- You left! - Because I'm doing the work.
- Work? Is the work screwing someone while you're in aa?
Your problems go way beyond drinking.
- You know what? I was fine before you came here.
- Yeah, so was I! - Okay, great.
Jenny: How long have you been self-medicating?
- Since dad died. I always thought he would,
He would be there,
And it's like, what if I keep forgetting?
Dr. Cheng: I'd like you to come in so we can talk about this.
- What's the worst case scenario?
Dr. Cheng: There is a small chance, however, if we operate,
That it could affect your ability to walk.
(screams loudly)
Jenny: Dad, it's us! Just stay exactly where you are, okay?
Ross, I release you from the responsibility of grandpa.
Okay? He's resilient. And you, you need to be 19.
- (chuckles) - come on.
(electronic dance music)
♪♪♪
Ross: Where are we going?
Matteo: You've been so stressed out.
Tonight's mission is: Operation ross fun.
(electronic music plays)
♪♪♪
(music echoes, muffled)
♪♪♪
(music plays normally)
♪♪♪
(gunshots pop)
(sinister music)
♪♪♪
- I confessed in court.
Jenny: Yeah, I understand that, mr. Bennett,
But I've been asked to review the medical evidence
That's against you.
Okay? So, do you mind telling me what happened
The night wyllanne died?
- That night was supposed to be a celebration.
We'd made it to the finals, my team.
- Mm-hmm. And that's for hockey?
- Yeah. Wasn't feeling too hot for a couple weeks.
Bad mood I couldn't shake.
Wanted to stay home, but uh,
The boys, they wouldn't give it up.
We'd finally won.
Campbell passed out.
Then in the morning, I wake up and find wyllanne.
- And uh, and she was already dead.
- On the bathroom floor.
At first, I thought she had od'd,
But then the cops showed up and told me I did it.
- And you don't remember hurting her.
- No. But at the trial, the medical experts said
She died of internal bleeding from what I did to her.
- Mr. Bennett, why did you confess to a crime
That you don't remember committing?
- At the trial, they showed her x-rays.
And that lawyer,
He counted out loud every single bone of hers I broke.
Just pointing and counting
Until something in me just, just broke.
(door opens, knocks)
- Dr. Cooper? Uh, you're needed at a uh...
- Right. Thank you. One sec.
(thudding blows)
(phone chimes)
(exerted grunts and exhales)
(phone chimes)
(shaky exhales)
- Donovan speaking.
No, I haven't scheduled my pre-op appointment yet.
Let me check my calendar.
(birds chirp)
My sched's looking pretty full.
I don't think I can move anything around.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll get back to you
By the end of the day with a date I can come in.
Yep, end of the day, yep, all right.
♪♪♪
(trunk shuts, readying exhale)
♪♪♪
(ominous music)
(footsteps thud lightly)
♪♪♪
(bag rattles)
♪♪♪
(whispers her mantra)
Melanie: (humming)
- Bizet's "habanera"? - Point for the coroner.
- So, this death is unrelated to the shooting?
- No, that guy survived.
Idiot was showing off his gun
And his friend shot him in the ass.
He's been identified as the owner of the house,
Joshua harris.
- We've got multiple stab wounds.
Blood's smeared, so somebody might've tried cpr.
The wounds aren't clean.
The weapon probably wasn't a knife.
Maybe a, an ice pick?
Screwdriver? Awl? Something like that.
- Apparently, he's some kind of counterfeit goods kingpin.
Fake designer handbags, watches, clothes,
You know, that sort of thing.
- Well, it explains how he could afford all this.
(sinister music)
(approaching footsteps, door opens)
- Detective west, I'm in charge of this investigation.
Put your mask on, please.
(sinister music)
- Look, why are you keeping me in here?
- Any of these yours? Hmm?
- Um, yeah. - Yeah?
(coat rustles)
(wallet rustles)
- Ross, how do you say it?
- It's ross khalighi. - Khalighi!
(sinister music)
♪♪♪
- This also yours?
- Yeah, I was supposed to clean it.
- Mm-hmm. Let me see your hands, please?
- Wh-what?
- What's that on your cuff, there?
- What? - Huh? Turn around, please.
Keep your hands where I can see 'em.
- No, no, look, I need-- - (shouts) turn around!
Hands where I can see 'em! - What? (gasping)
No, no, no, look. Okay. Look, look, my mom is the coroner.
