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***

- Lemme guess,
you're minutes away.

- Uh, yeah, I'm
trying. Uh, but...

the traffic in this city
gets worse every day.

Hey, buddy! This
ain't a parking lot!

- Shade. I called you
on your house phone.

- Oh.

fifteen minutes ago.

:
I'll see you soon.

- That was pathetic.

- Everyone's a critic.

- For pete's sake! Yeah,
I told you, I'm on my way--

Oh, sorry. Yeah,
this is Mr. Shade.

Dr. Plummer?
What test results?

- That's for me.

Aren't you late?
You should haul butt, huh?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, hi, this is,
uh... Don Shade.

- Look at it, it's magnificent.
You ever been inside?

- Last year, for a concert.

- As in Arcade Fire.
- Ah!

- Closest I ever got

to classical music was
dating an oboe player.

Talk about a
great set of lungs.

: Now you just
blow your own horn.

***

- Antoine Tremblay.
- Angie Everett.

This is my partner,
Matt Shade.

- Wunderkind conductor
of the Ontario Symphony!

I've read all about you!
- We can't believe

everything we read. Or see.

Which is why I called you.

- I need you

to find my fiancée,
Laura Caspary.

She's the love
of my life.

- Have you filed a missing
persons' report with the police?

- No point. They
won't listen to me.

- Because Laura has
been dead for a year.

- ** I see you and you see me

* Watch you blowin' the lines
when you're makin' a scene *

* Oh boy, you've got to know

* What my head overlooks

* The senses will show
to my heart *

* When it's watching for lies
'cause you can't escape my *

- * Private Eyes
They're watching you *

* Private Eyes

* They're watching you,
watching you, watching you *

* Watching you *

***

- I met Laura when
she came to the orchestra.

She played first violin.

In the beginning, we tried
to deny our feelings.

Office romances
can be difficult.

But, um...
we fell in love.

- And got engaged.
- The last night I saw her,

we went to our favorite
restaurant. I got

an emergency call.
I had to come back

to fill in for the Pops
conductor, who was sick.

- I never saw her again.

Next day, I get
a call from the police.

They said she went sailing.
Her boat was found

washed up on shore.
I couldn't believe it.

- I can understand that.
- No, I mean, Laura would not

have gone sailing
by herself. At night?

During a storm?
That's crazy!

- I remember hearing about this
in the news. The police said--

- I don't care! They
never found her body.

- But it's been a year.
- I never stopped hoping.

And then, yesterday,
it happened.

I saw her.

- I was looking out my office
window, when I saw her

cross the street.

- For a second,
I couldn't

believe my eyes.
So I took a picture.

By the time I got
to the sidewalk,

she disappeared.
But... look...

- That's her blue
scarf. I know it.

That's not a ghost.

That's Laura!

- Poor guy. It's enough

to break your heart.
- You think he's
imagining things?

- No! I think he truly believes
that he saw his fiancée.

- His dead fiancée.

- There is that.

- Those headlights
behind us have been
there for a while now.

- You think we're
being followed?

- Aw, forget it. All
this talk about ghosts

has just got
my nerves on edge.

You know, it's probably no
coincidence that Antoine's

sighted Laura right around
the one-year anniversary

of her death.
- Yeah.

Sometimes you want something
so bad, you just can't believe

it's not there.
- Yeah.

- Wouldn't hurt to talk
to the police, though.

Get the official download. I'll
tell Maz to put the coffee on.

Homicide
investigates all fatalities,

even accidents.

But you already knew
that. Unless, of course,

there's some reason--
- There isn't!

- Have you guys even seen each
other since--
- No.

- But things aren't--

- Your word.

Nolan and I are
both adults. In fact,

it'll be good to see him again.
- Sing it, sister!

***

- Angie.

- Depends what you have in mind.

- Of course, you're...
working a case.

- Sort of. If you've
got a minute...

- We can go to someone else.

- Laura Caspary. She went out
sailing about a year ago.

- And never came back.

- Yeah, it was a high profile
case. My team handled

the investigation.
Who's your client?

