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Previously on Under the Bridge...

You and Raj seemed pretty chummy.

The guy won't talk to us. Doesn't trust cops.

Maybe I could be useful to you.

Who's Gabe?

He was my brother. He died when we were kids.

If I do this, you know you owe me something for my book.

- Are you living alone? - Yeah, kind of.

Hey, why don't you just order whatever you want, and I'll get it?

Okay, so you must know who actually killed her.

I'll tell you

if you promise to take me to New York.

I can't do that.

How do you even live in that house?

It's practically a concentration camp.

You don't know what you're talking about! Shut up!

You know, if you're really that miserable,

I do know a way you can get out of there.

- Step outside. You're under arrest. - What?

He's been accused of abusing your daughter, Reena Virk.

Why did you--

I did it for you.

- And you just, like, left her there?

Yep.

And walked home.

Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God.

Hey!

You're lucky I did it. It was a favor for all of us.

What the fuck are you talking about?

She would've called the cops.

And this is what you wanted, right?

This. This whole thing. This was the plan.

- Yeah. - Jo.

- No, I'm out. - Hey. Mm-mm.

We can't lose it. Keep your shit together.

How the fuck are we supposed to be around this bitch?

Omerta.

Remember?

We're family.

And family looks after their own, right?

Jo,

I know you wanted these.

You think all this shit will come off?

They're not my size.

The dead have no soul.

They have no spirit.

But that does not mean that this is Reena's end.

When Jehovah restores the world to its original, perfect state,

all of God's children will be resurrected

and will know eternal life.

It can seem so unfair that death should have the power

to take away someone you love,

especially when you are suffering the loss of a child.

But if they are truly a child of God,

you may take comfort in knowing

you will be reunited soon on paradise earth.

Now, how can we tell God's children from the Devil's?

Proverbs 4:14 tells us if you were born from God,

you do not carry sin.

Whereas sin is so deep within the Devil's children,

they are robbed of sleep

until they cause someone's downfall.

I thought you'd be up.

- First nights always suck.

Want some? It helps.

- It's iced tea and Smirnoff.

Come on. Let's get fucked up.

I can't hear another person tell me

that was a beautiful service.

Yeah, I'm sure Reena would've wanted something a little different.

A different soundtrack for sure.

What would she have played?

Probably, uh,

I'll Be Missing You.

But the Puff Daddy version.

I told her I thought Sting sang it better.

What did she say?

-"Who's Sting?"

This is Rebecca, the writer I was telling you about.

She's working on the project about Reena.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

What are you writing about Reena?

I'm-I'm still trying to find my way in,

but I think it's important that people

are remembered for who they were and not what happened to them.

And I would love to try and understand her the way you did.

I didn't understand Reena.

Sorry.

Sorry.

- You okay?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

What's wrong?

I looked into what Raj told you.

It's all true.

View Royal PD arrested Manjit, put Reena into foster care.

Did they have proof that he did it?

That's fucking insane.

Yeah, well, police are required to take abuse claims seriously.

It sounds like Reena's friends put her up to it in the first place.

- Blame them. Yeah.

Always seems to come back to those girls.

Jo is not thrilled with me at the moment, so I don't know how much digging I can do.

I mean, I can try.

I need to get her to trust me again.

Yeah, well, good luck.

Hey, Perry Smith told Capote things

he never told anyone else.

So, you think you're writin' In Cold Blood, eh?

Yeah, well, Jo's not Perry Smith.

We know she didn't do it.

And I'm so sick of this telephone game with these kids.

Need somethin' real from them, ya know?

Use the press.

Scare 'em.

Eh, Dad wants us to put up a united front.

Think that'd be easy.

I mean, you don't have to do anything psycho.

Just spook 'em a little bit, ya know? They'll start messing up.

You keep talking to 'em?

See what you can kick up?

You look pretty today.

[sighs] Shit.

- Press. Chief! Chief, over here!

Chief, is it true this was a gang-related incident?

I can assure you we do not have gang presence in Victoria,

especially not in a town like Saanich. I grew up here,

raised my kids here, I've been chief for nearly 15 years.

This was an isolated incident.

Reena Virk is a young girl that should not have died.

It's been two weeks since Reena's murder

and no arrests have been made. Are there any leads?

Could race have been a motive for her attack?

Race?

Reena was a young girl like any other.

As you can see, this is a multi-ethnic community.

Uh, an accepting one.

Everyone's welcome here. Thank you.

That said, we haven't ruled it out.

There's evidence that suggests race may have been a factor.

But we're not talking about evidence right now.

The assailants were a mixed-race group--

So, you do have suspects? - That's not what I said.

I said the assailants were a mixed-race group. What we know--

Look, what we know--

We know that a group of Reena's peers,

including a group of girls she considered to be her friends, were involved.

