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- I don't see the baby's body.

Donovan: We were never gonna
find him alive, Jenny.

- Thank you for this moment
to hold him.

- I've got an appointment
at my psychiatrists.

- Yeah, 'cause that's
who you talk to now.

When you got things
to talk about.

- Everything is worse
since you shook-up my meds.

- You're still sleepwalking.

My thoughts are under
my control.

I am calm and relaxed.

- I think you just broke my arm.

- Ms. Noor Ermias?
- Are you following me?

- Mal!

You know Mal, right?

He tried to kill himself today.

- Oh God.

Harold!

Harold...

what's taking you so long?

Are you going to get me
my sandwich?

Where is my sandwich, Harold?

Jenny, can you hear me?

- Wha?!

Jenny?

Hey.

- No-no-no, Ross.
Ross, back to bed.

- What's she doing there?

- Look, it-it's okay,
I'm handling it.

Is it a myth that you're not
supposed wake a sleepwalker?

- That's "asleep"?!

- What she even looking for?

- I... I have absolutely
no idea.

Where are you?

- Oh, okay, last time you
woke up in the fridge?

- Yeah. The fridge.
The garden and the road.

- You were digging on the road?

- No. I wasn't digging the road.

I was just on the road.

- Yeah. While you were asleep.

- Okay. I'm not exactly sure
why I'm sleepwalking. Right?

But maybe it's just
because I'm stressed.

Or because we're renovating.

Or just because I need a nap.

- Okay, Ross,
you're on night duty.

I'm staying with Mal
at the hospital overnight.

- I don't need a babysitter.

- And I can't babysit.
It's half-price Pizza night

and the Dundas Women's
Slo-Pitch Team comes in

and they drink a lot of beer.

- Okay. Come on, can you ask
for the night off?

- I'm lucky I still have a job.

- Hey, I'm okay.

I promise.

- Okay. Yeah.
That's my cue.

I'm gonna go to my tent now.

Hm.

- Okay. You know what?

I'm gonna come back tonight.

- No. No, go be with
your friend's family.

They're upset,
they don't know the city.

He's gonna have an emergency
craniectomy, okay?

You need to be there
until he wakes up.

- Hmm.

- That's my ride.
- Yeah. You go.

- You know what?

Maybe it's because you're
drinking too much coffee.

- I've only had one today.

- Late night?

- Any... any luck on ID'ing
the body yet?

- Oh, that part was easy.

- Some kind of sick,
psycho joke?

- "Sick" and "psycho", for sure.

Left him next
to his own picture.

- Any idea how long
he's been here?

- All morning.

- Talked to a couple commuters
and joggers.

Somebody walking their dog.

Everybody assumed
he was passed out.

- Yeah. Bus driver finally calls

after looping past him
three times.

- Let's take a look
at Mr. Kalla.

Oh. He was hit in the back
and the front of the head.

Maybe that's how he broke
his glasses.

- Yeah, looks like the killer
might have taped them back
together.

- And then he cleaned his face
and his hands off.

Maybe we can get a print
on the lenses or the tape?

- Process the hat too.

Definitely not our
well-dressed man's.

- Well, he wasn't killed here.

Everything else aside,
the lividity of his body

doesn't match the way
that he's sitting.

We can... we can send his body
to pathology now.

- He's a good-looking dude.
Well, maybe an angry ex?

He was a Real Estate Agent.
Unhappy client?

- His office opens
in ten minutes.

Shall we?

- Oh. Uh, yeah, sure.

If it helps figure out
where he was killed.

- Don't worry,
I've got a job for you.

- Jacen had a couple showings
last night.

First was at 6.
Then 7:30.

He would have gone
to the area early

and gone farming here.

- Farming?

- Going door-to-door.
Talking to people.

Asking if they'd consider
selling.

He'd would have left
one of these.

- Thank you.

- He always wanted me
to come with him.

He loved it.

I hated it.

People are so weird
in this city.

- How long did you work for him?

- Five years.

