- Such a beautiful girl. Maybe in the end,
it was mercy.
- Are you coming in? It's like a pool full of my tears.
- Naomi! Naomi, come on! - No! I want you
to help me the way that your mom helps patients.
- Mary, I'd like you to meet Edmund Thorp, my father.
- Fran, you know what you did!
- No, I don't. - Peggy!
- Peg was my younger sister. She had a cradle to lower her
into the tub. One night, I just let it run
right to the top. - Francis Thorp is
a rolling stone. 12 jobs in 10 years?
- Sunrise Healthcare. Nine patients died under her watch.
- [Francis]: When someone is in pain, I have to do something
about it. - The only thing she wanted was
not to die alone. - I'm here to take
possession of the body of Lucy Oliviera.
[tense music]
- We're taking care of people.
People who have nowhere else to go.
We're giving them a safe place at the end of their lives.
We're doing a good thing. - A good thing?
Here's what I think, Nicole. Can I... can I call you Nicole?
- I prefer Miss Mitchell.
- Miss Mitchell...
I think you're innocent.
I think you, like the patients
at your hospice, have been victims
of a manipulative, dangerous and ruthless woman posing
as a doctor. - My sister is a doctor.
- Yes, but I also believe that she is a murderer.
- Oh, really? My mom...
she used to say "that and a quarter will get you 25 cents."
- It's actually "that and an eyewitness will get me a conviction."
- An eyewitness?
- Well, someone... who saw Dr. Harris
give Lucy Oliviera a lethal dose of pentobarbital.
- That is impossible because that never happened.
- Are you sure?
Miss Mitchell, let me rephrase.
I don't actually think you're innocent.
I think you know exactly what your sister does at Joys.
I think you've always known what she's done.
Just like with your mother.
So, you have a decision to make.
This is your one chance to get ahead of this.
Just tell me what you know,
and I will do everything I can to protect you.
- OK.
- The person that you're looking for... - Mm-hmm
- The manipulative... and ruthless woman
who preys on the vulnerable...
That's not Mary. It's not even close.
So, if that's what you're after, then I suggest you keep looking.
Maybe even start with your "eyewitness" because compared
to the real dangers of the world, my sister is
a God damn saint.
[door closing] Mary! Mary!
Mary, you gotta wake up right now.
- What? What's going on? - The police, they came
to the hospice. They took away Lucy's body,
and they're asking me all these questions, and they're gonna do
an autopsy! - Slow down. Tell me exactly what happened.
- I...
I just came from the police station,
and this Detective Hall, he says he has an eyewitness
who saw you kill Lucy with pento.
- What?!
- Francis. She killed this patient at your hospice,
and now she's trying to pin it on you.
- Oh, my God! - He just kept grilling me
about Joys and about you and the work that you do.
- What did you say?
- I told him you're a saint.
- It's OK.
It's gonna be OK. - Mary...
you don't get it.
He said he's gonna have
the autopsy results in 24 hours.
And if there is pento
in Lucy's body, they are going
to arrest you for murder.
[rock music]
[tense music]
[bird calling]
- This is all my fault.
If I hadn't brought Francis to the hospice--
- Mary, stop. Please.
[Ben sighing]
There's no way you could've known this would happen.
Hey...
There's only one person to blame, OK?
Come here.
[Ben sighing heavily]
We should probably get going, OK?
- Des is gonna lose his mind.
I don't know if he can handle this.
- I don't know either, but right now,
I got less than 24 hours.
Mary, we need his help if this is gonna work.
- It has to work.
- Hey... come here. [kissing sound]
[Ben sighing heavily]
[soft music]
- Des!
- You brought him?
- Yes.
- This is a nice pool.
- It's salt water.
It's like a... pool full of tears.
If I stay
like this, I drown out the voices in my head,
but one voice specifically.
- ♪♪ Let me in
- I know it's hard.
- Hard?!
If you could say that,
if you could use a word
as meaningless, as minuscule as "hard,"
then you clearly have no idea!
- Uh, Des... Des, man, I'm really sorry,
but we need your help.
- ♪ Let me in
Mary?
- ♪ Here I am
♪ Here I am
♪ Waiting
♪ For you ♪
- I have to tell you something.
[wind gusting] [bird chirping]
[footsteps]
- Mom? - Not here.
What do you think?
It's called Funeral Chic. - Do you know where she went?
- Who? - Mom!
- Whoa, someone woke up on the bitch side of the bed.