Reena Virk was attacked at a Shoreline school event

earlier in the evening before she was murdered.

At this moment, we consider anyone,

anyone who participated in the first assault an accessory,

and we will be bringing forward criminal charges.

Thank you. Thank you.

- No. Thank you.

You wanna tell me what that was about, Cam?

Scarin' 'em. Need the kids to talk to us, right?

You know what I'm talking about. The motive thing.

The cigarette burn...

on Reena's forehead. We all saw it.

We don't know that that meant anything.

- What? Come on.

You know, I called one of the officers

who handled Manjit Virk's accusations over the weekend.

Did you know that Reena refused to let police examine her?

What do you mean?

After she told the house manager at Seven Oaks

that her dad tied her to a chair and beat her with a hammer,

she refused to let officers look at her.

She had no proof of bruises or injuries because she didn't have any.

- Not a single officer raised any... - That's why his record was expunged, Cam!

...questions, Dad. They didn't even-- They didn't even think twice about it.

They just arrested him and booked him.

It was like someone made up their mind. They looked at him and they said,

"Oh, yeah, okay, that makes sense.

- This guy would do that." - Okay, where are ya goin' here, Cam?

Those officers have seen a lotta shit, sweetheart.

You.

When they found you, you were covered in bruises.

Should've seen your file.

Those pictures, they...

they broke my heart.

We're the good guys, sweetheart. Don't make this something it's not.

What the fuck? Okay, so,

- like this? Like that?

- No! That's a fucking W! - What?

Okay, so, like that?

- No! - What?

You gotta put the left hand over the right one,

- and then, like...

C... M... C.

C.M.C.

C.M.C.! - Ah! Yeah!

Martha.

- Don't call the police.

What did your dad's face look like...

when they cuffed him?

Um, I don't know. I... I didn't see.

You feel bad.

I don't know.

Didn't you feel bad?

When you made up all that stuff about that guy your mom knew,

and all that stuff he did to you?

I didn't make it up.

He always made fun of me...

for watching, like, Scarface and Goodfellas and shit.

But he doesn't even know that one day...

that's gonna be me.

And I'm gonna come for him.

Hi, uh, I'm-I'm with the CBC.

I was hopin' we could chat about Reena Virk.

I-It could be anonymous! You can pick your name yourself.

- Be Madonna or, uh, Posh Sp-- - How 'bout suck my fat dick, bitch?

- What the fuck is goin' on? I don't know.

Oh, my God. They're asking everyone who was at the party that night.

- You think I should talk to the cops? - What? No.

Warren, I don't think that you should even be here right now.

I mean, they said anyone who was in the fight will get arrested,

and if you talk... what if she finds out?

She scares me.

Sorry, I didn't even think it was that big of a deal.

Kids linin' up to talk about the first fight.

Nobody knows anything about the second assault.

- What's this? - Locker 120, Kelly Ellard.

Oink, oink.

What the fuck was in your locker, Kelly?

Don't worry about it, Jo. God, that fucking pig!

- She went through my shit! - What does she want?

I need to talk to you guys.

It's serious. I need you to get in the car.

We're not going anywhere with you until you say why.

The cop who's all over the news,

she's an old friend of mine.

And she told me that the police

- are circling all three of you.

If you want any chance at getting away from this,

you need to get in the car now.

So, here's the deal.

The cops wanna arrest as many of you as they can,

and they can place you all under the bridge.

How do we know that you weren't the one that ratted about that?

Wait, why would I go outta my way to come here and help you if I ratted on you?

Everybody knows you started the fight.

And they're gonna say that the injuries she sustained contributed to her death,

and they're gonna try and pin everything on you.

So, why do you give a shit?

Isn't it good for your book if we all go to jail?

I don't think putting a bunch of teenagers in jail is good for anything.

I know you're still mad about New York,

but I figure I owe you a heads up.

So, what exactly should we do?

Look, if the heat comes down, we'll go to Mexico.

- What? - That's what gangsters do.

Yeah.

We gotta get outta here.

There's a ferry tomorrow morning.

I have to go to my dad's birthday. I can drive you guys.

Do you have anything like evidence, anything with...

DNA on it?

Clothes you wore, anything that Reena could've touched?

You can't get caught with something like that.

I'll get rid of it for you.

If we're gonna run, we'll need cash.

Hm. Gimme!

That's all I have.

Sixty bucks?

Yeah, it's not enough.

You know, I know a place where we can get some more.

Rebecca, you can drive us, yeah?

Nobody answer that!

- Manjit.

...that the police suspect involved youths

from View Royal and nearby surrounding areas.

It is believed that Reena's relationship with her parents

had grown distant months before the incident.

