Hello?
Lemme guess, you're minutes away.
Uh, yeah, I'm trying. Uh, but...
the traffic in this city gets worse every day.
Hey, buddy! This ain't a parking lot!
Shade. I called you on your house phone.
Oh. You were supposed to be here
fifteen minutes ago. Why live in the past?
I'll see you soon.
That was pathetic.
Everyone's a critic.
For Pete's sake! Yeah, I told you, I'm on my way...
Oh, sorry. Yeah, this is Mr. Shade.
Dr. Plummer? What test results?
That's for me.
Aren't you late? You should haul butt, huh?
Yeah.
Yeah, hi, this is, uh... Don Shade.
Look at it, it's magnificent. You ever been inside?
Last year, for a concert. As in classical?
As in Arcade Fire. Ah!
You? Closest I ever got
to classical music was dating an oboe player.
Talk about a great set of lungs.
Now you just blow your own horn.
Antoine Tremblay. Angie Everett.
This is my partner, Matt Shade.
Wunderkind conductor of the Ontario Symphony!
I've read all about you! We can't believe
everything we read. Or see.
Which is why I called you. How can we help you?
I need you
to find my fiancée, Laura Caspary.
She's the love of my life.
Have you filed a missing persons' report with the police?
No point. They won't listen to me.
What makes you say that?
Because Laura has been dead for a year.
I met Laura when she came to the orchestra.
She played first violin.
In the beginning, we tried to deny our feelings.
Office romances can be difficult.
But, um... we fell in love.
And got engaged. The last night I saw her,
we went to our favorite restaurant. I got
an emergency call. I had to come back
to fill in for the Pops conductor, who was sick.
And Laura? I never saw her again.
Next day, I get a call from the police.
They said she went sailing. Her boat was found
washed up on shore. I couldn't believe it.
I can understand that. No, I mean, Laura would not
have gone sailing by herself. At night?
During a storm? That's crazy!
I remember hearing about this in the news. The police said...
I don't care! They never found her body.
But it's been a year. I never stopped hoping.
And then, yesterday, it happened.
I saw her.
As in... a ghost?
I was looking out my office window, when I saw her
cross the street.
For a second, I couldn't
believe my eyes. So I took a picture.
By the time I got to the sidewalk,
she disappeared. But... look...
That's her blue scarf. I know it.
That's not a ghost.
That's Laura!
Poor guy. It's enough
to break your heart. You think he's imagining things?
No! I think he truly believes that he saw his fiancée.
His dead fiancée.
There is that.
Those headlights behind us have been there for a while now.
You think we're being followed?
Aw, forget it. All this talk about ghosts
has just got my nerves on edge.
You know, it's probably no coincidence that Antoine's
sighted Laura right around the one-year anniversary
of her death. Yeah.
Sometimes you want something so bad, you just can't believe
it's not there. Yeah.
Wouldn't hurt to talk to the police, though.
Get the official download. I'll tell Maz to put the coffee on.
Don't you mean Nolan? Homicide investigates all fatalities,
even accidents.
But you already knew that. Unless, of course,
there's some reason... There isn't!
Have you guys even seen each other since...
No.
But things aren't... Awkward?
Your word. Don't be ridiculous, OK?
Nolan and I are both adults. In fact,
it'll be good to see him again. Sing it, sister!
Angie. Hey. You busy?
Depends what you have in mind.
Of course, you're... working a case.
Sort of. If you've got a minute...
Is this how it's gonna be now? We can go to someone else.
Nah... What's the case?
Laura Caspary. She went out sailing about a year ago.
And never came back. You remember it?
Yeah, it was a high profile case. My team handled
the investigation. Who's your client?
Antoine Tremblay. Laura's fiancé.
And Antoine wants you to... Find Laura.
What, her body? No. Her!
He claims he saw her yesterday. Alive.
And you're taking this man's money? We just wanted to know
if there was any way Th... No. No way.
Laura Caspary took her sailboat out alone and a storm hit.
Few days later, her boat washed up on the rocks,
broken, bloodstained, just outside of Cobourg.
Coroner's official report was that she got hit by the boom
and fell overboard. But you never found the body?
Not unusual. It's a big lake. Had Laura ever gone out
sailing alone before? At night? In a storm?
Doesn't matter, she did, that night.
So, that's it? The best thing you can do
for your client is tell him to move on with his life,
OK? Not every love story
has a happy ending.
