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Previously on Under the Bridge...

Hey, you know what I think we should do?

Why don't we just stay at home and make pancakes?

Wasn't that your thing? Breakfast for dinner?

No, it was dinner for breakfast.

And that was Gabe's thing. It wasn't my thing.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was here. I didn't know if you'd want me to.

What's goin' on here exactly?

I think I saw you at the police station, right?

Yeah.

Becca's writing a book about me. We're gonna go to New York.

The devil is working inside Josephine Bell.

And I waited until she was right by the railing,

and then... pushed her.

Reena's dead. They just found her body.

What time did you get back here that night?

Around 11:45.

What about Josephine?

She got back a little bit after me.

Fuck!

Yo! They found that girl!

What the fuck?

She's dead?

Wh--

Why did that woman come in here, into this house...

and tell us that she was fine?

- That-That she walked away? - Yes, she, uh--

This is a complicated case.

We've been dealing with a lot of misinformation, rumors.

Mr. Virk, I'm sorry to have to ask you this...

but I'll need you to come down to the morgue and identify the body.

- Sir? I-I can't.

I--

We won't be able to proceed unless--

I just can't.

I'll do it.

One that turned out to be true

was the location of the girl's body.

This afternoon, just a short distance from the Craigflower and Admirals,

officers in the helicopter spotted a body in the water.

Dive teams recovered at around 2:30 this afternoon.

Their investigation has lead them to eight minor s

between the ages of 14 and 16

they believe are responsible for her death.

I told everyone to stop, so how the fuck did she end up dead?

Ask Jo.

I didn't kill her.

What?

What are you talkin' about?

You said all that shit at the Gorge.

What shit?

'Kay, I exaggerated a little.

So what?

I didn't think she was actually dead.

Why are you tellin' everybody that you did it?

What the fuck were you gonna do if Reena came walkin' up in this party?

I don't know.

Fucking laugh about it?

Oh, my God.

You know that bitch probably killed herself to make me look bad.

Come on, Jo.

We don't know who we can trust.

So, don't fucking talk to anyone.

For now, we just...

go back out there and... act cool.

Got it?

Let's go.

What's goin' on?

Josephine killed her.

Who told you that?

She did. I just left her at Connor Fields's house.

Yeah, well, she's lying to you.

What are you talking about?

You know Seven Oaks's curfew's midnight now?

- She signed in. There's no way

- she would've made it home in time. - How do you know that?

She has an alibi.

Reena was alive at 11:47. We have it on video.

I just made that drive.

I was goin', like, 150 fucking kilometers an hour,

blowing through reds, I couldn't make it.

There's no way Josephine would've made it back to Seven Oaks in time.

- It's impossible. - What the fuck?

I don't understand why, why she'd lie to me about this.

Oh, what, are you two, like, best friends now?

You know this is an active homicide, right?

Yes, I know. And I'm trying to help you.

Help me do what, exactly? My job?

- You hate cops. Yeah, well,

I like one cop.

Hey, Becca?

I need you to listen to me now, okay?

I don't want your help.

I want you to stay the fuck out of this.

You can't just tell me what to do, Cam.

No, actually I can if you're interfering with my investigation.

You can't if I'm a journalist.

What are you saying to me right now exactly?

- You're here writing a book. - Yeah.

So, why don't you go back to New York to finish it?

Because I can't finish it in New York.

- Why? - Because this is what I'm writing about.

Why are you doing this to me?

You're the one who wanted the fuck outta my fuckin' life.

It was so much more complicated than that and you know that--

Do you realize how insane it is to reinsert yourself like this?

- Reinserting myself?! - Becca! Becca, I'm not,

- I'm not doing this right now, okay? - Why?

Because a girl is dead!

Okay? I just watched them pull her body out of the water!

And you don't think about how that might affect me,

watching a fuckin' kid's body get pulled outta the water?

Why would I fucking think about how this affects you?

Fuck.

Thanks for this. I haven't had anywhere to do laundry in a while.

You know you can always use ours.

Did you really need to do your laundry?

Sorry, you just look so beautiful.

Guess you never need to separate anything, huh?

It's just through here.

This is Suman Virk. She's here to ID the body.

It's Reena.

Would you like to take a moment?

Take all the time you need, but I'm sorry,

please don't touch her.

Yeah, the body is-- It's evidence now.

