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(footsteps shuffle)

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Neil: Here! Now!

Live!

(screaming) ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

We bottle up our emotions,

We're afraid of being our full selves.

Don't regret the past.

Don't fear the future.

Let it out.

Be free!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

All: (screaming) ahhhhhhhhhhh!

(jenny is silent as everyone else screams)

Neil: (yells) let it go!

All: (screaming) ahhhhhhhhhhh! Neil: (yells) let it go!

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Female reporter: In other news,

Provincial medical officials are investigating a case

They say may be linked to the new corona virus.

(footsteps thud)

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(doors slide open)

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(doors slide open)

(distorted music)

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(gurney rattles)

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(ominous, distorted music)

(doors slide open)

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(doors slide open)

Female reporter: Our framework to minimize the risks

In canada seems to be responsive

According to the world health organization,

Who is calling it sophisticated and extremely efficient...

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(doors slide open)

(bag rustles)

Male reporter: Families across canada

Are barred from seeing their loved ones

As long-term care homes lockdown

Due to rising covid cases.

They're often left with no accesses or information.

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(cupboard door creaks open)

(boxes rustle)

What's this?

(boxes rustle)

(frustrated) oh...

(cupboard door bangs shut) mitch!

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There are no more masks!

We can't keep doing this!

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- Oh hey, mike. Need a mask?

I made these.

- Thanks, bobby, you're amazing.

(door creaks open)

(gurneys rattle)

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(gurneys rattle loudly)

(music builds)

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(door bursts open)

(gurneys rattle)

(operatic music plays)

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(music becomes distorted)

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(operatic music plays)

(siren wails)

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(police radio chatter echoes)

(operatic music plays)

(door clicks open)

(sharp exhale)

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(plastic bag rustles)

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(whispers a prayer)

(operatic music plays)

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(operatic music echoes and fades)

(cars honk, police radio chatter)

(jackhammer rattles in the distance)

Donovan: Ah! Stupid face shield! (shield thumps)

Jenny: The airbag didn't deploy.

Donovan: Ah, it was probably in an accident,

Someone sold it to her cheap.

Her head hit the steering wheel?

- Yeah, she wasn't wearing her seatbelt.

There's blood around her nose.

(door squeaks opens)

(traffic rumbles nearby)

The steering wheel is bedazzled.

There is bruising on her arm.

(items rustle in the glove box)

(police radio chatter and jack hammering in the distance)

- Her name's "roberta almeda."

At least we have an address.

Pop the trunk for me. (glove box clicks shut)

(trunk pops open)

(donovan's phone rings)

- Yeah.

(traffic rumbles nearby)

♪♪♪

- I know you.

- All right. Yeah, yeah.

All right, let me know.

- What's that? - Brownie mix.

She's got a trunk full of it.

- What are you looking for?

(rustling)

- Receipt. She paid for all this at 8:53 last night.

- So she's shopping so she can covid-bake and then...

What? Somebody attacks her and she tries to get away,

And slams into a pole?

- Well, it could be carjacking.

We didn't, we didn't find a purse.

- She had a... A debit card in her pocket.

- Never a carjacking when you want it to be.

- She was a frontline worker.

She's got bruises on her nose and cheekbones.

- All right. Let me know what the autopsy says.

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- Hey! Is your leg still bugging you?

- No.

(water runs and splashes in the basin)

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(paper towel tears)

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(bandaid wrapper crinkles)

(someone hums and sings puccini's "o mio babbino caro")

♪ o mio babbino caro ♪

♪ mi piace è bello, bello ♪

- Hey. - Hey.

She was a healthcare worker. One of us.

- Does she look familiar to you?

I mean, I feel like I've seen her before,

I just, I can't, I can't place her.

- No.

- The mechanism of death is exsanguination.

- She bled out?

- From her nose. Her skull is cracked.

This is a terrible death for a young woman.

- She's got a bandaid on her forehead.

She has bruising on her arms.

