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On its face, this story is the opposite of a fairy tale.
But that's only until you consider what fairy tales are really about.
Girls punished for selfishness
or for no reason at all.
They're tales of horror...
and wonder.
Of innocence and beauty.
Of violence and sin.
In fairy tales, there's danger everywhere.
- _ - Beware the troll under the bridge.
But in November of 1997,
the danger had never looked quite like this before.
This story would haunt the island for years to come.
It forever changed a fact that once seemed so immutable,
so fundamental.
Young girls in Victoria were the ones we were supposed to protect.
Not be protected from.
_
- I can't even. - It was so funny.
- I love you. - I love you.
- We were 100% there for her! - Hey, guys!
See you guys tomorrow.
_
- Hey! - You're the best, Rajmama.
Thanks for getting me.
Oh yeah, of course. Anything to show off these sweet wheels, right?
- Okay. - How was school?
You did go, right?
- For half the day. I went after lunch. - Reena.
It was gym day! I hate those stupid shorts they make us wear.
Okay, well, if you don't go,
well, I'm thinkin' maybe I need to take your present back to the store.
You got it?
No way.
That's the one, right?
I guess so.
Okay.
Can we drive through View Royal?
Sure.
♪ I'm going going, back back ♪
♪ To Cali Cali Cali, uh ♪
♪ I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali ♪
♪ Uh, uh, we know, we know ♪
That's Connor Fields.
♪ Celly-celly with my homeboy Lance ♪
Is that who you're lookin' for?
No, it's just, um, Josephine just likes him.
- ♪ At the Versace store ♪ - Josephine, eh?
♪ Said she suck it 'til I ain't got no more ♪
Hey, I thought you were done with those Seven Oaks girls.
Still cool with Dusty.
♪ Say it's yummy, then [CENSORED] your man ♪
- ♪ What's your plan, is it to rock... ♪ - Okay. Well,
listen, maybe it's-it's time
that you just focus on your family for a bit.
♪ Hoes exquisite, Cali ♪
♪ I'm going going, back back ♪
♪ To Cali Cali ♪
- I wanna get out of here. - Wait, here? I-I thought we were...
Hey, hey!
What are you doing? Reena! Reena!
Yo, Dusty!
- What up? - What's up?
Where's Jo?
The princess is in her room.
'Kay, come on.
- Come on! - I'm comin'.
Hi, Jo. Hi, Jo-Jo.
What the fuck is that?
Um, I'm your monkey
that's been hidden under your three-month-old dirty laundry.
Can I, can I have a cigarette, please?
Oh, bitch. You know I bummed a cigarette today
from some guy in Rudd's Park, and he was like,
"Are you the Josephine Bell?"
Yeah, apparently he heard what I did to that bitch from Esquimalt.
Wait, what happened?
Me and Jo, we crashed this party, and this bitch kept pissing her off.
Getting on my fucking nerves, talking about this locket,
saying how her parents got it from Tiffany's,
and she was so grateful.
So, I just went up to her, and that's when I went...
- bam! Yanked it from her neck. - Fuck.
And what'd she do?
She fuckin' invited me to the next party. That's for sure.
- Oh shit. - That's how you get respect.
No one fucks with C.M.C.
Long live C.M.C.
Fuck's sake!
This station is ass lately.
Hey, you know I got the new Biggie CD.
Are you serious? Let me see that shit!
Gimme.
♪ Biggie, uh! ♪
♪ This goes out to you! ♪
♪ You! You! Uh! ♪
♪ Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns ♪
♪ As I crush so-called Willies, thugs, and rapper-dons ♪
♪ Get in that ass, quick fast, like Ramadan ♪
♪ It's that rap phenomenon Don-Dadda, fuck Poppa ♪
♪ You gotta call me Francis M.H. ♪
♪ White in tank-light totes, tote iron! ♪
♪ Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin' ♪
♪ Keep extra clips for extra shit ♪
♪ Who's next, kick in the door; wavin' the .four-four! ♪
♪ All you heard was: "Poppa don't hit me no more!" ♪
♪ On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet ♪
Reena! Yo!
Get the fuck off my bed, you're gonna break it!
Fat bitch.
♪ Ask why, lyrically, I'm worser, don't front the word... ♪
Why are you even here? Thought you moved out.
- I mean, Kelly doesn't live here either. - Yeah.
Kelly's my best friend.
