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Why is everyone acting
like nothing's changed?

We met Mom's baby daddy last night.

Hello, weirdness?

But no assisted deaths, none,

until we are sure no one
is looking into the place.

- Does he know everything?
- He does.

- Des, you promised.
- I know.

And I'm so sorry.

If you didn't take the
Pento, then who did?

This is your house?
How rich are you, exactly?

If you still wanna do this today...

we can.

She's killing people
who aren't ready to die!

She thinks she's some
kind of angel of mercy.

A 25-year-old-girl
is dead because of us!

- And your friend, Francis Thorp?
- Oh, she's not my friend.

If there's no relationship
with Francis Thorp,

what were you guys doing together
yesterday, at that diner?

I think you should bring me a patient.

Someone we can admit to Joys.

She's gonna do it.

She's bringing someone
to Joys this week.

This is gonna work.

Trust me.

We do not mourn the setting sun,

each dawn an oath renewed.

To rise to warm and brightened days,

give song to birds hold dark bay.

So why mourn me, when I'm just there

beyond your line of sight?

I lay in wait to share again my light.

You're doing so well.

- Leah would be very proud.
- Thank you.

Such a beautiful girl.

So much talent.

- How did you know her?
- What a horror.

To lose all that and be
stuck in a broken body.

Maybe in the end, it was mercy.

Leah wasn't broken.

She was gonna get better.

The doctor said she
was gonna walk again.

And she didn't need to
do silks to be amazing.

She could've done anything
she wanted 'cause she was brave

- and smart and determined.
- I didn't mean to upset you.

- Wait. Who are you?
- Francis.

Francis Thorp. I'm a nurse.

- Where?
- Eden General.

So, what? They sent you to
talk me out of a lawsuit?

Of course not.

I just came to offer my condolences.

I knew you'd be suffering,
and I... I don't know.

When someone is in pain...

I have to do something about it.

That's just who I am.

♪ Mary Kills People 3x05 ♪
Wolf, Meet Henhouse

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We should get up. It's late.

Are you nervous about today?

I invited a serial
killer into the hospice.

"Nervous" is an understatement.

I guess it's better she's
there than out in the world.

Just do me a favour?

Do not give that woman
anything she can use against you.

Right now, if we can prove that she...

actually killed those people,

then all she's got on
you really is hearsay.

Okay? So, get under her skin a little.

See if you can figure
out why she does this.

It's gonna help us,
you know, trace it back.

See if there's any kind
of pattern with all this.

You'll be great.

Do you think Hall will believe you?

I think Hall isn't gonna turn
his back on solid evidence.

You always seem so sure.

That's part of my charm, I guess.

- I really should get up.
- Mm-mm.

"In the end,

"Alice wakes up on the riverbank
with her head in her sister's lap,

and wonders if it was
all a dream." The end.

It's really good. Yeah. It's quite...

- um, thorough.
- Oh, my God. You hate it.

Uh, I mean, you clearly read
the book, which is great,

but maybe instead of just
telling us what happens,

you could add your own perspective.

Like, how did Alice in
Wonderland make you feel?

Sad.

I felt bad for Alice.

I mean, she falls down a hole,
and no one will help her.

Nothing makes sense. Not time,

not space. Not even herself.

Wait. Is Wonderland hell?!

Cambie, your existential
crisis will have to wait.

You need to get to school,
and I need to get to work.

Um, I made some coffee if you want some.

Oh. Uh, yeah, thanks.

Hey Mom, can I talk to you
for a minute? In private?

Oh, honey, we're so late already.

My fault, but can you
talk to me in the car?

Um, sure. Or it can wait.

Are you sure? Is everything okay?

- Yeah.
- Alright.

Get your stuff.

Hey...

It's just a story.

- Have a good day.
- Bye.

- Bye. Thanks for the coffee.
- Yeah, no problem.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Just be careful.

Good luck.

Have you heard from Des?

Not since he took off with Lucy.

We don't know that.

I'll try him again. I don't want
him walking into this blind.

I still can't believe
you're bringing Francis here.

