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Cassidy is my... ex-wife.

- How have you been?
- Pretty good.

Except for a cancer scare
a few months back.

Cancer?!

You look good, too.

I've been doing this amazing
life coach thing now.

Learning to take responsibility
for my actions.

She had to get used to you
not being here,

and that's pretty much
all she's known.

I'm trying to make up
for lost time;

I'm trying to look after
the house,

I'm trying to look after you.

I-I want us all to be a family.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- You don't look so good.
- No, I'm fine. It's just uh...

I just have a sinus infection.
What's all this?

I'm on the career path now
for a little while.

No more boys.
- Looks like you robbed

an AV store.
- Yeah, no.

Um, I actually just borrowed
all this from a friend

because I'm gonna be filming
an audition

for a new cooking show.
- Oh my God!

That's amazing, Ross.
- It's a long shot, I know,

but I know how to sell myself.

I'm young, I'm hot, I'm gay.

I'm Persian Canadian

Plus, I'm cooking authentic
Persian cuisine

from family recipes.
How can they not pick me?

Well, if there's anything
I can do to help.

Okay. I mean, I could use
a camera person.

Great. Done.

- For sure.
- Okay, yeah.

Oof...
- Oh, but...

Not if you're not feeling well.

- I'm good.
- You rest for a minute.

Um, Grandpa made a mess,
so I'm gonna clean up.

- Hi, Boss!
- Hey, Alphonse.

I, uh, I don't think I'm gonna
come into the office today.

I'm not feeling so good.

Oh! Dr. Thompson's away too.

Remember, he has that author
conference for his last book.

So... what should I do?

Jenny: I forgot. Well...

let's just hope
it's a slow day.

Malik: This place is my old
stomping grounds.

I can't tell you how much time
we used to spend here as a kid.

Hey. I made out with
Amber Small

right there in that corner
for first time.

Donovan: All right, tell me
something we can use.

Well, this place is always bustling.

You know, multi-generational
families, community based,

wholesome, and... usually safe.

9-mill shell casing.

Well... there goes
the neighbourhood.

Damn.

All right, let's get Jenny
on the phone.

Jenny: Hey, River.
What do you see?

River: I see trampled grass.
Looks like a shell casing.

Bystanders, cops questioning locals.

There's a blood trail
and the decedent.

Make sure you check that
they're human remains.

People bury all sorts
of stuff at the park.

River: Last summer we found
a "synthetic companion"

that some guy buried

to hide from his girlfriend.

Dennis: This is why
we don't kink shame.

Ah...

should we do the uh... "thing"?

I'll do the honours.

Yo'nikonhr'aksa't tsi...

satenhnisero'kte.

Sken:nenkenhak.

Jenny: Thanks, River.

Uh, Dennis, I'm gonna need
to get some prints.

Dennis:

Uh, he's holding something.

Here you go.
- All right.

Hey, uh, can I talk to Jenny
for a minute?

Hey, Jenny. I hear you're
under the weather.

Meh. It takes a lot
to keep me down.

She wants me to get wine.

'Course, there is no wine!

Right as rain, but I think
I'll be doing the investigation

from the couch.

Red wine...

Hey, Donovan!

Jenny? Wha--?

Donovan, can you hear me?

- Wine...
- Dad! Dad!

Red wine?

Oh...
- Dad, did you...

- Did I do something?
- Ugh! You uh...

- 'Course I did.
- You banged the router. Ugh...

I didn't mean to.

- Are you going somewhere?
- Yeah. I didn't tell ya?

Me and Peggy are gonna go up
to Niagara-on-the-Lake

and try and reconnect
a little bit.

Mm. Great.

I got some, uh, healthy
snacks for the road.

Good.
There we go.

Jenny, you don't look well.

I'm fine. It's just a...
a... it's just a bug.

Oh, Gordy, maybe we should postpone.

- NO! No.
- No!

I'm good. I'm totally fine.

Oh, please, don't stress
about Jenny.

She's a doctor, you know.

There's not much in
the wallet, except 20 bucks

and a library card.

The library gave me his name:
Rameen Shirazi.

Did they give you
his address?

Yeah.
I'm gonna head there now.

Uh, send a uniform instead.

You know this area,
I want you here.

Okay, Boss.

We've got officers searching
every inch of this place,

so if there's anything to find,
we'll find it.

