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Hey! What?

What's so funny?

Nothing, trust me.

Come on, tell me.
I could use a good laugh.

I'm reading a book
called States of Matter,

and there's a chapter

on thermodynamics
and statistical mechanics.

- Okay...
- Here's how it opens.

"Ludwig Boltzmann
spent most of his career

"studying statistical mechanics.

"He died in 1906
by his own hand."

- Uh.
- Okay?

"Paul Ehrenfest,
carrying on his work,

"died similarly in 1933.

"Now it is our turn
to study statistical mechanics."

Never too late
for a paternity test.

There's an extra place setting.

Yeah. Are we expecting company?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, we are.

- Something's up.
- Yeah. You're right.

There's a vibe in here.

- A dark and troubling vibe.
- Look at him.

That's the shirt he wears
for press conferences.

He's brushed his hair.

She seems eager
to make an impression.

- No. No, she's not.
- Please, no.

No, you can't.

Yes, kids, your mother
is coming for brunch.

No. How did this happen?

She texted me out of the blue
last night.

She asked, "How are the kids?"
And I said, "Kids are good.

"Coming over
for brunch tomorrow."

And then she responded,

"Brunch sounds like fun.
See you at 11."

It's fine. It's fine.
Let's just brainstorm.

What can we say to
make her turn the car around?

Or maybe it's easier if we
just block the road into town?

I... might have an idea
why she's coming.

When I was undercover
in that rehab facility

I had to do
this group therapy session

and totally by accident

I had a breakthrough about
how Mum made me the way I am.

- Mm-hm.
- Keep talkin'.

So, I may have unloaded
years of pent up frustration

on her voicemail, blaming her

for making me incapable
of allowing myself to love.

Oh. Well.

- That's just wonderful!
- Not your finest hour, honey.

I had a breakthrough.

I am not in the headspace

for Mum's unique blend
of self-pity, narcissism

and inappropriate necklines.

You think I'm looking forward
to seeing her?

This neglectful lady

still endured 11 hours
of excruciating labor for Henry,

and emergency C-section
for Louise.

- How do you know that?
- I know everything.

Maybe her being here
will make us

actually face some of the stuff
we never talk about.

Dysfunction
thrives in the dark

and dies in the sunlight.

Another thing
I learned from group therapy.

You were in rehab for six hours

pretending to be
a drug addict named Claire.

Excuse me,
it was a profound experience.

Even if we pretend that's true,

that is not relevant to me -
I don't keep secrets.

Oh, really?

How about
continuing an investigation

of a potential homicide
from a million years ago

without my consent?

You what?
Why didn't you tell me?

I don't know what either
of you are talking about

and how did you know?

You think Szczepkowski
can keep a secret?

Kid's about as hard to read
as Goodnight Moon.

So, what do you have
to say for yourself?

I refuse to apologise
for investigating a murder.

You remember the day that I gave
you your detective shield?

You go behind my back again

and see how fast I can
rewind that heartwarming movie.

Technically,
Louise gave me my shield.

Well, either Nadia blew a fuse
or that's the universe

telling us to stop
with all this honesty.

Sometimes it's
good to rip off the band-aid.

I'll tell you another thing
I learned in therapy.

You can't start healing
until you start feeling.

Are you just repeating things

you saw on motivational
posters at the rehab?

No. I got that one from a mug.

I had motivational poster
in my room as a small child.

It said "Life is hard."

It was my favourite poster.

Nadi, could you please
just give us a minute here?

We're actually dealing
with something. Okay?

Just came in to tell you
the power is out,

so the brunch
I have been cooking all morning

will be delayed, but okay.

Okay.

Well, I'm starving.

I'm gonna head outside
and eat some almonds.

Why does he have to go outside
to eat almonds?

You think I have
a copy of his manual?

Look, all I'm saying is that

I think we were all messed up
by her leaving.

You guys
maybe even more than me.

Marci asked
if you could stand

being the second most
important person in her life

and you've
totally given up on her.

No, actually,
I sent her child a gift

and I refuse to call her

until I receive
a hand-written thank-you note.

And you are scared
to let the guy you actually like

know you like him.

You are so annoying!
I do not like Carson!

Interesting.
I never said his name.

