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♪♪♪♪ [ominous music]
Shelley: Billy.
Billy: Hmm?
Shut up!
[loud thumping]
Shelley: Billy!
[Billy yelling]
[loud thumping]
Shelley: Billy!
Stop!
[Billy yelling]
Billy: You like me when I buy you stuff though, don't you?
Shelley: Get out!
Billy: Bitch!
Shelley: Get out of here!
Fuck!
[door slams]
Radio host: And welcome back to the program.
Thanks very much for joining us-
here on this Friday edition of Open Line.
As advertised, joining us live in the studio now-
is the premier-in-waiting, Mr. Frank Coleman.
Mr. Coleman, thanks for joining us this morning.
Nice to see you.
Coleman: Great to see you, Paddy.
Host: Of course there's a lot of issues-
that people will want to address-
through phone calls, emails and tweets today.
[dog barking]
What we're going to do is open it up to the callers.
[dog barking]
[watch strap rattling]
[rings clinking]
[car door indicator beeping]
[indistinct chatter]
[men yelling indistinctly]
[hitting and yelling]
Man: Oh my God, man!
Dude, stop man!
♪♪♪♪ [soft acoustic guitar]
Leo: Everybody's go a hometown.
Some leave.
Some stay.
Some do both.
[distant seagulls crying]
[keys rattling]
[door unlocking]
A hundred kids
all willing to fight for their little bit of turf.
Single mothers and extended families-
share views on a world that has all but forgotten them.
[prison guard yells]
[door buzzer sounds]
Tears of joy and sadness.
The nectar they drink.
My father would say-
from his barstool-
that hope was a dance we could never learn.
[buzzer sounds]
Most of us try to forget
the beautiful demolition of our dreams-
and believe again-
in hope.
♪♪♪♪ [soft acoustic guitar continues]
Man: Hey old Skinner, man!
What are ya at, my son?
Good to see you, buddy.
You're looking good!
You're out though, are ya?
Good to see you b'y.
Bus recording: Next stop-
The Courts.
Frank: Good to have you back, I says.
Yes, sir.
Hey.
Proper cause for a celebration, mate!
-No, man.
I'm good.
-I never asked you if you were good.
I asked you if you wanted a beer b'y.
[beer can opening]
t warm.
[Frank slurping]
Ahhhh.
Hey, Frankie.
Where is everybody?
Inside on their screens.
Twitting or twatting or whatever it is they does.
The courts are not the same since you been gone, Billy.
Even got that immigrant crowd living here now.
Mohammed: [Arabic]
Frank: Ahhhh.
They're good people, though.
They kind of reminds me of the way-
you and your brother used to be.
Helping each other out, you know?
Billy Skinner!
Fish out of water in his own home!
[Arabic]
[indistinct TV show voices]
Bologna sandwiches in the fridge.
-Just had three years' worth.
I'm all set.
Smoke?
[beer pouring]
How you been?
[Mae scoffs]
Just great.
Just fucking great.
I tried calling you the last little while.
-I was busy.
Renovating.
[beer pouring]
[bottle clinking]
Billy: Heyyyy!
[Billy clapping]
How's my buddy?
♪♪♪♪ [soft TV music]
Narrator: The puffins have gone.
And the parents' job is done for another year.
Billy: I'm sorry I left ya, man.
Narrator: Each one, taking its solitary route-
out onto the ocean, where it will remain-
for eight wintery months.
[Billy sighs]
Their return-
will signal the arrival of spring.
Billy: What are you watching?
Nature shows.
What - something wrong with porn?
[Bobby chuckles]
[shower running]
♪♪♪♪ [ominous music]
[Billy breathing deeply]
[men yelling indistinctly]
Man: Fuck!
[Billy breathing deeply]
[Billy panting]
[fists punching]
Man: The bag!
[siren wailing]
Billy: Bobby!
[Billy panting]
Bobby!
Mohammed: [Arabic]
Fatima: [Arabic]
[Billy exhaling forcefully]
Mohammed: [Arabic]
Taxi?
Okay.
Next time.
Yeah.
[Arabic]
Receptionist: Welcome to the Noble Clinic, Mr. Skinner.
We offer assistance-
on addiction, housing, corrections-
and job placement.
You were just released, correct?
Yeah, those papers told me to come here first.
-That's correct.
Okay.
There you go.
What's this?
-Job placement.
Starts this week.
At the chicken plant?
-Oh uh-
Are you okay with that, Mr. Skinner?
Because we also have-
a roofing job.
No, that's fine.
Okay, good.
Now-
Let me see if I can get Dr. Rossiter over here.
Jim?
Billy: Hey.
Yeah, Jim Rossiter.
How are you?
Okay.
Um, can I- ?
Linda, can I have one of those, uh- ?
Linda: Yeah.
Thank you.
So, Skinner.
That's, uh-
You want anything to Bob Skinner?
From the courts?
Yeah, he's my uh-
He's my older brother.
Oh!
He's a good guy, man.
Yeah, he's all right.
-Uh-
Looks like you're going to be joining us for group-
at the bingo hall.
Uhhh-
Doc, I thought this was a PO check-in.
Not some, uh-
No offence, not some therapy bullshit.
-It's not.
It is most definitely not therapy shit, okay?
We just-
We talk and we listen.
And if you show up and have a pulse-
I will be more than happy-
to sign your papers.
You'll never have to see my face again.
Sound good?
Bus recording: Next stop, Littledale.
Billy: Yeah, it's nice to see you too, Shell.
Shelley: Don't start with me, Billy.
-I didn't come here to bother you.
I just came over to see the boy.
-Billy, I haven't seen a dime-
in fucking months.
What about the envelopes?
Envelopes?
Why don't you ask your pill-head mother about the envelopes?
She was renovating.
Yeah, that sounds just like Mae.
[Billy sighs]
I'll get you the money.
Can I please see the boy?
All right.
Just be nice.
He's having issues lately.
Brandon?
Brandon: What?
Shelley: Your father's here to see ya.
Billy: Dude!
Look at ya!
Holy shit!
Can I borrow your hair or what?
So you, uh-
Video games.
That's your thing.
Hey, Brando.
How about this weekend I come pick you up, and uh-
we'll go play some arcade games?
Shoot over to the jewelry store after-
and I'll grab you something.
