All language subtitles for Coroner s04e03 Eyes Up.eng

Jenny: I'm off to work.

Ross: Do they even know
you're back?

I'm also going to be looking
for personal support workers.

Excuse me,
do I get a say here?

Hey, Mac, shouldn't you
be at your morning debrief

with uh, Staff Sergeant Waylen?
- The outcome was good.

Nobody got hurt.
- Dr. Thompson,

I am Jenny Cooper.
You've been filling in for me?

Nice of you to drop by,
Dr. Cooper.

I lost my daughter.

Yeah, you lost Katie,

but you left... me.

Donovan: You think you can
kill me?

Nobody gets the jump on me.
I'm the superhero.

Damn straight.

I don't need a debrief.
(Key clacks)

♪

(Vine crackles,
tomato pops)

♪

(Soil rasps)

♪

(Leaves rustle)

(Plant rustles gently)

(Water hisses)

(Car horn beeps,
engine shuts off, door opens)

Rizal: Kamusta, Dr. Cooper!

(Door creaks open)
- Come on in, Rizal.

Dad's still sleeping.

- Beautiful house!
- Oh, thank you.

Okay, here is a list of meds,
contraindications,

you know, favourite TV shows,
things like that.

Peggy will fill you in
on the rest.

I've gotta run upstairs
and get ready for work.

Peggy?
Does she live here as well?

Uh... uh, sort of.

Yeah, for now.
Just temporarily.

She's a PSW?

Uh no, she is my mother,
technically.

Your dad's ex-wife?

Uh, they're still married,
it's just,

it's a very long story.
But um...

Jenny, could-could
I have a word?

(Scoffs) Yes. Mm-hmm.

Hey, this is not the PSW
that I suggested.

Yeah, I went with Rizal.
He's got tons of experience

with Lewy Body dementia,
so he knows what to expect.

Well, we could've
discussed this.

We did discuss it and then,
I made a decision.

(Stairs creak)

Peggy: Ross was out all night,
again.

Do-do you know his boyfriend?

Ross and his boyfriend
broke up.

So, he was with a stranger.

As his moth--
- Okay, Peggy...

Peggy, okay, look,
I appreciate everything

you did for us, okay.
You uprooted your life,

but you don't have to do that
anymore because I am home.

Rizal is here to help.

Okay, we can take things
a little slower.

(Door crashes open, slams shut)

- Oh.
- Hey, kiddo.

Have a good night last night?
- Yes.

- Great.
- And a good morning.

- Fabulous.
- (Footsteps stomp away)

Jenny: Rizal...
make yourself at home.

Peggy.

Then I guess I'll have
to pack.

(Regretful exhale)
(Footsteps thud up stairs)

(Ominous music, water dripping
in the distance)

♪

Marcus: (Scared panting)

Go for it!

(Ominous music)

(Door opens, bag rustles)

♪

(Door slams shut)

♪

(Upbeat music, singing
in foreign language)

♪

(Music slows and distorts)
(Paper crinkles)

♪

(Whoosh, car honks)

(Street traffic whooshes,
cars honk)

Jenny: Hey, I'm the coroner.

(Siren wails in the distance)

(Door creaks open)

♪

(Zipper rasps open)

(Gloves crinkle)

Helen: Please!

Jenny: Hi.

Thank you.

(Helen sobbing)

I'm so sorry for your loss.

It was unexpected.

It often is. May I?

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

(Helen sobbing)

Michael: Helen, coroner's here.

Come on, let's let her
do her job.

Don't pretend like Mom
went peacefully in her sleep.

She was murdered.

(Ominous music)

(Helen sobs)

♪

♪

(Whispers her mantra)

♪

(Hand taps gently on arm)

♪

Let's try to figure out
what happened, okay?

Um, did your mother
have any health issues?

That's not what's
happening here.

Asians are being randomly
attacked daily in this city.

An 80-year-old grandfather
was hit with a cement brick

while shopping for broccoli.

Broccoli!

If I was there,
I would've done something.

I understand that.

If you guys wouldn't mind
answering my question

about your mother.

Well, the kids say she's
a pillar of health.

She didn't even take any
medications.

So sad.
Reminds me of my Lola.

