Original subtitles

AMAAR: So, any regrets that you left town when you did?

None. God was saying, "It's time to move on."

Look, I understand following your faith, wherever it leads you.

Lately, mine has led me to volunteer online for the IAI.

Sounds like a Muslim war cry.

No, it's "Islamic Assistance International."

They help promote understanding

- for Muslim issues. - Wow!

Anyway, things have been moving so smoothly at the mosque,

that it's nice to work on something more challenging.

More challenging than being an imam? Boy, a lot has changed since I left town.

We have some serious catching up to do.

Well, there's no time like the present,

'cause, as luck would have it, I have nothing to do today.

Nothing at all, except for picking the gifts,

the flowers, the menu, the singer and the cake.

I meant except for that.

- And that should only take... - The entire day,

and we're already behind. Let's go.

Okay, so, we've got a lot to get through, so, let's get started.

For Rose and my mom, I'm thinking this beautiful bracelet.

Nice.

Are you listening? 'Cause I really need your help.

Yes, I just promised the IAI I would send this in by...

Press "send," now.

There. So, who are we giving gifts to?

Our wedding party.

Yes, we're giving gifts to those people who are giving us gifts

to thank them for the gifts they haven't given us yet.

Obviously. Okay. Come here. Come here.

For the guys, I'm thinking either this plain pen set

or this beautiful letter opener.

That's easy. The pen set. No one uses a letter opener these days.

But everybody has a pen already.

- 'Cause everyone uses a pen. - Hmm.

But the letter opener comes in this lovely box.

Which it will stay in forever. So, let's give them the pen set.

- Hmm. It is a tough decision. - Really?

But I'm thinking...

Let me guess, the letter opener?

Good idea. Let's go with that.

Ooh. These are exciting days with the wedding coming up.

Have you decided on a gift yet?

Oh, yeah. Yasir and I talked and we decided to go really big. All out.

I hope you didn't get her a fondue set.

Don't be silly. That's a terrible gift.

I also got her a toaster. So, what did you get that's so great?

A Moroccan honeymoon.

Okay, I gotta admit, that's pretty great.

I know!

It's going to be the most romantic honeymoon ever.

Marrakesh, the Atlas Mountains, Afro-Disney.

Yeah, kind of a waste of money though. I mean, they're honeymooners.

You could just get them a room in Moose Jaw.

- They won't be getting out much. - Yeah, you're right.

So, did Rayyan get old Doc Winston to take over her patients?

No, he cut back on practice since he died ten years ago.

And I thought he was neglecting his lawn.

Someone from Edmonton is covering for her.

- Uh-oh. - Why, "uh-oh?". Uh-oh is no good.

Well, you know, he's a big city doctor.

They're used to shopping malls with trained dolphins.

The closest we have is when that raccoon breaks into Fatima's.

- Harold? He's hilarious. - I know.

But the doc'll take one look at Harold and scoot.

Then Rayyan won't get to go on her honeymoon.

You're crazy. He's gonna love Mercy.

Well, maybe you're right. But if not,

you and me, Morocco. Standard road rules.

If there's a fez on the doorknob, you wait in the hall.

- Hmm. - I know.

Fatima's coffee, best in the West.

Are you kidding? It's dishwater. Or at least, it used to be.

She must be adding something new, like, um, coffee.

- Tastes just like I remember. - No, no.

She's definitely trying harder.

I mean, I swear I found a vegetable in the vegetable soup.

I think I know what's going on here.

- What? - You've got a bad case of the Mercys.

- Hm? - You're beginning to fit in, my friend.

You take that back.

Starts with the coffee, before you know it,

town seems a little less dinky.

But, the town is less dinky.

I mean, have you seen the new flowerpots on Main Street?

By the Band-Aids of Lazarus, it's true!

I've got the Mercys. How could this happen?

Well, I hear you've been dating the town librarian.

- Love can do it to you. - Ah, whoa, whoa, mmm, mmm, mmm.

Please. It's early days. Let's not be using that word.

What word? "Love?"

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Tut-tut.

So, you don't feel that strongly about this woman.

Don't you tell me how I feel about the woman I love.

Don't worry, honey. We're here now.

We will make sure Dr. Connor feels right at home.

Okay. Bye.

Hello? Is Dr. Hamoudi here?

- Sorry. - Oh, good.

For a second I thought this was her clinic.

- It is. - Wonderful.

Interesting choice to have a clinic so far from town.

This is downtown.

Fantastic. Any chance that there's a liquor store nearby?

