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- You can't fire me!
- You are arrogant,

you cut corners,
and you are not gonna change.

- You know, the last time I was
this close to one of these,

it cost me 30 grand.

- I bow down to a woman
who knows what she wants.

Liam, are you and my--

- You will have to talk to
your mom about it, all right?

Donavan: This is what
we know for sure,

Jones killed Shipman.

We have nothing to tie him
to the other murders.

I need proof.

Arski was real,

and that doesn't explain
why my dad lied to me

about shooting him.

♪ A new day

♪ Yeah... yeah...

♪ A new day

♪ I thank you for a new day

♪ That's all right

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

Help!

Help me!

Please! Please!

No! No! No! No!

No! No!

My name is Glen King,

and if you're seeing this,

it's already too late.

It's too...too late.

It's too...

Poor guy.

He was found in the street,
a few feet from his house.

- Wonder why he ran outside,
instead of calling 911?

- Maybe his cell was dead?

- This is why you
shouldn't live alone.

- I am not getting back
with my ex

just so I have someone around
in case I have a heart attack.

I'd rather get a landline.

- Your funeral.

Something's wrong.

Touch him.

- Thanks.

Beautiful!

Sorry I'm late.

Uh, it's nice to see you, too.

- I meant your offices,

but yes, present company
very much included.

- Uh...

so, should we...

should we talk
about Thanksgiving?

- Uh...

how 'bout I apologize first,

and then we pretend
that we can't remember

what I'm apologizing for?

- No? What?

Who's that?

- Uh, the one on the right
is my boss,

and the one on the left is um,

was-my co-worker,
until I fired him.

- Oh.

- You should've had my back,
Bryan.

You let that girl fire me!

- I'm sorry,
I'll be right back.

- Politically correct, or not.
- I don't care either.

You're not coming back.
- My lawyer gets--

- Hey, hey if you're gonna talk
about me,

at least invite me
to the table.

- No one is discussing you.
Since you fired me,

I hardly think of you at all,
Miss Cooper.

- Jenny!

We need you downstairs.

Something strange...

Dr. Peterson, hi.
- Alison, hi.

- So the body from last night,
it's warm,

and getting warmer every minute.

I've never seen anything
like it.

Dwayne: His temperature
has gone up five degrees

in the last 10 minutes.

- Okay, let's check it again.

- Ah... whoa!

- That wasn't supposed
to happen. Are you okay?

- Yep.

- What's he doing here?

- You have to leave.

Dr. Peterson, we are already
having enough issues as it is,

without you adding to--

- His body's radioactive.

- Everybody get back.

- Gerald Henry Jones
is headed your way,

Handing him off to you.

Taylor: We'll pick him up
when he surfaces.

Madden: We need to figure out
how Glen King

was exposed to enough
radiation to kill him.

You cut yourself on his rib,

We need to monitor
and isolate you.

- I need to be in there with
my team, Agent Madden.

- The CNSC has jurisdiction
now, Dr. Cooper.

Plus they've been screened
and they're clear. You're not.

You go back in there, you risk
re-exposing them and yourself.

Hopefully this sample
will help us identify

which isotope caused
the exposure,

maybe even what the delivery
system was.

So, you are helping,
Dr. Cooper,

even stuck in here.

- You shouldn't be in there.

Hey! Hey!

Hey, I need to be able
to see in there! Hey!

Your call
cannot be connected.

- Autopsy suite.

- River, I'm locked
in the work room.

I need you to get me
out of here.

- We're not allowed to leave
either, Dr. Cooper.

- Yeah, we're trapped.

- Holly shit.

Holy shit, we're on lockdown.

- Jesus.

Oh! My God!
- Hey!

Sorry, I didn't mean
to scare ya.

Oh boy, do you look like
my old neighbour,

Murray St. Clair, or what?

Of course you can't be him,
Murray St. Clair's 80.

- No um, Mr. Cooper?
- Yeah.