Healthy 'til the day
she dropped.

That's when everyone else
started fighting

about her money.
- Hmm.

Kids seem pretty close to her.

Michael: Mom worked tirelessly.

It broke her heart when
we had to sell our place

in East Chinatown.

I stayed on with the family biz
and Helen moved on.

Helen: I thought Mom
would be upset

when I started apprenticing
with a carpenter,

but she totally got it.

Hmm. And who is gonna
run the business now?

The restaurant's in the hole.

The only value is the land
that it's on.

Which we would split
if we sold.

But we won't. Not to that
real estate vulture.

Oh, the Randy Groat guy?

Groat is GOAT? Yeah.

I see his signs everywhere.

- Yeah, he's not subtle.
- No, he's not.

♪

Well, there doesn't seem
to be any financial motive.

There's no visible injuries
on the body.

(Sighs) You think the kids
are in denial?

So caught up in their grief
they're claiming murder?

There's a good chance
it's a heart attack.

It's more common in women
than we realize.

I'll check for recent
onset myocarditis.

♪

(Heavy rock music)

♪

(Target whooshes)

(Gunshots pop)

Okay, walk me through
your version of events

at the pharmacy, Donovan.

Well, textbook de-escalation.

I assessed the situation.
I was in full control.

(Heavy rock music)
(Target whooshes)

♪

Staff Sergeant: So, you had
a plan.

Yes.

Which you communicated
with your partner?

There wasn't time.
But I had his back

and he had mine.

That's not what
Detective Abed said

in his report to Professional
Standards.

(Heavy rock music)

♪

(Target rasps loudly)
(Gunshots pop)

♪

Donovan: Malik?

What'd he say?

(Heavy rock music)

♪

(Gunshot pops, glass clink,
shell casing clinks)

♪

(Gurney rattles)

(Gurney thumps
and rattles)

- I'll see you back there?
- Yeah.

(Van doors thud closed)

What happened? Who died?

Uh, Ms. Chan, unfortunately.

Did you know her?

Oh! What?

Mrs. Chan died.
- Oh.

I thought she'd live forever;
she was like Teflon.

(Laughs)
- How did it happen?

Do we need to beef up security
around here?

Uh, we're still looking
into it.

Well, if there is anything we
can do to help, I am Jason.

Mason, offer some grub
to the uh, coroner, here.

- Um...
- Uh, this is a Chinese

chop suey slider that is vegan,
like our entire menu.

Enjoy the taste of cultural
appropriation.

I'm good, thank you.

All right, I'm gonna head
to the autopsy.

Can I show you
something first?

Yeah, of course.

Mommy, tell us what happened
when you left Trinidad.

I came with a old,
blue suitcase and $100 TT.

- What?
- That's only $43.65 Canadian.

Cousin Winston had
the butcher shop

down the street,
on Broadview,

and the wife's family
was around the corner

selling odds and sods.

We knew everybody.
Everybody knew us.

We looked out for each other.

There was recession, SARS.

People stopped coming.

Then we had to move from
East Chinatown to Spadina

to make things work.

Please remember
our mom's humanity.

Of course.

♪

River: The CT scans are
processed, Dr. Cooper.

Awesome, thank you, River.

And Dr. Thompson is?

Reviewing cases in his...
your office.

It looks normal.

Looks normal.

(Finger taps on screen)

There's an abnormality
in the brain scan.

See this dark,
shaded spot, here?

Dennis: Localized swelling.

The superficial veins
in the cerebrum have torn.

Yeah.
(Sheet rustles)

♪

I could feel an indent.
River can you...

(Light clicks on)

Jenny: There's a large bruise.

Judging by the discolouration,
it isn't fresh.

Okay, the brain shrinks with age

and the space between
the dura and the skull

fill with cerebrospinal fluid.

So, a blow to the head

could cause the veins to tear

which would allow blood
to leak into that space,

killing her slowly.

- Classic delay injury.
- Mm-hmm.

Polymorphs are gone.

Yeah, those disappear
after a few days.

Are there any microphages?

(Microscope dial clicks)
- Got 'em.

(Ominous music)

Those white blood cells only
show up after tissue damage.

Three days, to be exact.

Eva's blow to the head...