It's a dry county.

Oh! How refreshing.

- Just kidding. - Oh, good.

For a second, I thought this really was her clinic.

Oh.

Love.

- Thank you very much. - MAN: Yes!

- Oh, God, these are singers? - Uh, to be fair, it's a small town.

A small, tone deaf town.

Mmm-hmm.

Okay, Betty Sue, give us your best.

Wow!

You are perfect for our wedding with a different song, of course.

Great, here is my rider.

Oh, that's cute. She knows what a rider is.

Uh. "Private dressing room, stylist, pony.

"Approval for opening act, $1,500."

Unless you'd like a second song.

Um, we were thinking $50 and a ride.

Is the ride on my new pony?

- No. - Then, good day!

I'd better go talk to her mom.

Rayyan...

Baber, now is not a good time.

We are auditioning singers for our wedding.

How Islamically dubious.

I came here to give you this letter from the IAI, special delivery.

- I had to sign for it. - You're not supposed to sign for my mail.

If only you had something to open it with. Some kind of a letter opening device.

Brilliant. Everyone should have one of those.

So, what does it say? Hmm?

- It's private. - I know. Those are the best kind.

Goodbye, Baber. Goodbye.

But, you'll see, Mercy is terrific if you give it a chance.

Bright lights, night life, the hustle and bustle, you won't miss that at all.

And the people are so wonderful, so friendly.

I made you a special welcome plate.

- You see? - That is wonderful.

And here is your special welcome bill.

True. People are wonderful.

- Well, that's just one person. - Yeah.

Mercy is filled with all sorts of different types.

You know, smart people, scintillating conversation.

What is this? Hmm?

Whole wheat toast?

The liberal media's trying to control our minds with whole wheat toast.

No more, sister. This fella thinks for himself.

You can bring me some white toast, and pronto.

We are all out of white.

The whole wheat will be fine.

Oh. Did I mention we have a local paper?

- Yeah. - There's our editor.

Ow, ow, oh! My looking eye. Oh.

No paper tomorrow, folks.

I... give up. We tried.

- What are you talking about? - Well, there's no way

you'll stay in our town now.

Well, of course, I'm staying. I love it here.

- Really? - But the clinic, I thought it was small.

- Oh, you mean cozy. - And the town was too tiny.

- Quaint. - And the people... well...

- Different, colorful. - You are so kind.

The best thing about this town, is what it doesn't have.

- What's that? - My ex-wife.

Uh, so, you'll cover for Rayyan until she gets back?

And after. I'm moving here. Mercy's got a brand new doctor.

Hey, want to go for a walk?

The blossoms are out on Victoria Street. It's very romantic.

No. The pollen is a killer for my allergies.

Okay, let's just go into the stacks and make out.

I can't just leave my desk. Who knows what could happen?

One time, someone put a statistical analysis book

in the Analytical Statistics section and no one noticed.

Close call.

Sorry, you're going to have to spend the day without me.

I don't want to. You're the only good thing in this town.

If it weren't for you, I don't know how I'd get through the next few years.

The next few years? What happens then?

Oh, then it's back to Toronto.

Real parish, real people, real life.

- So, this isn't real? - Of course, not.

No. This is a barely tolerable waste station

till I get back to where I truly belong.

So, I'm just a diversion to kill time

- till you escape. - Exactly... What? No way.

We weren't talking about you.

We were talking about Mercy.

- Um, hug? - Sir.

No loitering on municipal property.

Move along.

- Okay, there's this little guy. - Great.

Uh, Rayyan. Uh, hi, can I talk to you?

Yeah, just a second.

Okay, I've narrowed it down to two choices for you.

One fits right within your budget.

Small, understated, frugal, cheap.

Probably won't live through the night.

Okay, and the other one?

And the other, is a lovingly arranged

hothouse grown selection

of the most exquisite blooms in the province.

Oh, um.

Well, I kind of like the nice one. Amaar?

Absolutely. We should do whatever you want.

Can I talk to you for a second?

Uh, great, yeah. Let's do it.

I should warn you. This one's a titch out of your price range.

You only get married once.

Very good, sir.

- What's up? - I, uh, got something in the mail.

Well, I hope it was a check for $5,000,

'cause that's what you spent on flowers.

What? The ones on the left.

So, what's the big news?

It's a letter from the IAI, a job offer.

- Oh, that's great. - You think?

Yes. Now, they can finally pay you for all the work you've been doing.

- The ones on the right. - No.