I would never date another cop
and he's freshly divorced.

Oh, sweetheart, come on,
that sounds like an excuse

because you're afraid
of getting hurt.

- Boom.
- Oh, I'm afraid to get hurt?

Anytime anyone says anything

that hurts your feelings
even a tiny little bit

you get all sullen and sulky
and completely shut down.

I do not.

Every time you fought with Mum

you couldn't take
any criticism from her.

Let's be honest,
that's got to be

at least part of the reason
why you guys got divorced.

That's not why we got divorced.

I'm not saying it was the only
reason. I'm just saying...

She only had one reason.

- What reason was that?
- You want another breakthrough?

You know
the relationship with Frank

that started maybe
a year after we got divorced?

Well, guess what? It didn't.

What do you mean?

They'd been seeing each other
for at least a year

while we were still married.

She left because
she fell in love with him.

I made her promise
not to go public with it

to save us all the humiliation.

There.
Is that honest enough for you?

Everybody healed now?

I don't know what to say.

Henry, you say something.

Huh? Oh, I already knew that.

- What?
- What?

For how long?

One night
she went out for milk...

...when we already had milk.

Then a week later she said
she was running to the store,

so I followed her across town

to a house with
a front-facing window.

Didn't see everything,

but I can assure you,
I saw enough.

Oh, buddy.

I thought I was the only one
who knew.

Do you know how hard it was
to pretend not to see the clues?

She knew none of her tells.

Like when she was lying,

she use to twirl her hair
with her finger.

- And the pauses!
- Such long pauses!

You could bake a pie
in those pauses.

It's a huge relief
to know that you knew.

Yeah. It's a relief to me too.

No, you guys do not get to bond
over keeping this from me.

We shared a family secret

that gave us
a point of connection.

This is literally
what you asked for.

No! I did not ask to be betrayed
by a secret-keeping betrayer!

I halfway get
why he didn't tell me

but we're supposed to be a team!

It is like in season one of 24,

Jack Bauer
knows who is the mole

but keeps the rest of CTU
in the dark.

Sweetheart, do you mind?

We're having
a family conversation here.

What?

It's the office.

Hey. It's my...

What do you mean?

Someone blew up
the electrical substation.

What?!

How did the fire department
find out before me?

Okay, just... We're on our way.

Come on. You guys follow me.

Oh, no.
You guys can ride together.

You can discuss
all the other family secrets

you've been keeping from me.

It'll be like a fun car game.

Louise!

Oh, God, your mother!

Nadia's going to kill me

if I tell her she has
to deal with that woman alone.

- You do it.
- Absolutely not.

You're not the only one
who's scared of her.

After that
bone-headed thing I said

about having
a family discussion?

I'm taking my life
into my hands. Come on!

Okay. I'll do it if you let me
drive and control the radio.

You follow cars too closely,
look at your phone

and you listen
to terrible music.

I do not listen
to terrible music.

These are my terms.

Deal.

Nadia?

Nadia left.

She took the Mustang.

Oh.

I... I still get to drive.

Well, well, well, boys,

the EVPD finally graces us
with their presence.

Coffee break run long?

Not really in the mood

for 'cops vs. firefighters'
today, Flanagan.

Yeah? Why's that?
Aviators get scratched?

Busy weekend busting jaywalkers?

Someone swiped the last cinnamon
roll from the break room?

At least we're not a bunch of
divorced middle-aged volunteers!

- Jeez. You really took it there.
- Yeah.

Sorry. I've had a tough morning.

Your daughter's giving
me nothing today, Hickman!

Just a second...

Please
leave a message after the tone.

Nadi, it's me again.

Check that the tires on the
Mustang are properly inflated.

And that the brake lights work

and use 91 octane
if you have to fill it up.

And...
just call me back, please.

Please call me back.

What about you, Henry?
You gonna give me the business?

I have nothing but respect
for firefighters.

You're a vital part
of our community.

But, yeah...

The way you put
your lives on the line.

You won't hear me
offering a word of criticism.

Henry, traditions matter.
Say something mean.

But not too mean.

Alright, what happened here?

Intruders came from the west,
cut a hole in that fence.

They blew the transformer

with a high-impact
homemade explosive.

- Took down the whole grid.
- Wow. What a mess.

