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Is everything okay? I um...

finally got a letter from Liam.

- That’s it. That’s it. Okay. - It’s okay.

- She still doesn’t like you.

- Give it time. I’m an acquired taste.

- So, your biopsy shows that you have

a solitary spinal plasmacytoma,

a low tumour in the lumbar spine.

You’ll need to start a regular course of radiation,

as soon as possible.

- When I was a kid, my mother died.

And the police came to our house around midnight

and said that there had been an accident.

- But you don’t think that’s what happened.

Clark, what’re you doing at my house?

- We got an anonymous tip about your sister’s death.

The way she fell is suspicious. I have to look into it.

Mom!

Mom!

- Yeah.

- What’s going on? Are you okay?

- Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I’m just, you know,

I’m just doing my, uh, my therapy homework.

- You were screaming.

- Yeah, I know, just it’s...

scream your cares away, right?

Look, next time, I’ll do it into the pillow.

I’m gonna be late for work. Move.

Mooooove!

Thank you.

- All right, thank you.

- Hey! - Hey.

- So, what have we got? - Derek Grant, contractor.

Found him still in his bed, if you can call it that.

- Shall we? - Yeah.

Okay.

Ungh!

Well, no signs of trauma.

Or bruising.

But Derek does have a... pretty bad sunburn.

- Well, given the tar on his hands,

probably got it working on the roof.

- Yeah. Well, there’s blue under his fingernails.

Could be hypoxia.

- Heart attack? - I mean, he’s a little young.

We’ll know more after the autopsy.

Hmm.

- Well, there’s no obvious signs of foul play.

We might be good on this one.

- I wouldn’t be so sure about that.

Do you have a key to the house?

- Yeah, sometimes Derek had me come in when he wasn’t around,

do mouldings, stuff like that.

- You show up for work what, around 9:00?

- I was gonna start the wiring today,

but at first, I thought Derek was just sleeping in.

Sometimes he liked to tie one on, you know.

But then, when I touched him...

- What can you tell us about Derek?

- He had a habit of making promises he couldn’t keep.

Debts, you know.

This job, I’ve never seen him so stressed.

- Do you know why this one, specifically?

- Well, his wife, Shelley, she hated the place.

They fought about it all the time,

and then, she moved out.

- You have a number for Shelley?

- Yeah.

- Hey! Sir! Sir! Excuse me! Hi! - Oh!

- Sorry.

Uh, it’s, uh, tragic, huh? You know, young guy like that.

- Yeah, did you, uh, did you know Derek Grant?

- No, not, not really.

I’m a handyman, you know, odd jobs, stuff like that.

I used to take care of the yard

for the old lady that used to live here,

and I said I’d keep it up for Derek until he sold the house.

It’s a shame. You know, you’d think people

would learn by now. - Learn what?

- Well, that house? It’s-it’s haunted.

Everybody knows that.

- Any history of cardiac disease? Breathing trouble?

- No, he was in perfect health, according to his GP.

I mean, he did live in a haunted house, so...

you know.

- You’re not serious. - You know what, I’m just...

keeping an open mind.

- My mother believed in spirits.

Used to see them all the time. She relied on them.

They guided her.

- Whoa!

- Ooh! Cherry red discolouration.

- Well, let’s make sure.

- Ungh!

Oof! That is red.

Looks like carbon monoxide poisoning.

There isn’t even a working furnace in that house.

How did he die of CO poisoning?

- We have a rule, River!

- I know, phones on silent only.

I’ll turn it off.

Sorry, I... I have to go.

- Ah! You’ve been training!

- Or you’re gettin’ slow, man!

- Gimme one more run, man. Gimme one more--

- Yo, yo, yo. Hey, you okay? Yo.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m good. I’m good, man, just--

- You sure? You’re unsteady, man.

- Did I mumble? I-I’m fine!

It’s all good, it’s all good, man.

I got-I got a protein bar here, and I--

You know what? Just go back to the office, man, I’m good.

- All right. - I’m good. I’ll catch you.

I’ll catch you. - All right.

See you at the office, man. - Yeah.

- Aw, did you see? It’s a panda!