- Antoine Tremblay.
Laura's fiancé.

- And Antoine wants you to...
- Find Laura.

- No. Her!

- He claims he saw her
yesterday. Alive.

- And you're taking
this man's money?
- We just wanted to know

if there was any way th--
- No. No way.

Laura Caspary took her sailboat
out alone and a storm hit.

Few days later, her boat
washed up on the rocks,

broken, bloodstained,
just outside of Cobourg.

Coroner's official report was
that she got hit by the boom

and fell overboard.

- Not unusual. It's a big lake.
- Had Laura ever gone out

sailing alone before?
At night

- Doesn't matter,
she did, that night.

- The best thing you can do

for your client is tell him
to move on with his life,

OK? Not every love story

has a happy ending.

***

- Yeah, never better.

- Listen, if you wanna
talk about it...

- Rain check. I'm gonna...
call it an early night.

We'll hit it fresh
in the morning.

: OK.

***

***

- Goat intestines,
sheep entrails...

Also, donkey membranes.
: On second thought...

- And then they stretch them
and twist them into strings

for instruments.
- Which brings us to violins.

- And Laura. OK,
now I understand.

- Sorry. Wikipedia is
like Satan's candy for me.

Anyway, Laura's Ameechee
page went dark the day

she disappeared. Ditto on
the credit cards, cell phone,

yada yada.

- Her mother is alive, but
currently has a front row seat

in God's waiting room.

The Sunland Rest Home.
- Oh.

- From her old posts,
the only buds Laura had were

fellow musicians, and
nobody else has come forward.

- Except our client. And as much
as it pains me to admit it,

I think Nolan may be
right; it is kinda cruel

to give Antoine false hope.
- What about what he said

about her sailing trip? How
she'd never go out at night?

Or into a storm?
- Well, it does sound strange,

I'll admit, but...
the bottom line is,

we don't have any evidence
that this woman is still alive.

- She is.
- What, so now

you're sipping the Kool
- Not Laura.

- This woman. Look,
she's not even walking.

She's actually stopped
on the sidewalk. Almost as if

she's looking over
at the concert hall.

- Maybe she's lost.
- Or a tourist.

- Or maybe she knows
someone in the building...

or in the orchestra.
Someone who could identify her.

- No. I mean, maybe.

- No, maybe she does look a
little like Laura. But, honey,

put me in a red wig and
sunglasses and so would I.

- Not a toy.

- Just that they
were in love.

Everyone could see it
before they did.

- This photograph was taken
yesterday, just outside.

Do you recognize this woman?

- You think she
looks like Laura?

- Yes, actually.

And Laura used to always
wear a blue scarf, but...

obviously that can't be
her. I mean, Laura's dead.

- Thanks.

***

- I remember
that blue scarf.

: That poor, dear man.

- They say time
heals all wounds,

but don't you believe
them. In fact, I heard...

I probably shouldn't...
- Oh, it's... just us girls.

- Rumour has it he's still
paying rent on her apartment.

- It's like he's keeping

a shrine
to a dead woman.

Isn't it romantic?

***

(nicely played
soon

- That's beautiful.

- Chopin's Nocturne
in E flat.

Laura's favorite.
- Antoine, we're sorry, we--

- ...haven't found anything
to prove that Laura's alive.

- I know what I saw.

Who I saw.
- I know you want it to be true.

- Have you never
met someone...

someone so special
you knew it was...

I don't know,
fate... destiny?

Call it whatever you want,
but Laura and I

had something magical.
- We understand--

- No, you don't!
And nothing you say

will convince me
that she's gone.

- Is that why you're paying
the rent on her old apartment?

- I guess that's my way
of keeping her alive.

After the funeral,
I locked up her place...

haven't been inside since then.
- Even yesterday,

after you saw
the woman on the street?

- I drove over
to Laura's apartment,

but... I couldn't
bring myself to go in.

I sat parked outside,
all day and night. Hoping,

praying she would
come back.

- What if we go
back to her apartment,

and... go inside with you?