Hey, partner, you OK? Yeah, never better.
Listen, if you wanna talk about it...
Rain check. I'm gonna... call it an early night.
We'll hit it fresh in the morning.
OK.
Goat intestines, sheep entrails...
Also, donkey membranes. On second thought...
And then they stretch them and twist them into strings
for instruments. Which brings us to violins.
And Laura. OK, now I understand.
Sorry. Wikipedia is like Satan's candy for me.
Anyway, Laura's Ameechee page went dark the day
she disappeared. Ditto on the credit cards, cell phone,
yada yada. Any friends, surviving family?
Her mother is alive, but currently has a front row seat
in God's waiting room.
The Sunland Rest Home. Oh.
From her old posts, the only buds Laura had were
fellow musicians, and nobody else has come forward.
Except our client. And as much as it pains me to admit it,
I think Nolan may be right; it is kinda cruel
to give Antoine false hope. What about what he said
about her sailing trip? How she'd never go out at night?
Or into a storm? Well, it does sound strange,
I'll admit, but... the bottom line is,
we don't have any evidence that this woman is still alive.
She is. What, so now
you're sipping the Kool-Aid? Not Laura.
This woman. Look, she's not even walking.
She's actually stopped on the sidewalk. Almost as if
she's looking over at the concert hall.
Maybe she's lost. Or a tourist.
Or maybe she knows someone in the building...
or in the orchestra. Someone who could identify her.
No. I mean, maybe. Maybe you know her?
No, maybe she does look a little like Laura. But, honey,
put me in a red wig and sunglasses and so would I.
Not a toy.
Sorry. You were saying?
Just that they were in love.
Everyone could see it before they did.
This photograph was taken yesterday, just outside.
Do you recognize this woman? No, should I?
You think she looks like Laura?
Yes, actually.
And Laura used to always wear a blue scarf, but...
obviously that can't be her. I mean, Laura's dead.
Thanks.
I remember that blue scarf.
That poor, dear man. Antoine?
They say time heals all wounds,
but don't you believe them. In fact, I heard...
I probably shouldn't... Oh, it's... just us girls.
Rumour has it he's still paying rent on her apartment.
Excuse me? It's like he's keeping
a shrine to a dead woman.
Isn't it romantic?
That's beautiful.
Chopin's Nocturne in E flat.
Laura's favorite. Antoine, we're sorry, we...
haven't found anything to prove that Laura's alive.
I know what I saw.
Who I saw. I know you want it to be true.
Have you never met someone...
someone so special you knew it was...
I don't know, fate... destiny?
Call it whatever you want, but Laura and I
had something magical. We understand...
No, you don't! And nothing you say
will convince me that she's gone.
Is that why you're paying the rent on her old apartment?
I guess that's my way of keeping her alive.
After the funeral, I locked up her place...
haven't been inside since then. Even yesterday,
after you saw the woman on the street?
I drove over to Laura's apartment,
but... I couldn't bring myself to go in.
I sat parked outside, all day and night. Hoping,
praying she would come back.
What if we go back to her apartment,
and... go inside with you?
If she's alive and... came back,
there'll be signs. And if not...
maybe it's time you let her go.
Excuse me. Have you ever seen anyone from this apartment?
Oh, only been here a couple of months. But no, I guess
I always assumed it was empty. It's a great building.
Are you movin' in? Just checking on a friend.
Thanks.
It's now or never.
She hasn't been here. No one's been here.
It's just as I left it a year ago.
We're sorry Antoine.
I've been a fool. Believing in some fantasy...
Don't be so hard on yourself.
She loved her record collection.
The top is open. So?
Well, there's dust and fingerprints on top,
but the platter inside is clean. There's no dust...
This turntable's been opened within the last day or so.
It's gone! What's gone?
Laura's favorite record. Chopin's Nocturne in E flat!
She always kept it on the turntable.
The cover's gone, too. She was here!
Whoa, slow down... Antoine...
Laura is alive!
Laura was here. She had to be.
Let's not jump to conclusions. But no one else has a key.
They wouldn't need one. The lock on the apartment door
is a 1980's, two tumbler model. Anyone with a credit card
could crack it. What are you saying?
Someone... could be playing a joke on you.
No one I know would do something so cruel.
People do some strange things.
Even now, you don't think she's alive.
Why don't I just write you
a cheque, and we forget everything? I'll find
someone else who'll believe me. It's not that we don't believe you.