- And you like Mr. Kalla.

We're so sorry for your loss.

- Uh, Malik found Jacen's car.

We'll start there,
and get to "farming".

- Okay.

- You moving back to the city?
- Uh, if I was -

which I'm not -

definitely wouldn't be moving
there.

Look at the address?

- The Whitfield Co-op.

- Multiple people die in a fire,

and they're building condos
already.

- That's Toronto.

C'mon. Drop you at your car.

- By all accounts, our decedent
was an amazing guy.

River: Someone didn't like him.

- Yeah.

Well, it looks like
two things happened.

First fracture of the skull
here...

and then his brain tips
are bruised.

- Indicating that he fell
backwards.

- And slammed his head
on the floor.

Jenny: Yeah, and then bled out
from his head injury.

What a horrible death.

- Farmin' Donavan.

- Jacen Kalla - he laid on
the floor and he bled out.

Whoever killed him,
my have watched him die.

- Stop! Please!

My wife's asleep.
She has headaches.

Any noise. Any racket
is excruciating.

- I'm sorry, sir.
We can-we can talk quietly.

- Yes?

- What's your name, sir?

- Harold. Harold Carruthers.

- And Mr. Carruthers,
were you home yesterday?

- I was working out back.

- It's okay. Well, maybe you
saw this man?

- I don't think so.

- That's weird. Next door's
saying they talked to him.

And the house next to that.

- He didn't come here.

- Sir, you said
your wife is asleep?

- She has headaches.
- That's too bad, sir,

I'm gonna need to talk
to both of you together.

- No. Please!
She won't talk to you.

- Well, she'll have to.

Now is she downstairs
or upstairs?

Sir. What room is she in?

- Sir?

- It's my heart.
I can't breathe.

- Okay. Well, maybe you should
sit down.

- No-no-no,
you need to call 9-1-1.

- Sir. I am 9-1-1.

- I caught the guy.

- Huh?
- I caught the guy.

Oh. Uh, that's great work,
Malik. Really.

Hope Donavan is impressed.

- You want me to show you
inside?

- Mhmm.

- Hey, you sleep,
dinking all that coffee?

- It is a sad cycle
of self abuse.

Ahem. Wanna walk me through it?

- Okay. Well, front door is
where the murder happened.

His bins we found
bloody towels,

and empty bottle of bleach,
but wait till you see inside.

- Why? What's inside?

Yeah, I didn't smell it
at first.

But I came in the front door.
- Hmm.

- All I could smell was bleach.

- Where is it coming from?

- Yeah.

Donavan is with the old man
in the kitchen.

Come see this upstairs.

The old man kept talking
about his wife.

How she was sleeping...

how he didn't want me
waking her up.

That is not asleep.

Her husband's been living
with her like this?

- Thank you.

- You do anything for exercise,
Mr. Carruthers?

- There's a pool up on Oakwood.

- And you go there?

- I swim. Thirty laps.
Back and forth.

- You do anything else?

- I'm outside as much
as I can be.

- 'Cause I'm wondering how is
a guy your age haul another -

who's what? Maybe 180 pounds?

All the way to a bus stop
that's blocks away.

- I'm very sorry about that.

- What year is this wallpaper?

- I don't know.
- Or this pendant light?

Rug. Smart.

Floor underneath is gonna
be in perfect shape.

- Leave. Please.

- You know, most homes I go
into, if the people are older,

there is all this clutter.

But this place?

This place is a time capsule.

Donovan: Why did you kill
Jacen Kalla?

- I didn't. I warned him.
- With a shovel.

- Because it was there.

- Can I see upstairs?

- Oh! It hurts.

- You okay?
Wanna sit down?

You have pills? Heart pills?

Will your wife know,
you said she's home.

MA'AM!
- DON'T. You'll wake her up!

- And if it had been
an umbrella...?

- I would've used the umbrella.

I asked him to leave.
He wasn't listening.

- I'm calling an ambulance.