Okay, go on, say it. Who is that?

- Oh! Did you hear it? She said mama!

- Yeah, you can see in her eyes she has a lot to say!

- Alison--

- Look who it is. Say hi. - Hi, River.

- Hi, Sabina.

- Uh, I-I’ll call you back, hon.

- Okay. - Squeeze her tight for me.

- I have a friend who works for Indigenous Liberty,

the legal aid society.

- Yeah, we hear from them all the time.

- Yeah. Well, she was looking into a few cold cases

for oversights in the system.

Well, look.

Oh...

Uh...

- Uh, okay, Shelley, I’ll meet you at the house.

I’m about, uh, 20, 20 minutes away.

Okay. Okay, thanks.

Hey.

You okay? - They found him.

- They found who?

- - Alison.

- I think I know who killed my mother.

- Okay. Hey, what do you need?

- I need some time off.

- Yeah, of course.

Of course, but how can I help? How can, like-

- Um, I, uh...

I need to face this myself.

- Alison?

If you need anything at all,

you know that I’m here for you, right?

- I know.

Thank you.

Hello?!

Shelley?

Hello?!

Shelley.

- Derek was gonna build us a dream home.

Just had to flip this place first.

- How, uh, how long were you two married?

- Common law.

We were gonna spend the profits from this on a wedding.

- And when did you move out?

- I’d had enough.

I moved in with my mom, two weeks ago.

I begged him to leave,

but he wouldn’t listen.

This old house, it’s different than the others.

Always some disaster.

This house took everything from me.

- You talk about this house like it’s alive.

What?

- The wallpaper.

- Uh, what about it?

- It’s underneath it.

Derek thought he could just cover it up.

Like I could forget it was there.

I don’t know what killed Derek, but...

it wasn’t an accident.

Oh, my God.

- Maybe you could, uh,

see about getting some sleeping pills.

- No, Dad, that would interfere with your other medication.

- I didn’t mean for me.

I heard you last night on that couch. You were tossing

and turning something terrible. - Sh...

- Are you having the bad dreams again?

- No, I’m-I’m good. - Are you sure?

’Cause you seem a little bit,

I don’t know what’s the word, jittery?

- Oh, come on, Jenny. Okay, there we go.

Um, see? That’s why I, uh, I quit coffee.

Okay. Um...

You ready for this?

- Well, I’m not thrilled to talk

to a Crown Attorney at any time,

but you know, if you think it’s a good idea we do it,

then we do it.

- Yeah, yeah. I mean, Clark, he uh...

he’s got a reputation for being fair.

I’ve worked with him and uh...

you know, I think it’s better that we, we face this,

rather than hide.

Okay.

- You say you found Katie at the bottom of the stairs.

- Yeah.

- Because the pictures from the scene--

- Oh, hey, you can’t show him those.

- Of course not, but...

they show Katie several feet from the stairs,

almost like she fell over the railing.

- Well, the paramedics could’ve moved her

when they were trying to resuscitate her.

- I’m... I’m asking him. - Ask me. Um, well, she fell.

That’s, I mean, that’s what happened.

- Okay, but from the top step, or over the railing?

- I don’t understand what you’re really asking me?

Are you saying, was I there when she fell or...?

- Gordon, I’m asking you if she fell from the top step

or over the railing? That’s what I’m asking you.

It is a simple question, Gordon.

Top step, or over the railing? Which one?

- Okay, hey, let’s just, let’s take a minute.

Let’s just take a break for a second, okay?

- Let’s just finish my questions.

- Well, he was asked all of these questions 30 years ago

by the police. - And he will be, again,

unless you let me finish talking to him.

- Are you accusing him of something?

- Okay, that’s enough!

How dare you march into this house

and dredge up the past like this?

I lost my little girl! She lost her sister!

Do you understand that?

And you come in here and you start picking over the bones

like some... damn vulture.

- Okay.

I’ve got everything I need.

I’ll see myself out.

Thank you.

- You okay, Dad?

- I’m sorry I yelled.

- No, no, it’s okay.

You did everything right.

It’s just uh...

Ugh! Sorry. Just give me a second.

