Original subtitles

♪

Pimp: Turn around for me.

Pimp: That's good.

Pimp: Yeah, go back to work.

Trisha: Don't worry about it, Marnie...

I do this all the time.

I'll be right back.

How you doin'?

Good.

Shit, nice fuckin' nails.

(snorts and coughs)

So, what's it like?

Trisha: It's just sex.

Well, are the guys nice? Like...

When they're...

Trisha: Just come work with us.

You've gotta trust me.

I mean...

Don't you wanna get the fuck out of Blackstone?

♪

Leona: Come on, you guys.

One girl's in the hospital, the other's in jail.

I know you have opinions.

Anyone?

It's Paula's own dumbass fault.

How you figure?

Trisha: Getting in Julia's face when she was trashed.

She shoulda never gone to that party

in the first place.

So she deserved to get stabbed?

Don't they call that "blaming the victim?"

Trisha: Little Miss Self-Help talkin' out of her ass.

No, Marnie's right.

Leona: Paula can't be blamed for what Julia did to her...

but Trisha does have a point.

Leona: Walking away from a dangerous situation

is the right thing to do.

The smart thing to do.

We each need to take responsibility

for our own safety and listen to our guts.

Trisha: What the fuck's going on?

...they wanted to talk...

Trisha: I knew I shouldn't have trusted you!

Stu: We're just gonna head downtown,

...have a conversation, that's all.

I'm not going anywhere with you!

Yeah, you are. Both of you, in the car right now.

Trisha: Fuckin' asshole...

Detective Platt: Let's go, let's go.

Leona: So what happens when we don't listen to our instincts?

Bad things, mostly.

Chloe: You're providing a service

and it's one you expect to be paid for.

"The more you guys take, the more you make."

(Laughing)

If they wanna give it to you in the ass, anything kinky,

it costs extra.

John (creepily): Brianne said I'd like you.

Can we do that again next time?

(Angrily) I don't think so.

I know I've made some bad choices.

Me, too.

Me, too...

♪ 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... ♪

So what, we save these girls from the sex trade,

bring them back to Blackstone and then what?

Just let them drown in the same problems

that drove them away in he first place?

Eternally optimistic, huh?

(Leona) Oh, it's not about optimism.

They need to see that they have other options,

...other choices.

We can provide the education

to arm them with that information.

They want information?

Tell 'em to search the net for it.

(Sarcastically) That's a compassionate approach.

Andy: Leona...

These girls don't need to be coddled.

They need to learn how to keep their fuckin' pants on.

You're kidding me.

Andy: I am not going to sit here

and play favourites with you.

Next month, you'll want money for the boys.

Then it'll be the elders, then the vets,

then the cats!

Then the fuckin' dogs.

It never ends!

That's right, Andy.

Leadership never ends!

Suck it up and do your job!

My job does not include

giving away precious resources to girls

who choose to put out for money.

Oh, "Girls who choose?"

Look around.

What other choices do they see?

(Deep sigh)

I'm workin' on it.

♪

(Car horn honking)

Jeremy: Hurry the fuck up!

I wanna get stoned!

What's goin' on, big man?

What up?

Jeremy (muttering): I'm gonna spark this now.

Dan: Yeah, get that shit goin'.

Dan: What's good?

Travis: A little afternoon fun?

You got one of those for me or what?

Dan: Yeah, 'course, homie.

Dan: What's goin' on?

What's goin' on! What's goin' on!

What're you doin'?

Fuckin' party everywhere.

Jeremy: That shit's good, huh?

Dan: Drink some more beer, you pussy

Clyde (on phone): Is everything OK?

Trisha: It's alright, dad.

I'm OK.

Clyde: OK...

Trisha: I'll be home soon.

Clyde: I love you.

Trisha: I love you too .

Travis: Y'know where I met this fuckin' bitch?

Jack's place, man.

Travis: Y'ever been to the strip joint?

(Everyone) Yeah.

I tell you guys, come work for my fuckin' uncle like I do.

Uncle Jack will treat you right.

Jeremy: How many fuckin' chicks do you fuck a week, dude?

Travis: I've lost track.

(Laughter)

Fuck you...

Oh, yes of course.

Fuck you!

Yeah!

Dan: Yo!

Check this one out.

I know that whore.