- Right, Gordon?
- Yeah.

Oh, Thanksgiving! I know you!

You're um... the French guy.

- Yeah, uh Liam.
- Liam, how ya doin'?

- Good, thanks.

- No, I just don't have
my key with me,

so I broke the window,
so I'm not gonna get in there.

I shoulda broke this window.

- Yeah, don't worry,
I have my keys.

- You have a key?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Really?
- Just, oh...

gees, you're bleeding.
- Yeah, it's a scratch.

It's nothing.
- Uh, you know what?

Come inside,
we'll clean you up.

- Well, thank you.
- Yeah.

- It doesn't hurt.

- There you go.

- What the hell?

Malik: Trust me, Mac,
he's in there.

- He's house-hunting.

What's a place like that run,
maybe $2,000,000?

- Bank account is swole.

I mean, that garage costs
more than my condo,

that I share with a roommate.

And two cats.

- Yeah, so the question is,

what's he really doing
in there?

Taylor: Malik and I could go in?

Just a couple out,
looking at some houses.

Donovan: Ah, don't even
think about it.

He's waiting on his new trial.

You go near him
and his $500-an-hour lawyer

slaps us with
a harassment suit.

We'll do this one by the book.

Damn!

- What's up, Mac?
- Another ex-wife?

- Hey.

- Detective McAvoy,
you're blowing my cover.

- You don't have a cover, Greer.

And you're interfering
with an active investigation.

You can't go in there.

- You mean, you can't go
in there.

- Hey!
- Uh, what the hell, Mac?

Do you want us to intervene?

- No, hold your position.

- Yeah.

- Hey, Alison, it's me.
Is your uh...

is your cell working?
- No one's phone's working.

The signals are scrambled.
- What do you mean, scrambled?

- Like eggs, terrifying eggs.

CSIS showed up.

- The feds are here?

- And they don't want any
information

leaving this building.

Jenny, they're saying
the decedent could be

a terrorist or a spy,
or some other risk

to national security.

- Holy shit.

Alison, I'm stuck in the--
- I gotta go.

- No, hey uh--

You're fine. You're fine.

Come on, Alison.

Come on, pick up, pick up.

Hey, Alison, I need you
to call me back, okay?

I am stuck in the workroom,

and I need you to bring me
my pills, okay?

Just... figure it out.

Just bring them.

Oh, hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey! I need to speak with
someone!

- Hi.
- Sabina!

Hey um, what are you--

- I-I was coming up to meet
Jenny for lunch, um,

then the whole place
was put on lockdown so...

I'm kinda stuck here.

- Well uh, seeing you here
it's uh...

making me feel a lot better.

- Okay, great.

'Cause I didn't know how
this would go considering--

- The body downstairs?
The radioactive one?

I passed by it like 10 times
this morning?

So to be honest, I'm completely
freaking out right now.

I just kept thinking of that
part in Terminator 2

where all the kids in the
playground get vaporized.

And I'm worried that's what's
happening to my baby right now.

- Alison, listen,

you're obviously fine,

which means your baby is fine.

And if you weren't,
would all these suits

just leave you standing here?

- Okay, okay, screw this.

- Don't bother, there's an
armed guard in the hallway.

They still don't know how, when,

or why Glen King got exposed
to the radiation.

- Well, what's taking so long?

- The CNSC and CSIS are
battling for jurisdiction.

Everybody's strangling
in red tape.

It's like an acronym orgy.

You're stuck here
until somebody wins.

- Yeah, well, you don't exactly
win an orgy now, do you?

- Hm. Agree to disagree.

I keep telling them
that they need to focus

on the physical properties
of the isotope,

in terms of the half-life
that it's emitting.

- How do you know
about all this?

- I was on an international
advisory board after Fukushima,

back when I was still
a pathologist.

- Okay, so they don't know
what happened to Glen,

and they're not gonna let me
out of this room until they do.

- Yeah, they're keepin' me
outta the loop too,

even though I told them
I'm an expert.