There's belief... then there's proof.
So what are you waiting for? Go find it.
You know, maybe he's right. Maybe we haven't fully committed
to the case.
I mean, sure, the circumstances surrounding Laura's disappearance
are a bit hinky, but if she didn't die
in that sailing accident... then where is she?
I think I'll put a chocolate fountain in the office.
Maybe take up pole dancing...
shave my head... Uh huh...
Am I boring you? What?
No, I... swear to God
we're being followed again.
Speed up! I did.
So slow down. I did. But they're still behind us.
Hang on.
You see? It's nothing.
Hey Dad! What you up to? Hey!
Just, uh... taking care of business.
What have you got there? Sal's special
deep-dish meat-lovers. Ah, nice!
Does it come with a defibrillator?
No, but it comes with an ice-cold six-pack
and some big screen hockey. Thanks, Matt.
But, uh, I think I'm gonna take a pass tonight.
OK, fine, no hockey. How about Dancing With The Stars?
Your favourite arthritic soap star with the bad nose job
is in the finals. As tempting as that may be,
I think I'm gonna turn in early.
Is everything OK? Yeah, yeah. Just, uh...
I got a few stomach cramps.
Nothing that a Pepto Bismol and good night sleep won't cure.
Good night, Son. Good night, Dad.
You're in early. Couldn't sleep.
Everything OK? Yeah.
I dunno. Dad's been a little off lately.
A doctor's been calling the house,
and then, last night, I caught him getting his estate in order.
What did he say?
When you asked him about it. No. No-no-no,
that's not how things work in the Shade household.
Besides, he just woulda lied about it. You're serious?
"Suck it up, buttercup." Just like he used to be
back on the ice. Take a high stick
in the face, come up smiling. Wow...
men really are from Mars. Yeah. 'Cause Mars is cool.
You know, after my dad died, the only things
I regretted were the things I didn't say.
Duly noted. Got it!
I had Antoine send over a high-res copy
of the photo he took. Figured we could take one more look
at our mystery woman. You think we missed something?
Pierced ear, mole, birthmark. Anything that could ID her.
Good idea. Prove she's not Laura, and maybe give
our heartbroken client some peace.
Everett, you sly dog. Turns out you are a romantic at heart.
Tell anyone and I'll have to kill you.
Alright, zoom in.
That's weird. Always works on CSI.
Zoom back out.
Wait, look.
A taxi.
Two... four, eight, seven?
Antoine said by the time he got down to the street,
the woman had disappeared.
What if our ghost just hailed a cab?
Thank you.
Well, that looked promising. He remembers the woman.
Said she was nervous. Don't suppose she used
a credit card? Cash. But get this:
he says he drove her to the Sunland Rest Home.
Wait a minute, that's the same rest home where Laura's mother is.
You have been paying attention.
You say you're old friends of Laura's?
Yes, we know her from school.
Even as a young child, she was so talented.
Shame you weren't here yesterday.
Why is that? You would have seen her.
Seen her? Laura! She was here.
We could have all had tea together. I love
to hear young people talk. Mrs. Caspary...
Martha, please! Martha,
are you sure Laura was here yesterday?
Why yes, of course! She was even wearing
the blue scarf I got her for Christmas.
Hello, Martha! Time for your medication.
Laura, look who's here.
Some old friends of yours.
Alzheimer's? And congestive heart failure.
I'm afraid she doesn't have much time left.
And she didn't have any visitors yesterday?
All visitors sign in at the front desk.
I would've been called. Alright, well, thank you.
Thanks.
Do you mind?
Martha,
where did you get this? It was a gift.
From who? From Laura. She brought it
with her yesterday. Such a thoughtful daughter.
Really appreciate you bending the rules... Gerald.
Please; Gerry. You in the mood for something spicy?
Real "mesquite flavoured". Huh?
Tempting, but no thanks. Yeah.
Wonder what "mesquite" is, anyway.
The nurse was right; no visitors yesterday.
Still more nothing.
The cabbie said he dropped her off around 2pm. Scroll faster.
Hey Gerry, what's that door?
Uh, rear exit.
Gotta keep an eye on the old birds in case they try
and fly away. Here, that's, uh...
yesterday.
What's... dextrose?
He was that serial killer
who killed all the other serial killers.
You guys sure you're with the National Security Agency?
Wait, stop. Oh my God.