Was a subdural hematoma.

Helen might be right.

This could be murder.

Announcer: Protestors gathered
early this morning

and have continued
throughout the day.

(Computer key clicks)

You know, Rizal,
he doesn't even like birds.

He's telling me, "Oh, they've
got evil eyes," or something.

Yeah, what does he know,
right?

I mean, I really appreciate
everything you're doing for me,

but it's kind of weird
to have a stranger

following you around,
even into the bathroom.

It makes me feel old.

It actually makes me
feel useless.

Dad, you're not useless.

You are independent,
you are important,

you keep all the local
birds fed.

I just, I want somebody there
with you while you do it.

Well, how am I gonna
feed them?

I can't even figure this out.
- Here, I'll help.

- Will ya?
- Yeah.

Okay. There's
no instructions.

(Chuckles) It's all right.

Let's see.

Can't Peggy be my person?

She is, Dad. It's just...
(Deep breath)

But what if she leaves again?

That's not really
what I'm worried about.

Well, you know, I got
dementia, so chances are,

I won't even remember that
she was here to start with.

(Chuckles)
That's terrible.

You know, she is the love
of my life.

(Sighs) I know, Dad,
I'm just...

I'm not trying to stop you from
having a relationship with her.

Well, but you know,
it's a bit embarrassing

when I have to ask my daughter
to have permission

to have a sleepover.

It's uh, what's the word
I want, "unmanly".

Yeah.

Um...

okay, how 'bout this?

Uh, Rizal is the person
that you work with

and Peggy is the person
that you um...

(Clicks teeth) you...

(Birdhouse clatters)

- Yeah, not so easy, is it?
- (Laughs)

Donovan: (Exhales)

(Footsteps crunch,
radio chatter)

You threw me under the bus
with Professional Standards?

I just told them
what happened.

What happened?
What did happen?

(Raccoons screech, Eli shouts)

(Panting)
- Where have you been?

I just wrestled this away
from two giant raccoons.

Is that a foot?

I missed out on all
the stray feet

that washed up in Vancouver
five years ago.

Now, they said the feet were
disarticulated by natural means

but you know West Coast
coroners.

Ah, they're always puttin'
their foot in their mouths.

(Laughs)

Humorous, Detective.
If we have a foot mystery here,

I might steal that
for a new book.

Oh, sure, Doc,
it's all yours.

Who called it in?
I'll talk to them.

I wouldn't know.

The Search for Ontario's
Dismembered Foot Killer,

by Dr. Elijah Thompson.

Hey! We're gonna need public
barriers.

Or you could call it
"Trouble Afoot"

or "Six Feet Under."
- (Donovan's phone rings)

All right, Detective,
let's not get carried away.

- (Laughs)
- Jenny.

Uh-huh. Ye--

Oh yeah, I'll be right there.

Malik.
- Hmm?

You got this?
Jenny needs me in Chinatown.

Yeah, I got this.

Looks like "heel"
be reading your report later.

Ah, yeah, well I don't mind
going sole-o.

(Laughs)

Eli: (Chuckles) All right.
- Oh.

Jenny: We found an elongated
depression

on the back of Eva Chan's skull,

like she was hit
with a rod or a pipe.

So, it looks like
she was attacked.

Uh, anti-Asian attacks
are usually random,

and random attacks
are tough to solve.

Yeah, well, we can date
this one -

it's a three-day-old hematoma.

Well, some of these
restaurants must have

security footage
from three days ago.

But first I need to talk
to the kids.

Rule them out as suspects.

(Indistinct chatter, sobbing)

(Speaks foreign language)

Michael: I know my mom
meant a lot to you,

to all of us.

I don't know what I'm gonna
do without her.

She dreamed of making this
community a safer place

for my sister and me.

For all of us.

Mom's memorial is the most
views I've had

since the pandemic started.

- You're live-streaming this?
- From the restaurant account.

People wanna connect.

I'm Detective Donovan McAvoy,
Homicide.

Homicide?

Michael, uh your mother's
autopsy showed

blunt force trauma to her head

so we think she may have been
attacked.

By who?
Who did this to my mother?

Look, I want whoever did this--
- Michael, I just...

The Coroner just told me
my mother was murdered.

