Original subtitles

Last one to the top's a rotten egg!

(Laughter)

(Laughter)

(Laughter)

Go, go, go, go!

Leona: Hold on!

(Laughter)

Leona: Too fast?

(Laughter)

(Swings creaking)

You like the swings?

Mona: M-hm, yeah.

Leona: Well I hate to spoil the fun but...

we should probably get going.

I'm going to find you a new home on Blackstone.

It's just gonna take a little time.

No, you want have to go back to Smokey's, I promise.

Leona: What is it, Mona?

Leona: You must miss it here... a little?

♪ (quietly) ♪

Wayne: Alright!

Wayne: Dinner's in ten...

Let's start cleaning up.

Wanna play?

Wayne: No, no, no, no. C'mon.

Wayne: That's enough. Let's go.

Kid: C'mon, Mr. Sterling, c'mon!

Yeah, yeah, come on!

Alright, alright, lemme show ya how it's done.

Wayne: Get the ball off me!

Wayne: Hey? Hey? C'mon!

Wayne: Oh... yeah!

Wayne: Once again.

Wayne: Let's have it, let's have it!

(Wayne yells in pain)

Son of a bitch!

You ok?

Wayne: Get yer fuckin' hands off me!

Get inside, all of ya!

OK, go wash up, 'K?

You OK?

Do I look OK?

(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 ♪

♪

(Students chatting)

(Andy coughing)

(Andy coughing)

(Coughing)

(Coughing)

Andy: Alan!

(Andy coughing)

Can you give me five minutes?

I'm listening.

Andy: Look...

I know I've made some mistakes in the past but...

Can we just put them behind us?

I've seen you parked here before.

Will you stop following me, please?

What the fuck am I supposed to do?

Andy: You don't visit me.

You don't call me anymore.

Look, I got class.

Andy: Alan.

Andy: You're my son.

I love you.

Can't we just work it out?

Andy: Please?

Gotta go.

Alan?

Alan!

(Wheezing)

(Coughing)

(Loud coughing)

(footsteps)

(Knocking)

Wayne!

Leona: Is Mona ready?

Did you talk to CFS?

About what?

I have a scheduled visit.

(Hesitantly) Yeah... I...

You need to talk to CFS.

I scheduled the visit with them.

You know that.

What's goin' on?

Yeah, not a good day.

It's not a good day.

What is it, Leona?

Where's Mona?

No, you have to let me see her!

Leona: Wayne!

(Door locking)

(Knocking)

Leona: Ellen!

(Truck rumbling)

Luke: There's a sense of abandon to your approach, Gail.

Wh... what, you don't think it's done?

I was payin' you a compliment.

Oh.

The brush strokes seem "loose."

They feel unforced, yet deliberate.

I think I should include one of your paintings

in my next exhibition.

What're you talkin' about?

I'm giving up a wall of space in my show

and curating a collection of my students' work.

I wanna include one of your paintings.

Why?

Because I think you're ready to show.

Why would anyone give a shit about my work?

Luke: You have no idea what I'm offering, do you?

Gail: No, not really.

Luke: So, you're gonna come with me, right?

Are you asking me out on a date?

I mean you me and in public?

Yeah.

Holy...!

I like you, Gail.

I kinda like you too.

So that's a "yes?"

No.

That's a "fuck yes!" X-TIMESTAMP-MAP=LOCAL:00:00:00.000,MPEGTS:0

Well, I'm just finishing up the paperwork now

and probably will have it t'you in the next hour or so...

Gladice: If that's OK?

Leona: Really sorry to interrupt.

Marilyn, I tried calling you.

Leona: The Sterlings wouldn't allow my visit with Mona today.

I think it's best if you leave this in my hands for today.

Leona: They violated our agreement.

Tell me you're gonna handle this.

Give us a moment...?

Leona: Thank you.

I don't get the impression they're taking this seriously.

Mona passed away.

Five days ago.

What!?

She had a fall at the Sterling house.

They rushed her to the hospital

but unfortunately she was pronounced dead

when she arrived.

Marilyn: She suffered a brain haemorrhage.

How?

She fell down some stairs.

Hit her head.

Why wasn't I informed about this?

Why wasn't the family informed about this?

I assumed they were.

I know the family, Marilyn.

I promise you they weren't!

It's a sensitive issue.

We're dealing with it the best we can.