Come on.
Connor Fields will sell us some chronic if we go to his place.
Come on.
Reena, you're not invited.
_
Ladies and gentlemen,
we're about to start our descent.
Welcome to beautiful Victoria.
Becca.
Thank you.
Let's get some wine.
Your mom's been cookin' all week. Don't be alarmed.
Aha! Honey! Guess who I found?
No, no.
Wow, Mom. Are we, are we having a party?
No, no. It's always good to make a little extra, you know?
In case there's some old friends you want to invite over.
I don't talk to anyone from Victoria anymore.
Well, I don't know why not.
'Cause everyone here thinks I'm an asshole.
They do not. You made that up in your mind.
You admiring my new wrinkles?
No. You're beautiful.
Well, what do you wanna do your first night back?
Mm...
- sleep? - Sleep.
We could go downtown, have tea at the Empress.
Do we have to, like, do all that right away?
- Well, why not? - Because I just got here and it's a lot
and I need a minute.
Well, if you're not happy to be home,
- why did ya come all this way? - Because I'm writing my book here.
- You know that. - Well,
- you coulda done that in New York. - You know,
I'm happy to stay in a hotel if that's easier.
No, no, it's been 10 years since you've been home.
Come on now. You're staying here.
Wasn't trying to upset you.
I was just saying no one is forcing you
- to write about Victoria. - Yeah, well...
I can't seem to think about anything else.
Hey, you know what I think we should do?
Why don't we just stay at home and make pancakes?
- Pancakes? - Yeah, 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.
- Hello? - Hi. Um,
- do you know who Josephine Bell is? - Huh?
Yeah, she looks really different.
She's not even pretty anymore.
Who is this?
- Hello? - I'm just calling to let you know
that Josephine Bell's eyebrows are fake as shit.
- What? - She, like, draws them on.
You know Josephine Bell?
She's a fucking bitch. She looks like a fucking rat.
Yeah, she's not even pretty. Ugly bitch. She's a fucking slut.
Reena? Reena, who are you talking to?
Nana Ji and Nani Ji will be here soon.
I'm in the bath!
Reena, it would be nice to have your help in the kitchen.
- Hello? - Hi, Connor.
- Who is this? - It's Reena. Reena Virk.
I drove past you today.
I was, I was the one blasting Biggie from the Karmann Ghia.
Uh, how'd you get this number?
Josephine Bell gave it to me.
Yeah, you know she's got AIDS?
So, do you wanna go out with me?
- What do you want? - Weed. Duh.
- Lemme hit that. - No.
Heard you got AIDS.
What?
Yeah. Apparently, your tits are fake too.
Yeah, and I heard you had, like, three abortions.
Shut up.
- Who said that? - I don't know.
Name's like, uh,
Tina or something.
Reena?
Yeah.
So good. You've outdone yourself.
Reena.
No.
Come, let's do our prayers.
Thank you, Jesus, son of Jehovah, the Father,
for all that you have provided for us.
Thank you for gathering us here tonight.
And for reuniting our family.
- In Jesus's name, Amen. - Amen.
Reena, come.
No, stop.
No, I don't want Indian food. It's making me fat!
- Stop! - Oh boy.
So, who were you talking to in the bathroom?
- Was it, was it a new friend? - Mm.
No.
What have I told you about not wearing makeup?
Nail polish isn't makeup.
- If it's not makeup, what is it then? - Suman.
- Can you let the machine get it? - Reena. Reena, we're eating!
Hello?
Hey, Reena. It's Josephine.
Do you wanna come party with us at Shoreline tonight?
Thought I wasn't invited.
No! You should come. It's gonna be fun.
Reena, it's dinner time. You should be sitting with us.
Okay, I'm coming.
- Reena? - I'll be home by 11.
Where are you going? Reena!
- Reena? Reena! - Ree...
She wants to go, let her go.
I'm cold.
- Yo, you got it? - Mm-hm.
- Got it? - Yeah.
- 'Ppreciate it, man. Yeah, take it easy. - Yeah, I'll see you, dawg.
Hey, Reena!
Hi, guys.
Nice nails.
C.M.C. blue.
What'd you want with Connor Fields?
I know you took my shit.
Street rules, right?
Like what you did to that girl from Esquimalt?
- Oh boy. - Yo!
Where's Josephine at?
I'm supposed to fight some chick.