What's up? You got a look.

You know, when a body's found
buried like that,

it's usually done by someone
who cared about the victim.

Well, these are God-fearing,
salt of the earth type folks.

There's mostly refugees
and immigrants

full of hospitality.

It's too early
to discount anything.

Officer Stanley: Found
something in the creek!

It's the 9-millimeter.
It matches the casing we found.

Bag it and get it
to ballistics ASAP.

Yes, Sir.

Where do the park regulars
usually hang out?

Well, when I lived around
here, it was the picnic area.

- All right, let's go.
- All right.

River: Look how carefully
trimmed his beard is.

And his hair is so neat.

Reminds me of my Grandfather.

He dyed his facial hair.

The man had champagne taste.

The moonstone ring,

the watch, the belt...

the pen, clothes -
all high-end,

but they've seen better days.

So he liked nice things,

but maybe he couldn't afford
new nice things.

I have the intake CT scans here.

And I have sent them
to Dr. Cooper as well.

You're outside!
That's good.

The fresh air will help you
feel better.

Yeah, and it's quieter.

My family's seen enough
autopsy photos for my liking.

Hey, do you guys see that
opaque spot?

Looks like a bullet lodged
near the subclavian artery.

Jenny: It's on here.

Can you show me
the entry wound?

Entry in the upper right pectoralis.

Burns suggest contact entry,

meaning the barrel was pressed
to his skin.

There's an exit wound
on the lateral side

of the right shoulder.

Dennis: If he still has
a bullet inside him,

why does he have an exit wound?

I've seen this before.
It's uh...

it's called "tandem bullet"
phenomenon.

It's when the bullet splits
in the barrel

and it creates two projectiles.

What caused it in your case?

Well, the gun had a silencer
on it.

Wait. So you're saying this
man was...

Executed.

Donovan: Over there -
metal detector guy.

Looks like a regular.

- Amoo! Amoo!
- 'Scuse me, Sir? Sir!

- No English.
- Hey! Yo!

Officers, I'm Shayan.
Uh, this is my uncle, Ali.

Uh, he's not like my actual
uncle, not like by blood,

but, um, I just call him
my uncle. Know what I mean?

Yeah, yeah,
we know what you mean.

Yeah, um,
Ali doesn't speak English,

but I could help translate
if you like.

Uh, what language does
he speak?

Farsi-Dari.
Yeah, he's Afghani.

I'm Persian, and we speak
the same language, kind of.

Yeah, it's like, it's like
regular English and Patois,

feel me?

Do you guys know this man,
Rameen Shirazi?

Uh... nah.

Damn, I-I mean,
I saw him here and there.

Yeah, he worked out alone
in the park a lot.

Yeah, my uncle called him
a lone wolf.

He has no friends.

So you never saw him
with anyone?

Yeah, he's freaked out
talking to you guys.

I mean, where he comes from, man,

the authorities, well,
they'd twist you up real good

even if you like look at them
the wrong way.

We're not, we're not here
to deport anyone.

We just wanna make the
community feel safe

and find out what happened,
you know?

All right.

- Where'd you get those?
- Kaftar.

Uh... kaftar. Uh, pigeons.

Yeah, he's got a small
pigeon coop on his balcony.

Yo, Middle Easterns, man,
we're a special breed.

Do you know what this means?

Uh, nah, I don't read Farsi,
but um...

- Degargoony.
- Degargoony.

Uh, it's like...
it's like grow, or transform,

or something like that.

They got these translation apps.

Maybe that'd help you out?

Uh, let's get a Farsi
translator here.

I'll call 'em, but heads up,
last time it took two hours.

Shayan: I can help you out.

Sure. Thanks.

This is Sara.
She might know something.

- Hi there. 'Scuse me.
- Hi.

- Salam, Sara.
- Salam.

Um, are you a regular
at the park?

- Eat. Please, eat.
- Uh, no thanks, ma'am.

I'm on duty.
- Thank you.

We need these people
to trust us.

Does this man look familiar
to you?

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. Tragedy.

What can you tell us
about him?

I always invite him for food,
offer drink.

He was very polite,
but he never joined.

Are you aware of any gang
activity in the area?

Gang? What is gang?

Uh, nah. No gangs,
not like that.

It took all that
just to say that?