- You know what? I'm just...

I'm just gonna have to figure
this out myself.

- While you're locked
in this room?

- Yeah, well, can't be harder
than passing med school

with a 7-year-old at home.

Thank you.

- Then I'd like to help.

Let's start over.

Hi, I'm Ian.

And I stole Glen King's
personal effects.

- Glen King, September 3rd.

Maybe it's his birthday.

- His birthday
is not his password.

- Well, our decedent is not
a terrorist.

He's a corporate videographer.

- Welder by day,
dancer by night.

- Maybe we don't need
his password.

- I'm not used to being ghosted.

And, when I didn't hear back
from you after Thanksgiving--

- Yeah, about that.

- No, you don't owe me anything.

I just, I wanted to make
sure that you're okay.

That I didn't overstep.

- Sabina, I'm gonna tell you
something

that will probably make me
seem unhinged,

but I think you deserve
to know,

so I'm just gonna say it.

Sometimes I feel like there is
a finite amount of happiness

I can have in my life.

- You don't seem
like a pessimist.

- No, I'm thinking more
of a realist,

especially since it took me
eight years,

and most of my savings,

to get pregnant with this baby,

which has made me happier
than I've ever been.

And then that night that we...

- Thanksgiving?

- Yes, that night.

It made me even happier.

Which made me really scared.

Does that sound dumb?
That's dumb, right?

- The way-the way you feel
is the way you feel.

I'm just glad you're okay.

- Come home with me.

- What, like right now?

- No, we're still in lockdown,
but um...

after.

I made a mistake.
I want a do-over.

- You gonna call me
in the morning?

- No,

because you'll still be there.

I mean, if you wanna be.

- Yeah.

- Let's do that.

- Looks like Glen was
shooting a corporate video

at the Pendleton Nuclear
Power Plant.

That uh, explains
the where a bit.

And he interviewed
the plant manager.

- I'm Spencer Brinks,

the plant manager at the
Pendleton Nuclear Power Plant.

Here at Pendleton,

we have an unblemished
safety record.

Heck, you can even eat off
the floor.

But don't, because food
absorbs radiation.

To make sure that you are safe,

every employee wears
a dosimeter,

like this one.

It monitors your exposure

and makes sure that you
are safe while you work.

- You know, you're presupposing
that Glen King

got exposed to radiation
at Pendleton.

- Mhmm, that seems likely,
wouldn't you say?

Spencer: Getting some good
stuff here, Glen?

- Yeah absolutely, Spencer.
- Great.

You know my wife's never
forgiven me

for the hack I hired three
years ago to shoot our wedding.

Ran out of batteries during
our vows.

Can you believe that?

Just as I was getting
to the good stuff.

Peterson: I guess he is
who he says he is.

Jenny: Are you getting
anything over there?

- Curious. All of these
interviews are labelled

with the job title
of the interview subject.

This one is just labelled
Camilla.

- My name's Camilla Brent,

I've been the head of health
and safety for three years.

- It's a bit young for a
manager job, but okay.

Camilla: I'm sorry.
I'm a bit camera-shy.

Not the best time
to quit smoking.

Glen: Uh, I've got some
nicotine gum, if you like?

Take the edge off.

- I'm okay, thanks.

Besides, no food or drink
allowed in the plant.

My husband's a bit
of a stickler

when it comes to the rules.

Glen: Oh. Uh, who's your
husband?

- Let me guess Spencer?
Camilla: Spencer.

- Nailed it.
- I was right about her.

Camilla said that she's been
head of Health and Safety

for three years.

Spencer said that they'd been
married for three years.

That is not a coincidence.

- Yeah well, maybe you just
have a problem

with women being in power.
- Well, I'm here, aren't I?

Helping you when no one else
would go near you?

- Okay, what happened to you,
to make you like this?

- You fired me,
and you destroyed my career.

- No, actually you destroyed
your career.

I just noticed.