Hey, somebody's ass about to get rocked!
Run, bitch, run!
Yeah, you better run!
Let's go!
Okay.
- Hello? Reena? - Hello? Yeah. Yeah, it's me.
I'm at the bus stop by, by the bridge. Tell Mom I'll be home soon.
I'm just gonna go home. I'll catch the bus.
No, you're not.
- What are you doing? - Come on, Reena.
Hey! Hey. Let's go under the bridge.
Yes! Yes!
Get off me!
Sources say lights in the sky
over Victoria on Friday night were from
an exploded Russian satellite. Authorities insist...
Come on, five seconds!
Time!
- 189! - I did 210.
Oh, bullshit! I saw you.
Come on, your brother's not a liar.
What, you too afraid to admit you lost to a girl?
- Oh, you're a girl? - Oh!
Better than fuckin' hittin' like one.
Alrighty. See you later, guys.
- Alright, good job. - Later.
Thank you.
- Hey, Dad? - Yeah.
Hey, I'm sorry to keep buggin' you, but...
you hear back from Major Crimes yet?
Oh, you that eager to get to Vancouver, eh?
Look, as charming as I am,
a referral, hardly worth it comin' from your dad.
It's better you earn this transfer on your own.
Yeah?
Alright.
Besides, with all this new affirmative action talk,
you got an edge anyhow.
- Hey, I'm gonna go shower. - Alright.
See you at the station.
We've been calling for days and nobody's getting back to us.
My niece, Reena, called us from the bus stop by Shoreline
and said she was coming home on Friday. And then nothing.
Yeah, I don't what to tell you. Alright, teenagers lie.
I know Reena was over at Seven Oaks that day,
and-and my sister found this in her room.
And it belongs to one of those girls.
Uh, she was also speaking to a boy on the phone that night.
Uh, I think I heard his name was Connor.
- We were... - 'Kay, hang on. Why was your daughter
hangin' around a foster home?
Was there trouble in the family?
Could you translate?
Manjit speaks English just fine.
You know, I-I-I get it from him. I wouldn't expect it from you.
- Raj. - What does that mean?
Forget it.
I can't believe I actually thought you guys would help.
And if you want our help, be a good idea not to mouth off to us.
Mouth off? Oh, I'm sorry. My niece is missing,
- and no one gives a damn about it! - Raj.
Thank you very much, ma'am.
Thank you, sir.
Another fuckin' Bic girl.
Hey, hey, excuse me?
Look, we're not tryin' to be unhelpful, okay?
Just tryin' to be honest with you.
We get a lotta "missing kids" around here, you know?
Usually, it's just girls,
just wastin' our resources while they're off skippin' school.
I don't think that's what this is.
Has she done this before?
Reena?
Has she ever run away?
Yes.
But she always tells me where she's going. She doesn't just disappear.
You mentioned a boy.
Connor?
Was that her boyfriend?
U-Uh...
Connor Fields is his name.
It's only after you leave that you notice the weirdness of Victoria.
The strange, storybook-like quality to the place.
You get into your old stash?
You clearly didn't check under the floorboards.
Tastes like shit, though.
You wanna walk out there? I go with you.
I never really understood why you like to do that.
Well, it's pretty normal to honor someone at the site of an accident.
I still take flowers sometimes.
Uh, I actually gotta get into town.
I was gonna ask if I could borrow your car.
Depends how much of that you've been smokin'.
- Where you goin'? - Seven Oaks.
I was just gonna talk to some of the girls there for the book.
Ah, Seven Oaks. Never thought I'd have to hear about that place again.
♪ Wish I could change the way that you feel ♪
♪ Standing with him you feel more real ♪
...sources tell us that they were from an exploding...
Gimme the fucking remote.
- Give her the fuckin' remote. - Bitch, sit down!
Shit.
- Fuck are you lookin' at? - Hi.
- Can I help you? - Hi, yeah. Uh...
Girls! Volume.
My name's Rebecca, and I was wondering
if I'd be able to talk to some of the girls here
- for a few minutes. - Who are you?
I'm, uh, a student, and I'm... writing an essay.
These girls are under government care. I can't have any outsiders in,
so I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.
Fuck.
Ma'am? Hi.
I would really appreciate
if I could just talk to them for five minutes.
- I-I'll be quick. - Martha?
- Yeah. - Where's the paper?
