Burden of Truth

- Previously... - Nobody knows

how to make us better. She's spazzing!

We're the freaks now, the Twitching Girls of Millwood.

I am trying to land a job with Billy Crawford

and the city lawyer. If we're not onto something,

then why is someone following me?

The contamination's not coming from any of the four sites.

- Then where is it coming from? - The field itself.

Someone has buried toxic waste in this field.

You need to tell us where that container is going after it's been excavated.

Hang on!

We filed an Access to Information request

for the environmental records of Matheson Steel.

It's been ignored. We would ask that the court compel

Matheson Steel to comply with their statutory obligations.

To exonerate Matheson Steel

and its parents company, we're offering a detailed summary

of our disposal policy.

A carefully crafted corporate smokescreen.

I've written dozens of them. If Matheson Steel

has nothing to hide, then show us the files.

There's no proof that the barrels

taken from the athletic field belong to my client,

and if Miss Hanley and Mr. Crawford

would like access to my client's files,

they can make their allegations in a statement of claim.

Councillors, do you have sufficient evidence

at present to file a lawsuit against Matheson Steel?

The barrels were removed

from the field by a company contracted to Matheson Steel

at the direction of Ben Matheson.

- I was doing my civic duty. - Soil samples

taken from the field show traces of contaminants

including benzene, chlorine and methyl mercury.

Chemicals don't have fingerprints, your honour.

There's no way to trace them back to my client.

Perhaps not. But this particular grouping of chemicals

is consistent with the ones used in the manufacturing

of steel. My own daughter

is one of the girls with this illness.

If I thought for one second... I represent

the Matheson family in this matter.

Ben's father Henry regrets that he's

not able to attend, but on my client's behalf,

I request that the motion be denied.

Sustainable waste management

is very costly. I imagine one could save

upwards of hundreds of thousands of dollars

taking that waste and dumping it oneself.

Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Matheson?

I'm sorry.

This court denies your request.

If you want to get to discovery,

you need to file suit.

- You're killing our jobs! - Our kids are getting sick!

You're taking money out of our pockets!

- Matheson, I hope you rot in jail! - Hey, go to hell!

- That's enough, Jack. - Our kids are being poisoned!

- They did it to themselves! - Probably some kind

of drug overdose! Georgia's sick! She can barely

get herself out of bed! This has nothing to do with the mill!

It's the mill keeping this town alive!

- Wendy... - You made your own daughter sick.

- Hey! Get your hands off him! - I did not do this!

Come on. Let's do this the right way. OK?

- Easy, easy. Come on. - He's threatening me?!

Back up. Come on. That's enough.

- Molly! - Oh, Molly!

Hey, you OK?

Yeah. I just...

I couldn't get out of the way. It was like my brain

stopped talking to my body.

It's OK. Let's get you out of here.

Where's Luna? She said she'd be here.

She's not answering my texts.

Do you really think we can beat them?

- Yeah. - Then I'll do it.

I'll be your named plaintiff.

- Are you sure? - Yeah.

I'm so sick of feeling powerless.

Hiding the car keys? Real mature.

There was a thing at the courthouse that you just

made me miss! My car, my call.

There's no way I'm missing Kookum's birthday too.

What did I say, Luna?!

I don't care! I'll find a ride. The whole family

is gonna be there and we never get to see them.

I don't want you hanging out with them!

You don't know what it was like for me there.

How they treated me. It's ancient history, Mom.

They're different now.

People don't change, Luna.

My boss is gonna fire me!

"Your boss"?

She's not sticking around, you know. She's gonna

leave you high and dry. But you don't even know her!

Oh, I know her type.

OK. Listen.

Just come with me.

I'm sure Kookum wants you there.

If she'd have wanted me there,

she would have asked me herself.

Matheson's trying to bait us

into filing suit. They're hiding something.

No, they just know we don't have anything.

Yet.

Whoever ran us off the road

clearly wants us to stop digging.

- Yeah, we made someone nervous. - So we find who was driving

the truck, we find that someone.

Thank you for coming.

What's he doing here?

Millwood is my town,

and I won't see it rip itself apart.

We're capable of sorting out our differences on our own.

Ben has something he'd like to say to the two of you.

Ben. I'm gonna pay to clean up

the athletic field. Not the company.

Me, personally.

Is that an admission of guilt?

No.

I can't have people

thinking that I did this. This is my home.

We all know how important the mill is. The city accepts.

- What is the offer, exactly? - He's going to clean the field.

- In exchange for what? - You're gonna drop

all this nonsense. Drop the case?

That's right. It's time to move on.

Hey.

That was pretty crazy today. You OK?

Yeah, I can take a hit.

What's good?

Everything.

I just wanted to see if you were all right.

I'm good.

Maybe you shouldn't be back at work already.

Well, that's not how jobs work.

I haven't been back here in forever.

Not fancy enough for the Mathesons anymore?

Are you mad at me?

You were on the wrong side today.

My dad didn't do this. I'm sick too!

Dude, we stood there and watched them pull barrels

out of the field! That doesn't prove anything.

Whatever. Everyone knows he's guilty anyway.

He's not!

So tell your uncle to stop spreading lies.

Hi, Miss Evans. I called

for a pickup.

Two orders of chicken fingers.

One day, when all this is behind you,

you'll both have kids and you'll both be too tired

to do anything but bring home takeout chicken fingers.

It's nice to see you back at work.

No one else knows what you're going through.

No matter what, you're in this together.

- Hey. - Hey.

I had a chat with Pat Collins.

Still workin' off a cheat sheet, huh?

Just like high school. Huh.

Captain of the hockey team

teasing the slightly chubby A.V. nerd,

exactly like high school. Come on, you weren't that fat.

Oh, watch it, Crawford. I grew into my chubbiness.

What did Pat Collins have to say?

Well, his alibi for the night

you were run off the road checks out,

and he has a receipt for the sale of the truck to this place.

Let's see if it's legit.

Hey. You the owner?

Russ. You guys

here about the truck? Wondered if we could

take a look at your records,

ensure that the vehicle in question was scrapped.

Too good to get rid of. Figured I'd fix her up.

She's out back.

Quite the collection you've got.

Aw, man!

It was right here!

When was the last time you saw the vehicle?

- Days. A week, maybe. - You don't lock the yard up

after hours? Never had to.

Not 'til now.

Now what?

Apology pizza?

Does it come with apology garlic fingers?

I wish.

Luna, you can't just disappear on me like that.

I know. I'm sorry.

Molly's pissed at me too.

Where were you?

My mom hid the car keys.

Did she hide your cell phone too?

Usually she has a freak out, I ride it out and it passes.

You missed our motion hearing.

I know. I wanted to be there.

Did we win?

No, we didn't.

What was the fight about?

It's my kookum's birthday tomorrow.