- Yeah, yeah, my dad's the chief.
Ross khalighi, you're under arrest for the murder
Of joshua harris. Let's go! - No!
(sinister music)
(handcuffs clink)
(slow exhales)
(hand thuds on counter)
(bag crinkles)
(fast exhales)
(watch rattles)
♪♪♪
Man: Right hand.
Okay, left hand.
(deep inhales) (feet clap on floor)
(glove rustles)
(breathing shakily)
(sinister music)
(door beeps open and closes)
(footsteps thud)
(sighs)
(folder flops on table)
(folder rustles open)
- Mm-hmm.
- Can I call my mom?
- You 18?
- 19.
- 19, then you are your own legal guardian,
So no, we are not gonna call your mommy.
You're an adult man who went to a party
And you killed someone.
- No.
I didn't kill anybody.
- Where were you born?
- (breathes shakily)
I was born in toronto. - Great.
You cooperate and you get to go home.
See your mommy. Yeah.
(sighs)
♪♪♪
What's your relationship with joshua harris?
How long you known him? - I don't know him.
I've never met him before.
- So, you stabbed a guy you didn't know,
With a screwdriver?
(ominous music)
- I found him like that. - Dead or alive?
- Dead? Uh...
- So, you did cpr on a dead guy. - No, I thought he was alive.
- So, he was alive.
(ominous music)
(door opens)
- Jenny, this très charmant
And fantastically persuasive man is here to see you.
Now he said it couldn't wait.
- I, uh, yeah. It's, it's all good.
(door opens)
Thanks.
(low hum of chatter)
- Hey.
- So, how'd it go with, with oshae bennett?
- Oh, uh, our interview got cut short.
I got pulled to a homicide.
Hey, I still don't understand why you're asking me
To review a case that you prosecuted him.
You were the one who put him in jail.
- I like to, you know, cross my I's and dot my t's.
- Okay, uh, well,
I haven't found anything that uh, contradicts his confession,
So it seems, seems valid.
(jenny's phone rings)
Uh, sorry, I just--
One sec. - Yeah.
- Hey, matteo. Everything okay?
Sorry.
No, I thought he stayed at your house last night?
(ominous music)
What? Well, hold on.
Wait, where?
What? Party.
Sorry, I gotta go. - Something wrong?
(ominous music)
(change can shakes) - get a job.
(low hum of chatter)
(footsteps crunch, car door closes)
(traffic hums)
- What's good? - Hey, man!
- Got a slam dunk. A murder she wrote.
- On the mansion party thing?
- Yeah, I left a suspect in the interrogation room.
His story was he was doing cpr,
That's how he got blood on his cuffs.
- (chuckles) well, what about the shooter
And the guy who got shot in the ass?
- No, unrelated guns and gangs. I already solved that,
So I'm just running this uh,
This dude through counterterrorism.
- You really think it's terrorist related?
- Well, I'm just being safe, you know.
Probably radicalized to connect with his dad.
Allahu akbar, all that crap, right.
- Man, don't make racist comments like that.
- Don't go all pc on me, bruh!
(bag thuds on table)
(file rustles)
- Wait, ross khalighi?
That's jenny cooper's son.
- Well, there's always a bad apple.
- No other suspects? - No, he's with duty counsel now.
For all the good that's gonna do him.
(low hum of chatter)
- I'll take over now.
You go write up the warrants, bruh!
(footsteps thud)
(nervous rattling)
(papers rustle)
(phones ring in the distance)
- Looks like you got caught with blood on your hands.
In both senses of the word.
- But?
But I can, I can get bail, right?
- You've been charged with murder.
You're not getting released on a promise to appear.
You're gonna have to spend the night in lockup.
Uh, we're outta time.
- So, look, I--
I can't stay overnight in jail.
- We'll strategize a plea bargain later.
I've got a bail hearing. - But I didn't do anything!
- Right now, doesn't matter what you did.
(bag rattles, footsteps thud)
Look, eat something. And don't talk.
Nice to meet you, mr. Khalighi.
(door opens, closes)
(door beeps open)
- Ross? - (sighs) hmm.
- I'm detective mcavoy. - I know, I know.
Look...
There's been a really big misunderstanding.
Okay, but you know me, right?
I'm... I'm not a murderer.
- I know your mom.
- Okay. Well...
No one has been listening to me.
Even my own duty counsel
Is trying to tell me it doesn't matter what I did.