- Wolf meet hen house.
- It's "fox".

- It's crazy.
- It's not like I'm offering hera job, okay?

Francis is referring a terminal
patient, just like Annie used to.

Annie who got suspended

because Francis murdered
one of her patients.

Francis will show up
with a potential client.

And if the cops are still watching me,

it'll all line up with what I told them.

We just have to string her
along for a couple hours

while Ben talks to Hall.

Still crazy.

Just help me make sure there's
nothing incriminating in here:

no death schedules, no Pento.

Did you ever find the vial
that was here the other day?

- Mary.
- Where are you?

- I'm with Lucy.
- Is she...

Alive?

Yes.

She's had a change of heart.

She wants to spend
what's left of her life...

with me!

I know. I'm... as shocked as you are.

Des, that's beautiful.

But are you not coming to work today?

I can't. I don't know how much time

Lucy and I have left together and...

I intend to spend it wisely.

You're serious about this?

Yeah. It's sickening,
isn't it? The irony.

Are we actually having
real relationships?

Yeah. It appears we are

Lucy'll be awake soon.

Then I should let you go.

- Good luck, Des.
- Yeah.

Keep the faith, Mary.

Beautiful day!

I suppose it is.

I brought someone I'd like you to meet.

Give me a hand?

There you go.

Hi. I'm Dr. Harris.

And I'm freezin' my ass off out here.

Be nice, you old walrus.

She's gonna be taking care of you.

Mary, I'd like you to meet Edmund Thorp.

My father.

Take a look around,
Dad. Breathe it all in.

This is your new home.

Jesus! These people look dead already.

And you wanna stick me in this mortuary?

We're a terminal care
facility, Mr. Thorp.

Dr. Harris gives people the very
best care right 'til the end.

You must be the sister.

Nicole, this is Francis
and Edmund. Her father.

Why all the long faces?

Who'd you tell 'em you
were bringing, Fran?

The pope?

Francis. Can I have a word, please?

- Nicole, right?
- Yes...

I got a shot here, or are you
one of those lesbian types?

Super gay.

I know. I'm sorry.

Okay. I know he's rough around the edges,

but he's a sweet guy
once you get to know him.

I thought I was clear.

You were supposed to bring me a patient

to back up our story with the police.

And I am! I just want him looked after.

For real. Like a real hospice.

That is what you're running here, right?

As far as the police are concerned?

Is your father even terminal?

Dementia. Early stages.
Diagnosed last year.

The shit hole he's in
now costs half my salary

and he'll be wasting away in
there for years at this rate.

- We're not an old age home.
- No.

You're better.

I figure you can take
him pro-bono as payment

for my referral work
over at Eden General.

That's fair, right?

Or is it only the wealthy who
get a little dignity at the end?

I'd have to do a physical.

Do some cognitive tests.

He'd be our first dementia case.

Sure thing.

Careful! I've seen surgeons
with less blood on their hands.

You should try the foot scrub.
It'll turn you to Jell-O.

You know, a park bench would've
worked just fine, Connie.

It's cold and I've been
on my feet all morning.

Listen.

Whatever malpractice bullshit
the hospital is saying

to save their ass,

none of us believe you lost that girl.

You don't make those kind of mistakes.

Some interesting stuff in there

on that nurse.

But you didn't get it from me.

- See if you have a psychopath.
- Nice work.

Annie Chung, private investigator.

Maybe that should be my new career.

Yeah, well, if this works,

you can go back to your old one.

That's what Mary said.

Promises, promises.

So, any thoughts?

Francis Thorp is a rolling stone.

12 jobs in 10 years.

And Sunrise Healthcare
only lasted five months.

- That's unusual?
- For a nurse? Yeah.

For a serial killer?

Sounds just about right.

Well, I can see why Mary likes you.

Ditto.

You let me sleep in.

Oh, I couldn't wake you
through the snoring.

You're like a lawnmower.

I gave up trying.

Mm.

Look, I know your bucket
list was built for one,

but what do you say we open it up a bit?

Huh? We could travel.

I hear the Azores are
lovely this time of year.

