- I didn't graduate from High School
and I didn't get into university,
and I was gonna tell you.
- I can't believe this.
(Wires spark)
- You, uh, keep those triggers in check, all right?
- Yeah.
- Don't let your bucket fill up, brother.
- No, no, no. - You may have a badge,
but I don't have to talk to you. I know my rights.
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--
- Do you mind not saying that?
- I'm putting you on an SSRI.
It'll help with your anxiety without clouding your brain.
We'll taper off your Lorazepam.
Liam: Jenny! (Knocking)
Open the door! (Door bursts open)
Jenny!
- (Gasps for air, coughs)
(Fighting grunts)
♪ Maybe while I'm listening, so hard to get ♪
♪ Now I'm gonna find you there ♪
♪ Maybe while I'm listening, so hard to get ♪
♪ Now I'm gonna find you there ♪
(Struggling grunts)
Agh!
(Struggling grunts) - Come on!
(Panting)
- Getting a little rusty, huh? - Yeah.
(Chuckles)
- You're working that dad bod of yours now, hey?
- Yeah. - (Laughing)
- Yeah.
(Car rumbles, cars honk)
- My SSRI isn't working.
- SSRIs take 4 to 6 weeks before you can notice
any therapeutic benefits. - (Exhales)
- It can take a while to find the right drug.
- (Sighs)
- Some people do experience a spike in anxiety symptoms
during their first 2 weeks.
- (Sharp exhale)
It's not just the anxiety I'm worried about.
- You're still sleepwalking.
- (Takes a deep breath, exhales slowly)
- Stay with what you're feeling, Jenny.
- Nothing. - Stay with nothingness.
- (Sighs) - Hold it.
Examine it from all sides.
- (Blows out breath)
- What is nothing telling you?
- My son is in there! My son's in there!
- No!
Neil: You're feeling something, that's good.
- Noooo! No! - (Sobbing)
Neil: Push through, Jenny. (Phone rings)
(Flames roar)
- Oh sorry. I just... - Do you really need to...
- (Phone clicks) - answer that?
- (Sighs) It's work. I have to go.
Sorry.
(Car rumbles, traffic honks)
(Streetcar rattles)
(Rat squeaking)
(Alarm beeps)
(Footsteps thud)
(Alarm beeps)
(Door clicks open)
♪♪♪
(Door clicks open)
(Alarm stops)
(Rat squeaks)
♪♪♪
(Footsteps thud)
(Gloves snap into place)
(Rats scurry)
(Bag thuds)
♪♪♪
- (Whispers prayer)
♪♪♪
(Door clicks open)
- I'm pretty sure this is how it all started
when the velociraptors seized control of the genetics lab.
Jurassic Park?
- Huh. Yeah, I never saw it.
- (Sighs) The vic's name is, um,
Brad Morton, 24.
- He's got bite marks on his extremities
and on his face.
- 24-year-old science nerds
aren't supposed to die like this.
Jenny: No one is supposed to die like this.
(Squeaking)
- So Brad, what happened to you?
(Squeaking)
♪♪♪
(Scratching and scurrying in the walls and vents)
- Rats.
♪♪♪
- He's got faint bruising on his hands and arms.
Looks fresh.
- Possibly from a fight?
- He's got skin discoloration. Greyness.
Could be from... a heart attack.
- Or from chemical exposure.
This place is a toxic waste dump.
Nitrates, ethanols, acids, gas...
- This fingernail here is broken.
Defensive wound.
- From the way the lab's trashed,
compelling argument for self-defense.
- What's going on? - I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
You can't-you can't come in here. - No, no, no,
this is my lab. No, no, no... Woman: What's happened?
Let us in. This is our lab.
Oh my God. Is that Brad?
- Yeah. - (Emotional exhales)
- Dr. Sue Pham.
- I'm her supervisor, Dr. Kam Bouden,
VP Research and Innovation.
- Jenny Cooper, I'm the coroner,
and this is Detective McAvoy.
- How well did you know Brad?
- I just started a few months ago, but Sue -
sorry, Dr. Pham - was his supervisor.
Sue: Brad was my lab assistant. (Crying)
Was it painful - his death?
- He's not in pain now, okay?
- What was your relationship like with Brad?
- Brad was a grad student,
determined to make a difference.