Something like that?
Yeah.
-And I might need to borrow some of this.
And listen.
Let me walk you home from school tomorrow.
Shelley: All right.
That's enough with the promises-
Mr. Sun, Moon, and Stars.
Hey Brando, I'll see you later, buddy!
Billy?
Don't forget the envelopes.
-How about a date?
-Yeah.
You are fucking nuts.
Radio host: We're going to say good morning-
-to the director of the St. John's-based-
Refugee and Immigration Advisory Council.
Good morning to Jose Rivera.
Good morning, Mr. Rivera.
You're on the air.
Jose: Good morning.
How are you doing?
Host: We're doing very well, sir.
Mae: What are you in a rush for?
I'm late for work.
-You?
A job?
[Billy coughs]
Not if I'm not there in the next 20 minutes.
Oh!
Hey!
Mohammed: Go ahead.
You can smoke.
Thanks.
It's Billy.
Mohammed.
So where you from, Mohammed?
Mount Pearl?
-Pouch Cove!
[Billy chuckles]
No, seriously.
Damascus, Syria.
Well, your English is pretty damn good.
-Thank you, Billy.
And please-
Call me Mo!
Okay, Mo.
- Here you go.
- Listen, I appreciate the lift and the cigarette.
You're welcome.
[door opens and closes]
First ride is free for neighbours.
Oh, come on, man.
Don't worry about it.
-Seriously, you're good.
-All right!
Well, it was nice to meet you, Mo.
-It's a pleasure meeting you, Billy.
You take care, buddy.
All right, we'll see you around.
Now the birds come in through here, through the abattoir-
then boom.
Sayonara.
They're shit, showered, shaved.
Then down this conveyor belt where they're processed
and magically turned into chicken fingers.
Got any questions?
Do I got to cut them up?
-No!
These will be your weapons.
Now, having said that-
you do a good job-
I'll make sure that you're bumped up-
to a meat trimmer.
It's good for a few bucks an hour extra.
Sound good?
-Yeah, good.
All right, you get to work.
And I'll check back on you before the end of the day.
And not too much soap!
Rob: [whispering]
♪♪♪♪ [soft piano]
Radio host: The issue is the wage subsidy-
that got someone pushed out-
not the fact that they're an immigrant.
Woman caller: Look, I'm not a racist.
But what we see-
is the immigrant population is coming in-
and taking over our jobs.
And that's what's fuelling the fire, if you ask me.
You understand what I'm saying?
Host: I do understand what you're saying.
And I just will stand by what I say.
It could be anybody, any religion or colour.
The issue that could cost your brother a job-
was the wage subsidy afforded to this person-
regardless of where they're from.
That's the problem.
And that's what the Temporary Foreign Worker Program-
Dispatch: RBC on Freshwater.
Bar None to Mt. Pleasant Manor.
Mt. Pleasant Manor, Building.
Jiffy Cabs.
[tapping on window]
Thank you.
Here you go, Mo.
Thank you.
-You're welcome.
Have a good day.
Man: What's he like, anyway?
Man2: I don't know, I haven't talked to him.
You? -Yeah.
I hardly ever talks to that crowd.
You know?
Sees them all around these days.
They're everywhere.
-It's town, man.
Now, what about the other fellow you're talking about?
-Apparently, a couple of skeets came-
and took all the cash-
[kids playing]
Billy: So how was school?
Brandon: Fine.
-Did you learn anything?
-Nope.
-You're a miracle!
You were in six hours and you didn't learn anything!
Kids just don't talk about their days at school, okay?
Okay.
Well, uh-
Aren't you going to ask me about my day?
Do I have a choice?
No.
I got a job.
You got a job?
-Yeah, I'm not really sure why everybody's so blown away-
that I tell them I got a job.
So how is it?
Uh, that's the thing, man.
Uh-
Old people don't like to talk about their jobs.
[Brandon scoffs]
Greg Malone: And now the continuing story-
of Best of our Lies.
[Billy sighs]
Tommy Sexton: I love those kids more now than I ever did!
You made me realize that!
Greg: Annika.
And I'm not Annika!
I'm Louise now.
Greg: I knew you'd changed your feelings for me.
But your name?
Anni-
Louise, I love you.
Tommy: Lies!
All lies!
never stop, do you?
You're a murderer!
You killed John, Jake!
And lied to me to me about Joe!
Greg: Uh-
Tommy: Did you ever have an honest moment with me?
Or was that the biggest lie of all!
Greg: You've got to believe me!
[car stalling]
Billy: It's the battery.
Leah: No, it's the starter.
-Yeah, sure it is.
[Leah laughs]
You got a light?
I'm Billy.
I knows who you are.
Old school.
Old school?
What are you, new school?
[Leah laughs]
Leah.
Leah, you got a last name?
Locke.
Oh shit, you're Jimmy Locke's-
Jimmy Locke's sister.
Yeah, I know.
Jimmy Locke.
Now there's a name.
What is he at now?
Dead.
OD'd almost two years ago, right over there.
Sorry for your loss.
Just one of those things.
Gus: Leah!
You know?
Shit, I gotta bounce.
Um-
I works up to Coleman's.
Drop by sometime.
Maybe I'll hook you up.
-Maybe I will.
You got a number or anything, Billy?
Billy: No, I don't do phones.
[Leah laughs]
Jesus, you are old school.
Gus: Leah!
Leah: I'm coming!
Gus: I'll fix it in the morning!
Leah: Go in the house!
Radio host: The process for individuals-
individual citizens to be sponsors of a- you know-
a Syrian or a Syrian family-
A lot of people are confused with how that can actually work.
And of course we've heard numbers like $27,000 to $30,000-
for the first year that you'd be responsible for-
if and when you became a sponsor.
Is it a complicated process?
I know it is on the other end.
How complicated would it be for a family to do it here?
Man: Eighty percent of newcomers-
refugees in particular-
are out working-
ready, before a year.
♪♪♪♪ [violin playing]
Mohammed: Grew up around here-
Mr. Billy?
Billy: Yeah, I grew up in the courts back there.
I think I saw your son.
Was he the guy-
playing soccer?
-Ah, Hamza.
Yeah, Hamza.
He's a, uh-
He's really something.
Did you teach him how to do that, or-?
