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- Wow. Better than I remember.

- Then you've got a bad memory.

- No. No.

I have to go to work.

- Oh, stop it. Don't you have lives to go save or something?

- If you're talking about the ER, this week has been all toothaches

and sprained ligaments. Oh, and one bout of food poisoning.

- Guess you'll have to go back to Nigeria to get your fill.

- Actually, this city is kind of growing on me.

Keep Saturday night open.

I have a surprise for you.

- Everett Investigations.

Oh, yeah.

Sure. OK.

What's the address?

- Yeah, that's right. Saturday night.

We're gonna need the whole place. It's my daughter's birthday.

Alright, I'll swing by and bring you a cheque later. Thanks.

- Yeah. 15th.

- Just a little something

we're throwing together, just some Ellard students

and their parents. You wouldn't want to be there.

Not that you were asking to be there. You don't want to be there, right?

- Yeah, no...

Not unless you want me to be.

- Hello.

- Hey, um, Danon and Brock, 30 minutes? ]

- [I'm not entirely sure, but the woman on the phone]

was pretty upset. She said it was something about a...

dead body.

- Not exactly what I had in mind. - Ditto.

- Hey, uh,

what's going on with your hair? - Nothing.

I just didn't have time to blow dry. - Mm-hmm.

And why's that, Ms. Everett? - Whatever. You have lipstick on your collar.

- Yes. I am Angie Everett.

This is my partner, Matt Shade. - Hi.

- Hi. Jacinta Kalfas. I need to preface with--

this has never happened to our business before.

This way.

It was supposed to be Leo Stewart's visitation

and cremation this afternoon. Father. Grandfather.

President of his mining union. Recreational bowling champion...

- Right. So what's the problem?

- This is not Leo Stewart.

- ** I see you and you see me

* Watch you blowin' the lines when you're making 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 *

- That's not Grampie Leo!

That's not Grampie Leo!

- That's gonna require some therapy.

- It was awful. - Why don't you start

at the beginning? - Um, OK.

So we got a call from Leo's daughter Esta.

She wanted us to provide funeral services for her late father.

She wanted a simple closed-casket visitation

followed by a cremation. - So you had the right body

until... - Turns out we never did.

My sister Hanna picked the body up--

- Hanna, great, there you are.

These are the PIs that I was telling you about.

- I thought we were going to talk about this.

- We can't really afford your services.

- Hanna, we lost a body!

How are we gonna recover from that if word gets out?

We're struggling financially. Our parents retired 7 years ago,

leaving us the business-- - They don't need to know

our whole life story, Jacinta.

What are we supposed to tell them? Oh my gosh.

Those poor people.

- Fine. I was the one who picked up the body

from the hospital. - And you didn't notice

you had the wrong guy? - The toe-tag said Leo Stewart.

We didn't have a picture yet.

Who dressed him?

- I did. But it was a closed casket service,

so I didn't focus on the cosmetology part.

- They're antacids,

Jacinta, not candy. Look,

I called the hospital morgue and they told me the records check out.

- So you have no idea who this guy is?

- Tonight at 7.

Esta has agreed not to tell the rest of the family

until we find the body,

but we need him back by tonight.

- If you could please, please keep this quiet...

- We'll do our best.

- Thank you.

- The hospital morgue is downtown, but traffic

is a headache.

- Speaking of which.

Hello, Becca. ]

If you're gonna screw this up, can you tell me in advance?

- Angie's here. You're on speaker.

- Hi, Becca.

- [It's Jules' 15th birthday this weekend,]

[and I am just spread a little bit thin

- Which is why I told you I'd take care of it. And yes, I booked the venue.

] - My next call.

- I gotta go. But Shadow,

Jules is at Ellard now. And this is vitally important to her.

- Didn't we just establish that I--

Why does Becca think I can't handle this?

Hey, do you wanna come? - Oh, I would,

but Ken made plans for us. It's some surprise.

- Really. What kind of a surprise?