Bright, loyal...
an invaluable asset to my research.
- Um, Dr. Pham, when was the last time you saw Brad?
- Friday evening?
Or um... Saturday?
I'm not sure.
When I'm busy, all the days blend into one.
Brad was coming in for his usual night shift.
- Doing what?
- He took up some extra work euthanizing lab rats.
- Did you have any conflicts with Brad?
- None. A good grad student is a hot commodity.
I-I-It's a competitive market out there.
- Did he have problems with anyone else at work?
- I wouldn't tolerate that in my lab.
Plus, Brad was the best assistant I've ever had.
An invaluable asset to my research.
- What were you studying?
- Um, we're experimenting with CRISPR technology
to eradicate Lewy Body Dementia.
- Oh, uh...
I've, I've read about CRISPR.
It's like uh... genetic engineering.
- Exactly.
- Sounds like real life-changing research.
- It is.
No one would have to live through the pain
of losing a loved one to dementia.
That's my mission in a nutshell.
- You're doing really important work.
- Thank you.
(Birds chirp)
(Microwave beeps) - No.
(Loud microwave hums) How did that happen?
(Sizzling)
Okay. - Whoa, Gordon!
- Morning! - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Oh my God. No, I could've burned the whole place down.
- No-no-no, it's okay, it's okay. Don't worry.
Uh, I do it all the time.
- You can't trust an old geezer with dementia.
Ah! Don't worry. Microwave, toaster oven, frying pan...
who knows what's the best technique for grilled cheese?
- Butter on both sides, that's my vote.
- Yeah, that's it. Good.
(Microwave beeps)
- Well... nope. (Microwave clunks shut)
- Oh, where you going? Why you got a bag?
- Oh, I'm going training after I drop you off
for your EKG appointment. - Ah, youth.
- Yeah, I'm going with Mal, you know, my army brother.
- Oh yeah. - We spot each other.
At the gym, and in general. - Oh, that's great.
You know, everybody needs a life-string.
- You mean, a lifeline? - That's what I said.
Can you give me a couple minutes?
I gotta pop upstairs. Be right with you.
- All right. Good.
(Grunts) Jeez.
(Loud thud upstairs)
(Text message chimes)
(Phone vibrates) - All right. Thank you.
- You need to go?
- Uh... no. No, it's fine.
It's just um...
my dad had a... a bit of a grilled cheese situation.
- No, I hear you. The sandwich generation's tough.
(Door opens) - I wish that's all it was.
- All the keyfob entries to the building
over the past 72 hours, like you asked.
- All right. Have you check out everyone's alibi?
- Already on it, Big D. Statements from everyone
except an Erika Mukherjee, who was speaking badly about Brad
for getting her fired from her job.
- All right. Let's go talk to Erika.
- Yeah. - All right.
- Maybe Erica had it in for Brad.
- You used your keycard
to enter the building over the weekend.
- Obvs. What, are you gonna arrest me for that?
- Depends what you were doing.
- Well, after I was ungraciously
taken off of Sue's dementia study,
the only work I could get was babysitting annoying undergrads
doing their senior lab projects on the weekend.
Which is exactly what I was doing this past weekend.
You can ask any one of them.
- Oh, I will.
You'll need to provide names and numbers.
- How would you describe your relationship with Brad?
- I have a near-perfect grade-point average
and his... it was average.
I have tons of letters of recommendation
and research experience, and he had none.
He didn't even have an interest in dementia research.
My grandmother has dementia!
Besides, Sue and Brad deserved each other.
Disloyalty is thicker than blood.
- What does that mean?
- It means I started following Brad.
- I wanted to see what he had over me.
And you know what? The mofo went straight from Sue's lab
to the competitor's across town.
Every Thursday at 2, like clockwork.
- So you think Brad was working for both labs?
- Oh, he was totally a mole,
selling our research to the other lab.
- So... there's another lab
that's studying Lewy Body Dementia?
Uh, are they any closer to finding a cure than this lab?
- Rumour is, they've already started human trials.
God, I bet that drives Sue nuts.
She may be purely motivated
by the prevention of disease and suffering,
but... she wants that patent first.
- Yeah. That patent's worth money.
- Millions of dollars.
- And where'd you say Brad went?
