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♪♪♪♪
[ominous music]

Shelley:
Billy.

Billy:
Hmm?

Shut up!

[loud thumping]

Shelley:
Billy!

[Billy yelling]

[loud thumping]

Shelley:
Billy!

Stop!

[Billy yelling]

Billy:
You like me when I buy
you stuff though, don't you?

Shelley:
Get out!

Billy:
Bitch!

Shelley:
Get
out of here!

Fuck!

[door slams]

Radio host:
And welcome
back to the program.

Thanks very much
for joining us-

here on this Friday
edition of Open Line.

As advertised, joining us
live in the studio now-

is the premier-in-waiting,
Mr. Frank Coleman.

Mr. Coleman, thanks for
joining us this morning.

Nice to see you.

Coleman:
Great
to see you, Paddy.

Host:
Of course
there's a lot of issues-

that people will
want to address-

through phone calls,
emails and tweets today.

[dog barking]

What we're going to do is
open it up to the callers.

[dog barking]

[watch strap rattling]

[rings clinking]

[car door indicator beeping]

[indistinct chatter]

[men yelling indistinctly]

[hitting and yelling]

Man:
Oh my God, man!

Dude, stop man!

♪♪♪♪
[soft acoustic guitar]

Leo:
Everybody's go
a hometown.

Some leave.

Some stay.

Some do both.

[distant seagulls crying]

[keys rattling]

[door unlocking]

A hundred kids

all willing to fight for
their little bit of turf.

Single mothers and
extended families-

share views on a world that
has all but forgotten them.

[prison guard yells]

[door buzzer sounds]

Tears of joy
and sadness.

The nectar they drink.

My father would say-

from his barstool-

that hope was a dance
we could never learn.

[buzzer sounds]

Most of us
try to forget

the beautiful demolition
of our dreams-

and believe again-

in hope.

♪♪♪♪
[soft acoustic guitar continues]

Man:
Hey old
Skinner, man!

What are ya
at, my son?

Good to see
you, buddy.

You're looking good!

You're out
though, are ya?

Good to see
you b'y.

Bus recording:
Next stop-

The Courts.

Frank:
Good to have
you back, I says.

Yes, sir.

Hey.

Proper cause for a
celebration, mate!

-No, man.

I'm good.

-I never asked you
if you were good.

I asked you if you
wanted a beer b'y.

[beer can opening]

t warm.

[Frank slurping]

Ahhhh.

Hey, Frankie.

Where is everybody?

Inside on their screens.

Twitting or twatting or
whatever it is they does.

The courts are not the same
since you been gone, Billy.

Even got that immigrant
crowd living here now.

Mohammed: [Arabic]

Frank:
Ahhhh.

They're good people, though.

They kind of reminds
me of the way-

you and your brother
used to be.

Helping each other
out, you know?

Billy Skinner!

Fish out of water
in his own home!

[Arabic]

[indistinct TV show voices]

Bologna sandwiches
in the fridge.

-Just had three
years' worth.

I'm all set.

Smoke?

[beer pouring]

How you been?

[Mae scoffs]

Just great.

Just fucking great.

I tried calling you
the last little while.

-I was busy.

Renovating.

[beer pouring]

[bottle clinking]

Billy:
Heyyyy!

[Billy clapping]

How's my buddy?

♪♪♪♪
[soft TV music]

Narrator:
The
puffins have gone.

And the parents' job is
done for another year.

Billy:
I'm sorry
I left ya, man.

Narrator:
Each one,
taking its solitary route-

out onto the ocean,
where it will remain-

for eight wintery months.

[Billy sighs]

Their return-

will signal the
arrival of spring.

Billy:
What are
you watching?

Nature shows.

What - something
wrong with porn?

[Bobby chuckles]

[shower running]

♪♪♪♪
[ominous music]

[Billy breathing deeply]

[men yelling indistinctly]

Man:
Fuck!

[Billy breathing deeply]

[Billy panting]

[fists punching]

Man:
The bag!

[siren wailing]

Billy:
Bobby!

[Billy panting]

Bobby!

Mohammed: [Arabic]

Fatima: [Arabic]

[Billy exhaling forcefully]

Mohammed: [Arabic]

Taxi?

Okay.

Next time.

Yeah.

[Arabic]

Receptionist:
Welcome to
the Noble Clinic, Mr. Skinner.

We offer assistance-

on addiction,
housing, corrections-

and job placement.

You were just
released, correct?

Yeah, those papers told
me to come here first.

-That's correct.

Okay.

There you go.

What's this?

-Job placement.

Starts this week.

At the chicken plant?

-Oh uh-

Are you okay with
that, Mr. Skinner?

Because we also have-

a roofing job.

No, that's fine.

Okay, good.

Now-

Let me see if I can get
Dr. Rossiter over here.

Jim?

Billy:
Hey.

Yeah, Jim Rossiter.

How are you?

Okay.

Um, can I- ?

Linda, can I have
one of those, uh- ?

Linda:
Yeah.

Thank you.

So, Skinner.

That's, uh-

You want anything
to Bob Skinner?

From the courts?

Yeah, he's my uh-

He's my older brother.

Oh!

He's a good
guy, man.

Yeah, he's all right.

-Uh-

Looks like you're going
to be joining us for group-

at the bingo hall.

Uhhh-

Doc, I thought this
was a PO check-in.

Not some, uh-

No offence, not some
therapy bullshit.

-It's not.

It is most definitely
not therapy shit, okay?

We just-

We talk and
we listen.

And if you show up
and have a pulse-

I will be more
than happy-

to sign your papers.

You'll never have to
see my face again.

Sound good?

Bus recording:
Next stop, Littledale.

Billy:
Yeah, it's nice
to see you too, Shell.

Shelley:
Don't start
with me, Billy.

-I didn't come here
to bother you.

I just came over
to see the boy.

-Billy, I haven't
seen a dime-

in fucking months.

What about the envelopes?

Envelopes?

Why don't you ask your pill-head
mother about the envelopes?

She was renovating.

Yeah, that sounds
just like Mae.

[Billy sighs]

I'll get you
the money.

Can I please
see the boy?

All right.

Just be nice.

He's having issues lately.

Brandon?

Brandon:
What?

Shelley:
Your father's
here to see ya.

Billy:
Dude!

Look at ya!

Holy shit!

Can I borrow your
hair or what?

So you, uh-

Video games.

That's your thing.

Hey, Brando.

How about this weekend
I come pick you up, and uh-

we'll go play
some arcade games?

Shoot over to the
jewelry store after-

and I'll grab
you something.

Something like that?

Yeah.

-And I might need to
borrow some of this.

And listen.