- I have no idea.

- Interesting.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Well, it just seems like you guys are progressing quickly.

- Not at all. It's totally casual.

- Whatever you need to tell yourself. What about you and Mel?

You seem to be spending a lot of time together lately.

Did you invite her to Jules' party? - Uh...

Sort of. Oh look, here we are.

- I don't really know what to tell you guys...

- Well, could you try to tell us something?

Like, how this could have happened?

- A person dies, they're brought down here,

the funeral director comes by, gives me a wave...

- That doesn't seem very secure. - They're dead bodies,

not bars of gold. I mean, there's a toe, there's a tag,

they take 'em away.

- Does the hospital keep a log of all the bodies

that come through here? - Not really.

I mean, I could pull the files of all the people

who died in the last few days. - Great.

Yes. Good idea. Do that.

- Here they are. Oh, um,

but I think they're, like, confidential.

- Right. Listen,

how about you just do us a quick little favour

and see if this guy's in the morgue? - Sure.

- I kinda envy the guy.

A certain amount of cluelessness seems like bliss, no?

Here he comes. - Nah, man.

Two bodies is all I got. One brown dude, one grandma.

- Thanks anyway. And, uh...

good luck in life.

- And what time was his visitation? OK. Thank you.

- Well,

I called all the funeral homes

that picked up bodies from Memorial Hospital that day

and I've narrowed it down to seven that could have been switched with Leo Stewart

based off age and closed-casket services. - Great.

What's the matter?

- All their lives. They're so amazing.

According to his obit,

Larry here traveled to 80 different countries.

William served in two wars

and Cyril has 14 children

and 38 grandchildren. - Perspective, Zoe.

I see vagabond, PTSD,

and a man who farmed children.

My life is basically a series

of awkward moments separated by spoonfuls of peanut butter.

- Yeah, that's right, 'Happy Birthday Jules.'

With lots of sprinkles and sparklers.

Yeah. Thanks.

DJ, venue, cake-- done.

- OK, calm down, Martha Stewart. Put on your best sad face.

And this tie. We have a bunch of Funeral Homes to visit.

- You think one of them ended up with Leo Stewart's body?

- They had to. And either they're unaware of it, or not owning up to it.

So we're going to sneak in, find the bodies and check it out for ourselves.

- Hm! Sounds like quite an undertaking. Heh, heh, heh!

No?

- I'm so sorry to hear about your loss.

What was your friend's name? - Dr. Ken Graham.

He impaled himself on one of his humanitarian awards.

It was awful. - It's okay, babe.

Maybe take a moment in the bathroom?

- Yeah.

- And just like that,

Mel was gone. I told her not to wear heels

on the subway platform.

I need a minute.

OK. Zombies aren't real.

Zombies aren't real.

Six funeral homes down, one to go.

Here's hoping. Oh no, the visitation's started already.

- Wait, look.

- It's the John Doe from Leo's casket! - Carl White.

Bet you Grandpa Leo's in his casket?

- You keep watch, I'll take a look inside the casket. - OK.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't realise anyone was here.

I'll come back. - No, no, it's fine.

I'm Jon, Carl's son. This is my wife Katie

and this is Ruby. And you are...?

- Uh, Brad Wilson.

- Thank you so much for coming.

How did you know my dad? - Uh... a few years ago,

we crossed paths. It was brief, but um...

he really impacted my life. - Sounds like Carl.

- Grandpa lived in our living room

before he moved to the hospital.

- I bet you really miss him, huh?

Um, you know,

I'd love to take this moment for all of us,

to bow our heads and close our eyes tightly

and reflect on Carl's life.

Is it our man? - See for yourself.

- Hey.

What are you doing?

Oh my god.

Where's my dad?

- I've been a funeral director for twenty years,

this has never happened before. - Funny,

it's the second time today for us.

- Michael, where's my dad's body? - He's at the Kalfas

Funeral Home, in Leo Stewart's casket.