- If she's alive
and... came back,

there'll be signs.
And if not...

maybe it's time you let her go.

***

- Excuse me. Have you ever seen
anyone from this apartment?

- Oh, only been here a couple
of months. But no, I guess

I always assumed it was empty.
It's a great building.

Are you movin' in?
- Just checking on a friend.

Thanks.

- It's now or never.

- She hasn't been here.
No one's been here.

It's just as I
left it a year ago.

- We're sorry
Antoine.

- I've been a fool.
Believing in some fantasy...

- Don't be so hard on yourself.

- She loved her
record collection.

- The top is open.

- Well, there's dust
and fingerprints on top,

but the platter inside is clean.
- There's no dust...

This turntable's been opened
within the last day or so.

- It's gone!

- Laura's favorite record.
Chopin's Nocturne in E flat!

She always kept it
on the turntable.

The cover's gone, too.
She was here!

- Whoa, slow down...
- Antoine...

- Laura is alive!

***

- Laura was here.
She had to be.

- Let's not jump to conclusions.
- But no one else has a key.

- They wouldn't need one.
The lock on the apartment door

is a 1980's, two tumbler model.
Anyone with a credit card

could crack it.

- Someone... could be
playing a joke on you.

- No one I know would
do something so cruel.

- People do some strange things.

- Even now, you don't
think she's alive.

Why don't I
just write you

a cheque, and we forget
everything? I'll find

someone else who'll believe me.
- It's not that we don't
believe you.

- There's belief...
then there's proof.

- So what are you
waiting for? Go find it.

***

- You know, maybe he's right.
Maybe we haven't fully committed

to the case. I mean, sure, the
circumstances surrounding
Laura's disappearance

are a bit hinky,
but if she didn't die

in that sailing accident...
then where is she?

I think I'll put a chocolate
fountain in the office.

Maybe take up pole dancing...

shave my head...
- Uh huh...

No, I... swear to God

we're being followed again.

- Speed up!
- I did.

- So slow down.
- I did. But they're
still behind us.

Hang on.

It's nothing.

***

- Hey! Just, uh...
taking care of business.

What have you got there?
- Sal's special

deep-dish meat-lovers.
- Ah, nice!

Does it come
with a defibrillator?

: No, but it comes
with an ice-cold six-pack

and some big screen hockey.
- Thanks, Matt.

But, uh, I think I'm
gonna take a pass tonight.

- OK, fine, no hockey. How about
Dancing With The Stars?

Your favourite arthritic soap
star with the bad nose job

is in the finals.
- As tempting as that may be,

I think I'm gonna
turn in early.

- Yeah, yeah. Just, uh...

I got a few stomach cramps.

Nothing that a Pepto Bismol
and good night sleep won't cure.

Good night, Son.
- Good night, Dad.

***

***

- You're in early.
: Couldn't sleep.

- Yeah.

: I dunno. Dad's
been a little off lately.

A doctor's been
calling the house,

and then, last night, I caught
him getting his estate in order.

When you asked him about it.
- No. No-no-no,

that's not how things work
in the Shade household.

Besides, he just
woulda lied about it.

- "Suck it up, buttercup."
Just like he used to be

back on the ice.
Take a high stick

in the face, come up smiling.
- Wow...

men really are from Mars.
- Yeah. 'Cause Mars is cool.

- You know, after my dad
died, the only things

I regretted were
the things I didn't say.

- Duly noted.
: Got it!

- I had Antoine send
over a high-res copy

of the photo he took. Figured
we could take one more look

at our mystery woman.

- Pierced ear, mole, birthmark.
- Anything that could ID her.

- Good idea. Prove she's
not Laura, and maybe give

our heartbroken
client some peace.

- Everett, you sly dog. Turns
out you are a romantic at heart.

- Tell anyone and
I'll have to kill you.

- Alright, zoom in.

- That's weird.
Always works on CSI.

- Zoom back out.

Wait, look.

A taxi.

- Antoine said by the time
he got down to the street,

the woman had disappeared.