Let me walk you home
from school tomorrow.

Shelley:
All right.

That's enough
with the promises-

Mr. Sun, Moon,
and Stars.

Hey Brando, I'll see
you later, buddy!

Billy?

Don't forget the envelopes.

-How about a date?

-Yeah.

You are fucking nuts.

Radio host:
We're going
to say good morning-

-to the director of the
St. John's-based-

Refugee and Immigration
Advisory Council.

Good morning
to Jose Rivera.

Good morning, Mr. Rivera.

You're on the air.

Jose:
Good morning.

How are you doing?

Host:
We're doing
very well, sir.

Mae:
What are
you in a rush for?

I'm late for work.

-You?

A job?

[Billy coughs]

Not if I'm not there
in the next 20 minutes.

Oh!

Hey!

Mohammed:
Go ahead.

You can smoke.

Thanks.

It's Billy.

Mohammed.

So where you
from, Mohammed?

Mount Pearl?

-Pouch Cove!

[Billy chuckles]

No, seriously.

Damascus, Syria.

Well, your English
is pretty damn good.

-Thank you, Billy.

And please-

Call me Mo!

Okay, Mo.

-
Here you go.

-
Listen, I appreciate
the lift and the cigarette.

You're welcome.

[door opens and closes]

First ride is free
for neighbours.

Oh, come on, man.

Don't worry about it.

-Seriously, you're good.

-All right!

Well, it was nice
to meet you, Mo.

-It's a pleasure
meeting you, Billy.

You take care, buddy.

All right, we'll
see you around.

Now the birds come in through
here, through the abattoir-

then boom.

Sayonara.

They're shit, showered, shaved.

Then down this conveyor belt
where they're processed

and magically turned
into chicken fingers.

Got any questions?

Do I got to
cut them up?

-No!

These will be
your weapons.

Now, having said that-

you do a good job-

I'll make sure that
you're bumped up-

to a meat trimmer.

It's good for a few
bucks an hour extra.

Sound good?

-Yeah, good.

All right, you
get to work.

And I'll check back on you
before the end of the day.

And not too
much soap!

Rob: [whispering]

♪♪♪♪
[soft piano]

Radio host:
The issue
is the wage subsidy-

that got someone
pushed out-

not the fact that
they're an immigrant.

Woman caller:
Look,
I'm not a racist.

But what we see-

is the immigrant
population is coming in-

and taking
over our jobs.

And that's what's fuelling
the fire, if you ask me.

You understand
what I'm saying?

Host:
I do understand
what you're saying.

And I just will
stand by what I say.

It could be anybody,
any religion or colour.

The issue that could
cost your brother a job-

was the wage subsidy
afforded to this person-

regardless of
where they're from.

That's the problem.

And that's what the Temporary
Foreign Worker Program-

Dispatch:
RBC on Freshwater.

Bar None to Mt.
Pleasant Manor.

Mt. Pleasant Manor,
Building.

Jiffy Cabs.

[tapping on window]

Thank you.

Here you go, Mo.

Thank you.

-You're welcome.

Have a good day.

Man:
What's he
like, anyway?

Man2:
I don't know,
I haven't talked to him.

You?
-Yeah.

I hardly ever talks
to that crowd.

You know?

Sees them all
around these days.

They're everywhere.

-It's town, man.

Now, what about the other
fellow you're talking about?

-Apparently, a couple
of skeets came-

and took
all the cash-

[kids playing]

Billy:
So how was school?

Brandon:
Fine.

-Did you
learn anything?

-Nope.

-You're a miracle!

You were in six hours and
you didn't learn anything!

Kids just don't talk about
their days at school, okay?

Okay.

Well, uh-

Aren't you going to
ask me about my day?

Do I have
a choice?

No.

I got a job.

You got a job?

-Yeah, I'm not really sure
why everybody's so blown away-

that I tell them
I got a job.

So how is it?

Uh, that's
the thing, man.

Uh-

Old people don't like
to talk about their jobs.

[Brandon scoffs]

Greg Malone:
And now
the continuing story-

of Best of
our Lies.

[Billy sighs]

Tommy Sexton:
I love those
kids more now than I ever did!

You made me
realize that!

Greg:
Annika.

And I'm not Annika!

I'm Louise now.

Greg:
I knew you'd changed
your feelings for me.

But your name?

Anni-

Louise, I love you.

Tommy:
Lies!

All lies!

never
stop, do you?

You're a murderer!

You killed John, Jake!

And lied to me
to me about Joe!

Greg:
Uh-

Tommy:
Did you ever have an
honest moment with me?

Or was that the
biggest lie of all!

Greg:
You've got
to believe me!

[car stalling]

[car stalling]

[car stalling]

Billy:
It's the battery.

Leah:
No, it's
the starter.

-Yeah, sure it is.

[Leah laughs]

You got a light?

I'm Billy.

I knows who
you are.

Old school.

Old school?

What are you,
new school?

[Leah laughs]

Leah.

Leah, you got
a last name?

Locke.

Oh shit, you're
Jimmy Locke's-

Jimmy Locke's sister.

Yeah, I know.

Jimmy Locke.

Now there's a name.

What is he
at now?

Dead.

OD'd almost two years
ago, right over there.

Sorry for your loss.

Just one of
those things.

Gus:
Leah!

You know?

Shit, I gotta bounce.

Um-

I works up
to Coleman's.

Drop by sometime.

Maybe I'll
hook you up.

-Maybe I will.

You got a number
or anything, Billy?

Billy:
No, I don't
do phones.

[Leah laughs]

Jesus, you are
old school.

Gus:
Leah!

Leah:
I'm coming!

Gus:
I'll fix it
in the morning!

Leah:
Go in
the house!

Radio host:
The process
for individuals-

individual citizens to be
sponsors of a- you know-

a Syrian or a
Syrian family-

A lot of people are confused
with how that can actually work.

And of course we've heard
numbers like $27,000 to $30,000-

for the first year that
you'd be responsible for-

if and when you
became a sponsor.

Is it a complicated
process?

I know it is on
the other end.

How complicated would it be
for a family to do it here?

Man:
Eighty percent
of newcomers-

refugees in particular-

are out working-

ready, before a year.

♪♪♪♪
[violin playing]

Mohammed:
Grew up
around here-

Mr. Billy?

Billy:
Yeah, I grew up in
the courts back there.

I think I saw
your son.

Was he the guy-

playing soccer?

-Ah, Hamza.

Yeah, Hamza.

He's a, uh-

He's really something.

Did you teach him
how to do that, or-?

-I teach him discipline.

Anyone can be good.

But not everyone
has discipline.

Is that Quidi Vidi?