- I hate planes.
- Oh, my God.

A cruise?

No. No crowds. No beaches.

I just want you.

Actually...

... I want you, and a
proper English tea party.

Ooh! Kinky.

I know, it's Pavlovian.

- It must be your fancy accent.
- Oh, it's not that fancy.

I'm from Bedfordshire.
It's quite middling,

- you know.
- Don't ruin it.

- How's the re-write going?
- I wanted to ask you something.

Do you think Alice is dead?

No, I don't. Alice is a survivor.

Do you know why people love that book?

It's because Alice
doesn't let fear stop her.

She deals.

- I'm still nervous.
- Try this.

It always brought me courage.

- It works?
- Mm-hmm.

Never fails. Keep it.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Thanks!

You saved up for a
year for that bracelet.

You got it engraved and everything.

It doesn't matter. She needs
it more than I do anyways.

Hey, I wa-I was gonna cut
study hall and watch her report.

Do you wanna come?

Okay. Yeah, I'll see you there.

Okay.

Mr. Wallace.

- Thanks.
- You must be Mr. Collins.

- Please, call me Joel.
- Have a seat.

Thank you.

My assistant mentioned
some kind of investigation?

Oh, nothing to do with Sunrise
Healthcare, believe me.

Ha! Phew. Scared me.

No, no. It's nothing, really.
As I said on the phone,

I'm here on behalf of Eden General.

I'm not sure if you're aware,

but they're opening a new
palliative care centre.

Really? That's the
first I'm hearing of it.

Well, it's in its early planning
stages, committees, you know.

But they've hired me to do a
level-three background check

on some of their proposed staff.

Now, there was a woman
that used to work here,

by the name of Francis
Thorp, as a nurse.

- Francis Thorp?
- Yeah. She's in her 50s,

sandy, short blonde hair. She
was here for about 5 months.

Yes, that's right. Yeah,
she wasn't here very long.

Hmm. Do you mind
telling me why she left?

It's funny, I can't really remember.

I think it just wasn't a fit.

Oh, that is funny. I mean,
considering you're...

HR and it was less than a year ago.

It would be great if I could
see a copy of her file.

I'm sorry, Joel.

Our employee records
are confidential, and

I'm afraid I'm not gonna
be much good to you.

My memory's not what it once was.

At least, that's what my wife says.

Well, I guess I'll just have to
put in an official request, then.

Problem is, once I do that, then
it's completely out of my hands.

You know, any red flags, they
go straight to the investigators.

Look, I just need to know

whether they should
hire this woman or not.

Pass or fail, no further questions.

So, between you and me,
completely off record,

what do you know about Francis Thorp?

I need you to show
Francis around the property.

- Me?!
- If the police are watching,

we need to give them what they came for.

Come on.

Nicole's going to show
you around the property

while I take Edmund for his tests.

- Okay?
- Great. Let's do this tour.

Okay!

You're in good shape for a man your age.

It's cold in here. Ahem.

Get my shirt, would you, Fran?

- Excuse me?
- My shirt, Fran.

Are you going deaf?

I'm sorry.

Here.

I swear, you'll be the death of me.

You seem...

Are you afraid of something?

How can you ask me that?
Of course I'm afraid!

Afraid of what?

You know what you did.

No, I don't.

Peggy!

- You said you loved her!
- Edmund...

Edmund! Mr. Thorp!

Did I... What? What did I...

I... I think I lost
you there for a second.

Sorry, I...

- I get confused.
- It's alright.

Let's finish getting you dressed. Okay?

Mm!

- Ugh!
- Oh, you don't like green tea?

Tea should be black, as
God and the Queen intended.

Truth be told, I never figured
you for a crumpet-muncher.

Yeah, you heard me.

Oh... my mother would have loved you.

Anglophile to her bones.

My birthdays were like
scenes from Jane Austen.

- Hmm?
- Mm-hmm.

Some of the only times
I'd see her smile.

And she loved these.

I'm sorry. Did I bring down the mood?

Oh, come on.

If there's something on
your mind, just say it.

