Blackbird Page #3

Your dad wants you home.

That's why he hired me, Sean.

To represent your best interests.

How is saying I did something

I didn't in my best interests?

Please, Sean.

Mr. Johns is here to help.

Look, I realize those kids

at school were the real threat.

But you got to understand the system.

The parents, the teachers,

the Crown, they all want

blood on this one.

Who do they have, Harris?

It's a woman, I think that's her name.

Dale Harris.

I remember because

Dale rhymes with bail.

They don't get any tougher than her.

She wants fourteen year

olds tried as adults.

Fourteen.

How old are you?

He's fifteen.

Sixteen.

Point is you rattled

an entire community.

Accept this and move on.

A couple years, you'll be eighteen,

in college, nobody will remember this.

I will.

Don't you think you'd

also remember a long,

drawn out trial?

Your dad's right.

I know you're not guilty, Sean,

but the evidence against

you is very compelling.

If this goes to trial...

I don't know.

What I do know is this.

you put on a nice suit,

you tell a nice story, you'll get a slap

on the wrist be released

for time served.

Lesson learned.

Make life easier for yourself, Sean.

Doesn't anybody care about the truth?

I'm due in court in an hour.

Think about it.

Call me.

I'll talk with him.

Do you have any idea who that is?

It's only the best goddamn youth

lawyer this side of Montreal.

And he's here in this room to help you.

Only you seem to know more than he does.

What was wrong with the other guy?

Andy the Legal Aid guy?

He's a f***ing idiot.

Barry Johns is the real deal.

I mortgaged my f***ing

house to bring him here!

Well I don't like him.

You don't like anyone, Sean.

Is it any wonder the

whole world's against you?

How do you live with

such an embarrassment

for a son?

Don't give me that sh*t, Sean.

I'm here, aren't I.

It's more than you can

say for your mother.

She's not coming?

I don't know.

We're playing phone tag.

She's still in Florida.

Says she's coming though...

soon as she gets back.

When will that be?

I don't know.

But wouldn't it be

nice to get out of here

before she comes?

Get you cleaned up.

Put an end to all this brutality.

Get your own b*tch, b*tch.

Eat your peas, Columbine.

You don't have to call me that.

Why not, Columbine?

Cause I'm nothing like them.

That's not what the newspaper says.

You know what you need, Columbine?

You need to learn to love yourself.

They teach that sh*t here you know?

Yeah man, they teach you how to

paint watercolours and everything.

Express all that pain you got,

so that when you get out

you won't go blasting up the school.

Why you in here?

Hey man, this b*tch is so new

he's still in the wrapper.

You wanna know what he did?

He killed Santa Claus.

Some Christmas store

Santa up in Plate Cove

where he's from.

Some old retired guy,

everybody just f***ing adored.

Turns out the guy's a f***ing pedophile.

One night, takes Trevor out

to a dirt road, starts

to come on to him.

Tries to touch his dick and everything.

Trevor goes ape sh*t.

F***ing kills the guy

with his bare hands.

When was that?

Five years ago.

Okay, wait, he's here,

I gotta go.

Where they keeping you, Australia?

You've been waiting?

Yeah, I just got Gerry

breathing down my neck

every five seconds

- how much longer,

how much longer?

You know what he's like.

He's in the car?

Lily's taking a nap.

Lily's here?

Come here, let me look at you.

Oh, Sean.

How did this happen?

Glad you're here mom.

Yeah, well, I would

have been here sooner,

it's just Gerry's family you know,

he hadn't seen them in years,

and Lily was so excited so...

Oh, I brought some photos.

Most of these probably

wouldn't interest you, but...

Here's one of Lily.

Isn't that cute?

She looks older.

Her face.

I want to see her.

I wanted that for you, I really did.

But

- jail's no place for a little girl.

So that's why he came?

To keep away the bad seed?

- No one sees you like that.

- Everyone sees me like that.

You're telling me he hasn't

been saying I told you so?

He hasn't.

Maybe he didn't have to.

I told myself I wasn't

going to get upset so...

So, think that maybe when I

get out I can come and stay,

you know, take Lily to the park...

I don't think that's

such a good idea, Sean.

I just think it's important

you spend some time

with your father, at

this point in your life.

It's hard for everyone.

Yeah, I can see that.

Yeah?

Columbine... ball!

Come on, Columbine, get the ball.

Oh wow.

I mean, they clowing you for real man.

Where you going, Columbine?

To my cell, to read.

I ain't done with you!

Come on back, b*tch!

Co-lum-bine.

Come on buddy you're

letting it get away from you.

Get the ball. Come on.

Attaboy.

Here you go, Kev.

Go get it.

Go ahead Lassie.

Oh what a f***ing c*nt.

Now what am I supposed to do with this?

Huh?

Rain cheque, boys.

Big brother's watching.

He ownes you G.

You got lucky, Columbine.

Barry Johns.

Hi, it's Sean Randall...

from Waterville.

Sean!

Good news.

Did your dad tell you?

We got a trial date.

Really, when?

Twenty first.

That's in two weeks.

Well, it could've been a

hell of a lot longer, Sean.

They wanted to push

it until the new year.

It's just..

I just don't know if

I can last that long.

You know, it's like you said:

kids like me aren't safe here.

There's still the other

option we discussed.

So, if I can hold on for two weeks,

you're saying I can get out?

Well, first we view the Crown's case.

We get to see the evidence

they've compiled against you.

It's called disclosure.

If you still decide you want to proceed,

you'll get moved to the courthouse,

to a holding cell.

And then we go to trial.

And I can't move now,

since I know that's what

I want to do?

That's not how it works.

If you insist on going to trial,

you're just going to have to

find a way to hang in there.

Let him eat.

Everyone deserves a last supper.

We're short.

Missing a knife.

Seems like one of you thought

you'd walk out of here

with a little souvenir.

You were wrong.

We have dedicated staff

who take their jobs

very seriously.

They know how serious

putting a weapon into

the hands of a violent teenager can be.

Now, we can do this the

easy way or we can do it

the hard way.

This is no joke, boys.

We will search each and every

one of you if we have to...

Thanks for choosing the easy way, Sean.

See you in two weeks.

A fresh face.

This way.

Might want to think twice

before jerking off in here.

What if I have to go to the washroom?

Go up to the window.

That's how we know you're

about to piss yourself.

Like that guy?

Him?

No, he's just a pain in the ass.

I can't sleep.

You know, the lights...

they're brighter or something.

The sound, the buzzing, do you hear it?

It's driving me crazy.

Just go back to bed.

Try to relax.

Don't make me call the Goon Squad.

Sean Randall?

Where are we going?

Has it been two weeks?

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