Original subtitles

(Hillis) So, good work on the RCMP assist last night.

Well done.

Thanks.

Excuse me. We'll see you in a minute.

Well, well, well.

Look what the cat dragged in.

That's very fuckin' funny, Ken.

Hey, I'm sorry to hear about Deb.

She was a good woman.

Yeah.

You OK?

No.

So I hear your trial's finally on the docket.

Look, I'm all I'm askin' for

is 10 minutes of your time.

Oh, come on, Andy. Why?

Not here.

I told you I can't do anything for you anymore.

I got somethin' to show you in the parkade.

Meet me by your car in 15 minutes.

Well, I hope the fuck you're here

to tell me where your buddy Darrien is.

I'm in deep shit here.

I need your help.

Why don't you ask your oil and gas buddies?

They posted your bail.

You seem to forget that ten years ago

you asked me to do you a favour.

And I fuckin' did it!

Now you owe me, you motherfucker.

Are you fuckin' deaf?

I told you: I've done all I can.

Bullshit you have!

What? Are you gonna threaten to dig up the body again?

Oh, you don't think I won't?

You fuckin' owe me.

So...

What's in the bag?

You know God damn well what's in the bag.

Bullshit.

I'm not rottin' in prison for 25 fuckin' years

without puttin' up a fight.

OK.

OK, look...

Maybe, maybe I can speak to the prosecutor again.

No, no, no, no, Ken.

No more fuckin' "maybe's."

I need those charges dropped and I need them dropped now!

Do you actually fucking think I can do anything for you

at this point?

I d'know, Ken....

Why don't you tell me?

♪ One little, two little, three little Indians ♪

♪ Four little, five little, six little Indians ♪

♪ Seven little, eight little, nine little Indians ♪

♪ Ten little Indian tribes ♪

♪ Ten little Indian tribes ♪

♪Triumphant hip-hop music♪

(Mobile device dialing)

(Jack) Just wait there, boys.

(Jack) - to Jumbo- Shh!

You're done, motherfuckah!

You're slowin' down old man!

Son of a bitch!

What the fuck?

I'm just havin' fun with an old buddy.

Yeah, well you better drop that old shit before I drop you.

I'd like to see you try!

Si'down.

Damn!

Jack: It's good to see you, man.

You too.

What's up, bro?

Fuckin' heart attack.

(Laughing)

Jumbo, my man.

Grab a bottle of your finest tequila in the house.

We're celebratin' today.

Yeah...

Tequila?

OK.

What the hell's up?

I just had the best week of my life.

And a big thanks in part to your little lady.

Yeah, she's a firecracker, huh?

Oh yes.

That she is.

(Traffic droning)

What are you doing?

I was gonna come wait for you inside.

Heather and I were gonna head into the city after.

To go shopping.

I'm just about 18.

When are you gonna trust me?

Trust is earned, Trisha.

And after... everything...

It's just gonna take some time.

Just going shopping,

what's the big deal?

No, it's too soon.

I'll just see you here after.

OK, dad.

You got it.

♪Club Music ♪

(Jack) Where's your glass, bro?

Yeah, grab one.

You just won, Jack, and that's it.

This place needs some help.

Come on.

Hey, hey, hey.

Humour an old man.

Fuckin' guy.

Some things never change, bro.

Yeah, easy.

Some of us have to work for a livin'.

(Laughing)

To old friends.

And hard work.

(Glasses clinking)

Woah!

Ok, one more!

(Jack laughing)

♪

(Leona) So, who wants to start?

Well, you probably don't know this but...

I actually dated a guy from Blackstone for many years.

Yeah, he was a mess but...

That's another story.

Um...

Yeah, it was good here.

Ronald Stoney was chief.

And things were different.

There was a sense of tradition...

and culture.

The band hall meetings were held in Cree.

And the hockey team was winning.

(Laughter)

Ronald Stoney was my dad.

He used to take me and my brother and sister

on what he used to called "special dates."

Sometimes it was just...

hunting or fishing which I hated.

And then other times...

We'd just go for a walk by the river

and throw rocks in or whatever.

I didn't care what we were doing.

Just really happy to be spending time with him. X-TIMESTAMP-MAP=LOCAL:00:00:00.000,MPEGTS:0

(Rain falling)

(Thunder)

Fuck's the car?

I d'know.

It's locked.

Why is it locked?

I don't know.

I'll get in.

She's probably at the band hall.

Well let's just wait here.

It's fine, you can go.

I'll be OK.

I'm not fuckin' leavin' you here by yourself.