Nah, she was just actually
lecturing me

to, you know,
kinda watch you guys

'cause I just got into a
paralegal program at Humber,

so... and all these park aunties
and uncles

always up in my business,
you know?

Sir!

A snack for later.

- Thank you.
- No problem.

Both:

Jenny: Hey, Alphonse,
what did you find?

Yeah, I thought he was
an immigrant.

The postcard of the Caspian Sea

and the Farsi note
kind of gave it away.

So I called the Ministry
of Immigration,

Refugees and Citizenship.

Turns out he was a judge
in Iran.

Came to Canada as a refugee
10 years ago,

became a permanent resident
5 years ago.

He has no family here and none
that I could find in Iran.

You know what's his refugee
claim?

Political persecution.

I mean, he made some rulings
against government officials.

They seized his assets
and he fled.

Oh, uh...

uh, good work, Alphonse,
I gotta go.

Um, can you fill in Donovan?

Sure thing, will do.

So this is Agha Reza.
He's one of the OG's here.

Uh, he used to be a doctor
back in Iran,

but now he basically lives here
at the park.

Do you recognize this man?

Agha Reza!

Can't hear!

He says he was like a genius.

A private and sad genius.

Does he have any idea
who might have hurt him?

He says he's sorry,
he can't help you.

Uniforms found something
burning in the trash can.

All right. Hey, you mind
sticking around

in case we need you again?
- Yeah, I'll be here.

All right, let's go.

Delivery woman: Beds & Stuff
delivery for Gordon Cooper.

Yeah.

What is it?

It's probably too small
to be a bed.

Right. So "Stuff" it is.

Ungh. Dad!

Hey, Smiler, have you seen
your mo-- uh, Peggy?

She's pulling a Houdini on me today.

No, but you got some packages.

Oh, not for me.
I didn't order anything.

Did I order anything?

Thank you.

Oh, hang on! Look,
it says Gordon Cooper on it.

Oh, ho, ho, ho, yeah,
I know what this is.

Ooh, hoo, hoo, hoo!

I was gonna go for the satin,

but I decided on the silk.

- Boundaries, Dad!
- Oh, sorry.

It looks like Rameen had this
on him the night he was killed

and someone tried to get rid
of the evidence.

I mean, over a dozen interviews,

and not much to go on.

A loner. A genius.
Polite but private.

Everyone knew "of" him,
but no one really knew him.

We got pay stubs in here.

A stack of 'em from a nearby restaurant.

Looks like Rameen worked
as a busser.

They didn't even bother
to spell his name right

on the name tag.

We got job applications
from law firms all over town.

You got that uh...

you got that note on you?

Yeah.

I downloaded that
translator app

that Shayan was talking about.

Date.

Name vs Name.

Conflict. Verdict. Resolution.

It's a ledger of some sort.

Like this guy was keeping track
of disputes.

This is the last page
with any writing on it.

And it's got yesterday's date.

Uh, looks like he made
a ruling of some kind.

Reza, Sara and Ali.

You said you didn't know him,
but as it turns out,

you might be the last three
to see him alive.

So, either start talking or
find yourselves a good lawyer

because right now,
you're my primary suspects.

What kind of trouble
was Rameen in?

He was a good, lawful man.

Then maybe you wanna stop
wasting my time

and help me catch whoever
killed him!

He was my friend.

I knew him better than anyone.

How do you think an
Obstruction of Justice charge

is gonna look on the record
of someone studying law?

I was afraid to get involved.
Plus, Rameen's dead.

It's not like talking's
gonna do anything.

Whoever killed him
is still out there!

You can't save your friend,

but maybe you can help save
someone else's life.

Fff...

yeah, of course.

Look, Rameen was a judge
back at home,

and he went against
some government guy

after the Green protests.

He stuck to his oath, he didn't
fold under the pressure, but...

they ruined his life.

So he came here to start over, but...

yo, the legal system
in this country is tough.

Plus, the language barrier.
I mean...

But he found a way
to make a living,

but it wasn't a life,
you know?

We found a ledger of some
sort in his briefcase.

You wanna tell me what
that's about?

He used it to help
the community

when there were beefs.

If there is ever a dispute,
or unfairness,

Rameen would make a judgement.

This is why we met him yesterday.

He advised and brought peace
to our community.

He was a strong man,
a fair man,

but a too proud man.

