Neil: You're anxious.
Anxiety is a maladapted feeling
that has replaced a real feeling you were feeling
after you pushed your sister down the stairs.
- Do you mind not saying that?
(Explosion) - My son's in there!
My son's in there! - No!
- Ahh! (Sobbing) Oh my baby! - Stop!
- (Sobbing)
- I'm putting you on an SSRI. We'll taper off your Lorazepam.
- When are you gonna tell your mom
that you didn't graduate from high school?
- I don't know. I will be your house husband.
- Yeah, a burning smell can be triggering.
Feel like you're going crazy, right? (Laughs)
(Floor splinters) - Ahhhh! Ahhh!
- Did you sleepwalk as a child? - I don't know.
(Hard thunk) Liam: Jenny!
(Horn honks) Jenny!
(Brakes screech)
(Gasps) - (Breathing hard)
(Birds chirp)
(Door creaks open)
- Hey! Ross? Ross!
Sorry, what's your uh...
what's your student number again?
- (Muffled) A-a-hm... what?
- I'm just trying to pay for your tuition to Queen's
and it says that your student number's invalid.
- Oh... okay. Um, it's... (Blows out breath)
it's probably just a mistake or something, so...
I got it.
- No, it's fine. I'll just call the Registrar's Office
when it opens. - No! No. I can--
Uh, I'll get up, I got it. - Ross, I got it.
- Oh... Shit, shit!
Okay, all right, I didn't get my year!
- What?
- I didn't graduate from high school
and I didn't get into university,
and... I was gonna tell you, I just...
- When?!
- I don't know! You're busy...
with Liam and the work, and then after Dad--
- No, no, no! You do not get to do that.
Ross, what, what was your plan? You were just...
you were gonna go to Queen's with Matteo
and just pretend that you got into University?
- (Sheepish) Mm... - Oh, Ross...
- yeah, a little bit.
- (Pained) Ahh...
I can't believe this!
- (Sighs)
Okay, all right, - Mm...
- I'll get a job. - Yeah?
Is this-is this an imaginary job, like your acceptance,
or this a real job? - It's a real job!
Obviously, it's a real job!
- You know what? You are gonna pay rent.
- Amazing! - You're gonna pay rent!
You're gonna pay about $400 a month.
- Great! - Great! - Cool!
- Yeah, great! - That's awesome! - Shit!
Yeah? (Hard thud) - Jesus!
- Just clean up your room! And get your job!
(Door slams shut) - Shit! (Hard thud)
(Classic rock blares)
♪ I can see...
- ♪ ...the colours of my spaceship in her eyes ♪
♪ Exciting her, enticing her ♪
♪ To come with me
♪ And take a ride (Hard thump)
(Truck swerves, music blares)
(Truck halts)
(Music blares in the cab)
What the hell?
(Music stops, open-door signal chimes)
(Door bangs shut)
(Cicadas drone)
(Gags and vomits)
(Panicked gasps)
Help, help, (yelling) hellllp!
Heeelllp!
♪♪♪
(Door bangs shut, construction vehicle beeps)
(Vehicles rumble in the distance)
- Hey. (Chatter over police radio)
(Construction vehicles rumble nearby)
(Blue Jay shrieks)
(Birds chirp)
♪♪♪
How did you get all the way out here?
(Blows out her breath)
(Whispers a prayer)
Okay... (Blows out her breath)
(Exhales sharply)
♪♪♪
(Shoes scuff in the dirt)
♪♪♪
(Chatter over police radio blares loudly)
Hi. Can I just...? Thanks.
Hi, Mario.
I'm Dr. Cooper, the-- - What's happening?
Am I going to jail?
Oh my God! Am I a murderer?! (Crying)
- It's okay. Look, I'm the Coroner.
I'm not, I'm not here to arrest you,
I just, I wanna know the truth about what happened.
- I was, I was on my way to work
over at the construction site,
and... oh my God, it just--
- It's okay.
- I didn't see him, I swear!
- Do you remember anything about the accident?
- (Crying) He came out of nowhere.