Isn't that right?

Anti-Asian hate crimes
need to stop.

Do you, or don't you, agree?

Please, Dr. Cooper,

we need our allies with us,
not behind us.

Yes, Michael, I agree.

I agree. Hate crimes have
to stop,

not just here in the city,
but in the country.

We need to protect
our elderly.

We need justice!

This is an open
investigation.

You just publicly declared
it a hate crime.

Donovan, I...

Okay. If I wanted to work
with someone undermining

my authority, I'd call Malik!
- What is going on?

Why are you acting like this?
- If I want someone to...

psychoanalyze me, I would've
stayed with Kirima.

You and Kirima broke up?

Look, you-you just decreased
the odds of us finding

an unbiased witness, all right.
You just made my job harder.

Donovan, okay, look,

if you don't wanna talk
about Kirima right now,

that's fine,
but I am on your team.

Then don't declare things on
social media without evidence.

I... didn't!

(Footsteps recede)

(Plastic crinkles)

♪

Dennis: There's never a dull
day here.

Don't worry, foot, we're
gonna find the rest of you.

(Plastic crinkles,
scissors rattle)

(Plastic crinkles)

Dennis: (Sighs) The bite marks
from a raccoon obscure it,

but it's a clean cut.

This foot is not
disarticulated.

Non-serrated blade, smooth
like the edge of a shovel,

or a carving knife.

Eli: All right.

What's that?

A foot.

No, that! Ugh!

River: There's something green
under the toenail.

Eli: Uh, River, do you wanna
do the honours?

♪

(Squelching sound)

River: Toe fungus?

Actually...

Haematococcus Pluvialis motile,

a.k.a. Algae.

Was there water near
the industrial park

where we found that foot?

River: Carlaw Spit
juts into Lake Ontario.

And has many wetland ponds.

We're going fishing.

(Sighs) Can you keep your
voices down?

Helen took some CBD oil

and she's finally asleep
in Mom's bed.

All right, we need to retrace
your mother's steps

from three days ago.
Can you remember what she did?

Worked at the restaurant
all day.

Closed up at 11:00 p.m..

Okay, what happens
after you close?

Thursday night, Mom does
the bank deposit, garbage,

resets the rat traps.
I mop up and do final cleaning.

And garbage bins are?

Out in the back alley.

She'll take the pathway
then to the bank.

Okay, she never mentioned
anything

out of the ordinary happening?
- She didn't,

but that isn't strange for her.
She was proud.

Did you talk to her
at all that night?

I was stocking the fridges
when she came home.

Bedroom door was closed
when I came upstairs.

And did she act unusual
at all the next day?

She would've had a concussion
and she wouldn't have known

that the subdural hematoma
may kill her.

She did seem worn out.

I thought she just needed
a break.

I mean, does it make sense
that she would hide

the assault from you?

She knew that I would lose it.

Did you ever lose it
with your mom?

(Seething exhale)

You're trying to find
my mother's killer.

That's why you're asking
that question.

No.

We were close.

I wanted to carry on her legacy
with Dumpling House

after everything she did
for me and my sister.

Do you have any cameras
set up in back?

Helen: No.

Mom was too frugal
for things like that.

Helen, go back to bed.

Come on.
I'm worried about you.

I'll have Forensics work up

the restaurant
and the apartment

and I'll canvas the
neighbourhood for cameras.

Okay, and if you could
ask them to look for anything

that's cylindrical that could
have been used as a weapon.

(Helen sobs)

(Exhales) He told her.

Hey...

(Footsteps thud away)

(Sighs)

(Phone rings)

(Sharp exhale)

Hey, Malik,
- Hey, Jenny,

we need you here, ASAP.
Eli needs your help.

Uh yeah, I was just gonna
head back to the office,

but I can reroute.

Eli: (Laughs)

- Oh!
- Yeah!

We've hit the motherload,
Detective!

Get off the phone!

Eli just pulled out a bag
of hand. Um...

Oh, uh yeah,
I'll be right there.

♪

(Keys clack)

♪

(Key clacks)

♪

Son of a...

(Key clacks)

♪

(Keys clacking)

Come on, Eva!

♪

Good for you!