I'm going to get tested.

To see if we're a match.

- Des...
- What?

I'm-I'm brimming with kidneys over here.

Yeah, and I'm on my third set.

And they've been very clear

that they're not gonna
do another transplant.

No, no, no! Come on!

We can at least ask, right?

Des... no.

I've decided.

You may have decided, but I haven't.

Or maybe I'm not ready.

Maybe I can't let you go.

Oh, Jesus.

Des, I don't want you to.

But I want you with me.

Until the bitter end.

Hey...

Hmm?

Mm.

- Good?
- Sure...

if you like boiled lawn trimmings.

So, what's next?

A trip to the opera? A carriage ride?

I was thinking that, uh... ahem.

We could go upstairs and, uh...

screw our brains out.

- That's even better.
- Mm!

- Are you feeling okay?
- What?

- God, you're burning up.
- No.

- I'm fine. It's fine.
- How are you doing? Lucy?

Lucy? Lucy!

- Alright.
- Des...

It's alright, my love. We're
gonna get you to the hospital.

- No! No hospital!
- We have to.

No! Promise me!

- Promise me! Promise me, Des!
- I promise.

In the end, the boys are
rescued from the island,

and learn a valuable lesson

on why murdering your
classmates is wrong. The end.

Okay.

Cambie, you're up.

At the heart of Alice in Wonderland...

is a girl lost and alone.

Wherever she goes,
she doesn't quite fit.

The characters she
meets seem nice at first,

but in the end, are no help at all:

a cat who speaks in answerless riddles;

a mad hatter, reliving the same
tea party again and again,

and an angry queen who yells,

"Off with her head!"

It's all a terrible, surprising dream,

and a wonderful, mysterious nightmare...

just like life. And just like life,

Alice begins to realize

that no one is coming to save her.

So, what does she do?

She saves herself the only way she can:

she wakes up.

Because in this world,
it's either wake up

or die.

Thank you.

Emilia, you're next.

Naomi?

Naomi?!

Oh, no!

Shit! Naomi! Naomi, come on!

- Come on! Come on! No, come on!
- No! No!

You gotta come! No, you're
not doing this! Come on!

- Leave me alone!
- Come on! Come on!

Okay!

Okay! Just breathe!

Just breathe, okay? Okay. You're okay.

- No...
- I know. I know. You're okay.

- Leave me...
- It's okay.

It's okay. You're okay.

It's roughly... 12 acres.

Residents can come out here.
They can take walks.

They can bird watch or...

just come out here and be alone,
just... them and nature.

Why d'you bother?

With all this?

It's not like they can
take it with them, you know.

We want them to be comfortable
in their final days.

So, buy silk sheets.

I'm not telling you how
to run your business.

I just think this is a
lot of window dressing.

So...

who'd you lose?

It must've been a whopper
to drive you both to this.

Family?

We should get back.

Father?

Mother?

I'm cold.

Let's go.

Mary!

Nicole! Come on, help me.

Just get her bag. Okay.

Sh... It's okay. It's okay.

I think it's an upper
airway obstruction.

Get her coat off.

Look at this. Look.

It's some kind of lupoid anaphylaxis.

- Trachea's swelling.
- She needs epinephrine.

- No! You can't be in here.
- I'm a nurse. I can help.

Maybe she has a pen in here.

Lucy? Lucy?

- I need to examine you.
- Just try to stay calm.

- It's okay.
- Keep her still.

- This is all I could find.
- No, those won't work.

Nicole, there's epinephrine in
the medicine cabinet on the right.

Nicole, go!

- Pulse?
- 120.

- Des...
- Sh, just breathe.

- We need to intubate.
- Not enough airway to get a tube in.

- What do you need?
- A scalpel. It's in my kit.

Lucy... your throat is swollen.

That's why you can't breathe.

We need to perform a tracheotomy
to open a path for air.

Do you understand?

- Please, let me go.
- Not like this! It's gonna be alright.

- Hold her.
- Okay, I found it.

- What do I do?
- Francis?

Easy now.

There you go, my love.