What if our ghost
just hailed a cab?

Thank you.

- Well, that looked promising.
- He remembers the woman.

Said she was nervous.
- Don't suppose she used

a credit card?
- Cash. But get this:

he says he drove her
to the Sunland Rest Home.

- Wait a minute,
that's the same rest
home where Laura's mother is.

- You have been
paying attention.

- You say you're
old friends of Laura's?

- Yes, we know
her from school.

- Even as a young child,
she was so talented.

Shame you weren't
here yesterday.

- You would have seen her.

- Laura! She was here.

We could have all
had tea together. I love

to hear young people talk.
- Mrs. Caspary--

- Martha, please!
- Martha,

are you sure Laura
was here yesterday?

- Why yes, of course!
She was even wearing

the blue scarf
I got her for Christmas.

- Hello, Martha!
Time for your medication.

- Laura, look who's here.

Some old friends of yours.

- And congestive heart failure.

I'm afraid she doesn't
have much time left.

- And she didn't have
any visitors yesterday?

- All visitors sign in
at the front desk.

I would've been called.
- Alright, well, thank you.

- Thanks.

(Chopin's Nocturne
in E flat playing)

Do you mind?

- Martha,

where did you get this?
- It was a gift.

- From Laura. She brought it

with her yesterday.
Such a thoughtful daughter.

- Really appreciate you
bending the rules... Gerald.

- Please; Gerry. You in
the mood for something spicy?

Real "mesquite flavoured". Huh?

- Tempting, but no thanks.
- Yeah.

- Wonder what
"mesquite" is, anyway.

- The nurse was right;
no visitors yesterday.

- Still more nothing.

- The cabbie said he dropped her
off around 2pm. Scroll faster.

- Uh, rear exit.

Gotta keep an eye on the old
birds in case they try

and fly away.
Here, that's, uh...

yesterday.
***

What's... dextrose?

- He was that serial killer

who killed all
the other serial killers.

- You guys sure you're with
the National Security Agency?

- Wait, stop.
- Oh my God.

- It is Laura.

- Looks like our ghost is real.

***

- What, she looks
a bit like Laura.

So do a thousand other women.

- Why would someone
who's not Laura,

but looks like Laura,
go see Laura's mother

in a rest home and bring her
one of Laura's own records!?

- Off the top
of my head...

pensioner scam.

A... woman pretends
to be the daughter of
an Alzheimer's patient,

gets her "mom" to sign
over the life savings.

- But what about the--
- Lemme ask you something.

If Laura is alive,
why hasn't she come forward?

- How closely did you look
into her life

- Very closely.

- But the video! I mean--

- Laura Caspary
is dead. OK?

If you two have any decency
left, you'll stop torturing

your client and
shut it down. Now.

It's not a request.

Some kind of payback

because you two...?
- Don't go there.

- What other explanation
is there? Why else

would he deny the video?
- Nolan was angry,

but not about me -- Us. I'd
swear something about this case

is tweaking him. You know,
you might be right.

- About him screwing up
the initial investigation?

- Yeah, but on the other
hand, he has a point.

- I think I liked it
better when I was right.

- If Laura is alive,
why hasn she come forward?

I mean why fake your own death?
- And hide from everyone,

including Antoine.
- Unless...

- Unless she wanted to get
away from her fiancé.

Maybe she wanted
out for good.

- You know, my dad
always used to say

everyone leaves a trail. You
just have to know where to look.

- We have been looking.
- Let's go back to the agency,

revisit the case board.
There's gotta be something

we're missing.

Gotta swing by Shona's
diner and pick up Jules.

- As long as you bring me lunch.

Don't you dare say
you already work with one.

***

Hey, Honey.
- Hey, Dad...

- I'm glad you asked.

It's a "sosh" paper about
the global economic crisis.

Which reminds me;

how 'bout that raise
in my allowance?

- I thought I smelled a setup.
Talk to your mother.

Hey, where's my dad?
- Uh, Shona ran out

of toilet paper and he
volunteered to go get some.

- Ooh, I do not miss
the restaurant business..