-I teach him discipline.
Anyone can be good.
But not everyone has discipline.
Is that Quidi Vidi?
-That's Quidi Vidi.
-I like it.
It's peaceful.
-Yeah, well, the prison that's bordering on it ain't so much.
[Mohammed laughs]
-Something I want to ask you.
What is skeet about?
I don't know.
I guess a skeet is like a-
it's like a tough guy.
-Yeah?
Newfie tough guy.
They talk like this.
B'y, whattaya at?
What the fuck ye at?
[Mohammed laughs]
-They just act tough.
Skeets aren't that tough.
I've been called a skeet.
-You're a tough guy?
No.
Maybe I used to be.
Jim: So thanks everybody-
for coming out.
For those of you here for the first time-
just a-
like a couple of quick things off the top.
One, you are under zero obligation-
to say anything at all.
Like, we could all sit around here in this little circle-
like a bunch of Buddhist monks in total silence.
And that would be fine.
All right?
So, that's okay.
And two.
anyone have anything they want to say?
Like, anything?
Anybody?
Yeah, Lenny.
I got laid last night.
[all chuckle]
Jim: All right!
So Lenny got laid last night-
which is great.
How was that for you?
It was friggin' deadly b'y.
[all laugh]
See?
Deadly.
Consensual, obviously.
Of course.
And deadly.
Lenny has broken the ice.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
All right, uhhh-
Anybody else?
Anyone?
Like, say anything.
Like, anything at all.
Anybody?
Yeah.
Yeah, Gerard.
Gerard: Um- I'm Gerard.
About 16 years ago, I was working on a job site, you know?
Well, one day I had a bad spill-
which led to me dropping three stories-
flat onto my back.
Messed up the C6, C7.
Even had several surgeries.
Couldn't shake the pain, though.
Family doc said there was these new meds on the go.
And I figured-
whatever it took to take the pain away, right?
Huh.
Still remember the first one.
Down the hatch she went.
And b'y, it took the pain away, all right.
It took everything away.
Lenny: My name is Lenny.
Um-
I'm from here in town.
And-
those drugs-
that's something that grabs ahold of you for life, guys.
It doesn't let go, even to this day.
I fight it every day.
I'm sorry.
[clears throat]
[Lenny sniffs]
It's a good thing that I have a family like I do.
Or I wouldn' here with you guys today.
And that's the truth.
I OD'd in my brother's house-
while they were all downstairs.
And I was gone too long.
And my brother came up and kicked in the door-
and then found me on the toilet-
and did the CPR thing, and-
the ambulance came, and-
I was dead.
And they Narcan'd me and woke me up.
And I remember when I woke up-
I thought I was deaf because I had puked all over my face-
and puke was in my ears.
And I couldn't hear anything.
And everybody was talking and screaming.
And I was saying, I'm deaf!
I can't hear you!
And you'd think that would be the time
that I quit doing drugs.
Wouldn't you?
But it wasn't.
It's been another couple of years of in and out of jail-
MC: The man himself-
Leo!
[applause]
Man: How's she going?
Leo: Cut the cake, cut a pie.
Beautiful suit.
Good cut.
Half cut.
Hair cut.
Clear cut.
Paper cut.
Cut the motor.
Cut the grass.
Cut to the chase.
Cut the crap.
How was the joint?
Nobody mess with you?
Billy: Nah man, I held my own.
[Leo chuckles]
[keys rattling]
-How's your brother?
-Ah, he's alive.
-Oh, don't go there, Billy.
What's done is done.
Whiskey?
-No.
I'm allergic, man.
Every time I drink it, I break out in-
I break out in fucking jail.
[they laugh]
Off the sauce?
I like it, I like it.
[whisky pouring]
More for me.
Have a seat!
[lighter flicking]
The town has changed, Billy boy.
Oxys.
Dilaudids.
Percs.
And of course, the guest of honour, Dr. Fentanyl.
[Leo chuckles]
Kids are dropping like flies.
But hey.
We're the bad guys, right?
And who benefits?
Government?
Big pharma?
I bet they got you up the hill in one of those medical, mental-
-Yeah, it's a medical clinic.
-Mental health.
[Leo laughs]
Mental fucking health.
Get a fucking dog.
[Billy laughs]
You're still ranting and roaring!
-Yeah, yeah.
[Leo taps fingers]
But I bet you didn't come here
to listen to me rant about mental health.
Whatcha thinking?
It's just about the payments, Leo.
Payments?
I put an envelope in Mae's hand every month.
-I know, Leo.
As promised!
-I know, Leo.
Fucking payments.
[school bell ringing]
[indistinct chatter]
Tyler: Hey, Hamza.
You sleep with that ball?
Dude, you can't even kick a ball.
[boys laugh]
Yeah?
How about you go back to your own fucking country-
Ham and Cheese?
Billy: Watch your foot there, killer.
You know why I was away, right?
Yep.
And what do you think of that?
You know, Brando, I'm really not, uh-
I'm not proud of who I was back then.
Would you do it again?
Honestly, I don't know.
Get you running a house.
Got one in your hood.
I think I saw Gus in front of a house today.
[Leo scoffs]
-Gus.
Gus ain't no Billy.
And William.
This town needs paramedics.
It don't need no fucking heroes.
[cymbal ringing]
[TV in background]
[Arabic]
Amira: Mommy!
[knocking]
[Mohammed sighs]
Mohammed: [Arabic]
[Arabic]
Mmmm.
[Mohammed sighs]
[knocking]
Can I help you?
Uh yeah.
Mo mentioned something about a cab ride.
[Arabic]
Mohammed: Mr. Billy!
You're early!
Okay I'll- -Give me two minutes!
I'll just wait over by the car.
Was that your son-
yesterday at the school?
Oh Brando.
Yeah.
You should talk to him.
About what?
About the way he and his friends treat others.
[footsteps approaching]
Mohammed: [Arabic]
Mr. Billy.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
How about you hop in the front seat today?
Billy: Yeah man, no sweat.
So you said you're from Syria?
Mohammed: Yeah, I came recently.
We're so lucky to be here.
I couldn't make friends.
But I can feel the goodness in the people, you know?
-Well, if you mean them stopping and letting you go-
they're probably just fucking nosy.
[Mohammed laughs]
How long?