- I did everything right.

- What?

- Okay... This a bad time?

- No, it’s fine. What is it?

- Well, figured whoever wrote "Die Nora Die"

must be connected to our haunted house,

so I did some digging. - Okay, let me guess,

what, it’s... built on a cemetery by a cult of Satanists?

- That would be awesomely cool.

- Nothing that juicy, I’m afraid.

Place was built by a guy named Paul Sullivan.

Bequeathed to his daughter, Astrid, after he died.

- Boomers, am I right?

I’ll never own a home; I’ll just...

die in my one-bedroom apartment.

- Astrid lived there her whole life, raised a family,

but couldn’t make the payments.

Bank foreclosed after she passed.

There’s been four owners since.

Guess who sold the house to Derek.

- Die Nora Die. - She’s still alive?

- That’s right, Liam. Breathe with her.

No. Slow and steady.

Just let it happen.

- Let it happen.

- Good. - Let it happen.

- Good.

Look, I can’t.

Enough. I don’t know why I’m doing this.

I mean, I mean I don’t know why this is so hard, but...

- Does anyone have anything to offer to Liam?

- Maybe don’t worry so much.

- Okay, cool. That’s not really a tip.

- Liam, what did you expect to happen today?

Well, you said a horse is a mirror.

She sees me. So, if I’m okay, she’s okay, right?

- Yes. - Well, I’m fine.

- Fine isn’t a feeling. - Yeah, I know.

Angry is a feeling. Frustrated is a feeling.

But I’ve been through a lot, right, and, and...

here, I’m calm.

No triggers, no danger,

except a horse kicking you in the head.

- Liam, you don’t need to be funny. Just be yourself.

- Well, I feel more like myself than I have in a long time,

but still, I can’t connect with her.

- And how do you feel now?

- I’m supposed to leave here in two weeks.

I’m... I’m just worried that I’m not ready yet.

Yeah.

Jenny, let’s start with you today. Ready?

- Yeah, sure.

- Be here.

Hit the pillows with what’s on your mind.

- Okay.

Be here now. All right, I...

I’m thinking that-- - Uh, uh. Feel.

What’re you feeling, Jenny?

-

What am I feeling?

I’m feeling angry.

- Good! Angry’s hard for you.

- I’m feeling angry that my past is back.

- Go there.

- That, no matter what I do,

it just keeps coming back.

I forgave myself. I moved on!

It just keeps coming back!

It’s not fair! It’s not fair! It’s not fair!

I just wanted my Legos back!

- Jenny. -

- What’s your truth right now?

- Oh God, my whole body’s just buzzing.

- Let it out. Own your truth.

What’s the worst that could happen?

- Someone could die.

- I know your anger scares you, Jenny,

but you can use it to heal.

- Yeah, and how? How do I do that?

- The place where you stop

is where you need to push through.

- Thank you.

- You need anything, I’m right outside, okay?

- Thank you.

Uh, Cliff Malvern, I’m Alison from "Slaughter into Wine."

- Yeah, the podcast.

You said in your email.

Look, is talking to you gonna help my case, or what?

- You were convicted on all four counts of murder.

You confessed to all four.

I want to hear your story, Mr. Malvern. I...

The listeners are interested in...

your side of things.

- So, which one you wanna hear about?

Marcy? Rachel?

Deborah? Vicky?

- Michelle.

- Look, that woman is not okay.

She’s about to jump right out of her skin.

- Yeah, well, she was okay before she moved

into the haunted house.

- I’ve lived in some sketchy places in my time.

You can’t blame all that on a house.

I mean, what could be so terrifying on a video,

that she can’t ever watch it again?

- Okay, look, I mean the fact that,

that she just woke up one morning

and this video was on her phone, if that happened to me,

I would never go back into that house again.

- But someone wrote that threat.

- Someone, or some thing.

Look, I still don’t have an explanation

for the carbon monoxide, so-- - Well, that’s your department.

All I know is I can’t charge a house for murder.

They don’t even make handcuffs that size.

- Okay.

What about contact tracing?

- Tracking the movement of infected people?

- Mm-hmm.

