Edwin Boyd Page #2

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that we're doing good.

He should know.

Okay...

Why don't you tell us

about your work?

What do you mean?

The people you work with,

who are they?

Why don't you let us

come visit you?

Doreen, I told you.

I got a bit part.

It's not like I can just bring

anyone I want down to the set.

Oh, anyone?

Yeah, well, it doesn't

work like that.

- Dad!

- Sorry.

Carolyn, pack in his legs.

He's not going anywhere.

Well, I think

there's a reason why.

Oh, yeah? What's the reason?

I think maybe

you don't want them to know

that you're married.

Doreen "The Babe of Brighton Thompson".

Hot Wheels!

No! No, Eddie!

Hot Wheels!

Worried about me?

Nothing to worry about.

Yeah?

Nothing to worry about.

Promise?

I promise.

What does it feel like?

What does what feel like?

You know, when you're...

acting.

I feel...

I feel alive.

I haven't seen you smile

in forever.

" That's me I. "

" The devil won't let me be. "

Hello, ladies. How are ya?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Right where I can see you.

You too. You too.

You too, please.

Thank you.

Fill 'em up.

Fill 'em, fill 'em, fill 'em.

Ladies, please help her out.

There you go.

Money, money, money.

Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.

All right, let's go.

That's good. That's good.

Thank you, ladies.

" A sinister kid

is a kid who, "

" Runs to meet his maker. "

" A drop-dead sprint

from the day he's born. "

" Straight into

his maker's arms. "

" And that's me. "

" That's me. "

" The boy with the broken halo. "

" That's me, that's me. "

" The devil won't let me be. "

The missile,

the forbidding symbol

of tomorrow's terror.

The search for a defense

in the new age of Warfare.

1950, the fateful year.

Toronto the good? Look again.

The serene calm of our city

has been shattered

by the depravity of a gunman

wearing face paint.

After eight terrifying heists,

Where and when

will he strike again?

But hope is on the horizon.

Mayor Lamport has marshaled

"our own Sherlock Holmes

to the trail".

Detective David Rhys,

a highly decorated soldier.

Will he catch the man

hiding behind the makeup?

He has struck once again.

Police suspect that

it's the same mystery man

that's been on

a defiant robbing spree...

Where does he live?

Stay tuned for more

when we come back.

Authorities,

who have not seen anything

quite like this before.

The bank has yet to disclose

the amount of money taken.

The mayor will be holding

a press conference

at City Hall in just a moment.

Never before has there been...

You're home early.

Why are you wearing my makeup?

Eddie, why are you

wearing my makeup?

Come sit down.

Let me explain.

Eddie, what's happening?

What's going on?

Doreen...

- Why are you wearing

my makeup, Eddie?

Oh.

We needed the money.

Mom?

Billy, don't come in!

Hey...

Mom, where's my baseball?

It's on the kitchen table

where you left it!

Hey. It's all right.

It's okay.

Oh, Eddie.

Oh, God.

Look.

Why?

We don't need

to worry anymore.

Did you even think

about the children?

Of course I thought

about the children.

What if you got hurt, Eddie?

I'm not going to get hurt.

Listen,

a few more jobs and that's it.

I'm done.

We'll have enough.

Enough?

Yeah, enough. Enough of this.

We need to start over.

We need to start fresh,

somewhere far away,

somewhere warm.

Can you imagine that?

Fruit trees in your garden

all year long

and no more worries,

imagine that.

Imagine that. We are close.

We can go get that.

What about this?

Grease paint?

What's it for?

It's a disguise.

Disguise?

What would you do all day

when you told us

you were acting, hmm?

I go to the gym.

I go to the movies.

And when would you do this?

When would you do this?

When you took

the kids shopping.

Thank you.

You know,

some think you're crazy.

I'm not crazy.

The world is crazy.

I'm only its mirror.

Your bank should share

the wealth a little bit.

Excuse me, ladies.

Give 'em what they want;

They deserve it.

Or what?

Or I'll keep comin' back.

Put the gun down!

- Is he cuffed?

- Yeah.

Is this a souvenir?

Souvenirs

should stay souvenirs.

What's your name?

You're a cop, right?

You figure it out.

Okay...

You made my wife a happy woman.

Is she a fan?

No.

I'll get home early

for a change.

Mr. Boyd.

Mr. Boyd,

one for The Daily Star?

It's for the front page.

That's it. Just hold.

Wait for it. Wait for it.

Wait for it.

Just, uh, come a little closer,

would you, Mr. Boyd?

Talked to your neighbors.

They said you were

a decent family man,

had a good job.

You're a decorated soldier.

What went wrong?

Things were wrong

long before me.

What, you guys don't read

the papers?

Life's way too short.

It was time to start living.

So I did.

All right, remember

what the warden said.

Couple of shots in and out.

That's it.

So now what, huh? Now what?

You sorry?

Am I sorry?

Yeah, I'm sorry the cops

got all my money.

I worked hard for that.

You got any words

for your readers?

Yeah, find a job you love.

All right, that's it.

Let's go.

Hi. Hi.

What are you thinking,

bringing the kids here?

What was I thinking?

Yeah.

They had to be taken

out of school,

and there's no one

to look after them.

What was I supposed to do?

Why on earth did you say

what you said in the papers?

Hey, how are you? You okay?

You guys all right?

The other kids aren't allowed

to play with us anymore.

When are you coming back?

I don't know, kiddo.

I tried to get you

a good lawyer,

spoke to your father...

No, no, no, no,

we don't need him.

He said he's gonna help us

with some money.

How's he gonna help us

on a cop's pension?

Where's he gonna get the money?

Doreen, I don't need

the guilt, okay?

Well, we need him, Eddie.

They've got everything.

I can't even get

my old job back.

Nobody trusts us.

Hey, candy.

Don't turn your back on me.

Whoa, tough guy...

Where you goin'?

Where you goin'?

Go, go, go, go!

This is where I break

your f***in' neck.

Whoa! Whoa!

Big bad boy, no?

Dogs.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, I'm on your team.

You ugly f***in' dog, get back

to your f***in' doghouse.

Get back to your

f***in' doghouse.

Come on; it was a good fight.

Are you f***in'

feelin' doggy, huh?

What the f*** do you want, huh?

Get the f*** outta here.

Get the f*** outta here.

Walk.

You gonna make me

f***in' come out here?

I'll f***in' walk

when I want to walk.

Walk!

My f***in' block.

Why you always

gotta start stuff, Willy?

Thanks, Lenny. I'm sorry, man.

Steve?

How you doin', Fred?

This one's for Willy.

Sol heard you used

a German Luger.

Is that true?

Okay, well, I, uh...

I prefer machine guns.

You know, quick, to the point,

scares the sh*t out of people.

You know, you're not

the only bank robber

in this joint.

You know that, right?

He's in the papers too.

That's Tough Lenny Jackson.

That furry little pervert,

that's Willy "the Clown"

Jackson.

No relation, thank Christ.

Take it easy.

Sol heard you served.

Yeah, I did.

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