We can put you in touch, but we need your help getting Leo's body back there.

Who are you people? - We're private investigators.

There was a mix-up at the hospital morgue.

- Your father's body was taken to the Kalfas Funeral Home, under the name

of Leo Stewart. - And Leo Stewart's body ended up here,

labeled as your father's. Except now, he's gone.

- Who picked up

Leo's body from the morgue? - I did.

The toe tag said Carl White. I double-checked the paperwork. - What about the album

of pictures I gave you for the photo montage?

Did you double - My assistant prepped the body.

- Remind me to get my name tattooed on top of my foot.

- Which one of us gets to tell Jacinta and Hanna?

- You're going to make me do it, aren't you?

See you in an hour. - Michael,

who else had access to the body you prepped?

- Everyone.

- We've talked to the intern, the Funeral Director's Assistant,

the janitor... Nothing so far.

[Were you able to dig anything up on the rest of the staff - Nothing yet.

But I have to say, a lot of strange people work

in the funeral industry. Ooh...

- Ooh, Stan, the hearse driver,

has an anonymous Ding N Deal account.

how do you know it's him?

as his OKCupid account-- "@olderisbetter1962".

antique jewelry, accessories...

The items are super eclectic,

it's almost as if...

- They were stolen from dead bodies.

Nice work, Zoe.

- Angie Everett, Everett Investigations. And you must be Stan.

- Wondering where you were yesterday afternoon. - I was with my wife all day.

- Does she know you're on OkCupid? - Yes.

We have an open relationship.

- Oh. Well,

can you explain this?

- I peruse yard sales.

There's four bags of salt missing. Roughly the weight

of a human corpse. - I maintain the parking lot in the winter.

- Come on, it hasn't snowed in weeks. Where's the body, Stan?

Tell me, or I'm gonna call my very good friend, Detective Mazhari.

- No, wait.

I sold it.

To who? - This kid,

Greg something. He's a med student,

he needed bodies to practice surgery on. I figured

it was a closed casket, who's gonna miss it? It was an easy 800 bucks.

- Pathology Lab,

Carlington University.

- Thanks, Stan.

- Don't even get me started. How did Jacinta and Hanna take it?

- Like death warmed over. - We're running out of time.

Leo's funeral service is in an hour.

- Stop! Drop the scalpel.

- I didn't kill him. He was already dead, I swear!

- It's him. - That's him. Grampie Leo.

What do we do, call a hearse, or...?

- They'll never make it across town and back. Uh...

Here. Put these on. - I don't like where this is heading.

- Oh no! I think the security guard just saw us. Move it!

- This thing's got a wonky wheel!

Could you have parked any further away?

- Shut up! Oh!

I am so bleaching this car when I get home.

- It's a rental.

- Hurry up!

- Ew!

Go, go, go!

- Hey, stop!

- Thanks.

- Well, that's one grave crisis averted.

Sorry.

- Thank you so much. You saved us.

- Happy to help.

- Michael Lukins just arrived to pick him up and he's downstairs with Hanna right now.

- I have no idea, but you--

- ...can't come in here and start yelling at me!

This is not our fault! - Hanna!

- Your family is going to pay for this.

- I'm screwed! That's what's going on! - Someone broke in

through the garage. They smashed the window

and unlocked the door.

- Something's missing alright.

The body I was supposed to be picking up!

- Someone stole Carl White's body!

- Lemme get this straight. Two bodies were switched. One went missing. You found that body,

and now the other one's gone? What is this, The X

- It's looking more and more like the original body swap wasn't a mistake.

- Michael, what was supposed to happen

to Carl White's body? - He was supposed to be buried after his service on Friday.

- He's being cremated in the morning.

- Maybe somebody switched

the bodies so that Carl would get cremated instead of Leo.

- Maybe Carl was murdered.

Cremation would destroy any forensics.

- Which explains why they came back to grab him a second time. - OK,

do not jump to any conclusions, please. I will look around, talk to the techs

and I'll get back to you, OK?

