- Two new cases.
Nora's a widow. 80. Acute renal failure.
She's choosing not to do dialysis.
And Joel has an inoperable brain tumor.
I gave them both your number.
- Joel?
[both moaning]
- You had sex with our target.
- We arrest her. End of story.
- Is this your mom's? - She's not a drug dealer.
She's a doctor.
- Naomi collapsed onstage.
- Honey, what did you take?
- That stuff that was in your shed.
Please don't tell my mom.
- I think Naomi's lying.
These bottles. They were right here.
- It's for Casper. He needs to be put down.
- I, Troy Dixon, choose to take my life.
- Pentobarbital with champagne.
[gentle music]
[Chubby Checker's "Let's Twist Again" playing]
- * Come on, everybody, clap your hands *
- Okay, ladies, let's see this.
And up, down.
And up.
And four,
three, two, one.
Let's just twist. Whoo!
- * Let's twist again
* Like we did last summer - Twist it out! Come on!
- * Come on let's twist again *
- Shake 'em! - * Twisting time is here
- Whoo! Here we go!
- * Round and round and up and down we go *
[muffled music]
* Yeah let's twist again
* Like we did last year
[music returns to full volume] * Come on, twist again
* Twisting time is here
* Bop, bop
[women chattering]
- Legs feeling better, Nora? - Much.
The swelling's gone down.
- Oh, the water always helps.
Well, see you next Friday.
- Good-bye, Edith.
[gentle music]
* *
[birds calling]
Edward and I used to come here every weekend.
We'd sit here just where you two are right now
and watch the birds.
- How was your swim, Nora? - Oh, it was lovely,
just to be in the water one last time.
And thank you for accommodating me,
meeting me here.
I know it's a risk, but this is such a beautiful place to die.
- A little risk makes life exciting, doesn't it?
- Do you have any questions or concerns?
Anything on your mind?
- You've been wonderful.
I'm just happy to have this choice.
[cork pops]
Edward was a scientist.
He always used to tell me,
energy is not created or destroyed.
It just is.
[poignant music]
I believe every bit of him is still around,
just in a different form.
*
- That's beautiful.
- It's true.
*
[waves crashing]
- She's gone.
I'm sure.
- Never gonna let it go, are you?
- See? This is how it should be.
Say good-bye when you're ready in a place you love.
- It should be, but it's not, so let's skedaddle.
- Someone will find her, right?
- Oh, God, yeah. One hour, this place will be
swarming with people.
Oh, she left us a tip.
$5 each. Classic grandma.
- Aww.
- What about Joel?
- What about him? - Oh, come on.
[sighs]
- I was reviewing the journals on GBM tumors last night,
and there are several new treatment options.
- Oh, my God, you had sex with him,
and now you think you two are gonna live happily ever after.
He's dying. And you are such a woman.
- I'm not a woman. I'm a doctor.
I'm doing my due diligence.
- Yeah, you are, duly and diligently.
[bluesy rock music]
* *
- Mary.
- Hi.
- Hey. [both laugh softly]
- Do you want anything?
The coffee here is-- it's bad.
It's very bad.
- I'm used to bad coffee.
You know, hospitals and all.
- I used to work in a place like this when I was in med school.
Covered my coffee, covered my rent.
- Really? So no help from Mom and Dad?
- No mom, no dad.
I'm sorry it took me a couple days to get back to you.
But I still want to help.
- Great. I mean, that--that is great.
- So, as you know, glioblastoma progresses quickly.
Everything looks fine, and then you get one bad cell.
And then it multiplies, and it multiplies...
- And it multiplies, yeah. So, why are you telling me this?
- Joel, the thing is, people are working on it.
It's actually quite exciting.
And a friend of mine is doing a clinical trial next month.
He's looking for candidates.
- You're serious?
- Yeah.
- Jesus. Now she's trying to save me.
Just roll with me, okay? I'm gonna break her.
- Joel, wait!
- [sighs]
- You'd be perfect for one of these trials.
I mean, you're young. You're strong.