What, you know what this is?
-Please.
I drive taxi here.
That's three years of hard time.
-And why do you say-
hard time?
Well, with soft time-
you got some money and maybe a life waiting outside for you.
So I don't know if I have to explain what hard time means.
Money is everything here, no?
You know, my brother used to always say-
You never see a bank truck following a hearse.
Huh.
I like that.
Your brother is that young man sometimes with you in the uh-
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
He's not that young.
He's my, uh-
He's my older brother, Bobby.
What about you, Mo?
You ever been to jail?
Prison?
No.
Refugee camp, yes.
Very similar.
Very similar, my friend.
How so?
Well, lots of violence.
Discrimination.
Bad food.
Humiliation.
Nowhere to go.
Except in refugee camps-
your whole family must suffer with you.
-Hey, where we going?
-I want to show you something.
In my country-
this was the job to be most proud of.
This was my job!
I don't know if you noticed, Mo.
But I'm not much of a hair guy.
Hello!
[Mohammed laughs]
A barber is so much more than hair.
Hlalaquin is how we say barbers.
We listen to all the stories.
We hear all the sides.
More resolutions come from Hlalaquin-
than from our governments!
So a judge and a barber.
Lots of luck with that, buddy.
You know what, Billy?
People trust Hlalaquin .
They respect Hlalaquin .
No one respects me here.
♪♪♪♪ [orchestral music]
♪♪♪♪ [female opera singer]
Oh how the mighty have fallen!
What are you trained in on the garbage detail, are you Skinner?
[laughs]
Ken: Skinner how's your brother doing?
Rob: Fucking dog brained cunt.
Yeah what did they send him over here for?
♪♪♪♪ [opera music continues]
PA: Can I get a price check on turnips, aisle two please?
Turnips, aisle two- price check?
Thank you!
Chicken's on sale.
Hmm!
And your receipt in the bag okay?
[device beeps]
Billy: And then she scanned the noodles for the steaks.
Right?
Yes, Jimmy Locke's sister.
Did you hear about Jimmy?
Bobby: Heyo.
Steak in the pan, Mama.
Hey, Mom, Brando's coming over this weekend.
Mae: Uh-huh.
Billy: And you mentioned something about a dinner.
I was thinking maybe we could eat together.
Something like that.
Bill, a word.
Billy: Ooh, a word from Big Bird.
Where are they?
[Billy clears throat]
[whispering] Where are they?
Where's what?
I'll get sick.
I'll get real sick, Bill.
You don't want Mom getting sick now, do you?
You had one thing to do.
Now, look.
Right here.
Look over here.
You had- Look at me.
You had one thing to do.
And that's to drop an envelope off once a month.
Is that so fucking hard?
What you want us to do, huh?
Starve?
Yeah, I guess I heard about the, uh-
skyrocketing baloney prices.
Oh, fuck.
What, you want me and Bobby out on the streets again?
Is that what you want for your mom, huh?
Is that what you want for us?
Huh?
I never said that.
No.
You want me back in the living room blowing off strangers.
I never fucking said that!
You want them?
Where the fuck are they?
Hang on.
Here!
Why don't you fill your boots?
-I just-
I don't want to get sick.
This looks great!
Oh fuck off, Bill.
I just don't want to get sick.
Hmm?
These are making you sick.
-Fuck you!
These are-
Fuck me.
They're making you sick!
-They're not!
-God damn it!
[cans rattling]
[kids playing]
Young Billy: Billy Skinner's coming, buddy.
Come right upstairs in your house, man.
Haunt your kids in their sleep.
While your wife's sleeping, I'm going to drag you out of bed.
I'm gonna take you downstairs.
And I'll fucking kill you.
[man grunts]
[Billy breathing deeply]
[men's muffled yelling]
[shopping cart rattling]
Frank: Come on, b'ys!
Eddie: I thought I told you to stay out of the trash, Frank!
Jimmy: Yeah, what are you going to do?
Frank: Come on, fellas!
I don't want no trouble!
Eddie: Oh now, that's a sin, Jimmy!
Let's give Frank back his bags!
[cans crashing]
Billy: Hey!
You fucking clown!
I remember you!
So you like picking on old fellas, do ya?
And what the fuck are you gonna do about it?
Huh?
What are you gonna do, Skinner?
Make your fucking move.
[Billy breathing deeply]
You just got out.
You gonna fuck that over?
You're too much of a bitch.
Yeah.
That's what I thought.
[Billy breathes deeply]
Gus: Come on!
Looks like it's your fucking lucky day.
Hey Skinner?
Stay out of the fucking trash, Frank.
♪♪♪♪ [soft electric guitar]
Brandon: That's a nice one there.
Billy: That's a mariner link.
-And that?
- Box.
A box?
Yeah.
Brandon: And what about that one?
Billy: That's a Figaro.
Why do they call it a Figaro?
I don't know.
It's got the three little tiny hoops and the big one.
I can see that.
[Billy chuckles]
Is it fun to be cocky?
That one there.
What's that called?
Uh, that's a curb.
It's the same one you're wearing.
Uh-huh.
You want to try it on?
Sure.
Yeah?
Can he try that one on?
Yeah.
His first chain.
Now, let's take a look at you.
Boom!
Now that's a chain.
♪♪♪♪ [soft music]
Um- what's the damage on that one?
Shopkeeper: That one is 395.
Billy: 395.
Do you do layaway?
♪♪♪♪ [soft music]
[dog barking in distance]
Mohammed: [Arabic]
Go over and talk to him, Brando.
Hey, Hamza!
Hamza: Mm-hmm?
Listen, man, uh-
I have to apolog
for what happened the other day at school.
Uh-
I know I didn't really say anything, but-
I could have stuck up to Tyler or some shit.
I'm sorry.
-It's okay.
You play?
-I mean, I'm ass.
But let's do it.
-Let's go.
Mohammed: Hamza will play on a team next week!
Billy: Well, that makes sense.
I mean, look how good the guy is.
Mohammed: You know, I was thinking.
Brandon should try out as well.
Billy: Yeah, you think Brando could try out?
Mohammed: Yeah!
Yeah, I do.
You too!
You should try out as well!
There's a coaching job!
Look at you!
You already have the jacket!
Oh, he's a funny guy now, is he?
