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Betty, bam-ba-lam ♪

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child, bam-ba-lam ♪

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wild, bam-ba-lam ♪

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Hey! What?

What's so funny?

Nothing, trust me.

Come on, tell me. I
could use a good laugh.

I'm reading a book
called States of Matter,

and there's a chapter

on thermodynamics and
statistical mechanics.

- Okay...
- Here's how it opens.

"Ludwig Boltzmann spent
most of his career

"studying statistical mechanics.

"He died in 1906
by his own hand."

- Uh.
- Okay?

"Paul Ehrenfest,
carrying on his work,

"died similarly in 1933.

"Now it is our turn to study
statistical mechanics."

Never too late for
a paternity test.

There's an extra place setting.

Yeah. Are we expecting company?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, we are.

- Something's up.
- Yeah. You're right.

There's a vibe in here.

- A dark and troubling vibe.
- Look at him.

That's the shirt he
wears for press conferences.

He's brushed his hair.

She seems eager to
make an impression.

- No. No, she's not.
- Please, no.

No, you can't.

Yes, kids, your mother
is coming for brunch.

No. How did this happen?

She texted me out of
the blue last night.

She asked, "How are the kids?"
And I said, "Kids are good.

"Coming over for
brunch tomorrow."

And then she responded,

"Brunch sounds like
fun. See you at 11."

It's fine. It's fine.
Let's just brainstorm.

What can we say to make
her turn the car around?

Or maybe it's easier if we
just block the road into town?

I... might have an
idea why she's coming.

When I was undercover
in that rehab facility

I had to do this
group therapy session

and totally by accident

I had a breakthrough about
how Mum made me the way I am.

- Mm-hm.
- Keep talkin'.

So, I may have unloaded
years of pent up frustration

on her voicemail, blaming her

for making me incapable of
allowing myself to love.

Oh. Well.

- That's just wonderful!
- Not your finest hour, honey.

I had a breakthrough.

I am not in the headspace

for Mum's unique blend
of self-pity, narcissism

and inappropriate necklines.

You think I'm looking
forward to seeing her?

This neglectful lady

still endured 11 hours of
excruciating labor for Henry,

and emergency
C-section for Louise.

- How do you know that?
- I know everything.

Maybe her being
here will make us

actually face some of the
stuff we never talk about.

Dysfunction thrives in the dark

and dies in the sunlight.

Another thing I learned
from group therapy.

You were in rehab for six hours

pretending to be a drug
addict named Claire.

Excuse me, it was a
profound experience.

Even if we pretend that's true,

that is not relevant to
me - I don't keep secrets.

Oh, really?

How about continuing
an investigation

of a potential homicide
from a million years ago

without my consent?

You what? Why
didn't you tell me?

I don't know what either
of you are talking about

and how did you know?

You think Szczepkowski
can keep a secret?

Kid's about as hard to
read as Goodnight Moon.

So, what do you have
to say for yourself?

I refuse to apologise for
investigating a murder.

You remember the day that I
gave you your detective shield?

You go behind my back again

and see how fast I can rewind
that heartwarming movie.

Technically, Louise
gave me my shield.

Well, either Nadia blew a
fuse or that's the universe

telling us to stop
with all this honesty.

Sometimes it's good to
rip off the band-aid.

I'll tell you another
thing I learned in therapy.

You can't start healing
until you start feeling.

Are you just repeating things

you saw on motivational
posters at the rehab?

No. I got that one from a mug.

I had motivational poster
in my room as a small child.

It said "Life is hard."

It was my favourite poster.

Nadi, could you please
just give us a minute here?

We're actually dealing
with something. Okay?

Just came in to tell
you the power is out,

so the brunch I have
been cooking all morning

will be delayed, but okay.

Okay.

Well, I'm starving.

I'm gonna head outside
and eat some almonds.

Why does he have to go
outside to eat almonds?

You think I have a
copy of his manual?

Look, all I'm saying is that

I think we were all
messed up by her leaving.

You guys maybe
even more than me.

Marci asked if you could stand

being the second most
important person in her life

and you've totally
given up on her.

No, actually, I sent
her child a gift

and I refuse to call her

until I receive a
hand-written thank-you note.

And you are scared to let
the guy you actually like

know you like him.