- You know, I've had so much chemo and radiation--
enough to kill everything inside of me except the tumor...
in my brain, which is probably
the only part of me I ever really liked.
- I'm only trying to help you.
- You really think there's something to fix, Mary?
There's nothing to fix, okay? I'm dying.
So, this--this whole thing you're doing, it's...
it's mean.
[tense music]
*
- Joel.
*
[engine turns over]
[tires squeal]
*
- I need to ask you something, Mom.
- What is it, love?
- Can you make me a grilled cheese sandwich?
'Cause I'm really hungry.
- [laughs softly]
You little shit.
[door opens]
- How you doing, Yvonne?
- [murmuring]
- No more hospitals. No more treatments.
No more.
- I want to-- I want to go home.
- Okay.
I'll speak to the doctor today and try and get you discharged.
I can connect you with the hospital's palliative care.
- [murmurs]
No.
Charlie, no.
- Charlie, what is it?
- My mom wants to know
how much morphine it would take to...
- I'm sorry.
I can't tell you that.
I have someone that I can refer you to.
An independent end-of-life counselor
who can give you further recommendations.
*
Just trust me.
* *
This one's urgent.
Yvonne Kowalchuk. ALS.
It's bad. Late stages.
Well, end stages, really.
She was released this morning,
and her son's been caring for her.
- I quit.
- It won't last.
- You underestimate my willpower.
Um, how old is her son?
- Charlie. 15.
- And he understands?
- He supports his mother's decision wholeheartedly.
He's a great kid.
- Nora.
- Nora? I thought this would be for Joel.
- Joel is still with us.
This isn't a same-day delivery service, okay?
I haven't yet confirmed he's a good candidate.
- He's terminal. He wants to die.
- I know, and he's exhibiting all the symptoms of brain tumor:
highs and lows, erratic behavior.
I just want to make sure he knows what he wants.
- Okay. Whatever.
But I am personally vouching for Yvonne, okay?
It is imminent, so, please, no foreplay.
I promised Charlie, all right?
- So, you do have feelings.
- Buried somewhere deep down, yeah.
- I'll see her later today.
- Thank you.
[cell phone buzzing] Good luck with withdrawal.
[buzzing continues]
- Hello? - Dr. Harris.
I'm Dr. Adrian Carmichael.
I'm calling on behalf of Joel Collins.
I understand you're working with him.
- Yes, Joel came to Eden General seeking palliative care.
- Yes, I know. He called me.
He told me that you're pushing him
towards clinical trials.
- Not pushing, but I mentioned them, yes.
I want to make sure he's aware.
- He is aware.
Look...we've treated his tumor with aggressive radiation
and chemo--the whole nine.
- Okay, but did you ever discuss a more radical treatment
like stem cell trials, OSMRs?
- I assure you. We've tried everything.
I do hope that Eden General can accommodate his needs.
He's suffered enough.
- You're right.
Thank you.
*
- [chuckles] - Good job.
- Yeah!
I miss it, man.
[laughs] I miss it.
As soon as my wife divorces me, I'm going back to undercover.
- All right, come on. Wendy is great.
- Yeah, Wendy's standing between me and my damn dreams.
- Your dreams?
- Yeah.
You ever see those heated driveways?
- [laughs] No, I--
- Melts the snow right off. Well, I want one, bad.
- You need better dreams, my man.
- I bet you know almost every entry in that journal by now.
- Yeah, almost.
You spoken to his father yet?
- Not since the first meeting.
But he's coming in tonight for a debrief.
I want to deliver.
- Tonight?
- He's a judge. He's a busy man.
- [sighing] Oh, man.
- Hey, when you get Mary, and you will,
you need her to tell you exactly what she's going to do--
an incriminating statement that will hold up in court.
- I know, man. I've done it before.
- All right, good.
Just go give her those puppy dog eyes,
get this bitch to kill you.
- [chuckles]
[dark music]
* *
[door opens]
- [chuckles] Jumpy.
Hey, we're packed to go to Dad's.
- You guys have any fun plans tonight?