[Mohammed laughs]
Mohammed: Bring Brandon next week.
Billy: Yeah, okay.
Mohammed: Tell me something.
Have you ever tried Syrian food?
What is that?
Like, uh-
It's curry or something?
[Syrian music playing]
[cutlery clinking]
Billy: I don't know how you cook like this.
I was gonna say, what's this green stuff called?
Mohammed: Fattoush.
Fah-too- fah-toosh?
[family laughs]
Fah-toosh!
Billy: You guys are laughing at me.
I think you're saying it wrong.
No I'm not.
It's fah-toosh- they just said it.
Billy: Did I say something wrong?
Fattoush.
Billy: Fattoush.
Yeah.
Billy: Fattoush.
[family laughing]
It's so good.
Amazing- thank you.
Fatima is not only a great mother and good cook.
She's an optometrist-
trying to upgrade her credentials here.
Mohammed!
[Arabic]
I think they're having an argument right now.
[Arabic]
Oh no no.
They're fine.
Hamza: Oh.
[Arabic]
Yo Brandon.
You want to go see my room?
Yeah, sure.
Do it up, killer.
Fatima: [Arabic]
Hey, Billy.
Let me show you something.
-What's that?
Here we go.
Who is this guy?
I know this guy.
[Mohammed laughs]
I know this guy.
That's your-
Man!
-Hmm!
-Was this all you?
-Yes, it's all me!
Let me show you the tools here!
You see?
Oh, there's your weapons.
[Mohammed laughs]
Listen- listen to this.
[scissors snipping]
It's Japanese, man.
This is the best in the world.
I can't believe this, man.
This is- this is-
Thank you.
This is amazing.
Thank you.
So wait.
Where is that?
-Damascus.
And what happened to it?
Um-
Destroyed.
The whole neighbourhood was wiped out.
Shelled from the sky.
It was bad.
People screaming for their lives.
I did everything in my power-
to keep my family together safe.
And, uh-
we packed everything we needed-
in two suitcases.
And just fled across the border.
We went to a neighbouring country.
Imagine someone tell you-
You can't go home.
[Mohammed breathes shakily]
Shelley: Hi!
Brandon: Hey.
Did you have fun?
Brandon: Oh, yeah.
-What did you eat?
-Uh, Syrian food.
-Syrian?
Is that like curry or something?
Yeah, Brando, it's like curry or something.
Brandon: Or something.
Billy: Listen, dude, uh-
Oh.
Uhh-
Could Brando come to a soccer practice on Wednesday night?
Yeah, that's fine with me.
Billy: Wednesday night.
Soccer practice.
Be there or be square-
buddy boy.
Billy? Billy: Yeah?
Is it true you got a job at the chicken plant?
Yeah, you should see me in my cute little minions outfit.
Shelley: All right.
That's good!
Keep it up.
Yeah, I will.
[water running]
Billy: Well, you look nice.
What'd you have court today?
-Where is he?
Where's who?
My grandson who!
We played soccer with Mo and he had us over for dinner.
-So, you brought my grandson
around that friggin' crowd instead of his own fam
-What the fuck do you care?
You never tried once to see him when I was away.
-I was busy.
What- busy stealing all of Brandon's fuckin' money?
Mr. Multiculturalism.
Ah, fuck this shit.
I'm not doing this with you right now.
Of course not.
You never could!
-Never could.
Gerard: Uh, my-
My mother gave me this for my birthday.
It says one day at a fuckin' time.
Yeah.
My mother and I are really close.
So-
Jim: Uh, how about you, Billy?
How you doing?
You, uh- feel like saying something?
No, I'm good.
Jim: Nelsandela said-
It always seems impossible until it is done.
I think that's about the hamster wheel.
Isn't it?
Um, like, we're all on it.
Every day.
And you get used to the paradigm.
You get used to the routine.
And you start to think things like-
Well-
I can't get a driver's license.
I'm drunk all the time.
Or you think-
I can't get off the meds.
I'm gonna get sick.
Or you think-
I'm not qualified to have a job.
But, um-
But I'm here to tell you-
Somebody gave me this job.
And, uh-
And I was a boozebag.
And it was a nasty divorce.
And I lost my practice.
And my daughter Erin, uh-
died of a-
of a drug overdose.
So-
Just-
We all know something about loss, I guess.
That is what I'm trying to say.
Um, so if you feel comfortable saying it with me-
um, it always seems impossible until it is done.
[seagulls crying]
Gus: We got to get on him.
I'll get my guys over.
[lighter flicking repeatedly]
Leo: Oh, you son of a whore.
- Rianne ain't going to do it for us.
It's too many.
Leo: Here he is!
The prince of the court!
You remember Gus?
Wow.
Even got the ragheads here now, huh?
Yeah, they're all right.
All right until they're flying planes-
into our fuckin' buildings.
Oh, you're a special kind of dumb fuck.
Aren't you, Gus?
How's your brother Bob doing, Billy?
You mention my brother's name again -
and I'll rip your fuckin' head off.
Boys, some civility!
Sweet merciful fuck!
Frank!
Drop by the bar!
I got some empties for ya!
Frankie: Fuck you, Leo!
What a shithole.
Can you believe that nutter used to be my partner?
[Gus laughs]
Now he's crazier than a bag of hammers.
[laughs] Fuck.
Oh, yeah, your thing.
The fuck did I do with that?
Shit- I must have left it in the house.
Come on, we'll be quick.
♪♪♪♪ [ominous music]
You guys know this man?
Timmy: Yeah.
Leo: And did I hear-
that you two dolts gave him a hard time?
Timmy: Leo, he was going through the trash.
Gus told us if he was going through the trash-
Timmy! -What, man?
It's true! Eddie: Shut the fuck up!
Leo: Wow.
Don't you miss it, Billy?
Who gives a fuck, Leo?
It was nothing.
Leo: Well, it was something if they work for me.
You.
Punch him in the face.
What are you waiting for?
Eddie: Sorry, Timmy.
[Eddie grunts]
Timmy: Eddie, bro!
[Ed grunts, punching]
[Timmy screams]
Again!
Timmy: Ow fuck!
Eddie!
Leo: And again!
[punching, yelling, screaming]
Again!
Enough!
Leo: Ahhh.
There he is.