Banged the shit out of her once.

Travis: Dude, she's fun.

Jeremy: Dude, that chick doesn't look like a hooker.

Dan: How much?

Travis: 3-hun...

Jeremy: Three?

- You in? - Fuck

Me?

I'm fuckin' broke, man.

Dan: Whaddya think, Travy?

...She give us a group discount?

Travis: She'll probably blow us all

for a couple rails.

Done.

Let's go, boys.

Hey!

Travis (cheerily): Hello, Scarlet!

Hey, remember me?

Trisha: No, fuck off.

Travis:. Come on, honey

Travis (assuringly): We got money.

I'm not selling anything!

Travis: Hear that, boys?

She's giving it away for free.

(Laughter)

Travis: Hey, don't be like that.

We just wanna party with you.

I can't.

And I can't let you walk away lookin' so hot.

Fuck off!

Seriously dude.

I gotta go. I can't.

Is baby girl havin' a bad day?

Let us help you out with that.

Travis: Little party... hey?

I don't do that shit anymore.

Trisha: I'm out!

Travis: Oh really?

Travis: No you're not. Watch this.

Where the fuck do you think you're goin', huh?

You still smell like a dirty whore to me .

Travis: Grab 'er!

Hey, fuckin' grab 'er!

Travis: Lift her feet! Lift her feet! X-TIMESTAMP-MAP=LOCAL:00:00:00.000,MPEGTS:0

(Boat motor roaring)

Girl: Is she dead?

Girl: Come on

Girl: Mom! Mom!

(gasping...)

Leona: You sat across from me

and you told me that these girls don't deserve our help.

And now, after this, still ?

Your reaction is to do nothing?

Will you let the police handle it? It's their job.

What?

What do you want from me?

I want you to help me to stop this from happening again.

I can't put a radio collar on every girl

that wanders off the res.

You don't even know who it is, do you?

Leona: It's your cousin Trisha .

Trisha?

Yeah!

Why the fuck didn't anybody tell me about this?

Andy: I thought you were counselling her.

I was counselling her!

I don't understand.

She was doing really well.

Andy: Let me get this straight...

You want more money... for more programs?

If it helps so much, what the fuck is she doin' back on the street?

No!

Leona: No, if you wanna point fingers,

you need to start with the animals

who beat her half to death.

Is she OK?

She's not dead.

Yet.

Fuck!

Well...

Let's hope this little scare'll straighten her out somewhat.

Your ignorance and insensitivity...

...never ceases to amaze me.

Asshole.

(Hospital chatter)

I know it's hard.

I'm here to help.

Anything you can tell me?

Does it hurt to talk?

You can whisper.

Let's start easy.

Investigator: What'd they look like?

Travis: Hold her!

(Evil laughter)

Travis: Down here!

Trisha: (panicked) No!

Dan: Stop squirming!

Travis: A little further.

Travis: Shut up!

Jeremy: Someone's gonna see!

Travis: Fuckin' watch then!

(Muffled screams)

Travis: You got 'er?

Dan: (laughing) Yeah!

Trisha (weakly): I didn't really see them.

They grabbed me from behind.

I didn't see their faces after that.

Helen, are you almost done here?

Are you sure there's nothing you can tell us, Trisha?

Doctor: She needs to rest.

Here's my card.

I'll be back.

Helen: In the meantime, if you remember anything...

A name, a face, voice...

Call me.

Travis: Got 'er?

Travis: C'mon!

Travis: Drop her! Drop her!

(Trisha squealing)

Travis (ordering): Stay down.

Travis: Come on, get up.

Get up!

Come on!

Travis: On your fuckin' knees.

Trisha: Let me go!

Trisha: I won't tell anybody.

Travis: You fuckin' talk too much.

Trisha: Please, please!

You don't wanna end up on one of those

"missin' Indian girl" posters

nobody fuckin' reads!

Do ya?

Hi Trisha, my name is Doctor Lambert.

We got your lab work back.

I have to ask you something.

♪ (crowd chatter) ♪

Reporter: That's him, let's go!

Reporter: What would you say to the men

who did this to your daughter?

Excuse me, lady, would you mind doin' us a favour

by backin' the fuck off?

Our family needs privacy.

Reporter: Your family?

Yes, Trish is family.