With all due respect, Marilyn, no, you're not!

I apologize, I'm sorry.

Where's the autopsy report, I wanna see it!

I don't have that.

I saw the police report.

Marilyn: It was an accident.

No, I don't buy that!

I'm sorry to hear that.

Tell the child's family you're sorry, not me.

Hey, Teresa.

C'mere a second.

Check this out.

Whaddya think?

Teresa: What is it?

Gail: It's a fuckin' painting.

Is it finished?

(Impatiently) Yeah.

(Embarrassed) Oh...

Well, whaddya think?

It's pretty good?

Yeah.

Gail: So...

Whad'you figure it's worth?

It's not that good.

Whatever.

♪

Stu: CFS was right.

Stu: The coroner determined it was an accident.

And how exactly can he say that?

Leona: Did he see her fall down the stairs?

The results coincide with the police report.

Yeah, well I don't buy it.

There is something of concern.

What is it?

She had an STI.

What are you talking about?

Chlamydia.

She was nine years old!

Stu: I know.

Then she was abused and probably by Wayne Sterling.

Stu: We don't know that.

Leona: Then who?

Leona: Somebody took advantage of her, Stu.

Can you at least...

Talk to the Sterlings

and make sure their story checks out?

I'll look into it.

And what can I do?

Don't jump to any conclusions.

Stu: OK?

I'll call you later.

(traffic noise)

Leona: Why didn't you tell me Mona had an STI?

It was in the autopsy report!

I wasn't aware of that.

Does your department even give a shit?

I can assure you we do, Leona.

Then what the hell was she doing with chlamydia?

She was nine.

It's a problem!

You know that.

Not in nine year olds!

We've seen it with children as young as age five.

For God's sake, Marilyn.

Blackstone bears some responsibility also, Leona!

Blackstone?

Marilyn: We provide the education.

But it's up to you to promote and teach it.

We do!

Marilyn: We can only do so much!

Somebody needs to be accountable for their behaviour!

Marilyn: The kids sometimes come into the system

carrying these diseases already.

We have an executive meeting regarding Mona's case

tomorrow morning.

Marilyn: I'll let you know what comes out of it.

Do you really believe she fell down a flight of stairs?

(Office chatter)

This report raises some questions.

Platt: And what report is this?

Stu: Young girl, nine years old,

...died from a fall in foster care.

I heard about that.

She had an STI.

So now you think maybe she was abused?

What about the foster parents?

Check them out?

They're clean.

Not even a parking ticket.

So whaddya need from me?

I think it deserves another look.

(page flip)

So you want me to investigate the... foster parent?

Find out if they're a pedophile?

I'm asking you to investigate a possible homicide.

(heavy sigh) Mom's sleeping.

She keeps goin' on about this day nurse.

She doesn't want her here.

Gail: I mean I dunno what to say to her.

Gail: Leona?

How's mom?

She's sleeping.

Are you OK?

Yeah.

No, you're not.

I should've known better than to leave Mona at that house.

Leona: I never had a good feeling about those people.

It's not your fault.

Leona: I should've known, Gail.

Gail: CFS put her there, not you.

Stu's looking into this, right?

Yeah, he said he would.

Well...

If somethin' happened, he'd find it.

It's just really hard to prove that sort of thing.

Well...

You gotta trust your gut.

Mona gave me these last week.

Yeah.

She collected bottle caps.

I think she was tryin' to tell me something.

You know, I took her and Wendy down to the river once.

They floated these and then they chased them down the bank.

I had just asked her if she missed Blackstone.

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♪ (and chatter) ♪

Ah!

Hey...

How did it go?

Good...

I was so nervous.

Nervous... about what?

It's a big step.

These meetings...

I'm really proud of you.

Did you have to speak?

I didn't have to.

But I did.

I shared something a friend told me recently.

That it's never too late to ask for a second chance.

Alan...

That's not all.

I also spoke on the meaning of the word "Kisewatisowin."

How love and belonging are necessary for a fulfilled life.

Alan: And that we can never have these things

if we're high on drugs and alcohol.

Cecil taught me that.

I know.

It's mine now.

(Laughter)

(Sarcastically) OK.

So...

Check it out.

Luke wants to put one of my paintings in his next show.

Really?

Gail: Yeah.

Gail, that's great!

I dunno.

No, it's a great opportunity.

What if no one likes it?

And what if they do?