- There's a small deep cut. (tearing sound)

- I mean, maybe it's domestic abuse.

He followed her to the parking lot and attacked her there?

- Hmm... - What?

- I'm not the most experienced bedazzler,

But this looks like a real jewel.

- Oh... Well...

(gem rattles)

- How did that get in there?

- I don't know,

But I think our girl was a rare gem.

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- (grunts in pain)

- Uh, yeah, I need to make an appointment about my foot.

I busted it last year.

Mcavoy, yeah.

Donovan.

That's great. All right, thanks.

Malik: Think fast!

Found these in bobby almeda's apartment,

Along with a hamster wearing a homemade sweater.

She was a psw.

Worked in six different nursing homes in the gta.

- That's a no-no.

- Yeah, you can't be spreading your germs all over old people.

- Which one was she working at last?

- Uh, linden tree long-term care.

(id tags rustle)

(bunny suits rustle) (muffled pa announcement)

- Did she have a partner? - No. Single.

Hi there. I'm detective mcavoy, this--

- Jenny cooper. We've met.

I'm here all the time because of his 21 elderly patients

Who have died of covid in the last month.

- I see their faces when I sleep.

Not that I've really slept since March.

(bag rustles)

- She work here? - That's bobby.

- She died. - I know, I just heard.

Man: Is bobby here? Psw: No, sweetheart, I'm sorry.

Man: Mr. Davis, let's go back to your room.

- Hey, can you hold this? (bag rustles)

- So, you know anyone who might be angry with her?

Mitch: No, she was very well liked.

(bunny suit rustles)

(keypad beeps, door buzzes, clicks open)

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(muffled pa announcement)

(knocking)

- Hi. I'm jenny cooper, I'm the coroner.

Did you know bobby almeda?

- I just, I can't believe it about bobby.

- I'm sorry.

Um, can I... Can I help? I'm...

- (sighs heavily) yeah.

That would, that would be great, thank you.

(sheets rustle)

- Did bobby die of covid?

- No. No, I don't think so.

- She loved the elders.

She would bake them treats that she would bring in.

She even would sewed us masks

When management wouldn't give them to us.

- But you have an n95s now, right?

- My brother works in construction,

So I spray this thing with lysol every night.

(muffled pa announcement)

(sighs) yeah.

- That's kind of beautiful.

I mean, it's sad, but it's... Beautiful.

- Yeah. Not everyone understands, you know,

That you can't have visits.

Actually, bobby had a run-in here.

Jenny: With who?

Gloria: I don't know. Some guy.

Ah, my ring always does this...

(rips and snaps) sorry.

(muffled) I didn't hear what was said, and then...

She went up to him and then all of a sudden...

Bam!

- (relieved exhale)

I know how the gem got in her forehead.

- Are we talking the bedazzling on the steering wheel?

- No, uh, jewelry! There was a...

A small gem in the cut on her forehead.

- Okay. - I just found out

That bobby got into a fight

With one of the patient's relatives.

- A physical fight? - Yeah! I mean, what if,

What if he followed her to the parking lot and then just--

Donovan: Did you get a name?

- No. Put your fist up.

(light thuds) - wha...?

- He was wearing a ring.

- All right, so your theory

Is that someone's mysterious relative,

Wearing a bejeweled ring... (car alarm beeps off)

- Followed her to the big box parking lot.

They got in a confrontation, and then he attacked her.

- Why? - Don't know.

Uh, maybe he couldn't see his parent or grandparent,

And he was upset.

- I'll check their security footage.

- Did you get anything from the manager?

- Oh, he blamed her for working in multiple homes.

Suggested not too subtly that she had brought the virus here.

- I knew I recognized her.

I mean, I've been here so many times, donovan.

I just, I never even registered the psws.

- You're not a saint,

And everyone's wearing a mask.

- Yeah.

(plastic bags rustle) - hey! Hey!

- Hey.

- We're having a little memorial for bobby!