You are so annoying!
I do not like Carson!

Interesting. I
never said his name.

I would never date another
cop and he's freshly divorced.

Oh, sweetheart, come on,
that sounds like an excuse

because you're afraid
of getting hurt.

- Boom.
- Oh, I'm afraid to get hurt?

Anytime anyone says anything

that hurts your feelings
even a tiny little bit

you get all sullen and sulky
and completely shut down.

I do not.

Every time you fought with Mum

you couldn't take any
criticism from her.

Let's be honest,
that's got to be

at least part of the reason
why you guys got divorced.

That's not why we got divorced.

I'm not saying it was the only
reason. I'm just saying...

She only had one reason.

- What reason was that?
- You want another breakthrough?

You know the
relationship with Frank

that started maybe a year
after we got divorced?

Well, guess what? It didn't.

What do you mean?

They'd been seeing each
other for at least a year

while we were still married.

She left because she
fell in love with him.

I made her promise not
to go public with it

to save us all the humiliation.

There. Is that honest
enough for you?

Everybody healed now?

I don't know what to say.

Henry, you say something.

Huh? Oh, I already knew that.

- What?
- What?

For how long?

One night she went
out for milk...

...when we already had milk.

Then a week later she said
she was running to the store,

so I followed her across town

to a house with a
front-facing window.

Didn't see everything,

but I can assure
you, I saw enough.

Oh, buddy.

I thought I was the
only one who knew.

Do you know how hard it was to
pretend not to see the clues?

She knew none of her tells.

Like when she was lying,

she use to twirl her
hair with her finger.

- And the pauses!
- Such long pauses!

You could bake a
pie in those pauses.

It's a huge relief to
know that you knew.

Yeah. It's a relief to me too.

No, you guys do not get to
bond over keeping this from me.

We shared a family secret

that gave us a
point of connection.

This is literally
what you asked for.

No! I did not ask to be betrayed
by a secret-keeping betrayer!

I halfway get why
he didn't tell me

but we're supposed to be a team!

It is like in season one of 24,

Jack Bauer knows who is the mole

but keeps the rest
of CTU in the dark.

Sweetheart, do you mind?

We're having a family
conversation here.

What?

It's the office.

Hey. It's my...

What do you mean?

Someone blew up the
electrical substation.

What?!

How did the fire department
find out before me?

Okay, just... We're on our way.

Come on. You guys follow me.

Oh, no. You guys
can ride together.

You can discuss all the
other family secrets

you've been keeping from me.

It'll be like a fun car game.

Louise!

Oh, God, your mother!

Nadia's going to kill me

if I tell her she has to
deal with that woman alone.

- You do it.
- Absolutely not.

You're not the only one
who's scared of her.

After that bone-headed
thing I said

about having a
family discussion?

I'm taking my life
into my hands. Come on!

Okay. I'll do it if you let me
drive and control the radio.

You follow cars too
closely, look at your phone

and you listen to
terrible music.

I do not listen
to terrible music.

These are my terms.

Deal.

Nadia?

Nadia left.

She took the Mustang.

Oh.

I... I still get to drive.

Well, well, well, boys,

the EVPD finally graces
us with their presence.

Coffee break run long?

Not really in the mood

for 'cops vs. firefighters'
today, Flanagan.

Yeah? Why's that?
Aviators get scratched?

Busy weekend busting jaywalkers?

Someone swiped the last cinnamon
roll from the break room?

At least we're not a bunch of
divorced middle-aged volunteers!

- Jeez. You really took it there.
- Yeah.

Sorry. I've had a tough morning.

Your daughter's giving me
nothing today, Hickman!

Just a second...

Please leave
a message after the tone.

Nadi, it's me again.

Check that the tires on the
Mustang are properly inflated.

And that the brake lights work

and use 91 octane if
you have to fill it up.

And... just
call me back, please.

Please call me back.

What about you, Henry? You
gonna give me the business?

I have nothing but
respect for firefighters.

You're a vital part
of our community.

But, yeah...

The way you put your
lives on the line.

You won't hear me offering
a word of criticism.

Henry, traditions matter.
Say something mean.

But not too mean.

Alright, what happened here?

Intruders came from the west,
cut a hole in that fence.