- They don't know anything yet.

- If you don't get Carl White's body

back in time for his funeral,

I'm going to sue you guys for failing to keep custody

of a body. You'll be finished.

- This is awful.

- Just try to get some sleep. We'll stay on top of things and be in touch tomorrow.

- OK.

- Let's go.

- Hey. - A potato chip, mayo,

and cheese What're you stressed out about? - I'm trying to figure out

the guest list for my party. Ellard politics.

If I invite Lynn and Skylar, that means I have to invite

their circle of tight-knit friends, which includes twelve more girls,

two of which I don't know, three I don't really like--

Don't you dare tell anyone that. - Honey, relax.

I rented Edge Park Hall. There's plenty of room for everyone.

That place is huge! - Only the best

for my baby girl.

Hey, what's wrong, honey?

Talk to me. - Nothing.

It's just that I'm used to having

smaller, more low-key birthdays.

- But you want this party, right?

- Yes. Yes, totally.

Mom's so excited and you've done all this planning,

so of course. It's gonna be great.

- Hey, Zoe. - Hey.

- My brand new bucket list.

Organized by decade,

separated into categories:

travel, learning, career, relationships--

- Nice! Wait. You don't know how to ice skate?

- I never learned. See? I've done nothing!

- What's all this under relationship?

OK. I can't unsee that.

- I am expanding my horizons. - I'd say so.

- Thanks.

- He already left for the ER.

- Ah. What's that, four nights this week?

Seems a little more than 'casual' to me.

Have you figured out if she's coming

to Jules' birthday yet?

- So...

this is all about Carl White, huh? - Yeah,

I looked into him. Machinist for 30 years,

diagnosed with lung cancer three years ago.

- He might have a life insurance policy through his union.

- Huh. We should ask Jon about that.

You know what else? We should find out

if he had any other visitors in the hospital in the past few weeks.

- On it! - OK, we gotta go.

Oh... That one's overrated, but definitely try that one.

- Thanks so much for meeting us on such short notice, Jon.

- Still no word on my father's body?

- No. Sorry. - I don't get why anyone

would want to steal a dead body.

Especially my dad's. It's been hard enough losing him once.

This has been a real gut punch for my family.

- You're an only child, right, Jon? - Yeah. It was just me and Carl

for a long time. He moved in with my mom

when I was eight. My biological father was never

in the picture. My mom died shortly after they were married.

Carl officially adopted me and raised me alone.

- Did Carl have any other family? - No.

He was estranged from his family. And as close as we were,

he was always fiercely private

about his life growing up.

- Can you think of anyone who'd want to harm your father?

- We think someone

stole Carl's body to get rid of forensic evidence,

possibly to cover up a crime. - That's ridiculous.

Everyone loved my dad.

- I have to ask where you were last night. It's protocol.

Killed him and tried to cover it up?

- Maybe to fast-track any inheritance?

- Inheritance. That's a good one.

Carl was broke. He spent everything he had

on experimental cancer treatments.

I've been putting him up for the past year. Remortgaged my house twice

to pay for his medical bills.

The only thing I'm inheriting is this.

It's the box of Carl's things I told you about.

- Thank you for bringing it. - Literally everything he left behind.

- Carl's mother. I never knew her.

- It's a text from Zoe.

Carl didn't have any unexpected visitors,

but three days before he died, he asked a nurse to call him a cab.

- To 145 Adelaide St. West.

The nurses tried to talk him out of it, but he was determined,

despite how sick he was. - Why would my dad need to go downtown?

: Donne...

as in Donne's Rye Whisky?

- One of the hundred wealthiest families in Canada.

I did a commercial for them back in the 90s. - I'll make fun of that later.

How the hell are the Donnes connected to Carl?

- Can I get you something to drink?

We've been developing a brand new blend.

- No, thank you, Mr. Donne.

- Reginald, please.