- Hey, Matt!
- Hey!

- Uh, yeah. Two jerk chickens

and whatever
you're putting in Don's
lunch to make him shop for you.

: Your dad is not
afraid to get his hands dirty.

- No, he is not.

Hey, uh, he's been spending

a lot of time here,
lately. Have you noticed

anything off about him?
- I don't follow.

- You know, has he mentioned
anything to you about...

how he's doing?
- Family business

is not my business. Something
you want to ask your father,

you should probably ask him
yourself. I'm gonna get

your order.
- Thanks.

(sounds of traffic
and birds chirping)

- It's the timeline

of Laura's final day.
Twelve o'clock,

Laura had a rehearsal at the
orchestra. Three o'clock, gym.

Four o'clock, back to work.
- Until dinner with
Antoine at seven.

- (breathing in
deeply): And...

he paid the check with his
credit card, an hour later.

Bit of a stingy
tipper, "B-T-Dubs".

- Then, Antoine gets an
emergency call, he heads back

to work to fill in
for the sick Pops conductor.

- At which point in time
Laura heads down to the marina

to go sailing.
- Even though she's alone,

it's dark...
- ...and a storm's coming up.

- Doesn't make sense.
- You know what else

doesn't make sense?
Where's her $75,000

Bertoldo violin? It's in
all these pictures. That violin

was her prized possession.
- It wasn't in her apartment.

I didn't see it listed
on the police inventories.

Antoine, maybe?
- I already checked.
He doesn't have it either.

- Why would a woman

be willing to walk away
from her entire life?

Just leave,
everyone, everything?

- Valuable instruments like that
have serial numbers.

For insurance records.
- So if we can't track Laura...

- ...maybe we can
track her violin.

- Thank you for seeing us,
Mr. Belaustro.

- My pleasure.
A good cup of coffee

is like a good violin;

they both
deserve patience,

respect and
a gentle touch.

Sugar?
- Oh, no thank you.

- A purist. I like that.
- I take two lumps.

- So sorry,
only one cup.

- You were saying, about the
violin? The insurance company

said you're the only person
Laura trusted to repair it.

- True. She was
such a nice lady.

So sad what happened to her.
But at least the instrument

stayed within the family.
- Wait a second;

that's Laura's violin?
- Mm-hm.

- And what do you mean it
"stayed within the family"?

- Laura's sister is in town
visiting. A courier

dropped the violin off a couple
of days ago for a minor repair.

- Would you have
the name of that sister?

- Hm!

A Mrs. Heidi Weston,
Salt Spring Island, BC.

Is that who you're looking for?
- And you're sure it's
the same violin?

- Oh, yes. The serial
numbers match perfectly.

Let me get you

some biscotti to go
with that espresso.

- I love biscotti.
And... he doesn't care.

- Laura doesn't have
a sister. That was her!

- Your dad was right.
Everyone leaves a trail.

- Look, she used
Zephyr Courier Services.

I wonder where they picked
the violin up from.

- Well, there's only
one way to find out.

***

- Free HBO

and Magic Fingers beds!

- Heidi Weston.
Room 201.

***

- There's someone
moving around in there.

- Yeah, we spooked her.

Alright, stand back.

: Oh...

- Hello, Laura.

- You even take
a breath, you're dead.

***

***

- Nolan!
- Angie.

You just couldn't
leave it alone, could you?
- I knew you were lying to us.

- Sergeant Pamela Blake.

- The Feds!
Well, I think

someone owes us
an explanation.

- Last year, Laura
witnessed a murder.

Big mob hit.
The hitman

is still on the loose.
- High profile case and Laura

is our only witness.
- So that's why

she's in the witness
protection program.

- It was only supposed
to be for a little while.

- We've been tracking
Dennis Farrow, the hitman

unfortunately
he remains at large.

- You didn't tell
Antoine any of this?

It would have put his
life in jeopardy. Not to mention

destroying his career.
I couldn't do that to him.