Don't let fear stop you.

Yeah.

I guess you're right.

(Door opens)

Hey!

C'mon...

Get up!

Fuck off!

Andy, the girls're gonna be here soon.

C'mon, get up!

What's the matter with you?

How many times I gotta tell ya?

Daryl: Go see a doctor!

I don't need to see a doctor.

Look!

What's with the blood?

I'm fine.

You spread somethin' in here, I lose money.

(Drunken laughter)

You'll always have old Jacky-boy to back you up.

Just get your shit together.

Andy: You'll be askin' for my help soon enough.

You see Vanessa?

Why, you fuck her in here?

She has my keys.

Tell you what, I'll go find your keys.

You clean this fuckin' mess up.

Don't pass out.

(Coughing)

(Heavy breathing)

(Smashes glass on the floor)

Mom.

Get that crap away from me.

It'll take away the pain.

I told you I don't want it!

Maybe I wanna feel the pain, eh?

Look...

I'm just tryin' to help you here, OK?

Wilma: You wanna help?

Go to Three Rivers.

Wilma: And find Tuktuk.

Wilma: Tell'im to come here.

He's a doctor, a healer.

Serious?

Wilma: (impatiently) Yah, I'm serious!

What's with all the questions?

Gail: Holy shit, woman!

Why'nt you go call him yourself?

Fine!

I will!

OK

I...will go... find Tuktuk.

Wilma: Don't tell him I got cancer.

And why not?

He can make his own judgment.

(footsteps)

(Knocking)

Can I help you?

I'm Detective Platt with Homicide.

Homicide?

Yes, I'd like to ask you some follow-up questions

on the death of Mona Fournier.

Mind if I come inside?

We already had a visit from the police.

Yes, I read your statement.

This won't take long....

So it was you that found Mona, correct?

I was in the kitchen. I heard her fall.

And where were you, Ellen?

She was out back.

That's right.

Doing what?

Pardon?

What were you doin' out back?

The kids play out there.

Platt: So you were playing with the children outside?

I was gathering their toys.

Right.

It says here that...

Well, you were "downstairs in the laundry room."

I can't remember what I said.

I was upset.

So the report is wrong?

Yes.

I mean, about that, it is.

Were there any other children in the house at the time?

Wayne: Nope.

Well, why was Mona alone in the house?

She wasn't alone.

Wayne was there.

Platt: Right, he was in the kitchen.

That's right.

So what were you doin' home alone with Mona?

She was usin' the washroom.

I was makin' a sandwich.

You don't have a washroom down here?

Yes, we do.

So then why was Mona upstairs?

I don't know.

She can go where she wants.

Are you aware that Mona had chlamydia?

What!?

We didn't know that.

Have you ever been tested?

What are you suggesting?

Platt: I'm not suggesting anything.

Platt: I'm asking questions.

You were home alone with a nine-year-old girl

who was found dead...

...with a sexually transmitted infection.

Oh, my god.

Platt: It wouldn't be the first time there was a pedophile

in foster care.

These questions need to be asked.

Wayne: You son of a bitch.

Get the hell out of my home!

Platt: Relax!

Nobody's accusing you of anything.

Whatever she brought into this house

came from that dirty reserve!

You willing to get tested?

Get the fuck outta here!

I'll be in touch.

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Gladice: There was some miscommunication about

whether the family had been reached or not.

Marilyn: Five days had transpired.

That's unacceptable.

I know. It's terrible.

It's unacceptable!

And it's being addressed.

I can't keep pretending that this is all OK.

I think we've established that it's not OK!

That's why we're here.

You know what I'm talking about.

What is it?

It's not as if this is the first time this has happened!

Marilyn: Everyone here knows what goes on!

Gladice: We report everything.

The government decides what gets published.

And that makes it OK?

The mandate is to keep the numbers and causes of death

out of the scrutiny of the public to protect us!

The public...

...and the families have a right to know!

They have a right to know what's going on!

I don't expect you to agree with everything, Marilyn.

We all know the system has flaws

but I do expect you to be on-side with the mandate

as it is set out for us!

Ellen: What is it?

Why don'tcha tell me what really happened that day?

I told you.

Wayne: I heard two stories now...

Wayne: Tell me again.

Not gonna drink your way outta this...

It was upsetting to find her, Wayne.

I don't like thinking about it.

Don't play games with me.

I'm not!