It's fine. Go.

I'll be alright.

Let's go to the band hall.

I wanna talk to her anyway.

My dad was a drunk.

A mean, mean drunk.

I don't actually remember a time that he was sober.

That's what a 'dad' was to me.

He left us when I was 10.

And I guess a part of me was kinda glad he was gone.

She kicked ass in high school.

She worked really hard.

She went to university.

Got her doctorate.

And now she's helping people.

How did you do that on your own?

D'you really think she did it all on her own?

I mean, the drive and the determination were there.

She worked really hard.

But I think one thing that I...

Noticed about her...

One thing I really, really admire.

And I think was the source of her strength...

Was that she asked for help.

And that's why we're here, right?

I mean that's why we meet.

To inform you guys.

To be here for you guys when you need help.

The resources are available to you

if you want them and you go after them.

That's absolutely right.

And thanks.

Yeah, I'm... I'm just here to hang out.

To chat and listen.

Everyone's got their stuff.

I'm no different.

So...

Enough about me!

(Laughter)

♪Hip-hop music♪

Fuck it. One more.

Save it.

I'm done, bro.

Oh shit.

Hey baby, come back!

Jack, don't!

Can I buy you a drink, sweetheart?

Sure!

OK, I'm fuckin' outta here.

You're a pussy!

That shit ain't gonna work anymore.

Let's double-team 'er.

Let's light it up... just like old times.

Yeah right.

(Laughter)

Fuckin' crazy.

She's got work to do.

That's right she's got work to do.

I'm out.

Hey, baby...

Hey.

"Afternoon delight", Jack?

No...

Naw, he's just fuckin' around.

Old habits die hard.

Ah, lighten up, Gina.

Have a drink.

(Glasses clinking)

(little smootches)

♪ Percussion ♪

(Cogburn) For fuck's sake, Ken!

We're way too far down the road for this kind of bullshit now.

Platt just noticed it

when he was goin' through her case file.

Why would Platt be looking into the case file?

Because I wanted to make sure it was clean?

You sure about this?

No...

But I'm tellin' you, Hutch was on a tear.

She went rogue.

She was out of control.

Doesn't matter.

We have the gun, his fingerprints and the body.

Samuels is gonna call the prints into question.

Why?

It looks like Hutch didn't have probable cause

to lift the prints from the truck.

Are you fucking kidding me?

That's already been submitted as evidence

as described in her report.

I know.

She fucking lied.

Oh, she lied ?

Yes.

How d'you know?

Why do you think she quit?

She embarrassed me...

She embarrassed the department.

She had problems with him.

Yeah!?

Well why couldn't she have had a fucking problem

two months ago?

Just givin' you a heads-up before I talk to the judge.

See ya.

(Jack laughing)

I gotta go.

OK, baby.

(Daryl) I'll, uh...

I'll call you when I'm on my way home.

(Jack laughing)

Oh crap.

(Glasses clinking)

See ya.

No more.

I have to reprogram the lights for tonight.

Yeah, you do that big boy.

(Laughter)

(Glasses clinking)

Do you want Brad or CR to close tonight?

Whoever...

(Laughter)

Hey baby, let's go to the back.

I gotta show you somethin'.

(Stripper) OK?

Come on, Dookie.

We're in!

(Laughing)

(Chatting)

Shit is that Darrien?

(Clyde) That's fucking Wendy in there.

I don't see 'er car.

Sometimes she just walks.

Yeah, right.

(Truck doors slamming)

Hey, you know what?

I think I'm just gonna leave.

You go in.

See you later, 'uh?

When?

Soon.

Maybe we can check out a movie this weekend.

OK.

I'm gonna call your aunty and set it up.

Yeah.

Hey, Wendy...

Can I get a hug?

Bye, dad.

Bye, Wendy.

(Clyde) Yeah, it's Darrien.

Wendy?

Wendy!

Oh my God!

Are you OK?

Yes.

How did you get here?

Where's Darrien?

Outside.

Is he coming in?

No, I don't think so.

Stu, it's Leona.

Wendy just came into the band hall by herself.

And she says Darrien's outside.

Can you please call me?

(Wheezing)

(Sirens approaching)

Shit!

(Police sirens)

...The fuck did they get here so fast?

I've got contact.

Contact!

Darrien Tailfeathers, I can see you behind the truck!

Come out with your hands where I can see them.

Darrien Tailfeathers!

Show me your hands!

I know you're under the truck.

Come on out with your hands up!

Show me your hands!

(Quietly) Fuck you!