- So he's there on the ground,
bleeding and bleeding.

Why didn't you call
an ambulance?

- I couldn't.
- Why not?

- That would mean sirens.
Police. People.

I didn't wanna wake her up.

- Who?
- My wife.

Alison: Their wedding photo
was on the bureau.

This was
"Linda Lee Carruthers".

They look so sweet together.

- Mhmm.
- Aw, adorable.

Okay.

Well, let's confirm
the identity of the body.

Can you ah...

can you pull her dental
and medical records?

- Yeah.

- What was your last
conversation?

- With Lindy?

- Yeah. What'd you talk about?

- Lunch.

- And...
and how-how did that go?

- I asked if she wanted
white or brown bread.

Pickles or peanut coleslaw.

Water or tomato juice.

- And?

- She's been having headaches.

- Oh yeah.

- And it's been hard.

Usually she's into you.

What you're doing.
What do you think?

She's like lightning.

Like a hyperactive kid.

- But now?

- All she has is me asking her
what she wants to eat.

- Did she eat the sandwich?

- How long has she been here?
Hard to say.

It could be two years.
It could be ten.

The bugs have come and gone.

All that's left is casings.
We can autopsy her.

But I'm not even sure
there are organs left.

- Okay. Uh, let's take a look
around.

See if we can find any letters
or bills

that give us an estimated
date of death.

You guys let me know when you
get her back to the lab, okay?

River: That's the problem.

She and the floor -
they're attached.

- Then we take the floor
with us.

- He thinks she's still alive?

- And she's hungry.

Could it be dementia?

- No. No-no. No.

My dad has dementia.

Harold Carruthers...
this place it's um...

it's too clean.
It's too well-preserved.

- Okay.

- Could be sociopathic
dissembling.

- All to hide the fact
that he murdered his wife.

- Mhmm.

- Well, I guess we'll know more
once he talks to a psychologist.

- You're getting an assessment?
- Full psych eval.

- Well, good luck.

App: Feel the energizing light
pulse through your body.

In living in your sensations
from you head to your toes...

creating positive vibrations.

- Jenny...
- There are so many neighbours.

Like nobody stopped to say hi?
Nobody mixed up the mail?

No one argued over
who rakes the leaves?

- Well, Malik said that
nobody knew Harold.

Nobody remembered his wife.

- Yeah, but there would
have been flies

coming out of the window.

It would have smelled
like rotting meat.

And nobody...
like nobody noticed.

- You okay?

- Just like, millions
of dollars for a home.

To what? To just wall yourself
off away from society,

away from... away from people
and your neighbours?

Yeah. Okay.

Um, sorry.
You... find something?

- A couple things.

Linda Lee Carruthers
died in 2012.

- Why do we think that?

- That's when she stopped
depositing her pension cheques

and he started.

- So she's been dead
eight years?

- Fraud leads to motive.

- Well, not necessarily.
If you talk to him,

she's napping and he's handling
the family finances.

- She's...
- Napping.

- for eight years?

- Well, maybe we should ask
their son, hmm?

- We should find him.

At least find out
what happened to him?

- How?

This is the only evidence we've
seen that they even had a kid.

- Oh... uh... here.

You can start there and just
let me know how it goes.

Keep me posted, okay?
Thank you.

Hey, Kelly.

- Is anything in this house
even from this century?

- Bottle of wine,
isn't the best,

housewarming gift but--
- It's great!

- Thank you for inviting me.
- It's not bad, right?

- No, no.
It's-it's really nice.

It's quiet.

- Yeah. Except on the weekends.

Ty plays his divas loud.

Ha! Ty is not home.

We get to be the divas tonight!

- Oh, s-sorry. I can't stay.

I just wanted to--
- Oh, it's not optional.

I uh... I would lose my
esthetician's license,

if I let you go with those...
nubs.

- Yeah. No, I just-I... I wanted
to stop by and see

how you, how you were.

Sorry. They're um...

they're tearing down
your building.

- Right.

