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♪

Andy (mumbling): Jumbo...

Make me some eggs!

Jumbo: Kitchen's not open yet.

C'mon, make me some eggs.

Are you deaf?

Daryl: Hey...

Go make him some eggs.

(Andy groans)

Daryl: Hey!

Did you sleep here last night?

I been thinkin' about Jack.

I don't like the way we left things.

It's complicated, Andy.

His nephew raped our cousin.

How fuckin' un complicated can it get?

There needs to be some kind of retribution on our end.

And the next thing you know, this place is gettin' shot up.

So what're you sayin'?

We just sit here like punks and do nothing?

Everyone knows Trish was hookin', Andy!

Who the fuck really knows what happened?

She was raped, you fuckin' asshole, and you know it.

And whadda you wanna do about it, huh?

What, kill 'im?

You just got outta jail!

I don't give a shit.

He doesn't get a free pass.

Yeah, well... I'll think about it.

Yeah, you do that.

Daryl: (sarcastically) Yeah.

(heavy footsteps)

(Women singing) ♪ 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 ♪

♪ Pounding drums ♪

(Door opens and closes)

Are you here by yourself?

Leona: What's goin' on?

Does Smokey know you're here?

Can you tell me what happened?

OK, come on, let's go inside.

Oh, honey...

It's OK.

Come on.

Smokey: Hey...

Gail: Hey

Smokey: How you doin'?

Gail: I'm alright.

Gail: What's up?

Do you think that you and Leona could ever

take another child into your place?

I think I've already burnt that bridge.

What about Leona?

Not with me in the house.

Why?

Gail: Why you, why you wanna know?

Well, it's just...

Mona... she's...

...she's run away again.

Smokey: She keeps showing up at your place.

Yeah, well...

Kids run away sometimes.

That doesn't mean you get rid of 'em.

I might not have a choice.

She's already been picked up in the city twice by the cops

Smokey: CFS is... "concerned."

Fuckin' rights, CFS should be concerned.

...the hell...She's only 9 years old!

Gail: How's she makin' it into the city?

I have no idea.

Sarah: This is the fourth time she's run away this week.

And the kids are just... they're getting tired

of getting blamed for not watching her.

Well, something's obviously upsetting her.

Smokey and Marilyn had a talk.

And they think that Blackstone

isn't the best place for her right now

because she's still not talking.

What does that have to do with anything?

She needs to see a child psychologist more regularly.

And moving her from house to house

is not good for her.

It's not helping.

Well, why don't we get her in with Louise?

She's here... once a week.

From what I understand...

It's not enough.

Hmmm.

Why would she come here ?

Leona: She and Wendy used to play together all the time.

She obviously feels safe here.

What are you implying?

Nothing. Just that this house is familiar and she knows us.

Smokey: You...

Might wanna...

Try a little harder.

Who the fuck are you, "Picasso?"

(Smokey laughing)

I'm just joking.

Y'know, I didn't wanna be here in the first place.

It was the only way I could get Chief and counsel

to pay for the paints and supplies.

And make ‘em available for everybody.

Well I think it's great what you're doing.

Whatever.

...You looking for approval, Gail?

Fuck no!

Then why does it matter what anybody else thinks, right?

It doesn't. X-TIMESTAMP-MAP=LOCAL:00:00:00.000,MPEGTS:0

(♪ Reverberating guitar ♪)

So what do you figure?

About what?

You're the one who buried the dead hooker.

Handle it yourself.

What do you mean about what?

About Travis, Jack's nephew.

What do you want to do about him?

Don't you got a reserve to run?

I'm not kiddin' here, Daryl.

I said I'll handle it.

You see? Things don't come easy for Daryl.

He's not like you.

What's goin' on with you?

Nothin'.

I'm kind of in business with Jack.

What are you talking about?

He owns some shares in the club now.

Daryl: What?

I had a few problems... he helped me out.

Why the fuck didn't you come to me?

(Laughing) You were in jail!

You barely have two nickels to rub together.

So you sold out to Jack ?

That's what this all about?

Now Jack fuckin' owns you?

You dirty fucker, make him feel guilty.

You were always like that.