Clean him up.
And get him out of here.
[footsteps leaving]
♪♪♪♪ [soft piano]
[knocking]
Mae: Bill!
You better not be in there messing with my stuff!
[indistinct chatter]
Mohammed: [Arabic]
Mohammed: You have no idea how good Brandon has been for Hamza.
Billy: Well, I think that goes both ways, brother.
Can I ask you something, Billy?
Why three years?
I'm not asking to judge you, buddy.
Trust me.
Do you remember a few weeks ago there was a guy in the, uh-
in the courts with me?
The older guy, grey hair?
-Yeah, his name is Leo.
And I used to run houses for him.
Amongst other things.
I was what you'd call-
[indistinct clamouring]
the muscle.
[man yelling]
Man: Fuck!
Well, one night we got robbed.
And, uh, I made out okay.
But my brother Bobby didn't.
[men yelling]
[gunshot]
[footsteps running]
[Billy panting heavily]
So I went kicking down doors.
Started waling on the guy.
Split him open.
And if, uh-
if nobody had pulled me off him-
I would have killed him.
And it haunts me, Mo.
Well-
Do you think if I could put down those who destroyed my life-
I would hesitate?
We need to move on.
We really do.
[whistle blowing]
Jim: So, um-
who's your friend that I keep on seeing you with?
Yeah, his name's Mo.
He, uh-
he lives next to me in the courts.
Huh.
Oh, here.
Here, let me, uh-
let me sign those for you.
Save you some time.
You know, uh-
I used to have a cabbie friend, too.
He'd always say-
Man, this town's changed.
This used to be like a
quarter of hash-and-punch- in-the-face kind of town.
And now it's all cocaine and knives.
And he was not wrong.
Yeah.
-So-
Any plans for tonight?
Billy: Opa!
[Leah coughs]
Oh my God.
I haven't done these in forever.
-Shit!
[Billy coughs]
Smooth.
[Leah laughs]
You're a lightweight?
You heard about me.
[Billy laughs]
♪♪♪♪ [soft music]
Hey!
Who's this cute little guy?
-That's my boy!
Jacob.
-Jacob?
Where's he, uh-
Where's he at?
Is he in bed, or-?
Fosters.
[Billy sighs]
You ever get to, uh-
You ever get to see him?
Yeah, I used to get to see him once or twice a week.
But then the family said it was all getting to be too much.
And what do you think?
[Leah snorts]
-That's funny.
What's funny?
-Well-
No one's ever cared what I thought.
No one's ever asked what I think.
Well-
I think because I was a young mom-
I wasn't ready to give up the party.
And clearly still ain't.
You ever, um-
you ever think about kicking?
-All the time.
What about you?
Hmm?
-What about me?
I saw you with your boy the other day.
You and his mom patch things up?
No.
-No?
No, that's a-
That's a done deal.
I see.
-So you and Gus.
Are you guys-
[Leah laughs]
a thing?
Fuck!
Oh my God, no!
We just hangs out from time to time.
-Yeah?
Yeah, that's all.
Do you feel baked from those hot knives?
I am higher than a giraffe's twat right now.
I can't help it.
[Leah laughs]
-I think I'm so hung over, I don't even feel it.
-Ouch.
I'm too high.
I'm sorry.
[Leah laughs]
-Well, how about we have a dance?
Would that make you feel better?
No, it'd make me feel like shit.
Because I can't fucking dance!
-I can teach ya.
That's what I want.
-You want me to teach you how to dance?
Yeah, I want a dancing lesson right now.
-All right.
-I mean, I-
Ah.
♪♪♪♪ [soft guitar music plays]
-No.
Oh, no.
Can I show ya?
[Leah laughs]
I don't fucking know.
All right.
Real dancing.
-Real dancing.
♪When I was five-♪
♪my mother took me out♪
♪For a drive- ♪
♪through different little towns ♪
Mohammed and Hamza: Nine, ten, eleven, twelve!
[all cheering]
♪It was in the fall♪
Billy: Yeah I fixed it!
It was the starter!
♪I think it had just begun♪
♪She took a camera and wore a raincoat♪
Billy: I smell like a dead chicken every day of my life.
And no onows I-
It's like they don't know I work there.
Leah: Yeah, that's what bothers me.
♪She was young♪
I smell the opposite of Refreshmint Tea.
[Leah laughs]
♪When we got out, we walked-♪
♪by the sea♪
♪She talked about-♪
♪when she was small like me♪
♪But on that day-♪
♪I thought that she looked sad♪
♪I wanted to ask her-♪
♪but fell asleep-♪
♪on the way back♪
Come on.
♪When we got home-♪
♪she asked if I had fun♪
♪I said I did-♪
♪and went up to my room♪
Mohammed: Boy!
Clean the back window!
Billy: Get to work!
♪And later on-♪
Shotgun, suckers!
♪before she turned out the light♪
Billy: You know what I mean?
You're faster and you're stronger, right?
So work 'em.
Think about it.
If you're trying harder than the other guy-
♪She read me a story-♪
♪and then she kissed me goodnight♪
Yup.
You know what I mean?
You can do it, man.
You're the best.
Go!
♪♪♪♪ [music fades]
[upbeat chatter and laughter]
Mohammed: So tell me Frank-
How long have you been here in the courts?
Frank: Going on 40 years now.
I used to work construction at the time.
Mohammed.
I dare say I'm after laying more concrete-
than you're after walking on.
[they laugh]
I like this one.
I must say I'm surprised how well he's doing.
Mohammed: Who, Billy?
Frank: Yeah.
It's a sin.
He never had a chance.
Yeah, his father was a real piece of work.
Well-
I guess we're all just products of our environment.
-Yeah.
And speaking of environments-
I better get back to saving this one.
-You take care, buddy.
Happy birthday to Hazbad!
Hamza!
[Mmed laughs]
Thank you, Frank!
Thank you.
So long, b'y!
Ah, so long, b'y!
[Mohammed laughs]
[indistinct chatter and Syrian music]
Boo!
[Leah laughs]
What are you doing here?
-Not much. -No?
I haven't seen you around lately.
-I just got 28 days under my belt.
28 days!
Well, well.
Good for you.
-And did you hear?
No, I haven't heard anything.
What's that?
-I get to see Jacob this week for a while.