Yeah. That place
is a graveyard anyway.

It's best that they just get
rid of it. Rip it down.

Haul it away.

So that everyone can just move
on with their lives.

- You know what? I uh...

I'm yes-I', gonna pay
for my manicure.

- And I will happily
take your money.

I have a waitressing gig, but
it's only two nights a week.

I would work every night

if it meant not being
alone with myself.

- Yeah.

Grief is a monster.

- And I run from monsters.

- Yeah.

I ah... I...

my sister died when I was,
when I was young.

I mean, it's obviously not
the-the same, at all--

- You get it.

You look tired.

I didn't say you looked
like shit,

just actually tired.

- Yeah. Um, I mean, yeah.
I just haven't um--

I haven't been sleeping too
well lately.

So... yeah.

- Okay. Hands in.

Okay.

Mom?

In here.

- Hi.

- She was so tired
I had to drive her home.

She fell asleep on my shoulder.

You must be Ross.

- Yeah.

Um, sorry, who're you?

- I'm Kelly.

Ross: There were Margaritas,
and tequila shots...

I just gotta say the Dundas
Women's Slo-pitch Team

is-is-is not welcomed again.

- I'm a waitress.
It happens.

Ross: Yeah. It's brutal.

- There was this one group
of guys

from like this darts club

down the street from the bar
I worked at.

And every night they'd come in

and they wanted me to make them
Kamikazes.

Do you know what a Kamikaze is?

It's the most disgusting drink
in the world.

Okay.

Okay. Kingston?
Ontario?

Your boyfriend lives
in Kingston, Ontario,

and you haven't visited him?

- Yes. But...

I currently live in a tent
and have no job.

So... I'm kinda trying
to get it together,

a little bit there.

- H-hello.

- What I thought was even
weirder so.

- Yeah. So does he know?
- OW.

- Good morning.
- Hey.

- Did you guys even sleep?

- Hey, I got fired
because of this.

- And I have been fired.

So I was initiating Ross
into the club.

You need this.

- Thanks.

Uh, grandpa had an "incident".

Uh, my dad. Ross's grandfather
has dementia.

So I have to go to an emergency
meeting at his care home

before I go to work.

Um...

can I take you to
the GO Station on the way?

- You know Liam left
his truck here,

I can just give her
a ride home, right?

I can also do that emergency
meeting for grandpa

if you want.
- No, I'll change and--

- Shut up and let us help you,
okay?

- Hey.
- Hey.

I'm starting to think
you like it here.

- I'm here for the psych eval.

Have you ruled on the cause of
death for Mrs. Carruthers yet?

- Medical report says
that she was healthy.

Her last doctor's appointment
was with an optometrist.

Ah...

what's the body telling us?

- Scan shows that,
unlike Jacen Kalla,

her skull was intact.

- What about the rest
of her body?

- No broken bones.
No fractures, even.

- No lacerations.
No abrasions.

- What about strangulation?

- No ligature marks.

And decomposition means we
can't get toxicology specimens.

- Well, I don't like unresolved
mysteries.

- What's on these floorboards?

- Bits of Linda Lee.

- We used cheese wire
to separate the body.

- Mhmm.
- I'm gonna miss cheese.

- You're not answering
your phone.

Nobody's answering their phone.

- Damon Carruthers?

- I got mixed up.
Heard your message late.

Put "Coroner's office"

together with mom's name
and I just realized--

- We don't need you to I.D.
her body.

- Good.

Hearing how you found her,
I'm not that sure I could.

- When was the last time you
saw her?

- 32 years ago.

I left home early.

- I'm gonna go get the photo
from your office.

- It was uh,
it was disturbing,

what happened to her body.

- Yeah. It's messed up.

- And the condition of the body

doesn't allow us to determine
how she died.

- You think he hurt her?

- Was he ever violent?

- Never. I never saw my parents
argue, let alone fight.

- What about mental illness?

- Oh, he is eccentric.

- Uh, what does eccentric mean?

- Denial was his thing.

