Under the Bridge

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.

That's Connor Fields.

Is that who you're lookin' for?

No, it's just, um, Josephine just likes him.

Hey, I thought you were done with those Seven Oaks girls.

Still cool with Dusty.

listen, maybe it's-it's time

that you just focus on your family for a bit.

- 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.

Reena! Yo!

Get the fuck off my bed, you're gonna break it!

Fat bitch.

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.

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.