-That's Quidi Vidi.

-I like it.

It's peaceful.

-Yeah, well, the prison that's
bordering on it ain't so much.

[Mohammed laughs]

-Something I
want to ask you.

What is
skeet
about?

I don't know.

I guess a skeet
is like a-

it's like
a tough guy.

-Yeah?

Newfie tough guy.

They talk like this.

B'y, whattaya at?

What the fuck ye at?

[Mohammed laughs]

-They just act tough.

Skeets aren't that tough.

I've been
called a skeet.

-You're a tough guy?

No.

Maybe I
used to be.

Jim:
So thanks everybody-

for coming out.

For those of you here
for the first time-

just a-

like a couple of quick
things off the top.

One, you are under
zero obligation-

to say
anything at all.

Like, we could all sit around
here in this little circle-

like a bunch of Buddhist
monks in total silence.

And that
would be fine.

All right?

So, that's okay.

And two.

anyone have anything
they want to say?

Like, anything?

Anybody?

Yeah, Lenny.

I got laid
last night.

[all chuckle]

Jim:
All right!

All right!

So Lenny got
laid last night-

which is great.

How was
that for you?

It was friggin'
deadly b'y.

[all laugh]

See?

Deadly.

Consensual, obviously.

Of course.

And deadly.

Lenny has
broken the ice.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

All right, uhhh-

Anybody else?

Anyone?

Like, say anything.

Like, anything at all.

Anybody?

Yeah.

Yeah, Gerard.

Gerard:
Um- I'm Gerard.

About 16 years ago, I was
working on a job site, you know?

Well, one day
I had a bad spill-

which led to me
dropping three stories-

flat onto my back.

Messed up the C6, C7.

Even had several surgeries.

Couldn't shake
the pain, though.

Family doc said there was
these new meds on the go.

And I figured-

whatever it took to take
the pain away, right?

Huh.

Still remember
the first one.

Down the hatch
she went.

And b'y, it took the
pain away, all right.

It took everything away.

Lenny:
My
name is Lenny.

Um-

I'm from
here in town.

And-

those drugs-

that's something that grabs
ahold of you for life, guys.

It doesn't let go,
even to this day.

I fight it
every day.

I'm sorry.

[clears throat]

[Lenny sniffs]

It's a good thing that I
have a family like I do.

Or I wouldn' here
with you guys today.

And that's the truth.

I OD'd in my
brother's house-

while they were
all downstairs.

And I was
gone too long.

And my brother came up
and kicked in the door-

and then found
me on the toilet-

and did the
CPR thing, and-

the ambulance came, and-

I was dead.

And they Narcan'd
me and woke me up.

And I remember
when I woke up-

I thought I was deaf because
I had puked all over my face-

and puke was
in my ears.

And I couldn't
hear anything.

And everybody was
talking and screaming.

And I was saying,
I'm deaf!

I can't hear you!

And you'd think that
would be the time

that I quit
doing drugs.

Wouldn't you?

But it wasn't.

It's been another couple of
years of in and out of jail-

MC:
The man himself-

Leo!

[applause]

Man:
How's she going?

Leo:
Cut the
cake, cut a pie.

Beautiful suit.

Good cut.

Half cut.

Hair cut.

Clear cut.

Paper cut.

Cut the motor.

Cut the grass.

Cut to the chase.

Cut the crap.

How was the joint?

Nobody mess with you?

Billy:
Nah man,
I held my own.

[Leo chuckles]

[keys rattling]

-How's your brother?

-Ah, he's alive.

-Oh, don't go
there, Billy.

What's done is done.

Whiskey?

-No.

I'm allergic, man.

Every time I drink it,
I break out in-

I break out in
fucking jail.

[they laugh]

Off the sauce?

I like it,
I like it.

[whisky pouring]

More for me.

Have a seat!

[lighter flicking]

The town has
changed, Billy boy.

Oxys.

Dilaudids.

Percs.

And of course, the guest
of honour, Dr. Fentanyl.

[Leo chuckles]

Kids are dropping
like flies.

But hey.

We're the bad
guys, right?

And who benefits?

Government?

Big pharma?

I bet they got you up the hill
in one of those medical, mental-

-Yeah, it's a
medical clinic.

-Mental health.

[Leo laughs]

Mental fucking health.

Get a fucking dog.

[Billy laughs]

You're still ranting
and roaring!

-Yeah, yeah.

[Leo taps fingers]

But I bet you
didn't come here

to listen to me rant
about mental health.

Whatcha thinking?

It's just about
the payments, Leo.

Payments?

I put an envelope in
Mae's hand every month.

-I know, Leo.

As promised!

-I know, Leo.

Fucking payments.

[school bell ringing]

[indistinct chatter]

Tyler:
Hey, Hamza.

You sleep with
that ball?

Dude, you can't
even kick a ball.

[boys laugh]

Yeah?

How about you go back to
your own fucking country-

Ham and Cheese?

Billy:
Watch your
foot there, killer.

You know why I
was away, right?

Yep.

And what do you
think of that?

You know, Brando,
I'm really not, uh-

I'm not proud of
who I was back then.

Would you
do it again?

Honestly, I don't know.

Get you running
a house.

Got one in
your hood.

I think I saw Gus in
front of a house today.

[Leo scoffs]

-Gus.

Gus ain't no Billy.

And William.

This town needs paramedics.

It don't need no
fucking heroes.

[cymbal ringing]

[TV in background]

[Arabic]

[Arabic]

Amira: Mommy!

[knocking]

[Mohammed sighs]

Mohammed: [Arabic]

[Arabic]

Mmmm.

[Mohammed sighs]

[knocking]

Can I help you?

Uh yeah.

Mo mentioned something
about a cab ride.

[Arabic]

Mohammed:
Mr. Billy!

You're early!

Okay I'll-
-Give me two minutes!

I'll just wait
over by the car.

Was that your son-

yesterday at the school?

Oh Brando.

Yeah.

You should
talk to him.

About what?

About the way he and
his friends treat others.

[footsteps approaching]

Mohammed: [Arabic]

Mr. Billy.

Sorry to keep
you waiting.

How about you hop in
the front seat today?

Billy:
Yeah man,
no sweat.

So you said you're
from Syria?

Mohammed:
Yeah,
I came recently.

We're so lucky
to be here.

I couldn't make friends.

But I can feel the goodness
in the people, you know?

-Well, if you mean them
stopping and letting you go-

they're probably
just fucking nosy.

[Mohammed laughs]

How long?

What, you know
what this is?

-Please.

I drive taxi here.

That's three years
of hard time.

-And why do
you say-

hard time?

