All language subtitles for buba1

[church bell rings]

[distant siren blaring]

- You look like you have
a lot on your mind.

- I do.

- Well, come and sit.

Stay for a while.

- I haven't been in a church
in a very long time.

- Not a believer?

- I'm a doctor.
I believe in science.

- Mm-hmm. Miracles
of modern medicine.

- Miracles...

Right.
[chuckling]

- I'm simply pointing out
that science and faith are not

mutually exclusive.

How are you feeling?

- I'm about five months now,
so it's starting to feel real.

[sighing]
I guess I'm...

tired, happy, scared.

- I can help, if you like.

[sighing]

- How do we start?

- You tell me your sins.

- I feel like I have a...

...a calling.

But this thing, it affects
everyone around me.

And they pay the price
for the choices I make.

And I'm afraid
this baby will too.

- Go on.

- I have lied
to the people I love the most.

I've hurt them,
and I've lost them.

And in the last 24 years,

I've killed 49 people.

But I can't stop.

I play God over and over again.

And I don't know if I do it

for them or for me.

- Dr. Harris...
- I know.

Doubt is the key to faith.

- Yes. May God give you peace...

and pardon.

I absolve you...

of all your sins.

- Thank you.
- Amen.

[soft music]

Almighty Jesus...

...forgive us for our sins.

Save us from the fires of Hell.

Lead all souls

into heaven,

especially those
in need of thy mercy,

through your saving grace, Lord.

Souls of the faithful departed,

rest in peace.

♪♪♪

- Father...

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[church bell rings]
[rock music]

[ducks quacking]

- Parkdale nature walk,

scenic 2.5 acres
complete with flora,

fauna, birds and butterflies.

- Well, probably not
a lot of butterflies today.

- Why not?
- It's cold.

Most butterflies die
in the winter. Jess, do we need

to worry about
your applications?

Jess? I know you're in love,

but Heather can wait.

Is everything OK?
- Yeah. Fine.

Everything's good.

Um... Yeah, college stuff's
not due for a few weeks.

Anyways, I'm on it. I gotta
write those pre-med essays,

but I have some ideas.
- So, Cambie,

I could pick you up
at the field trip after work.

- Oh, no, you don't...
you don't have to.

- Maybe I want to.
- OK.

It's just that...

it's kind of embarrassing.

You're... old and pregnant.

You don't even
have a boyfriend, so...

It's kind of weird.
- OK, wow.

It's OK. I get that it's hard to
wrap your head around it all.

It's hard for me too sometimes.

[soft music]

[crow cawing]

[door opening]
[chuckling]

Good morning.
- Good morning Dr. Harris.

- Morning, Dr. Harris.

- You know, I've been meaning
to talk to about something.

- What's that?
- You are... glowing,

and I find it highly annoying.
I prefer the dull,

pale pallor of my people.
- I'll work on it.

- Old Colon Cancer's
been a bit peaky.

We should check on him in a bit.
- Des, can you try to call them

by their real names please?

- You have your way,
I have mine.

Breakfast, dinner,
that's how the farmers do it.

Adorable little pigs and cows.
You can't give them a name

not unless you want
to get attached, which I do not.

- Living the dream.

- Look... see?

Our system is working.

Heart Disease.
- Glen, please!

- He knows he's out today,
so he's saying

a discreet goodbye
to his...

rather attractive niece.

We should just simply be glad
she got a chance to see

her beloved uncle before he dies

an inevitable and natural death.

- Oh, finally!
Bingo card replacements.

Some new bumpy-covered
thrillers, a couple

of fidget spinners...
- Fidget spinners?

- I've had a few requests.

- It's a hospice.

- No Des, it's a home.

Glen, huh? God, it seems
like he just got here.

- We'll need Pento for him.
Did you get the dose

out of the storage unit?
- I did.

However, I'm starting
to feel like we're short.

I'm concerned
about our Pento supply.

I've been keeping inventory and
I feel like were just missing

a few boxes...

- Well, when did you start?