You get to see Jacob?
That's more good news.
You've always wanted that.
-Yeah, I'm pretty fucking nervous about it, though.
Don't you be nervous.
Come here.
Give me a hug.
We just got some real good shit come in.
Now.
You know where I am.
Don't be a stranger.
Billy: What in the fuck was that all about?
He was just wondering where I was to is all.
-Yeah, but it's none of his fucking business, is it?
Billy, I'm with you now okay?
-It's none of his fucking business, is it?
I'm with you, not him.
It doesn't matter.
-Give me a fucking break!
No!
Mohammed: Come on, everybody!
It's cake time!
Thank you guys, for coming here-
to celebrate the 14th birthday
of Hamza-
the champ!
Yes!
And he would like to thank you all for this-
and say that he is-
so- what?
Happy.
Mohammed: He is very happy.
[all chuckle]
Put your hand on my hand.
You made a wish?
Hamza: Yeah.
Mohammed: All right!
Bravo!
[all cheer and applaud]
♪♪♪♪ [Arabic singing Happy Birthday]
Bravo!
Hey!
Where did you put them?
Are you hiding them on me again?
Ah sorry to interrupt huh?
Billy: What are you doing?
Mae: To interrupt you with your friends!
Billy: What are you doing?
I guess I lost my-
I lost my invitation-
in the mail!
Billy: What are you doing, Mom?
Uh, come on guys.
Let's mind our own business, so-
Girl: Now can we get it?
Let's celebrate.
[Mae retching and spitting]
Billy: And you wonder why I hid those pills?
[Mae cries]
Huh?
[Mae spits]
Mae: Some water.
Billy: I hope you're proud of yourself.
[pills rattling]
New treat.
It's called Tylenol.
What the fuck was that?
-I'm sorry I'm such a-
Not as sorry as you're going to be-
if you pull another fucking stunt-
like that one.
Look at all this!
You see this shit?
It's nothing okay?
It's nothing if you go down this fucking road!
You understand me?
-[crying] Stop it.
You're not just doing this to you.
You're doing it to everybody around you!
-Stop it!
And it's fucking killing me!
I'm sorry I'm such a fuck-up.
I'm trying to fucking love you!
But you won't me in!
And these things are fucking killing you!
What happened to you?
It's no wonder Dad fucking killed himself!
-It's not my fault.
[both crying]
Then whose fault is it?
Whose fault is it?
[slow clap]
Great.
Fuck it.
♪♪♪♪ [soft electric guitar]
[footsteps on stairs]
[door closing]
Mohammed: Hey, Billy!
Billy: Hey man, thanks for driving Brandon.
Oh, he's a good kid.
Come on.
Yeah, well, he listens to you.
- How's she doing?
Well, she's not good!
She's sick!
-How are you doing?
-Why the fuck
does everybody keep asking me that?
-Frank just told me that your father-
-Oh, Frank the Can Man?!
He's your go-to guy!
Frank the Can Man told you that?
-I'm just saying-
I'm here for you-
if you want to talk about it!
-Nobody's ever been here-
or anywhere for me for my whole life!
What's wrong with you buddy?
I'm not your little feel-good project!
Fuck off!
♪♪♪♪ [melancholy music]
♪♪♪♪ [distant drums playing]
[louder drumming]
[Mae moans]
[loud drumming]
Billy.
Billy!
Ah look who decided to play adult today!
Billy, you're fucked!
Go to bed!
Billy!
Isn't this what you wanted?
Huh?
Isn't this what you wanted?
[sniffs]
A nice big fucked up family!
-Billy, go to bed.
-Here! - Stop it!
-Good morning, Mommy! -Stop it, Billy!
Good morning!
-Stop it!
Stop it!
Fuck off!
-Come on, go for it!
Fuck off!
-Why don't you fuck yourself!
[plate smashing]
[school bell ringing]
Billy: Not going to tell you anything.
It's a secret.
A surprise.
Brandon: You feeling all right?
Billy: Hey man, unless I'm losing my mind-
that's that dick from school.
Brandon: No, he's not a dick to me.
Billy: I think he was a dick.
Wasn't he?
Brandon: I'm friends with him, man.
Billy: Yeah, right.
Brandon: I'm friends with him.
Billy: No, that's not your friend.
Brandon: Yeah-
Billy: No, it's not.
Tyler: Yeah?
Let's fucking do it, Skinner!
Give it to him!
Ughh!
Billy: Give it to him!
Brandon: I don't want to do this!
Billy: Do it, do it- Fuckin' do it!
[boys grunting and yelling]
Billy: All right, all right, all right!
All right, all right!
Grab your shit, go!
Go!
Go go go go go go go!
[Tyler moaning]
Tyler: Fucking Christ.
Billy: That was great!
Hey, slow down, slow down!
Billy: Hey, killer.
What're you at?
[Billy sniffs]
Where's your chain?
Come on!
Wear it with pride!
It looks good on you!
I'm proud of you.
You know that?
That's something to be proud of?
Listen, you're a Skinner.
I'm a Skinner.
We're different.
They don't make them-
like us anymore.
[sniffing]
[coughing]
[retching]
[sniffing]
[sighing deeply]
[groaning]
♪♪♪♪ [ominous music]
PA: License plate CZHL342.
Your lights are on.
Billy: What are you going to do, tough guy?
Stop it- look at me- stop.
-What are you going to do?
Brandon: I didn't miss you for a second!
You ungrateful little fucking- Shelley: Look at me!
Brandon: Ungrateful?
Man, you were never here!
Never!
Shelley: Go!
Billy, go!
Fuck your Skinner lifestyle.
Fuck where you came from.
I'm not like you!
[men laughing]
Ken: What are ya at Skinner?
Your mother still sucking cock on Cabot Street?
[men grunting and yelling]
You motherfucker!
Ken: Jesus!
Billy: Get the fuck off me!
Rob: What the fuck is your problem?
Fuck you!
Tony: Billy!
♪♪♪♪ [melancholy piano]
[siren wails briefly]
[Jim sighs]
Jim: Well-
You must have made some impression at that job.
They agreed not to press charges.
You got a lot of good people in your corner.
I mean, that's got to count for something, right?
Right?
Yeah.
Thanks, Doc.
-Keep in touch, Billy.