We have a possible footprint.

It's obscured
by the explosion's residue.

Hey, Hanrahan?

It's Flanagan.

No, I know.

I'm comically demeaning you

by pretending
to misremember your name.

You know,
'cause you're saying...

It's not funny
if you have to explain it.

Yeah,
that's why it's not funny.

Did you want something?

Yes. I need
your dry powder extinguisher.

It's a boot.

Doc Martens.
I'd know it anywhere.

From my years
on the streets of Seattle.

I was kicked in the face
more than once.

Does that surprise anyone?
Anyone?

Woman's size 6.

Hey, Hanrahan!

We're not doing that anymore.

Oh, yes, we are. It's our thing.

Alright, we're looking
for a woman, everybody!

So am I.

Of course you can't.

- My cell signal's gone.
- Yeah, mine too.

Hey, anyone there?

The cell tower's been bombed!

- My angel.
- My heart.

No second thoughts?

My second thoughts

are exactly the same
as my first thoughts.

You have
an arrogant little body.

I love how your compliments
make no sense.

- You make me so itchy.
- In a good way?

Come back to bed
and I'll show you.

No time, baby.
We got a busy day ahead.

You know our power's out

Mmm. Imagine that.

Baby, let's get wild.

I agree. When I was out
on my boat this morning...

Without service I have no GPS.

Do you have any maps?

Sorry, honey.

Just the treasure maps
on the back of the kids menu.

- Then only large coffee to go.
- Okay.

With the power out, it's about
as hot as a baby's bathwater.

But it'll do ya.

Kathy, do you know
which is road to Vancouver?

I am going to visit my cousin.

Okay, so what you want to do
is, you want to go on Highway 2

and then pick up I-5 in Everett
and go all the way up.

What's the occasion?

Big Hank and I had big fight.

- Oh.
- Only verbal.

He did not beat me with stick,
if that's what you are thinking.

Well, jeez, no I wasn't.

I'm sure you guys
will work it out.

Say, if I give you money

will you pick me up some
smoked fish while you're there?

Between you and me...

I may not come
back this way again.

So...

Kathy, it was nice
to come in here each day

and have you talk at me.

I think you mean talk with me.

That must be what I meant.

- There you go, honey.
- Thank you.

Please, keep problem
with Hank to yourself.

Gladys.

You are not gonna believe
what she just told me.

Got you a chair.

Hey. Carson.
What are you doing here?

It's... the only way

to keep in close contact
with the department.

Outages are County wide.

Entire digital toolkit's
offline.

It's like we've been thrown back
to the stone age.

Or at least to
19th century Whitechapel.

Jack the Ripper! Yes!

- I'm obsessed with that case.
- You and me both.

Okay, obvious question -

do you believe
it was really Kosminski?

Well,
we know it wasn't Saunders.

- Oh, yeah! Obviously.
- Right?

I was talking to him first.
Get your own friends.

Okay, everybody,
settle down, listen up.

Cell tower was the same M.O.
as the power substation.

High impact explosive.

We think it's related
but we need more.

Bradley, what'd you find out
from people in the vicinity?

Yeah. I got a witness.

Leonard Jensen,
feed store manager.

"I was coming home from the
flea market over at Appleton.

"I go real early on Sundays
to get the gold.

"Like, one morning I bought
a lamp shaped like a giraffe,

"where you pull the tongue
to turn it on."

Maybe just skip to the part
about where he saw the person?

Yeah.

"I was coming over the hill as
this woman was running away.

"I couldn't see her face but
she was wearing a khaki jacket

"and dark red combat boots.

"Maybe Doc Martens?

"I got a pair
of dark green ones myself.

"Picked 'em up at the flea
market over at Appleton.

"Real early."

- Got the shoe right.
- Alright, nice job.

There it is.
There's the pattern.

First power,
then communications.

So, what's the angle?
What are they after?

What's the connection? Come on.

- Szczepkowski, what?
- What?

No. Nothing.

I just... What if it's the bank?

There's usually
a Sunday drop of money

that would be
waiting for Monday pickup.

And the alarm system
uses electric and wifi

so if both were knocked out
it would be easier to rob

and I feel like
I've been talking for so long.