No, you're right.

They're too expensive. The ones on the left.

- No, no. There's a catch. - What's the catch?

Well, it's a pretty big one,

and they want me to start next month, in Montreal.

Oh, well, it's going to be hard for you to tell them no.

Yes, it would be very hard.

What if I didn't want to say no?

So, I tell you about my job offer and nothing?

Well, I don't know what to say. Congratulations?

- I realize this is a big change. - It's a huge change.

Look, don't you think this could be a real adventure for us?

Well, moving in together and getting married

is already an adventure.

I know this is new idea, and we still have to talk about it.

Yes. It's not that I'm not happy for you.

I am, but...

I get it. Your house is here. Your family's here.

Your work is here. Your whole life is here.

Well, I thought our life was here.

I thought I was marrying a small town imam,

and now, that's all suddenly changed.

Well, I know one thing that hasn't changed.

I wanna be with you.

I just wish we could have our cake and eat it too.

Cake. Oh, no, cake!

- We have to go. - What?

We're supposed to meet the baker. We're behind schedule.

The only decision I can handle

is between chocolate or vanilla.

Ugh, boy.

- Do you believe that guy? - No. "I'm not leaving."

The nerve. He's so smarmy, which is usually my type.

And to think we trusted him.

And now, he wants to take over my daughter's practice.

- We've got to stop him. - We need a plan.

Oh! We plant a kilo of heroin on him and call the RCMP.

Quick, Sarah, where do we get a kilo of heroin?

How should I know that?

Or, we circulate a story that he's responsible

for the recent livestock mutilations.

What livestock mutilations?

- That's where you come in. - No.

When cows are sleeping.

- You just sneak... - No, no, no.

We gotta keep this simple.

Like, going to all of Rayyan's patients

and asking them not to go see the new doctor.

Oh, oh. I got it. We get him drunk.

We put him on a bus out of town, stark naked.

Oh, boy.

I won't need your help for that one.

So, we're all agreed on this lovely three-tiered mousse,

Princess Grace Dream cake.

- And the flavor will be? - Vanilla.

- Perfect. - Really? Vanilla?

Um, my family loves spice cake.

Perfecter. We can do one tier vanilla, one tier spice.

Oh, and my Uncle Tariq is allergic to gluten.

And the top tier can be gluten free.

- And Fatima can't eat dairy. - And the Wispinskis don't like eggs.

And my cousin's diabetic.

Then they shouldn't eat cake.

Uh, no problem.

I'm sure we can divide Princess Grace to make everyone happy.

Just let me do that math.

This is one complicated cake.

You okay?

Not really. I thought you liked being imam here.

I love being the imam here.

I really made a difference, I've learned a lot,

I fit into the community.

Then why do you want to leave?

It's not about wanting to leave.

It's about where I'm supposed to be.

Well, I feel that I'm supposed to be where my patients need me,

but you obviously feel very strongly about this job, so...

And you clearly feel strongly about staying in Mercy, so...

Okay. I think I've come up with a solution to make everyone happy.

It's a bit of a risk, but hear me out.

How do you feel about a cake made of meat?

What's up, Thorney? You look down.

Oh, I just threw away the best thing in my life,

and now I'll probably die alone, but other than that, nothing.

As long as nothing's wrong.

THORNE: Yeah.

Wait a second.

Maybe it's the reporter in me, but I think something's wrong.

You're good. But my problems are a little complicated.

When anything's complicated for me,

I turn it into a headline. Make it nice and simple.

Well, that sounds ridiculous.

I can track my last week in headlines.

"Local Man Loves Cup-a-Soup."

"Cat Uses Pillow As Litter Box." "Drinking straws: Friend or foe?"

Hmm. Okay, fine. Here's my headline.

"Big city priest stuck in Snoozeville drives away with his girlfriend."

- Nah, no good. - But...

Where's the heart of the story? Is it being stuck in town?

I am stuck in town.

- But if you had a girlfriend. - Then it would be tolerable.

Oh, see. Your problem isn't being stuck in town.

It's losing your girlfriend.

Here's your headline. "Whiny Minister Can't Hold A Chick."

Little harsh, but you're right. I've to win her back.

All right. Let me know how that goes.

It's been a slow news week.

Hi, Mom. Hi, Ann.

- Can we talk? - About the doctor? She knows.

- Knows what? - Argh! I blew it.

Now, she knows. She must be devastated.

What are you talking about?

Damn! She still didn't know.

Wait, is this about Dr. Connor?