You can call me Reg. - Sorry to disturb you,

but we wanted to ask you about Carl White.

- 60s, former machinist...

Came to visit you about a week ago? - Never seen him before.

I guess I thought, because you let us in

as soon as we mentioned his name, that you knew him.

- No, I...

I heard The Shadow was here.

1997. You were in a commercial for us.

- "Take the journey home."

- That's right. - Yup. - Look,

I'd love to help you out,

but I have no idea

who that man is. - Sure.

Well, thank you for your time. - Oh, uh,

take a bottle.

On me. - Thanks.

Nice guy, huh? Free bottle of whisky. Heh, heh, heh.

- Something about him. I feel like he's playing us.

- Yeah. Yeah, I get that vibe too.

Whoa. That photo.

That's the same one

from Carl's personal effects. Of his mom, Vera. - "Donne Employee Photo, 1951."

- Carl's mom worked for the Donnes?

- There's no way that that's a coincidence.

Carl was here. Ol' Reggie just lied to us.

- Why would a dying man come all the way down here

to talk with his mom's former employer? - I don't know,

but we're not going to get a straight answer out of him.

Wasn't there a name on the back of Jon's photo? - Yeah.

Yeah, Harriette Somebody. - OK.

I'll call Jon. Here's hoping Harriette Somebody

is still alive.

- Look at how young we all looked! That's Kathy,

Anthony, Sandra,

Betsy, and...

Oh my lord, Vera White.

- She worked at the desk next to mine.

She was a lovely girl.

Then she left suddenly, in the spring

of 1951, I think. Yes, that was it.

Poor girl.

Mrs. Donne all but chased her away.

- Well, it was all gossip, of course,

but Theodore Donne, the company owner,

used to spend a great deal of time at Vera's desk.

He was always asking her

to stay late or work on the weekends... I suspect

that Mrs. Donne found out and chased Vera away.

- Spring of 1951, you said.

Do you remember which month? - Um,

Oh, it was early May, I think. It was not long after this picture was taken.

- Theodore Donne, Reg's father,

was having an affair with Vera White.

- Vera was sent away in May of 1951.

Carl was born in October that same year,

roughly six months later.

- Wait, are you saying what I think you're saying? - Carl White

was Theodore's son.

- Reg's half-brother.

- OK, 1951: Vera gets pregnant

with Theodore Donne's child, and gets sent away by Mrs. Donne.

- Six months later, she gives birth to Carl.

- Which means Carl White is Carl Donne.

- And entitled to his share of the Donne family fortune.

- If I had to guess,

15 million. - Holy kumquat!

A titch off, boss.

- 400 million.

They only paid me five grand for that whisky commercial!

- We need to find that body.

- Why wouldn't Carl ask for the money earlier? - Maybe he didn't want it.

Come on, it's not so crazy.

The Donne family basically chased his mother away.

Carl probably wanted nothing to do with it.

- Because of Jon.

Jon had to remortgage his house twice to pay for Carl's medical bills.

- Four-year-old daughter, another one on the way... - If it was me, I'd want

to make sure my family was taken care of. - OK,

so Carl goes to see Reginald before he dies,

asks him to take care of his family once he's gone. - Except Reg

isn't having it. He figures Carl's on his death bed anyway.

- OK, but why doesn't Jon just go get it now?

- Because Carl and Jon don't share the same DNA.

Carl isn't Jon's biological father,

which is why Reggie switched the bodies. - You're right.

Because if Carl were buried, then Jon could dig up the body at any point

to test for DNA and claim his share of the Donne fortune.

- But if the body gets cremated,

supposedly by accident... - The link goes away. Forever.

- Well, what're you guys waiting for?

Go get Reginald Donne so we can find Carl!

- We know he's behind this. We just can't prove it. - So you want me

to execute a search warrant on one of the most powerful men in the city,

in the hopes of finding a dead body stashed in,

let's say his walk - Yeah. Exactly.