Andy: I'm only gonna tell you this once, Daryl.

The Frasers are not for sale.

Kick him in the nuts.

Thats's it.

Hey, Daryl...

Ginny and I switched shifts, alright?

Yeah, yeah, that's fine.

Daliahla: Hey Chief!

How's it going?

Daliahla: Good...

I'll talk to you later.

Who the fuck was that?

One second, you wanna kill somebody,

the next you got a hard-on.

(Dary) lAStay the fuck away from her, Andy.

She's fuckin' trouble.

They're all trouble, you know that.

Personally, I think it's good

that you have some new talent around here.

You don't recognize her, do you?

Daryl: She was a friend of Angel's.

(Coughing)

Daryl: You got a cold?

No.

Daryl: Well don't bring that shit in here.

And why the fuck are you sick all the time anyway?

Daryl: Y'know, take it to a doctor already!

You know this punk Travis has to pay for what he did.

Andy: You know that, right?

Yeah...

(Coughing)

Well, maybe one of the other kids is bullying her.

Smokey: No.

I don't stand for that and the kids know it.

I'm sure.

But...

Gladice: Bullying isn't something

they're going to do in front of you.

Gladice: And you have a child

that doesn't wanna talk about it.

Leona: And what about Robby?

He called CFS.

Why would he do that?

He's a troublemaker!

Smokey: He's frustrated with her running away.

He's a teenager.

He's got better things to do

than to be lookin' out for a nine-year-old.

Mona has special needs.

Gladice: I'd like to place her somewhere

where she can access greater support.

In the city?

Yes.

Gladice: We can't send her home.

The problems there have got even worse.

Gladice: How do you feel about that?

I just want what's best for her.

Smokey: I mean obviously she's not happy where she's at.

(♪ Sorrowful piano ♪)

Watch your head...

♪ Club music ♪

Jack: (to Gina) Hey, baby.

Jack: You haven't been returnin' my calls.

It's not like you.

Jack: We need to talk.

Gina: We already did that, Jack.

So we're good then?

No... we're not.

I've never known you to be so fuckin' emotional.

Jack: Daryl's made you soft.

(Sarcastically) Aw.

Jealousy doesn't suit you.

So we're good then?

I expect your numbers by the uh, end of the day.

What part of "I'm not working for you anymore"

did you not understand?

Baby...

Baby...

(patronizing) Baby...

You don't decide when to leave the game.

You should know me better than that.

(Door opens)

Hey guys.

Robby: Oh, hey.

Deanna: Hey.

Can we uh...

Smokey: Give those things a break for a minute?

Smokey: So, uh...

Mona's gonna be moving to another foster home.

She won't be staying with us any longer.

She didn't wanna be here anyway.

Well, there are homes that are better suited

for the extra care that she needs.

So she's not our problem anymore?

Great!

Hey, enough with the attitude, OK?

What? I'm glad she's gone.

I liked Mona.

She couldn't even speak.

Did you ever care enough to ask her what was bothering her?

Nope.

Smokey: I'm not... finished here...

Robby: Fuck that!

(Door opens and closes)

We were having a conversation.

♪

(Snoring)

Daryl: Sheryl!

Where is he?

Who knows?

What's wrong with him?

I dunno.

Listen, you better get your ass up,

get ready for work tonight, OK?

Jack said I could take tonight off?

What!?

He's been talkin' to all the girls.

What's he sayin'?

That he's the one to talk to now.

Well you know what's what, right?

Yeah.

Daryl: Good.

Daryl: So you talk to the other girls...

And you tell them, that I'm the fuckin' one that's in charge.

Yeah.

And make sure, you don't tell Jack .

Done.

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Hey.

Nurse: Hi.

(whispers) Mom, you awake?

Wilma: Hi!

Gail: Hi.

Wilma: Thank-you.

How are you feeling?

Like shit.

Gail: You look like shit.

Gail: (Defensively) What?

These people are tryin' to kill me.

No one's trying to kill you.

The crap they're trying to give me isn't helping.

It's making me feel worse.

The doctor said it would be like that at first.

It takes time.

(Pained breathing)

I wanna go home.

Just give it a little bit more time.

