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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 ♪