They blew the transformer

with a high-impact
homemade explosive.

- Took down the whole grid.
- Wow. What a mess.

We have a possible footprint.

It's obscured by the
explosion's residue.

Hey, Hanrahan?

It's Flanagan.

No, I know.

I'm comically demeaning you

by pretending to
misremember your name.

You know, 'cause
you're saying...

It's not funny if you
have to explain it.

Yeah, that's why it's not funny.

Did you want something?

Yes. I need your dry
powder extinguisher.

It's a boot.

Doc Martens.
I'd know it anywhere.

From my years on the
streets of Seattle.

I was kicked in the
face more than once.

Does that surprise
anyone? Anyone?

Woman's size 6.

Hey, Hanrahan!

We're not doing that anymore.

Oh, yes, we are. It's our thing.

Alright, we're looking
for a woman, everybody!

So am I.

Of course you can't.

- My cell signal's gone.
- Yeah, mine too.

Hey, anyone there?

The cell tower's been bombed!

- My angel.
- My heart.

No second thoughts?

My second thoughts

are exactly the same
as my first thoughts.

You have an arrogant
little body.

I love how your
compliments make no sense.

- You make me so itchy.
- In a good way?

Come back to bed
and I'll show you.

No time, baby. We
got a busy day ahead.

You know
our power's out

Mmm. Imagine that.

Baby, let's get wild.

I agree. When I was out
on my boat this morning...

Without service I have no GPS.

Do you have any maps?

Sorry, honey.

Just the treasure maps on
the back of the kids menu.

- Then only large coffee to go.
- Okay.

With the power out, it's about
as hot as a baby's bathwater.

But it'll do ya.

Kathy, do you know which
is road to Vancouver?

I am going to visit my cousin.

Okay, so what you want to do
is, you want to go on Highway 2

and then pick up I-5 in
Everett and go all the way up.

What's the occasion?

Big Hank and I had big fight.

- Oh.
- Only verbal.

He did not beat me with stick,
if that's what you are thinking.

Well, jeez, no I wasn't.

I'm sure you guys
will work it out.

Say, if I give you money

will you pick me up some
smoked fish while you're there?

Between you and me...

I may not come back
this way again.

So...

Kathy, it was nice to
come in here each day

and have you talk at me.

I think you mean talk with me.

That must be what I meant.

- There you go, honey.
- Thank you.

Please, keep problem
with Hank to yourself.

Gladys.

You are not gonna believe
what she just told me.

Got you a chair.

Hey. Carson. What
are you doing here?

It's... the only way

to keep in close contact
with the department.

Outages are County wide.

Entire digital
toolkit's offline.

It's like we've been thrown
back to the stone age.

Or at least to 19th
century Whitechapel.

Jack the Ripper! Yes!

- I'm obsessed with that case.
- You and me both.

Okay, obvious question -

do you believe it
was really Kosminski?

Well, we know it
wasn't Saunders.

- Oh, yeah! Obviously.
- Right?

I was talking to him first.
Get your own friends.

Okay, everybody,
settle down, listen up.

Cell tower was the same M.O.
as the power substation.

High impact explosive.

We think it's related
but we need more.

Bradley, what'd you find out
from people in the vicinity?

Yeah. I got a witness.

Leonard Jensen,
feed store manager.

"I was coming home from the
flea market over at Appleton.

"I go real early on
Sundays to get the gold.

"Like, one morning I bought
a lamp shaped like a giraffe,

"where you pull the
tongue to turn it on."

Maybe just skip to the part
about where he saw the person?

Yeah.

"I was coming over the hill as
this woman was running away.

"I couldn't see her face but
she was wearing a khaki jacket

"and dark red combat boots.

"Maybe Doc Martens?

"I got a pair of dark
green ones myself.

"Picked 'em up at the flea
market over at Appleton.

"Real early."

- Got the shoe right.
- Alright, nice job.

There it is.
There's the pattern.

First power, then
communications.

So, what's the angle?
What are they after?

What's the connection? Come on.

- Szczepkowski, what?
- What?

No. Nothing.

I just... What if it's the bank?

There's usually a
Sunday drop of money

that would be waiting
for Monday pickup.

And the alarm system
uses electric and wifi

so if both were knocked out
it would be easier to rob

and I feel like I've
been talking for so long.