Mohammed: Hey!
Hi.
-Hey, you're Mohammed right?
You're Billy's friend.
Yeah, I'm Billy's friend.
And how is our friend doing?
Uh, well, um-
good news-
he slept it off in the drunk tank last night.
Nice.
Um, uh- bad news-
he's not really talking to me or anybody.
He's very distant.
Uh, well, I mean, anything we can help with?
Uh-
I mean if it's money-
we can find it.
Um, forgive me.
But I just-
I have to ask.
Why are you doing this?
He's my friend!
Um, okay.
I have worked with a lot of Billy Skinners.
Uh-huh.
And I can tell you from experience-
that this does not usually end well.
So-
why put yourself and your family at risk like that?
Well-
He's, uh-
He's the only one here who's, uh-
who's ever really made us feel like we belong.
Huh.
Um-
Okay, all right, all right.
All right.
Uh, so here's what you can do.
Here's what you can do.
Woman: It's been-
three years since I saw my little girl.
She's twelve now-
at that time when you need your mom, you know?
She's going through all those things-
that 12-year-old girls go through-
with someone else.
I've been clean now for 18 months.
But-
there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about it-
and that I don't-
[sighs]
just wish everything could have been different.
No cursing, no anger, no physical touching.
-Okay.
Do you have to be in here?
By law, someone has to.
Okay.
Leah: Do you like trains?
Do you?
Your great-granddaddy used to drive a train like that.
And it was so slow, they called it The Bullet.
Did you know that?
Choo-choo.
Leah: Yeah!
[Leah laughs]
Do you have a favourite colour?
Is it blue like your eyes?
Jacob: Blue?
Is it blue?
Blue, green, pink, purple.
I love all those colours too.
Jacob: And yellow!
And yellow's beautiful, yup.
It's a happy colour.
[whispering] Jacob.
What?
Leah: Do you know who I am?
They said you're my mom.
But my real mom isn't here.
She works at a bank close to the mall.
I'm sorry.
[Leah crying]
Oh God!
[waves crashing]
[seagulls crying]
Jim: All right, gents!
A little mug up for you there!
Mohammed: Thank you, Doctor.
Jim: All right.
And for you sir.
I think you will find it is even better-
than the clinic coffee.
[Billy chuckles]
All right?
Billy: You don't say.
Jim: Mm-hmm!
I do say!
Oh shit!
Oh man!
Billy: You okay?
Jim: Yeah, I'm good.
All right.
This used to be
my daughter's favourite place.
And now it's my favourite place.
It's peaceful.
Do you have a favourite place?
Mohammed: Well-
My favourite place nowadays is where my family is.
Jim: Yeah, well-
Family is obviously very important.
Mohammed: Big time!
Jim: Cheers to that.
Mohammed: Cheers!
May the saddest days of your future
be no worse than the happiest days of your past.
How you doing over there, Billy?
You okay?
Billy: Um-
I was just thinking about family.
Family was a little different for me.
The old man
used to say the Skinner name was cursed.
Of course, he used to sling all his bullshit from a barstool.
He used to come home every night-
and beat the fucking shit out of me.
So that's family.
When I uh-
When I got out, I decided just to be a better person.
And Mo taught me something about that.
[Billy exhales]
But I don't know that I am.
And I think I'm just leading Brando down the same path.
You know?
[distant sirens]
Billy: How are you supposed to know what love is-
if you've never felt it?
So maybe that piece of shit was right.
Maybe the-
Maybe the Skinner name is cursed.
Let me out, let me out!
No!
No, no, no, no, no!
Is she okay?
Hey, talk to me!
Hey, is she dead?
What happened to her?
Talk to me!
[indistinct dispatch]
Is she okay?
Hey!
[vehicle doors closing]
[siren wailing]
Bill.
Bill, you're only going to make it-
Billy: Don't!
-Billy!
Sweet-
You come on!
Don't!
Billy: You're the one that likes to run his fucking mouth!
Eddie: What are you gonna fuckin' do about it huh?
Billy: Fucking ram this-
Eddie: Agghh!
Tough guy with a bat, hey?
[men grunting]
Billy: Come on bitch!
Come on, come on!
Come on!
[men grunting]
Fuck you!
Give me the bat Mo!
Give me the God-damned bat!
[bat drog on ground]
[car approaching]
This rancor against the world turns to glee-
when we witness once again the venality, the brutality-
the lies-
the harshness which we inflict on others.
It's a new one I'm working on.
Billy: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Not him!
Mae: Leo!
Let him go!
Mohammed: Mae!
Assess the damage and clean it up.
Mae: Leave him alone!
Fuck you!
Leo stop it!
Stop it!
Leo!
Billy.
I hate to see it go down this way, man.
[gun cocking]
Frank: Put the gun down, Leo.
Is that you, Frank?
Put it down.
Frank.
Frank: Take a look around.
Nobody wants you here anymore, man.
Charles!
You get everything?
Charles: Got it.
Grab the boys and let's get the fuck.
I hate this fucking place anyway.
[car doors closing]
[car starting]
Leo: See ya soon, Billy.
You okay?
♪♪♪♪ [soft piano]
Leo: The pulse of life reaches a crescendo.
Then the music-
settles in to its mundane rhythms.
All is right with the world.
Some players change their dance step.
Thank you so much.
-You're welcome.
Some remain the same.
A redundant shuffle.
Change and choice.
The banes of our meagre existence.
The stew pot of hope is stirred once again.
And the beautiful reconstruction of our dreams-
[door opening]
begins anew.
[gun fires]
Mohammed: You're a tough guy?
No.
Maybe I used to be.
Mohammed: I can see you're a good-hearted man.
Well, you just get old, Mo.
And you, uh-
I think you just learn how to slow down a little bit.
♪♪♪♪ [soft acoustic guitar]
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♪Where are you?♪
♪I tried to find you in someone else♪
♪Tried to change their heart into your own♪
♪I tried to change their minds♪
♪Then I saw the errors of my ways♪
♪Just want to find you and have you stay♪
♪Just want to know you as a home♪
♪Don't wannna be left here all alone♪
♪Where are you?♪
♪Sometimes I feel I'm running out of time♪
♪Where are you?♪
♪Sometimes I feel I'm running out of time♪
♪Where are you?♪