- What paper? - The newspaper, obviously.
We're worried about Reena.
We wanna see if there's anything in there about her.
- What's happened to Reena? - She's missing.
They haven't seen her since that party on Friday.
- Martha? - Yeah, I'm coming!
You're gonna have to excuse me a moment.
- Cool Marc Jacobs. - Oh.
Thank you.
Are you a pig?
- Do I look like a cop? - Don't be an idiot.
She just said she's doing something for school.
I just said that so I can get in here.
You can get away with a lot more when people don't take you seriously.
I'm writing a book.
- About what? - The misunderstood girls of Victoria.
- I've been doing some research. - Why did you come here?
Because I had a friend who used to live here when I was a kid.
Anyways, I'd love to talk to you guys if you're interested.
I'm gonna leave my number...
and you can call me... if you want to.
Wait.
You live in New York?
It's John Gotti, the mob boss from New York.
- Oh. - Mm-hm.
I wanna get out of here and go work for him.
They love women in the mob 'cause they never go to prison.
Hey, maybe I can come stay with you.
Yeah. Maybe.
Do you want... cigarettes?
Yeah.
You're just gonna steal my whole pack?
So, what do you do for fun?
- Party. - Yeah. Where do you party?
Do they still have that, um, warehouse on Cherry Street?
Cherry Street?
- You went there? - Yeah.
Does that make me old?
- I heard that place is pretty hardcore. - I have some stories.
We usually just go party at this guy Connor Fields's house.
And what were you saying about your friend, Reena?
You said she was missing. What happened to her?
I don't know.
It's not like I hang out with her.
I thought you said you saw her on Friday.
It's not a big deal.
Every time I miss a curfew,
they make a police report. Nothing happens.
- Girls are always "missing". - Bic girls.
What's a Bic girl?
It's what the cops call us.
Bics, like the lighters.
But why do they call you that?
'Cause we're disposable.
- What are you doing? - She doesn't wanna live here?
She doesn't have to.
Sajal can have her room if she wants to keep running away.
Where have you been? It's late.
I was walking. I can't sleep.
Suman...
I don't think we should be getting rid of her things.
I can't look at them anymore.
We gave her another chance after what she did
and look how she took it.
She couldn't even get through one dinner with us.
We can't give up on her.
Move.
- Hello? - Is Reena there?
Who is this?
Hello? Hello, who-who is this?
Do you know where Reena is?
Saanich Police, open up.
Fuck.
Connor Fields.
That's fragrant.
- Who you talkin' to in here? - Nobody.
Heard you talkin' to somebody.
Wanna ask him to step out here?
Givin' me cause here. You want me to come back with a warrant?
Fuck, fine. I...
I have an iguana, okay? His name's Steve, and...
I know it's not legal to have him,
- but I've been... - I don't give a shit, Connor.
Do you know where Reena Virk is?
- No. - I know she called you Friday.
She... your girlfriend? You guys sneakin' around a little?
No, she's not, she's not my type.
I think she just called me as, like, a dare or something, okay?
I'm goin' back inside.
I'll come with you. Take a look at what you got goin' in here.
Or maybe you just wanna talk to me a little bit more about Reena?
Why you gotta be askin' me about this, okay?
Everybody else saw.
Saw what, Connor?
I guess there was, like,
like, a fight... under the bridge.
And?
I don't... I thought they were just makin' shit up.
Okay? But this chick, Josephine, called me, and she said...
"C.M.C. is gonna make sure that I don't hear from Reena again."
What does that mean, Connor?
People are sayin' Reena might be "floatin' around somewhere."
- That's a rumor, obviously. - I don't know.
This kid's makin' it sound like a potential homicide.
"Sgt. Cam Bentland, Major Crimes."
Now, come on, Cam, alright? This is Victoria.
The kids here, maybe they get into a fight or two. I just don't see girls...
These kids saying they did this,
they call themselves "C.M.C.".
Wanna know what that stands for?
"Crip. Mafia. Cartel."
- Okay, Scott. - Dad, I'm sorry.
You think a bunch of 14-year-old girls are Crips?
I'm not fuckin' sayin' that!
I'm saying they're bragging about murdering another girl!
Jesus fuck.
I think we need to search the Gorge.
Okay. Cam?
You're not tryin' to do some cowboy shit
- to impress Vancouver PD, are you? - Dad...
Reena's been missing for three days.