(Keys clacking)

♪

Jenny, Eva Chan fought back.
Hard.

And thanks to your livestream,

everyone wanted to talk to me.

Just forwarded you a
neighbour's security cam video.

(Water rushes)

Yeah, it looks like
he's waiting for her.

Exactly.
Which means it wasn't random.

Well, now we need
to figure out

who would have motive
to hurt Eva Chan.

That's what
I'm gonna find out.

(Indistinct chatter,
camera shutter clicks)

Eli: Cooper!

Caught your livestream,

as did all 131 staff who work
at the Coroner's office.

Ooh, the paperwork on that
is gonna be a novel!

One already-filled-out
impact form.

Ah, little muddy.

Pro tip:
next time you livestream,

stand 45 degrees to the camera.

It's more flattering.
- Thank you.

All right,
now we get to figure out

if all these pieces
belong to one body.

- Freeze!
- What?

- Leech!
- (Screams)

Oh, my God, get it off!
Get it off! Get it off!

Well, don't let the pee-ons
see you panic.

I'm not, just get it off,
please. Oh, my God,

oh, my God, oh, my God.
- Just, okay.

- (Retching) Get it off.
- Okay, okay. (Laughs)

Get it off me. It's not funny
Eli, get it off.

No, no, no, don't yank it.
Those toxins will release

into your bloodstream, okay.
- (Retching) Get it off.

No, I got it,
I got it. Here you go.

- Get it off, get it off, hm.
- So, listen, hey, fun fact.

There's nothing fun about
this. Get it off my arm

right now.
- Yeah, no but listen,

it's mouth is the thinner,
smaller side of its body.

I would've thought
it would be the opp--

- Ah!
- Okay! Oh, oh, okay.

Okay. We're good, we're good.
- Ooh!

Ooh, look that classic
Y-shaped bite.

Ow.

Looks like you're gonna
have to do some paperwork.

You got personally involved.

Hmm.

(Feet shuffle)

Hey.

(Footsteps thud)

♪

(Box clatters on desk)

(Plant clunks on desk)

(Paper crinkles)

(Bag thuds)

What're you doing, Alphonse?

Oh, you know,
I'm just down here um...

look, I think I have a stalker.

- I'm sorry, what's going on?
- Shh-shh-shh!

My latest hookup
just showed up.

I-I don't know how
he found out where I work,

nor do I know why
I keep falling for young

and clingy gays.
I mean, he's cute, yes, but--

Okay, I don't-I don't see any
stalker, Alphonse. I just--

Oh, hey, Ross!
- Hey, Mom!

- Hi! What're you doin'?
- (mouths Mom)

Well, I finally got
a FoodScouts order,

but they cancelled
the Shirazi Salad,

so I thought maybe
you were hungry.

Oh, sorry, Honey. I'm--

Also, Grandpa doesn't
like the PSW.

Okay, well, I think he just
needs a little more time...

(Head bangs on desk)
...to acclimate.

(Exhales sharply)
(Pained grunt)

Ooh.
- Ooooo...kay.

- You guys know each other?
- No, no!

No! Hi, I'm Ross.

Alphonse,
your mother's assistant.

Mm. Mm.

Right, right, right, okay.
I'm gonna just...

I'm gonna go and get a coffee.

Ross, you can leave my salad
on... in... just.

- Bye, JC.
- See ya later!

- She's your boss!
- You're her son?

- Okay, last night...
- Never again.

(Scoffs)
(Footsteps recede)

Oh, God. (Exhales)

(Birds chirp)

(Dog barks in the distance)

(Rope creaks)
- Just I told you never,

never to come back around here,
you thief.

After you bankrupted
my business.

Mr. Cooper,
I'm Rizal, your PSW!

You're gonna pay back
every red cent!

Yes, you are,
and if you don't pay me back,

I'm gonna throw you down
a decommissioned mineshaft,

which I know where one is.
- Oh, Gordie!

I'm gonna throw you
down there.

Do you understand me?
- Gordie! Gordie, whoa.

- What?
- Whoa. Gord, Gord,

do you know who this is?

Don't-don't-don't,
no, don't.

You're not gonna take his side
again here, are you, Pegs?