What if we could do that for a house?

- Marcy, she was a...

a good-looking woman. - I asked about Michelle.

- Told ya, I never heard of her.

- March 15, 1995, you were in Hamilton.

- If you say so.

- At your trial, the Crown connected the murders

to your delivery routes - Calgary, Toronto,

Regina, Thunder Bay, Kamloops.

- You know...

you don’t seem like the type for this sorta work.

- All of your victims lived near,

or worked at, truck stops.

Michelle lived within walking distance to a truck stop,

and there’s a... a gap in your timeline.

March ’95, this didn’t come out in the trial.

A friend of mine told me that you were in Hamilton

the night of the 15th.

Do you remember that night?

It was raining.

- I think my teacher will be mad at me again.

I’m making fun of John A. MacDonald this time.

- Alison, show respect.

You know how they love their old men.

- Even the dead ones? - Especially the dead ones.

- Ow! - You’ve got knots again!

You need to wash it tonight. - But I have to finish this.

Mom, we’re out of Poppin’ Puffs.

- I’ll get some tomorrow morning. It’s raining.

- Please? I need the marshmallows for extra energy.

- I’m reading that essay before you hand it in.

But I’ll be back in five minutes.

- This is your chance to tell your story, Cliff.

- Come off it.

You’re no podcaster.

- This was a mistake.

I shouldn’t have come.

- You’re very brave to face that man.

- What was I thinking?

That he would just confess to killing my mother

because he happened to be in the same city

the night she died? Just...

- You had to try.

- I just, I’ve...

I’ve lived so long not knowing what happened.

And now I’m so close...

I don’t know if I wanna find out.

But I also don’t wanna leave before I...

know her story.

- I know a good story.

It’s about a beautiful

and loving woman,

an amazing mother,

and a heartbreakingly wonderful partner,

whose mother would’ve been so proud of her.

Her name’s Alison,

and I love her.

- I have to go back.

I can’t... lie.

I want him to know who I am.

- We captured the randomized cell phone data

from Derek’s neighbourhood, the night he died.

This is every cell phone in the neighbourhood.

- Are those uh...?

- The two phones that were in Derek’s house

the night he died. - Yeah.

- Yeah. One is Derek’s.

- And the other?

- We don’t know.

It goes inside the house and...

disappears. Every night.

Including last night. - Yep, so whoever it is,

they’re still spending their nights at Casa del Spooky.

- Back one’s locked.

- It’s a cop car, Jenny.

- Right.

Do you think they’ll show up?

- Only one way to find out.

I’ve hung out in worse places.

- Worse than a house that wants everyone dead?

- Why did you agree to see me again?

- Michelle...

was your mother.

Don’t you wanna sit? - I’m fine.

- Okay.

Maybe...

I was in Hamilton in ’95.

- I just want the truth. - So, tell me.

- What? - Tell me...

what happened to your mother,

and if I like what I hear, I’ll...

...confess.

- It was raining.

She went to the truck stop.

To their grocery store, to buy some cereal, and...

- And?

And you wanna know what happened?

My mother watched me grow up.

She saw me graduate.

When I brought home my first girlfriend,

she was happy for me.

She was beside me for the birth of my child.

She is with me here, right now.

And you...

you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

- Wait.

Thought you wanted my story.

- You can keep your story for yourself.

I’ve got my own.

- I had a dream last night that my house was haunting me.

- I’d like to think if I was dead,

I’d have better things to do.

- Yeah. I mean, I don’t believe in ghosts.

That’s a rabbit hole I can’t go down.

- Yeah, I’m a detective. I want an explanation.

Is there something on the other side to...

make sense of all this craziness.

- So, ghosts?

- No, I--

But in Jamaica, we have what they call "duppies."

- Duppies.

- Hmm. Duppies are malevolent spirits

said to come out at night.

- Okay, that sounds apropos.

- I mean, story has it that

duppies are the manifestation of the soul of the dead -

haunting and plaguing the living.

They suck all the joy and happiness out-

outta the ones they haunt, like a disease.

- I mean, maybe that’s what’s haunting this house?