(Chatter over police radio blares)
- Do you think he could've already been in the road
before you hit him?
- Well, I... I don't know.
- It's okay. We're gonna get to the bottom of this.
- But that could be my son out there.
- Mine, too.
(Chatter over police radio blares)
Excuse me.
(Chatter over police radio blares)
Thank you.
Hey! What're you doing here?
- Oh, the temp who replaced me for mat leave,
she put your signing stickies in the wrong place,
so two months of, uh, death certificates -
not valid!
I need these right now.
- Oh boy.
- That truck hit him?
- One hit couldn't do that much damage.
It'd have to be a 10-ton truck
hitting him over and over again.
- You know who it is?
- No. No, he didn't have any ID on him.
Feel like taking a walk? - Okay!
♪♪♪
(Traffic whooshes, horn honks)
Woman: I know it was a gunshot. I heard a gunshot.
911 Dispatcher: Ma'am, are you sure?
Woman: I know what a gunshot sounds like.
(Keyboard key clacks)
- So this came in 10 minutes before the fire.
- Yeah, dispatch flagged it. It's from a burner phone.
- Can you trace it? - Already on it.
- And the warrant's in process.
Mac, I uh... put it in myself.
- Find me that woman, Malik.
- 'Kay...
I cannot impress that man.
(Computer beeps)
- We're building a new subdivision.
Two hundred and fifty houses.
- Wow, that's a... that's a lot.
Alison: Any idea why someone would be...
- Hey, a lotta people moving out here from the city.
Nobody can afford to live downtown anymore.
As soon as we get one up,
we start working on another one.
- And you're sure you're not missing a worker?
- Well, if Mario didn't know him,
he's not one of our guys.
Maybe try the fruit farms near here.
They hire a lot of people, migrant workers and stuff.
- Okay. Thanks.
(Construction worker shouts to someone)
Well? - She says...
maybe he was abducted by a UFO.
- And then he was - what - just dropped?
- Well, after they "scanned" him, of course.
- Of course. - So, there's that theory.
- That's... one of our theories.
You wanna walk to a farm?
- All right.
We can get our steps in!
I love it! (Laughs)
(Indian music plays)
Donovan: You got her name? Malik: Nope.
But she's definitely our 911 caller.
Okay, so she went from the hair shop over there
into the cell phone spot.
- What's she doing?
- Oh, she's coming out now. Here.
(Siren wails in the distance)
Hey, you wanna stretch out your foot
and move to the back seat, Mac?
- Absolutely not.
Our mystery woman has a lot of bags.
Looks like she's going somewhere.
- Or she's doing laundry.
Uh, this still a good time to get us a bite to eat?
- (Distracted) Yeah, sure, sure.
- I'll grab you something with calcium,
build your foot bones back up.
She's all yours. (Door shuts)
♪♪♪
(Vehicle rumbles to a stop)
- Dammit.
(Grunts and groans)
(Door bangs shut)
(Low hum of chatter)
(Car honks in the distance)
♪♪♪
Recorded voice: Veterans Affairs.
Anciens Combattants Canada.
Press 1 for English. Appuyez sur deux pour Francais.
- (Sighs heavily) (Button beeps)
- For Health and Medical Services, press 1.
To report a change of address, press 2.
(Button beeps, short ring)
Estimated waiting time for your call is...
15 minutes. - Tsk!
(Musak starts playing, phone clunks)
♪ ...and the snow was blowin' 'round ♪
♪ And the moon was still and bright that day... ♪
(Car rumbles to a stop, honks)
(Door bangs shut)
- Hey Mr. J! - Hey, Ross.
- How are you? - Good! You?
- Good. Thought you were on your way.
- Well, you know I couldn't leave without any fanfare.
- So you're just here saying goodbye
to your loser boyfriend--
- Yeah, Ross, don't do that, okay?
- I knew we should've left last week.
- Okay, just...
- (Sighs)
This is... I wish I was coming with you.
This is dumb.
- Literally, um...
every place name at Queen's ends in "Hall".
Like this hall, that hall.
How the hell am I gonna know where I'm going?
You're the navigator in our relationship.