Good thinking,
Officer Szczepkowski!

Very good! Let's secure
that bank right now!

Wait! Dad!

We have something much
bigger to talk about.

Louise, this is not
the time or place.

We need to find these people
and get that cell tower running,

so I can get in
touch with Nadia.

I'm talking about the fact

that there's no way for
people to report a crime.

Right. Right.

Our people are
vulnerable and isolated

and they need a way to
communicate with us.

I
got an idea, Chief.

Troop 27, this is exactly
what we've been training for.

You've each been
issued a walkie talkie.

You're our eyes and ears.

You will keep evenly
spaced throughout town

and report suspicious
activity and distress calls.

You will keep channels clear
and report back to base.

You will succeed
in your mission.

I can't hear you!

Ma'am, yes, ma'am!

Alright, I'm gonna
take the front of the bank

with Officer Ray who
will monitor the walkies.

Henry, Louise, I want
you to take the back.

Bradley, Szczepkowski,

keep the streets and sidewalks

clear of rubber neckers
and lookie-loos.

Okay. I don't know
what those are.

Me neither, but I got your back.

Alright, everybody ready?
Stay sharp, let's go.

You know banks are just private
casinos for the ultra rich?

They gamble with your
money and they profit

off their customers'
naivety and confusion.

You'll never guess
where I keep my money.

Go on.

- You're not going to guess?
- No.

How are you walking so fast?

I cover 30% more
ground with every step.

- Would you stop?
- What?

Clearly there's a
frost between us.

I think an apology is in order.

Yeah. Absolutely.

Whenever you're ready.

You're...

You seriously are waiting
for me to apologise to you?

You talking about what
Marci said in front of Dad

was a total breach of trust.

Really. If I can't trust my
own sibling, who can I trust?

- Uh...
- Shh!

I forgive you.

You know who I don't trust?

The banks!

That's why I keep my
money in my suitcase.

Damn it! I wanted you to guess!

- Uh-oh.
- What?

I just fell in love
with you again.

That guy's outa line.

I don't like the way
he's looking at us.

Should I manually
correct his expression?

Not today. That'd be bad
luck. Plus he's got sad eyes.

Baby, your soul makes
my shoes fit funny.

Thank you, folks!
Keep it moving.

Thanks, guys.

What's going on, officers?

It's just a precautionary
measure, folks.

Thanks for your cooperation.

The traffic lights are out all
over town, so drive carefully.

Thanks for keeping us safe, sir.

'Sir'. That felt nice.

- Yeah, he was really friendly.
- Really friendly.

Smells a
little musty in here.

You're being
rude to our host.

This place is cute as hell.
Reminds me of my grandma's.

Sorry for the intrusion and all,

but would you kindly direct
us to your jewellery?

Ahh!

- Now we gotta look for it.
- Practice your patience, babe.

We won't find it
if you lose focus.

You know what could
help me focus?

Later. When we're finished.

Start looking.

Nothing
to report on this end.

All clear here.

My mum
said her friend Kathy said

Chief Hickman's girlfriend
got mad and drove to Vancouver

and might never come back.

Uh...

Permission to give
you a hug, sir...?

Permission denied.

Mayday! Mayday!

Bleeding woman approaching.

Appears to be between...

40 and 80 years old?

So it was a male and a female.

Their faces were covered, and
one was wearing red boots.

And they had a tone
I didn't appreciate.

They tore through my jewellery
box like wild animals.

- What did they take?
- A necklace.

Can you describe it?

It was long, circular,
fastened at the back.

- Could you be more specific?
- No.

I have a photo.

Now that Nadia's gone,
it's gonna be me.

Very old, very alone
with a very dead dog.

I heard that!

Your partner is very rude.

You don't have to tell
me. He's my father.

Hmm. Where did you get
this? Do you remember?

Pawn shop. They have all
kinds of treasures there.

And cheap pieces

of worthless, gaudy costume
jewellery, apparently.

Why would somebody take
your terrible necklace

and not what I can only assume
is your dead husband's Rolex?

Oh! Your partner's
very rude too!

You don't have to tell me.

He's my son.

Everything okay
between you and Henry?

Oh, you know. It's
not a big deal.