- Start what?
- Keeping track.

- I don't know. Two months ago?
- So then, how do you know

we're short? See, that's
the thing about an inventory.

It's like do re mi, you have
to start at the very beginning.

- Excuse me?
I'm sorry to bother you.

- Ah, no. No, no. Come in.
- I'm just concerned

about my uncle.
- Glen, yes. Of course,

He's one of my favourites.
How can we help?

- He can't find his photo album.
He seems a little obsessed.

I'm just wondering
if any of you have seen it?

- I haven't, but I would
love to. I bet he's got

some great stories. Let's go
take a look right now.

[soft music]

- Gail? You ready to go home?
- I guess.

- How are you feeling?
- I'm basically

in constant agony.

But, you know, other than that.
[chuckling]

- Do you want me to talk
to Dr. Dunn before you leave?

Maybe we can increase
your pain medication.

- He keeps saying
I might have another year.

I don't want another year.

Not like this.

I can't. And I won't.

Annie, we're friends.

You know what I want.

- Why do you always have to give
Nicole such a hard time?

- Oh, I think I've been
more than indulgent.

Have I said one word
about the butterflies?

- I actually think it's helpful
for the other patients to know

who's nearing the end.
- Yeah, which is why I haven't

said anything. I'm merely
suggesting she spends

less time ordering games

and a little more on
the important things.

Like keeping track
of our Pento supply.

- I'm sure it was
just an oversight.

Math was never
Nicole's strong suit.

Annie, hi!
- Ah, there she is!

Our lovely Charon
on the river Styx,

our ferry woman
to the other side.

- Not how I see myself.
Ken Wong, 63, leukemia.

He's on the fence,
we'll see if he calls you.

But this one is a definite yes.
Lucy Oliviera, 36, lupus,

incurable kidney disease
as a result. She'll be

in for a consultation tomorrow.
- Oh, lovely.

Nice and terminal.
Just how we like them.

- Wow, you are
in rare form today.

I gotta roll.

- I'll walk you out.

How are things at the hospital?
- You win some,

you lose some. You?

- It's harder than I thought.

Sometimes, I miss the hospital.

Helping people in other ways,
you know? Des is happy though.

- Yeah, a real pig in shit.

[crow cawing]

Father O'Connell?

Nice guy. He try to convert you?

- I'm a tough nut to crack.

Gail Rahimi, 42,
sickle cell disease.

- She's a friend.
Real estate agent. She actually

sold me my condo.
- It says she's got a year left.

- Yeah, that's Dr. Dunn.
He always over-promises.

That's why I'm giving her
to you. She's not dying

fast enough for Des
to let her in here.

You heard him. He likes them
nice and terminal.

- The timing's not good.
- Please, Mary?

She's in agony. And desperate.

She's gonna do it herself
if someone doesn't help her.

- OK. I'll see her tomorrow.

- Thank you. I'll let her know.

See?

You're helping
a lot of people.

Here and on the outside.

- Yeah, I guess so.

[soft music]

♪♪♪

- The bell's broken, bitch,
but you'd know that

if you'd been here
in the past what, four months?

[crying]

Oh, my God. Jess.

Jesus, Jess,
what... what happened?

- Um... Heather dumped me.

Can I come in?
- Yeah, come in.

- I... I've been like,

texting her for a week,
and then she just...

She just broke up with me.

Like an hour ago,
she sent me a text.

- Classy.

I don't know. What did
your other friends say about it?

- Well, she was my other friend.

- Hmm. And your mom?

- Um, I didn't tell her.

She's the main reason
that Heather broke up with me.

She said she...
can't deal with it.

- What, that your mama
kills people?

Christians, man.

So literal.

I think this calls for beer.

- What happened in here?

- What do you mean?
- Well, you need, like,

industrial-strength cleaning.
- Yeah, well, no, my mom's away

doing some trial for the next
couple weeks, so...

- She left you alone?
- I know, right.

It's all mine, my own little
piece of suburban... heaven.

My kingdom though, my rules.