- I'm sorry. I really need to talk to her.
- Talk to who?
- Our mom. Who, by the way,
would lose her shit if she found out you were here.
- It's OK, Cambie. I'm not gonna be here for much longer.
- Well, since you did me that solid with the bracelet,
I won't tell. You're welcome.
- [whispering]: I don't wanna do this.
- Oh, God. Come on, Jess. You promised.
- Yes, I know. I know, but I don't think I can.
You can get better. You can get help.
There's... therapy...
or what... I don't...
- Then I'm gonna do it without you.
- But we don't have pento.
I don't know where my mom keeps it anymore.
And... I... I promise... I promise I'm gonna
figure out how to get some, OK? But it's not gonna
happen today, so why don't we just have...
[cupboard squeaking]
How did you know that was there?
- I'm going home. Are you coming?
[tense music]
[birds chirping]
- They're thieves! They're all thieves.
They all steal from me. Even the nurses steal from me.
I know they do! They come into my room...
- Hello, Mr. Thorp.
Do you remember me?
- Back here.
- You know, purely out of curiosity...
how do you get your hands on all that pento?
- We have friends in low places.
This is quite the departure for you, no?
- What do you mean? - Well, I'm sure when you were
swearing your policeman's oath or whatever, you didn't foresee
you'd be hiding drugs
for a felon and a wanted woman.
- Well, Mary's not a wanted woman.
- Yet.
- Well, stick to the plan, and then we will all walk away
from this, OK?
I'm- I'm sorry, man.
Lucy, right? That was- that was her name?
- Oliviera.
Lucy Oliviera.
Pain in my ass...
possibly the love of my life.
[sentimental music]
- Francis wouldn't do that.
She's a nurse. She... takes care of people.
- She's killing patients who don't wanna die.
She's done it to three people that I know of,
and I believe there are more.
Mr. Thorp...
she told me about Peggy.
[tense music]
- I never told a soul.
And I made Francis promise to never do anything like that
ever again. - But she did.
- I swear to God...
I didn't know.
If I had, I would've done... something.
- You can now. - What are you doing in here?
- I've come to invite your father to Joys.
I've discussed it with Des
and Nicole and we'd be happy to admit him.
- Like I told you, he's fine where he is.
Right, Dad?
You didn't like it in there, remember?
You complained the whole time.
- I don't remember.
[tense music]
- He's obviously confused.
- He's been fine with me.
It was nice to see you, Mr. Thorp.
I'll come visit you again very soon.
- Francis...
what have you done?
[birds chirping]
[tense music]
[bird chirping]
♪♪♪
- Bronwyn... - What are you doing here?
- We just need to talk to you, just for a second.
- What are you, her lawyer? - No. No, I'm not her lawyer.
My name is Ben Wesley, and I've been looking into the death
of your girlfriend. - The reason that she's dead is
standing right next to you, so just go. OK? I have to get back to work.
- Bronwyn, please. I'm so sorry about Leah. Truly, I am.
But I didn't do it. - Maybe not on purpose,
but that doesn't mean that she isn't dead because of you.
- [Ben]: Bronwyn, listen.
Leah's death had nothing to do with malpractice.
It was murder.
[soft music]
♪♪♪
- You're shaking.
- Yeah, I know.
- So, this is it.
- It doesn't have to be. - Yeah, it does.
- Are you scared?
- I don't feel anything anymore.
That is the problem.
- Not even sad? - No.
It's funny, really. It's just kind of like everything
that I'm... supposed
to be feeling is...
...right there,
right in front of me,
but I just can't quite...
reach it.
And everything's very gray. And everything is...
is very phony.
I can't be real.
- You can be real with me though. - Yeah, I know.
That's why I wanted you to be here.
I love you, Jess.
You are my favourite person in the entire world.
And I don't wanna bring you down anymore.
I don't want you to have to take care of me. I don't want you
to worry about me.
So, I need to do this.
I gotta do it for the both of us,
so that we can both be free.
[sniffling]
- Are you sure you can handle your father on your own?
He's quite a handful.
[chuckling] - I know he loves it here.
Money just can't cover it anymore.
I've already drained my savings. - I get it.
Nurses get half of what doctors make.
- And do twice the work.
Anyway, I wanna take care of him.
For as long as he may have left.
- You're such a good daughter, Francis.
- Thank you.
- No! I don't wanna go! I don't wanna go!
- Come on!
- She's gonna kill me! - Dad!