Good thinking,
Officer Szczepkowski!

Very good! Let's secure
that bank right now!

Wait! Dad!

We have something
much bigger to talk about.

Louise,
this is not the time or place.

We need to find these people
and get that cell tower running,

so I can get
in touch with Nadia.

I'm talking about the fact

that there's no way
for people to report a crime.

Right. Right.

Our people are vulnerable
and isolated

and they need a way
to communicate with us.

I got an idea, Chief.

Troop 27, this is exactly
what we've been training for.

You've each been
issued a walkie talkie.

You're our eyes and ears.

You will keep evenly spaced
throughout town

and report suspicious activity
and distress calls.

You will keep channels clear
and report back to base.

You will succeed
in your mission.

I can't hear you!

Ma'am, yes, ma'am!

Alright, I'm gonna
take the front of the bank

with Officer Ray
who will monitor the walkies.

Henry, Louise,
I want you to take the back.

Bradley, Szczepkowski,

keep the streets and sidewalks

clear of rubber neckers
and lookie-loos.

Okay.
I don't know what those are.

Me neither, but I got your back.

Alright, everybody ready?
Stay sharp, let's go.

You know banks are just private
casinos for the ultra rich?

They gamble with your money
and they profit

off their customers'
naivety and confusion.

You'll never guess
where I keep my money.

Go on.

- You're not going to guess?
- No.

How are you walking so fast?

I cover 30% more ground
with every step.

- Would you stop?
- What?

Clearly there's a frost
between us.

I think an apology is in order.

Yeah. Absolutely.

Whenever you're ready.

You're...

You seriously are waiting
for me to apologise to you?

You talking about
what Marci said in front of Dad

was a total breach of trust.

Really. If I can't trust my
own sibling, who can I trust?

- Uh...
- Shh!

I forgive you.

You know who I don't trust?

The banks!

That's why I keep my money
in my suitcase.

Damn it! I wanted you to guess!

- Uh-oh.
- What?

I just fell in love
with you again.

That guy's outa line.

I don't like the way
he's looking at us.

Should I manually correct
his expression?

Not today. That'd be bad luck.
Plus he's got sad eyes.

Baby, your soul
makes my shoes fit funny.

Thank you, folks!
Keep it moving.

Thanks, guys.

What's going on, officers?

It's just a precautionary
measure, folks.

Thanks for your cooperation.

The traffic lights are out all
over town, so drive carefully.

Thanks for keeping us safe, sir.

'Sir'. That felt nice.

- Yeah, he was really friendly.
- Really friendly.

Smells a little musty in here.

You're being rude to our host.

This place is cute as hell.
Reminds me of my grandma's.

Sorry for the intrusion and all,

but would you kindly
direct us to your jewellery?

Ahh!

- Now we gotta look for it.
- Practice your patience, babe.

We won't find it
if you lose focus.

You know
what could help me focus?

Later. When we're finished.

Start looking.

Nothing to report on this end.

All clear here.

My mum
said her friend Kathy said

Chief Hickman's girlfriend
got mad and drove to Vancouver

and might never come back.

Uh...

Permission
to give you a hug, sir...?

Permission denied.

Mayday! Mayday!

Bleeding woman approaching.

Appears to be between...

40 and 80 years old?

So it was a male and a female.

Their faces were covered,
and one was wearing red boots.

And they had a tone
I didn't appreciate.

They tore through my jewellery box
like wild animals.

- What did they take?
- A necklace.

Can you describe it?

It was long, circular,
fastened at the back.

- Could you be more specific?
- No.

I have a photo.

Now that Nadia's gone,
it's gonna be me.

Very old, very alone
with a very dead dog.

I heard that!

Your partner is very rude.

You don't have to tell me.
He's my father.

Hmm. Where did you get this?
Do you remember?

Pawn shop. They have
all kinds of treasures there.

And cheap pieces

of worthless, gaudy
costume jewellery, apparently.

Why would somebody
take your terrible necklace

and not what I can only assume
is your dead husband's Rolex?

Oh!
Your partner's very rude too!

You don't have to tell me.

He's my son.

Everything okay
between you and Henry?

Oh, you know.
It's not a big deal.

I just found out this morning

he kept a secret from me
our whole lives

that changes everything I
thought I knew about my family.