- Like, tonight. His funeral's tomorrow.

- This is a great idea. You know what, while I'm at it,

why don't I build a catapult so that my boss can literally

launch me into space when this thing falls apart?

- What about the break-in at the Kalfas Funeral Home?

- There's gotta be something to implicate Reginald Donne. - Here.

Analysis came back a few hours ago. The scene was clean,

no blood, no DNA, no fingerprints. The only thing the techs found

was a little latex fiber on some shards of glass.

- Yeah, from the rubber gloves

the culprit used to rob the place. - Wait a minute.

The tox screen shows traces of formaldehyde, glutaraldehyde, and methanol.

- Am I supposed to know what those things are?

- You would if you were a mortician. Those are chemicals used in embalming fluid.

- I don't understand.

So you're saying the break - The gloves used in the robbery

had trace amounts of embalming fluid on them.

- Well, Hanna and I are the only ones who have access to those chemicals,

and we have no reason to break into our own place.

- Hanna,

did Reginald Donne pay you to switch Carl White's body

with Leo's? - That's ridiculous. Of course not.

- Say something.

- Jacinta...

Wait, are you saying--

- We've been losing money for over a year!

We haven't been able to take a salary in months.

We shouldn't have to live like this.

- Tell us what happened.

- Mr. Donne came to me when he figured out

that we were one of the funeral homes that dealt with Memorial Hospital.

He offered me

two hundred grand to switch the toe tags

and take Carl White's body

instead of Leo's.

- I didn't ask any questions.

But when I called to tell him that the switch had been discovered,

he threatened to expose me if I didn't dispose of the body.

- So you made it look like a break-in, took the body and got rid of it.

- I did it for you!

You've wanted to do this since you were a little girl.

You love this world. But it was never what I wanted.

I couldn't just walk out on you when the business was failing.

- It's better than taking a payoff. - That two hundred grand

was going to pay our debts, allow me to move on.

I'd finally be free of everyone's expectations.

Hanna Kalfas, you are under arrest

for committing Indignity to a Dead Human Body

and for Felony Disorderly Conduct in Staging a Robbery.

- I can't believe you did this. - Wait-- Hanna, what did you do with Carl's body?

- I dropped him off at the crematorium

at Ash Field cemetery.

- He's in the back.

- Oh, thank god.

- Here you go.

- Okay, thank you for your time.

- Zilch. The hospital room was scrubbed clean.

- I can't believe there's not a trace

of Carl's DNA left. - Just like that,

he's wiped from existence with no proof that he's a Donne heir.

What is that? - Oh, right.

I was saving this for a less depressive time,

but maybe we could all use a good laugh right now.

- Life is an exotic journey.

Always something new to see...

to try... to succeed or fail at...

But no matter how far you go...

remember there's value in the familiar things as well.

Take the journey home.

- You know, the best part is the unlit cigar. - I think it's the frosted tips.

- That's it.

- The cigar. We gotta talk to Jon.

Life is an exotic journey.

Always something new to see... to try...

to succeed or fail at...

- This is all a bit overwhelming. You wanna do what

with the pipe? - We're gonna test it for DNA.

- Y-STR DNA. It's DNA specifically passed on

from a male to their male offspring.

Now, if we can prove that Carl's matches Reginald's--

- Then it would prove that Carl is Theodore Donne's biological son.

- And according to the terms of Theodore Donne's will,

his estate was to be divided equally among all heirs.

- Your father had claim to part of the Donne empire.

And as his only son, now that claim falls to you.

Look, here's the number for a friend of mine,

Melanie Parker. She's a prosecutor, but she can help

set you up with a civil attorney. - But get ready for the fight

of your life, because Reginald Donne is not going to take this lying down.

- You're gonna need money for legal fees, and lots of it.

Or you could try for a contingency lawyer,

but they generally ask for 50% of your claim. - Hold on.

Sorry. Do I have to do this?

- It's just...

It seems like a long shot.