(Gunshot)

Shots fired, shots fired!

Shut up!

Si'down, all a'you!

Oh my God!

Get back here!

Darrien, what are you doing?

None a'you try that...

I'll shoot you in the fuckin' head.

Not you, Wendy.

I'd never shoot you.

OK...

Wendy...

Go wait in the back room for daddy, OK?

Just go hide OK?

I need a drink of water.

Darrien, can you please put the gun down?

Are you gonna try anything?

No.

What about these other bitches, 'uh?

You...

Go get me a cuppa water.

Don't try anything

or I'll pop your little friend here.

You...

C'mon, get up!

Close all the blinds!

Hurry up!

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♪Epic orchestral music♪

(Police sirens)

(Police radio chatter)

(Commander Garrett) Gear up right away!

(Garrett) Unload everything.

Put it over here.

Bring all the equipment into this area.

Do you know Dr. Crowshoe?

You sayin' I need a doctor?

I'm Wendy's therapist.

Good for you.

(Garrett) The suspect is in the hall.

And holding several female hostages.

He's armed and appears desperate.

Consider him expressive to high risk...

With a real potential of suicide by cop.

Team A, go off the white-red corner.

Team B, off the black-green corner.

Hold your positions.

Long guns...

There's windows on each side.

Find your positions.

Go!

You know, if you...

you wanna talk to her about anything, she's right here.

I see that.

You, uh...

You two think I'm some kinda fuckin' retard?

No, not at all.

I'm here.

So...

We can just talk about...

Anything.

I'm not some guinea pig you shrinks think you can use

to test out your latest theories of psychological bullshit.

No testing.

Just... talking.

She's really good.

I've even been to see her.

(Darrien chuckling)

I don't need a doctor.

(Crowd chatter)

(Clyde) Commander Garrett!

Give me a second.

This is Gail Stoney.

What's going on in there?

Is my sister OK?

We have no reason to believe anyone inside is injured.

Well, have you talked to that prick?

I mean what does he want?

The negotiator's on the way...

And we'll establish contact when she gets here.

"She?" Oh, fuck!

What's the problem?

D'you have any idea who's inside holdin' a gun to their heads?

We've been briefed.

That is one woman-hating motherfucker in there!

The negotiator is very qualified.

She better be fucking good, boy.

(Cellphone vibrating)

Don't answer that.

'K.

(Cellphone vibrating)

Any painkillers in that purse?

No.

What about you?

No.

What kind of a fuckin' doctor are you?

I think I've got a couple Percocet.

Atta girl.

C'mon, bring 'em over.

What...?

I get really bad cramps.

(Cellphone vibrating)

Don't...

OK.

It could be the police tryin' to contact you.

(Darrien laughing)

So?

They are not going away.

Neither am I.

The teams are in place.

We've just been waiting for you.

This is the negotiator, Detective Reeves.

Hi.

I'm Gail Stoney.

My sister is in there.

Hi Gail, we're going to do everything we can

to get her out safely.

And I'd like your help with that if you're OK with it.

I need you to tell me

everything you know about Darrien.

OK, will you come with me?

[Darrien wheezing]

(Cellphone vibrating)

(Cellphone vibrating)

OK, already. Get it.

It's Gail.

Answer it.

Hi.

Hi, can I speak to Darrien please?

It's for you.

What does the bone rack want?

It's not Gail.

Bring it over here.

Siddown.

What?

Darrien, hi, I'm Detective Reeves.

I'm here to help you safely resolve this matter.

Yeah?

I was just tryin' to bring my daughter back home.

And you've done that.

What do you want now?

Helicopter.

million bucks.

That's not something I can speak into.

I'm sorry.

Figures.

Put the man on the phone, bitch.

I'm the one that's here, and I'm listening.

Put the guy in charge on the phone

so we can get somewhere!

I'm not going anywhere, Darrien.

We're going to be here for as long as this takes.

You're gonna fuckin' ignore me?

Huh!?

(Screaming) You're gonna fuckin' ignore me ?

Fuckin' bitch !

[Chair hitting the wall]

I'm, I'm feelin' like this guy's gonna be a problem.

We should prepare to escalate our response.

Take him out now?

Well, see if it's possible.

Snipers, does anyone see anything in there?

(Radio) Zero-1 to Garrett.

(Radio) I'm not able to make out faces.

(Radio) The blinds are closed and the glare's too strong.

(Radio) Zero-2 to Garrett. I can make out a piece of him through the blinds.

(Radio) But he's really close to friendlies.

(Garrett) We'll get back to you ASAP.