I just found out this morning

he kept a secret from
me our whole lives

that changes everything I
thought I knew about my family.

Oh, okay, good,
then. No big deal.

Yeah. Just never felt more
betrayed in my whole life.

It's literally
nothing. A piffle.

I'm sorry.

I should not be dragging you
into family drama vortex.

I am absolutely down
to enter the vortex.

You know, when I was a kid
I had an imaginary friend.

His name was Caspian.

Mostly he hung around

while I built my Legos
and model airplanes.

I used him as a sounding
board for my sci-fi stories,

and he was someone who I could
tell knock-knock jokes to.

His name was Caspian?

The point is, I had
to make up a friend

because I was an only child.

My mum's long gone, my dad
checks on me once a year

to see if any
repairs need doing,

but I never had a meaningful
conversation with him.

You and your Dad and Henry,

underneath everything
have a real closeness.

I can tell.

You're still just trying to
find your way back there.

I'd do anything to
be in your shoes.

But where did you come
up with the name Caspian?

Your faces say it all.

Here to buy a kit for
your little rugrats?

Oh, yeah, we're
looking for instruments

for each of our four
beautiful children.

- We're starting a family band.
- Oh.

Actually, only three
of them are beautiful.

Caspian's eyes
are too far apart.

Kids at school call
him Hammerhead.

Cries himself to
sleep every night.

Tears roll just past his ears.

We're yanking your
chain, Lester.

I'm Lou Hickman. Big Hank's kid.
And this is Detective Carson.

Louise! I haven't
seen you in years!

Yeah. We're here about
your stolen guitar.

Ah. Brand-new acoustic.

She just grabbed it and ran
out to her partner outside.

Did you notice anything
unusual about them?

Do you consider kissing unusual?

- They kissed you?
- No, they kissed each other.

A friendly peck
or something more?

It was like they were
trying to merge into one.

Lou,
it's Lily! Come in, Lou!

We have a report of
a kidnapped baby!

I was working out in my garage,

when these creeps came in

and they swiped my baby
right from her tank.

You keep your child in a tank?

What? No.

It's my snake.

Oh. Hmm.

Sh... She's my everything.

I know how you feel, sir.

I am also dealing with
a heavy loss today.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah.

- What? Death in the family?
- No.

His girlfriend's mad at him
and he wants to call her.

Oh.

Can I see a picture
of your snake?

Sure.

This is her.

- She's beautiful.
- Thank you.

She looks just like you.

Cheap jewellery, a
guitar and a snake.

What the hell is going on here?

We have two suspects so
far, male and a female.

A regular modern
day Bonnie and Clyde

who seem to be really,
really into each other.

Which must be so nice.

Dad.

Um...

None of the places they hit

are connected by any
kind of alarm system.

So, all we have are three
apparently unrelated thefts.

A snake, a guitar, and
a worthless necklace.

So...

How are these three
things connected?

What are these two after?

Okay, this is my favourite
part, where one of my team

jumps up and says,
"Hey, I got it!"

Let's forget about the
board for a second.

Let's go back to the
beginning of this whole thing.

What other reason
would anyone have

to knock out power and
cellular communications?

No cell service, no power.
No tower, no signal.

No power, no battery charge.

No tracking!

What does that say to you?

Oh, yeah. Um...

You know, I think we're
thinking the same thing

but you say your thing first.

- Ankle monitors.
- Monitor, ankle monitors!

Yes. Same here.
Great minds, right?

That's what I'm talking about!
Ankle monitors. Of course!

So now we need to
access the database

to find out who's
on house arrest.

Lily, what do we have in
the way of hard copies?

I only have hard copies
of the fingerprint log,

the mugshot book

and also my own
personal collection

of the crime scene
photos greatest hits.

Oh.

House arrests all run through
the County Sheriff's office.

Carson? Got a name for us?

Well, if I could sync up

to the centralised
monitoring system

and cross-reference with
our criminal database

I'd be able to pull up
detailed profiles with...

For God's sake, forget
about your stupid toys!

Look at me and focus.

The info is in there somewhere.

We're looking for a couple.

An inseparable duo with
unmistakable attraction.

They aren't just
partners in crime,

they're partners in love.

And they are...

There was a guy on house
arrest from Deer Creek

who was cooking meth
with his girlfriend!

