and you
grabbed it. Remember that?

Yeah, sure.
Of course.

Hurt like hell.
(Chuckles)

Yeah.
Yeah, you grabbed it,

even though it almost
ripped off your hand.

You wouldn't let go.

Yeah.

He was pulling on it
and he was going crazy

and mom was crying,
and I was crying,

but you wouldn't let go.

Okay.

I just want you to know,
I'll never forget that.

- Yeah, okay.
- You wouldn't let go.

I'm never gonna
let you go either, RJ.

No matter what happens,
all right?

Okay. Sure.

I don't know what
you're talking about, man,

but uh... we should really
get outta here.

No, no, no matter what happens.

What do you mean?

I'm just,
I'm saying why don't we...

No way.

RJ. RJ.
No way.

RJ, just...
No way.

(Hard punch, grunt of effort)

RJ.

(Struggling grunts)

Simon: RJ!
RJ: (Screams)

RJ: I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Simon: Ah! No! RJ!
RJ, no! No, RJ!

Ed: Settle down, son.
Settle down.

Simon:
No! RJ!

Wordsworth: Ed! Ed! I
can't get a hold of him.

Simon: RJ!
Sam: It's okay.

RJ: Simon!
Simon: Look at me!

Simon: (Screaming)
Let go of him!

Sam: It's okay now.
It's over now.

Simon: I'm sorry!
RJ: Get off of him!

Get off of him!

Simon:
I'm sorry.

I got you now.
It's okay, soldier.

I got you.

(Vehicle whirs to a stop,
door opens)

(Door shuts)

- Unh-unh.
- Excuse me.

Yeah, I'm sorry, sir,
that's just, uh...

That's not gonna happen.

And why is that, exactly?

Well, that's a good question.

Here's a better question, sir:

Who does the big-time
lawyer call

when he needs a big-time lawyer?

I've had just about
enough of this.

Haven't we all.

(Car starts up)

Jules:
Hey.

Lewis and Spike are out
of the hospital.

You seen sarge?

Yeah, he met up with the doc;

they're gonna get that kid
a psych evaluation.

They don't think
he belongs in jail.

Where's Sam at?

Oh, he had, um,
he had some personal stuff.

("We Made A Pact" by
Hey Rosetta) ♪ You... ♪

♪ You and I made a pact ♪

♪ A deal that as we lay dying ♪

♪ We think about
each other then ♪

♪ We smile as we're taken in ♪

♪ I... ♪

♪ I listen like a little child ♪

♪ To the story
of your earthbound pilot ♪

♪ He plummeted so violent ♪

♪ A parachute not opening ♪

♪ And rushing to oblivion ♪

♪ He broke into
that knowing grin ♪

♪♪

♪ And I... ♪

♪ I think about that a lot ♪

♪ 'Cause a lot
is what I've not got ♪

♪ A smile is what
I used to expect ♪

♪ In the clutches
of this darkness ♪

♪ You billowed like
a bowl of silk ♪

♪ And slowed me
from my ruining ♪