I wrote down where. You should come!

- Yeah. - Okay. - Thank you.

(birds chirp)

(donovan slams car trunk)

(clink) (paper rustles)

(seagulls cry)

(paper crinkles)

(tires crunch on gravel)

(slow jazz music plays)

(engine shuts off, doors click open)

♪ your kisses have stopped ♪

♪ they'll never be topped ♪

♪ my love lingers on ♪

(mailbox creaks open)

♪ time they say ♪

♪ heals a broken heart ♪

♪ but for me there just is no cure ♪

(mail rustles)

♪ for deep in my soul ♪

♪ you know, you're my goal ♪

♪ my love lingers on ♪

(envelope crinkles)

♪ since you went away ♪

♪ my heart, all it can only say ♪

♪ my love still lingers on ♪

(door opens)

(door shuts)

Gordon: Hey, smiler. - Hey, dad.

- Would you believe I actually saw a ross's goose today?

Is that a sign or what? A "ross's goose."

- (chuckles softly)

(loon cries in the distance) jenny: (pensive exhale)

- Is everything okay?

- I um...

(envelope rustles)

Finally got a letter from liam.

(dog barks in the distance)

- (sighs) oh kiddo. - Dad. You gotta keep your...

- No, it's okay. You're a way over there,

And I'm way the hell over here.

Come on, take off your mask. Let's see that face.

Please?

There she is.

'kay, what's in the letter?

- You know, it's been five months of nothing,

And now I get... - What, are you afraid

Of something? What're you afraid of?

- I know it's a goodbye.

- Oh. You still love him.

(house groans, night insects buzz)

So, what do you, what do you, what do you wanna do?

- (tearing up) I don't know, I just...

I just, I can't... Like I just, I can't face this right now.

I just can't. I'm so ti... I'm so tired.

Can you hold onto it for me? I just, I feel like

I'll put it somewhere and I'll just lose it.

- Sure. I can do that. - Thank you.

- I'll just remind you though I have dementia.

- (laughs) yeah.

(sniffles) (envelope crinkles)

- Ooh, I made you the soup that you like.

Uh, the squashy one.

Eat it up here with me

And then we'll just disinfect later.

- Sorry, dad, I should um... (sniffs)

I should, uh, I should eat it down in my lair.

(chuckles)

- Uh, I can't find anything in this new house.

- It's just a rental, dad. Bowls are there.

- In front of me.

(bowl clinks)

- I'm really happy you live here.

- Me too.

If I was in that nursing home,

Well, I'd probably be dead.

Man: (yelling) let me see my mother!

Hey! Hey!

- This is from yesterday. Bobby worked the 7-11 shift,

And around 5 p.M., this goes down.

It's hard to id him off of this.

- Sir, I need you to calm down!

(thud, pained cry) donovan: Ooh!

(sighs) all right, go back.

(key clacks repeatedly) back, back, back.

Right there. - Hm.

Zoom in there.

Looky, looky. - What's that?

- He's wearing a ring.

Huh.

Usic plays, buzz of chatter)

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Gloria: Hi! Hey. Oh sorry.

You came!

Have some. This is bobby's last batch.

- Thank you.

- Thanks.

- Eat up, come on! - (small chuckles)

(french song plays)

- Do you really think the guy with the ring is gonna show up?

- Guilt brings all the boys to the yard.

Pretty good. - Mm-hmm.

- Hmm. I'm gonna go circulate.

At a distance.

Gloria: Hey, everyone, this one's for bobby.

♪♪♪

♪ dream a sweet dream ♪

♪ you come to me like the sunrise ♪

♪ dream ♪

♪ oh, sweet dream ♪

♪ you hold my hand ♪

♪ through the darkness ♪

♪ I see diamonds falling from the trees ♪

♪ open arms that turn into weeds ♪

♪ life doesn't promise a thing ♪

♪ loving you, I do believe ♪

♪ moving on, you keep me, keep me moving on ♪

- May I? - By all means.