When I was in high school,

my dad caught me with a
freshman guy from U of T.

He didn't freak out,

he gave me a list of
church girls to date.

So I started staying out.

He'd tell my mom that I was with
my "study buddy", Louisa.

But there is no "Louisa".

And when I got diagnosed
with HIV,

when I got sick, I told Dad.

He gave me ibuprofen with milk.

- And that's when you left?

- Here is the photo.

I was 18.

I wanted life.

As much as I could get.

Thanks for picking
me up,

I can't believe they freaked
out like that.

- Grandpa--
- Zach cuts my hair, okay?

He cuts it.
Very respectable job. Very.

Not like I cut it myself.

- Zach quit, remember?
He got a job in film sets.

- Then they wanted me to go
and sit in Vicki's chair.

I wouldn't sit in Vicki's chair
if you paid me.

- You can't throw a jar
of barbicide at her.

You just can't.

- This is so humiliating.
I'm sorry, Roscoe.

- It's okay. I know.

- I'm sorry, Ross.
What's happening to me?

Ross: Whoa... idea.

You used to cut hair, right?

- What? Is this true?
- Yeah.

- Uh, information that I gave
your grandson

while listing the many places
I've been fired from.

- Oh.

- So you busy?

If feels like you know
what you're doing.

Maybe it's just the lack
of confidence

that was the problem before.
I don't know.

I mean, if the last job
you did, didn't work out.

I mean, I don't think
you have to worry.

How bad can--

I mean, look at me,
what you're starting with.

- Did Vicki do your last
haircut?

I'd throw barbicide at her, too.

- You would?

What if I trim it?

Taper the back.

Get you looking handsome again,

at least 'til you can find
a real barber?

- You're wonderful.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

- Wow.
- Here we go.

- Okay. I'm not worried.

♪♪♪

Donovan: All my years
on the job,

I've never seen anything
like it.

Imagine being so in love
with someone,

so profoundly connected,

you couldn't see the truth.

- Devotional delusions.

- Maybe all devotion is
delusional.

What's the word, Doctor?

- There is nothing textbook
about Harold's psychosis.

First we get him into
the geri-psych unit.

Then we get him started
on anti-psychotics.

- And then what?
- Cognitive therapy.

Likely followed by grief
counseling.

- Okay. What about the trial?
- Trial?

M-my dad's insane.

- No. He's not.
- What?

- I believe Harold
is mentally competent

to stand trial for the murder
of Jacen Kalla.

- What are you talking about?

- Harold is highly functioning

in every other aspect
of his life.

- He said he murdered a man
to protect his wife

who was already dead.

- Or maybe he murdered a man
to protect his secret

that he'd killed his wife.

- You don't know
how my mom died.

She doesn't know that.

Only he knows that.
Please...

my father will spend the rest
of his life in an institution.

- Yes.

- Hey.

- Dad. Dad.

It's Damon, dad.
It-it's me. It's me.

- Damon?

You look old?

- Alive, Dad. I'm alive.
And-and yeah, I-I got old.

But mom...

she died.

She-she-she's dead.

So how'd it happen, Dad?

- Everybody keeps saying
she's dead.

- Tell them it was an accident,
okay?

That's how you found her.

- We have to go home.

- We can't.

- Wait 'til your mother sees
you. She'll be so excited.

Yeah. Damon's home!

- Dad, stop.

- Are you gonna commit him now?

- I have a bed waiting.

- I don't wanna be here.
I wanna be home.

I wanna be with my wife.
- Someone help here?

- Okay, maybe we can make
a stop on the way home.

We don't have all of
the answers and-and maybe,

maybe it'll trigger something.

- I can't authorize that.

- I can.

You said there's nothing
textbook about his psychosis.

Jenny: He wants is to take his
son home to her.

Donovan: Then he's going home.

- Why is that tape on my door?

- It's a crime scene, sir.

- Dad? Do-do you need help?

- Wait here.
I wanna surprise her.