It is Laura.
Looks like our ghost is real.
What, she looks a bit like Laura.
So do a thousand other women. You're kidding, right?
Why would someone who's not Laura,
but looks like Laura, go see Laura's mother
in a rest home and bring her one of Laura's own records!?
Off the top of my head...
pensioner scam.
A... woman pretends to be the daughter of an Alzheimer's patient,
gets her "mom" to sign over the life savings.
But what about the... Lemme ask you something.
If Laura is alive, why hasn't she come forward?
How closely did you look into her life? Her past?
Very closely. What if you missed something?
Look, we're done here, OK? But the video! I mean...
Laura Caspary is dead. OK?
If you two have any decency left, you'll stop torturing
your client and shut it down. Now.
It's not a request.
What the hell was that? Some kind of payback
because you two...? Don't go there.
What other explanation is there? Why else
would he deny the video? Nolan was angry,
but not about me... Us. I'd swear something about this case
is tweaking him. You know, you might be right.
About him screwing up the initial investigation?
Yeah, but on the other hand, he has a point.
I think I liked it better when I was right.
If Laura is alive, why hasn't she come forward?
I mean why fake your own death? And hide from everyone,
including Antoine. Unless...
Unless she wanted to get away from her fiancé.
Maybe she wanted out for good.
You know, my dad always used to say
everyone leaves a trail. You just have to know where to look.
We have been looking. Let's go back to the agency,
revisit the case board. There's gotta be something
we're missing. Can I meet you there?
Gotta swing by Shona's diner and pick up Jules.
As long as you bring me lunch. You good with jerk?
Don't you dare say you already work with one.
Hey, Honey. Hey, Dad...
What are you working on? I'm glad you asked.
It's a "sosh" paper about the global economic crisis.
Which reminds me;
how 'bout that raise in my allowance?
I thought I smelled a setup. Talk to your mother.
Hey, where's my dad? Uh, Shona ran out
of toilet paper and he volunteered to go get some.
Ooh, I do not miss the restaurant business..
Hey, Matt! Hey!
Can I get you something? Uh, yeah. Two jerk chickens
and whatever you're putting in Don's lunch to make him shop for you.
Your dad is not afraid to get his hands dirty.
No, he is not.
Hey, uh, he's been spending
a lot of time here, lately. Have you noticed
anything off about him? I don't follow.
You know, has he mentioned anything to you about...
how he's doing? Family business
is not my business. Something you want to ask your father,
you should probably ask him yourself. I'm gonna get
your order. Thanks.
What's all this? It's the timeline
of Laura's final day. Twelve o'clock,
Laura had a rehearsal at the orchestra. Three o'clock, gym.
Four o'clock, back to work. Until dinner with Antoine at seven.
And...
he paid the check with his credit card, an hour later.
Bit of a stingy tipper, "B-T-Dubs".
Then, Antoine gets an emergency call, he heads back
to work to fill in for the sick Pops conductor.
At which point in time Laura heads down to the marina
to go sailing. Even though she's alone,
it's dark... and a storm's coming up.
Doesn't make sense. You know what else
doesn't make sense? Where's her $75,000
Bertoldo violin? It's in all these pictures. That violin
was her prized possession. It wasn't in her apartment.
I didn't see it listed on the police inventories.
Antoine, maybe?
I already checked. He doesn't have it either.
Why would a woman
be willing to walk away from her entire life?
Just leave, everyone, everything?
Valuable instruments like that have serial numbers.
For insurance records. So if we can't track Laura...
maybe we can track her violin.
Thank you for seeing us, Mr. Belaustro.
My pleasure. A good cup of coffee
is like a good violin;
they both deserve patience,
respect and a gentle touch.
Sugar? Oh, no thank you.
A purist. I like that. I take two lumps.
So sorry, only one cup.
You were saying, about the violin? The insurance company
said you're the only person Laura trusted to repair it.
True. She was such a nice lady.
So sad what happened to her. But at least the instrument
stayed within the family. Wait a second;
t-hat's Laura's violin? Mmhm.
And what do you mean it "stayed within the family"?
Laura's sister is in town visiting. A courier
dropped the violin off a couple of days ago for a minor repair.
Would you have the name of that sister?
Hm!
A Mrs. Heidi Weston, Salt Spring Island, BC.
Is that who you're looking for? And you're sure it's the same violin?
Oh, yes. The serial numbers match perfectly.