There you go.

- They let you back here?
- Yeah, all by myself this time.

It's amazing what a
new suit can do, huh?

Look, I don't wanna waste
any more of your time,

so I'm gonna come right out with it.

I have some solid information
pertaining to Francis Thorp.

- I said I would look into it.
- I know. I know, man.

But look. Look. Work history.

Sunrise Healthcare: nine patients died

under her watch in the five
months that she was there.

She was the only caregiver on duty

at the time when each patient died.

Sunrise, they didn't know what to do.

They couldn't prove anything,
so they looked the other way.

They let her go.

She's been at Eden General for what,

a month now, and already
we have a suspicious death.

Hall, this woman is
murdering her patients.

This is very real.

Wow.

I mean, this is...

this is huge, you bringing me this.

Yeah, I got something else
I could actually use your eyes on.

Hall, I'm telling you man.
This woman is a psychopath.

Why would I listen to you? You've
been bullshitting me for weeks.

I'm not bullshitting you.

You know, I heard the rumours
about you and Harris,

but I honestly didn't
think you were that stupid.

You know, if you're screwing this woman,

every single thing you ever told
me is compromised. Everything.

Alright, just forget about
Mary, okay? Just for a second.

- It's clouding your judgment.
- It's clouding my judgment?

Just look at the evidence! Okay?

I've handed it to you
on a frickin' platter.

Francis Thorp is a serial killer.

Come on, man you're
a good detective. Okay?

- Just look at it. You will see what I see.
- Enough.

This isn't about me. Ben,
you need to walk away.

Because if you're really lucky,

I'll be able to keep
you out of handcuffs.

- That was good work.
- Well, I do my best.

How did you get into this?

Nursing, I mean.

Same reason you became
a doctor, I guess.

We both saw a need. Why?

I just like to know
who I'm working with.

Me too. I'd like to know

Jack Sparrow back there a little more.

Des.

Yeah. He's, um... attached.

Not for long, by the looks of her.

Sorry. Gallows humour.

I get it from my dad.

- He's quite the character.
- Sure is.

It's been... hard,

watching him fade away a bit every day.

He was telling me about
someone named, um... Peggy.

Dad must've taken a shine to you.

- He never brings up Peg.
- Who is she?

My younger sister.

- She died a long time ago.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

How did she die?

Peggy was born sick.

"A heartbeat from stillborn", they said.

Even so, the strain
of it killed my mother.

I hated her for that.

Peg spent most of her
life in a wheelchair.

Crooked little thing.

Dad loved her so much though.

I think taking care of her is
what kept him going after Mom.

He saw some kind of innocence there.

Me, I...

just saw pain.

Did you ever love someone so much

that you'd rather die
than see them suffer?

- Yes.
- Well then,

you know.

Dad was working all hours,

giving everything he had to Peg.

It was killing all of us.

We didn't have much to begin with,

and Peg was soaking up every last drop.

I used to bathe her.

She had a cradle to
lower her into the tub.

She loved the water.

One night, I just...

... let it run right to the top.

She never said a word in her life,

but I knew her looks.

She was grateful.

So, you ended it.

If they can't make the choice,

someone has to do it for them.

Someone who loves
them, isn't that right?

I've, uh...

... never told anyone that before.

I'm glad you told me.

Now, you. I do this
for a reason, and so do you.

Who did you lose?

Oh, I... I didn't lose anyone.

Mary?

Mary Mitchell, right?

Oh, please. I do my research.

I'm not the only motherless
child in the room.

It's true. My mom died when I was 16.

How?

She drowned.

It was an accident.

You run a tight ship, Dr. Harris.

I admire that.

But I don't think
my father belongs here.

You'll have to pay for
my referrals in cash.

Okay.

Whatever you think is best.

It's been eye-opening,
seeing how you work.

Thank you so much for letting me in.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Well... I asked to die,
and then you saved my life.

You're doing this all wrong, Bennett.

Death by asphyxiation? Nah.

You'd be losing all your colour.

- Red, on the other hand...
- Oh, is it still there?