Looks like things are goin' south in there.

♪Pounding electronic music♪ X-TIMESTAMP-MAP=LOCAL:00:00:00.000,MPEGTS:0

(Darrien grunting)

Are you OK?

Yeah.

I'm a doctor

I just wanna help.

(Nervous laughter)

Is that right?

It was really great

getting to know Wendy over the last few months.

She's a great kid.

Yeah.

Despite her mom taking off?

Sarah's had a really positive impact on her too.

How's that?

She's clean.

She...

Picks her up from school, activities...

She does stuff with her.

Stays home instead of going out.

Sarah Bull sober?

Staying home?

Even on weekends?

(Darrien laughing)

How the fuck do you know?

I hang out with them on weekends sometimes.

Whaddya mean "hang out?"

We go to the rec centre.

We do family dinners.

She's actually really loving bingo.

Good for Wendy.

She deserves that.

These fuckin' cops even doing anything?

I can't get a straight answer.

I've been calling Leona,

it just goes straight to voicemail.

We're just supposed to stand here and say nothin'.

I mean, I can't take this anymore.

Well, who can we talk to for an update?

That chick's the 'negotiator.'

Oh, fuck me!

I d'know, Garrett,

His language is abusive, his actions are aggressive.

I'd say this is now a high-risk situation.

My long guns can't really see in there.

They definitely don't have a shot.

Front or back door breach is not an option.

What's your gut on this guy?

From what I've been told...

And I sense...

Extremely high risk.

(Radio) Zero-1 to Garrett.

(Radio) He just moved.

(Radio) I've got a partial - I think I can take him out.

Partial's not good enough.

(Radio) Zero-2 to Garrett.

(Radio) With the sun moving, I could have a clean shot

in maybe 10 to 20 minutes with his current position.

Garrett to team: hold for direction.

You wanna wait?

We're on an Indian reserve.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

Shit can go sideways fast out here.

Like anywhere.

Every minute of non-action is risking those women's lives.

Don't give me that shit.

You're outta line!

The guy's an asshole.

You're entitled to your opinion.

Put it in your fuckin' report!

Crowshoe...

Gimme your phone.

What's the bone rack's number?

It's the last missed call.

She called five times.

(Gail) Hello... what's going on in there?

Put the white bitch on the phone.

(Whispering) It's Darrien.

Hi Darrien.

(Reeves) Let's talk OK, Darrien?

(Reeves) How can we help you out?

I know what you're doing!

Quit sayin' my fuckin' name over and over again.

OK.

How can we help you out?

I wanna let the young ones go.

(Reeves) OK! You wanna let the young ones g,

(Reeves) ... that's good.

Yeah! ...I fuckin' stutterin'?

Can you let them out now?

Yeah.

Which door will they be coming out?

...Back door.

(Reeves) OK thank you, Darrien.

We appreciate it.

We'll be watching.

Yeah, I bet you will.

Be advised, friendlies outbound from the back door

any minute.

Hold fire.

Repeat. Hold fire.

(Quietly) Fuck.

Over here!

Over here!

Go-go-go - go !

...you OK?

He had a gun, dad!

What's goin' on?

I don't know...

The girls just got out but there's no sign of Leona

or Wendy or Louise.

This is bullshit.

Greg, can you go talk to them?

We need some answers now!

OK, who's in charge?

Garrett.

He's just over there.

(Leona) What now?

(Leona) What do you want us to do?

Just relax.

I'm thinkin'.

Can you let Wendy go?

I'll stay.

So will I.

Both of you don't have kids, 'uh?

No, but...

Wendy is like a daughter to me.

Yeah, well...

"Like" is...

A lot different than "is."

(Darrien holding back tears)

I fucked up.

I left her and her mom.

Darrien...

I've worked with a lot of people who have fucked up.

Who are fucked up.

And I've seen change.

I've seen... healing.

I've seen people...

Turn their entire life around.

It's a choice we all have.

Yeah.

I've seen...

Teen prostitutes leave the streets

and reconnect with their families.

I've even seen ...

alcoholic drug addicts become counsellors.

(Darrien wheezing)

What the fuck can I do about it now?

It's way too late for me.

I don't believe that.

It is never too late.

Well, how do you propose I start now, huh?

By letting Wendy go.

It's not too late.

If I let her go...

I'll probably never see her again.

She's all I got.

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♪Tense electronic music♪

(Darrien) All I wanted to do...

Was bring Wendy back home.

(sniffs)

I knew your sister.

How?

I didn't know her well.