- It was safer for everyone

that way. That is
until a couple of days ago,

when I got the call from Nolan.
I heard she'd gone AWOL,

so, I followed her out here.

Why now?

- My mother's dying.

I just wanted to see her
one last time. I even brought

my blue scarf, so
she'd recognize me.
- And the Chopin album.

- And even more dangerous,
you walked right past

the concert hall.
- I never thought Antoine

would look out his window
at that exact moment.

- Must be fate.

***
- Or bad judgment.

You put your own life and this
entire investigation at risk.

- I don't care anymore.

I'm tired

of running.

I just wanted to see
my old life again. I wanted

to pretend like I was normal.

Is it true Antoine hired you?

How is he?
- He's not great.

He never gave up hoping
that you were alive.

He never stopped
loving you.

- It's been so hard on me,
I just can't imagine

what it's done to him. I mean
I wasn't trying to hurt him.

: I was trying
to protect him.

I love him so much.

- So, now you know,
much more than you ever

needed to.
Case closed.

- Heidi

is gonna be on the
next plane, back to BC.

You're gonna convince Antoine
the woman he saw wasn't Laura.

- And any further interference
in this federal case will result

in charges of obstruction
and subsequent prosecution.

I will see
to that myself.

***

- You heard what
the Sergeant said.

- OK, let's look
at our options.

- Right. Number one, we tell
our client the truth.

- Yeah, like...

Hey, Bud, awesome
news. Laura's alive.

But, Ooh!
Bummer! She's

in the witness
protection program.

- And now we've just put
his life in danger, too.

- Not to mention the part
where we get arrested

for obstructing justice. So,

option B:

We lie to Antoine.
Tell him

that Laura is really,
truly, sincerely dead.

- Despite the fact
that we know the truth:

the woman of his
dreams is alive.

- And that she's just as
miserable without him
as he is without her.

- Right when he's getting his
hopes up again. I mean, that

could crush him for life.
How could you do that?

!
- Well, I'm certainly not gonna

be the one to break
his heart all over again.

- Neither am I!

- She's pretending to ignore us.
I'm not

getting involved in this.

- Is that the murder
Laura witnessed?

- Last year. Turf war ends
with mob execution.

The hitman's still AWOL.
- Stop. Wait.

The wanted poster.
- Yeah, Dennis Farrow.

That's the hitman Laura saw.

- Why, it's the neighbour
from Laura's apartment building.

- Has he been a step
ahead of us all along?

- Or one step behind. Remember
all those times I thought
I was being tailed?

Ah Dammit. Zoe--
- Already dialing.

- Hello, Sergeant Blake,

I've got--
- Everett and Shade.

- [Which part of goodbye don't
the two of you understand?

- We may have a situation.

- It doesn't sound

like you're in a car.
- We pulled over for a minute.

Laura needed a restroom.

with her right this second?

she's with the toilet. Guys,

really? You need a new hobby.

to believe the hitman, Farrow,
followed us to the motel.

- We saw his picture,

it's a long story.
Could you check on Laura?

- Now, please!

- Dammit!
: What?

: She's gone.

- If you two had just listened
to me in the first place--

- You lied to us.
- I was doing my job, trying

to protect the young woman.
- If you'd trusted us

with the truth, none of us
would be in this mess right now.

- Let's go for a walk.
I gotta take this upstairs.

You two, go home.

: I guess
the best

we can hope for is that
Farrow doesn't have her.

Yet.
- To think of her

just out there on her own. And
we have no idea where she is.

- Antoine...
***

I never stopped believing.
- I know. They told me.

- Let me look at you.
- There's something I have

to tell you. Something I
should've told you a year ago.

I'm sorry...
- It doesn't matter!

You're here now.

- Laura, thank god.
- You gotta come with us.

- Just let me explain--

- Down! Down!

- It's him!
- We're sitting ducks, here.

- We gotta move. You take
Antoine, I'll take Laura?

- OK. Antoine...
- Guys...

- They need a distraction.
C'mon, Antoine!

- Go, go!

Nolan?

Get down to the concert
hall. Farrow's here.