- I messed up.
'Kay, I messed up big time.
And that's why I'm not coming with you, but...
I will find my way back to you.
- Promise?
- Yes, I promise. - 'Kay.
- Come here.
(Deep breath) Okay.
Don't be late. - All right.
(Car engine starts) Go to class.
- (Chuckles) Get a job! - Hah!
(Door bangs shut) See you later.
(Car rumbles away)
(Birds chirp)
(Engine noise recedes, Ross blows out his breath)
- I mean, I just... I just wanted him to graduate,
I wanted him to go to university to become a doctor,
have this wonderful life, you know?
I mean, is that just, is that too much to ask?
- Yeah, no, that's not too much.
Well, I guess it's what we all want for our kids.
Oh, it is so beautiful out here.
- What is that?
(Cicadas drone)
- Uh... a piece of cloth?
- Or clothing.
- Uh...
Jenny?
What're you doing?!
- Can you call the autopsy suite?
- Do you want me to call the fire department too?
Yeah, I don't think our benefits cover
"fall from tree"!
(Dialing beeps, short ring)
Recording: You have reached the office of the Chief Coroner.
- What am I asking? - Transferring.
- Ask if the CT scan showed any broken bones.
- Of course it did! Did you see his legs?
- Yeah, not just legs. His arms, ribs...
uh, pelvis.
Got it!
(Evidence bag rustles)
(Light thump, foliage crunches underfoot)
(Evidence bag rustles)
Our UFO lady might be right.
I think our body fell from the sky.
(Birds chirp)
(Water runs)
River: The CT scan shows that...
all the bones are broken.
Every single one.
- That usually only happens with high impact trauma,
like getting hit by a train.
- Or a pretty ridiculous fall.
- Yeah, but what's that high? - Half of Toronto on cannabis?
- Do you have an approximate age yet?
- Probably 16-years-old to early twenties.
There's loose skin around the abdomen area,
and no fat around the organs.
- Major weight loss in a short period of time.
Why?
This looks like... frostbite.
It isn't down to the dermis layer.
How do you get frostbite in August?
Let's get a forensic sketch of his face to police
so they can start a missing person's report.
Someone has to know who you are.
(Low hum of chatter, phones ring nearby)
Alison: Ooh, is that for me?
- (Inhales sharply) No, sorry. It's for my mom.
Extra-large mocha latte, topped with cinnamon.
It's her favourite. Is she here?
- She's in the morgue. Very busy down there today.
- Oh. While I was downtown, I thought I'd stop by
and give her a treat. - How nice.
(Phone rings nearby, keyboard keys clack)
Yes?
- I need a job.
- Yeah, so I hear.
- You know, I saw on LinkedIn
that they were looking for nighttime Security Guards here.
- I know that posting. - Yeah?
- But it requires that you be able to stand
for long periods of time.
- Okay, yeah, I mean, I've, I've been, I can stand.
- Be physically imposing. - (Grunts) Mm!
- And have a high school diploma.
- Oh. Yeah.
- Air Traffic Control, how may I direct your call?
- Records, please. - Please hold.
(Low hum of chatter, elevator dings nearby)
- Okay then...
(Low hum of chatter, traffic honks, siren wails)
Man: What, do you think that wig's gonna fool anyone?
- Oh my God! - Get your ass in the car
and come back home! Now! - Dammit!
- Stop it, Mark! - Leave her alone!
- Shut up! Noor, right?
Stop poisoning my wife against me!
(Wife screams) You come near her again
and I'll kill you! You hear me?
- Let go! (Wife cries out)
Let go! - Police! Stop!
(Mark grunts in pain)
- Ungh! - Ungh!
Ungh! (Grunting)
- You're not killing anybody, punk.
- You're making a big mistake. - Who is she?
That woman - you called her "Noor"?
- I wanna call my lawyer.
My wife won't press charges. I'll be out in an hour.
- I need a uniform car to the strip mall
at the foot Royal York.
(Traffic whooshes)
Lucy: Ooh, that looks pretty serious, Detective McAvoy.
- That's what I get for getting my Crockett and Tubbs on.
