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Male Narrator: Previously on 'Sex&Violence':

[trips and stumbles] Uh. Ahhh!!

I love you.

[screams]

Did your husband do this to you?

[gunshot]

Is I.A. still looking into what Roach did?

She was cleared. That's what set this fucker off.

[gunshot]

Ahhh! Fuck! Oh fuck!

[choking]

Keep it down!

[gunshot]

My son didn't trust you, Maria.

And now I hear in the news that my son was shot

in revenge for someone you shot.

[pained breaths]

So, any kids?

Eww.

I've been having an affair for the better part of the year.

I don't need a job.

I have the insurance and the house is closing.

Everybody needs to do something.

What do you do?

I take care of you.

Is this your husband?

Uh, boyfriend.

Any idea what time of day this might have happened?

I was at work and then I had class.

So between nine and nine.

I don't get a lot of chances to buy a handsome man a drink.

Well, if you put it that way.

Jesus.

But could somebody have come up behind him and done this?

Well he was alone, right? Was there any sign of a break-in?

[panting]

[loud dance music plays]

How ya doing?

Good... Jasper.

Jasper? Gasper.

[laughs]

Haven't seen you in here before.

Finding my way.

Late bloomer?

Second bloomer.

Good for you.

Can I buy you a drink, Gaspar?

Thanks.

What'll it be?

You know what? I'll take a rain check.

Hope to see you again.

[suspenseful rock music]

[suspenseful rock music]

[suspenseful rock music]

[suspenseful rock music]

[suspenseful rock music]

[suspenseful rock music]

[sighs]

[sighs and exhales]

[deep breath and exhales]

[cupboard doors open and close]

[channel surfs TV]

What the hell are you doin'?

Playing with your ass.

[sighs] You here all night?

Quiet as a church mouse.

Well keep your church mouse outta my ass.

[laughs] Can I buy you breakfast? Brunch?

Oh wow. Let me help you with that.

[sighs]

God you're so beautiful.

I love what you did to me last night.

[sighs]

You're really good.

[groans]

I can still feel you a little.

[moans]

So strong.

Oh, fuck... Ahh, ahh, ahh! [groans and panting breaths]

Oh, fuck... Ahh, ahh, ahh! [groans and panting breaths]

Oh, fuck... Ahh, ahh, ahh! [groans and panting breaths]

Oh, fuck... Ahh, ahh, ahh! [groans and panting breaths]

Good morning.

Ah, oh fuck... Morning.

So, do you have time later?

[sighs]

I was thinking maybe we could go for a long stroll

to Point Pleasant Park, go see a matinee,

grab a crumpet, shop for wedding rings--

What's your name again?

Lachlan. Lachlan.

Look, Lach, I got this uh, court thing today.

Oh. Did you catch a bad guy?

Yup.

You gonna have to testify to make sure he goes away?

Nah. I don't know, maybe.

God, you're so hot.

Yeah, it's really tough being this hot.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

Might have a uniform fetish.

Really?

Or maybe it's just a you fetish.

You're not a morning person.

But later, when you're more chipper,

you're gonna think back about how much you like me.

And then you're gonna be really mad

that you didn't ask for my number.

[sighs] Can I get your number?

I already put it on your phone.

You should really get a password for that thing.

Yeah.

In your own words.

Uh, we responded to a call from dispatch

that there was a hunter in the woods near the school.

Constable Hillyer and myself responded.

Constable Downey and his K-9 responded as well.

We all arrived at the same time.

The defendant was not visible.

He'd gone into the woods to hide.

The defendant then fired shots on the police vehicles,

hitting both Constable Hillyer

and Constable Downey in the head.

I was able to assume control of my police car,

and I retrieved Constable Downey

and brought them both to paramedics.

But neither of them made it to the hospital alive.

Objection.

Sustained. To what?

The charges are murder and attempted murder.

Only Constable Hillyer has been pronounced deceased

at this stage, Constable Downey's still among the living.

He's brain dead.

Right but, brain dead is figuratively dead.

His heart is still beating, so he is legally, not dead.

I sustained the objection.

All right. They'd like you to rephrase your answer.

Just testify to what happened in your presence.

He shot Hillyer in the throat and blew Downey's brains out.

Not figuratively.

And you delivered them to the ambulance.

Yes.

Did you subdue the defendant, Andrew Kreilly?

No. MacIntyre.

Sorry uh, he turned himself in to Constable MacIntyre.

Cross.

Constable Roach, did you kill Walter Kim,

a family member to the defendant?

Object. Relevance.

It goes to my client's state of mind, to his mental state.

Constable Roach isn't on trial. Sustained.