'Course I know who this is.
This is Doug Frost,

the swindler who took
all my money.

Honey, you wanna grab a beer?

Come, let's make a pizza.
- Oh, pizza.

Yeah, come on, 'cause
I got all your favourite--

- No pizza for Doug the Slug.
- That's right. That's right.

- Right?
- None.

Because he's leaving,
right now.

He's not leaving,
he's sittin' right there.

- He's going. Help me unpack.
- Don't you leave!

Look, look what I got for
you, all your favourites.

They're all here.
You unpack for me. Okay?

- Okay.
- Oh, for God's sake.

- I thought it was a game.
- Oh.

Gordon: Love it.

It's just,
I think you trigger him.

You look exactly like an
old business partner of his

that stole from him
30 years ago.

That would've been
good to know!

Yeah, well, I tried.
Listen, I-I think that you

should probably
not come back, okay?

Gordon: Shh-shh-shh,
I'm thinking, I'm thinking.

I mean, it's nothing
against you, it's just--

- Okay, got it.
- You should be safe at work.

- Ooh, onions.
- Thanks for everything.

God, what was I saying?
What was I saying?

Hold on, hold it! Hold it!

Well, good night, Rizal.
I'll see ya tomorrow, eh?

(Door creaks open and shuts)
Take it easy, Bud.

Yeah. He was starting
to grow on me.

I should be the one
looking after you.

Well, but Baby, you are,
aren't ya?

- Mm.
- No?

(Footsteps thud)

(Plastic crinkles)
Eli: Let's go!

Head... to toe.

♪

♪ Keep moving,
Keep moving ♪

♪ Improving ♪

♪ You're blooming ♪

♪ Assuming you're moving
all the time ♪

♪ All the time ♪

♪

Eli: Okay...

and the foot is a match,
as I predicted.

River: Isn't a prediction
just a guess based on bias

and not evidence?
- Shh.

I heard that.
Well, many pieces, one victim.

A sad body mosaic.

(Footsteps thud)

Eli: Oh, what are these marks?

They look like they're
from a foreign object.

Not the weapon used
to dismember him.

These cuts are clean.
Dr. Garcia?

It's the same over here.

A smooth, sharp blade
made all of these cuts.

Well, the fingertips
are fish-nibbled,

but the skin is intact,

so I'd put body disposal
within the past 24 hours.

Within the past 24 hours?

The base of the skull's
fractured. That's fatal.

What kind of mammal got
to the face before we did?

An otter?

Dennis: We need another way
to ID him.

(Jaw cracks)

Mandible's intact.

I'll take post-mortem
dental X-rays

and compare them to ante-mortem
dental records.

Thank you, River.

♪

(Indistinct muttering)

♪

(Items clatter)

♪

Randy Groat, the GOAT?

(Sighs) Someone's been
defacing my signs,

drawing moustaches on 'em,
and worse.

That's a crime.
(Signs clatter)

You know, a lot of people
in the neighbourhood

have been complaining about
your overly-aggressive

sales tactics.
- Dynamic.

I believed the words
used were bullying.

- Motivating.
- Harassment.

Persistence!
That's why I'm the GOAT,

Greatest of All-Time
Real Estate King.

You're trying to push out
the original owners

of Chinatown businesses.
- No.

Were you trying to buy
the Chan's restaurant?

They weren't exactly booming
with business, all right?

Nobody understood
they'd make more money

selling the property.

Could never convince
that old lady. Shame!

She could've retired wealthy.
- But instead she's dead!

Yeah, I heard that.
I'm sorry.

Maybe now, the kids
will see reason.

- Can I see your right forearm?
- Why?

Well, we could always
go to the station

and take a look there.

(Shirt rustles)

Put in a good word for me
with the Chan kids?

Pick up your posterboards or
I'll charge you with littering.

♪

Donovan: Hey, Jenny.
- Hey.

Look what I found
in the alley

where Eva Chan was attacked.

Eli: Ah! Here you are again
in the suite, Detective McAvoy,

despite the multiple requests.

Is that what she hit
her assailant with?

Yeah. Almost looks like
dried blood on these nails,

so hopefully we'll be able
to pull some DNA.

Is that?

Unknown victim. Chances
are the rest of the body

washed away or disintegrated.