- Everything I told you is bound
by like a coroner confidentiality, right?
'Cause I just applied for the internship there.
- Yeah... no.
♪♪♪
- So, the Lewy Body Dementia that Dr. Pham's studying...
that's what your dad has?
- Yeah... yeah. - Yeah.
Liam: Hey! Popeye! - (Gordon laughs)
- It's canned spinach that give you muscles,
Not - what is that? - cream of mushroom soup.
- Yeah, it is, but... something's gotta, right?
Plus, I'm getting a belly from all the fried chicken at work.
- Oh, well, you know, you wanna go with Liam.
Go down to the gym, get yourself a 6-pack.
- Grandpa! - Is that rude?
- Yeah, come if you want, man. It's fun.
We're doing some MMA.
- No, I'm okay. Plus, you know,
I'm more into Bolivian Juj...
uh... Bavarian Jujitsu?
- Yeah, that's, that's not a thing.
- Huh...? - But, hey, come with me anyway.
- Um... yeah? I mean, Grandpa, you're going?
- Just for the ride, not for the gym.
I gotta go see a stupid doctor.
(Text chimes) - Boys' trip!
Is that my mom? What'd she say?
- No. Please. It's Mal.
He's not coming, he hurt his shoulder.
- Oh...
He oughta take arnica. - Oh yeah?
- Yeah! A-R-N-I-C-A.
- (Keys tap) "Take arnica."
(Traffic sounds)
Siri-voice: Welcome to Agamede Canada,
North America's leading pharmaceutical research labs.
- Welcome to the future.
Siri-voice: Our mission is to improve
the quality of human life.
Please follow the security protocols for guests.
(Scanning beeps)
(Screen beeps)
♪♪♪
- I think you just... look at it.
(Scanning beep)
This NDA...
"25 years since date of signature."
- "The recipient shall remain in confidence..."
- What do they want next, our firstborn?
- It's next level.
♪♪♪
(Beeps)
- Okay. - Okay.
- If they want Ross, they can have him.
Is that Sue?
- Sure looks like her.
- Dr. Ambrosia Pham.
- Oh, you're um...
twins.
- This is the miracle of CRISPR.
We have the potential to eradicate
the ills of humanity
by clipping away the unwanted DNA.
Painless.
The study of science deals with facts.
It's also deeply spiritual
and requires a leap of faith.
That's why we're on the cutting edge
of Lewy Body Dementia research.
- Are you close to finding a cure?
- Is it your mom or dad who has it?
- Oh, uh...
my dad.
- Sometimes spots open up in the study.
I can put him on the wait list.
- Uh...
- Feel free to peruse the literature.
- Thank you.
- Um...
do you know this man, Dr. Pham?
- No.
- Did he ever work for you? - No.
There are hundreds of scientists working at this lab.
Thousands who work for Agamede around the world.
It's... impossible to know everyone.
- And maybe he came in for an interview or internship.
He was working on a similar study for your sister's lab.
- HR might know.
- Sue never mentioned him?
She said he was her most valuable lab assistant.
- My sister and I never talk shop.
- Never?
- We live together,
and we're in direct competition together.
It would be a conflict of interest.
- Did you ever think about collaborating?
- If my sister didn't accuse me of being a sellout.
- Why is that?
- She believes in the purity of science,
unencumbered by the big bad drug companies.
- So you're not close.
- We're closely competitive.
She never fails to remind me
that she was born 17.5 minutes before me.
- You know, Sue seemed really close to Brad.
You sure you never saw him?
He never came in here trying to sell scientific secrets
or subterfuge? - (Chuckles)
You watch too much TV, Detective.
That's not who I am.
- So if I went to the other labs in this building
and showed everyone his picture,
no one would recognize him?
- Correct.
- We're talking about a homicide here.
You've got a pretty tight system here.
I'm sure his every move would've been recorded...
yours too.
- Call me about your dad.
- Thank you.
(Footsteps recede)
(Door clicks open)
(Traffic whooshes, birds chirp)
(Door shuts)
♪♪♪
(Door opens and shuts)
- I'm Casey Winter, the new pathologist.
I'm no Dr. Allen, but I like off-Broadway ♪♪♪als,
new cuisine, and old mixtapes.
And you may have seen my cape.