Well, with soft time-

you got some money and maybe
a life waiting outside for you.

So I don't know if I have to
explain what hard time means.

Money is everything
here, no?

You know, my brother
used to always say-

You never see a bank
truck following a hearse.

Huh.

I like that.

Your brother is that young man
sometimes with you in the uh-

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

He's not that young.

He's my, uh-

He's my older
brother, Bobby.

What about you, Mo?

You ever
been to jail?

Prison?

No.

Refugee camp, yes.

Very similar.

Very similar, my friend.

How so?

Well, lots of violence.

Discrimination.

Bad food.

Humiliation.

Nowhere to go.

Except in refugee camps-

your whole family
must suffer with you.

-Hey, where we going?

-I want to show
you something.

In my country-

this was the job to
be most proud of.

This was my job!

I don't know if
you noticed, Mo.

But I'm not much
of a hair guy.

Hello!

[Mohammed laughs]

A barber is so much
more than hair.

Hlalaquin
is how
we say barbers.

We listen to
all the stories.

We hear all
the sides.

More resolutions
come from
Hlalaquin-

than from our
governments!

So a judge
and a barber.

Lots of luck
with that, buddy.

You know what, Billy?

People trust
Hlalaquin
.

They respect
Hlalaquin
.

No one respects
me here.

♪♪♪♪
[orchestral music]

♪♪♪♪
[female opera singer]

Oh how the mighty
have fallen!

What are you trained in on the
garbage detail, are you Skinner?

[laughs]

Ken:
Skinner how's
your brother doing?

Rob:
Fucking dog
brained cunt.

Yeah what did they
send him over here for?

♪♪♪♪
[opera music continues]

PA:
Can I get a price check
on turnips, aisle two please?

Turnips, aisle two-
price check?

Thank you!

Chicken's on sale.

Hmm!

And your receipt
in the bag okay?

[device beeps]

[device beeps]

Billy:
And then she scanned
the noodles for the steaks.

Right?

Yes, Jimmy Locke's sister.

Did you hear
about Jimmy?

Bobby: Heyo.

Steak in the
pan, Mama.

Hey, Mom, Brando's
coming over this weekend.

Mae:
Uh-huh.

Billy:
And you mentioned
something about a dinner.

I was thinking maybe
we could eat together.

Something like that.

Bill, a word.

Billy:
Ooh, a word
from Big Bird.

Where are they?

[Billy clears throat]

[whispering]
Where are they?

Where's what?

I'll get sick.

I'll get real
sick, Bill.

You don't want Mom
getting sick now, do you?

You had one
thing to do.

Now, look.

Right here.

Look over here.

You had-
Look at me.

You had one
thing to do.

And that's to drop an
envelope off once a month.

Is that so
fucking hard?

What you want
us to do, huh?

Starve?

Yeah, I guess I
heard about the, uh-

skyrocketing baloney prices.

Oh, fuck.

What, you want me and Bobby
out on the streets again?

Is that what you want
for your mom, huh?

Is that what
you want for us?

Huh?

I never said that.

No.

You want me back in the living
room blowing off strangers.

I never fucking
said that!

You want them?

Where the
fuck are they?

Hang on.

Here!

Why don't you
fill your boots?

-I just-

I don't want
to get sick.

This looks great!

Oh fuck off, Bill.

I just don't
want to get sick.

Hmm?

These are
making you sick.

-Fuck you!

These are-

Fuck me.

They're making you sick!

-They're not!

-God damn it!

[cans rattling]

[kids playing]

Young Billy:
Billy
Skinner's coming, buddy.

Come right upstairs
in your house, man.

Haunt your kids
in their sleep.

While your wife's sleeping, I'm
going to drag you out of bed.

I'm gonna take
you downstairs.

And I'll fucking
kill you.

[man grunts]

[Billy breathing deeply]

[men's muffled yelling]

[shopping cart rattling]

Frank:
Come on, b'ys!

Eddie:
I thought I told you to
stay out of the trash, Frank!

Jimmy:
Yeah, what are
you going to do?

Frank:
Come on, fellas!

I don't want
no trouble!

Eddie:
Oh now, that's
a sin, Jimmy!

Let's give Frank
back his bags!

[cans crashing]

Billy:
Hey!

You fucking clown!

I remember you!

So you like picking
on old fellas, do ya?

And what the fuck are
you gonna do about it?

Huh?

What are you
gonna do, Skinner?

Make your fucking move.

[Billy breathing deeply]

You just got out.

You gonna fuck
that over?

You're too
much of a bitch.

Yeah.

That's what I thought.

[Billy breathes deeply]

Gus:
Come on!

Looks like it's your
fucking lucky day.

Hey Skinner?

Stay out of the
fucking trash, Frank.

♪♪♪♪
[soft electric guitar]

Brandon:
That's
a nice one there.

Billy:
That's
a mariner link.

-And that?

-
Box.

A box?

Yeah.

Brandon: And what
about that one?

Billy:
That's a Figaro.

Why do they
call it a Figaro?

I don't know.

It's got the three little
tiny hoops and the big one.

I can see that.

[Billy chuckles]

Is it fun
to be cocky?

That one there.

What's that called?

Uh, that's a curb.

It's the same one
you're wearing.

Uh-huh.

You want
to try it on?

Sure.

Yeah?

Can he try
that one on?

Yeah.

His first chain.

Now, let's take
a look at you.

Boom!

Now that's a chain.

♪♪♪♪
[soft music]

Um- what's the
damage on that one?

Shopkeeper:
That one is 395.

Billy:
395.

Do you
do layaway?

♪♪♪♪
[soft music]

[dog barking in distance]

Mohammed: [Arabic]

Go over and talk
to him, Brando.

Hey, Hamza!

Hamza:
Mm-hmm?

Listen, man, uh-

I have to apolog

for what happened
the other day at school.

Uh-

I know I didn't really
say anything, but-

I could have stuck up
to Tyler or some shit.

I'm sorry.

-It's okay.

You play?

-I mean, I'm ass.

But let's do it.

-Let's go.

Mohammed:
Hamza will
play on a team next week!

Billy:
Well, that
makes sense.

I mean, look how
good the guy is.

Mohammed:
You know,
I was thinking.

Brandon should
try out as well.

Billy:
Yeah, you think
Brando could try out?

Mohammed:
Yeah!

Yeah, I do.

You too!

You should try
out as well!

There's a coaching job!

Look at you!

You already
have the jacket!

Oh, he's a funny
guy now, is he?

[Mohammed laughs]

Mohammed:
Bring
Brandon next week.

Billy:
Yeah, okay.

Mohammed:
Tell me something.

Have you ever
tried Syrian food?