A source at Colquitz Middle School told us

Reena had recently accused her father of sexual abuse.

While these allegations have not yet been verified...

It's time for your bail hearing.

What is it with you Indians?

Always hittin' your kids.

Manjit Virk is charged with the following:

child endangerment, battery against a child,

sexually touching a child,

and counseling a child to touch him for sexual purposes.

You have declined to have a lawyer present.

- How do you plead? - Not guilty.

I am releasing the accused on bail.

The accused's spouse, Mrs. Suman Virk,

has agreed to act as surety.

Mrs. Virk, please stand.

Mrs. Virk, as surety,

it is your responsibility

that the accused follow all conditions of bail.

He is to have no contact with the victim, his daughter.

Do you accept these responsibilities?

Yes, Your Honor.

Where will your husband be staying during his bail?

With me at our home, Your Honor.

Do you understand that means your daughter,

Reena Virk, will remain in foster care?

You have to choose your daughter.

I understand, Your Honor.

- I believe my husband.

Come on.

Now, Bobby, you've gotta take it slow and--

- Oh, my God! Yo, Jo!

I think I'm hungover.

Hell yeah! He's my boy!

What you've done here is very good.

What the fuck was that? It's the C.M.C. sign.

Me and Jo came up with it.

You're not C.M.C.

- Only we are.

Save your money, mister. We're in.

Look, you might live here now,

but I'm Jo's best friend.

Hey, Bobby. Go inside and get a couple of--

C.M.C. only.

- Come on, Dusty.

...Texan in the White House,

and I ain't talkin' about Herbert Walker Bush either...

Up here?

Yeah. It's where the Crips hang.

I didn't know they had Crips in Canada.

So, are they, like, part of the C.M.C. or--

No. And don't laugh. They'll fuck you up.

d Makin' money, havin' fun, I was young d

d Scared money don't make money d

d I remembered everything I had, which was little d

d Tryna cop a deal to keep it real d

- Heyo, what's good?

Who's this?

I'm Rebecca.

Hi, Warren.

- You know this lady? - Yeah, she's alright.

Funny.

'Cause she smells like bacon to me.

Fuck you saying, Ellard?

Just saying she hangs out with cops.

Ooh.

She for real?

- Kels, what are you doing? - Shh.

You a pig?

No.

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

- You p-- H-H-How you gon' do that?

- I'll smoke weed. - Smoke weed?

Bitch, that's the most cop shit you could've said.

- Hey! Hey. - She gonna smoke weed.

Lemme, um, lemme drop with her.

Cop wouldn't go that far, right?

Trust me.

d Niggas over here gettin' paid though d

d Shot shot, get the vodka and the rock d

d Get down, represent, don't stop d

Come on, girl.

d Make one false move, gonna snap your neck d

Oh!

Damn, girl.

Jo!

Where are you going?

What the fuck is wrong with you, Kelly? She was gonna help us!

Are you fucking dumb?

What the fuck did you say?

"We can't trust anyone except each other."

And fuck that bitch! She'd probably take those boots straight to the cops.

She's not gonna help us get to Mexico.

You guys ain't serious about that, right?

What about our families?

What family, Dusty? We're the only fuckin' family you got.

Look, we won't have to go to Mexico

if we get the cops on someone else they knew was there that night.

No one can rat on us if we rat first.

Saanich Police Department.

I was at that Shoreline party.

- I saw Reena walk across the bridge,

and I saw someone follow her.

It was Warren Glowatski.

Hey, this is Cam Bentland.

- Leave a message.

It's me. Uh...

the girls ditched me.

Uh--

I'm not, I'm not gonna make it to dinner.

I was, I was just trying to get them to trust me,

and I th-- I think I took it a little too far.

d The blind man kissing my hands d

d The sun is humming, my head turns to dust d

Hey, Becca.

It's really kickin' in, huh?

Yeah. Me too.

Hey.

I think you should wait a little 'til you come down a bit, okay?

Probably shouldn't drive.

Come on.

It's warmer inside.

No, I just need a minute, Gabe.

I saw you, Dad. I know you're home.

I can't have contact with you.

I just want some clothes.

Okay? It's cold. I need a warmer jacket.

Okay? I'm freezing. Let me come in.

If I let you in,

- I don't know what you might say to them. I'm not gonna say anything.

- Dad, please. I, I promise.

I just don't trust you anymore, Reena.

Now, go. Please.

Hey.

Look, I'm sorry we ditched you. It wasn't fair.

I guess you're C.M.C. now, huh?

Uh...

actually, they, they didn't let me go to the party.

They just made me stand outside.

Said they needed a bouncer.

But Maya and Laila got to join C.M.C., so--

- Who? Exactly.

These fuckin' bitches from Shoreline we barely even know.