They just don't want you to contaminate it any further.

- I understand. - Okay.

Hey, last Friday, you were there, right?

You saw that girl getting beaten up?

I-It was only for a minute. We were just hanging out.

And, like, well, all of a sudden, Jo, Kelly, a bunch of girls,

they just jumped her.

And then?

We ran away up the stairs.

Dimitri... stopped to look.

I saw that Reena girl wiping her face.

I...

I think it might've been tears, but it also might've been blood, so.

A-And Warren left with you?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. We all, we all left.

We had no clue what the fight was about.

We didn't even, we didn't even know who Reena was.

Did Warren...

do anything?

So, did you finish writing your book?

It's gonna take a little bit longer than that.

- But you're, like,

still gonna put everything in it that I told you?

Mm, I'm gonna need a way to get, like,

an introduction to Gotti once we get to New York.

I mean, once he finds out what I did to Reena...

I'm gonna be made.

Is that why you told me you killed her?

What do you mean?

I'm-- I mean, you don't have to pretend with me.

It was my idea to kill her.

Okay.

Let's just go to New York, and you can drop me off wherever,

and we don't have to have, like, a relationship--

Jo, I'm not-- Look, I'm--

I know what it feels like to be angry...

and to be hurt and to not know what to do with that.

And I'm here if you wanna talk.

I don't know what you heard...

but Reena's only dead 'cause of me.

Okay, so you must know

who actually killed her.

I'm not a rat.

Look, I don't have to use your name,

but if-if you don't tell me what you know, there's no book.

Okay? I can't, I can't write a book

filled with lies, Jo.

I'll tell you...

if you promise to take me to New York.

I can't do that.

- No, you're the fucking liar!

We have found numerous particles of debris in the hair.

Leaves, twigs, numerous pebbles as well

throughout the nasal passage...

So, clearly, we have discoloration throughout the hand.

Rigor mortis has begun to set in.

There is obvious signs of debris under the nails.

Contusions going through the back of the skull,

throughout the ear lobe.

Her official cause of death is drowning,

but Reena withstood enough injuries from her beating

that she likely would've died from those alone.

- Jeez. - May I?

Yeah.

- Is that a cigarette burn? Consistent with that, yes.

The severity of the attack would have made walking impossible.

She wouldn't have been able to stand.

I mean, these are injuries consistent with car crash victims.

That means she must've sustained the majority of these injuries

after the attack under the bridge.

After she walked away.

Meaning a second assault.

Was there any indication of sexual trauma?

No. No signs.

- Hmm. What?

I'm just thinking it's just odd, ya know,

that the mom comes down here to ID the body.

I mean, what kind of man lets his wife do that?

Do a little digging on the dad.

Yeah. Yeah, I can do that. - Dad, come on.

Well, you said that she called home, right?

So, he goes to pick her up,

they get into it, it escalates.

Things like this, Cam, they're usually done by a family member.

Whoever did this didn't see her as a human being,

much less love her.

They branded her with a bindi. You think Manjit would do that?

I don't know.

Let's find out, okay?

Dad, stop!

Reena, you snuck out again.

Well, I was just at Seven Oaks!

Look, we couldn't find you all night.

Think about how that made us feel.

My friends can stay out all night and no one cares.

But that's not a good thing, Reena.

- At least you have parents who care. - 'Kay, well, what about my privacy?

There should be nothing you should ever have to hide from us.

I don't want everyone looking at me while I'm changing!

You can use the bathroom! - If I can't even have my own room,

then why would I even wanna live here?

I know that my girl is still in there somewhere.

- Reena.

- Uh-- D--

It was so messed up. They literally suck.

I mean, all parents suck.

I kinda wish we could, like...

choose our own, you know?

I mean, who would you pick?

Mm...

Will Smith. He's hot.

Okay, but then he'd be your dad.

- Oh, no, no, no! - Ew! You're so-- You're disgusting.

- I didn't mean it like that. - You're gross.

Well, who would you pick then?

- Huh? - Hm...

ooh, probably Leonardo DiCaprio.

Well, then he'd be your dad too.

Okay, but, wait, what if he adopted me,

- and then we wouldn't be related? - Oh, my God.

Hey, can I try one?

- You wanna try? - Yeah.

Shh. It's good.

Shut up.