What'd you do?

Nothing.

What'd you do to her?

How the fuck did she get chlamydia, huh?

Tell me that!

You touch me... I will tell them about all the others!

♪ Ominous electric guitar ♪

(ATV engine roaring)

Platt: Smokey Stoney?

Smokey: Yeah?

I'm Detective Platt.

I need to ask you a few questions.

Smokey: About uh... what?

It relates to the death of Mona Fournier.

OK...

Were you aware that she had chlamydia?

What!?

Is this type of news unusual to you?

Well no, it's not unusual, but it's not talked about.

I mean...

There's stories about kids with chlamydia,

gonorrhoea, syphilis.

Under the age of 10?

Yeah, it's... disturbing.

Do you have any reason to believe that

Mona was sexually active with anyone?

No I mean...

I do my best to keep the boys and girls separated

but you can't keep your eyes on them 24/7.

And when a child is preyed upon,

they're usually too scared to say anything.

That's right...

You have a teenage foster kid, Robby, correct?

What was his relationship with Mona?

Well, I don't know.

He's in high school.

He doesn't have much time for anybody else but his friends.

I'm gonna have Robby tested.

"Tested?"

For chlamydia.

You as well... if that's OK.

Yeah, if you think that's necessary.

I do.

♪

Bernadette: You might wanna keep

some of those thoughts you have to yourself.

We've been quiet long enough.

Our information is protected by law for a reason.

The law needs to change.

What good is it gonna do stirring up a bunch of families

who were never capable of raising a child

in the first place?

They have a right to know.

People don't give a shit, Marilyn.

I give a shit.

There was more public outcry over those three dogs

that died in a house fire last month.

That's because the public doesn't know about these kids.

The information is "protected."

Just don't do anything stupid.

Hillis: Afternoon, detective.

Hillis: So what's this I hear you're investigating

that foster kid's death?

The death was determined an accident.

What d'you think I do here?

I'm sorry...?

Here in this department.

What do you think I do?

Hey, don't condescend to me, Detective.

If I have reason to believe an accidental death

may in fact be a homicide,

I'm going to investigate it.

You investigate the cases I tell you to investigate.

So you're sayin' I should ignore the evidence?

Even though it points to a murder cover-up?

As deputy chief, that's the position you're taking?

I don't like wasting resources on witch-hunts.

Or native children.

It's a dead-end case.

Dealing with a native child.

Listen, you are walking

a very fucking thin line here, Detective.

Hey, I'm just doing my fuckin' job.

So what is it you have?

We have a broken bone in her neck

which is consistent with strangulation.

Platt: Forensics has found woollen fibres

under her fingernails.

I think she was pushed.

All you have is speculation.

Leave it alone.

(Knocking)

Hey, I'm Gail.

I'm Tuk, nice to meet you.

Pihtikwe

Gail: So... you're a doctor?

A real doctor, doctor?

That's what they call me.

Well...

She's in rough shape.

How long has she been sick?

For years.

But the last few weeks it's been really bad.

Gail: She's in a lot of pain and she won't take her meds.

Gail: She needs to take them.

Well, I'll know soon enough what she needs.

Look, "Doctor Tuk..."

I don't want you to make things worse with my mom, OK?

The signing and the calling in spirits is all good.

But at 3 A.M., when she wakes up screaming in pain...

Gail: She needs drugs.

Western and traditional medicines can work together.

You know, I came here to try and...

Make things better, not worse.

OK, I'm sorry.

Y'know, I, I...

I think she's... preparing to die, y'know?

Well, that may be so.

But I think she's just frightened. X-TIMESTAMP-MAP=LOCAL:00:00:00.000,MPEGTS:0

(Andy coughing)

(Door closes)

Doctor: It's gonna take a few days

before we have the test results.

In the meantime, here's a prescription.

This will help with your cough and fever.

Is it a cold?

Well, the symptoms are there but I can't say for sure.

Your immune system is weak.

Have you... been under a lot of stress lately?

You need some rest...

and no alcohol or drugs.

Doctor: Unless you want more problems.

Greg: How's Gail been?

Greg: Is she still seein' that guy?

That artist?

Greg, if you wanna know how Gail's been,

you should pay her a visit.

Got a second?

Sure.

In private.

I'll be right back.

Is this about Mona?

Yes.

And no.

Mona's death speaks to a larger problem within the system.

What d'you mean?