Let me get you
some biscotti to go with that espresso.
I love biscotti. And... he doesn't care.
Laura doesn't have a sister. That was her!
Your dad was right. Everyone leaves a trail.
Look, she used Zephyr Courier Services.
I wonder where they picked the violin up from.
Well, there's only one way to find out.
Well? Free HBO
and Magic Fingers beds! And?
Heidi Weston. Room 201.
There's someone moving around in there.
Yeah, we spooked her.
Alright, stand back.
Oh...
Hello, Laura.
You even take a breath, you're dead.
Nolan! Angie.
You just couldn't leave it alone, could you?
I knew you were lying to us.
So, who's this? Sergeant Pamela Blake.
The Feds! Well, I think
someone owes us an explanation.
Last year, Laura witnessed a murder.
Big mob hit. The hitman
is still on the loose. High profile case and Laura
is our only witness. So that's why
she's in the witness protection program.
It was only supposed to be for a little while.
We've been tracking Dennis Farrow, the hitman
unfortunately he remains at large.
You didn't tell Antoine any of this?
How? It would have put his life in jeopardy. Not to mention
destroying his career. I couldn't do that to him.
So you faked your own death? It was safer for everyone
that way. That is until a couple of days ago,
when I got the call from Nolan. I heard she'd gone AWOL,
so, I followed her out here. Why did you come back?
Why now?
My mother's dying.
I just wanted to see her one last time. I even brought
my blue scarf, so she'd recognize me. And the Chopin album.
And even more dangerous, you walked right past
the concert hall. I never thought Antoine
would look out his window at that exact moment.
Must be fate.
Or bad judgment.
You put your own life and this entire investigation at risk.
I don't care anymore.
I'm tired
of running.
I just wanted to see my old life again. I wanted
to pretend like I was normal.
Is it true Antoine hired you?
How is he? He's not great.
He never gave up hoping that you were alive.
He never stopped loving you.
It's been so hard on me, I just can't imagine
what it's done to him. I mean I wasn't trying to hurt him.
I was trying to protect him.
I love him so much.
So, now you know, much more than you ever
needed to. Case closed.
So, what happens to Laura? Heidi
is gonna be on the next plane, back to BC.
You're gonna convince Antoine the woman he saw wasn't Laura.
And any further interference in this federal case will result
in charges of obstruction and subsequent prosecution.
I will see to that myself.
You heard what the Sergeant said.
OK, let's look at our options.
Right. Number one, we tell our client the truth.
Yeah, like...
Hey, Bud, awesome news. Laura's alive.
But, Ooh! Bummer! She's
in the witness protection program.
And now we've just put his life in danger, too.
Not to mention the part where we get arrested
for obstructing justice. So,
option B:
We lie to Antoine. Tell him
that Laura is really, truly, sincerely dead.
Despite the fact that we know the truth:
the woman of his dreams is alive.
And that she's just as miserable without him as he is without her.
Right when he's getting his hopes up again. I mean, that
could crush him for life. How could you do that?
Me?! Well, I'm certainly not gonna
be the one to break his heart all over again.
Neither am I! We need a decision. Zoe...?
She's pretending to ignore us. Who's pretending? I'm not
getting involved in this.
Is that the murder Laura witnessed?
Last year. Turf war ends with mob execution.
The hitman's still AWOL. Stop. Wait.
The wanted poster. Yeah, Dennis Farrow.
That's the hitman Laura saw. Look familiar?
Why, it's the neighbour from Laura's apartment building.
Has he been a step ahead of us all along?
Or one step behind. Remember all those times I thought I was being tailed?
Did he follow us to the motel?
Ah Dammit. Zoe... Already dialing.
Hello, Sergeant Blake,
I've got... Everett and Shade.
[Which part of goodbye don't the two of you understand?
We may have a situation. Are you with Laura?
Of course. It doesn't sound
like you're in a car. We pulled over for a minute.
Laura needed a restroom. Uh, hold on, are you
with her right this second? Well, right this second,
she's with the toilet. Guys,
really? You need a new hobby. We have reason
to believe the hitman, Farrow, followed us to the motel.
The hell you talking about? We saw his picture,
it's a long story. Could you check on Laura?
Now, please!
Laura?
Dammit! What?
She's gone.
If you two had just listened to me in the first place...
You lied to us. I was doing my job, trying
to protect the young woman. If you'd trusted us
with the truth, none of us would be in this mess right now.