Hey, where's Jo?

She's with Kelly.

I'm gonna go meet up with them later.

You wanna come?

- Yeah, but to do what? You'll find out.

Her body was carried to the wharf by the men of the dive unit.

- Fuck. It wasn't carried. What was it?

-"Carefully floated."

That was the, that was the phrase that Roy Bentland chose to use in interviews.

Hey, um, I'm sorry to ask again.

Do you guys have anything left over?

Um, I'm willin' to do dishes or whatever you need.

Yeah, yeah. I-I'll, I'll check. Uh, take a seat.

Thanks, 'ppreciate it.

Hi.

Hey.

Nice to see you again.

- Yeah. Uh, you too. - I'm Rebecca, by the way.

I'm, I'm Warren G.

Like, the rapper?

No, it's just, uh...

it's just what people call me. My last name's Glowatski, so.

Your parents not cook much?

Um...

my dad's, uh, been away for a few months.

He met some lady in Vegas.

Are you living alone?

Um...

yeah, kind of.

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

No, that, that's fine. You don't have to do that.

- Thank you, though. - No, I, I owe you for the beer.

Thanks.

You should get the spaghetti and meatballs.

But it's morning.

Dinner for breakfast. Trust me.

-"Carefully floated."

The gesture, like the phrase, was kind and...

poetic.

Maybe the only kindness and poetry shown to the murdered girl.

At this time, no suspect has been arrested,

and details about Reena's death remain unknown.

I heard she jumped, so.

I heard some girl cheated on her boyfriend,

and the boyfriend's brother got mad.

Now, I spoke to the family earlier today

and I'm told that Reena's parents will not be attending the vigil.

Just for context for people at home, what kinda kid was Reena?

Was she a gang type or...

Officers, any updates to the investigation?

Any persons of interest that you're looking at?

No comment.

Come on. Let's go. There's nothing here.

I'm Rebecca.

Raj.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

My family went through something similar, and you're very brave for being here.

I didn't know what else to do.

- Quite the turnout. - Yeah.

It looks like Reena's dad's not here.

Neither of her parents are.

Can you really blame 'em?

Look who's chatting up the uncle.

It'll just be a minute. - Sure.

Hey, I'll be right back.

- Hi. - Hey.

- Are you gonna ask me to leave?

I mean, you already told me I can't, so.

I just wanted him to know that I know what he's going through.

Yeah... Hey, I never asked you...

- you doin' alright with all this?

Hey, um, maybe we owe each other a talk, yeah?

Yeah.

Wanna get a drink?

Sure.

- Remember Connie's Bar?

Yes. I remember Connie's Bar.

No colorful paper and choirs are gonna bring my niece back,

and you guys are asking the wrong questions!

You're not trying to ask who actually murdered her!

Okay, you're-you're talkin' to these kids like they're innocent!

They are all showing such concern.

These kids don't give a shit about Reena.

They don't give a shit about my family!

- Well, what makes you say that? - Any one of them could be her murderer.

C.M.C. did it, yo!

- So, what's gonna happen anyway?

Hey, guys.

What is that bitch doing?

Think you can handle this, Grubnut?

Jo, you probably gonna have to hold her hand for this one.

Oh, please. I only wish I could help them beat your ass.

- Okay. Yeah, no, I'd love to see you try. - No, you don't, you little shit.

Warren G!

It's time, homie.

Here, come on.

- Come on, hands up!

Woo!

- Yo, is this cool?

- Come on. - Fight back, bruh!

Damn.

- Congrats, bro.

You a Crip now.

- Come on!

You know, it's bullshit that they won't let us join.

- Wait, why won't they let you join? Girls aren't allowed.

You know what? Fuck that.

We can start our own gang!

You know, as cool as the Crips,

but we run our shit tight, like the Mafia.

Fuck yeah!

We're the Crip Mafia.

Nah, and when we kill people,

we'll cut their fuckin' heads off like the Mexican cartels.

- Fuck you, man. Yeah, we're all of 'em.

We're the Crip Mafia... Cartel.

The motherfucking C.M.C.!

- Yeah!

Let's do a loyalty oath. Omerta.

- Omerta? - It's a blood oath.

It means that we're a family.

And you never betray the family.

Kel, gimme your palm.

No, you do it.

No, fuck, Kelly! Shit, that was deep.