But that's the basis of my client's entire defense.

That the police would be able to kill a member of his family

and then close ranks, an internal affair,

above the law, with no trial, no justice.

Object. What?

Do you have a question for this witness?

I'm answering your previous objection.

You stop answering when it's been sustained.

Constable Roach, are you aware that the defendant's cousin died

while in your custody?

Look, I was his captive, alright?

I barely got out of there with my life.

After he already killed three people that day.

But he was subdued, by you.

Object.

Are you suggesting that Constable Roach was the target?

No! The defendant would have no way of knowing

what officers would possibly respond to a complaint

about his open carry near a school.

Are you saying the school was the target?

Ah, no. No, I'm not saying that.

Well Mr. Deane, nobody understands what you're saying.

Well, we are trying to apply what's coming out of your mouth

to this trial that's happening here, today.

But you insist on talking about incidents

from some six months ago.

It's not going to happen in my courtroom.

Well, perhaps now though, the jury can appreciate my client's

frustration with police bias in the justice system.

You're supposed to hide your contempt of the court Mr. Deane.

This does not seem to be going very well.

You shouldn't torture yourself by coming here.

Look, you want to grab a bite? Something? A drink?

Not ¢til this is over, and maybe not then.

Hey, buddy. Looks like you're all ready.

Yup.

Well, I'm sorry it just didn't work out.

Yeah. Sigrid, you're not really reliable anymore.

I'm gonna take you off the registration list.

I've been a foster mom for eighteen years.

Well, not anymore.

Well, I just need children that are less traumatized.

Maybe if you didn't bring me the children of murderers.

If I get any lost Arabian princesses I'll let you know.

You ready? Yup.

Okay.

Are you saying my son didn't kill himself?

I don't know that.

I'm just following up... do you think he did?

He was sad.

He lost his husband in that shoot out

at the women's shelter.

Stephen was grieving, like you do.

So he, uh, wasn't seeing anyone?

It was too soon, he said.

Was there anything about this place that day?

I mean, I know you said that nothing was missing.

But any sign that someone had been here? Anything at all?

Something new?

The belt.

The belt he had around his neck?

Yeah.

He bought a new belt to hang himself.

That's why I didn't think it was an accident.

You hadn't seen the belt before?

No.

How'd you know it was his?

Uh?

So I was thinking I gotta take off.

I mean, well, I do.

Toronto, maybe Alberta.

I just can't find any work here.

And this whole catering and waiting

just ain't paying the rent.

Well, I could give you some money.

Yeah, how would I pay you back?

Well, you don't pay me back, you pay your rent.

Yeah, well thanks sugar daddy, but I just go,

work for six months, and then I'll be back.

Yeah, but is that what you really wanna do?

No, but I have to.

[sighs] When?

Pretty fast.

Why don't you just let me give you some money.

To what end? Another month and I'll be deeper in the hole.

Look, I wanna stay, continue, figure out what this is.

We'll just have to wait.

What are you saying?

Andreas was gay?

I'm asking whether it's possible he went on a date

with a, a man.

It wasn't an accident?

I don't know, Keelin.

We're just-- I'm just trying to be thorough.

'Cause everybody deserves an investigation.

No, something's changed.

You don't start an investigation after this long.

Well, there's been some similar fatalities.

I thought he might be gay.

The strangling kink, that came out of nowhere.

If you told me he was gay, or bi--

So it's possible.

Isn't being on the down low always possible?

God. That actually makes sense.

Someone killed him?

The official cause of death is still accidental suicide.

I'm just following up on some suspicions.

[sounds of children playing]

[sounds of children playing]

So... are you uh, collecting children now?

I called you.

Yeah.

I've taken the foster mother off the registry.

Are you looking for a different foster mother?

It doesn't have to be a mother.

Don't change the subject.

It's easy to place a kid when mom's a drug addict

or dad's got cancer.

When dad's a murderer, it's a bit of a challenge.

What are you playing at?

You said you were okay with this.

I am. It is. This has nothing to do with them.

It's you. You're mothering them.

You're not social working them, you're falling in love.

You wanna just keep them?

We don't just get to just keep them.

It's what you want though.

We're fostering them. We're supposed to love them.

And be sad and worried when they leave.

Don't give me any of this 'don't get attached' bullshit.

Oh please, don't turn this into an argument.

All I'm saying is you seem really, really happy.

And it makes me-- it means a lot to me to see you be happy.

Oh. Okay, thanks.

You could've just said that.

[kids playing]

Let's do it, do it properly I mean,

let's foster and try to adopt. Feels right.

It's what you want, isn't it?

[kids laugh and play]

I've set you up to stay at a shelter

as soon as a room opens up.