What is that?

Like, uh-

It's curry or something?

[Syrian music playing]

[cutlery clinking]

Billy:
I don't know
how you cook like this.

I was gonna say, what's
this green stuff called?

Mohammed:
Fattoush.

Fah-too- fah-toosh?

[family laughs]

Fah-toosh!

Billy:
You guys
are laughing at me.

I think you're
saying it wrong.

No I'm not.

It's fah-toosh-
they just said it.

Billy:
Did I say
something wrong?

Fattoush.

Billy:
Fattoush.

Yeah.

Billy:
Fattoush.

[family laughing]

It's so good.

Amazing- thank you.

Fatima is not only a great
mother and good cook.

She's an optometrist-

trying to upgrade
her credentials here.

Mohammed!

[Arabic]

I think they're having
an argument right now.

[Arabic]

Oh no no.

They're fine.

Hamza:
Oh.

[Arabic]

[Arabic]

Yo Brandon.

You want to go
see my room?

Yeah, sure.

Do it up, killer.

Fatima: [Arabic]

Hey, Billy.

Let me show
you something.

-What's that?

Here we go.

Who is this guy?

I know this guy.

[Mohammed laughs]

I know this guy.

That's your-

Man!

-Hmm!

-Was this all you?

-Yes, it's all me!

Let me show you
the tools here!

You see?

Oh, there's your weapons.

[Mohammed laughs]

Listen- listen to this.

[scissors snipping]

It's Japanese, man.

This is the best
in the world.

I can't believe
this, man.

This is- this is-

Thank you.

This is amazing.

Thank you.

So wait.

Where is that?

-Damascus.

And what
happened to it?

Um-

Destroyed.

The whole neighbourhood
was wiped out.

Shelled from the sky.

It was bad.

People screaming
for their lives.

I did everything
in my power-

to keep my family
together safe.

And, uh-

we packed everything
we needed-

in two suitcases.

And just fled
across the border.

We went to a
neighbouring country.

Imagine someone tell you-

You can't go home.

[Mohammed breathes shakily]

Shelley:
Hi!

Brandon:
Hey.

Did you have fun?

Brandon:
Oh, yeah.

-What did you eat?

-Uh, Syrian food.

-Syrian?

Is that like curry
or something?

Yeah, Brando, it's like
curry or something.

Brandon:
Or something.

Billy:
Listen, dude, uh-

Oh.

Uhh-

Could Brando come to a soccer
practice on Wednesday night?

Yeah, that's
fine with me.

Billy:
Wednesday night.

Soccer practice.

Be there or
be square-

buddy boy.

Billy?
Billy:
Yeah?

Is it true you got a job
at the chicken plant?

Yeah, you should see me in
my cute little minions outfit.

Shelley:
All right.

That's good!

Keep it up.

Yeah, I will.

[water running]

Billy:
Well,
you look nice.

What'd you have
court today?

-Where is he?

Where's who?

My grandson who!

We played soccer with Mo
and he had us over for dinner.

-So, you brought
my grandson

around that friggin' crowd
instead of his own fam

-What the fuck
do you care?

You never tried once to
see him when I was away.

-I was busy.

What- busy stealing all of
Brandon's fuckin' money?

Mr. Multiculturalism.

Ah, fuck this shit.

I'm not doing this
with you right now.

Of course not.

You never could!

-Never could.

Gerard:
Uh, my-

My mother gave me
this for my birthday.

It says one day
at a fuckin' time.

Yeah.

My mother and I
are really close.

So-

Jim:
Uh, how
about you, Billy?

How you doing?

You, uh- feel like
saying something?

No, I'm good.

Jim:
Nelsandela said-

It always seems
impossible until it is done.

I think that's about
the hamster wheel.

Isn't it?

Um, like,
we're all on it.

Every day.

And you get used
to the paradigm.

You get used
to the routine.

And you start to
think things like-

Well-

I can't get a
driver's license.

I'm drunk
all the time.

Or you think-

I can't get off
the meds.

I'm gonna get sick.

Or you think-

I'm not qualified
to have a job.

But, um-

But I'm here
to tell you-

Somebody gave
me this job.

And, uh-

And I was
a boozebag.

And it was a
nasty divorce.

And I lost
my practice.

And my daughter
Erin, uh-

died of a-

of a drug overdose.

So-

Just-

We all know something
about loss, I guess.

That is what
I'm trying to say.

Um, so if you feel comfortable
saying it with me-

um, it always seems
impossible until it is done.

[seagulls crying]

Gus:
We got
to get on him.

I'll get my
guys over.

[lighter flicking repeatedly]

Leo:
Oh, you
son of a whore.

-
Rianne ain't going
to do it for us.

It's too many.

Leo:
Here he is!

The prince of the court!

You remember Gus?

Wow.

Even got the ragheads
here now, huh?

Yeah, they're all right.

All right until
they're flying planes-

into our fuckin' buildings.

Oh, you're a special
kind of dumb fuck.

Aren't you, Gus?

How's your brother
Bob doing, Billy?

You mention my
brother's name again -

and I'll rip your
fuckin' head off.

Boys, some civility!

Sweet merciful fuck!

Frank!

Drop by the bar!

I got some
empties for ya!

Frankie:
Fuck you, Leo!

What a shithole.

Can you believe that nutter
used to be my partner?

[Gus laughs]

Now he's crazier
than a bag of hammers.

[laughs]
Fuck.

Oh, yeah, your thing.

The fuck did I
do with that?

Shit- I must have
left it in the house.

Come on,
we'll be quick.

♪♪♪♪
[ominous music]

You guys
know this man?

Timmy:
Yeah.

Yeah.

Leo:
And did I hear-

that you two dolts
gave him a hard time?

Timmy:
Leo, he was
going through the trash.

Gus told us if he was
going through the trash-

Timmy!
-What, man?

It's true!
Eddie:
Shut the fuck up!

Leo:
Wow.

Don't you
miss it, Billy?

Who gives
a fuck, Leo?

It was nothing.

Leo:
Well, it was something
if they work for me.

You.

Punch him
in the face.

What are you
waiting for?

Eddie:
Sorry, Timmy.

[Eddie grunts]

Timmy:
Eddie, bro!

[Ed grunts, punching]

[Timmy screams]

Again!

Timmy:
Ow fuck!

Eddie!

Leo:
And again!

[punching, yelling, screaming]

Again!

Enough!

Leo:
Ahhh.

There he is.

Clean him up.

And get him
out of here.

[footsteps leaving]

♪♪♪♪
[soft piano]

[knocking]

Mae:
Bill!

You better not be in there
messing with my stuff!