- Whee! - Shoes on the bed!
- Me and Naomi are going to Tristan's.
He's having some people over.
- Naomi and I.
- Me and Naomi.
- How is she?
- She's telling everybody at school
she had a near-death experience.
- What's a near-death experience?
- It's just a way of getting attention.
- You know, if anything happens again with her,
you can come to me, right?
- Yeah.
- Hey, Mama?
- Yeah? - Where's Casper?
- Put those in the bin. Thank you!
- Whoa, you okay? - Yep, I got it.
- Hey, Mary. - Hi.
- Naomi, how you feeling?
- Oh, you know, still breathing.
- You know you can take that off.
- Hm? Oh, yeah, I know.
I just kind of like it.
- Our cat is dead.
- Oh, no. - I wanted to wait a little bit
before I told her, but she asked, so...
[door closes]
- What's going on?
- Casper died.
- Really?
But he was only, what? Seven?
- Cancer. It was all over.
I had to, um, put him down.
- I think you did the right thing.
You know, when they're suffering,
it's the only option.
- Can I have ice cream since I'm sad?
- [laughs] Give me a hug. - Of course.
- Love you. - Bye.
- I'm sorry.
God, I loved that dumb cat.
- He's in a better place now.
[phone ringing] I have to get that.
- Hey.
You're late on your child support.
- I just gave you two grand in cash.
- Right. But when am I getting the rest?
[ringing continues]
- I'll bring it when I pick up the girls.
Yeah? Are you on your way to Yvonne's?
- Yeah. Leaving in five.
- Okay. I'm heading there now.
Hey, Des, never get married.
- You're the only woman I want in my life permanently,
which is why I keep rejecting your sexual advances.
[phone buzzing]
- I have another call I have to take.
I'll... I'll meet you there.
Hi, Joel. I'm sorry about earlier.
- You said don't buy a gun.
- What? - You said don't buy a gun.
You said that you would help me.
- I want to help you. I do.
- You know what? It's fine.
I got this.
Good-bye, Mary.
[tense music]
- Joel!
*
[engine turns over]
[tires squeal]
*
[pounding on door] Joel!
*
What are you doing?
- What I should've done in the first place.
- You don't want to do this. - Yes, I do.
- Not like this.
- You should help me.
- [sighs] I'll help you.
You can lie down.
- Thanks.
[Ben sighs]
The money.
- I don't want it.
- Why?
- I just don't.
- What am I gonna do with it?
Please take it.
Come on, I don't want charity.
Please. Please.
- What medications are you taking?
- Carbamazepine. Anti-seizure.
- When did you take your last dose?
- This morning.
- Is there anyone you want to say good-bye to?
Do you want to take a moment
or make any phone calls?
- No.
Can you tell me again?
- Tell you what?
- Tell me how you're gonna do it.
- What do you mean?
- How you're gonna kill me.
I mean, I know you--you told me how they do it in Switzerland,
but just--I really want to hear how you're gonna do it.
[dark music]
* *
- I need to wash my hands.
- Yeah, the sink's right there.
- Where's your bathroom?
- Down the hall.
* *
[faucet stops]
* *
[door opens]
*
- So, you took carbamazepine this morning?
- Yeah.
- Can I see the bottle?
I need to know what I'm working with.
- I threw it out this morning.
I thought it was my last dose.
- I need to get your file. It's in my car.
- Why do you have to get my file?
- I need to confirm your medication.
Maybe you could take a moment
to think about what you're grateful for--
all the good things in life.
You're gonna need a drink, so why don't you
grab a beer from the fridge?
I'll be right back.
- [sighs]
*
[phone ringing]
- I've been waiting half an hour.
- Des, he's a cop!
- Who? - Joel!
I'm at his apartment right now. I almost killed him.
- How the hell do they know? You think it's your nurse?
- Never. She would never do that.
Look. I'm leaving now.
But we can't do Yvonne. Not tonight.
So go in, make nice, and tell her
we'll be back next week.
- Okay, okay, okay, but listen: get out, now.
- No. [breathing heavily]
No.