Yes! I remember them!

Where is it? Where is it?

Here!

Amber Hodges.

Multiple arrests for possession,
intent to distribute,

a couple of stints for
assault, car jacking.

Lucas Miller.

Possession, couple of B
& Es, nothing too heavy.

What's the end game?

The systems will be back
online in a few hours.

Why go to all this trouble
for a random crime spree?

Can't be random. There
has to be a pattern.

Here's a good place to start
- their last known address.

Royal Apartments in Deer Creek.

She's got skills,
there's no question.

It's almost admirable.

You know, there are so many
highly explosive ingredients

in common beauty products

that many states have
considered banning hair salons

from performing both
manicures and hair colourings

at the same site

to make them less
attractive robbery targets

for would-be bombers.

You won't even banter?

That was banter?

You're not even talking!

And you never don't talk.

How could you keep me in
the dark for 20 years?

I thought we told
each other everything.

Do you have any idea
how much it sucks

to find out that you
kept that secret from me?

Well, we don't have to talk

if you're more comfortable
in stony silence.

You think I hid
Mum's affair from you

'cause it was such a joy

to hold onto that
kind of information?

Then why wouldn't you tell me?

When I saw them together,

I bought myself
a lifetime supply

of resentment for my own mother.

I hated her.

And I hated hating her.

And I knew if you
knew what I knew,

you would hate her too.

And I didn't want
you to hate her.

I felt it was my duty to
protect you from that.

You were only eight.

You shouldn't have seen that.

I'm sorry you felt like you had
to carry it all on your own.

But given the choice, I would've
wanted to know the truth.

Trust me, I hated
her plenty anyway.

You knew the truth and you
got to deal with it then.

But now I have to deal
with it all over again.

Probably have to
go back to therapy.

Again, you were there
for one afternoon.

I apologise.

I forgive you.

Also...

I never told you this, but...

...that one time
after family dinner

when I had to go back
and get my jacket,

when I walked in,

I saw Dad having sex with Nadia.

He was naked and she was not.

Ohh!

You could've kept that
one to yourself forever.

Gaw!

Hey. Look at this.

She's due in court
tomorrow for sentencing.

Ma'am, could you
put the weapon down?

We'd like to ask
you a few questions.

Maybe we let me question
the small child.

Hi, sweetheart,

do you know the people who
live in that apartment?

Amber and Lucas.
They're my friends.

That's nice. Do you remember
the last time you saw them?

Amber came over this morning

and said it was
super-duper important

to borrow something
from me to wear.

So I borrowed her my
cat ears headband.

She wanted to borrow
something from you?

Those are the words she used?

Thank you.

The necklace was old,

the guitar is new...

The cat ears are borrowed...

That snake was blue.

We need to check out all
churches in the area.

Dear beloved, we are
gathered here today

to join Amber and Lucas
in holy matrimony.

- Wait for it...
- Wait for what?

The exchange of vows.
I'm not a monster.

Takes me back to my
wedding day with Dennis.

Me fussing with his tuxedo,
him fussing with mine.

We weren't criminal perpetrators
but we were in love.

That's beautiful, Sarika.

And I vow to be your
partner in crime

to protect you, to love you,

and to always pay
your bail money.

Amber, just like this ring,

you've got me wrapped
around your finger.

And just like this snake, I
want you wrapped around my body.

And I now pronounce
you man and wife.

You may now kiss your...

Conjugal visits.

What?

Amber is facing long-term
jail time tomorrow.

The state of Washington
doesn't allow conjugal visits

unless the prisoner is married.

Ah, good catch.

Okay, go! Go, go, go!

- Go!
- Okay!

- Congratulations.
- Aw, thanks, honey.

- Hey, come on.
- Alright, alright.

Oh, my God.

Kids.

Learn from me.

Whether by nature or nurture
or just plain old dumb luck,

we all sing versions
of the same sad song.

Do yourselves a favour.
Pick a different tune.

Do you understand
what he's saying?

No.

I'm saying that I'm an idiot

and I may have blown it
with the woman that I love.

But it's not genetic.
It's reversible.

It's all reversible. Being
a dumbass is reversible.

Being a romantic
coward is reversible.