- Okay, our time here is over.

Well, not soon
enough.

Glen: Here, here let me help.

I'm sorry if my hands are cold.

- I can take it.

You're a very warm person.

- Yeah, and I, I remember...
vividly.

- They were sleeping together.

- Well, you don't get radiation
poisoning

from sleeping with a married
woman,

but that is interesting.

- I'm sorry, I thought you
were leaving.

Okay.

So how does he get radiation
poisoning

while working with
Health and Safety people?

- All yours.

- I so despise a staged home.

- Isn't it so that you can
imagine yourself living here?

Why they stage it?

- Fake art and furniture
that's never been lived in?

- No, no, I wanna...

see I wanna see every nook
and cranny.

I wanna see...

every loose floorboard.

I wanna learn its secrets.

You know, where it's vulnerable.

- People want their houses
to be solid.

- Well, I think of flaws
as character,

uh, vulnerabilities as...

an opportunity.

- Why is that?

- Are you a contractor
or something?

- No, no, no, no, no.

I'm still trying to figure out
what I am.

I've been away for a long time.

- Have you seen the ravine
out back?

It's a real selling point.

- Hmm, yeah, yeah, no it's...

my God, it's wonderful.

If you wanna get murdered
in your own home.

I'm sorry.

That's a terrible joke
from someone you just met.

I'm Gerald Henry Jones.

Do we know each other?

- Hey, what happened?
Are you okay?

- I think he figured out
who I was.

- It's all right.
You're okay?

It's all right.

- Thought you might like
something sweet,

Detective McAvoy.

And share it
with your little spy.

And your friends

down the street.

I should've known.

I saw a car outside my house
last night,

at a grocery store
this morning,

and now here you are parked
outside an open house

that I just happened to be at.

- World's full of coincidences.

- I know what you
and your friend did.

My lawyer is gonna rip you
to shreds.

You're lucky if my re-trial
even makes it to court.

So eat up.

You're gonna need
your strength.

- That's a week of surveillance
down the drain.

- Sucks for you.

- Greer!

How did you even know
he was in there?

You wouldn't by chance have
planted some sort

of tracking device,
would you have?

- What if I did?

Gordon: Three tours?

- Yes, sir.

And the joint task forces.
- Most impressive.

- Yeah. You serve too?

- Oh, I was in and out real
quick.

But if I had been
born 20-years either way,

would've been a different story.

- Grandpa.
- Hey, buddy boy!

- Where've you been?
Here he is!

- What did you do to your hand?

- Oh, nothing, just a scratch.

- He-he nicked himself
on some glass,

but we've got it sorted out.
- Here boy!

We're actually probably good
then, if you just wanna--

- Arski!

Arski! Here, boy! Come on!

- Arski was his dog
when my Mom was a kid.

- You know, I'm not seeing any
water down for the dog, here.

There's no food.
Where's his food bowl?

I don't see his food bowl
anywhere.

Come on! Got some water
for ya, here!

Where's he gone? How come--

Hey, Murray,
have you seen our dog?

- Okay, uh, Gordon?
- Yeah?

- Yeah, you're at Jenny's house.

Your daughter's house.

Arski isn't here.

But your grandson, Ross,

he's right over there.
- Right there.

That's it. And I'm Liam.
- Hi.

- Hi, we were just talking
about our time

in the armed service.
- Sure, three tours.

- Exactly. And we're having
some tea.

You want some tea? I can make
a nice fresh pot.

How 'bout that?
- Sure.

- Good strong builder's tea
there, sport?

- Okay.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
he's beat. Okay?

After your tea I'll drive him
back to the home.

- You can't just--

You can't just walk him
in there.

He's already gone missing
a couple of times,

and they already want to move
him to a more secure floor.

- Stricter care might be
good for him.

- No! No,

I've looked into it.

You don't recover from there,
okay?

You just lose your freedom,
and then you die

before you actually die.

I can't let that happen to him.