[indistinct chatter]

Mohammed: [Arabic]

Mohammed:
You have no idea how
good Brandon has been for Hamza.

Billy:
Well, I think that
goes both ways, brother.

Can I ask you
something, Billy?

Why three years?

I'm not asking to
judge you, buddy.

Trust me.

Do you remember a few weeks
ago there was a guy in the, uh-

in the courts
with me?

The older guy,
grey hair?

-Yeah, his
name is Leo.

And I used to run
houses for him.

Amongst other things.

I was what
you'd call-

[indistinct clamouring]

the muscle.

[man yelling]

Man:
Fuck!

Well, one night
we got robbed.

And, uh, I
made out okay.

But my brother
Bobby didn't.

[men yelling]

[gunshot]

[footsteps running]

[Billy panting heavily]

So I went kicking
down doors.

Started waling
on the guy.

Split him open.

And if, uh-

if nobody had
pulled me off him-

I would have
killed him.

And it
haunts me, Mo.

Well-

Do you think if I could put down
those who destroyed my life-

I would hesitate?

We need to
move on.

We really do.

[whistle blowing]

Jim: So, um-

who's your friend that I
keep on seeing you with?

Yeah, his name's Mo.

He, uh-

he lives next to
me in the courts.

Huh.

Oh, here.

Here, let me, uh-

let me sign
those for you.

Save you some time.

You know, uh-

I used to have a
cabbie friend, too.

He'd always say-

Man, this town's changed.

This used
to be like a

quarter of hash-and-punch-
in-the-face kind of town.

And now it's all
cocaine and knives.

And he was
not wrong.

Yeah.

-So-

Any plans for tonight?

Billy:
Opa!

[Leah coughs]

Oh my God.

I haven't done
these in forever.

-Shit!

[Billy coughs]

Smooth.

[Leah laughs]

You're a lightweight?

You heard about me.

[Billy laughs]

♪♪♪♪
[soft music]

Hey!

Who's this
cute little guy?

-That's my boy!

Jacob.

-Jacob?

Where's he, uh-

Where's he at?

Is he in
bed, or-?

Fosters.

[Billy sighs]

You ever
get to, uh-

You ever get
to see him?

Yeah, I used to get to see
him once or twice a week.

But then the family said it was
all getting to be too much.

And what
do you think?

[Leah snorts]

-That's funny.

What's funny?

-Well-

No one's ever cared
what I thought.

No one's ever
asked what I think.

Well-

I think because I
was a young mom-

I wasn't ready to
give up the party.

And clearly still ain't.

You ever, um-

you ever think
about kicking?

-All the time.

What about you?

Hmm?

-What about me?

I saw you with your
boy the other day.

You and his mom
patch things up?

No.

-No?

No, that's a-

That's a done deal.

I see.

-So you and Gus.

Are you guys-

[Leah laughs]

a thing?

Fuck!

Oh my God, no!

We just hangs out
from time to time.

-Yeah?

Yeah, that's all.

Do you feel baked
from those hot knives?

I am higher than a
giraffe's twat right now.

I can't help it.

[Leah laughs]

-I think I'm so hung over,
I don't even feel it.

-Ouch.

I'm too high.

I'm sorry.

[Leah laughs]

-Well, how about
we have a dance?

Would that make
you feel better?

No, it'd make
me feel like shit.

Because I can't
fucking dance!

-I can teach ya.

That's what I want.

-You want me to teach
you how to dance?

Yeah, I want a dancing
lesson right now.

-All right.

-I mean, I-

Ah.

♪♪♪♪
[soft guitar music plays]

-No.

Oh, no.

Can I show ya?

[Leah laughs]

I don't fucking know.

All right.

Real dancing.

-Real dancing.

♪When I was five-♪

♪my mother
took me out♪

♪For a drive- ♪

♪through different
little towns ♪

Mohammed and Hamza:
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve!

[all cheering]

♪It was
in the fall♪

Billy:
Yeah
I fixed it!

It was the starter!

♪I think it had
just begun♪

♪She took a camera
and wore a raincoat♪

Billy:
I smell like a dead
chicken every day of my life.

And no
onows I-

It's like they don't
know I work there.

Leah:
Yeah, that's
what bothers me.

♪She was young♪

I smell the opposite
of Refreshmint Tea.

[Leah laughs]

♪When we got
out, we walked-♪

♪by the sea♪

♪She talked about-♪

♪when she was
small like me♪

♪But on that day-♪

♪I thought that
she looked sad♪

♪I wanted
to ask her-♪

♪but fell asleep-♪

♪on the way back♪

Come on.

♪When we got home-♪

♪she asked
if I had fun♪

♪I said I did-♪

♪and went up
to my room♪

Mohammed:
Boy!

Clean the back window!

Billy:
Get to work!

Get to work!

♪And later on-♪

Shotgun, suckers!

♪before she turned
out the light♪

Billy:
You know
what I mean?

You're faster and
you're stronger, right?

So work 'em.

Think about it.

If you're trying harder
than the other guy-

♪She read
me a story-♪

♪and then she kissed
me goodnight♪

Yup.

You know
what I mean?

You can do
it, man.

You're the best.

Go!

♪♪♪♪
[music fades]

[upbeat chatter and laughter]

Mohammed:
So
tell me Frank-

How long have you
been here in the courts?

Frank:
Going on
40 years now.

I used to work
construction at the time.

Mohammed.

I dare say I'm after
laying more concrete-

than you're after
walking on.

[they laugh]

I like this one.

I must say I'm surprised
how well he's doing.

Mohammed:
Who, Billy?

Frank:
Yeah.

It's a sin.

He never
had a chance.

Yeah, his father was
a real piece of work.

Well-

I guess we're all just
products of our environment.

-Yeah.

And speaking
of environments-

I better get back
to saving this one.

-You take care, buddy.

Happy birthday to Hazbad!

Hamza!

[Mmed laughs]

Thank you, Frank!

Thank you.

So long, b'y!

Ah, so long, b'y!

[Mohammed laughs]

[indistinct chatter
and Syrian music]

Boo!

[Leah laughs]

What are you
doing here?

-Not much.
-No?

I haven't seen you
around lately.

-I just got 28 days
under my belt.

28 days!

Well, well.

Good for you.

-And did you hear?

No, I haven't
heard anything.

What's that?

-I get to see Jacob
this week for a while.

You get to
see Jacob?

That's more good news.

You've always
wanted that.

-Yeah, I'm pretty fucking
nervous about it, though.

Don't you be nervous.

Come here.

Give me a hug.

We just got some
real good shit come in.

Now.

You know where I am.

Don't be a stranger.

Billy:
What in the fuck
was that all about?