Stay put, all of you.
We're not done here.

You too.

Tell me you got something
we can use,

'cause, right now, all I got
is a bunch of people

who don't trust me enough
to tell me the truth.

Page after page
Ali's name is mentioned,

and almost every single time
Rameen ruled against him.

Look at this footnote
from yesterday's ruling.

Ali upset.

Forensics was able to pull
a partial print

from the gun I found.

Ali Azdi.

Ross: Momaney, I need you
to translate the notes

on Dad's recipe cards.

Yeah. Yeah,
I sent them to you.

Yeah. Yeah, the chat
with my name on it.

Okay, no, I'm not making
Fesenjoon for a boyfriend

because I don't have
a boyfriend.

Moona, I'm 20!

I'm not gonna die alone, okay?!

Okay.
All right, I love you, too.

Bye.

Hey, um...

Grandpa was looking for you.
I don't know where.

He was doing like an oil change
or something.

I'm a little nervous
about going on this trip

with Jenny so unwell.

And if she wasn't so dang stubborn

and would actually let me
look after her,

but I think that this chicken
soup is gonna help.

- S-- Uh, chicken?!
- Uh-huh.

- Grandma!
- Mmm!

Please tell me you did not
use the chicken in the fridge.

Well, the chicken didn't tell
me who it belonged to, Ross.

Okay, so...now I gotta go back
to the store.

- Sorry about that.
- That's okay.

Um... look, why don't you...

why don't you get ready
for your trip, huh?

Have a good time.

More? More bedroom stuff?

Really!

River: His right chest cavity
is filled with blood.

Dennis: The bullet must've
grazed the upper pleura.

You know if you're going
to execute someone,

this is a really bizarre way
to do it.

A shot to the head or heart, sure,

but to his chest,
to his pec muscle?

You know, that park today
was nice.

Etobicoke could be a good
option, don't you think?

Well, our decedent would beg
to differ.

Dennis, I like it downtown.

It's cozy.
It's where my community is.

Do we have 2 million
for a teardown?

Now, Port Hope is affordable.

I know you love
your hometown,

but my found family is here
in the city.

Port Hope has a queer community.

Two married guys named Brian
workout at my gym

and everyone loves them.

Well, if Port Hope ever has
a Two-Spirit Powwow,

I'll consider it.
Until then,

I'll stay house poor
in the city.

Uh... that's not a fragment,
that's a whole bullet.

.22 calibre,
by the looks of it.

As corroded as heck.

So, it's an old bullet?

I'd say it's been inside
Rameen's body

for 4 or 5 years at least.

We found a scar capsule just
below the right clavicle.

Okay, so...

that is where the .22 calibre's
been hiding all these years.

All right, guys,
let me just...

let me just figure this out.

So the 9mm, it entered here...

and it grazed the axis
of the pleura

and exited out the shoulder.

The .22 calibre started here,

in the scar capsule,

ended here.

River: So what're you thinking?

Jenny: I'm thinking that
the 9mm

that Rameen was shot with
last night

hit the .22 calibre bullet,
and pushed it...

through the subclavian artery
into the neck.

Like a pool hall trick shot.

Yeah, but if that's the case, then...

it adds a whole new element
to the investigation.

- How so?
- Well, there was this uh...

this case, I think it was
in New York

and there was an embedded bullet

that became lethally infected
ten years after the shooting.

So, the shooter's charges
were upgraded

from attempted murder
to second degree.

Dennis: If the old bullet
wasn't in Rameen's body,

he would still be alive.

Whoever shot Rameen
5 years ago

is just as responsible
for his death

as whoever shot him
last night?

Yeah. So...

we're not looking
for one killer,

we're looking for two.

Ali: Please! I did nothing.

I'm a good man.
I didn't hurt anyone!

Shayan, come with me.

Hey, look, my uncle's
innocent, man.

He's not gonna hurt nobody,
all right? You heard the news

on Afghanistan, man,
he can't go back!

Then I need you to translate
for us so he understands

exactly what's happening to him
and all his rights.

Hold on a second, guys.

Hey, Jenny, I'm kinda in
the middle of it right now.

Jenny: Hey! There was another
bullet inside of Rameen

from a shooting 5 years ago.

So, the bullet from last night

pushed the old bullet
through an artery in his neck

and that's what killed him.