It's my body, I'll decide what I want.

I don't wanna be here!

Ah, you're not listening to me.

Leona: Mom...

Go on!

Get outta here.

That's a lot of money.

Darcy: That's a lot of land that you own.

How quick do you think it will sell?

The realtor seems to think it'll sell fast.

Good... good.

Thanks for this, Darcy. I appreciate it.

Is it worth it... for the club?

This is my life right here.

Not Blackstone.

That's your family's legacy that you'd be selling.

Darcy: Just pointing that out.

I mean, couldn't you... find another investor?

Daryl: I don't want another investor!

I wanna buy my shares back.

Run things on my own.

What does Andy think about that?

Don't worry about Andy.

Darcy: You need him on board.

I said don't worry about it.

Daryl: Look, we're done here.

I got things to do.

♪Modern dance music plays♪

Hey Chief.

I like a man who eats red meat in the afternoon.

It turns me on.

Bet you ordered it 'rare.'

Yeah, I did.

If you want a little dessert after...

I could show you 'round the girls' change room.

Maybe later, OK?

You know, Angel used to tell me stories about you two.

Those weren't just stories.

And if you're around later, I'll show you.

I'll be waiting.

Leona: Yeah, it's really nice here but I just...

Leona: I dunno...

Gail: She's havin' real problems, doc.

I feel the best place for your mother right now, is here.

Leona: Is there anything you can do about her medication?

It's making her miserable.

That is a side effect unfortunately.

It makes a lot of patients irritable.

Gail: Yeah, but she's just not herself on that shit, man.

Look...

I'm not gonna pretend your mother hasn't been

a strain on the staff.

That's part of the deal.

But I promise you, our team is doing everything we can

to meet her needs.

Thank-you.

We just have to be patient.

Yeah, if she doesn't die first.

Hey Jumbo!

Travis: Get us a couple beers here, hey?

Andy: Hey!

Andy: What the fuck are you doin' in here?

Travis: What?

You got a lotta balls comin' in here, son.

Andy: You better get the fuck outta here

before I break your chicken neck.

You hear this fuckin' clown?

Jumbo: Woah, woah! Easy, guys.

You think you're fuckin' funny rapin' little girls?

You fuckin' sick little monkey.

Oh yeah, you wanna go?

Travis: Come on then!

Jumbo, get this cocksucker outta here

before I rip his fuckin' balls off

and shove ‘em up his fuckin' ass!

Travis Come on then, huh?

Travis: Let's fuckin' go!

Daryl: Hey! Hey, hey, hey!

Daryl: You two are outta here.

Daryl: Time to go.

Travis: OK.

Daryl: Talk to Jack, you have him call me.

Travis: Yeah, yeah he'll fuckin' call you, alright.

Daryl: Yeah, yeah, good, just fuckin' go.

Travis: (shouting) Suck my fuckin' dick, Indian!

Watch your back, motherfucker!

Daryl: Out the door, boys.

(Tom opening beer)

I told you this was something you have to deal with

on your own!

Ah, gimme a fuckin' break, I just got outta jail.

Don't put this on your brother!

Andy: I'm finally askin' for your advice,

you fuckin' stupid old man!

And you won't give it to me!

Tom: Oh! You want my advice?

You never wanted my advice!

(Andy breathing heavy)

I want you to take care of that motherfucker.

You hear me?

You OK, Andy?

I don't think so.

Not this time.

Gimme that.

Come on, let's, lets si'down, man.

Daryl: What the hell?

(Andy breathing heavy)

(♪ Ominous drums and strings ♪)

Leona: Jacob Singer and his sister appear to be doing well.

They've come a long way.

Robby and Deanna, so far, so good with Smokey.

That's what we're hearing also.

Oh, the Deerfoot kids are moving west with their father.

What does Sandy think about that?

Leona: Her idea.

Hmmm!

And Wendy's really happy with Sarah.

Yes.

Leona: It's good.

We've placed Mona.

She's moved into the Sterling house.

Wayne Sterling?

That's right.

Marilyn...

We pulled Wendy out of that house.

That's not a good idea.

His wife Ellen does well with special needs kids.

Her husband is the problem.