So... why don't we figure out

how we can get your mind
off of this Bible-thumping

basic bitch Heather? Hm?

♪♪♪

- Glen. How are you feeling?

- I've been trying
to find the right word.

Trepidatious is
as close as I've come.

- You know, we don't have
to do this today.

It's entirely your decision.
- I'm happy to make this

straight up, without a twist.

- Oh, it's not that.

38 years ago,

I was sitting
on the deck of a boat

with Henry Fawcett.

We had been best friends

since law school.

I remember looking

at his hand.

I wanted to touch it

more than I had wanted
anything in my life,

but I was scared.

- So what did you do?

- I reached out
and I took his hand.

We were together 33 years,

until he died.

I'm ready.

- OK.

- It's been a while
since I mixed up one of these.

But not to worry, it's...

it's always been
one of my special skills.

- I appreciate it, sir.

Never much cared for champagne.

Thank you.

- Uncle Glen, I found it!

[tense music]

I found the photo album.

I went back to your place.
It was in your office.

- Darling, you didn't
need to come back.

- I know... but this morning,

it felt like you were
almost saying goodbye.

Obviously not.
What are we celebrating?

- [Glen]: A life well lived.

- I'll drink to that.

- There's my girl.

- Right, right, of course, yeah.

There you go.

[coughing]

- See? There you are.

Mom's wedding.
God, Henry was a handsome man.

- Hey, now...

- But you,
on the other hand...

divine.

- That's more like it.

- OK, wait, this is
the one I wanted to show you.

Remember? I took it at Christmas

the last time
we were all together.

We ate lobster and artichokes.

You made me try my first oyster.

Glen.

- I think he's tired.

- That's OK.

I'll come back tomorrow.

Can I leave this here?
- Of course, yes.

♪♪♪

[sighing]

- How could you let that happen?
His niece just saunters

in right smack dab in the middle
of his happy ending!

- I didn't see her.
Do you know why?
- Yeah, you're too busy

painting butterflies.
- No, I am too busy trying

to make people's lives somewhat,
mildly, incrementally better

as they struggle to wrap their
heads around one of the biggest,

scariest mysteries
they're ever gonna face.

- Well, maybe we need
a gate then.

Yeah, a big, electronic gate.
- It's more complicated
than that.

- Two would control it. One at
the front, one at the back.

We vacuum packed this ship,
we lock it tight.

- Or maybe we've
got it all wrong.

I'm just saying, before all
this, Alice would've been able

to be there with her uncle when
he died. He would've wanted it

that way. She would've
wanted it too.

Maybe our system isn't working.
I mean, the reason

we started doing this
in the first place

was to work around
a broken system.

- OK... that's a very
interesting debate,

and I think that's worth
following up on.

In the meantime, what the hell
do we do about Glen?

- An announcement of death...

dated for tomorrow.

You can find him in the morning.

And I have to go.

[ducks quacking]

[indistinct conversation]

Cambie?

Cambie?

[ducks quacking]

Cambie!

Honey...

- It must've died
a few hours ago.

Starvation, pollution,
maybe old age.

I don't know.
That's what Miss Cara said.

- I'm sorry.

- It's just weird.

In a few hours,
it won't even exist,

just a pile of ashes, nothing.

Like it never happened.

[knocking]
- I'm in bed already.

[knocking]
- It's Des.

- Jesus, Lord.

[knocking]
Yes?

[sighing]
I thought you'd gone home.

- Well, I... I need
management to approve a gate.

I printed these up.

I was thinking
we could go for the...

the SST Stainless Steel
Slim 3000.

It's an elegant keypad,
hooks up to the phone system,

surprisingly affordable...

[exhaling heavily]
Look, I'm sorry.

All right?

What happened today,
it wasn't your fault.

- I know. Thank you.

- It's so odd...
what we're trying to do here.

But we need to stick together.
- My name's all over this thing.

Owner of the business,
owner of the property.

If this shit goes south,
it is on me.

- Never gonna happen.

Anyway, you...

you're never in the room
for the deaths.