- Yeah, or worse. It could be obeah,

or a voodoo curse.

- Are you serious?

- Yeah.

Duppy season’s not ’til November.

- Oh, my God! You’re such an... -

- ass! Ugh...

- Although lately it feels like one’s been hanging around.

- What?!

Oh, my God!

That sounded like it came from downstairs.

- How could anyone have gotten past us?

- This is so dumb.

This is so dumb!

Leave.

- Hey!

- Oh, shoot! - You okay?

- Yeah, yeah, I’m okay.

I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay.

I’m okay.

I don’t believe in ghosts.

I don’t believe in-- - There’s no one down here.

He doubled back on us!

Wait here!

Ugh!

Son of a--

We’re locked in!

- Whoa.

- Hey, Malik! We’re inside the house.

- Do you feel that? - Hey, yeah, no,

send, send a car! Over.

- Ugh... - What the hey?

Dammit.

- It’s carbon monoxide. - What the...?

- If we can feel it now, we’ve only got a few minutes.

You gotta keep your heart rate down. Come here.

There’s more oxygen down low. Come here.

Control your breathing. -

- Control your breathing. -

- Did you see any windows? - No.

We gotta get outta here, Jenny.

- Yeah, we just have to find the source.

- All right, I’ll check these tarps. Ugh!

- I’m gonna check this wall.

- No. - Donovan?!

- Yeah? - Come here.

- Okay. - Come here!

Help me move this!

- Ready? -

- One, two, three!

- Holy! - You’ve got to be kidding me.

I’ll go first.

- Wha... - Ugh...

Keep going.

Keep going.

- The leaf blower guy?

- ’Kay, I-I don’t get it. So, you built a bunker

just to keep people out of a house.

- My house.

My grandfather built this house.

And my mom was supposed to leave it to me,

until the bank took it away.

- Astrid Sullivan was your mother.

- So, you became the handyman.

- I took care of the place,

and I saved everything I had to try and buy it back,

but the price just kept going up, and up, and up,

and they make it impossible for people like me!

- Yeah, but that doesn’t give you the right to kill.

- Derek...

he was literally ripping the guts outta my home!

This house was all I had.

It was my house.

- Hey. Uh, you got a minute?

- Yeah.

You’re resigning.

- Deep down, I think I always knew

what happened to my mother,

and this job...

was about seeking justice for people like her.

But it’s all different now.

I feel like the living...

need my help more.

- What’re you gonna do now?

- I’m going to work for Indigenous Liberty.

They need someone with experience

in restorative justice.

- Yeah, no, that um...

That makes, that makes total sense. I think...

I think you’re doing the right thing.

- Thanks.

What am I gonna do without you?

- You’ll manage.

You have a team that trusts you.

You just need to start trusting yourself more.

You can do it, Jenny Cooper.

- I can do it, Jenny Cooper. -

Come here.

Ugh...

I love you, Alison.

I mean, I hate that you’re leaving.

I love you.

- I love you, too.

But before I go...

Did you...?

- Ta-da!

- - Mixed berry.

Your favourite. - My favourite.

Oh, you’re amazing, Alison.

- I know. -

Thank you.

If you ever need anything...

if you ever wanna come back...

- I know.

- I’m gonna get tears in my pie.

- Mmm. - Ugh...

Oh, my God, it’s so good.

- I know! -

- Hey. - Hey.

- Thanks for coming. - Yeah.

You called, I’m here.

Your move.

- Right. Yeah.

I um...

I wanted to set the record straight

on what happened to my sister.

- Great.

- You know, I think it’s better if I talk directly to your Dad.

- No, j-- look, um...

the truth is...

the truth is that...

um...

that...

come on.

I just, I need a sec-- I need, I need one second and--

No, Jenny. No. No, Jenny.

- Bite.

- Jenny, here. Bite. Bite. Bite the apple.

you can’t have a panic attack

and eat an apple at the same time.

- Okay. Okay.

Jenny, when I lay murder charges,

there’s only two things that matter.

Okay, will I get a conviction,

and does it serve the public interest?

Did he kill your sister?

- No.

- Okay.

- That’s it?

- That’s it.