- Now, she knows. - She doesn't know.

She has no idea he's trying to take over her practice.

Trying to take over my practice?

Okay, she knows.

But we're coming up with a plan to stop him.

- We have some doozies. - Something we can accomplish

- without breaking laws. - And we got bubkis.

Oh, this guy chose the wrong day to mess with me.

Sic Rayyan on him. Why didn't we think of that?

That's him there.

One in the lab coat, staring at us.

Right there. See?

Yes, I see.

Hi, I'm Dr. Hamoudi.

What a pleasure. Your patients rave about you.

Correction, her patients.

That's what I said. The patients at her clinic.

Correction, her clinic.

I brought you here to help out,

and now, you're planning to take over my practice?

I'm not planning on taking over your practice.

- You're not? - Where'd you get a crazy idea like that?

- Mom? - He said he wasn't leaving.

- You did? - Well, sure.

I thought I'd move to town to start my own practice.

I think you know very well there aren't enough people

in this town to support two practices.

I had no idea.

- Oh. - Well, now that you do know,

what will you do about it?

I'll fulfill my commitment and go.

Oh, well, that's very nice of you,

and I'm sorry about the confusion.

It's too bad, 'cause I had some high hopes for this town.

Everything hasn't been so great lately.

First, my dog died,

then the divorce,

then the second dog died,

then my tin stocks went south,

and the last dog died.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I think the last one was a suicide.

- No! - Oh!

It sounds like you've been having a really tough time.

Are you kidding? I thought Mercy could be a fresh start.

Like, maybe, heck, I don't know, I was supposed to be here.

- I guess that sounds crazy. - No, no, not at all.

It actually sounds familiar.

THORNE: Rose?

I know you're mad.

I spoke thoughtlessly before.

I mean, yes, I love Toronto.

It's hard to see myself getting along without it.

But it's much harder to see myself getting along without you, Rose,

because you can't hear what I'm saying, can you?

Oh, yeah. These aren't attached to anything.

I... I like ignore people every now and then.

Good, 'cause I... I want you to hear this.

- I... - But... But... But...

I don't wanna force you to say anything.

I wanna say this.

- I love you. - I loved you first.

- Really? - Of course.

I'm not the girl who waives late fees for any handsome priest who smiles at her.

Wanna go make out in the stacks?

You read my mind.

Now, you two have a taste of each dish,

and then we will decide which will be your wedding meal.

RAYYAN: Okay.

The first one.

Mm. That's delicious.

Rayyan, I turned it down.

- But haven't even tried it yet. - No.

The job. I turned down the job.

What? But I thought it was where you were supposed to be.

I'm supposed to be with you wherever that is.

Really? I've been feeling

a little less than challenged around here lately,

and it seemed like it was right for me,

but maybe, it's not right for us.

- Oh. - So, that's it.

- We're staying - Right.

- You don't sound happy. - Well.

I just came from seeing Dr. Connor, and I told him to take over my practice.

I don't understand. You've spent years building your practice.

Yeah, but now, I want to spend years building something with you.

Are you sure?

Yes. You are supposed to be in Montreal.

Dr. Connor is supposed to be in Mercy and we're supposed to be together.

But, I don't want you giving up anything for me.

I'm not. Doctors are needed everywhere.

I could work in Montreal,

or maybe, Allah has something different in mind for me.

I wanna be open to that.

Wow.

Has anyone ever told you you're amazing?

Thank you. I get that a lot.

Yes, Fatima, they're all good.

We don't know which to choose.

No matter. They all come from the same pot.

Don't worry, your wedding meal will be delicious.

So, you see, after spending 13 years helping the people of Mecca,

the time came when the Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon him,

had to move to Medina.

As we all know, there comes a time when we must move on,

and face new challenges.

That was a really nice sermon.

But, I thought you were gonna ease people into the idea of us leaving,

and not drop the bomb on them.

You're right. Maybe, my sermon was too direct.

That sermon was very direct.

Usually, you circle around the lesson

and I have no idea what you're talking about.

But, this time, I get it.

You are going to stay in Mercy for 13 years.

That's not what I was saying.

No, Amaar is never going to leave us.

He and Rayyan are here forever.

AMAAR: Hmm.

I knew it. It was too subtle.

- How will we tell the town? - Forget the town.

How are we gonna tell my parents?

We still have a few days to figure out a plan.

Big surprise, everyone! Look what I found in the baggage claim!

Assalamu alaikum, everyone. I'm back!