♪ I won't give you up ♪

Are you a friend of bobby's? - Mm.

I'm the, uh, I'm the coroner. I'm...

I'm investigating her death.

- Oh. - How did you know bobby?

- She's my granddaughter.

♪♪♪

- Cheers, guys! To bobby!

(bottles clink) - cheers. To bobby!

- Woo! Cheers!

- Cheers. - To bobby, guys!

Get 'em up high. Cheers...

- Cheers! - There you go. (laughs)

Hey...

- Cheers! - To bobby, guys!

- Cheers! - To bobby!

(music plays in the distance, low hum of chatter)

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(licks fingers)

(brushes hands off)

- Bobby would have loved this.

- Was she outgoing?

- She loved people.

I raised her on our farm.

Too quiet, I guess.

- She was very loved.

- I worried, you know, when the virus started

Because of her job,

But it was her passion,

Um, helping people,

And she was so hard-working.

- She's the granddaughter of a farmer,

So you probably have a lot in common.

(small laugh) - and she said,

"gung-gung, I'll be careful.

These people need me."

- Yeah.

- But why? Why take her life?

(jenny's phone rings)

- Oh, excuse me. I'm so sorry.

Malik? - Yeah. Yeah. I-yeah.

I see the guy, but I can't find mac.

- Uh... That's fine.

I'll uh... I'll find him.

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(the music starts to slow down and morph)

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Malik: Police!

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Get down, down, down! - Ugh!

(distorted music)

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- Ungh! (hard thump) - detective abed, homicide.

I need to ask you some questions, sir.

- I didn't do anything! Agh! Agh!

- Missing a gem, huh?

Guess you're not number one anymore.

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(guitar intro echoes around the space)

("fly at night" by chilliwack)

Donovan: ♪ four men in a rock'n'roll band ♪

♪ fly at night in the morning we land ♪

♪ fly at night ♪ til we're satisfied ♪

♪ see you in the morning from the other side ♪

♪ and when you close your eyes ♪

♪ sleep comes fast ♪

♪ when you fly the universe, well, you... ♪

♪ you need some rest, yeah, you... ♪

♪ you need some rest ♪

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♪ ooh, we like the big wide spaces ♪

♪ yeah, we like a sea of faces ♪

♪ time is just a rubber band ♪

♪ time is at our command ♪

♪ and when we look out ♪

♪ and see you there ♪

♪ you seem much closer and you... ♪

♪ you feel so near ♪

♪ yeah, you... You feel so near ♪

♪ yeah ♪

- Donovan! - ♪ ahhhhhh... ♪

Donovan!

(mic squeals)

(backing music continues)

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Wait, w-what'd I just do?

- Well, you were just singing karaoke at a stakeout!

- Uh... Why...

- Okay. - W-why would I do that?

- Because you're high!

- I'm, I'm high? - You're high, donovan.

You ate a weed brownie!

Yeah.

- I... Ate a weed brownie!

- Yeah. - (bursts out laughing)

- Shh... - (laughing)

- (laughing) I... I ate...

I ate... I ate... (laughing)

I ate the whole thing!

Both: (laughing hysterically)

- The ent... The entire... The entire thing.

- Oh my god... Oh my god...

- I'm so... I'm so... I don't know.

Both: (laughing)

Allic rattling)

(taps) - is this your ring?

- Yeah, it's my championship ring. High school rugby.

- It's missing a gem.

- It's from high school.

Why am I here?

(plastic baggy crinkles)

(gem rattles)

- We found this...

Embedded in the forehead of bobby almeda.

You were at her memorial.

Maybe feeling a little guilty

For punching her in the face?

- (nervous sigh) aw man...

- Yeah, we have you on camera.

- (blows out his breath)

I didn't mean to hit her, I swear!

- Did you follow her to the parking lot after that?

- What? No!

Look, I barely remember, man.