Well then, Chief Fraser ,

what's your response to this vicious attack

on a member of your family?

I can say that Blackstone is horrified and shocked

at this act of brutal violence.

But we're confident that the police will find these criminals

and bring them to justice.

And that's all I have to say.

(Clyde laughing)

The police?

Oh, nice work Chief.

Is that all you got?

She's your cousin.

At least pretend to give a shit about my daughter, OK?

Clyde, this is neither the place nor the time.

Yeah, you're right, this isn't the place for your bullshit!

Clyde: What do you want?

A nice photo op beside her hospital bed? Huh?

Is that what you're lookin' for?

Y'know, y' mind gettin' these out of my fuckin' face?

Thank-you!

I'm here for Trish... and my family.

Clyde: (Stressed out) Oh!

When do you have the time for my family? X-TIMESTAMP-MAP=LOCAL:00:00:00.000,MPEGTS:0

♪

Hillis (wearily): Oh, for fuck's sakes, Andy.

I am doing all I can.

I've got the media all over me.

They loved your performance at the hospital, by the way.

Andy: Ken...

This is a fuckin' mess.

Nobody at Blackstone buys the cops finding these guys.

Tell me you got somethin' on the go.

Forensics swept the crime scene,

hospital did a rape kit

and the investigators questioned the vic'.

...Trisha.

I'm sorry this happened to your cousin.

This has gotta go away fast.

They're breakin' my fuckin' balls about it at home.

I get it, Andy.

The optics aren't good for either of us.

It's not just about optics, Ken.

This is family.

Please, tell me you got something...

...anything!

Okay. We've got footprints,

we've got butts and bottles at the crime scene.

But Trisha says she doesn't remember anything.

Lookit, can't you, uh, work the back channels?

Put the word out the street?

Somebody's gotta know somethin' about this.

Yeah...

I'll take care of it.

Hillis: We'll get these fuckers, don't you worry.

♪ (ominous) ♪

(Andy taps phone)

Yeah Clyde, it's Andy.

No! Don't hang up!

Look...

At the hospital, that,that was just... a fuckin' mess.

I didn't mean for it to go that way.

I just uh...

I really wanted you to know that I'm, I'm on it.

And I'm doin' everything in my...

(Clyde hangs up)

Fuck!

There... is that better?

I'll be back later.

Thank-you.

D'y'need anything, like...

...some good food?

Alright

...Not hungry, really.

OK, who are the pieces of shit that did this to you?

Gail, I don't think...

No! Seriously!

They're gonna pay.

Gail: Now, who are they?

Like I already told the cops...

I don't remember.

(whispers) It's OK.

Trisha: What if I... do?

Like, remember?

Trisha, do you know who did this?

(Muffled screaming)

Dan: Tight little package, 'uh?

Not when we're done with 'er.

Jeremy: What?

Dan: You get a crack at her too, bro. "Sloppy thirds."

Jeremy: No, it's cool man, I'm good.

"No, it's cool man, I'm good?" What're you, a fag?

(Travis groaning)

(Laughing)

Fuckin' bitch!

(Laughing)

Dan: Crazy bitch.

Dan: Right in the junk!

Where do you think you're going?

Trisha: Somebody help me.

Travis: Fuckin' stop her!

Trisha: No! No!

Travis: C'm'ere!

Travis: Stop her!

Somebody help me!

Help me!

Trisha: No, no!

Get in here, bro!

This is fucked, dude!

Put your fuckin' phone away!

I'm out!

No, please don't leave me!

Where the fuck are you going?

Fuck you!

You're gonna miss out, bro!

(Crying)

(Screaming)

(Repeated grunting and moaning)

Even if I did...

They could walk free.

They could come back and...

OK, listen...

We have a very good chance of convicting them...

(Gail )If you can identify them.

(faint traffic noise)

(Trisha crying)

(Camera snapping)

Can I go home now, please?

I won't tell!

Trisha: (Crying) I promise.

Trisha: Please.

(Trisha sobbing)

(Pained groaning)

What if they said everybody would see the pictures?

What !?

You do know them.

They said nobody could care about a whore like me.

Leona: Oh God, Trisha.

(splashing)

Leona: I'm so sorry this is happening to you.

I just don't understand.

You were doing so well.