It's gonna be alright. Come on.
Come on. Get you in there. - Jesus Christ!
- In you go. Thank you. [Mr. Thorp groaning]
- I don't wanna go! - You're gonna be fine!
[Francis sighing heavily] Thank you.
♪♪♪
[car engine starting] [phone ringing]
- Honey, this isn't a good time.
Jess, what's wrong?
Naomi, are you OK? - No.
- Look at me.
You didn't give her any? Jess?! - No. No.
- You're sure? - Yes, I'm sure.
I'm- I pretended. I... I emptied the pento out
and I filled it with water and I thought that she would change her mind
at the last second, but she... didn't.
- OK.
OK.
[whimpering] OK.
How did this happen?
- Um, Naomi...
said that she was gonna kill herself and I didn't want her
to be alone and I... I wanted to help her
like you helped your mom... - Oh...
- ...but I... I couldn't do it and...
- Oh, thank God.
[Mary sighing]
- Naomi... look at me.
[sobbing] No, look at me.
Look at me. [sniffling]
Why are you doing this?
- It just... seems like it would be...
easier.
- Easier than what?
- Living.
- You know, I've heard that before,
from my patients. And most times,
the reason they want my help is
because living feels unbearable.
- Like your mom, right?
She- she was depressed.
- Yes.
Yeah.
She tried to take her own life
many times before she died.
- So, you helped her?
- I thought I did.
At the time.
- You don't think so anymore?
- My mother was in... so much pain.
And it- it just hurt me
to see her like that.
So, I wanted to do something...
anything...
to make it stop.
So, when she asked me to help her,
I said yes.
But I have spent every moment of my life since
wondering if I did the right thing.
- Could she have gotten better?
- Naomi... you can get better.
If you want to.
That I know for sure.
[whimpering]
Come here.
Yes, I believe people should
get to choose how to die.
But I also believe we get to choose how to live.
And it's not easy.
But life is a gift.
And we need to fight like hell for it.
Every day.
[crying]
Hey. Thank you for coming. - Yeah, of course.
OK, you two, why don't you guys go upstairs and wash up?
- Jess...
I love you.
And I'm so sorry you had to go through that alone.
I spoke to Louise. She's on her way back
from Montreal. I told her we'd keep
Naomi here until she arrives. - I won't let her out
of my sight. I promise.
- I have to go. Francis has Edmund.
- Are you... sure about this?
- No.
But this has to stop.
I can't live with any more people getting hurt.
I think about what Jess almost did... - But she didn't.
[sighing] - She's just a kid.
- So were you. You were 16 years old.
Mom should never have put you in that position.
- I know, but maybe I should've...
fought harder. - Mary, you don't need
to punish yourself anymore for what you did. And you don't
need to save everyone to make up for it either.
You just need to forgive yourself.
- I don't know if I can.
- If you didn't kill Leah, then who did?
- Well, I've been investigating another nurse,
her name is Francis Thorp.
- She was at the hospital that day.
She even talked to Leah.
- Maybe you saw her?
She's in her 50s, dirty blonde-ish hair.
- Yeah. She was at the cemetery.
It's weird. She was holding a funeral program,
said Leah was broken, maybe it was mercy.
I thought she was spying for the hospital.
- That's her. That's Francis.
I'm sorry. This must be extremely difficult.
Bronwyn, there is something
that you could do so it never happens again.
[sighing] - What?
- Go to the police. You tell them that you know
Leah had contact with this nurse right before her death.
You demand that they look into her history.
Bronwyn, I know for a fact that there have been
suspicious deaths at every single hospital
this woman has ever worked at.
- She's done this before?
Did you guys tell the cops?
- Yes.
But now, they need to hear it from you.
[kettle whistling]
[pensive instrumental music]
♪♪♪
[sighing]
- What's that?
- Earl Grey with lemon.
I know it's your favourite, Dad.
[clearing throat]
Whatever you think of me, I do know how to take care of you.
- Like you did Peg?
- I made you a promise that day,
and I kept it.
Whatever Dr. Harris said, she's lying.
- Why would she do that?
- Because I saw her kill someone.
And now, she's trying to make people believe
it was me. She's taking advantage of you
because she knows you get confused.
Dad, are you gonna believe
a woman you just met over me,
your own daughter?
[ominous music]
♪♪♪
You always loved her more.
- What?
- Everything was for her...
for your Peg.
- What are you sa-- - Even now...
after I've taken care of you for years,
you were gonna choose someone else over me.