First, let me see how she is.

She has these headaches.
Severe.

Really painful.

But she'll wanna
be at her best for you.

- Mr. Carruthers?

Your wife is not upstairs
anymore.

We took her body to the
Coroner's office for autopsy.

- My wife doesn't leave
the house.

- No. Just let him-
let him--

- Lindy! Lindy I'm home!
- Let him see.

- This is cruel.

- Cruel is putting him in jail.

Cruel is the courts,
the banks taking his house.

Your dad's got a lot worse
cruel to come.

- He has a hard time facing
things.

NOOOO!

Lindy...

Lindy, Damon is back,
he wants to see you!

Her wallet.
- Dad.

She's not here.

She didn't go out.
She didn't get her purse.

She died!

A long time ago.

How did she die?

- She was having these
headaches.

- Hi.

And you took her to a doctor,
right?

- But not to Doctor Sanders.
He's retired.

This was a new doctor. Young.

- He was an eye doctor?

- He gave her glasses.

Then things got worse.

She'd get nauseous reading
the paper.

Pulling on her shoes.

Then her words--
- Did she slur?

Yeah?

- I'd laugh, it was funny.

And she'd get so angry with me.

Yelling and swearing.

She is not a swearer.

I mean, she'd swear,
but not at me.

- What about pain?

It'd be numbness.
It'd be very suddenly.

It'd be in her arms,
and her legs?

- Yes. Yes.
- Yeah?

- How'd she end up
on the floor?

- It's okay.

What do you remember?

- I was in the bathroom,
hanging up my swimming suit.

I was telling her that
it had started to snow

and I was gonna have
to go out and shovel.

Your job. Before you left.

She wasn't answering.

So I told her again.

She still wasn't answering.

So I went in to check and--

Ohhhh...

- I'm so sorry, Mr. Carruthers.

- OHHH!
Damon: Hey-hey-hey-hey.

- You're okay. You're good.

It's okay. I-I got you.
I'm here. I'm here.

- If I had called
the ambulance...

- No-no-no-no.

Hey. Hey, listen to me.

Listen to me,
you're a good man.

- No!
- No, no. You listen to me!

It's okay.

- You loved her so much.

You're a good man.

- You're such a good man.
- Oh God!

- It's okay. Shh. Shh.

Shh. It's okay.

♪♪♪

- She had a brain tumor.

- Can you prove that?
- Never.

But I feel better declaring
her autopsy as "undetermined".

I wanna get the number
of that eye doctor.

With those symptoms, she
should've been diagnosed.

- A retired family doctor,
different appointments,

offices, files back and forth.

It happens.

She fell through the cracks,
Jenny.

- Yeah, but she would still be
alive now.

She'd be with him.

- "Til death do us part".

- I met someone.

- Really?

Someone you're interested in?

- She lived in the Whitfield
Co-op.

Well, former co-op.

- Her name is not Kelly, is it?

- Noor.

Well, I... I look forward to

meeting Noor in the future.

- Dad? Dad!

- Hey.
- Uh...

he just collapsed.

I thought he was upset
and he couldn't breathe.

- I need an ambulance -
86 Granton Ave.

Elderly male, unresponsive.

- He's breathing. Okay.
Talk to him, it helps.

- Dad. Hey, dad,
listen to me.

Hey, guess what?
I have a family.

And a husband.
Look. See?

His name is Jayden.
Look at him.

And uh, and our three kids,
okay.

They are all adopted.

Uh, there is Laura,
she's eight.

And Ryan, he's five.

You're gonna love meeting him.

And uh... Esther -

okay, just between me and you -

I did not pick the name -

but she's two.
And she's adorable.

And uh, we all live
in a big house.

- I love you so much.

- No-no-no-no. No.

- Keep talking to him.

Keep talking to him.

- He can't hear me.
- He can hear you.

Just keep talking to him until
the ambulance gets here.

- Donavan!
- Uh... okay, Laura.

She just got into
a math program.