So, you could just say...

you didn't know about any of it.

- You know, I practice
at night sometimes?

Officer...

we are taking care of people.

People who have
nowhere else to go.

We are giving them a safe place

at the end of their lives.
We're doing a really good thing.

- We are.

- I'll take a look
at those gates.

- Yeah, I'll see you
in the morning.

[rock music]

[giggling]
- OK, stop! Listen!

To forge... to forget her,

you have to destroy her.

- What?!

- OK. I'm paraphrasing,
of course.

- Paraphrasing who?

- Picasso. He was, OK,
he was kind of a dick,

but that's not the point.

Oh, no...

OH, NO!
[shushing]

[laughing]

- OK, her parents
got it for her.

Heather was already taken.

- It's interesting.

Hey... to forget her,

you have to...

- Destroy her!
[laughing]

OK.

Oh! Oh, dear!

Oh, that was loud!
- That was probably

the lamest thing
I've ever seen. Yeah?

This is funny to you?
- Yeah.

What are you doing?

- ♪♪ Our kind... our kind

Naomi...

[laughing]

- ♪ I'm looking at you ♪

- Run, dummy! We've gotta run!
We've gotta go! Come on!

Run faster!

- Cambie? It's your turn to DJ.
You got your playlist ready?

- Ooh, you're in a good mood.

- It's because she's
in her second trimester.

She gets to present
as normal once in a while.

- Here.
- You seem very knowledgeable.

- We learned it in health class.
We also learned

how to put a condom on a banana.
I should show you sometime.

[scoffing]
[car door opening and closing]

- What time did you
get in last night?

- Uh, I don't know.
Like 11, maybe?

You were asleep already.

- Is everything OK?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine.

- Yes, I was with him at
the end. And I can promise you,

it was very peaceful.
[knocking]

Yes. Yes of course, I'll collect
his personal belongings for you.

I have his photo album
right here. And once again,

I'm so, so sorry.

Hi.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

You must be...

- Lucy Oliviera.
- Desmond Bennett,

cofounder of Joys.
Pleasure to meet you.

I'm sorry about your prognosis.

- Wow, you're sorry
about a lot of things.

- Occupational hazard,
I'm afraid.

- Yeah, I bet.

- OK. Well... lupus,

would you like a tour?

- You... you just
called me "lupus."

- No, no I didn't.
- Yeah, you did.

Oh, it's fine. I don't care.

- I'm trying to remember
people's names little better.

Association, alliteration...
- Oh, yeah.

Lucy lupus, Diana dialysis.
It's...

It's very insensitive.
[Des sighing]

But I like it.

So, are you gonna tell me
how this whole thing works?

- Right... yes.

Should you choose
to join us here at Joys,

you will have
your own private room.

We take care of all meals
and medication.

There's no more than 10 patients
at a time, so a lot--

- Look, if I'm catching
Annie's drift correctly,

you guys are going to help me...

transition, skedaddle,

when I'm ready. Is that right?

- Yes. We will help you
if and when you're ready,

as long as it stays between us.
- No problem. How long?

- Wow. Uh...

Well, let's say...

2 to 3 weeks. We work
on a very careful schedule.

- Are you kidding?
What am I supposed to do

with my terminal ass
in here for three weeks?

- Podcasts.

You know, I personally,
I find them quite entertaining.

[laughing]

- Podcasts.

[soft music]

[phone line trilling]
- [Hi.]

- Hey, it's me.
Hey, did you change the lock

[on the storage unit?]
- I didn't. Why?

- I'm actually here right now.
I'm hoping

[some of Cambie's baby stuff is
still in there. I don't want]

[to double up.]
- Are you not coming in?

- I thought I'd take
the day off, maybe start working

on the nursery. We don't have
anything scheduled today,

so I'm sure Des will be
fine on his own.

- Des is never fine on his own.
- Anyway, the key's not working,

so I'm just...
I'll just make my way to you.

- No, no, no. Let me just...