(yelling) I'm at linden tree like every day,

Begging to see my mother!

Begging!

She's only 62, but she's got parkinson's.

- So, bobby comes out and you attack her.

- They don't pick up their landline!

My mom doesn't have a phone

Or like a window I can see.

How am I supposed to know she's even alive?

- It made you mad. You blamed bobby.

- I saw bobby a couple hours after I hit her.

I mean, she was fine.

Except that she...

- Except?

(footsteps approach)

(sighs heavily)

(chuckles softly)

(knocking)

(door clicks open) you slept in your car?!

(laughs)

- Just gimme a minute, okay?

- (laughing) okay.

- Ugh...

(groans)

(door bangs shut)

(seagulls cry in the distance, metallic banging)

Ugh... - (laughing)

- I can still feel the effects of our uh...

- (groans) yeah. - "karaoke."

- (sighs) "karaoke."

You know, it took me 3 hours to walk home last night.

- (laughing)

- Anyways... Take a look at this.

- Okay.

What am I looking at?

- Security footage.

We found the guy who hit bobby.

(seagulls cry in the distance)

Few hours later, she brought his mom

Out the back door for a visit.

- That's kind. Hardly a motive for murder.

- Keep watching.

- Yeah. She's bleeding. - Yeah, I'm thinking,

Could that earlier punch have killed her?

She kept bleeding, went to drive,

Smashed her car.

Makes it manslaughter.

- Maybe. If she had a pre-existing condition.

(donovan's phone chirps)

- Hey, uh... Hey, I gotta go.

I have a place to be.

Ugh. Well, this... Is for you.

- I quit coffee.

- Who quits coffee during a pandemic?

- Who has somewhere to be during a pandemic?

(groans, door bangs shut)

(engine starts) - (exhales)

(car rumbles away)

(birds chirp)

(footsteps crunch, birds chirp)

(pressure sprayer sprays)

- Mr. Yee!

Hi. Jenny cooper!

- "th-thrombo, thromb--" - thrombocytopenia.

- No.

- Did she ever have frequent nosebleeds?

- No.

- Any conditions that would stop her blood

From clotting properly? - To be honest,

I thought you were here about this.

(door flap rustles)

Bobby was growing it.

- Wow.

This is a lot of weed.

- Found it about a month ago.

At first, I thought strangers were growing on my land.

- "guerrilla growers."

- Hm. So I sat up all one night, waiting,

And it was bobby.

I was mad, but we talk,

And she said it was to help people.

- Hmm.

What kind of pesticides do you use?

- Uh... Atrazine, but I never spray here.

- Okay... Ooh! Ooh! Shoot... - Mice.

They, they get at the stalks if you use too much mulch.

- Do you use something for them?

(gloves rustle)

(container rattles)

(clicks open)

What are you looking for?

(baggie rustles) - "brodifacoum."

It's a blood thinner.

- But why would my bobby eat poison?

- It's water-soluble.

It, it... Could've bled into the soil,

Absorbed into the plants.

She baked with it. She ingested it.

Maybe there was enough to accumulate in her system.

- I put that poison there, trying to help her,

And now you're saying I killed my own granddaughter.

- No! No, I'm not saying-- - get out!

- Mr. Yee, I am just trying to figure out how bobby died.

- But you are guessing!

She was my granddaughter!

Until you know how she died, get off my land!

- Mr. Mcavoy?

- That's me. - I'm dr. Cheng.

So you've got some leg pain.

Is it a dull pain or shooting?

- Shooting. Kinda like jordan playing in old shoes.

(chuckles nervously)

(mechanical high-pitched static)

- Can you feel that?

- Yeah.

- And the pain, does it go up or down?

- Up and down, from my leg to my lower back.

- Hmm. Any numbness in your foot?

- Sometimes.

Hey, maybe I need orthotics.

I walk a lot for my job.

- Well, your mri suggests we should run some tests.

- Tests?

- No poison in either one.