Being afraid to
take a leap of faith

with the person that you love

that's reversible at any time.

As long as that
time is right now.

- I'll...
- See you later.

You have a curl falling
onto your forehead

which means you've been
too preoccupied to fix it.

You've got something
on your mind?

I'm here to apply
for the position

of the second most important
person in your life.

Hi.

- You seem out of breath.
- Yeah.

And I drove here, so
that's weird.

Okay. I'm just gonna
come out and say it.

Uh...

I think you and I...

Well, we have...

Hey, babe,
your food's getting...

Oh. Hi! Lou, right?

Right.

Gina? Is that...?

Wow! You look different.

Did you do something
to your... teeth?

- What?
- I don't know.

Just looks like a different...
shade or something.

What are you guys having?

Oh, since the power's out,

we're just using the
rest of the milk and eggs

before they go bad, so...

- I'm making some pancakes.
- Pancakes?

Pancakes! Great! Mmm.

Mmm.

I thought that you guys had...

We were. I mean we still are,
technically. We're just...

- We're making a fresh start.
- Right.

- Take two!
- Whoa!

Ah! That's a wrap! Not
for you guys, though.

- Yeah.
- Um...

I just came here to
tell... Detective Carson

that everything's gonna
be up and running soon

and all your fancy
devices will work again.

So...

Thank you coming over to my
house just to tell me that.

And thank you...

for stopping by.

You're... thanking yourself?

Yes, I am.

Yeah. Gotta be your own
number-one supporter.

- Oh!
- Ah!

I did that.

So, thank you, Louise.

And... you're welcome, Louise.

I bid you... a good night.

Goodbye.

Bye.

Hey Lily, can you
notify traffic control

there's a vehicle with
Washington vanity plates GINA92

parked recklessly close to a
fire hydrant at 15 Maple Street.

They probably want to send
someone to issue a ticket.

I was not sure you would
figure out where I was.

Well, it took me a
while, I'll admit.

In my defence,

somebody blew up a cell
tower and a power station

and then I heard
this weird rumour

about you heading to
Vancouver to visit a cousin?

Then why did you
not go to Vancouver?

Any news that travels that fast
has to be Kathy-coloured gossip.

And I reckon that you
whispered something in her ear,

throw me off the scent.

And...

I decoded your little note.

"You won't stop me this time."

"This time".

Hmm?

This diner? Twede's Cafe.

This is where you were
heading when we first met.

I pulled you over for speeding.

Your last stop on the tour of
your favourite American TV spots.

How great is this, anyway?

I mean, not exactly as weird
as I'd thought it would be.

But, uh...

kind of weird how
not weird it is.

Why did you bother coming?

Did you finish
family conversation?

Hickman family business
is your business.

Because you are my family.

At least I want that to
be the case, permanently.

And, boy, that sounded
threatening. Um...

What I mean is I want to
ask you this question.

Not a question, um...

It's like a proposal.

Well, actually it is a proposal.

Nadia, I'm proposing.

Nadia, will you marry me?

I say yes.

Yes?

Let's go home.

Wait, wait, wait.

There we go.

What's the matter with
you? You don't look so hot.

Man trouble?

I'm fine.

Making me remove my
ring on my wedding day.

That's cruel.

Sorry. Rules.

That's okay.

I won't be down today.

I did what I did because
I dreamed of being

the first woman in my family
to have a real wedding.

And to be eligible
for conjugal visits.

Amen to that.

I better get my
necklace back too.

Took forever to track it down.

It belonged to my grandma
before she pawned it.

Her boyfriend gave it to
her the day he disappeared.

Pretty fancy taste
for a bus driver.

Your grandmother's boyfriend was
a bus driver who disappeared?

Yeah.

Weird move to give someone
an inscribed necklace

then ghost them the same day.

Grandma Jean even
reported it to the cops.

But they treated her
like a rambling drunk.

Not that I really blame them.

Mum always said

that Grandma Jean could
never hold her liquor.

Or accept when
she'd been dumped.

Are those the married
couple's personal effects?

Yeah, why?

Sam, do you remember that
old police report you found?

The one where the lady
reported her boyfriend missing

and the police
didn't believe her?

Yeah. That bus driver.
Valentine's Day, 1987.

The day he gave
her this necklace.