The government has been underreporting

the number of child welfare deaths.

Marilyn: Over the past decade.

By how much?

Over two-thirds.

Marilyn: And most of those kids are First Nations.

(Shocked) What!?

Marilyn: There's been a mandate

to deliberately withhold information from the public.

No public accountability

and no effort for reform or prevention.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I know you'll do something about it.

Marilyn: Facts, figures, the truth.

Marilyn: It's all in there.

Shit.

(Sirens)

♪ Urgent tempo ♪

(Knocking)

A warrant to search the premises.

Wayne: Search for what?

Evidence in the death of Mona Fournier.

You guys head upstairs.

Ellen!

Sue: (On the phone) OK, well just check

on the filing cabinet next to my desk.

Sue: Leona, hi!

Sue: Really good to see you.

Sue: Glad you called.

This is what I was given.

Who gave you this?

I think the information stands on its own.

So you're not willing to say?

This person would lose their job.

Sounds appropriate, given what you allege.

They're not all bad.

Most of them were just following orders.

It's the government that has a lot to answer for.

I have to be honest,

without anyone to verify this, it's gonna take some time.

I have to do my due diligence.

I obviously made a mistake .

Sue: Whoa, hold on a second.

There's protocols I have to follow.

What, I'm not credible enough?

The deal is: I give you the exclusive

and it goes to air within 24 hours

or I take it somewhere else.

You got a deal.

Thanks for bringing this to me.

(Deep breath)

How you doin'?

Ah...

I'm feeling better.

That's good for today.

Why didn't you call for me sooner, Wilma?

I got lost.

I lost touch with so many things.

My kids...

Wilma: My culture...

I denied the power of our traditions.

And now?

I want to at least...

Die with dignity.

What makes you think you're gonna die?

I got cancer.

Do you wanna die?

No.

I've seen so many people survive cancer.

Tuk: And you look like you still have a lot of fight.

You have more say in this than you realize.

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The fibres under her fingernails

match a sweater worn by Mrs. Sterling.

The bruising on her neck

is consistent with the size of Mrs. Sterling's hand.

It's too small for the husband,

too large for a child's.

So what I think she did is...

She strangled the kid...

Walked her over to the stair landing...

And pushed her.

I owe you.

Hillis: I thought I told you to stay away from

that foster death case.

You ignored my directive, Platt.

Forensics don't lie!

I just came from forensics!

It appears you have enough to make an arrest.

So, uh... I'll make the call personally.

♪ fuzzed guitars ♪

(Screeching tires)

Son, go with the officer please.

Where is she?

You're makin' a mistake.

Where is she, Wayne?

Wayne: She's at the grocery store!

You're lying.

Platt: D'you know why we're here?

I caught her stealing.

So you strangled her?

She wouldn't acknowledge it.

I just...

Wanted her to acknowledge it.

Were you drinking?

We had a son.

(strained) "Daniel."

He died when he was seven.

Wayne won't talk about it.

Those were his.

He collected them.

Ellen: She just wouldn't leave them alone.

I just wanted her to admit what she had done.

Platt: I'm placing you under arrest

for the murder of Mona Fournier.

♪ Melancholy piano and strings ♪

♪ cool party music ♪ (chatter)

Oh, no thank-you.

Gail, I'd like you to meet Melissa Berman.

Hi!

Hi...

Melissa just purchased your painting.

Really?

Melissa: I certainly did.

Holy...

Now, come and tell me all about it.

Gail: Well...

Gail: It's actually, it's about my daughter.

Melissa: Oh, gorgeous, of course!

Melissa: These two very strong figures here.

It's very, very advanced work.

Especially the shapes and the line in it.

♪ Upbeat piano ♪

(Man singing) ♪ Tonight I feel like

the world won't miss me ♪

♪ So much to say but there's no one listening ♪

♪ If we're alone, are we all together in that? ♪

♪ I threw a penny in a well for wishing ♪

♪ Prayed for all the things I think I'm missing ♪

♪ A little time is all I really need ♪

♪ I am doing the best I can with everything I am ♪

♪ Don't you know nobody's perfect? ♪

♪ Do you understand how hard I'm trying to do ♪

♪ The best I can? ♪

♪ The best I can ♪

♪ A second chance to give you something ♪

♪ It takes a lifetime to come from nothing! ♪

♪ I refuse to believe in running away ♪