No. No, it's clearing up.

Which is a shame, really, because...

with all of the hives, I was
momentarily in your league.

I'll be back. Do you need anything?

Just stupid old you.

I'm not going anywhere.

How is she?

She's hanging in there.

The antihistamine should
prevent an anaphylactic rebound.

I see you made a new
hire in my 24 hours away.

And here I thought I was irreplaceable.

That's what I wanted to talk
to you about this morning.

No, she was good.
Where did you find her?

Mary?! I can't find my dad!

- I left him right here.
- You checked the washrooms?

- Outside?
- Of course. No one's seen him.

I'm sorry, whose father?

Des, this is Francis Thorp.

She brought her father
to have a look around,

but now it sounds
like he's wandered off.

His coat's gone. What if he's
wandered into the woods?

He does that sometimes. He
thinks he's back at the farm.

Oh, God! It's freezing outside!

Stay here in case he comes back.

Oh Jesus, it's cold!

I'll search the path.
Des, you go around back.

I'll check the drive. Dad?

Dad!

- Where's Des?
- Chasing down a patient.

No rest for the wicked, right?

Sore throat? I bet.

Here.

- Mm.
- There you go.

Right as rain.

Well, you must be new. I
haven't seen you before.

Mary needed some extra help.

I'm so tired.

Could you ask Des to come back, please?

Of course.

You just rest.

Edmund!

Edmund!

You think this is funny?

Come on.

We need to get you inside.

Dad?! Oh!

Thank God!

Oh, Dad! What were you thinking?!

Dr. Harris!

Come on. Let's get you into the car.

Get you warm. We've
been here long enough.

What happened?

No...

The only thing she wanted was...

was not to die alone.

I promised I'd be here.

I'm so sorry, Des.

It's not your fault, Des.

She deserved better.

I have crossed so many lines.

I've hurt people.

I've killed people.

And somehow, I...

I thought this time,
I'd get away with it.

- With what?
- Being a good guy.

You are.

She knew that.

So... wanna tell me what
Francis was doing here?

It can wait.

So, are we gonna talk about this?

The other day, when I was on the road...

... and I just saw those headlights

just... coming...

at me.

I wasn't scared.

I wanted them to come.

I wanted, I want this to...

end.

I need you to help me, Jess.

Okay...

Okay, yeah, I can help you.

- Okay.
- Maybe we can talk to my mom.

- No.
- She knows some people at the hospital.

- Therapists.
- That's not what I mean.

That's not what I'm talking about, Jess.

I want you to help me...

the way that your mom helps patients.

Okay?

Naomi...

No.

No.

I can't do that. I don't wanna do that.

Don't make me do this by myself, Jess.

I want you to help me do this.

- I can't do it without...
- I'm sorry. I can't.

I'm sorry.

Then I'll do it alone.

Okay, okay, okay. It's okay.
Just please stay.

So, you're gonna help me?
You're gonna help me?

- Yeah. Yes. Yes. Yes, okay.
- Because I...

I will help you.

Okay.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- How are you doing?
- Rough day.

How about you? How'd it go?

Hall has surveillance
photos of us together,

here at the house.

Everything, everything I had on Francis,

- the hospital records...
- Oh, God.

... the suspicious deaths, it's all...

Tainted.

Because of our relationship.

I completely overplayed
my hand. I'm so sorry.

This is not your fault.

This whole thing is happening
because of me, my choices.

This is my mess.

And you can still walk away.

I mean, you already lost your job.

If anything else happened to you,

I couldn't live with myself.

So, maybe you should walk away...

while you can.

No way.

We're in this together, now.

What the hell?

Nicole Mitchell?

- Yes?
- I'm Detective Hall.

I'm here to take possession
of the body of Lucy Oliviera

- for an autopsy.
- Excuse me?

This is a hospice. Lucy
Oliviera died of natural causes.

- We'll see about that.
- What are you talking about?

- Do you even have a warrant?
- I do.

This business is
registered in your name.

- Is that correct, Ms. Mitchell?
- Yes...

We can talk more at the station.

Watch your head.

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