(Plastic crinkles)
Donovan: What're you doin'?

Hold this for a second.

No, no, no. Nope.
Oh, come on.

Don't contaminate the...
Je-- (Annoyed exhale)

♪

Donovan: The dismembered man
is the one

who assaulted Eva Chan.

Yeah.

♪

(Low hum of office chatter)

Hey, look, I know,
I know there's a lot going on

for you right now
and I-I don't really,

I don't wanna pry,
but you know,

if anybody understands
the difficulties between

balancing work and life,
it's me.

Uh, Dr. Sharma,
he really is the best.

Look, somebody knew our
John Doe assaulted Eva Chan.

I mean, this was revenge.

Alphonse: JC! River got an
ID on the dental records.

(Chair rattles)

Jason Pence from Lucky
Barbecue Blitz.

That's the restaurant
next to the Chan's.

Yeah, I'll go check it out.

Okay, I'm gonna keep trying
to piece this guy together.

(Footsteps recede)

Merci, Alphonse?
So, de rien, Jenny.

No problem, Detective,
I got your back, too!

You're doin' a bang-up job.

Hey, Alphonse?

Oh, hey! You're still here.

Yeah, I was just waiting
for Mom... to leave.

Which she did, without trying
my Shirazi salad.

Oh, hey, I'm famished.

I'll try it.

- Really?
- Yeah, okay.

Um, be honest, but maybe not
like, too honest.

I've been sort of fiddling
around

with some of my Dad's recipes,
trying to stay connected

to my roots while putting
my own flair in there.

You know, so...

Oh... it's-it's that bad.

- Um... is there sesame?
- Yeah!

Yeah, that's the dressing.
Wow, that's, mm-hmm.

That's clever.
- Allergic.

(Deep breathing)

Okay, um... don't move.

Okay. EpiPen.

- What?
- Drawer.

EpiPen. EpiPen.

You didn't tell me
that you were allergic.

Who puts sesame

in a Shirazi salad?

Ugh!

(Calming breaths)

- (Exhales)
- Your competence...

is hot.
- (Chuckles)

Yeah, I guess...

I guess all those years of CPR
training finally paid off.

(Small laugh)

Sorry for hiding from you.

Sorry for poisoning you.

Dispatcher: 911, what's your
emergency?

Both: (Chuckle)

♪

(Low hum of chatter)

- Hi there.
- Hey, uh slider?

We're trying a new brand
of vegan meat.

No thanks.
I'm Detective Donovan McAvoy,

I'm here about your brother,
Jason.

Ah, did you find him drunk
in an alley?

Didn't show up for work
and we're slammed.

I'm sorry.

We found Jason's body.
He was killed.

Wait, he was what?

How?

Doing what?

Were you trying to push the
Chan's out of their restaurant?

You guys are busy.
You could use the room.

No!

I mean-I mean we did offer,

but Mrs. Chan didn't wanna sell.

Well, maybe you thought
you could frighten

Mrs. Chan into leaving.

Took advantage of the rise
in anti-Asian violence,

attacked her?

Jason said that he ran
into her the other night

and he said she might sell now.

He did more than
run into her.

(Chokes back tears)

Yeah, I told him
it was a stupid plan.

(Siren wails)

Was it Michael
who killed my brother?

Wait here.

(Footsteps recede)

(Heavy chopping in background)

(Footsteps thud)

Donovan: Hey, how ya doin',
Michael?

- Detective.
- Where were you last night?

- I was here.
- Can I see your hands?

♪

Let's talk at the station.
You're not under arrest.

Wait, you think I killed
my own mother?

What kind of monster
do you think I am?

That's not what this
is about.

Someone killed Jason Pence
from next door.

Of course you take
immediate action

after a white guy gets killed.
- That's...

not what's happening here.
- What about my mother?

Let's talk at the station.
Sort it all out.

(Apron rustles,
slams heavily on counter)

After you found out your
mother was assaulted--

Murdered.

You're pretty good
with a cleaver, aren't you?

From all these years working
in your mother's restaurant.

Yeah, so?

(Folder rustles,
rasps across)

You chopped up Jason's body
so it would be easier to move.