Ellen would be good for her.

I don't know, I don't like it.

Marilyn: We do what we can with what we have.

It's not like people are lining up to take care of these kids.

Marilyn: She's lucky to have found a home so quickly. X-TIMESTAMP-MAP=LOCAL:00:00:00.000,MPEGTS:0

(traffic noise)

Luke: You don't need to know a lot about theory, Gail.

But there are some tricks you might find helpful.

You place two complementary colours next to each other,

and you can see the contrast and tension immediately.

Hm...

Someone said something to me about my painting yesterday

and it really pissed me off.

What did they say?

That it "needed work."

(snorts)

That, that's not funny!

I wanted to shove the easel right up his ass.

You've heard the expression

"Art is in the eye of the beholder?"

Gail (Unimpressed): Yeah...

Then he says to me that I'm looking for approval.

Like, what the fuck?

Are you?

No!

I don't want people to think my work is shit either.

You know?

Luke: Your paintings are not shit.

As a matter of fact, they're very good.

Hm.

My opinion doesn't matter?

No, it does...

(Kissing and heavy breathing)

Andy: (In pain) Aw, shit!

What's wrong?

I don't feel so good.

What, I don't turn you on?

Of course you do.

I just need a minute, OK?

Alright, honey.

Maybe you need a woman to take care of you, Andy.

Why, are you gonna take care of me?

I could take care of you.

I might like that.

Oh, I know you would.

You're pretty fuckin' confident, aren't you?

Yeah.

But I want you to take care of me, how you did Angel.

I know you put her up in an apartment,

and you paid her bills.

Trust me...

I'll make you feel very special.

Daliahla: You won't be disappointed.

Why don't we start with a good blowjob first?

How 'bout that?

What happened to her anyway?

Hmmm?

Y'know, there's a lot of rumours out there.

Why're you askin' me these fuckin' questions

all of a sudden?

Because she was a friend of mine.

I'm sure she was.

Y'know, you're a real fucking cocksucker!

You know that?

You're a fucking con artist,

and I think you're a fucking liar!

I think you killed her.

Fuck you, you whore.

(Coughing)

Andy: Y'know somethin'?

She was friend of mine, too.

Get the fuck outta here!

Fuck you.

You're a fucking loser.

(Coughing)

Why do you paint, Gail?

What...?

What is it that you like about painting?

Well, it...

...frees my mind.

It stops all the noise.

Y'know, sometimes I can be painting for hours...

And I don't even notice.

And that's healing.

Music can do the same.

Luke: You know, you have an opportunity here.

You don't have to share your art.

But you could share your experience.

Luke: Some people may find that helpful.

Yeah.

(car alarms, traffic)

Move.

What the fuck are you doin' man?

You know what I'm doin' here, Travis.

Don't play fuckin' stupid, you little fuck.

She's a hooker, man.

I paid your cousin, she's a liar.

Don't fuckin' lie to me!

I know what you did!

(Choking) Don't do it, please.

Please!

It's too late.

If I don't fuckin' kill you, someone else is gonna.

Get on your fuckin' knees!

Get on your fuckin' knees!

Daryl: Open your mouth!

Daryl: Open your fuckin' mouth!

Tell her I'm sorry!

Do you want to live?

Yeah, I wanna live!

Get up!

(gasping)

Then you get in your fuckin' car and you fuckin' drive!

Drive where?

I don't give a fuck!

Far away from here, you understand?

If you stick around here, you're a fucking dead man!

We need to talk to Jack!

Jack ain't gonna fuckin' help you!

It ain't about Jack, motherfucker!

This is about you!

And what you did!

Jack can't help you now.

If you don't leave this fuckin' place, you're a dead man.

Daryl: You hear me?

Yeah, yeah, I hear you!

I should just fuckin' end it right here.

(Crying) I'll leave, I'll leave! I swear!

(Travis groaning in pain)

♪ (children playing) ♪

This is a lotta food.

Growin' kids.

(Whispering) Have you seen how big Robby's getting?

I used to hate cooking.

But now that there's two of us, I don't mind.

Yeah.

It's nice to sit down with kids... and friends.

You're really into this.