- We're under the orchestra
pit. That leads

to the maintenance tunnels
and a fire exit to the street.

- Oh! Too late.

Plan B.

***

If we're lucky,

there'll be an escape
pod at the top.

***

This isn't exactly the escape
pod I was hoping for.

- There's a staircase that goes
down to the loading dock.

If we can get there,
we can get out.

- OK.

- Oh!

- Antoine!

- This is all my fault.

He's gonna kill us both.
- Ah, come on,

what kind of attitude is that?

Hey, Farrow! Clearly you
have us at a disadvantage!

- Yeah, you're a genius.

: You know,
in the movies...

this is the point where... the
hero always tries to talk sense

into the gunman.

I'm not gonna
try to do that.

First of all,
you're too smart.

Secondly, I'm
not a hero.

- So, if you
want the girl...

...she's all yours!
: What are you doing!?

: You gotta trust me.
!

- I got this.

And I was never here.

Go! Go-go-go! GO!

- They're heading
to the eastern wall.

- Wait!

- The loading dock's
through there.

- Stand back.

- Nothing that six months of
physio and my favorite bottle

of Macallan won't take care of!

Ah... Ah...

- Here it is.

- Let's go.

- Please... no...
- Nothing personal,

you were just at the wrong
place at the wrong time.

- You know what, I changed my
mind. Let's talk about this.

You and me, man to man.
- I'm gonna like

killing you first.
- Drop your weapon!

- He's gone.

- Thanks, Nolan.

I didn't know you cared.

- I just didn't want
the extra paperwork.

- Luckily, I can run like hell

and speed dial at the same time.

- Thank god you're safe.
- I am.

I am.

Is it really over?

- Welcome back, Laura.

***

- I can't believe it.
We're free.

***

***

(indistinct end of sentence
and police radio coms)

- Guess we kinda helped you wrap
up a year-long manhunt.

- And I'm grateful for that.
- You're welcome.

- Which is why I'm gonna make
the both of you a promise.

- I promise that...
if I ever

catch you interfering in a
federal investigation again,

I'll dump both your asses in
jail and throw away the key.

- Understood.

And thanks.
- Hey.

Hate to break up a good team.

- He's a great guy.
- He is.

- Can't believe the two of y--
- Stop.

- I mean, he's handsome,
intelligent, honest--

- Oh my god! Do you
wanna date him?

- Ah crap! It's my Dad...

I thought this might happen.

- He's called a family meeting.
This could be big. And bad.

- Well, do you
want me to go with? Not
that you need the support...

- No, of course not.
- OK.

- But...

would you mind?

- Of course.

In fact, I insist.

***

- No, Grandpa didn't
tell me anything.

- Shh... here he comes.

- Hey, guys. Um...

OK. So...

- Oh, God...

- Look, Dad, I know we've
never talked like this, but...

whatever it is...
I'm here for you, OK?

- That's very
kind of you, Matt.

It's very strange,
but it's very kind.

OK. So...
here it is.

I have... bought into

Shona's diner.

- We're now full partners.

- Yeah.
- Grandpa, that's

so cool!
: Yeah!

You and... Shona,
you're... business partners?

- Yeah!
- But Dad,

the doctors, the lawyers,
the estate planning...

- I was just getting
my ducks in a row.

- Dad, I thought you were dying!

- No. No.

No! Far from it!

In fact, the doc says
that, uh, I'll be around

long enough to be a great
grandfather. No pressure, Jules.

- Grandpa, gross!

- Now since you're all here...
- Ah, Shona's new

jerk recipe. Ah...
- This guy ate my last
batch all in one sitting.

- Yeah, and it's worth the
stomach cramps, believe me.

- I hope it's nice and spicy.
- Trust me, girl,

you have never tasted
anything like it.

- Mm, Fiona... Unbelievable!

- Mm!
- Really good.

(Chopin's Nocturne
in E flat on piano)

- See you tomorrow, mom.

- See, partner...

some love stories
do have happy endings.

Bravo!

***

(Chopin's Nocturne
in E flat still going)