You'll have 60 days there.

I like it here.

Alex has envisioned this place as more of an emergency shelter.

For women with no alternatives.

Every day's an emergency for me.

I'd like to take you to the police station to file a report.

I've gotta talk to Declan.

Wait. Talk to him later.

I'm not goin' there until I talk to Dechlan.

Why, because if he's sorry you won't press charges?

I don't want him going to jail. What good would that do?

Just file the report. In case you change your mind.

If you don't, your case will be weaker

when you do change your mind.

The police already came. That was for last time.

You need to file a report for this time.

Otherwise you'll just have to do it again next time.

[sighs]

[heavy breathing and groans]

Roll over. No, I'm good.

What is it? Nothing.

Is it your brother? My mistress.

Why is there no fuckin' name for a male mistress?

Yeah, that is fuckin' weird.

He's goin' down the road.

What? When?

I dunno.

You okay?

Yeah. I offered to give him money. He wouldn't take it.

Money, to stay?

Yeah, but he didn't take it.

Maybe he should stay here.

He can't afford it.

No, no. I mean here, here, with us. Yeah.

We got two extra bedrooms.

He doesn't have to pay anything if he doesn't want to, you know.

He can pay whatever he wants, or can afford. I don't care.

You're being serious?

Yes, I'm tryin', just trying to help.

I don't know what the rules are.

Let's just burn this marriage down and start from scratch.

[kiss sound]

[sighs]

I don't know how straight people did it all these years.

So, Padraig and I have been talking, a lot,

and we wanted to ask you boys how would you feel

about being adopted?

By who?

Oh, uh, by us. Sorry I should have specified that.

We both think you're wonderful boys--ó

[shooting sound]

--and we love you.

Even if it doesn't work out--ó

[shooting noise]

--we want you to have stable forever homes,

with us, um, if the courts allow us adopt you.

We wanna try.

No. No?

No.

How come?

I got a mom.

Yes, yes you do, and your mother would have to agree--

[shooting noise]

--and she will always be your mother.

She would take care of you if she could.

We just want you to have a good place to live.

I do.

You want to be adopted?

I like it here.

Okay.

Alright, well that's good, guys.

We can talk about it again.

[shooting noises]

That hurt?

No. Tickles.

Tickles! That's great. That's a really good sign.

It means there's nerves there, right?

Nerves close to the surface, yeah.

Now, I would still rinse.

Don't pull and don't scrub.

My wife is here today.

She was hoping to speak to you.

If that's okay with you? About Kai?

Yeah. Is he okay?

Yeah. Completely.

Okay. See you next time.

[knock at door] Hey.

How's Kai? He's good.

He's been asking about you.

What do you say?

That you love him very much

and if you could take care of him you would.

He's with us now, Padraig and me.

Living with you?

Since your brother-in-law killed the police officers.

That was hard on his foster mother.

I just feel like they're never going to leave us alone.

Padraig and I would like to petition

for guardianship of Kai.

So he doesn't bounce from foster to foster.

Especially as his uncle's trial gets in the news.

Not his uncle. It's a cousin.

Cousin.

What? You want custody of Kai?

Well, we thought, we love him very much.

I love him.

I know, Ginger, I know, and he knows.

But I also know you're heavily medicated,

because you have to be and every surgery you recover from

you need another one, and none of that's your fault.

You're Kai's mother and Kai's your son

and everybody wants you in his life.

I just want a home for Kai

and I think this is the best way.

You're a good mom.

You only have to know Kai a little bit to know that.

You should see him with Padraig, they're so close.

Padraig didn't say anything.

We both decided I should talk to you.

I'm Kai's social worker.

Kai is the reason I've been having all of these surgeries.

He's the last thing that I'm holding on for.

I was wondering if you can tell me

if these guys are customers here?

We don't out our customers.

Right. Uh, these guys are all dead.

Him... and him.

This guy? Yeah.

The one with the red hair and girlfriend.

He was also a voracious bottom, he's in here

two, three times a month pickin' up dudes.

Alright. Thanks.

Yeah. Come on. Come on.

Wha... Whaaaaa... Ahhh!... Fuck!

[laughs] You've been saving up.

Yeah. Thanks.

It's always a pleasure.

You want me to pleasure you?

No. No, I'm good, I'm content.

Well that seems fair.

Oh, well the money makes it fair.

I don't mind.

Well, you booked an hour, we've got like ten minutes left, so--

A lot can happen in ten minutes.

Well, actually I have another date.

Tonight? Yup.

Oh. I guess, um, I want two hours, I gotta book two hours.

Well, if you want to make sure I'm available.