Oh yeah, it's kinda like, uh...

it's kinda like having a family.

(Sarah sniffing)

Something... burning?

Oh shit!

(Sarah laughing)

Sarah: (sarcastically) Nice. X-TIMESTAMP-MAP=LOCAL:00:00:00.000,MPEGTS:0

D'you remember Wendy's foster family, the Sterlings?

(With disdain) Yeah.

I just about beat the shit outta him.

Mona's been placed with them.

What!?

(Cellphone vibrates)

Hello?

What happened?

Is my mom OK?

What's going on? What's going on?

Shit... uh...

Yeah, mom's OK.

Leona: (on the phone) I'm sorry, I don't know what to say.

Yeah, I understand.

OK, I appreciate the call, thank-you.

Gail: What's going on?

Mom threw a plate of food at a nurse.

Holy...

Gail, that's "assault."

Is she still on drugs?

Yeah, I have to go in and deal with this.

I'm coming with you.

Mom's "in the wrong" here, you understand that, right?

What what the hell's that supposed to mean?

It means we have to apologize for her.

Whatever!

No, not "whatever," Gail.

She can't be assaulting the staff!

Look, maybe she just doesn't belong there, OK?

If she doesn't wanna do the drugs,

(Gail) she shouldn't have to do the drugs.

She's not a kid, Leona.

She's allowed to make her own decisions.

Now, let's go!

Do you ever spend any time at Blackstone?

Daryl: Seriously.

Daryl: No wonder the place is goin' to shit.

I took care of it.

You took care of what?

Travis.

You won't see him around here again.

I already knew about that.

Whaddya mean you already "knew about that?"

This dancer of yours, Daliahla...

Told you to stay away from her.

Why, what kind of trouble is she ?

Andy, girls like that... don't like men, alright?

Daryl: She's just gonna use you.

Then why's she still workin' here?

Have you seen her body?

She makes me money... but, trust me, she's trouble.

Well why don't you tell your agent to get his shit together

and get some easy-goin' girls in here?

(Hesitantly) I would but it's complicated.

Oh, lemme guess.

Your buddy Jack's involved.

Yeah.

They don't have a good workin' relationship.

Then why the fuck did you get into business with him?

If I'd had known that, Andy, I wouldn't've!

(Daryl) Besides, what the fuck do you care

what dancers are in here?

Because Daliahla knew Angel.

I told you that.

A lotta these girls knew Angel.

Well, she's got some unresolved issues.

Mainly with me .

(Daryl laughs)

Who the fuck doesn't?

Huh?

(Daryl laughing)

(♪Sorrowful piano and strings ♪)

(Hospital chatter)

Wilma: What's goin' on?

Taking you home.

I'm leaving?

Unless you don't wanna go.

Leona: We're getting a day nurse

to come in and help out, though.

I don't need that.

(Acceptingly) OK, fine...

Compromise.

I think this hospital's done 'er some good.

Thank-you.

Thank-you.

(♪ Heavy guitar and drums ♪)

Kevin: I've done everything I can, Andy...

...it'll be our first priority next year.

You want me to wait around for another year ?

We don't just serve Blackstone.

There are other bands who need our resources also.

We've been more than fair with our support.

I don't give a shit about fair.

Fuck fair.

We need money for our youth services.

Andy: Why don't you ask Trisha Roy if her rape was fai?

That's outta bounds.

Oh, save the good government bullshit, Kevin

and get me the fuckin' money like I asked you to!

I'm not some monkey you can order around.

Andy: Oh, you wanna go there?

Where?

You want to test my patience?

I don't make these decisions on my own, Andy.

We have a board.

Well lemme ask you somethin'.

Where the fuck was your board when you funded

our entrepreneurship program a few years back?

I seem to recall you doin' alright in that deal.

You put a fuckin' pool in your backyard!

You son of a bitch.

You made these decisions on your own.

You forced that on me.

Why don't you tell that to your board?

I'm not doing this.

Andy: You're goddamn right you are, Kevin.

Our youth program needs that money

and you don't have a fuckin' choice in the matter.

(Coughing)

♪

If you ever want to come in and work on your own time...

Feel free.

The paints are here to be used.