Take her side over mine.
I was never good enough, was I, Dad?
♪♪♪
[sighing]
[kissing sound]
♪♪♪
No, no, no, no, no. Oh! Oh!
[gasping]
- I believe you and I have some unfinished business.
[recorder beeping]
- My name is Dr. Mary Harris
and I kill people.
I help terminal patients end their lives,
but only when I've determined, as a licensed physician,
that their disease is incurable and that they're suffering.
And it's always their choice.
- Well, you realize that doesn't matter, right?
Because what you're doing is against the law.
- No. - No?
- No, I mean, against the law or not,
it's the only thing that matters...
to me. - I see.
And you're telling me this because?
- Because you think I'm a danger to my patients and I'm not.
So I've come here, voluntarily,
to tell you everything I know about the person who is:
Francis Thorp.
- Mm-hmm.
We have heard that before from your boyfriend.
- This is different.
The reason I'm here now is because I'm afraid
Francis is about to hurt someone and you have to stop her.
- So, that's how you do it.
You sedate them first and then kill them.
- Why would I kill him?
He's old. He's losing his mind.
Nobody believes anything he says.
- Oh, please!
Save your stories for the police.
Although...
I'm not so sure how you'll spin this one.
Your father drugged.
A rather large stash of insulin.
Stolen, from what I can tell, in your basement.
Not to mention the boxes of pentobarbital.
- That you planted.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
[tense music]
Mary asked me to come here
to make sure that you didn't kill your own father.
Even though it would be another nail in your coffin,
she wasn't gonna let Edmund die.
- Oh... I get it.
This is about Mary.
- Yes.
I came here for Mary.
I did...
everything she asked
to make sure that we don't get punished
for your crimes.
What I'm about to do...
I'm doing for Lucy.
♪♪♪
- So what you're telling me is...
Francis went to Gail Rahimi's house
to kill her
with insulin. - That's right,
but I got there before she could finish.
- She also killed...
Dorothy Rosemond, even though Dorothy said
she didn't wanna die, also with insulin.
- Yes, she told me that day at the diner.
- And you believe that she killed Lucy Oliviera
as well? - Yes.
- But with pento?
It's strange that she would
change her M.O. like that.
- She's trying to frame me. That's why she called you.
- Dr. Harris, you make...
a very compelling case.
But there's just one problem:
I have two women, you and Francis,
both in very, very intimate proximity
to three murdered people,
now pointing the finger at each other.
How do I know what's the truth?
- There's another patient that I believe Francis Thorp killed.
A patient I had absolutely no contact with
and I can prove it.
[suspenseful music]
[phone ringing]
[indistinct speaking over radio]
- Hall. - Jesus, I should've known.
- I'm advising you-- - You're advising me.
- Look, hear me out. I know you need something
in your back pocket, a place to start the investigation
that doesn't involve Mary. So, this is where you start.
This is Bronwyn Peters,
and she believes her girlfriend
was murdered by Francis Thorpe.
- I'm- I'm sorry
about your girlfriend. She was sick. She was in pain.
She was dying anyway. I didn't hurt her. I--
- YOU HURT ME!
- NO!
- You see this? Hmm?
- NO! - Lucy did. This is a special cocktail I made.
It's just like the one you made for Lucy.
But I'm not gonna sedate you first.
[Francis whimpering] No. Because I want you
to understand that this...
this is what you do to people!
This is how it feels to have no choice!
[coughing and sobbing]
[sirens blaring]
[groaning]
[buzzing]
- Well, Mary...
I have to admit, that was smart.
Especially that little stunt with Des.
- All I heard was he got you a glass of water.
- It didn't have to be this way,
you know. - Yes, it did.
I couldn't let you keep hurting innocent people.
[laughing]
- Are you innocent, Mary?
- This isn't about me.
It's about the patients.
It's about Lucy.
And Leah. And Dorothy.
And all the other people you killed who didn't want to die!
It should've been their choice!- No one wants to die!
But we all do. - We found it in her basement.
- Jesus Christ.
- It's like a table of contents for the list
of suspicious deaths you gave me.
- So this is it, right? Your big serial killer case?
- Her father was at the house, like you said.
Found him drugged, along with a shitload of insulin and pento.
- So, what do you need Mary in there for?
- It was her idea. She wanted a face-to-face with Francis.
- I've been a nurse for a long time.
I know what my patients are facing
better than they do. Putting them out of their misery
is the humane thing to do.