- Your who?
- (Sighs) Never mind, before your time.
- Why are you so interested in this Noor woman's records?
Didn't you already talk to her about the 911 call?
- Nope. I'm letting her dangle, see where she leads me.
- Isn't the fire basically solved?
- No, nothing's solved until it's solved.
Besides, this isn't only about the fire.
Does the name "Dyanne Tucci" ring a bell?
- Why? Is she a phone friend of your mystery woman?
- Yeah. (Keyboard keys clack)
- Dyanne Tucci.
Dyanne Tucci, 38,
went missing two years ago. She was never found.
- This "Noor" was trying to help a woman
escape from her husband today.
Is it possible this is what she does?
- She makes people disappear?
- That'd be quite the profession.
- (Interested chuckle)
(Keyboard keys clack)
- There you are.
(Doors slide open)
Oh-ho! Is that a present for me?
- Peace offering, I guess. Ross dropped it off.
- Mmm. Mm-hmm.
It's almost as good as a high school diploma.
- (Chuckles)
- (Sighs) Any news?
- I checked into all the flights over the area,
skydiving facilities, flight schools--
- And? - Not one report of any death
due to falling... I mean, recently.
- I guess that's a good thing.
- I did just get off the phone with Air Traffic Control.
There was a chartered commercial flight
diverted en route to Ottawa Capital Airport.
It was rerouted to Metro Toronto Airport
because of a medical emergency.
- Did it fly over where we found the body?
- It did.
It's scheduled to leave in a couple of hours.
- 'Kay. Call ATC back and get the plane grounded.
- You can do that?
- Yes, I can! - Hmm!
♪♪♪
Woman: Don't think I recognize him.
- No.
- (Sighs) The flight manifest said
that everybody who boarded in Caracas were accounted for.
Is there any way that he fell from your baggage hold?
- Impossible. The baggage hold is a pressurized environment,
just like the aircraft's interior.
If it opened, we'd notice.
- Okay...
- There are many people in the airport
missing their connecting flights, as we speak.
Can we wrap this up? - Is there any other way
that he could've fallen from your plane?
- No.
(Captain's phone rings)
Excuse me.
- Hey, what was the, uh, medical emergency
that you had to reroute the plane for?
- It's been all over the internet.
Pilot: Passengers, due to a medical emergency,
we are re-routing to Metro Toronto Airport.
Please return to your seats.
Kid 1: Oh, that's soooo gross! (Kid vomits beside him)
- Canadian diplomats' kids.
Evacuated from the private school there,
because of the protest.
- Can you, um, can you pause that for just one second?
(Kid 1 vomits in sympathy)
That jacket...
Can I take a closer look at your plane?
- Yeah.
(Airplane shrieks overhead)
(Car rumbles to a halt)
Ross: Ungh! Come on, you stupid thing! Ugh!
(Birds chirp)
Okay, all right, steady...
(Zipper zips) Mm!
There we go! Hah! All right!
- Ross?
(Hammering thuds)
What're you doing?
- Well, I can't afford to pay rent, so...
I'm gonna live outside, in the tent.
- Ross, I... mm...
(Blows out her breath) You know what?
I'm too tired for this tonight.
I... I'm gonna leave the front door open
for when you come to your senses.
- Okay, I'm not going to though.
I'm independent now.
(Birds chirp)
(Zipper zips)
- (Mutters) Come on...
(Bag clunks)
(Sighs)
(Blows out her breath)
The wheel well...
but how could he get in there?
I mean, isn't there security? - Definitely.
And the captain does a walk around before the flight.
- (Sighs)
(Sniffs and sighs)
(Glass clunks)
Ahh...
(Deep, steady breath)
Ten hours up there, freezing, with no oxygen?
- I've heard of people trying, but they never make it.
- And the wheels just go up there?
- Yeah.
- Why would someone try this?
- They're desperate?
- (Blows out breath, nervous shaky breaths)
(Airplane engine roars)
(Plane shakes and rattles)
(Gasps)
(Hydraulics buzz)
(Wheel clanks into place)
(Loud clanking and banging)
- (Shivering)
(Engine roars, plane rumbles)
- (Blows out breath)
(Moans)
(Frantic knocking)
Liam: Jenny? Jenny!