- Repeat after me.

- Loyalty is everything. - Loyalty is everything.

Live by the gun. Die by the gun.

Live by the gun. Die by the gun.

- We're C.M.C. now, bitch! Yeah! - Fuck yeah, thug life!

Okay, me next, me next!

Come on.

You can't do it.

You two aren't made yet.

You have to prove yourself first.

Do you guys have any other gins?

We got Seagram's and you're drinking it.

Okay. Well, then I guess I'll have another one of these.

If I drink enough, I won't taste the difference.

Too good for Seagram's now, huh?

I remember when you drank anything anybody abandoned on these tables.

I found this photo in my stuff.

Oh, Gabe.

Yeah, I kinda remember this day.

It's so weird being back here. The whole island feels haunted to me.

I know we haven't had a chance to talk properly,

but I wanted you to know I'm sorry.

Ya know, about leaving suddenly and losing touch.

We didn't lose touch, Rebecca.

You fell off the face of the Earth.

Yeah, well, I was a kid, and I was going through a lot when Gabe died

and you shouldn't have had to take care of me or...

give anything up for me.

I didn't give anything up.

Sorry.

Well, you look cool as a civilian.

Yeah.

Uniform really is off-putting to people, huh?

Such prejudice.

That's why people will tell me things they're not gonna tell you.

Yeah, I noticed.

You and Raj seemed pretty chummy.

Sounds like you're jealous.

What, of your source?

You know, believe it or not, I did have the decency

not to interrogate him at his niece's memorial.

But you got his number.

I did.

Yeah, the guy won't talk to us.

Doesn't trust cops.

Well...

maybe I could be useful to you there.

Oh, I'll keep that in mind.

Is this still the only place people dance around here?

Yep.

Nice.

No.

d I am the passenger d

d And I ride and I ride d

- d I ride through the city's backsides d - No, no, no, no.

d I see the stars come out of the sky d

d Yeah, the bright and hollow sky d

d You know it looks so good tonight d

d I am the passenger d

d I stay under glass d

d I look through my window so bright d

d I see the stars come out tonight d

d I see the bright and hollow sky d

d Over the city's ripped backsides d

d And everything looks good tonight d

Hold on. Hold on.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

It's okay to feel that.

d Uh, she was the one to make it happen when dat bitch went platinum d

d Ain't nothing average about the magic between me and da mike and da actin' d

d When asking a question, who put it to the test, check the record d

d Hit top, hottest rap and R&B single, July 2nd in '94 d

d You flew the funk in d

d The bad seed with mad weed, follow no fuckin' leader d

d Keep ya feet up, Brat 'bout to sweep up d

Does it have to be so loud? Turn it off, please!

Well, maybe if I had a door!

Yeah. I don't know why you would wanna listen to that anyway.

'Kay, well, it's just music. Okay, I like it.

You should care what I like.

Reena,

why are you trying to upset your mom? Huh?

It's those new friends she spent all summer with.

Th-They're nasty girls.

You know, you don't even know them.

I doubt God Jehovah would be okay

with you judging people like that.

Reena, don't, please.

Okay, okay, so we don't know your friends,

but you have been spending quite a lot of time with them, huh?

So, why don't we try to meet them, huh?

- Manjit. Manjit, be serious. I am being serious.

- Invite them over to dinner. No way.

Look, that way they can get to know us,

and we can get to know them, huh?

Okay, fine.

- Good. - But absolutely no JW talk.

Okay, and no Indian food.

I want real soda...

and I want Chapman's cookie dough ice cream.

Mm.

And pizza and fries, yeah?

Yeah.

Yikes. What happened to you?

I drank like you for once.

What's this?

Turns out, Papa Virk's got a record.

What?

Buddy over at View Royal heard about it.

Manjit's file was wiped clean officially

just a week before Reena ended up dead.

What was he charged for?

See for yourself.

And where you goin'?

If they went through the hassle of getting this expunged,

there's no way they're gonna tell you what really happened.

I know. It's not gonna be me who's askin'.

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

We'll see.

So, do you wanna...

get dinner later?

I don't know if I wanna sit through a whole meal with you.

But, um...

eh, if you wanted to come over after.

Deal.

- Hi. Hi.

- Got you a coffee. - That was very nice. Thank you.

Twenty-four hours with my family and I turn into a raging bitch.