(phone rings in the distance)

But you were right; bobby did have brodifacoum in her blood.

- But it wasn't in the plants?

- Or the brownies, according to my tests.

(phone rings in the distance)

- Thanks, river.

(clears her throat)

(footsteps recede)

(sharpie rasps)

(file thumps lightly)

(sighs heavily)

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(file slaps on the desk)

(scribbling rasp)

(marker thumps, folder rustles)

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(birds chirp)

(ross imitates a bird call)

- Hey, that was-- oh.

- You see? - It's not bad. Yeah, striped.

- Yeah, it's right there.

- Oh yeah. (gasps)

(bird chirps)

- Shh...

- (whispering) wow...

(high-pitched cry, echoing wing beats)

(sighs) oh... - Oh no.

- Okay, well, at least we can tell mom we saw one.

(birds chirp, crows caw, branch rustles)

♪♪♪

Male reporter: Premier doug ford spoke out today

About the treatment of patients in long-term care facilities,

Calling for full transparency

And even suggesting criminal charges.

Which begs the question, will he follow through?

(box thumps loudly)

- Okay...

(files thud heavily, box rattles)

- My focus for the inquest

Will be on infection control. - You mean use of ppe?

- Yeah, that's, uh, one facet.

Linden tree didn't give their workers masks,

Even though they knew covid was in the facility.

- As the crown attorney

Speaking for the coroner's office, I'm on your side,

But can you prove that?

- Yeah. I sequestered their garbage back in April.

No n95s, and no surgical masks.

- Very nice. - Thanks.

- Found a whistleblower-type complaint in their email.

That's my sequestered garbage.

(inhales sharply)

- Okay. Uh...

(reading) "I've been working for three years.

You don't care about the staff or the elderly residents.

People are dying every day of covid.

You say it's pneumonia.

You say wearing masks will scare the residents.

You're killing people. We need protection!

Bobby almeda."

♪♪♪

- What? (footsteps echo)

- Um...

(whoosh, echoing footsteps return to normal)

(low hum of chatter, phones ring)

Uh, nothing. Uh... She died.

We just, uh, we never figured it out.

- Huh.

- Did anybody get back to her?

(paper flutters)

- It says that she was disciplined

For giving the residents...

Uh, the residents weed brownies.

- They didn't fire her. - Uh, no.

They, uh... She must've threatened to go public.

Clark: Linden tree's parent company,

Care orchard, sent some video.

Linden tree said they implemented strict protocols

As soon as the outbreak started.

Staggered start times for staff,

Hand sanitizer at all workstations...

And entrances.

Jenny: Mm-kay.

There's gloria.

He's switching the bottle.

That's bobby.

Wait. Um, show me the next day?

- 'kay.

- He's switching the bottle again.

Why is bobby the only one who gets the small sanitizer?

I thought it was ingestion over time.

It's uh... It's absorption.

Um, are there any uh...

Code violations for linden tree?

- Yeah, yeah. There's a...

There's a bunch.

- What're you looking for? - (muttering to herself)

Mice.

(phone rings in the distance)

Mitch: You're back.

No new cases today, happy to report!

- Step away from the counter, please.

- What's going on?

- I have a warrant to search these premises.

♪♪♪

(doors slide opened and closed)

(cupboard door bangs shut)

(rustling)

Bingo.

- Swapped it out each time for her.

Mitch: No. - No?

Okay, here.

(baggie rustles) put out your hands. Use it.

Come on.

- I-I just thought she'd get sick and go away.

(baggie rustles)

- Well, she wasn't that kind of person.

- Mitch gnatek, you're under arrest

For the murder of bobby almeda.

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(blanket rustles)

Dr. Cheng: Lidocaine should be kicking in.

Not as bad as the biopsy, right?

- (chuckles humourlessly)

Can you feel that?

- No, don't feel a thing. - Great.

I'm going to insert a needle between your vertebrae.

- 'kay.