Open the door!
(Door bursts open) Jenny!
(Water splashes) - (Gasps and coughs)
- Jeez! What the hell are you doing?
- I think I fell asleep in the bath.
(Water sloshes, towel rustles)
Man: When will I speak to someone?
I need information about this sketch.
Security Guard: You need an appointment, sir.
- I'm not leaving! I... I have to talk to someone!
I know him! He's my brother!
- Hi. Sorry, it's okay. You can let him through.
- (Relieved sigh) Thank you.
- Hi. - Hi. He's my brother.
- Okay. Let's go talk in my office.
(Traffic whooshes, low hum of chatter)
(Bike rattles)
- Ms. Noor Ermias?
- Are you following me?
- Following up, more like.
- How'd you find me?
- Your colleague inside the community centre
said you should be arriving soon, so, here I am.
- They should know better than to give my whereabouts
to a stranger. - Well, I showed my badge.
My name's Detective Donovan McAvoy.
And after our mutual adventure yesterday,
we're not exactly strangers.
Now about your 911 call.
- Pardon me?
- You called 911, just before the building fire.
Shots fired?
- Yeah, I called about it.
I did my duty. I'm done.
- Why do you have a burner phone?
(Cars rumble by, people chatter nearby)
- Detective, you may have a badge,
but I don't have to talk to you.
I know my rights.
(Approaching car suddenly downshifts)
(Gun cocks) - Get down!
(Gunshots pop and ricochet, Noor screams)
(Tires screech, car speeds away)
- (Panting)
(Car engine rumbles in the distance)
(People scream and shout in terror)
- Hey, you okay?
- (Breathing hard) Yeah.
♪♪♪
(Gurney rattles)
- Alerio looks so small now.
(Clothing rustles)
This was taken... the day I left Venezuela,
four years ago.
I got a scholarship to come here,
for a student exchange program.
- You look close.
- He was only 14 here.
- Is there any next of kin back home
that can confirm the last time that he was seen?
- Our mother died, two years now.
With all the shortages,
she couldn't get insulin anymore.
She was all we had.
- I'm really sorry.
- My brother's been on his own since then.
- Did he tell you he was gonna do something so dangerous?
- No!
Both of us have been saving
to try to pay for some way for him to travel.
I work to send money home. He worked too.
We had saved almost $4000, US.
- If he had that money,
why did he stow away in the wheel well of a plane?
- (Sighs)
It's very hard now for most Venezuelans
to get a visa to come to Canada.
Even renewing a passport is almost impossible.
Do you have any of my brother's things?
(Evidence bag rustles)
- Your brother was very stylish.
(Evidence rustles)
(Buttons clack on table)
- Calle Fuerte - Street Strong.
He made this jacket. - Hmm.
- He sells them on the streets, outside the airport,
everywhere.
- I think one of the kids on the plane bought one.
(Jacket rustles)
- Hey, hey, hey! Hey!
- This is something our mama taught us to keep things safe,
to hide things.
(Seam rips)
La Divina Pastora,
Our Lady of Venezuela.
He was praying for a miracle.
(Paper rustles)
- This looks like a... - A map.
- Yeah.
Donovan: Yeah, long as they got 'em.
Yeah.
All right. Thanks, Malik.
(Door clicks open and shuts)
You okay?
- Yeah.
Thanks for letting me cool out here
for a minute.
I really didn't wanna go to the police station.
- Well, Mark Lloyd's been picked up.
- Hmph. Because he shot at a me,
not because he assaulted his wife.
- The law can be tricky on these things.
Can I get you a glass of water?
- The law doesn't take assaulting women seriously.
Men think they're above the law because they are.
- They're not above my law.
- You write your own laws?
- You seem to.
Is that friend of yours somewhere safe?
- She is.
- Well...
you're more than welcome to stay here for a while,
until we can, uh, arrange to get you somewhere safe.
- No need.
And really, where's "safe"?