Alright, look, if you wanna take this to the dive team,
you have my blessing.
But it's gonna be your name on the operations plan.
It's your rep.
Yeah.
Okay.
You better hope this girl's in the water, Cam.
Jehovah...
if I...
if I haven't seemed it...
know that I am here to serve you.
I come before you, humbled.
I know that you have had your reasons to test me.
Please allow Reena to see the errors of her ways.
Allow her to know her transgressions,
that she strayed from your light.
_
Please remind her...
...that she is blessed.
Remind her that we love her...
and that she loves us.
Please, let it...
let it not be too late, Jehovah.
_
Please, Jehovah, let it not be too late. Just...
...return her to us.
Please.
Found something!
Please return her back to me.
Please forgive her.
We found these in the Gorge.
Along with a, a pair of jeans.
I've... I think they're hers.
Thank you. This is helpful.
"Helpful"? What do you mean "helpful"?
Why was Reena's underwear off?
I don't know, but this is something to go on.
Uh, what does the police think happened?
Like they would tell us if they knew.
- We would. - Yeah, then tell me why is,
why is my daughter's underwear off?
It's too early to say.
Too early for who?
I'm sorry we don't have more right now.
Thank you, Mr. Virk, Mrs. Virk.
Suman, the police are involved now. Hm?
They will be helpful.
This is good, Suman.
They're going to find her.
- They're going to find her. - Manjit.
I think she's gone.
Ready to do this?
Here we go.
Does that look straight to you?
Josephine Bell.
Josephine Bell!
Girls? Names, please.
- Maya Longette. - And your name?
- Laila. - Please step this way.
Kelly Ellard, right?
Dusty Pace?
- Oy! Easy, easy! Hey, hey, hey. - Fuck, fuck! Get the fuck off me!
- The fuck? - We need to talk to you.
- Hey, easy. Just keep walking. - Hey. Hey!
- You Warren Glowatski? - Yes, sir.
- We have some questions for you. Come on. - Alright.
Aren't you gonna at least gimme some bracelets?
You better get me John Gotti's lawyer.
I don't think he's available.
Okay, listen. Don? Don! Can you process these people?
No one's been arrested!
Your daughters are not being charged.
Okay, we just wanna ask them a few questions. That's it.
I was out with some friends.
And then in the morning, somebody's fucking dead? I don't know.
Dad, can you come back, please? To Victoria?
Yeah, I know that, Mom.
But the lady's saying I'm supposed to have a parent present, s...
Don't even worry about it.
- Alright. - No luck, eh?
No.
Fuck, can you just get off my dick? I didn't have anything to do with it.
- He says... Kelly! - George! Kelly! Kelly!
Yeah, go be a fucking slut.
I told you she wasn't gonna come.
You got anybody else you can call?
Rebecca?
Saanich Police.
Hello?
Sir, I am asking you to please just fill out the form.
I do not need you to raise your voice at me.
- Hi, sir? - Yes? Yes?
Sorry, I'm here to pick up Josephine Bell.
Um, I'm just gonna need everyone to fill out one of these forms, one second.
Uh, Saanich Police. Can you please hold?
Uh, Josephine Bell is still waiting to be questioned
for a potential homicide.
Listen, I need everyone to fill out one of these forms. You as well, ma'am.
Sorry, I... Can I speak to her, please?
Are you her guardian?
Yes.
O-Okay, you can just talk to the constable that brought her in, okay?
Just the first desk on the left.
Sir, listen! Listen, I can't take any more questions
until you give consent...
...I can't. I'm sorry. There's nothing,
there's nothing more I can say. I need cooperation here.
I can't listen to each one of you speaking at the same time.
- Sir. Sir. - Yes?
Cam's an old friend of mine. She told me I can speak to Josephine.
Um... uh.
Fine. John, can you take this lady to processing?
No, no. You can't keep Kelly in here...
- Look, I understand... - No, no. Listen, Kelly is a good girl.
- She's never even missed curfew. - I don't doubt that that's true, ma'am.
- If... - Hey, Cam. You're gonna wanna see this.
Excuse me.
CCTV footage from the bus stop.
- Just got it. - Okay.
There's Reena.
There's the satellite.
What the hell?
It's even more kids than we thought.
Just wait.
Fuck are you looking at, bitch?!
Can you keep a secret?
It can't be.
Best day ever!
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