He was just wondering
where I was to is all.

-Yeah, but it's none of his
fucking business, is it?

Billy, I'm with
you now okay?

-It's none of his
fucking business, is it?

I'm with you,
not him.

It doesn't matter.

-Give me a
fucking break!

No!

Mohammed:
Come on, everybody!

It's cake time!

Thank you guys,
for coming here-

to celebrate
the 14th birthday

of Hamza-

the champ!

Yes!

And he would like to
thank you all for this-

and say
that he is-

so- what?

Happy.

Mohammed:
He
is very happy.

[all chuckle]

Put your hand
on my hand.

You made a wish?

Hamza:
Yeah.

Mohammed:
All right!

Bravo!

[all cheer and applaud]

♪♪♪♪
[Arabic singing Happy Birthday]

Bravo!

Hey!

Where did you
put them?

Are you hiding
them on me again?

Ah sorry to
interrupt huh?

Billy:
What are
you doing?

Mae:
To interrupt you
with your friends!

Billy:
What are
you doing?

I guess I
lost my-

I lost my invitation-

in the mail!

Billy:
What are
you doing, Mom?

Uh, come on guys.

Let's mind our
own business, so-

Girl:
Now can
we get it?

Let's celebrate.

[Mae retching and spitting]

Billy:
And you wonder
why I hid those pills?

[Mae cries]

Huh?

[Mae spits]

Mae:
Some water.

Billy:
I hope you're
proud of yourself.

[pills rattling]

New treat.

It's called Tylenol.

What the fuck
was that?

-I'm sorry
I'm such a-

Not as sorry as
you're going to be-

if you pull another
fucking stunt-

like that one.

Look at all this!

You see this shit?

It's nothing okay?

It's nothing if you go
down this fucking road!

You understand me?

-[crying]
Stop it.

You're not just
doing this to you.

You're doing it to
everybody around you!

-Stop it!

And it's fucking
killing me!

I'm sorry I'm
such a fuck-up.

I'm trying to
fucking love you!

But you won't
me in!

And these things are
fucking killing you!

What happened to you?

It's no wonder Dad
fucking killed himself!

-It's not my fault.

[both crying]

Then whose
fault is it?

Whose fault is it?

[slow clap]

Great.

Fuck it.

♪♪♪♪
[soft electric guitar]

[footsteps on stairs]

[door closing]

Mohammed:
Hey, Billy!

Billy:
Hey man, thanks
for driving Brandon.

Oh, he's
a good kid.

Come on.

Yeah, well, he
listens to you.

-
How's she doing?

Well, she's not good!

She's sick!

-How are you doing?

-Why the fuck

does everybody
keep asking me that?

-Frank just told
me that your father-

-Oh, Frank
the Can Man?!

He's your
go-to guy!

Frank the Can Man
told you that?

-I'm just saying-

I'm here for you-

if you want to
talk about it!

-Nobody's
ever been here-

or anywhere for me
for my whole life!

What's wrong
with you buddy?

I'm not your little
feel-good project!

Fuck off!

♪♪♪♪
[melancholy music]

♪♪♪♪
[distant drums playing]

[louder drumming]

[Mae moans]

[loud drumming]

Billy.

Billy!

Billy!

Billy!

Ah look who decided
to play adult today!

Billy, you're fucked!

Go to bed!

Billy!

Isn't this what
you wanted?

Huh?

Isn't this what
you wanted?

[sniffs]

A nice big
fucked up family!

-Billy, go to bed.

-Here!
-
Stop it!

-Good morning, Mommy!
-Stop it, Billy!

Good morning!

-Stop it!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Fuck off!

-Come on,
go for it!

Fuck off!

-Why don't you
fuck yourself!

[plate smashing]

[school bell ringing]

Billy:
Not going
to tell you anything.

It's a secret.

A surprise.

Brandon:
You
feeling all right?

Billy:
Hey man, unless
I'm losing my mind-

that's that dick
from school.

Brandon:
No, he's
not a dick to me.

Billy:
I think
he was a dick.

Wasn't he?

Brandon:
I'm friends
with him, man.

Billy:
Yeah, right.

Brandon:
I'm
friends with him.

Billy:
No, that's
not your friend.

Brandon:
Yeah-

Billy:
No, it's not.

Tyler:
Yeah?

Let's fucking
do it, Skinner!

Give it to him!

Give it to him!

Ughh!

Billy:
Give
it to him!

Brandon:
I don't
want to do this!

Billy:
Do it, do it-
Fuckin' do it!

[boys grunting and yelling]

Billy:
All right, all
right, all right!

All right, all right!

Grab your shit, go!

Go!

Go go go go
go go go!

[Tyler moaning]

Tyler:
Fucking Christ.

Billy:
That was great!

Hey, slow down,
slow down!

Billy:
Hey, killer.

What're you at?

[Billy sniffs]

Where's your chain?

Come on!

Wear it with pride!

It looks
good on you!

I'm proud of you.

You know that?

That's something
to be proud of?

Listen, you're
a Skinner.

I'm a Skinner.

We're different.

They don't make them-

like us anymore.

[sniffing]

[coughing]

[retching]

[sniffing]

[sighing deeply]

[groaning]

♪♪♪♪
[ominous music]

PA:
License plate CZHL342.

Your lights are on.

Your lights are on.

Billy:
What are you
going to do, tough guy?

Stop it- look
at me- stop.

-What are you
going to do?

Brandon:
I didn't miss
you for a second!

You ungrateful little fucking-
Shelley:
Look at me!

Brandon:
Ungrateful?

Man, you were
never here!

Never!

Shelley:
Go!

Billy, go!

Fuck your
Skinner lifestyle.

Fuck where
you came from.

I'm not like you!

[men laughing]

Ken:
What are
ya at Skinner?

Your mother still sucking
cock on Cabot Street?

[men grunting and yelling]

You motherfucker!

Ken:
Jesus!

Billy:
Get the
fuck off me!

Rob:
What the
fuck is your problem?

Fuck you!

Tony:
Billy!

Billy!

♪♪♪♪
[melancholy piano]

[siren wails briefly]

[Jim sighs]

Jim:
Well-

You must have made some
impression at that job.

They agreed not
to press charges.

You got a lot of good
people in your corner.

I mean, that's got to
count for something, right?

Right?

Yeah.

Thanks, Doc.

-Keep in touch, Billy.

Mohammed:
Hey!

Hi.

-Hey, you're
Mohammed right?

You're Billy's friend.

Yeah, I'm Billy's friend.

And how is our
friend doing?

Uh, well, um-

good news-

he slept it off in the
drunk tank last night.

Nice.