- Yes.
- And Dad... Dad...

please Dad, can you hear me?
Donovan: Jenny! Jenny!

It's too late.

Sometimes the thing
you're looking at

is blocking you from seeing--

- In here!

- Hi.
- Hey.

Hey, you're still here.

- Uh, Ross had to go to work
to pick up his last paycheque.

We're watching this old show,
"Fernandes".

- It's about a coroner,
like you.

Not bad. You ever hear
of this show?

- Yeah. Yeah.
- So...?

- Hm.

- My haircut?

She styled it.

- No uh, it looks...
it looks great.

- No. Not "she". Sorry.

Oh my God. Okay, last time.
What's your name again?

- Uh, it's Kelly, Dad.

- Kelly! Kelly! Kelly!

Okay. Thanks.
- Yeah.

- Jenn, I can't stay
at that home anymore.

I'm done with it.

So I'm gonna have to move here.

That's over.
- Okay.

- I've got some takeout
in the fridge to get.

- No, thanks.

I know Ross went up there
and fought for me.

Talked them right out
of even kicking me out,

but... it's too much.

- Yeah, okay.
Yeah, Dad.

I mean, obviously
I-I-I don't want you

living anywhere that
you're not happy.

- I just never thought
I'd see it go this way.

That was not the plan.

You know?
- Yeah.

- I'm sorry.

- Okay. Yeah,
I mean, obvi-obviously you,

you can-you can stay here.

Until you know,
we figure something else out.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

I just-I need to realize that
things are really chaotic

for me here right now, okay?

'Cause Liam is renovating.
Ross is floating.

And when I'm not working,

I am wandering around
like a zombie and--

- What-what do you mean
you're wondering around?

- Hmm.
- Are you sleepwalking?

- Uh...
- Oh no.

- How... how do you know that?

- Well, you must be really
troubled

because you used to do it
as a kid,

after your sister died.

The sleepwalking.

- Oh okay. Yeah.

Um... so...

I'm gonna be right back.

I-I'm just-I'll be right back.
And then when I am,

we can-we can watch "Fernandes"
together.

Okay, Dad?
- Oh great.

Okay. Well, I'll wait for you.

- I uh, told Ross I'd wait
until he got home from the bar.

- Thanks.

Yeah, my uh...

my Dad's sundown.

So it's not a steady decline.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Mmm.

- I work 2 nights a week.

If you need me any
of the other 5?

Gordon: That would never happen
in real life!

Never.

- Yeah. Yeah.

That would be...

that would be really,
really helpful.

Consider yourself hired.

I like your family.
- Hm.

They seem to really
like you too.

Especially my dad.

Are you sure about this?

- Dealing with your family
it helps me to forget...

- Sorry. One sec.

It's Ross.

- Say goodnight for me.
That's my Uber.

- Yeah, okay.

Hey baby, just hold on one sec,
okay?

- GOODNIGHT, GORDON!

- Oh Goodnight! Kelly.

- Goodnight, Jenny.
- Goodnight, Katie.

I mean... Kelly. Sorry.

That's uh, that was
my sister's name.

- Of course!

Of course it was.

Hey.

What?

No, Ross, I can't hear you,
the music.

- Mom!

- Hey.

Over there.

He said he was at the hospital.

- I am so scared to ask.

- Whoa!

- Sorry, Sweetie, uh,

Liam text me last night.
Mal is... Mal is fine.

I just-I forgot to tell you
with everything

that was going on with grandpa.
Um...

- Okay. So...

you're digging.

And he is... dancing?

- Uh, should I be worried?

- Yeah uh... you know, I uh...

I... I'm handling this.

- Okay. All right.

- OHHH!

Hey.

- Hey. Hey.

Hey.
- You okay?

- Hmm?
- You okay?

- Oh yeah!
- Mal's okay?

- Oh yeah.
Mhmm. Dancing!

- Mhmm.
- Wanna dance?!

- Sure. Of course.
- Yeah.

- Oh my God.
- Oh.

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