- Okay, but we'll need a plan.

- Definitely, yes,
I absolutely will.

Thanks.

- Hey, did-did Alison
have something for me?

- Hm?
- Hm?

- Oh, no I'm sorry,

I was thinking about something.

By my count, you had your
child at what, 18, 19?

I have a son,
so I know what it's like,

how hard it can be.

And yet, here you are,
Dr. Jenny Cooper.

- Yeah, well it was-it was
important to me.

- Then I had a lot of help -
his parents, my father.

- Where was your mother?

- Uh, she was in uh...

she was in Palm Beach,
since I was eight.

- Explains why you didn't
have an abortion.

- I'm sorry, what?

- You didn't wanna be a
deadbeat like your own mother,

so you kept the baby
to re-right her wrongs.

- How does your wife cope
with you?

- Oh, she doesn't. She um...

she left, right after Emmett
went off to university.

- Sorry.
- Don't be.

Everyone deserves to be happy.
Even ex-wives.

There's a folder called I.C.E.

- In case of Emergency.
I had one for my ex-wife.

- I went in-I went into
the restricted area

to capture some interesting
visuals, and um...

there was a valve malfunction.

We were evacuated,
and Spencer said I was okay.

He walked me through
the decontamination,

the security clearance.

He checked my-my

dosimeter per-personally.

He made sure I was okay.

I don't understand
what's happening.

- Well, you don't think...?

- That Spencer created
a valve malfunction

to murder the man who
was sleeping with his wife?

- Or he just seized
the opportunity

when it presented itself.

Man: Okay, Ron, here is
the paper that you wanted

with yesterdays game.

- Hey! Uh sorry,

do-do you mind giving me
a hand?

- Yeah, sure. No worries.
- Great. Ugh!

- I got it! Ooh.
- Yeah, Thank you.

Uh, right there.

- What's in here?
A tonne of bricks?

- It feels like it, doesn't it?

You know, it's my equipment.
- Hm?

- My uh,

my magic equipment.

- You're Mystico?
- Yes, I am.

I'm uh Mystico,
that's me the magician.

- You're a day early.
- Am I?

But the residents would
love to see you,

so let's just get you signed in,

and then I can show you
to your stage.

- Well, yeah, sign in, sure.

- Just right there.

- Oh.

Oh Jesus, he visits a lot eh,

this Ross person?

- That sweet boy.

Most days he's our only visitor.

We should all be so lucky
when we get old.

- Sounds like he's a great kid.

- Totally.

Uh okay, Mystico.

Thank you very much.
- No worries.

Um, it's actually upstairs,

and uh, to the left
when you go up there.

- Okay, sure.
- The stage.

Donovan: That little green dot,

that's my career in freefall.

- You know, you can buy
these trackers

at any big box store.

I wonder why the police
don't use them?

- Because we're supposed
to be better than this.

- Okay, either you wanna stop
him from killing more people,

or you don't.

- That he's a serial killer
is only a theory.

- The world was flat before
someone was willing

to sail over the edge.
- I get it,

this isn't just academic
for you, it's personal.

- Oh yeah?
How do you know that?

- I know your father
was in Tent City.

I know he was one
of the men killed there.

- Guess I'm not the only one
who's been doing research.

- Sorry.

It's part of the job.

You know I'm not trying
to pick at painful memories.

- My dad wasn't always
homeless.

He was just a regular guy
who sold optometry equipment.

Then one day,
he just disappeared.

- You didn't know
he was on the streets.

- I didn't even know
he had a mental illness.

My grandmother called him
"weak bamboo,"

which is the biggest insult.

- He'd been a dead John Doe
for months

before the coroner
tracked me down.

I don't know that I ever would
have found him

if he hadn't been killed.

- All this is for him.

- Yep.

And no.

It's for me, too.

He stopped moving.

- Don Valley United.

Let's go.

- It's a soup kitchen,
That means homeless people.

- Exactly.

- Hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Hey! Get off me!