Um, uh- bad news-

he's not really talking
to me or anybody.

He's very distant.

Uh, well, I mean, anything
we can help with?

Uh-

I mean if
it's money-

we can find it.

Um, forgive me.

But I just-

I have to ask.

Why are you
doing this?

He's my friend!

Um, okay.

I have worked with a
lot of Billy Skinners.

Uh-huh.

And I can tell you
from experience-

that this does not
usually end well.

So-

why put yourself and your
family at risk like that?

Well-

He's, uh-

He's the only one
here who's, uh-

who's ever really made
us feel like we belong.

Huh.

Um-

Okay, all right,
all right.

All right.

Uh, so here's
what you can do.

Here's what
you can do.

Woman:
It's been-

three years since I
saw my little girl.

She's twelve now-

at that time when you need
your mom, you know?

She's going through
all those things-

that 12-year-old
girls go through-

with someone else.

I've been clean now
for 18 months.

But-

there isn't a day that goes by
that I don't think about it-

and that I don't-

[sighs]

just wish everything
could have been different.

No cursing, no anger,
no physical touching.

-Okay.

Do you have
to be in here?

By law, someone
has to.

Okay.

Leah:
Do you
like trains?

Do you?

Your great-granddaddy used
to drive a train like that.

And it was so slow,
they called it
The Bullet.

Did you know that?

Choo-choo.

Leah:
Yeah!

[Leah laughs]

Do you have a
favourite colour?

Is it blue
like your eyes?

Jacob:
Blue?

Is it blue?

Blue, green, pink, purple.

I love all those
colours too.

Jacob:
And yellow!

And yellow's beautiful, yup.

It's a happy colour.

[whispering]
Jacob.

What?

What?

Leah:
Do you
know who I am?

They said
you're my mom.

But my real
mom isn't here.

She works at a bank
close to the mall.

I'm sorry.

[Leah crying]

Oh God!

[waves crashing]

[seagulls crying]

Jim:
All right, gents!

A little mug up
for you there!

Mohammed:
Thank you, Doctor.

Jim:
All right.

And for you sir.

I think you will find
it is even better-

than the clinic coffee.

[Billy chuckles]

All right?

Billy:
You don't say.

Jim:
Mm-hmm!

I do say!

Oh shit!

Oh man!

Billy:
You okay?

Jim:
Yeah, I'm good.

All right.

This used to be

my daughter's
favourite place.

And now it's my
favourite place.

It's peaceful.

Do you have a
favourite place?

Mohammed:
Well-

My favourite place nowadays
is where my family is.

Jim:
Yeah, well-

Family is obviously
very important.

Mohammed:
Big time!

Jim:
Cheers to that.

Mohammed:
Cheers!

May the saddest
days of your future

be no worse than the
happiest days of your past.

How you doing
over there, Billy?

You okay?

Billy:
Um-

I was just thinking
about family.

Family was a little
different for me.

The old man

used to say the
Skinner name was cursed.

Of course, he used to sling all
his bullshit from a barstool.

He used to come
home every night-

and beat the fucking
shit out of me.

So that's family.

When I uh-

When I got out, I decided
just to be a better person.

And Mo taught me
something about that.

[Billy exhales]

But I don't
know that I am.

And I think I'm just leading
Brando down the same path.

You know?

[distant sirens]

Billy:
How are you supposed
to know what love is-

if you've
never felt it?

So maybe that piece
of shit was right.

Maybe the-

Maybe the Skinner
name
is
cursed.

Let me out,
let me out!

No!

No, no, no,
no, no!

Is she okay?

Hey, talk to me!

Hey, is she dead?

What happened to her?

Talk to me!

[indistinct dispatch]

Is she okay?

Hey!

Hey!

[vehicle doors closing]

[siren wailing]

Bill.

Bill.

Bill, you're only
going to make it-

Billy:
Don't!

-Billy!

Sweet-

You come on!

Don't!

Billy:
You're the one that likes
to run his fucking mouth!

Eddie:
What are you gonna
fuckin' do about it huh?

Billy:
Fucking ram this-

Eddie:
Agghh!

Tough guy
with a bat, hey?

[men grunting]

Billy:
Come on bitch!

Come on, come on!

Come on!

[men grunting]

Fuck you!

Give me
the bat Mo!

Give me the
God-damned bat!

[bat drog on ground]

[car approaching]

This rancor against
the world turns to glee-

when we witness once again
the venality, the brutality-

the lies-

the harshness which
we inflict on others.

It's a new one
I'm working on.

Billy:
Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa!

Not him!

Mae:
Leo!

Let him go!

Mohammed:
Mae!

Assess the damage
and clean it up.

Mae:
Leave him alone!

Fuck you!

Leo stop it!

Stop it!

Leo!

Billy.

I hate to see it go
down this way, man.

[gun cocking]

Frank:
Put the
gun down, Leo.

Is that you, Frank?

Put it down.

Frank.

Frank:
Take a
look around.

Nobody wants you
here anymore, man.

Charles!

You get everything?

Charles:
Got it.

Grab the boys and
let's get the fuck.

I hate this fucking
place anyway.

[car doors closing]

[car starting]

Leo:
See ya soon, Billy.

You okay?

♪♪♪♪
[soft piano]

Leo:
The pulse of life
reaches a crescendo.

Then the music-

settles in to its
mundane rhythms.

All is right
with the world.

Some players change
their dance step.

Thank you so much.

-You're welcome.

Some remain the same.

A redundant shuffle.

Change and choice.

The banes of our
meagre existence.

The stew pot of hope
is stirred once again.

And the beautiful
reconstruction of our dreams-

[door opening]

begins anew.

[gun fires]

Mohammed:
You're
a tough guy?

No.

Maybe I
used to be.

Mohammed:
I can see
you're a good-hearted man.

Well, you just
get old, Mo.

And you, uh-

I think you just learn how
to slow down a little bit.

♪♪♪♪
[soft acoustic guitar]

BLACK BEFORE CREDITS IN NEW
VERSION

♪Where are you?♪

♪Where are you?♪

♪I tried to find you
in someone else♪

♪Tried to change their
heart into your own♪

♪I tried to change
their minds♪

♪Then I saw the
errors of my ways♪

♪Just want to find you
and have you stay♪

♪Just want to know
you as a home♪

♪Don't wannna be
left here all alone♪

♪Where are you?♪

♪Where are you?♪

♪Sometimes I feel I'm
running out of time♪

♪Where are you?♪

♪Where are you?♪

♪Sometimes I feel I'm
running out of time♪

♪Where are you?♪

♪Where are you?♪

♪Where are you?♪

♪Where are you?♪