And Kelly put Warren on the list, too,

just 'cause she got a crush on him.

I thought the whole point was no boys.

Yeah. They just do whatever they want.

Found these in Jo's bag.

Yo, D.

Yeah?

Who said this crew had to be run by scrawny bitches?

Not us.

So, are you drunk or high?

I'm not messin' with that stuff anymore.

So, what is it? Do you, do you need money?

I don't wanna live at Seven Oaks anymore.

I wanna live here with you.

- No. Listen, I c-- I can

pay my own way. I'll-I'll cook. I'll clean.

I'll help with the kids, whatever you need. I--

Mommy. Please, no.

Baby, go-go play with your toys.

Listen, I-I'm-I'm really, really sorry, okay?

- Hey, you're sorry? I-I know I fucked up,

and I, I miss you. I miss havin' a family.

Dusty, you put a knife to my daughter's throat.

- You could've hurt her. - It wasn't like that.

Just a second.

What are you doin' here?

There's a protection order in place.

You called the cops on me?

I'm sorry. I love you, but I,

I have to keep my kids safe.

You know I wasn't supposed to be born?

Yeah?

My mom had her tubes tied.

Samara's mom used to tell me

maybe God had a purpose for me.

But I, I-I think I was just a mistake.

I think...

the world...

would be better if I was never around.

I feel that way sometimes.

Why?

Because when I was 13...

my brother drowned in the ocean.

And I always felt like it was my fault...

or like I could've done something to s--

to stop it.

And I get a feeling like I wanna...

stop breathing...

so I can feel...

the way he felt.

Sometimes, I wanna drown too.

I saw what happened to Reena.

I watched her die.

Lunchtime.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Bon app�tit.

Have some fries.

They're fresh.

I know the shit Seven Oaks gives ya.

I already ate.

Your white lady author friend bought me lunch.

I know she's playing us.

She's a narc.

Don't know anything about that, Dusty.

But I do know...

you and your friends called us today.

I saw Reena walk across the bridge,

and I saw someone follow her.

It was Warren Glowatski.

[on tape] I know you need people to come forward, so...

it was Warren G.

Yeah, uh...

I just...

I wanted to say that

Warren Glowatski told me he's the one

- who killed Reena Virk.

I wasn't lyin'.

Okay.

How did Warren do it?

I don't know. He didn't tell me.

How did he know Reena?

Did he know Reena?

That's Josephine

and Kelly Ellard with you, right?

That look familiar?

Turns out Kelly's got quite a history of violence.

Has a habit of punching people, set a girl's hair on fire.

That.

But she's never been expelled.

You've been expelled three times, though.

Isn't that how you ended up at Shoreline?

Yeah, girls like us don't get to be angry, do we, Dusty?

Don't act like ya anything like me.

Did Kelly ask you to make this call, Dusty?

Are you afraid of her? Are you just tryna protect Josephine?

I already told you who did it.

I'm gonna have you fill out a witness statement then.

- Whatever name you put on here...

we're going to arrest them,

we're going to charge them, and they're going to go to jail.

This is gonna ruin their life.

And if you lie, Dusty...

this could ruin your life.

Do you understand that?

You might think these girls are all you have,

but you can fix things with your sister.

Don't fuck up your life for this.

Okay.

Dusty.

Drop me off a block from Seven Oaks.

Fuck.

After the fight at Shoreline,

we went over the bridge to catch up with her.

It was me and, [sniffles] and Kelly.

Kelly wanted to see if Reena was sorry.

So, s-she told her to take off her shoes,

and then she started kicking her

in the head and in the ribs.

I--

I wish I could go back.

I told her, "Let's go," but she wouldn't listen to me.

She wouldn't stop.

And then, Kelly grabbed her by the shirt,

and she was almost unconscious, and...

she...

What?

Ya know,

I put my foot on Reena's neck

after I put her in the water and just, like...

held her under.

Ya know?

And I smoked a whole cigarette while doin' it.

Are you serious?

Yeah 'cause I knew by the time I'd finished it,

she'd be dead.

- What the fuck is wrong with you?!

What the fuck? Fucking bitch!

Ladies, what is the--

Okay, Dusty. Come on, let's go.

Fuckin' bitch! She could've broken my nose!

- Ow! Kel, we can't trust her.

- No shit, Josephine! No.

I mean, like she might crack.

And tell the cops.

Maybe she already did.

We have to do something about her.

Come on. You gotta get packed.

What's goin' on?

We're goin' to Mexico after all.

d Ooh d

d Can't anybody see d

d We've got a war to fight d

d Never found our way d

d Regardless d

d Of what they say d

d How can it feel d

d This wrong? d

d From this moment d

d How can it feel d

d This wrong? d

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