- Hey, easy bro, my bad.
I just need to take a look

in your pockets, all right?

One sec.

Damn it.

Sorry man.

- Glen King had symptoms

akin to stage III Leukemia.

His bone marrow
was compromised,

which means mass tissue
degeneration.

- And in the autopsy,
Dr. Allen observed

that the lung lining
was sloughing off.

- Mhmm.

- As well as the stomach lining.

- Radiation affects tissue
which regenerates the quickest.

- Because irradiated cells
don't divide properly.

- But if most of his symptoms
were internal,

and the valve malfunction
is what made him sick,

wouldn't he have radiation
burns?

- You know, if I were gonna use
a radioactive isotope

to murder someone -

I said if -

I'd wanna make sure that it
did the trick,

and that means getting it
inside their body,

inside their bloodstream,
ideally.

Jenny: River, are you there?

- Still here, Dr. Cooper.

- I need you to check
his oral cavity.

- Oh, we were just getting
there.

- Tell me what you see.

- Cancerous lesions on the
inside of his cheeks and lips.

Large pustules
all over the tongue.

- Is that his tooth?

- His molars are rotten
through.

- It wasn't a valve
malfunction.

- No.

No, it was something he ate.

Hold on a sec.
Let me look at this.

- Day 3 since the exposure.

Exhausted and nauseous pretty
much all the time.

Spencer: Did you know that
radiation exists in plants,

fruits, and airplanes?

But it's safe, safe, safe.

- Well, that's very convincing.

Glen: Went to the hospital,
they said I had the flu.

Spencer: We have an unblemished
safety record.

Every employee at Pendleton
wears a dosimeter.

Camilla: My husband's a bit
of a stickler

when it comes to the rules.

Spencer: Getting some good
stuff here, Glen?

- Yeah, absolutely, Spencer.

Sorry if my hands are cold.

- You're a very warm person.

Spencer: If it's green,
it means you're a-okay.

- Ugh.

Are my eyeballs bleeding?

I feel like my eyeballs
are bleeding.

Glen: Day 9.

Nowhere is safe.

Can't trust the authorities.

I've been eating
the right foods...

- Wait.

- and taking supplements.

Ian: Maybe it was
in the vitamins.

Spencer: You can even eat off
the floor.

But don't, because food
absorbs radiation.

- Just exhausted and nauseous
pretty much all the time.

Spencer: If the light is red,
you are...

oh God, oh gosh, I don't wanna
say uh, dead.

Camilla: I'm sorry,
I'm a bit camera-shy.

Not the best time
to quit smoking.

Glen: I-I've got some nicotine
gum, if you like?

- Son of a bitch.

- What? What is it?

Madden: Yes.

- Agent Madden, I need you
to get in here now,

I need to talk to you.
- On my way.

- What is it, tell me,
goddamnit.

- What is it, Dr. Cooper?
- The uh...

he was chewing gum,
the whole time.

The radiation, it's in it.

You need to check his house
for nicotine gum.

If you're not gonna go, I am!

I am done being cooped up
in here.

- Can you pass me the sauce?

Thank you.

So...

you and I made a good
team today.

- Then issue me a public
apology.

- Well, you want an apology,
gimme your reason.

- I proved myself today!

- No, it's...

it's not what I mean. I uh...

I want you to tell me
what happened, Ian.

- I don't follow.

- I've studied all of your
reports,

and at the beginning of your
career, you were...

you were thorough
and you were sharp,

and then-and then
something changed.

- Nothing changed.

- Something changed
around 10-years-ago.

You started acting erratic,
you were sloppy,

you didn't dig deep
into anything.

- I lost my appetite suddenly.
- What was it?

Was it...?
I mean, was it the divorce?

Were you sick? I mean,
were you drinking? Like--

Just say something mitigating

and I will give you a job
recommendation right here,

right now, because you
are a good pathologist.

- I am a--

I am a great pathologist.