I'll drive down, I'll give you
a hand as soon as these guys are

[finished up with Glen.]
- No, you don't have to do that.

- [I don't want you hauling
boxes by yourself. Just give me]

like 20 minutes. Plus, I could
just use a coffee. OK, bye.

Jacob, the guy
from the funeral home,

he's frickin' adorable.
- I don't think I know him.

- He's a little clean-cut
which is not usually my thing,

but he's got very strong hands.

Oh, my God...

I forgot this was here.

This is a court order
for child support,

$144 a month.

- Dad never paid it.
- Yeah, what a surprise.

That's what we were worth
back in 1983.

Looks like another
Mitchell kid's going to grow up

without a dad.
- It's Harris now.

- That's not my point,
and you know it.

- What do you
want me to say, Nicole?

- I know you don't
want to talk about Ben.

Maybe we should?
- There's nothing to talk about.

- You're having his baby.
I think that warrants

a conversation or two.
- Ben's gone. OK?

And even if he wasn't...

we never had a chance.

He never gave it a chance.

OK. I don't see any baby stuff.

- It's right here...

You know, it's kind of funny
that you kept it all.

- I guess it is.

[soft music]

Gail?

This is Dr. Mary Harris.

I'm sorry to just walk in.
I'm Annie's friend.

- Oh, my God.
I'm so glad you're here.

Honestly, I'm freaking out.

I wasn't sure
what to do or who to call.

- What happened?
- I don't know.

I'm one of her home nurses.
I'm new. I just came by

to check on her, give her
her meds, and she was like this.

I think she tried
to kill herself. Oh...

Oh, I can't handle this.
I don't like this kind of thing.

I barely even know her.
- How long's she been like this?

- I got here
a couple of minutes ago.

- You haven't called 911?
- I left my phone in the car.

- Can you move please?
Seriously, I need some space.

Gail. Gail. Gail.
Can you hear me?

- OK, that's fine. I'll go.
- Gail, can you hear me?

- I think I'm gonna be sick.
- Go. Go, I've got this.

- Thank you so much.
- Gail, can you hear me?

- Please, help me.

Please, I...

- OK. All right.

- Please, help.

Help me.
- I'll help you.

[fast-paced music]

- Please... Please... I can't...

- I'll help you.
- Help me.

[whimpering]

[rising music]

- I... thought you
might need my phone.

- Good. Yes.

- Should we call 911?

- Yes, we... we should call 911.

[soft whimpering]
[dialling]

It's OK. You're going to be OK.

- Hi, there.
We have a woman here

who needs medical attention.
I can't

remember the address.
It might be on one of these.

- Don't touch anything.

Hi, we're at 95 Sudbury,
at the home of Gail Rahimi.

We believe
it's a suicide attempt.

An insulin overdose, yes.
Yes, of course we'll wait.

♪♪♪

[indistinct speaking over radio]

[siren beeping]

- [woman]: Yeah, we've got
a 1079, 95 Sudbury.

Got it.

- I'm Detective Hall.
Thanks for standing by.

OK. So...

which one of you wants
to tell me what happened?

- I'm a nurse.

I came by to give her her meds.

I found her on the couch.
She was going in and out

of consciousness.
Then she got here, thank God.

- Name?
- Francis.

Francis Thorp.
T-H-O-R-P.

- Mm-hmm. And you are?

- Mary Harris.

- Friend, relative?

- No, I'm a doctor.

- Private practice? Hospital?

- I used to work
at Eden General.
- Hmm. How about now?

- Now, I work in a hospice.
I was scheduled to meet Gail

for a consultation.
- Name of the hospice?

- Joys.

- Joys.

OK. So, you showed up.

And then...
- She was already in shock.

Pulse was at about... 55 BPM.

We called you right away.
- And you were both with
her the whole time?

- Yes. We were here together,
the whole time.

Dr. Harris did
everything she could.

- OK. Thank you so much.

[indistinct speaking over radio]

[engine starting]
- [whispering]: Oh, my God...

Cambie? Jess?

[tense music]

[knocking]

Jess, can I come in?