- You know my department has access to safe houses.
- I had experience with the police concept
of "safe houses".
- Oh? You've been in one before?
- I sometimes use my apartment as a safe house for women.
- Trying to escape domestic violence.
- I'm a social worker.
But it's quietly known that I help women...
get away, if they need to.
- Is that why we never found Dyanne Tucci?
You helped her disappear?
- I really wish I had in time.
(In video) Dyanne, it's okay. Just say what you want to say.
- Uh, my name's Dyanne Tucci.
My husband, Shane, threatened to kill me if I left him.
And I'm leaving, so if I don't...
(Clears throat) if I don't make it, that's why.
- Why wasn't this sent to the police?
- It was sent to the police.
(Donovan's phone chimes)
- Look uh... I have to go.
Uh, there's nothing but bread ends
and Riesling in my fridge,
but I'll pick something up on the way back,
and we'll get you to a safe house.
(Door opens and closes)
- Hey. Got your message. Got here as soon as I could.
- Great.
- What's this?
- It's a map of the Ottawa Capital airport.
It was hidden inside of Alerio's jacket.
And I also got a recording of the black box.
- All right, I'm all ears. - Great. (Button clicks)
Captain: Good afternoon, welcome aboard.
- Yes! Hello!
My number? Geez!
555-32-11 VA.
Yeah, Liam -
Lima, India, Alfa, Mike.
(Water drips incessantly)
Mother's maiden name? Thibodeau.
Yeah.
(Water drips incessantly)
No, I was not seeking Mental Health support.
Um... (Turns speaker phone on)
Woman: Oh, you've reached Mental Health and Wellness.
If you want Accounts, you can call back and press 2.
- Okay, please, I've been on hold for a really long time.
Can you just put me through?
- Well... okay.
But are you sure you don't wanna speak with Mental Health?
- Yes. I mean... (Sighs)
No, I... I just want Accounts, okay?
- Please hold. - Thank you.
(Line clicks, dial tone drones)
(Sharp, angry inhale)
Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! (Wood splinters)
(Yanking thumps)
(Live wires spark loudly)
(Sparking)
(Breathing hard)
(Birds chirp outside)
(Seagulls cry in the distance)
- (Sighs heavily)
(Phone chimes and vibrates)
- Hello, Yusef.
- How is my beautiful Noor? - (Giggles)
How are you?
- Yusef, I need to tell you something.
- What did you say?
- I wanna tell you-- - I can't hear you.
- Babe, can you hear me?
- Noor! - Something bad has happ--
- Noor! - Yusef, can you hear me?
- Hello? - Yusef!
- Hello? Noor! - Yusef!
Yusef!
(Birds chirp outside)
(Weeping)
(Door clicks open, Noor gasps for air)
(Crying)
- It was an inside job.
Somebody drew him a map of the Ottawa Capital airport.
- Or he drew it off some photo he found online.
- No, his brother said it wasn't his handwriting.
And, if Spanish was your first language,
wouldn't you write an "O" instead of "W" for "west"?
- Okay, so maybe someone helped him get into that wheel well.
He could've died up there.
- Or it could've been hypoxia -
slowed his metabolism down to a deep sleep,
which would've helped him survive.
- Can you test for hypoxia?
- No. (Sighs)
- Then what am I taking to the Crown?
At best, it's criminal negligence.
- (Sighs heavily)
(Knocking) - Hey!
- I was looking at the autopsy results.
I noticed there's a rupture,
in the aorta of the heart.
- Trauma can wrench it out, but the person has to be alive.
- So Alerio was alive...
- When he hit the ground.
- (Sighs)
- (Sighs) He was just a kid. - This is a homicide.
Let's follow the money.
Jenny: Roberto said that he was sending money home to Alerio.
(Bag rustles)
Alerio collects this money in Caracas.
(Street hums with chatter)
And then Alerio trades his Bolivares
for US dollars.
(Speaking Spanish)
Donovan: He would have to find someone
to smuggle him onto the airport grounds.
Maybe a baggage handler.
That guy gets a map of the Capital Airport
and a small cut of the money.