Leona: I thought this was all over.

It was.

Then why did you go back?

To what?

Trisha: I wasn't hooking.

I had an appointment at the doctor's and then I...

Are you sick?

No.

You know...

"Women's clinic."

Pregnant?

Not anymore. X-TIMESTAMP-MAP=LOCAL:00:00:00.000,MPEGTS:0

Andy: There was tubes and fuckin' wires

hangin' out of her all over the place.

She looked like she got hit by a fucking truck!

Daryl: Ah shit.

Did you talk to her?

No I looked in.

She was sleepin'.

Daryl: You "looked in?"

You didn't, I dunno, say "Hi?"

Or somethin'?

What the fuck was I supposed to say?

She don't wanna talk to me anyway.

And besides that, nobody believes I even give a shit.

So fuckin' prove 'em wrong, Andy.

Do somethin'!

Y'know, talk to Hillis.

I did.

And...?

Nothing!

Oh shit.

I could talk to Gina... and Jack.

Hey Jumbo... c'm'ere a minute.

'Sup?

Look, last night a girl from Blackstone...

Jumbo: Your cousin.

I know.

Would you mind askin' around...

...see if anybody heard anything?

I think we need to do more than just ask around.

Daryl: Like what?

Jumbo: Maybe offer an incentive to talk...

Like a reward or somethin'.

Yeah.

OK.

Jumbo: How much?

Ten grand oughta do it.

Yeah! Yeah, I'm good for half.

OK, I'm on it.

Good.

We gotta find this fuckin' creep.

(Coughing)

Leona: Hey.. Trisha: Hey...

Leona: You're not cold are you?

Trisha: No.

I'm gonna go... grab some tea.

You want?

Sure.

Trisha?

Juice?

Milkshake?

I'm OK.

OK, I'm bringing you something.

Gail: (Sarcastically) Sounds like a threat.

Gail: So, um...

How far along were you?

I don't know.

Couple months maybe.

It's tough, huh?

Yeah.

I lost a baby.

Last year.

Did you want it?

I don't know.

I don't know if I did.

When they first told me...

I wasn't really sure either

But I didn't want this to happen, though.

Maybe some things just...

Aren't meant to be.

What do you mean by that?

Some people just shouldn't be mothers.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean...

It's OK.

I get it.

Do you think...

Natalie is in a better place?

I don't know.

I don't know where Natalie is.

I just know that... she's not here anymore.

Do you think she's at peace?

I don't know.

Maybe she had the right idea, you know?

No...

No, she didn't have the right idea. No..

...in fact she had the worst fuckin' idea possible, y'know?

I wake up.. .

Every day...

Thinkin' about what I coulda done to stop her, y'know?

Listen...

You're not going anywhere.

You got that?

Jack: So, is...

Andy really puttin' up this fuckin' "'centive?"

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm, I'm backin' half.

It looks good right?

Daryl: It sends out a message

we ain't fuckin' around here.

I heard you've been talkin' to the cops.

Yeah.

That, too.

Think of the long game, Jack.

Daryl: It's good PR.

And that matters to a "pillar of the community" like you.

Jack: No, you're right, you're right.

I'll get the word out.

I gotcher back, bro.

Appreciate it.

Jack...

Daryl: You hear anything, you tell me... first, OK?

So you can rip 'em apart like a fuckin' hyena?

(Jack laughing)

Yeah, that's the fuckin' Dookie I love.

See ya later.

♪

Girl: I'm not saying it's her fault,

but Trisha talks a lotta shit about like, "consequences."

She blamed Julia for getting stabbed.

Maybe she should blame herself.

Marnie: Shut up.

I'm just saying, if she hadn't been a ho.

Gail: I agree.

Shut! Up!

No, please, no one... "shut up."

Keep sharing your thoughts.

Just try to do it in a way that is

compassionate and understanding.

Leona: To Trisha...

Leona: The victim.

Your friend who did nothing to deserve this.

Marnie: Can we visit her?

Leona: Soon.

Girl: I want to see her, too.

Just give her some time.

The good news is they found her alive.

Leona: She has some time to heal.

And she'll grow stronger.

In spite of all this.

Girl: Where do you think they go?

The women they never find.

Like Tracy Bull.

We don't know where Tracy is.