Oh, okay, good, then.
No big deal.

Yeah. Just never felt more
betrayed in my whole life.

It's literally nothing.
A piffle.

I'm sorry.

I should not be dragging you
into family drama vortex.

I am absolutely down
to enter the vortex.

You know, when I was a kid
I had an imaginary friend.

His name was Caspian.

Mostly he hung around

while I built my Legos
and model airplanes.

I used him as a sounding board
for my sci-fi stories,

and he was someone who I
could tell knock-knock jokes to.

His name was Caspian?

The point is,
I had to make up a friend

because I was an only child.

My mum's long gone, my dad
checks on me once a year

to see if any repairs
need doing,

but I never had a meaningful
conversation with him.

You and your Dad and Henry,

underneath everything
have a real closeness.

I can tell.

You're still just trying
to find your way back there.

I'd do anything
to be in your shoes.

But where did you come up
with the name Caspian?

Your faces say it all.

Here to buy a kit
for your little rugrats?

Oh, yeah,
we're looking for instruments

for each of our
four beautiful children.

- We're starting a family band.
- Oh.

Actually, only
three of them are beautiful.

Caspian's
eyes are too far apart.

Kids at school
call him Hammerhead.

Cries himself to sleep
every night.

Tears roll just past his ears.

We're yanking your chain,
Lester.

I'm Lou Hickman. Big Hank's kid.
And this is Detective Carson.

Louise!
I haven't seen you in years!

Yeah. We're
here about your stolen guitar.

Ah. Brand-new acoustic.

She just grabbed it and
ran out to her partner outside.

Did you notice
anything unusual about them?

Do you consider kissing unusual?

- They kissed you?
- No, they kissed each other.

A friendly peck
or something more?

It was like they were
trying to merge into one.

Lou, it's Lily! Come in, Lou!

We have a report
of a kidnapped baby!

I was working out in my garage,

when these creeps came in

and they swiped my baby
right from her tank.

You keep your child in a tank?

What? No.

It's my snake.

Oh. Hmm.

Sh... She's my everything.

I know how you feel, sir.

I am also dealing
with a heavy loss today.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah.

- What? Death in the family?
- No.

His girlfriend's mad at him
and he wants to call her.

Oh.

Can I see
a picture of your snake?

Sure.

This is her.

- She's beautiful.
- Thank you.

She looks just like you.

Cheap jewellery,
a guitar and a snake.

What the hell is going on here?

We have two suspects so far,
male and a female.

A regular modern day
Bonnie and Clyde

who seem to be
really, really into each other.

Which must be so nice.

Dad.

Um...

None of the places they hit

are connected by
any kind of alarm system.

So, all we have are three
apparently unrelated thefts.

A snake, a guitar,
and a worthless necklace.

So...

How are these
three things connected?

What are these two after?

Okay, this is my favourite part,
where one of my team

jumps up and says,
"Hey, I got it!"

Let's forget about the board
for a second.

Let's go back to the beginning
of this whole thing.

What other reason
would anyone have

to knock out power
and cellular communications?

No cell service, no power.
No tower, no signal.

No power, no battery charge.

No tracking!

What does that say to you?

Oh, yeah. Um...

You know, I think
we're thinking the same thing

but you say your thing first.

- Ankle monitors.
- Monitor, ankle monitors!

Yes. Same here.
Great minds, right?

That's what I'm talking about!
Ankle monitors. Of course!

So now we need
to access the database

to find out
who's on house arrest.

Lily, what do we have
in the way of hard copies?

I only have hard copies
of the fingerprint log,

the mugshot book

and also my own
personal collection

of the crime scene photos
greatest hits.

Oh.

House arrests all run through
the County Sheriff's office.

Carson? Got a name for us?

Well, if I could sync up

to the centralised
monitoring system

and cross-reference
with our criminal database

I'd be able to pull up
detailed profiles with...

For God's sake,
forget about your stupid toys!

Look at me and focus.

The info is in there somewhere.

We're looking for a couple.

An inseparable duo
with unmistakable attraction.

They aren't
just partners in crime,

they're partners in love.

And they are...

There was a guy on
house arrest from Deer Creek

who was cooking meth
with his girlfriend!