But I didn't do anything.
- All right, I'm gonna record this
If you're giving me a statement.
♪♪♪
- Are you gonna help me?
- Are you asking to give me a statement
Without a lawyer present?
- (shakily) yes. Yes.
- All right.
(footsteps thud)
(basket thuds on table)
(camera beeps on)
- All right, it's Friday, October 3, 9:00 a.M.,
Detective donovan mcavoy interviewing ross khalighi.
All right, ross, you have my undivided attention.
Tell me what happened.
- I went into the room
Because of the gunshots.
There he was, he was right there.
(phone rings in the distance)
- (exhales)
(items rustle)
- You went to the party to sell drugs.
You got into a beef with the homeowner.
And you stabbed him, with this.
- No.
- That's what the evidence tells me.
So, why don't we try this again?
What were you doing at the party?
(sinister music)
(electronic dance music)
- I was...
I was just havin' fun.
- All right, what's the gap between having fun
And guy with holes in him?
(ominous music)
(thud against wall)
(gunshots pop) - run!
- You didn't go there with anybody?
You didn't talk to anybody?
(ominous music)
♪♪♪
- I don't remember.
- You told detective west, and I quote,
"I meant to clean that off," about this.
That's called an utterance, ross,
And it holds up in court.
Why would you bring a screwdriver to a party anyways?
- I, it was, it was just in my pocket.
I was fixing a car with my grandpa and I just--
And then, after that,
I'm at the party, with the dead guy.
(ominous music)
- I don't know who you think you're protecting.
(screwdriver thuds on table)
But it's not you.
(sighs)
- Hi, ma'am?
Uh, I'm here for my son, ross khalighi.
He's been detained.
(keys clack)
- Sorry, you won't be able to see him.
- Why not?
- I can't disclose that information.
- No, sorry, I, I wanna see my son.
I have a right to see my son. - Sorry, ma'am, you can't,
And you don't.
- (frustrated exhale)
Um, can you call detective mcavoy for me, please?
I'm jenny cooper. I'm the coroner.
(indistinct chatter)
(phone buttons click)
(stresses exhale)
Come on!
(door clicks open) donovan: Jenny. Hey.
- Hey! They have ross,
And they're not telling me anything about this.
- All right, I know. Come here.
(footsteps thud, door creaks open)
- Is ross okay? - Let's talk over here, please.
- What are you?
Hey, is ross okay? - No, he's not.
- Wha? - He's been charged with murder.
- What? I mean, ross wouldn't hurt anybody.
There is no way that you can be taking this seriously?
- I'm taking the evidence against him, seriously.
- What is the evidence against him?
- I can't tell you that!
That would be compromising the investigation.
(indistinct chatter)
- Oh my--
I mean, you're, you're helping him, right?
- Do you want me to be the one that's in there with him?
- Yes, of course. Yeah.
- Best thing you can do for ross
Is find him a defence attorney that has more than five minutes
To spend with him. I gotta go.
(ominous music)
(door creaks open)
♪♪♪
(eerie electronic music)
♪♪♪
- Hi. Uh, is marie halcrow there?
I, I need a lawyer for my son.
- (sighs)
- She's in trial, okay.
♪♪♪
- Hi, yes, uh, can I speak with nicholas digba?
I need a lawyer.
My son has been falsely accused of murder and--
Great. Mr. Digba is on vacation.
Hi, this is jenny cooper, I'm a coroner.
I uh, I need a lawyer.
No, I don't want a junior associate, I want--
♪♪♪
Come on, I need... (thudding blow)
...A lawyer......Now! (thudding blow)
(phone thuds)
♪♪♪
(exasperated exhale)
Just do it...
I know.
(music slows) - (exhales)
(motorcycle rumbles)
(door opens and shut)
(footsteps thud)
- (exhales) hey. Hey. - Hey.
- You think you can help?
- Yeah, yeah, I can get in there.
Spot what kinda case they're building; see the holes.
- Okay. Okay, thank you.
I'll uh, I'll just wait in my car. You can text me.
- No, no, jenny. No, no, you can't sit out here
While your colleague interrogates your son, okay?
It's bad optics.
- Okay. All right, I'll go to the office.
I can um... - Not try to be ross' superhero.
You can't go anywhere near the autopsy suite.
Or the crime scene, okay? You can't.
- Then, what, what can I do? Right? What can I do,
Because everything that I can do, I can't do for my own kid!