So are you saying whoever
shot Rameen 5 years ago

is partly responsible
for his death?

Yeah. Just as responsible
for killing him.

Donovan: Hold on a sec.
I've gotta call you back.

Yeah.

Shayan, who shot Rameen
5 years ago?

Was it you?

I was an idiot punk.
I got caught up in a bad crowd.

I pulled a piece during
a basketball game.

Rameen, he was there,
and he, uh,

he tried to get in the middle
of it to break it up.

The gun went off and um...

And you shot him.

But Rameen wouldn't go
to the hospital.

Didn't want to mess up
his refugee status.

Uncle Reza, he cleaned up
the wounds

and um...

he said to leave the bullet in

'cause it wasn't near anything dangerous.

Rameen must've still been
pretty upset with you,

even if it was an accident.

Yeah, he was furious.

But instead of ratting me out
to the cops, he...

he took me under his wing.

Every Friday we'd uh...
we'd have tea at the park,

and we'd talk, we'd exercise.

He always said if you...
if you get your body right,

y-you get your mind right.

Seems you're the only one
who spent any time with him.

I watched the man pound
the pavement daily.

Knocking at doors at law firms.

I mean, that, that inspired me
to, to work harder,

get my grades sorted,
and apply to college.

If you're the only one
who really knew him,

you might be the only person
who knows

who might have shot him.
- Nah, man, that's the thing.

It was never about him.

It was only about me.

He never opened up.

I mean, the guy,
the guy saved my life

and he's basically a stranger
to me.

Shayan, how did your uncle's
prints

get on the murder weapon?
- Doesn't matter, man.

I heard you over the phone.

I'm the reason Rameen's dead.

Shayan,
if you're protecting Ali--

I think I should talk
to a lawyer, man.

Donavan:

Dennis: So Rameen's new
gunshot wound

is in the exact same spot
as his old gunshot wound.

What are the odds?

River: Same odds
as me moving to the suburbs?

Okay, look.

I know the 'burbs aren't cool,

but it means a bigger yard.

We could get a dog,
plant a garden.

Have kids one day,
if that's something you want.

Dennis...

the most important thing
for me, right now,

is being close
to my chosen family.

Support. Safety.

Can you understand that?

I do, I do.
I promise I do, but -

and I know this is gonna
sound weird,

so please don't freak out -

being close to my mom
is really important to me.

My whole life,
it was always just us.

She raised me alone.

We even worked together
at the body farm.

My mom is... my community.

What is that?

A hearing aid.

Dennis: No chafing.

No impression marks.

I don't think it's his.

Hmm.

Excuse me, detectives?

These just arrived
from the coroner's office.

It's the shroud Mr. Shirazi's
body was wrapped in

and a hearing aid they found
in the cloth.

I'm heading over to
Mr. Shirazi's apartment now

and I'll let you know
if I find anything.

Thanks, Tina.

Reza was hard of hearing.

I thought maybe he was making
that up to avoid talking to us,

but maybe...

It fell off while
he was wrapping the body.

Maybe Reza didn't appreciate
all the respect

Rameen was getting
from the community?

Ooh.

How are you always hungry?

I just have a hyper-speed
metabolism.

I'm... hashtag blessed.

Blessings.

B-blessings.

How do you even open this thing
is my question?

I guess you could peel it.

One sec, give me the napkin.

It's identical.

They wrapped Rameen's body
in Sara's tablecloth.

So, they were all there
when Rameen died.

Ross: You can get pomegranate molasses

at most Middle Eastern
grocery stores,

so that's never a concern.
Let--

Okay, um...

Mom.

Mom!

Wake up!
- Oh God, I'm sorry.

Oh, sorry.

Sorry.
- Um... okay,

and, uh, it has a very sweet
and slightly sour taste.

Okay. Um, so now, we'll...

What's wrong, Bub?

I don't know.
Something's missing.

- Yeah, here, give it to me.
- Something I just can't read.

Sorry about all of the
interruptions right here,

but I just... I just had
to tell ya.

That bedroom up there
is shaping up

to something really fancy.

By the time we get back
from this little trip,

Peggy will not be sleeping
on that couch anymore.

Peggy's sleeping
on the couch?

I didn't...

I didn't know that.

Well, no. It's just the last
couple o' nights

'cause she found, she got
a knot in her back from my bed.