Yes! I remember them!

Where is it? Where is it?

Here!

Amber Hodges.

Multiple arrests for possession,
intent to distribute,

a couple of stints
for assault, car jacking.

Lucas Miller.

Possession, couple of B & Es,
nothing too heavy.

What's the end game?

The systems will be back
online in a few hours.

Why go to all this trouble
for a random crime spree?

Can't be random.
There has to be a pattern.

Here's a good place to start -
their last known address.

Royal Apartments in Deer Creek.

She's got skills,
there's no question.

It's almost admirable.

You know, there are so many
highly explosive ingredients

in common beauty products

that many states have considered
banning hair salons

from performing both
manicures and hair colourings

at the same site

to make them
less attractive robbery targets

for would-be bombers.

You won't even banter?

That was banter?

You're not even talking!

And you never don't talk.

How could you keep me
in the dark for 20 years?

I thought we
told each other everything.

Do you have any idea
how much it sucks

to find out that
you kept that secret from me?

Well, we don't have to talk

if you're more comfortable
in stony silence.

You think I hid
Mum's affair from you

'cause it was such a joy

to hold onto
that kind of information?

Then why wouldn't you tell me?

When I saw them together,

I bought myself
a lifetime supply

of resentment
for my own mother.

I hated her.

And I hated hating her.

And I knew
if you knew what I knew,

you would hate her too.

And I didn't
want you to hate her.

I felt it was my duty
to protect you from that.

You were only eight.

You shouldn't have seen that.

I'm sorry you felt like you
had to carry it all on your own.

But given the choice, I would've
wanted to know the truth.

Trust me,
I hated her plenty anyway.

You knew the truth and
you got to deal with it then.

But now I have to deal with it
all over again.

Probably
have to go back to therapy.

Again, you were there
for one afternoon.

I apologise.

I forgive you.

Also...

I never told you this, but...

...that one time
after family dinner

when I had to go back
and get my jacket,

when I walked in,

I saw Dad
having sex with Nadia.

He was naked and she was not.

Ohh!

You could've kept
that one to yourself forever.

Gaw!

Hey. Look at this.

She's due in court tomorrow
for sentencing.

Ma'am, could you
put the weapon down?

We'd like to
ask you a few questions.

Maybe we let me
question the small child.

Hi, sweetheart,

do you know the people
who live in that apartment?

Amber and Lucas.
They're my friends.

That's nice. Do you remember
the last time you saw them?

Amber came over this morning

and said it was
super-duper important

to borrow something
from me to wear.

So I borrowed her
my cat ears headband.

She wanted to
borrow something from you?

Those are the words she used?

Thank you.

The necklace was old,

the guitar is new...

The cat ears are borrowed...

That snake was blue.

We need to check out
all churches in the area.

Dear beloved,
we are gathered here today

to join Amber and Lucas
in holy matrimony.

- Wait for it...
- Wait for what?

The exchange of vows.
I'm not a monster.

Takes me back
to my wedding day with Dennis.

Me fussing with his tuxedo,
him fussing with mine.

We weren't criminal perpetrators
but we were in love.

That's beautiful, Sarika.

And I vow to be
your partner in crime

to protect you, to love you,

and to always
pay your bail money.

Amber, just like this ring,

you've got me wrapped
around your finger.

And just like this snake, I want
you wrapped around my body.

And I now
pronounce you man and wife.

You may now kiss your...

Conjugal visits.

What?

Amber is facing long-term
jail time tomorrow.

The state of Washington
doesn't allow conjugal visits

unless the prisoner is married.

Ah, good catch.

Okay, go! Go, go, go!

- Go!
- Okay!

- Congratulations.
- Aw, thanks, honey.

- Hey, come on.
- Alright, alright.

Oh, my God.

Kids.

Learn from me.

Whether by nature or nurture
or just plain old dumb luck,

we all sing versions
of the same sad song.

Do yourselves a favour.
Pick a different tune.

Do you understand
what he's saying?

No.

I'm saying that I'm an idiot

and I may have blown it
with the woman that I love.

But it's not genetic.
It's reversible.

It's all reversible.
Being a dumbass is reversible.

Being a romantic coward
is reversible.

Being afraid
to take a leap of faith

with the person that you love

that's reversible at any time.