Or that dead girl they found on the bridge.

Shit, I don't even think

they found the bastard that did that.

Do you think Tracy's dead?

We don't know. X-TIMESTAMP-MAP=LOCAL:00:00:00.000,MPEGTS:0

♪ (Club music) ♪

Good weekend?

Fuckin' good weekend.

Make it rain, bro.

Jack: What!?

Nothin'.

I just... um...

Big boy is, uh, creepin' me out, D.

Jack: Hey, why don't you get the ladies

to grab us a couple fuckin' cheeseburgers?

Daryl?

Jumbo: I need to... talk to you.

When you got some time.

Yeah, sure.

Fuck, Jumbo.

Are you sure it's Trish?

I'm sure.

Well you better be, 'cause this ain't fuckin' funny.

I'm positive.

There's pictures.

Jumbo: He sent them to all his buddies.

It's like he's proud of it or somethin'.

Look...

I don't wanna see that shit.

Yeah, I do.

What a fuckin' animal.

What the fuck?

You got a nephew?

Named Travis?

No.

♪

Jack: You guys wait here.

I mean the guy's wound so fuckin' tight.

And Jumbo, that mouth- breathin' motherfuckin' fuck

You know, I couldn't help but notice

you just fuckin' lied to Daryl's face.

You're covering for that little shit.

What'd you expect?

He screwed up, he's family.

He's nothing but fucking trouble.

He's useful.

With the mind of an infant!

You really want to keep cleaning up his messes?

Turn Travis in and you'll be solving a lot of problems

for people around here.

Keep covering for him, it'll bite you in the ass.

You bite me, Gina.

Turnin' him in won't do jack shit for me.

This way...

He owes me big time for keepin' my mouth shut.

I got that little bastard under my thumb

for as long as he's useful.

You'd use rape...

as a bargaining chip to blackmail your nephew?

That's low, Jack.

Even for you.

No, hey!

You watch it, little girl.

They left her there like a piece of garbage!

Shut your mouth!

You know, you could get it a lot worse than her.

That bitch, she got off easy.

I quit!

Don't be stupid.

I'm done! We're done!

There's no quitting, Gina.

Get the fuck out of my way!

You're done, when I say you're fuckin' done.

(exaggerated sniff)

Get in.

(hospital equipment and chatter)

Natalie was really beautiful.

Yeah.

She was.

Whaddya think?

I didn't know you were an artist.

Well... I'm...

I'm not really, I mean...

Some people think I'm "OK", but...

So you're an artist.

Well, I never really thought about it.

I just, I like doing it, so I do it.

You know, uh...

I ran into some friends of yours.

Heather and Marnie and Daphne.

How are they?

They wanna come visit you.

Not yet.

Gail (gently): Well, yeah. When you're ready.

They're probably talkin' about me a lot, huh?

Yeah, well...

The whole community is really worried about you.

Trisha: Except...

Everyone who thinks I asked for it.

Gail: Trish...

You... did... nothing...

To deserve this.

Why did it happen?

I don't know why it happened.

But you're here.

And I know what that means.

What?

Gail: That you're strong.

Strong?

Me, strong?

I can't even talk.

Gail: You mean to the cops?

You can do that when you're ready, OK?

Who would care what I said?

Gail: Everybody.

Are you kidding me?

Your family...

The cops.

Shit, Andy even put a reward up for you.

Andy did?

Yeah!

Think they'll find them?

...I d'know, but...

I know... that they're trying.

It would probably help...

A lot more if you could remember something.

Would you want to remember if you were me? X-TIMESTAMP-MAP=LOCAL:00:00:00.000,MPEGTS:0

Gina: So you're just gonna sit there?

Say something!

It's a little bit fuckin' much to take right now, Gina!

Don't act surprised.

You know what Jack's like.

Daryl: (Angrily) No!

No.

I thought I did.

The fucker.

He lied to me.

Gina: That's what you're all broke up about?

(Sarcastically) Oh, Jack's a liar!

He also threatened my life

and he's protecting your cousin's rapist!

Do you even know what other kind of shit he's into?

You know what? Have fun with your partner

but I'm done working for Jack.

What, you quit?

Yeah!

I don't know if I should be happy or scared shitless right now.

Hey, nobody's gonna lay a finger on you, alright?