[dramatic music]
* *
[phone buzzing]
- Damn it. Yeah, talk fast.
- She's by her car. Can't see what she's doing.
I'm going in.
- No. No, no, no. I'm coming down.
*
- Mary! Hey! Hey!
- God.
*
- Hey. What are you doing?
- So, did you think about it?
- Think--think about what?
- What you're grateful for.
- Yes.
Yes. I'm grateful for you.
Here.
- Joel, listen to me.
You're obviously upset and struggling.
But, you know, to be honest, you kind of scare me.
- [stammering] Why do I scare you?
- I wanted to help you and counsel you,
but the gun, the erratic behavior, I...
I just don't feel safe.
I have to go now.
- No, please don't go. Just take the money.
Please. Mary.
Mary!
[engine turns over]
[tires squeal]
* *
[grunts]
- [breathing heavily]
She knows.
- Nah. She likes you better alive.
- She knows.
- Shit.
This is gonna be a hell of a debrief.
- Yeah, what time are we meeting Judge Grant?
- He's waiting for us now.
[rock music]
[chatter]
- So, have you seen that movie "Cabaret"?
- No. - You've seen that movie.
Of course you've seen that movie.
Well, I'm gonna be just like them.
- Yeah. - Dancing and singing for money.
- Oh, I get it. Yeah.
You're gonna be a star. Right?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
- What are you doing?
- It's cocaine.
[party music playing]
*
- Stole it from my dad.
You want some?
- No, I don't. - I do.
- Hey, Naomi, you were just in the hospital.
You had a-- you had a really bad night.
*
- [laughs]
What does it feel like?
- It makes you feel like you're a star.
- Okay. - Okay?
* *
- [sniffs]
- That's...
- [shaky breathing]
- I don't want to wake her.
She doesn't sleep much these days.
- That's okay. I understand.
The thing is, Charlie, we have a bit of a situation.
- My mom wanted me to show you this.
- [shaky breathing]
I've had a blessed life.
I have my beautiful boy, Charlie.
And when this is all over, he'll go live with his dad,
and maybe he'll even get a better haircut.
I've lived exactly the life
I wanted to live.
When it's time,
I want the choice to die...
the way I want to die.
- Uh... [sniffles]
How much is it again?
- Charlie, we...
I'm afraid we're gonna have to postpone your mom's appointment.
- I don't get it.
- We can't help your mom. Not today.
- Annie said you'd do it today. - She made a mistake.
- But Mom's ready. I'm ready!
- I know. I know.
I'm...I'm sorry.
- What?
Hey. Hey, don't leave.
- I'm sorry, Charlie.
[door opens]
- I said don't leave!
[dramatic music]
* *
[phone ringing]
- How'd it go with Yvonne? - Not great.
I'm here with Charlie now,
and he's-- he's pointing a gun at my head.
- What? - It's a small gun,
but it's still a--a gun.
- Annie promised. She said you'd help us tonight,
so you're gonna help us tonight.
- He said we're gonna help him--
- I heard. Ah, shit!
- What's she saying?
- She said, "Shit."
- My mom can't breathe. She can't even move.
You have to help her.
- Guys, I had to get rid of the pento.
- What? - What?
What is it?
- Charlie, we don't have the drugs.
*
- Stop messing with me.
- I'm not, all right?
So you can stop pointing the gun at me.
I'm gonna leave now.
Okay? - Don't go.
- Easy. - I said don't go!
Please don't go!
- Aah! - [gasps]
[Des groans and shouts]
[Yvonne groans loudly]
- Everything's all right, Mom. It's okay.
- Des? Des!
- [groans] - Des, are you okay?
- I'm so sorry. I didn't think it was loaded.
I--I've never even held it before, I...
- Oh, my God, Des, say something!
- Get me a towel!
[groaning] Shoulder wound.
I'd call it a graze, but it hurts like hell.
- [whimpers] [Des groaning]
- You said it was a graze. Is that true? Is that right?
- [laughs nervously] Yeah, sure.
- Please. I have no one else.