Hmph. Wh-wh-where is Peggy?

Have you seen Peggy?
- Uh, yeah,

she's... in the garden.

Does she even wanna go
on this trip?

Sometimes I'm thinking
she doesn't even wanna go.

She wanted to give your
plants one more watering

before taking off.

She just can't seem
to help herself, can she?

She was making you chicken
soup this morning,

and I didn't have the heart
to tell her

that you're a vegetarian.

Gordon: No, it's okay.

Ross: Okay, um...

Come on up here.

Nope. No, not yet.

I need to uh...

hmmmmmmm.

Well, you're still with me?
Come on, just up here.

Come on in.

Boy, you're a quiet one.

Have you never heard
of small talk?

What're you locking
the door for?

What, w-w-what's happening
to me?!

What's going on?

What the hell is happening
to me?

My God, what's happening?!

You know, I always knew
Rodney was destined

for bigger things
than massage school.

I got it.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Okay, I...

I swear I did not help Grandpa
order this much crap.

- Hey.
- I got the uh...

files you asked for.
- Oh. Thank you.

I-I know, I could've emailed
them, but...

I also wanted to bring
a home remedy smoothie

like my mom used to make
for me.

Oh, thank you.

I'm not, I'm not keeping
much down today.

Hey! Hi!

I am going to go freshen up.

Uh, b-because I'm filming something.

- Oh, and there's this.
- Yeah.

Photocopy of the paper
that was in Rameen's hand.

That is some beautiful penmanship.

So clean and crisp.

My parents made me take Urdu
when I was a kid,

and I could never get the hang
of it.

Well, smudgy writing.

- You're right-handed?
- Yeah.

Yeah, Farsi's written
right to left, too.

David was also right-handed,

so he got a case
of the smudgies.

Rameen's writing
wasn't smudged.

Hey! Uh, River,

I need you to test Rameen's
left hand for GSR.

So... how is it...
how's it going?

Um, better than you,
by the looks of it.

Uh, question.
Did a bomb go off in here?

Oh, uh... yeah, no.

This... this is fine.

Everything...

I am fine.
- Hmm...

'Cause it looks like
you're kinda...

freakin' out.

Okay, yeah, a little.

Look, I'm supposed to be
filming this audition

for a new cooking show, right,

and it has to look slick,
and it has to look cool,

but right now, Mom is so sick

that she can't even hold
the camera straight

and my momaney won't help me
translate recipe notes

that are in Farsi because
I don't have a husband. So...

pretty much this whole thing
is kind of a disaster.

I-I can help out.

I mean, I do owe you
for saving my life...

after almost killing me.

Oh! That's right,

you do owe me!

Uh, but first... you call
your grandma "Momaney"?

Yes. It's hot, right?

Both:

Donovan, there's a few things
that have been bugging me.

One, the entry wound suggests

that the 9mm was pressed up
against his chest, right?

Two, that it's in the exact
same spot

as where he was shot
5 years ago,

and three, River just told me

that Rameen just tested positive

for gunshot residue
on his left hand.

Are you saying Rameen
shot himself?

Yeah, but if Rameen shot himself,

then what were these three
doing?

Have a seat.

Ali's fingerprints were found
on the murder weapon.

Rameen's body was wrapped in
Sara's tablecloth.

Reza's hearing aid was found
with the body.

Now, I'm done guessing.

Either you come clean right now

or Shayan's going to prison
for murder

and you're gonna join him
for obstruction.

All:

Donovan: Enough!

I think I know what happened
last night,

but I need to hear it
from all of you.

You're looking at 7 years
to life for a technicality.

Tell me keeping Rameen's secret
is worth that.

Look, a couple days ago,

Rameen got his one hundredth
job application rejection.

I mean, the guy was a damn
judge back at home,

and here he couldn't get a bite
of a paper-pushing job.

So he'd been kinda distant
ever since.

And... when he called
and cancelled

our Friday tea last night,

I knew something was wrong,

so I went to the park
to find him

and uh...

he had a gun.

Help me! Help me!

Please, he shot himself!
Reza:

Ali:

Rameen!

All: Oh!

Rameen!

Sara:

Reza:

Shayan: He had no family here.

None in Iran.

Reza: But he deserved...

some kind of burial.

We would want the same
in his shoes.

Ali:

Reza: Persian men like Rameen...

doesn't let anyone inside
his struggle.