That was cool, Gail.

Gail: Yeah.

Gail: It's kinda relaxin', 'uh?

Yeah, it was fun.

Gail: It's important to have somethig

to take your mind off things.

Somethin' just to lose yourself in.

Thanks!

I'll catch up with you guys later.

Okay...

How you doin'?

Trish, if...

...you ever need someone to talk to...

I'm here, alright?

You know what it's like to lose a child... right?

Yeah.

I was going to have a baby...

And then I wasn't.

Have you talked to someone about this yet?

Talking to you.

Yeah well...

I really didn't deal with my shit well, you know?

Gail: I tried to hide from it.

It wasn't till I got help that things became clear.

I've had my share of counsellors.

Last thing I need is another talk-doc in my face.

Gail: I used to feel that way too.

But it's different, y'know?

When you decide...

To do it instead of being forced to.

What's so different?

Well, you're there because you wanna be there and...

if you don't, you leave.

Look...

I can recommend someone for you to see.

I mean she's really good.

She helps me.

Trisha: Still go?

Yeah.

Every so often. X-TIMESTAMP-MAP=LOCAL:00:00:00.000,MPEGTS:0

♪Hip-hop music plays♪

Jack: Things are goin' pretty well, don't ya think?

Daryl: Yeah, going alright.

Why didn't you tell me you and Marcus were on the outs?

Hey, he wants to hold a grudge?

What can I do?

He's my fuckin' bookin' agent!

If I don't have the dancers, I'm fucked.

You mean we're fucked.

Look...

I need girls I can rely on not these cokehead transits

that are "here one day, gone the next," you know?

You want me to talk to Marcus?

Is that it?

I can have my guys pay him a visit.

No, Jack.

That's not it.

No.

Daryl: Look, I appreciate what you did.

Y'know?

I'm grateful, believe me.

I just...

I wanna buy my shares back.

Daryl: With interest.

Jack: I'm not sellin'.

Daryl: (Playfully) You fucker.

Daryl: Name your price.

I'm not sellin', Daryl.

Maybe I'll buy your shares back.

How 'bout that?

(Cellphone vibrates)

I built this business, Jack.

(Cellphone vibrates)

I want my fuckin' club back.

Jack: (On the phone) Yeah?

Jack: (On the phone) What!?

(♪ Haunting synthesizer ♪)

(Kids laughing)

Ellen: Good job!

Wayne: She's doin' really well.

It seems that way.

Ellen has a gift with those sorta kids, y'know?

What sort is that?

"The quiet ones," the special needs.

Wayne: She can connect.

Leona: Has Mona seen a psychologist yet?

Wayne: She had her first visit yesterday.

Ellen could give you more details on that

but I think it went well.

Leona: Good.

She's better off here.

Wayne: That's why you're here, right?

Wayne: To check up on us?

(Ellen laughing with the kids)

Leona: You know CFS has granted me scheduled visits right?

Yes, yes.

I intend to use them.

(Unfazed) Good.

So, what did he say?

Well, it's not gonna be easy.

I'm sorry, Daryl, but I told you this would happen.

Yeah, I know but...

But it's my call to make, right?

What are you gonna do?

I don't know. Sort it out I guess.

I didn't think he was gonna just hand over

his share of the club.

No.

He's a businessman, Gina.

I'm a businessman, y'know?

(Door slams open)

Daryl: We'll negotiate.

Travis was found dead.

Jack: Shot in the head.

What!?

Someone popped 'im!

Aw fuck, Jack, I'm sorry to hear that.

Did you kill my nephew?

No. I didn't fucking kill your nephew!

No, I think you took him out ...for your cousin!

I said I didn't do it!

(Exasperated) OK...

Alright...

He pissed a lot of people off.

Jack: I'm sure he had it comin'.

Where'd they find him?

His car.

Look, Jack if there's anything I can do, y'know?

I'll figure it out.

I didn't get your numbers yesterday.

She's not workin' for you no more.

Look at you.

Jack: You take somethin' from me...

I'm sure as hell gonna take somethin' from you.

And someone's gonna pay for Travis.

Blood for fuckin' blood!

(♪ Heavy metal instrumental ♪)