Turned him into bags of meat.

The justice you said you wanted
when you were live-streaming.

That's not justice.
That's disgusting.

Now, you're a smart guy,
you cleaned the cleaver.

No, it was already clean.

What does that mean, Michael?

(Ominous music)

♪

(Doors creak)

Helen: Thanks for coming. I
didn't know who else to call.

I need you to help me
get him out of there.

I'm not sure
how much I can do.

He-he didn't do anything.
My brother is innocent.

Michael: Helen?

(Indistinct police
radio chatter)

(Footsteps thud)

This mark on your arm,

where did you get it?

I don't know,
I must've scratched myself.

- No, this is a leech bite.
- What are you talking about?

You were in the water.
You helped Michael.

(Footsteps thud)
- He didn't do anything.

Then who did?

(Ominous music)

I didn't mean it to happen.

Helen, what's going on?

Mom made me promise not
to tell you about the attack.

She didn't want you to snap.

I'm sorry, Mikey.

Jason texted me yesterday.

Said he wanted to talk.
But was pressuring us

to sell the restaurant
now that Mom is dead.

He said we were bringing down
the value of their business.

He called me disgusting
racial slurs.

I saw the fresh scars

and I knew that he was the one
who attacked Mom.

Did he admit it?

(Echoed fighting grunts,
items clanging)

Helen: I just couldn't
take it anymore.

- Ugh!
- Agh!

I just snapped.
(Hook clangs)

(Hitting grunt)
(Heavy piercing thud)

(Heavy exhale)

(Shaky exhales)

♪

Helen: In that moment
I became just like him.

A monster.

(Breathing heavily)

Anti-Asian racism
is killing us.

Our souls.

(Realizing exhales)

(Indistinct police
radio chatter)

♪

I had to make him into smaller
pieces to carry.

When?

Last night.

All night.

I got home before you woke up.

Oh, Helen!
(Crying exhales)

You had no choice.
You had to fight back.

(Sobbing)

Donovan: Uh, Helen...

you never should've been put
in that position.

But I'm gonna need you
to come with me

and give a full statement.

♪

(Footsteps recede)

♪

(Light pat)

(Remorseful exhale)

♪

(Footsteps approach,
door clunks open and shuts)

She'll go to trial and
they'll argue self defence.

Maybe her lawyer can help get
her some counselling.

Yeah.

Yeah, let's hope so.

Case closed, I guess.

Yeah.

Solved, not closed.

♪

(Door clunks open and shuts)

♪

Get up!

(Chair rattles)
- What?

Hit me.

(Laughs) I'm not gonna
hit ya, Mac.

You felt powerless.
Take your power back.

It's not gonna help.

But badmouthing me
to Sergeant Waylen will?

You were supposed
to have my back, Mac.

And you were supposed
to have mine.

You held a gun
to your own forehead.

That affects me, too, man!

Know what?

Maybe this partnership
has run its course.

♪

(Footsteps recede)

♪

(Card rips)

♪

(Fingers rattle on wood)

(Floorboards creak)

(Door opens)
Jenny: Hey...

(Door clunks closed)

I got your message.
Is everything okay?

Everything is fine.
I handled it.

Oh, God.
I've gotta call Rizal.

I've gotta call the agency.
- Jenny, I handled it.

He just, he thought
that he was...

getting the last word
in an old betrayal.

Gordon: (Frustrated exhales)
- Hey, Dad?

(Footsteps shuffle, bag thuds)
Hi.

- Hi.
- You okay?

- No, I lost my temper.
- Oh, that's okay.

I'm really scared.

Of who? Of Rizal?

No! No, no, no, of me.

I mean, one minute I-I'm okay,
I'm fine,

and then, the next minute
I'm seeing things

that you would not believe.
- Okay.

And then I become paranoid
for no rhyme or reason.

It's okay, we'll just up
your dosage of galantamine.

I don't wanna
become a monster.

Hey, Dad?

You're not a monster, okay?
- Okay.

It's just...

just...

you might need a little
more support.

- Hi.
- Hey.

(Footsteps approach)

(Birdhouse clatters)

Jenny: Okay,
just line that up there.

♪

- (Realizing exhale)
- (Sighs happily)

♪

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