I don't know how you're living in their basement.

I'm just savin' up until I get my real estate license,

and then I'm getting the hell off of this island.

Mm. Birthdays and holidays. That's how they're gonna get you.

Oh.

Is that what brings you back to Victoria?

Kind of.

But I'm also writing a book that requires me to be here.

Writing a book? - Mm-hm.

What's it about? - Mm...

I guess the youth in Victoria, or young girls in Victoria.

Hm.

Actually...

a lotta the girls I'm speaking to, um, knew Reena.

Uh-huh.

Okay, so, th-that's what this is.

I-I guess I'm trying to figure out whether or not I should include her.

You know, I thought maybe I could give people

the opportunity to know who she was.

Huh.

And what do you expect me to tell you?

I was hoping you could tell me about this.

And where did you get this?

From a friend.

Mm-hm.

The press are gonna go through everything and they're gonna dig all this up,

and they're gonna paint your family however they want to.

I know because I've been through it.

But if you talk to me, then maybe I can get some truth out there.

First of all...

Manjit had nothin' to do with this.

So tell me who did.

You sleep with dogs, you get fleas.

Go away! Go away!

It's just me.

Ya know, I was just wondering, um,

if you guys maybe wanted to have dinner with my parents.

Are you serious?

I mean.

Why would we wanna have dinner with your parents?

They'll buy us... literally whatever we want.

- What, like steak? - Sushi?

- Caviar? Cristal!

Yeah, sure. Literally anything.

I mean, you could see where I live. It's a big house.

It'll be fun.

You really want us to come, huh?

I mean, why not?

Where are your boots from?

Mm. My uncle gave them to me for my birthday.

They're Steve Madden.

You know, fine.

- Sure.

We'll come meet your stupid parents.

- Free food!

Yeah. It'll be fun.

Yeah.

Great.

Rumors continue to spread

about Reena's death Saturday morning during her memorial

at Colquitz Middle School, where she was involved...

Yeah, I-I know, I know.

Anything you can say to Warren, you can say to me.

I doubt that.

You know, we're done with these. You can take 'em.

I'm on a break. Do it yourself.

What the hell?

- Wait. Samara! Hey, wait! What do you want?

Forget about what Kelly said, alright? She's stupid.

Marissa told me what you did under the bridge.

Um...

I'm sorry. - Why would you kick a girl?

Okay, you didn't even know her.

I-It was just once, I swear.

I regretted it right away. Then I got outta there.

It's really messed up that you would do something like that.

- Please. Okay, I... I know I'm an idiot.

Things are really hard right now.

My dad's trailer's locked up.

I got nowhere to go.

- Let me see that jacket. Ay! Oh! So aggressive!

Kelly! Dinner in 10! Yeah!

- I'd look fucking hot in this. - You know what? Go try it on.

Or maybe you should wear it in front of Warren, Kels.

- I saw you guys flirting. - Ooh.

- Stop it!

So, you, you really like him then?

Yeah. So?

Well, you know...

what about Samara?

I don't think that they're gonna be together for much longer.

- Hey. - Warren, please stop.

What's wrong?

I feel like you haven't been honest with me.

I should totally wear this to the winter formal.

Yeah!

I'm gonna get some heels. - Okay.

I love you...

and I want you to know that I trust you.

That night...

I went back...

after Marissa and Dimitri left.

And I saw something.

What did you see?

- Kelly? - Yeah?

What?

Just listen to this.

d One eight d

d One eight and seven d

d One eight and seven, the murder he wrote d

d One eight, one eight and seven d

- That's it. - d One eight and seven d

- Exactly that. - d Keep my aces and my deuces d

- That's what happened. - d I'm thinkin' of self-murder d

187. - d I know I won't live forever d

Are those Reena's?

d As I break out in a cold sweat d

d I'm havin' dreams of a whole family put to rest d

But...

why did you...

d 'Cause if they want it, they'll take it and kill for it d

I did it for you.

d My mother thinks I'm goin' crazy d

d One eight, one eight and seven d

d One eight and seven, the murder he wrote d

d One eight, one eight and seven d

d One eight and seven, the murder he wrote d

d One eight, one eight and seven d

d One eight and seven, the murder he wrote d

d One eight, one eight and seven d

d One eight and seven, the murder he wrote, blow! d

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