Okay.

I want to ask you something.

Do you want celery with it?

No.

I want to raise some money.

For what?

I wanna turn my house into a women's shelter.

There's a real need since the old place closed.

You, you are extraordinary.

There are grants.

I mean, even the old place got grants.

But I want to make modifications.

So, I-I need, um, start-up money.

Okay. Okay?

I mean, I'm listening.

You want me to help turn your house

into a women's shelter, I don't know--

I need a bedroom, some bathrooms, a security system,

stuff for the kitchen, linen for the bedrooms.

Well that doesn't sound like so much

and you'd come back here.

What? You'd live here.

You'd come home after your house turns into a shelter.

I'd live at the shelter.

You'd live there? In the women's shelter?

Yeah.

Like a desperate woman. Who's husband beat her.

Who has no options.

I'll be running the place.

You don't have to live in the shelter to run it.

Well, it's a different model.

Do you have a martyr complex?

Forget I asked.

Oh, come on, Alex. I'm a public figure.

I'm a fucking judge for Christ's sakes!

What are people supposed to think if my wife

is living in a women's shelter?!

That she cares more about someone else than herself

and so do you!

Well, I can't, I won't help you on this.

I'm not your wife anymore, you know.

Well to me, you're still my wife.

It's not like I'm going to fall in love again at this point.

I know.

And I'll be paying your daughter's hospital bills

until I die because I love her too.

Am I not your family?

[sighs] Yes, you are... but I can't live with you.

Jesus Christ!

[sighs]

[knock at door]

Hi. Are you Gasper Scott-Cauldwell?

You can call me Finn.

Finn? Finn.

Okay. Ben.

You look just like your picture.

Can I get you a drink, Ben?

Um, yeah. A gin and tonic would be great.

I have beer.

Ah, no. I'm okay. Sure?

Yup.

So you're awfully cute.

Is that unusual for a customer?

No. I say that to everybody, even if they're not.

So I'm not cute? No, you're cute.

Do you want your money?

Yeah.

So, Finn, where do you want to do this?

Do you want to go to the bedroom?

No. The bedroom is for my wife.

For your wife. Well, that makes sense.

I can appreciate that.

So, can I kiss you now?

I-- I, well I don't really kiss on the lips.

You can kiss anywhere else.

Okay. Cool. Let's do this.

[laughs] Might as well get this over with.

Your turn.

Can you unbuckle my belt for me?

Yup.

[soft music plays]

[kissing, heavy breathing]

[kissing, heavy breathing]

[kissing, heavy breathing]

[Finn whispers]: Oh yeah.

[kissing, moaning, and heavy breathing]

I want you on the table. On the table?

Coffee table. Okay.

Now this you can kiss.

[heavy breathing, kissing and moaning]

[heavy breathing, kissing and moaning]

So who's going to be the top?

It's not you.

Okay.

[Ben]: Here you go.

[Finn]: You ready?

Ready Freddie. Alright, easy.

Ohh, God.

Yup. K, I'm good.

[Finn pants] Oh, God. Yeah.

[heavy panting] Oh, God.

[heavy panting] Oh, God.

[Finn]: I want you on your knees.

On my knees? Yeah.

[Ben]: Ooooh.

[grunting, heavy breathing]

[grunting, heavy breathing]

[grunting, heavy breathing]

[grunting, heavy breathing]

Ahhhh!

Ahhhh!

What the fuck?!

I didn't say you could do that!

I'm sorry. Fuck off!

Relax, man. No. You're fucked!

You need help, you got something wrong!

Fuckin' relax, man.

No, you fuckin' relax!

I like it a little rough.

You've got something wrong with you, man.

You can't do that.

I just wanted to try something new.

Come on, don't leave. Fuck off!

Don't go... Come on, you can't leave. Please, come--

Don't touch me. You can't leave!

Fuck off!

Come on ple-- [door slams]

FUCK!

[music continues]

[music continues]

[slaps himself loudly, sobs and runs water]

Narrator: Next time on 'Sex&Violence':

Miss McKay.

Hi.

Finn.

Oh my God.

[slaps down sticky note]

That's, that's a lot in common, right?

They've gotta be connected. These two here.

Alex, being a lawyer made you a good victims advocate.

That's not the right background to run a shelter.

A shelter needs a softer touch.

How the fuck would you know what a women's shelter needs?

It was my idea.

So, what's in it for you?

My husband's happiness.

I mean, I really don't want you to leave.

We don't want you to leave.

Like a threesome?

No. Like Mormons. You'll be my sister wife.

Anything else I can do for you?

I can think of one or two things.

I get off in an hour... You could too.

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