- You're doing great.

Needle's in.

Now I'm just trying to get a little fluid.

(spinal fluid drips)

- How's it going back there, doc?

- Great. You're doing great.

(dripping quickly)

- H-how long will it take before the results come back?

- Not long.

- Mm. I just...

Wanna know if I have cancer.

- Grandpa!

(birds chirp)

Grandpa!

(gasping for breath)

(blows out his breath, running footsteps)

(car rumbles)

(breathing hard)

I've lost grandpa. (door clicks open)

- What? What do you mean, you've lost grandpa?

- We were birdwatching and I just saw a hawk and...

He's gone, okay?!

- Great. Just show me where you last were.

- I circled, and I retraced,

And I backtracked.

Um... I think we should get grandpa a tracker.

- I just... I... I don't know how much longer

He's gonna be able to do things on his own, ross.

I just wanna-- - well, yeah, but I,

I didn't mean like a leash, mom.

I just meant like an app.

- Yeah. We can, we can look into that.

- (sighs heavily)

- It's his jacket!

(crow caws)

(branches rustle)

(yelling) dad?!

Gordon: Yeah, I'm over here!

- Yeah, dad, it's us!

Just stay exactly where you are, okay?

Gordon: I'm fine.

Ross: (blows out his breath) oh, I was worried.

- Hey, it's okay.

He's okay. All right? - (blows out his breath)

Okay.

- Ross, honey,

I release you.

- From what?

- I release you from the responsibility of grandpa.

Okay? He's resilient, and you...

You need to be 19. - Mm.

Come on.

(yelling) don't move, dad!

(crow caws, cicadas buzz)

Do you see him? - Yeah.

Oh gee.

What're you doing?

- Oh, there's my coat!

- Oh, there's my dad!

- Where have you been? - Sorry.

Okay, maybe I got a little lost, but...

Look what I found? Do you believe this?

This is amazing! Look at this!

- Yeah. - I may have,

I may have wandered off the trail,

But I found this place. Isn't it amazing?

- This is really nice. - It's beautiful.

- I mean, who knew our new place

Would be adjacent to a spot like this?

- Yeah. - This is sweet.

- You'd find it. - (chuckles)

(water burbles)

Oh yeah.

Listen, stay right here, take your time.

We'll stick to the main path, huh?

- I'll try not to wander off.

- Very funny. - Yeah.

(birds chirp, water burbles)

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(water splashes lightly)

(birds chirp, water burbles)

(letter rustles)

(grass crunches underfoot, birds chirp, doves coo)

- Hello.

(letter crinkles) - clark.

(shoes thump) what're you doing at my house?

- I like your look.

- What?

Oh, um... It's not a look,

It's an at-home... Look.

Sorry, uh...

Something wrong with the inquest?

- Yeah, kinda.

- Are you gonna tell me?

- I'm trying to decide if you're the kind of person

Who likes to know, or the kind of person who doesn't.

- Okay. Um...

I don't appreciate you coming to my house,

So you can... Call me tomorrow or email me.

- I'm here as a professional courtesy.

We got an anonymous tip about your sister's death.

- Saying what?

- It's about your dad.

The way she fell is suspicious.

- Yeah, well, are you gonna open a case against my dad

Because of this? - I'm not saying that, but...

I have to look into it.

- And who, uh, who put in the tip?

- You know I can't disclose that.

- Let me guess. It's an inmate from a correctional facility

Named kelly hart?

I helped put her in jail, and this door is closed.

- I'm just the messenger.

Oh, this means you have to recuse yourself

From our inquest.

- Uh, no. No, that's my inquest.

- Rota fortuna, jenny. Fortune's wheel.

It was nice working with you.

And note to self: You like to know.

(door clicks open)

(door bangs shut, engine starts)

(jeep backs up)

(jeep rumbles away)

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(taps letter)

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- (muffled scream)

Dammit!

Ow!

(footsteps crunch, birds chirp)

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