As long as that time
is right now.

- I'll...
- See you later.

You have a curl
falling onto your forehead

which means you've been
too preoccupied to fix it.

You've got
something on your mind?

I'm here
to apply for the position

of the second most important
person in your life.

Hi.

- You seem out of breath.
- Yeah.

And I drove here,
so that's weird.

Okay. I'm just gonna
come out and say it.

Uh...

I think you and I...

Well, we have...

Hey, babe,
your food's getting...

Oh. Hi! Lou, right?

Right.

Gina? Is that...?

Wow! You look different.

Did you do something
to your... teeth?

- What?
- I don't know.

Just looks like a different...
shade or something.

What are you guys having?

Oh, since the power's out,

we're just using the rest
of the milk and eggs

before they go bad, so...

- I'm making some pancakes.
- Pancakes?

Pancakes! Great! Mmm.

Mmm.

I thought that you guys had...

We were. I mean we still are,
technically. We're just...

- We're making a fresh start.
- Right.

- Take two!
- Whoa!

Ah! That's a wrap!
Not for you guys, though.

- Yeah.
- Um...

I just came here to tell...
Detective Carson

that everything's gonna be
up and running soon

and all your fancy devices
will work again.

So...

Thank you coming over to
my house just to tell me that.

And thank you...

for stopping by.

You're... thanking yourself?

Yes, I am.

Yeah. Gotta be your own
number-one supporter.

- Oh!
- Ah!

I did that.

So, thank you, Louise.

And... you're welcome, Louise.

I bid you... a good night.

Goodbye.

Bye.

Hey Lily,
can you notify traffic control

there's a vehicle with
Washington vanity plates GINA92

parked recklessly close to a
fire hydrant at 15 Maple Street.

They probably want to send
someone to issue a ticket.

I was not sure you
would figure out where I was.

Well, it took me a while,
I'll admit.

In my defence,

somebody blew up a cell tower
and a power station

and then I heard
this weird rumour

about you heading to Vancouver
to visit a cousin?

Then why did you
not go to Vancouver?

Any news that travels that fast
has to be Kathy-coloured gossip.

And I reckon that you
whispered something in her ear,

throw me off the scent.

And...

I decoded your little note.

"You won't stop me this time."

"This time".

Hmm?

This diner? Twede's Cafe.

This is where you were heading
when we first met.

I pulled you over for speeding.

Your last stop on the tour of
your favourite American TV spots.

How great is this, anyway?

I mean, not exactly as weird
as I'd thought it would be.

But, uh...

kind of weird
how not weird it is.

Why did you bother coming?

Did you finish
family conversation?

Hickman family business
is your business.

Because you are my family.

At least I want that to
be the case, permanently.

And, boy,
that sounded threatening. Um...

What I mean is
I want to ask you this question.

Not a question, um...

It's like a proposal.

Well, actually it is a proposal.

Nadia, I'm proposing.

Nadia, will you marry me?

I say yes.

Yes?

Let's go home.

Wait, wait, wait.

There we go.

What's the matter with you?
You don't look so hot.

Man trouble?

I'm fine.

Making me remove my ring
on my wedding day.

That's cruel.

Sorry. Rules.

That's okay.

I won't be down today.

I did what I did
because I dreamed of being

the first woman in my family
to have a real wedding.

And to be eligible
for conjugal visits.

Amen to that.

I better get
my necklace back too.

Took forever to track it down.

It belonged to my grandma
before she pawned it.

Her boyfriend gave it to her
the day he disappeared.

Pretty fancy taste
for a bus driver.

Your grandmother's boyfriend was
a bus driver who disappeared?

Yeah.

Weird move to give someone
an inscribed necklace

then ghost them the same day.

Grandma Jean
even reported it to the cops.

But they treated her
like a rambling drunk.

Not that I really blame them.

Mum always said

that Grandma Jean
could never hold her liquor.

Or accept
when she'd been dumped.

Are those the married couple's
personal effects?

Yeah, why?

Sam, do you remember that
old police report you found?

The one where the lady
reported her boyfriend missing

and the police
didn't believe her?

Yeah. That bus driver.
Valentine's Day, 1987.

The day he
gave her this necklace.