- [grunts]
I really think we need to help Charlie.
- Okay, um, Des,
you need to give me the name of your dealer.
- That's a bad idea.
- You know another way to get pento on short notice?
- All right.
His name's Grady.
I'll send you his address, let him know you're coming.
Mary...
Mary, he's not a good person.
- I can handle it. Send the address.
[door opens]
- Hi.
I'm Mary, Des's friend.
- Hi, Mary.
Can you take your shirt off?
- [laughs]
Are you kidding?
- No. I'm not the one laughing.
- I'm not taking off my shirt.
- Mary, in my business, if I sell to the wrong client,
then they make me live in a cage for 20 years.
So, your politeness and your modesty
is not a high priority for me.
- You don't need to trust me to take my money.
- Take your shirt off, Mary.
- Happy? - Yeah.
Of course.
I have a very good life.
And I'm very happy that you're not wearing a wire.
You don't have track marks.
- The pento's not for me. It's for Des.
- I just gave him a full box the other day.
- He lost it.
- [laughs]
He lost it?
- Can I buy more from you?
I mean, that's what you do, right?
- Do you have any kids?
[dark music]
- I really have to get back to Des.
He's in rough shape.
- I have this little step-niece, Maya.
She's six.
She's sleeping over.
And she just plays.
Color for hours.
Love that kid.
She's the cutest little thing.
*
You're kind of cute too.
*
You look good.
Sid,
would you get Dr. Mary Harris of 228 Maple Drive
what she came here for tonight?
[sighs]
- You can count it if you want.
- Nah, we're good.
*
- Hey, Mary?
Smile.
[camera shutter clicks]
[camera whirring]
[door opens]
- Judge Grant, sorry to keep you waiting.
- I don't mind waiting if it's for a good reason.
- Uh, "Joel" just met with Dr. Harris.
- And? - We're close.
- Close?
I don't understand how it is
that you guys don't have enough evidence.
Aren't these meetings being recorded?
- Uh, yes, but unfortunately we don't have
anything incriminating on tape as yet.
The--the suspect's working under the pretense
of being some kind of end-of-life counselor.
- What about the nurse Ethan mentioned in his journal?
- Annie Chung. Works in the intensive care at Eden General.
- The nurse is just the liaison, sir.
I mean, she connects the patients to Dr. Harris.
We burn her, we burn the whole operation.
- Sir, look. We know this is difficult,
but the best way to bring Dr. Harris down is
to catch her in the act.
- Gentlemen, my son had another year.
He could've done a clinical trial.
He could've done a million things.
What he could not have done was
give consent, which makes this murder.
- I assure you, sir,
if Dr. Harris helped your son die, we will prove it.
- Good.
- [wheezing] - Charlie!
Gonna need another towel.
[laughs] Look at that.
- Does it hurt?
- No. It feels lovely.
- Seriously, I-I didn't mean to.
- Shoot me? Yeah, funny, that. And yet here we are.
[grunts]
There's probably a lesson about guns
embedded in all of this, eh, Charlie?
- My mom got the gun after my dad left,
said it made her feel safer at night.
[Yvonne wheezing]
- She's close.
- How can you tell?
- I was a doctor, too, Charlie.
Well, plastic surgeon.
It was all very pleasant
until I did something stupid
and they took my license away.
[doorbell rings] Oh, thank Christ.
[solemn music]
- Charlie.
It's okay.
*
It's all gonna be okay.
*
Can I come in?
- Ugh, I got it, I got it, I'm fine.
Let's just do this and get out, okay?
[breathing heavily]
- She can't swallow.
- This is our first injection.
It's not quite how I pictured it.
[Sarah McLachlan's "Full of Grace" begins playing]
- What are you doing?
- * The winter here's cold
- It's her favorite song.
- Oh, jeez. - Des.
- * It's chilled us to the bone *
* *
* We haven't seen the sun for weeks *
* *
* Too long too far from home *
* *
- You ready to do this or what?
- * And I claw for solid ground *
- I love you, Mom.