(exasperated sigh)
What do I do?
- Well, there is another innocent man
That could use your help.
You've got to get your mind off this, okay?
And look at the oshae bennett case again.
He deserves a fair shake.
Just like your kid.
But I got ross.
I got him.
♪♪♪
- That's my son.
Don't mess this up.
- Okay. - Okay.
(door shuts)
Donovan: I just talked to your mom.
- Um, is she um, how is she?
- She's worried sick. - (huffs)
(beeps camera on) - detective donovan mcavoy,
Resuming interview with ross khalighi.
All right, let's talk about this.
The ecstasy. Where'd you get it?
- (huffs)
- Tonight's mission is: Operation ross fun.
- Cheers to that!
(echoey electronic music)
♪♪♪
(echoey laugh)
♪♪♪
- Let's do that thing we talked about.
- Hmm? You wanna do that? - Yeah!
- (sighs)
I don't know where I got it.
- Okay.
(bag rustles)
What about this?
- It looks like my dad's watch.
It's, looks like his watch, if he was still here.
- You sure? - Yeah.
His is not as tacky as that one.
- But you were wearing this one.
- What?
- This was on your wrist when you were booked.
(sinister music)
♪♪♪
- That's not my watch.
(bag rustles) - all right.
I'm gonna show you something, okay?
♪♪♪
- Look closely.
♪♪♪
What's joshua harris wearing in each of these pictures?
- He's, he's wearing the watch.
- He is.
- I have no idea how I got that, okay? None.
(door beeps open)
- His lawyer's here to see him.
- I thought she had bail hearings.
(door clicks closed) (stressed exhales)
- Pausing interview. (camera beeps off)
You came to the party to sell the drugs.
You saw the watch, reminded you of your father.
- No!
- You were emotionally distraught.
You stabbed joshua harris and you stole his watch.
- No, no, that, that is not what happened.
- Until you tell me different,
That's what the evidence says.
(ominous music)
♪♪♪
(door opens and shuts)
(hand slams on table)
- Uh, your conference call is up.
- Oh, okay. Uh, thank you. Alphonse, whatever you do,
Do not let me go into the autopsy suite, okay?
- Oh, okay, I like this game, jc.
- It's not a game. - Right.
- Okay.
Oshae: Hey, don't waste my time if you're not even there, lady.
- I'm here.
- My mom had to re-mortgage her house when legal aid ended.
She doesn't want anymore false hope.
- No, you're absolutely right, mr. Bennett.
I'm sorry. Um...
Can we go back to wyllanne's injuries?
You said that you kept reliving the moment
That the evidence was shown in court.
- Wyllanne's back broken, yeah.
- Yeah. - Yeah, I did that.
(papers rustle)
(sharp inhale)
- I have a, I have a chest x-ray here.
I mean, her spine looks fine.
- No, it's, it's broken.
(paper rustles)
(exhales) I'm sorry do to this, mr. Bennett,
But I need to show you wyllanne's x-rays.
- Uh, come on, lady. No. - No, it's important.
- Can you, can you tell me what this is?
- It's wyllanne's back. Every single bone is broken.
- And can you show me where this is on your body?
- My back.
- Uh huh.
- Okay, so you admitted you were in the room.
Murder weapon is in your pocket.
And you're wearing the dead man's watch.
You come from a dysfunctional home.
I'm a friend of your mother's by the way.
- So what, you're, you're not my duty counsel,
But you're still my lawyer? - No, I'm not your lawyer,
I'm, I'm a crown attorney.
And they're doing you a favour by letting me talk to you.
I, I'm here to prevent you from making things
Worse for yourself.
- Okay.
So, should, should I stop talking?
- No, you can't stop talking, you gotta keep talking.
You can't stop now.
You need to repaint the narrative.
- Okay, but...
I told them everything I know, so...
- Okay.
- It's not like I can just, I can just do better, here.
- Listen, when, when you get entangled with the cops,
You lose control.
Okay, all your power is taken away from you.
You're in the system.
You just start to refute what they say,
And boom, they got you.
I'm here to give you back your power.
- Okay, how?
- Focus on the details that are important to you. Okay?
They've dug you a hole; now we build you a ladder.
- (sighs heavily)
(ominous music)
♪♪♪
River: A colleague sent these over.
Jenny? - Sorry.
- Your images. From boston university.