- Hey uh, Agent Madden,
come on in.

- You were right.

We found a package of nicotine
gum in Glen's camera bag,

and it spiked
our Geiger counters.

- You have a "but" face?

- But Spencer Brinks had no idea

his wife was having an affair.

- What, the gum wasn't poisoned,

it was just irradiated
by accident?

- That's what our analysts
think.

He had the gum in his pocket

when the valve malfunction
happened.

He must have dropped it
and Glen brought it home,

chewed it day, after day,
after day, after day,

until it eventually killed him.

- So it wasn't murder,
it was just a-a terrible,

horrible accident.

- It's a tragedy, but it
could've been much, much worse.

For everyone.
Including you, Dr. Cooper.

- Right uh,

I haven't got my blood test
results back... yet.

- Results came back hours ago.

I gave them to your colleague,
Alison.

- Uh, before you jump
to any conclusions--

- Wow.

Wow, you are unbelievable.

- I'll let you two
work this out.

- You knew?
When Alison called,

but you kept me trapped
in that room to what,

to prove to me that you are
a great pathologist,

to convince me to give you
what, a public apology?

- You're missing the point.

We did some extraordinary
work today.

- Yeah. Yeah, well I was
vulnerable,

and you kept me that way
for your own personal gain,

and that is the point.

- Sometimes the end justifies
the means.

- You had a good run,
Dr. Peterson, but uh,

it's too bad you decided
to ruin it at the end.

- You stuck your arm
in a radioactive body,

and you barely thought
about your own health,

because you were so consumed

with trying to get
to the truth of Glen King.

You immerse yourself
in the truths of others

so that you don't have
to deal with your own.

You're so concerned
with my secrets?

What are you running from,
Dr. Cooper,

because I can tell
it's something big?

- Well, if you'll
excuse me,

I'm-I'm gonna finish my soup,

and then I'm gonna spend
some time with my family.

- What's he doing?
- I don't know.

- Now to conclude...
the Tower of Death.

Okay.

- Okay um...

so this will be Mystico's
final trick for the evening.

Thank you, merci.

- Hi, Jenny.
- Hey. Hi, are you guys okay?

I'm so sorry, dad,
are you all right?

- Oh yeah, perfectly.

They called me like a dozen
times,

they said that-that Grandpa
was missing,

but then he was with you
the whole time.

- No, it's-it's a really
big nothing at all.

- Oh no, it's not him, it's me.

I-I went to your house.
I-I shouldn't have done it.

I didn't tell anybody.

I went there because I had
to tell you something.

It's very important
that I tell you.

- What's up?

- It's time you knew
the truth about Katie.

It's just driving me crazy.

Okay.

It was Arski.

- What do you mean,
it was Arski?

- I mean, it was Arski.

He didn't run away.
I shot him.

- I know.

- No, I shot him because
he killed your sister.

Don't you understand?

I killed him because I kept
warning -

her and him -

I said Arski, you can't play
on the stairs,

you just can't play
on the stairs,

but no one actually listened
to me, as per normal.

- Wait, A-Arski killed Katie?

- No, that's not it...

- Dad, you said...

- No, one second, one second.

I just lost this for a second.

I have to tell you the truth.

Katie? Now, what about Katie?

- No Dad, you were saying
that you wanted-

you wanted to tell me the truth.

- Hey.
- No, one second,

what about Katie though?
- Grandpa, that all happened

a really long time ago.
- Oh, a long time ago.

- Look, I'm gonna take him
to get some tea, okay?

- I want some tea.
- Yeah, let's go.

- Would you like some tea?
- Yeah, thanks.

- You just wait there.
I'll be back.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I um...

I feel like I'm...

like I'm losing my mind.

- Shhh.
- No, no.

- Everything is gonna be fine.

- Yeah, just I don't...

shit I have to get this.
- Yeah, yeah, sure.

Sure. I'll pack my things.

- Hey.

- It's Alison.
I have some bad news.

Okay.