Reginald Donne is a powerful man.

And I'm already swimming in debt.

- All we want right now is to keep our house.

- The stress of a trial...

isn't worth it for us.

We're fine.

Really.

We live a humble life, but...

we're happy.

Do you want to think about it?

- "You only get one life.

You may as well live it right."

My... my dad taught me that.

Thank you, though.

For everything.

- I can't say I blame them.

I wouldn't want to take on Reginald Donne in court either.

- Hello, Reg.

- Shadow.

In the shadows.

Should I be concerned? - I just came here to talk.

To tell you

that Jon's family won't be pursuing any legal action against you.

- Smart man. - Not just smart.

An honest man. A family man.

Like his father. Your half-brother.

- Nice try. Are you wearing a wire?

Trying to get me to admit something on tape?

- Jon doesn't want your money. - Then what is there to talk about?

- All Carl wanted was to take care of his family.

How much did he ask you for, Reg?

Three hundred grand

Come on, that's a rounding error.

All so his kid wouldn't get stuck

with the burden of his medical bills.

- It's a sad story, I admit-- - You know Jon is barely hanging onto his house?

He took a pay cut so he could spend more time with his dad,

despite the fact that he's got a kid of his own and another one

on the way. That's what families do.

I guess you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?

Hang on, Reg. I got something for ya.

- It's Carl's pipe.

One of his most cherished possessions.

And the last remaining piece of his DNA on this planet.

You decide which of those descriptions

means the most to you.

- The venue called. They said that you forgot to drop off the cheque.

They've cancelled the reservation.

- Mom, it's fine.

There's over a hundred kids that are gonna be showing up to that hall

in four hours! - And I'll put up a message on Facebook saying it's cancelled.

Everyone will survive.

- You were right, Becca. I couldn't handle it. I dropped the ball. It's all my fault.

- I knew it! Why did I trust you-- - No. Wait. Mom.

He did it on purpose.

- It's OK, Jules-- - No, it's not.

Don't be mad.

I didn't want the party.

But you said that you-- - Yes,

I know, and I thought I did.

But you guys were so excited to plan it, and...

It's just not me. I'm sorry.

- No. No, I'm sorry.

I should have realized.

- We both should have. Good news is,

now you can have the party you really want, right?

And beer.

: No.

- I saw I missed your call, what's up?

- Listen,

I wanted to explain about Jules' birthday. - Matt--

I'm really looking forward to meeting Jules... when you're ready.

- I appreciate that. Thanks.

- You're welcome.

Talk to you soon.

- We say that the hour of death

cannot be forecast,

but when we say this

we imagine that hour as being placed

in an obscure and distant future.

It never occurs to us that it has any connection

with the day already begun...

- Guess he had a change of heart.

- We are thankful,

we are grateful,

and we are better--

because of his love.

- ** But we are acting like we're children *

* Looking to blame for what we lack *

* Before we lose everything

* We have tomorrow

* Can we forget what went wrong yesterday *

* Darling

* The world isn't over yet

* We've still got a chance to place our bets *

* We both made a little mess

* Nothing our two hearts can't put back *

* I'll never love you less

* Don't let your worries second guess *

* We'll start over fresh

* Living a life with no regrets *

* Living a life with no regrets *

- Yeah, it's me. - Just open a bottle of wine, I'll be out in a sec.

- * Thinking that time has passed you by *

* And you're not close to where you said you'd be *

* But tell me, who is in this life? *

* Before we lose everything we have tomorrow *

* Can we forget what went wrong *

* Yesterday?

* So darling

* The world isn't over yet

* We've still got a chance to place our bets *

- Hey, so you remember that old vintage jacket you fell in love with

years ago in Kensington Market?

I was on Queen West the other day, and you're not gonna believe this, but...

- * Don't let your worries second guess, we'll start over fresh *

* Living a life with no regrets *

* Living a life with no regrets *

* The world isn't over

* We can always start over

* No weight on our shoulder *