A former football player donated his brain
To their chronic traumatic encephalopathy centre.
- Brain looks shrunken. Look at the sulci.
You can see the sulci through they gyri more easily
Than you would on a normal brain.
- Happens a lot to these poor athletes.
Football, rugby, boxing.
- Hockey. - Definitely.
- Could be why he couldn't shake that bad mood.
Thank you. This has uh, this has been really helpful.
- Oh, I'm about to finish the joshua harris autopsy.
If you'd like to join?
(ominous music)
♪♪♪
- You get some good advice from your lawyer?
- Yeah, I did.
Like, from the beginning, I've been treated different.
I'm getting treated like a suspect because I'm brown,
And I know that I'd get the benefit of the doubt
If I was white. - Welcome to reality.
As a mixed kid, you have privilege, until you don't.
- You're trying to tell me what I was doing,
But what I remember
Is what I was feeling.
- All I want is the truth, ross.
(footsteps thud)
- (sighs heavily)
(impatient exhale) come on!
(worried sigh)
(door opens)
- What are you doing?
We can hear you pacing over the bone saw.
Just come in.
- I can't.
- Uh, have you been body snatched?
You love autopsies. Well, not love, but...
- (crying exhale) - oh, what's wrong?
- Um, I'm sorry. Uh...
Ross...
My son, my son is being held on this case.
(sobs)
They've charged him. I'm sorry.
(sobs) - oh, jenny.
That's horrible! Oh.
- I don't wanna compromise this case.
I mean, and I wanna ask so many, so many questions.
I just, I can't.
I'm not supposed to be near here. (sobs)
- (sighs) - I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
(calming exhale)
- Uh...
- Sorry, river.
- We found...
There's water in the stomach.
(breath hitches)
- Oh, god.
- Who are you calling? - I have to call donovan.
- Use my phone.
(ominous music, rhythmic clicking)
(echoey electronic music)
♪♪♪
Ross: It was matteo's idea.
Donovan: Going to the party?
Ross: I've been really stressed out.
- Let's open things up. Just for tonight, okay?
- Okay. - Okay.
Ross: My family um, they can be a little overwhelming.
I felt like I was just jumping out of my own skin.
(echoey music fades)
And then, I was feeling free.
(deep exhale)
Felt like I was flying.
I could feel the wind.
And the air on my face.
And then...
I could just, just see it.
It was so shiny.
Donovan: Are you talking about the watch, ross?
Ross: Yeah, I found it, in the yard.
It was beside the hot tub.
I picked it up.
It felt heavy.
And it, it was wet.
Donovan: The watch was wet.
- Yeah. Yeah, the watch,
And the grass.
I felt alive, you know.
(small laugh)
Donovan: Then what?
(sinister music)
(echoey sinister electronic music)
♪♪♪
What are you feeling now?
- Hi. - Hi.
- (chuckles)
Um, I feel uh,
I'm feeling friendly.
I made a friend.
- Does this friend have a name?
- Ross? I like your name.
- I like your name.
Shimmery shameer.
- No, I don't remember.
(thuds on wall)
(chuckling)
We wanted to get into the bedroom.
(moaning)
For some privacy.
Oh, through this door. (handle rattle) oh, no. Locked.
We couldn't. The door was locked.
Donovan: The door to the bedroom
Where you found the body, was locked?
- Yeah. Yeah, but it was,
It was weird, because...
I felt... (gunshot pops) - run!
(people scream, gunshots pop)
(door rattles) come on.
Donovan: You felt?
(banging on door)
He, one minute, he was out cold.
(banging on door) come on.
And the next,
He was opening the door.
- Let me give you a hand.
(grunts, panicked exhales)
Donovan: Who ross?
- It was the guy.
Guy with the neck tattoo. (door closes)
But I just...
(panicked exhales)
I just didn't notice it because I...
(sinister music)
Whoa, hey.
Hey!
No, no, hey. Okay.
(panting)
(grunts rhythmically)
Come on! Come on!
(eerie electronic music)
♪♪♪
I just-- (realizing exhale)
That's it.
- (sighs)
(text message alert chimes)
(curious grunt)
♪♪♪
Donovan mcavoy, pausing interview.
(camera beeps off) - what?
Why? What's wrong?
Hey!
(footsteps thud)
I, I'm not lying!
Where are you... I'm not lying!
(door slams shut)
(sighs)
Malik, our timeframe's wrong.