Let's go for a walk. I gotta take this upstairs.
You two, go home.
I guess the best
we can hope for is that Farrow doesn't have her.
Yet. To think of her
just out there on her own. And we have no idea where she is.
Or do we...?
Antoine...
Laura?
I never stopped believing. I know. They told me.
Let me look at you. There's something I have
to tell you. Something I should've told you a year ago.
I'm sorry... It doesn't matter!
You're here now.
Laura, thank god. You gotta come with us.
Just let me explain...
Down! Down!
It's him! We're sitting ducks, here.
We gotta move. You take Antoine, I'll take Laura?
OK. Antoine... Guys...
They need a distraction. C'mon, Antoine!
Go, go!
Nolan?
Get down to the concert hall. Farrow's here.
Now where?
We're under the orchestra pit. That leads
to the maintenance tunnels and a fire exit to the street.
Oh! Too late.
Plan B.
If we're lucky,
there'll be an escape pod at the top.
This isn't exactly the escape pod I was hoping for.
There's a staircase that goes down to the loading dock.
If we can get there, we can get out.
OK.
Oh!
Antoine!
This is all my fault.
He's gonna kill us both. Ah, come on,
what kind of attitude is that?
Hey, Farrow! Clearly you have us at a disadvantage!
Yeah, you're a genius.
You know, in the movies...
this is the point where... the hero always tries to talk sense
into the gunman.
I'm not gonna try to do that.
First of all, you're too smart.
Secondly, I'm not a hero.
So, if you want the girl...
she's all yours! What are you doing!?
You gotta trust me. What?!
I got this.
And I was never here.
Go! Go-go-go! GO!
They're heading to the eastern wall.
Wait!
The loading dock's through there.
Stand back. What are you gonna do?
Nothing that six months of physio and my favorite bottle
of Macallan won't take care of!
Ah... Ah...
Here it is.
Let's go.
Please... no... Nothing personal,
you were just at the wrong place at the wrong time.
You know what, I changed my mind. Let's talk about this.
You and me, man to man. I'm gonna like
killing you first. Drop your weapon!
He's gone.
Thanks, Nolan.
I didn't know you cared.
I just didn't want the extra paperwork.
How the hell did you find us? Luckily, I can run like hell
and speed dial at the same time.
Thank god you're safe. I am.
Is it really over?
Welcome back, Laura.
I can't believe it. We're free.
Guess we kinda helped you wrap up a year-long manhunt.
And I'm grateful for that. You're welcome.
Which is why I'm gonna make the both of you a promise.
I promise that... if I ever
catch you interfering in a federal investigation again,
I'll dump both your asses in jail and throw away the key.
Understood.
And thanks. Hey.
Hate to break up a good team.
He's a great guy. He is.
Can't believe the two of y... Stop.
I mean, he's handsome, intelligent, honest...
Oh my god! Do you wanna date him?
Ah crap! It's my Dad...
I thought this might happen. What?
He's called a family meeting. This could be big. And bad.
Well, do you want me to go with? Not that you need the support...
No, of course not. OK.
But...
would you mind?
Of course.
In fact, I insist.
No, Grandpa didn't tell me anything.
Shh... here he comes.
Hey, guys. Um...
OK. So...
Oh, God... What?
Look, Dad, I know we've never talked like this, but...
whatever it is... I'm here for you, OK?
That's very kind of you, Matt.
It's very strange, but it's very kind.
OK. So... here it is.
I have... bought into
Shona's diner.
We're now full partners. What?
Yeah. Grandpa, that's
so cool! Yeah!
Wh... that's it?
You and... Shona, you're... business partners?
Yeah! But Dad,
the doctors, the lawyers, the estate planning...
I was just getting my ducks in a row.
Dad, I thought you were dying! Really?
No. No.
No! Far from it!
In fact, the doc says that, uh, I'll be around
long enough to be a great grandfather. No pressure, Jules.
Grandpa, gross!
Now since you're all here... Ah, Shona's new
jerk recipe. Ah...
This guy ate my last batch all in one sitting.
Yeah, and it's worth the stomach cramps, believe me.
I hope it's nice and spicy. Trust me, girl,
you have never tasted anything like it.
Mm, Fiona... Unbelievable! Huh?
Mm! Really good.
See you tomorrow, mom.
See, partner...
some love stories do have happy endings.
Bravo!