I had a class with her.

What class?

Where?

University.

I didn't even know she went to university.

She's a half-sister.

I haven't talked to her in years.

I even met your mom a few times.

At the Royal Alex hospital.

She worked in paediatrics.

Yeah...

She loved those fuckin' kids.

When I was in med school she...

Would tour the interns around the hospital.

[Chuckling]

Did you know that she used to...

Burn my back with her curling iron?

Break wooden spoons over my head when I wouldn't listen?

(Darrien holding back tears)

Do you really wanna talk?

Or are you bullshit?

His dad left when he was 4 or 5.

He used to go on week-long benders into the city.

So..

Darrien didn't even really know him.

And what about his mom?

(Sarcastically) His mom.

She was a piece a'work.

She shacked up with the uncle as soon as his old man left.

Now that guy was a real fuckin' asshole.

In what way?

He used to do shit.

Lock'em in the basement all day long,

while the mom was away at work,

so he didn't have to deal with'em.

Darrien was the oldest so...

He'd sneak his brother and sister out the basement window.

They'd come hang at my house all day long and...

He'd sneak 'em back home again.

Was he ever physical with them?

One day they didn't make it back home in time.

Y'know, before he got back from work.

We didn't see Darrien for two weeks.

Nobody saw him.

When he came back to school...

He had two fresh new scars on his face.

And a limp.

This shit happens to our kids.

S'ppose you want me to tell ya,

Tell y'about my daddy now, 'uh?

If you want to talk about him.

Ha.

Well...

You think I'm a dink like him?

I don't know him.

But you can tell me.

It's safe.

It's safe here.

Uh-uh.

She's not safe.

I can, I can go check on Wendy.

Yeah, go.

So...

You really a doctor?

Yes.

Went to med school and everything, huh?

Yes, but... now I practice mental health.

(grunts)

So what's a "haemothorax?"

It's... it's...

A technical term.

For essentially a pool of blood collecting around the lungs.

Is that what you have?

...t's what the other doc told me.

W...We have to get you to a hospital now .

(Nervous laughter)

We're not goin' anywhere.

Can you fix it?

It's... it's serious.

You need a surgeon.

It could... it could haemorrhage.

It, it probably already has haemorrhaged, and...

And then...

Then what?

And then it's too late.

What the fuck d'you mean "too late?"

Are you fuckin' lyin' to me?

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(Gunshot)

(Crowd gasping)

(Garrett) Anyone see anything?

Can you get a visual?

(Radio) Zero-1 to Garrett.

(Radio) I don't have anything.

(Radio) Zero-2 to Garrett. Negative.

(Radio) Glare is impeding on my side.

I didn't even mean too.

Serious.

It's OK.

It was an accident.

Oh.... Darrien.

We need to get her outta here,

and get her medical attention now!

You need help too, Darrien.

Just fuckin' hold on!

(Heavy breathing)

Hey...

I'm sorry, 'uh?

Please, she needs help.

I think I need help.

That was a gunshot.

Fuckin' rights it was.

We can't know for sure.

They'll tell us.

Greg...

Go talk to them.

Go talk to them!

Greg, grow some fucking balls

and go figure out what is going on here.

Shut your mouth, Gail.

They told us to wait here.

Let them do their job.

Anyone got a clean shot?

Sniper 1: (over the radio) Still partial.

He's in and out.

Sniper 2: (over the radio) No, glare is still bad.

Can you tell if anyone is down?

Sniper 2: (over the radio) Negative.

I couldn't reach him, Garrett.

You need to take him out.

Take him out, now!

If you get a clean shot, take him out!

Repeat. If it's clean, take - him - out.

We need to get her out of here.

She's losing blood.

Shut up and let me think for fuck's sake!

Wendy...

Daddy...

Let us go.

(Desperately) Oh, fuck.

(sniffs)

OK.

Darrien: OK...

(Gun hits the floor)

Go.

Hey.

We'll check out that movie, huh?

Cool.

(Into the phone) They're comin' out.

♪ suspenseful music ♪ (radio chatter)

Door's open!

We need an ambulance!

It's already on the way.

Here take her, take her.

I got her.

Oh Jesus...

(Shallow breathing)

(Cellphone vibrating)

(Cellphone vibrating)

(Cellphone vibrating)

(Cellphone vibrating)

Fuck.

(Cellphone vibrating)

What!?

Thank you for sending them out.

Yeah.

Whatever.

What can we do for you now?

(Pained breath)

(Gun hits the floor)

I think I need a doctor.

(chuckles sarcastically)