- Francis, it's not mercy.
It's murder.
- You're forgetting one thing.
I know everything about you, Mary.
I know what you do.
- So do the police.
- They know you kill people?
- Yes, I told them.
[chuckling]
- Are you recording this?
- I'm doing it for my own peace of mind.
Just trying to remove any doubt that these two
were working together. - And the other recording?
The one with you and Mary in the office?
- I could get charged with obstruction if I don't keep it.
- We both know you wouldn't do something stupid like that.
Expose yourself...
for the greater good.
- I did what I had to to make you stop.
- Could you stop?
- Excuse me? - What if I
told you...
I would never help
another patient.
Can you honestly say you would stop?
COULD YOU STOP?!
- Easy. - It's not the same thing.
- [laughing]: Oh my God, Mary.
I'm so sick and tired of this holier than thou act.
- Mary's not the danger here.
You've got the real killer.
- Well, let's call it insurance.
Whether or not that tape sees the light of day,
that's up to Mary.
But she has to close Joy's.
- Don't try to be noble.
You're just greedy.
You want them all to yourself.
Because there can only be one angel of mercy
DR. MARY HARRIS!
[tense music]
- Well, the truth is out there now.
And at least I can say
I did it for the patients...
...to give them a good death.
[crying]
[soft instrumental music]
I feel bad I'm not doing anything.
- You're growing a human being inside of you.
I think you're OK.
- It's kind of cool, actually, that I'm gonna be a big sister.
I can impart my wisdom on the baby.
- Like what?
- Well, I've decided that, I mean, if birth is a miracle,
then death must be too.
And I gotta say, I find that reassuring.
Maybe he will too. - OK.
- Um, I should head out. - Slacker.
- No, no, it's fine. I can finish on my own.
- OK. - For both of us?
- Sure.
♪♪♪
- What are you grinning about?
- Nothing.
[chuckling]
[knocking] - Hey.
You up for a visitor?
- Please get in here. The school reading list is
rotting my brain.
- You haven't been answering my texts.
- I know. Sorry. They, um... they discourage
cell phone use here. - Fascists.
- I know, right?
- So how are you, really?
- Well, um...
...I've officially been diagnosed.
I'm bipolar.
So I'm taking a bunch of meds and stuff.
And I'm in therapy which, if we're being honest
with ourselves, was a long time coming.
- That's really good.
And how is your mom? - She's terrible.
She's all over me. I'm never gonna get rid of her again.
Oh, my God, Jess. I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry for putting you
through all of this. You're probably gonna be like,
mentally scarred for the rest of your life because of me. - No.
I'm not.
You actually
kind of helped me.
- How?
- Well, this whole thing made me realize
that I...
really do wanna be a doctor.
I want to be able to help people.
- Wow.
I'm glad you got something out of this whole crazy thing.
Honestly. - I'm just glad you're better.
- I'm not better.
Yet.
But I'm alive.
[uplifting instrumental music]
- [Nicole]: It was just time.
All good things must come to an end, as they say.
- Well, what will you do now that Joy's is closing?
- I don't know. I mean, I've been
taking care of other people for so long.
- Well... I'm gonna miss this place.
And you, of course.
- Obviously, Terry. I was the best part of this place.
Let's be real. - So, the hospital's OK
with you going in a little late?
- Please. They owe me.
- I'm glad you could make it.
- I may have just been moonlighting here,
but I still care.
- You really do, don't you? - Shut up.
[both chuckling] - [older man]: Des?
I've got something for you.
It's from Lucy.
- ♪♪ Why would we go back anywhere ♪
Well, it was good while it lasted, wasn't it?
- William?
It's been our pleasure having you here at Joy's.
I'm sorry it has to end like this.
Hopefully, this parting gift
will help ease the transition.
- Thank you, Des.
- ♪ Dreaming of distant states
♪ Where we can finally get away ♪♪
♪♪♪
- Feel OK about Joy's closing?
- Hey, I own an estate now.
There must be at least 10 rooms I still have to find.
Plenty to keep me busy. - You know,
despite how it turned out, I still think
we did a good thing. - And you didn't
end up in jail. - Also a good thing.
- So now, we just...
- Keep it simple. - Right, back to basics.
[vehicle driving past]
[rock music]
- Hi. I'm Mary.
♪♪♪
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♪ Run on for a long time
♪ Sooner or later, God'll cut you down ♪
♪ Sooner or later, God'll cut you down ♪♪
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