- * I'm pulled down by the undertow *
- I want it to be peaceful.
- It will be.
Like slipping into a dream at the end of a long day.
[Charlie sniffles, exhales] [Yvonne moans]
[breath rattling]
- * If all of the strength
* And all of the courage
* Come and lift me from this place *
* I know I could love you much better than this *
* Full of grace, full of grace *
* My love
* I never thought I could feel so low *
* Oh, darkness, I feel like letting go *
[Yvonne wheezing softly]
- [shaky breathing]
* *
- * I know I could love you much better than this *
* Full of grace
* *
* I know I could love you much better than this *
- [crying]
- You got lucky.
- Yeah. That's exactly how I feel.
[inhales deeply] Our last job.
At least we went out with a bang.
- Our last job? - Well, I assumed,
since your gentleman turned out to be an officer.
- Standing there with Charlie tonight, Des,
I know what it feels to be him.
- I know. - Except in my case,
there was no one there willing to help.
Listen to me.
Right now, they don't have anything on us.
So we just need to be smarter.
- You know what?
I had a few ideas while I was bleeding to death.
Aging baby boomers are gonna want to die
in the same manner in which they lived:
bourgeois comfort.
Now, the Swiss, they know that.
That's why death tourism's such a massive business over there.
- And? - And we should be starting
to buy up property, getting ready to go legit.
I'm serious.
I'm having a-- an entrepreneurial seizure here.
Let's be a-- a start-up for shutting down.
"The spa you'll never want to leave...
and you won't."
- Des-- - If you're traveling
the River Styx, why not take a yacht?
- Where's the cat?
- [laughs nervously]
I think I might have, uh... left the window open.
I know, I know. I'm sorry.
But there's a reason I've never been responsible for anyone
or anything else.
- Except for lives, as a doctor.
- Yeah, look how that turned out.
- [sighs]
Well, it's a long way to fall.
[tense music]
*
- Ow. Why did you do that?
- I'm mad at you.
- Oh, my God, don't be mad at me.
I hate it when you're mad at me.
Where'd you go last night?
I looked for you, and you were gone.
- Yeah, I left,
because watching you be a train wreck
is just really, really tedious, so I--
- God, seriously,
the cocaine wasn't even that good.
I mean, all that happened was, like, everything sped up,
and my heart...
Come here. Feel my heart.
- Yeah.
You--you didn't faint
that other night at our recital, did you?
- What?
- You took the--the stuff from my mom's shed, right?
- I'm sorry.
I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot!
You know, I think there's something wrong with my brain.
I...
Don't tell anyone about the drugs, okay?
Jess? Please?
- Yeah. I won't...
if you stop.
- Oh, God, you sound like your mom.
- What do you mean, I sound like my mom?
- At the hospital...
I told her I took her drugs from the shed,
and she said she wouldn't tell anyone
if I cleaned up my act.
- Wait, she knew about it?
- Oh, yeah.
And she totally covered for me, too.
I'm hungry. I want breakfast.
[door opens, shuts]
[phone buzzing]
- Hello? - I, um, my name's Carly Dixon.
I think you might know-- or knew--my husband,
Troy Dixon.
I found your number on this pamphlet.
[dramatic music]
Are you there?
* *
- Mary. - Joel.
No. Wait. You're not, are you?
- Not what?
- You're not Joel.
- Ben.
- Still Mary.
I liked you better as Joel.
- You liked me better dying?
- Do you think I'm ariminal?
- What you're doing is very illegal.
- What's illegal?
Talking to people about options?
About Switzerland? About death?
If that's illegal, arrest me.
If you think I'm a criminal, arrest me.
- You don't get to play God, Mary.
None of us do.
- I don't know what to tell you, Ben.
You got the wrong girl.
[Gabrielle Aplin's "Light Up the Dark"]
* *
- * I don't have to mention that I saw you today *
* I shone the sun into your eyes *
* And you don't always have to question *
* Why there's pleasure and pain *
* 'Cause there's no truth for you to find *
* *
* I'm drawing perfect circles
* Around the life that we could share *