Too ashamed.

He never become
what he was back home.

I share the same struggle.

He helped us so much,

but when he needed help...

Rameen was too strong
to talk like this.

Yeah, look where
strong got him, Uncle.

He's strong and dead!

We could charge them with
Obstruction of Justice,

but how do you send three
immigrants to prison

for stumbling onto a suicide

and being terrified
of the cops?

I mean, does that sound
like justice?

Well, I doubt we'd find
a Crown

willing to prosecute them
even if we did charge 'em.

Change. Transform.

What do you think
it meant to him?

Hey. Officer Stanley found

a box of 9-mill ammo
in Rameen's nightstand.

They're sending it
to ballistics

so they can match it
to the gun.

They also found this on his
old school answering machine.

Woman: Hello,
Mr. Rameen.

We loved meeting with you,
and we wanted to offer you

the position of legal secretary.

Thank you so much, and we look
forward to working with you.

If only he'd hung in
one more day, uh?

Seems like a painful way
to go.

So, uh, case closed then?

Yeah. They did what
they thought was right.

Would've been a whole lot
easier if they'd trusted us

to start with though.

I did say eat
the pomegranate.

Hey, you wanna grab a beer?

- Hello, gentlemen!
- Uh--

Hey, Cass. Uh...

Malik, Cassidy.
Cassidy, Malik.

- Hello.
- Nice to meet you.

You ready to go?
- Yeah, my stuff's in the car.

Hey, uh, good work today.

Ross: Hi!
My name is Ross Khalighi.

The meal I'm gonna be preparing
for you

is one of my father's
Persian home dishes.

Now, he died a few years ago,

but he always taught me
to be proud of who I am.

It may not be the most
beautiful-looking dish,

but it is actually
the most delicious.

A stone mortar and pestle
is usually better, but--

What are you doing?
He doesn't want our--

- Oh!
- Okay.

Now--
- Whaddya got on the stove, man?

Both:

It seems we have a few intruders.

Where was I?
Just...

Can you not?! Um, this has to--
- Sorry.

I'll keep people out.

- Thanks.
- You go ahead.

I'm a 20-year-old, queer,
Persian Canadian,

and I am my family -

their messiness,
their big beating hearts.

It's amazing!

I am... I am so sorry.

Happy to help.

And uh...
I think I can...

help you with the translations
as well.

Look.

They're not secrets.
They're just different ways

he adjusted the dishes
to your taste.

Oh my...

Do you wanna get outta here?

Yeah.

Okay.

Ross? Dad?

Gordon: I am gonna break
your skull wide open,

you understand me?!

Idiot!

This numbskull delivery man
is trying to stop me

from taking Peggy up
to the Niagara region.

Okay, Dad. Dad, it's okay,
all right? There's nobody here.

Oh, I know you don't see him,
but I do. I do!

I see you!
- Are you two fighting?

No, I'm fighting
this hallucination

who's trying to stop me
from taking you

up to see the vineyards, okay?
- Okay.

- Jenny, we-we need to leave--
- No, I'm not leaving him--

- Jennifer, please! Now!
- Peggy, stop!

- Ow!
- What?

- Okay.
- Peggy, I barely... I... I...

Dad, hold on.

Peggy. Peggy, can you please
tell me what that was about?

I barely touched you.

Barely. What is this?

A few nights ago, Gordon was
having a hallucination.

He thought I was someone else,
then he grabbed me.

Uh, I-I did that?

I did that? Is that why
you're sleeping on the couch?

It's not your fault,
I know that.

- My God.
- Peggy, why didn't you tell me?

I'm trying to take care
of him.

If I fail at that,
then I'm... I'm...

gonna lose my place
in this family.

No, Peggy, I'm not saying
that you have to be perfect,

but you have to take care
of Dad properly.

Look, if he's having violent
episodes, I--

- I'm not violent!
- Dad, I know you're not--

I mean, all this tiptoeing
around it

is making my dementia
like worse.

I'm trying to be everything

everybody needs me to be,

but it's still not enough,
is it?

It's just... it's fine.
It's just fine.

Peggy's voice: Mommy can't look
at you.

Get her away from me!

I have to go.

I have to...

Gordon: Jenny,
Mommy's just sick.

Everything's gonna be okay.

Jenny!

There you go.