(Footsteps clank)
But the big money would go to the person
that turned a blind eye
as he climbed into the wheel well.
Jenny: The person who did the final walk-around
before the plane took off. (Plane roars overhead)
Captain: Passengers, due to a medical emergency,
we are rerouting through Metro Toronto Airport.
Please return to your seats.
Jackie, deploy the landing gear now.
Jackie: Already? We're still 10 minutes out from the airport.
Captain: It's okay, you can do it now.
- Wind speed's looking pretty good.
I could wait till we're at 15,000 feet
so there's less drag. - Do as I say! Do it now!
(Sirens wail)
Donovan: The pilot opened the landing gear early,
right after they were rerouted.
- He jettisoned the body because they knew
that he was in there.
(Doors open and bang shut)
There was no one to smuggle him out in Toronto.
The pilot knew he would get caught...
so he killed him.
♪♪♪
(Low hum of chatter, music plays)
Ross: (Sucks in his breath)
(Deepens voice) Hey!
Can I just get like a... a Horse's Neck, please,
with one ice cube?
- Sure, no problem. - Sweet.
- Can I get some ID?
- (Sighs heavily)
(Low hum of chatter, music plays)
♪♪♪
(Phone beeps periodically on hold)
(Ladder clunks)
(Yanking thumps)
(Phone beeps)
(Water drips)
(Live wire sparks, ladder creaks)
(Phone beeps)
(Live wire sparks, phone beeps)
(Live wire sparks, Phone beeps)
(Live wire sparks repeatedly, phone beeps repeatedly)
- Hey! I'm not sure how hungry you are,
but, uh, I got us some ackee and saltfish,
some festival, some rice and peas!
Uh...
(Muffled cry of seagulls)
Noor? (Keys clatter on table)
Noor?
(Dog barks in the distance)
♪♪♪
(Airplane engine roars)
- I brought your brother's ashes.
(Chain link fence rattles)
- Thank you.
I couldn't claim his body because--
- You're undocumented.
I realize it was a... a big risk
for you to come forward and help identify your brother.
I wanted, um, at least,
for you to be able to, uh,
to lay him to rest.
I'm sorry that you can't take him home.
- But where is home?
(Plane engine rumbles in the distance)
(Ashes scatter)
(Plane engine hisses and rumbles in the distance)
(Dryer bumps and rattles loudly)
- (Inhales deeply)
(Breathing hard)
- Hey! - (Inhales deeply)
Hey.
- Whatchya doing?
- Uh... (Turns dryer off)
nothing. Just uh...
drying my boots.
- Yeah? - Yeah, yeah.
- I, I found my drip! It was uh...
driving me crazy. (Relieved sigh)
- As crazy as waking up in a bathtub?
- Eh... (Both chuckle)
- Yeah. (Phone rings)
It's Rosssss.
Hey.
- Mom? Hey.
Yeah, I got a job!
- You did?! - Yeah. At the Angel Bar.
I'm like washing dishes, and putting out garbage,
and, you know, just like stuff like that!
- Wow, okay, your...
first job!
Amazing! - Mom, I'm... I'm,
I'm so sorry I lied to you. - Yeah, well, just,
we'll talk about the rest of it later, okay?
- Okay. Um, I gotta go, I'm on the clock,
but I'll be home late. Bye!
- Okay, bye. (Chuckles)
Ross got a job. - Oh!
- Yeah. - Good.
- (Sighs) I just...
You know, I'm, I'm worried about his future,
but uh...
- Nobody knows.
- Yeah. - You do your best.
(Kiss) Hmm? - Hmm.
(Gasps) Oh, hey, did you uh...
- (Clears throat)
- Did you change the...
whatchamacallit?
- Oh yeah. Change of address, done.
Boom. I live here now.
- Really. - Mm-hmm.
- Okay. So it's official.
We are uh... roommates.
- (Chuckles) Roommates?!
- Mm-hmm. Yeah. We're roommates.
- (Muffled) Roommates... - Mm-hmm.
- I guess.
(Loud click, everything powers down)
- Oh boy... (Sighs heavily)