(heavy sigh)

I could head out west...

Dye my hair, change my name...

What do you think about "Simone?"

I like it.

I'm fuckin' kidding, Gina!

Look, you're not going anywhere, alright?

I, I got you.

Trisha: Women like us...

We're... problems that people wish would disappear.

Excuse me?

But I, personally...

Am a problem that people fucking welcome, man.

Gail: I rock the party! (Laughs)

Oh, Trish.

Maybe you're right, I mean...

But what are we going to do?

Just roll over and die?

It's not an option.

Gail: OK...

Gail: Look...

I gotta go.

But I... am gonna come back

Tomorrow.

And I'm gonna visit with you again.

Gail: I promise, 'K?

His name is Travis.

Are you sure?

I d'know the other guys' names.

It was most definitely Travis.

Gina: Travis works as a low-rung joe-boy for Jack.

Collecting.

Gina: And...

And?

And what?

I heard he runs some girls.

Hookers?

Y'know, Jumbo got off easy with Jack.

Gina: No broken bones,

family wasn't threatened,

he didn't "disappear."

Daryl: Why do you gotta keep bringin' up that shit?

Jumbo's fuck-up is old news, Gina!

Gina: 'Cause Jumbo got off easy!

And that's what Jack said about Trisha, too.

"Bitch got off easy."

He didn't kill her...

So she got off easy?

That's fuckin' cold.

Gina: And that's reality.

If Jack had his way,

nobody would have ever seen that girl again.

Gina: And that's the man you're in business with.

♪

(Laughing)

Look at this one, you guys.

(Laughing)

And can you get me those files for next week?

(Cellphone vibrating)

Oh, excuse me, I have to grab this.

Kevin McMillan.

Yeah Kevin, It's Andy.

What can I do for you?

I need you to do me a favour.

Kevin: (Cautiously) OK...

I need you to help me fast-track access

to the Youth Assistance Funding Program.

(deep breath)

Andy (on phone): Can you do that for me?

♪

Andy: Oh, that's weak, Daryl!

(shouting) Real fuckin' weak!

Look, Andy, a lot of people are watchin' this.

You could actually come off lookin' like a good guy.

I don't give a fuck!

If I see that kid, I'm gonna squeeze his fuckin' neck

till his eyes shoot blood!

Well that's great!

'Cause if you do that, it's gonna come back on me!

Jack's got you by the short hairs, doesn't he?

You fuckin' chicken shit.

Fuck you!

We bust up this punk,

it becomes personal between Jack and me.

Not you!

Like I said, by the short hairs!

Call Hillis.

These guys do hard time,

Jack loses his little bitch.

What?

It's perfect, it's clean.

No, it's not fuckin' perfect!

This shit is gonna keep on happenin'

and I'm fuckin' sick of it!

(Coughing)

Yeah well, fuck you!

So am I.

(Coughing)

Travis.

Sallas.

S-A-L-L-A-S.

You don't need my name.

I'm fuckin' anonymous.

No, just the name.

That's all I know.

Proof?

You need proof?

Look in his cellphone.

There'll be pictures.

(crumples paper)

♪

Jack: So I lied...

Gimme a fuckin' break.

Who gives a shit about some Indian bitch?

Hey, who the fuck do you think you're talkin' to?

Travis is blood.

So is Trisha.

Jack: Yeah?

From what I understand,

you two fuckers didn't even know 'er.

I don't give a shit who he is to you.

I'm gonna break his fuckin' face when I get my hands on'im.

Oh, come on.

He was having fun and things got a little rough.

Jack: Got outta control.

Jack: Boys'll be boys, girls'll be girls.

She's a fuckin' hooker!

She's our fuckin' cousin, Jack.

Aren't you all cousins?

Jack: Well now you know.

Jack: What the fuck are you gonna do about it?

You fuckin' cocksucker.

Your nephew's a fuckin' cocksucker.

Your nephew's a fuckin' deadman you piece of shit!

Put a fuckin' leash on'im, Dookie!

Fuck you!

(Coughing)

(Laughing)

Daryl: This ain't over.

Daryl: This ain't fuckin' over.

(Coughing)

Daryl: Hey...

(Andy coughing)

Daryl: Let's go back in.

Daryl: Andy, what's with the blood?