Honey, what's going on?
You wanna talk about it?

- No. No.

[crying]

- Baby...

Baby Jess.

You can talk to me.

- It's so messed up.

- What is?

- I don't know. Everything.

- Yeah.

Is it Heather?

- She...

She just couldn't handle it,
you know?

- Handle what?

- You... what you do.

- I'm... I'm so sorry.

- That's OK.

It's just, it...

It's not exactly normal,
you know?

And Heather's pretty normal.

- I know.
Most people don't understand.

- The people who...

who love you do.

Mom, I'm glad I know.

Even when it gets
messed up, it's...

it's so much better

to know the truth.

[soft music]

[pensive music]

- I admitted
a new patient yesterday.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah, Lucy Oliviera.

She has lupus.
- You know her name.

I'm impressed.
- I'm like that little mango

inside you;
I'm growing every day.

So, how was your day off?

- It was...

It was...

- What? It's fine,

whatever it is.

- I screwed up.

- OK. That's OK.

Tell me.

- I killed someone.

Yesterday.

- I knew it. The Pento thing

the other day. I just...

I had this feeling.

Jesus, Mary. Why?

- Annie asked me to help
one of her other patients,

but she wasn't a fit,
not for here.

But then things got
really messed up.

There was this nurse there.

And we had to call emergency...

I had to give them my name.

I had to tell them...
where I work.

I...

I had to tell them about Joys.

- Who?

- The cops.

[exhaling heavily]

Oh, I'm sorry.

I am so sorry.

- How many?

- How many what?

- Other patients?

- Des, there' are so many people

who are suffering.
- Oh!

- OK, I need to tell Nicole now.
- No.

Don't tell Nicole.
She'll freak out.

She'll shut us down.
- Des, she's--

- No!

You know, you know how much

this place means to me.

You might need more, but...

but this... all of it,

this is all I have.

So just let me have it
for as long as I can, all right?

[sighing]

- So, what do we say
if the cops show up?

- That we're taking care
of people.

Giving them a safe place

at the end of their lives.

We're doing a good thing.

[pensive music]

- You are not gonna
believe this.

- What, you in a suit?
- What? I just thought...

- Two more.
- ...since I made detective.

Is it too much?
You think it's too much?

- You gotta dress the part
at the top, right?

No, you look good.

So... what you want to tell me?

- Ahem. Well...

We get a 911 last night.

A woman offs herself.
I get called in to ask

a couple of questions.
I show up.

Guess who's on the scene?

Dr. Mary Harris.

- The angel of death herself.
- I know, right?

And the... ahem,
the victim was terminal,

which fits with Harris's MO,

and that's why I called you.

I know you were
looking into her a while back.

- Yeah, I was...
until it cost me my job.

- That is so shit,
what they did.

I mean, don't get me wrong,
like I would retire

tomorrow if I had a pension.
- Mm-hmm. Yeah, well,

you and I both know
that I didn't get one,

so cut the bullshit.

I'm sorry, Bud,
but I'm no use to you.

[sighing]

- Come on, man. If you could
just tell me how...

No one knows this case
better than you.

Do you think Mary did it?

- You know what I think?
I think you need

to leave it alone, all right?
Honestly, man,

it's a waste of time.
- OK. OK.

But there's just one thing--
- Hall.

Come on. Trust me.

There's no case.

- Yeah. You're right.
It's... it's

it is probably nothing.

It's not like she'd be out there

killing anyone
in her condition anyway.

- What condition?

- She's pregnant.

Five months, maybe?

♪♪♪

Thanks for the drink.

[sighing]

[exhaling sharply]

- ♪♪ Everything pull from me
belongs to someone else ♪

♪ You know I'll find
someone who can ♪

♪ I know I'll find
someone who can ♪

♪ All the things you wanna see
and all the things you don't ♪

♪ Don't always fade
into the front ♪

♪ Don't always fade
into the front ♪

- ♪ Keep it away

♪ Keep it away

♪ We fall in pieces ♪