The murder wasn't committed during the party,
It was committed before the party.
Malik: That's a wrinkle in time.
- And the pathologist found water in his stomach,
Which means the guy bled out in water.
Ross said he found the watch near the hot tub.
- Aw, mac, we checked it. It was dry!
- Check it again.
- All right!
Whatever you say, boss!
(cover rustles)
(grunts)
One second, mac.
(sighs) okay, you there?
- Yeah, I'm still here.
- Uh, (grunts)
Huh.
(plastic rattles)
Yeah. Okay.
(plastic rattles)
Yeah, yeah, there's something in the drain.
(grunts)
(sighs)
Huh. It's a barbecue skewer.
- The suspect killed joshua harris in the hot tub,
Moved the body to the bedroom, locked the bedroom door,
Let the party completely contaminate the crime scene.
- Yeah, then waited for a distraction to unlock the door.
It's uh, it's a good plan.
You almost have to admire it. (chuckles)
♪♪♪
(door clicks open and shuts)
- Do you think you could id the guy
You saw unlock the door?
- Yeah. Am I, am I going to prison?
- No, ross. You're free to go.
- (relieved exhales)
♪♪♪
(calming exhale, happy exhale)
- Cte. - Mm-hmm.
- Oh, we should've seen this. - Well, nobody looked.
I mean, this diagnosis doesn't exonerate oshae,
But cte causes confusion,
So his confession, you know, it might not be valid.
- Which means his lawyers have a good case for an appeal.
- Mm-hmm. - Yeah.
- Sorry, this doesn't seem just like uh,
Crossing I's and dotting t's.
Doesn't seem like you wanted to win this one.
- I did wanna win.
(papers rustle) when I caught oshae's case,
I was stalled on my career.
Happens a lot to crowns of colour.
But I went hard.
And I got him convicted.
He put me on the map.
- Well, yeah-sorry, you don't,
I mean, you don't have to...
You don't have to explain yourself.
- Yeah, I usually don't, but I...
I don't want you to feel used.
- I don't.
(papers rustle) I will uh,
Make sure that his defence lawyer gets these.
- Yeah. Don't tell anyone that you heard it from me.
- I won't.
(jenny's phone rings)
(readying inhale)
Um, donovan?
Yeah.
Yeah, thank you.
- He's out?
- Yeah. Yeah, he's out.
♪♪♪
(exhales) - I'm glad your kid's okay.
♪♪♪
(happy exhale)
(night insects buzz)
- A guy named doug downey has been arrested.
He and joshua harris were partners
In a counterfeiting gang.
Until joshua cut him out of the business.
Real ballbuster.
- Yeah, understatement of the year.
- (smirks)
- This sucks.
This whole system just sucks.
Like, let's just burn this whole thing to the ground.
I mean, what are we doing?
- You know, what happened to you was wrong.
It should never have happened.
But it does. And worse.
George floyd.
Chantel moore.
Breonna taylor.
Regis korchinski-paquet.
- How can you even work for the police?
- Who'd you rather?
- I hate that I'm mixed.
And I hate that I even need to think about that right now.
- Don't even go there.
Your racial identity's not a burden.
That's when they win.
Racism is born of fear.
Fear that what's different could be equal,
If not more powerful than them.
So, for hundreds of years,
They've created laws, rules,
And belief systems to try and keep us down.
You need to find the joy and power
In your own identity.
(door opens)
- Yeah, I guess.
(door closes, footsteps crunch)
- You might not feel it now... But you will.
(donovan's phone vibrates)
(sighs)
(footsteps rustle) - hey.
(footsteps recede)
- He's had quite a day.
It's not about you.
(door creaks open) - yeah.
♪♪♪
I know, I just...
Donovan: (sighs)
♪♪♪
(exhales)
(carton rustles)
(glass bowl clinks)
- Hi.
Smells good.
You're making vaavishkaa.
Dad used to make that when he had a rough day.
- (sharp exhale)
I miss dad.
- I know.
God, I wish he was here.
(small laugh)
(water boils)
You wanna talk about it?
- Eventually.
But not right now.
- Yeah.
- I'll um, I'll call you when it's ready.
Shouldn't be long. - You're okay?
(footsteps recede)
(knife scrapes)
♪♪♪
(spoon scrapes and clatters)
(water boils)
♪♪♪
(sighs heavily)
(water boils)
(spoon scrapes)
♪♪♪