- (Chuckles) I... think I'm going to like you.
- Ugh! You already like me.
- You should embrace rats.
They're like family. - No, no and no.
Does your family do that? Mm-mm.
- Rat brains are closest to humans, just sayin'.
Especially where we feel our emotional pain,
that's inherited from rats.
- But their creepy long tails and disease-carrying bodies.
There's still that.
- I got desensitized euthanizing them
to help pay for undergrad.
- Dr. Winter, you're here. - Yes.
So, what do we know about Brad?
- We're still in progress.
So far, toxicology came back clean.
- Huh. He used to euthanized lab rats.
- Well, shat about carbon dioxide?
It's what they use to anesthetize lab rats.
- Maybe CO2 hose was leaking?
- You need a lot of CO2 even for a normal sized room.
- He might have felt woozy, like he was high or drunk,
but that's about it...
speaking from experience.
- I was just about to do the vitreous humor analysis.
Gentle...
gentle...
All right. Let's get this party started.
- My mom is gonna freak when she finds out I'm here.
In a really good way.
(Liam's phone chimes)
Is that her? You wanna let her know I'm here?
- Uh... no, it's Mal.
- Hey, are you gonna make me wax on, wax off?
- No, this isn't Karate, kid.
- Yeah... well, you know.
Jeez, um...
(Keys tap) "Slow down on the beers.
It's only 11."
(Ross blows out his breath, phone chimes, vibrates)
(Phone chimes, vibrates)
Instructor: 20 burpees! Let's get the blood pumping!
- Ross? - Yeah?
- I'll be right back, 'kay? - Okay! Help.
(Towel crumples) - (Exhales)
(Knocking, door opens)
- Thought you could use this.
You've been looking a little... sleep-deprived.
- Mm... (laughs) Awesome.
Thank you for this, it's not your job.
I appreciate it.
- We're also friends, too.
And mothering suits me. - Mm.
Oh hey, hey.
How'd your uh, how'd your date with Sabina go?
- I fell asleep. - Aw... I feel ya.
Thank you!
(Door opens)
- The results in yet? - Any minute now.
- Okay.
(Computer ribbits)
- There.
- You changed the incoming email noise.
- Yeah, croaking.
Get it? (Chuckles)
Oh, this is unusual.
His potassium levels are high.
Jenny: Okay, but the levels rise, post-mortem.
- But this much? This is very, very high.
- KCl is used in labs to make buffer solutions.
- So he could've been poisoned.
(Car rumbles up)
(Engine cuts-off, door opens)
- (Groans in pain) (Door shuts)
- Jenny says to look for potassium chloride?
- Yup. You know, I talked to all the profs and students.
I mean, other than Erika, he was well-liked.
Even his ex was a fan.
- Well, there's always someone with a motive, Mac.
Just need to find someone to rat them out.
- I uh... I see what you did there.
(Chuckles)
(Footsteps crunch)
- Hmm.
So what if the hose on the rat box came loose,
Brad comes in, he takes the rats out of their cages
and then puts them into the killing box...
- Turns on the gas,
but doesn't realize the hose is leaking.
- Yeah. He stumbles,
knocking over the box, losing the rats.
Knocks over some chemicals,
accidentally smearing potassium chloride
in his mouth or nose.
- Or, Sue found out he was selling secrets,
loosened the rat box hose,
thinking that gas would kill him.
- This tank's not too lethal-looking.
- Or it didn't kill him.
But it could have incapacitated him...
long enough for Sue to inject him with potassium chloride...
easily accessible in the lab.
- Oh no! - Oh yes.
- But--
- You're gonna have to search for the needle
in the sharps bucket. (Light taps)
(Pained grunts)
(Low hum of chatter)
(Dog barking)
(Pounding on door)
- Mal?!
Open up, man, it's me!
(Baby crying)
(Low hum of chatter)
(Knocking) Mal!
(Quietly) C'mon, bro.
Don't do this to me. Come on.
(Knocking) MAL!
(Rattles doorknob)
(Metallic thuds)
(Door bursts open)
(Breathing hard) - Mal?!
(Newsreel plays in the background)
(Breathing hard)
(Shaky breaths)
(Newsreel fades)
♪♪♪
(Shaky breaths)
(Blows out his breath)
(Shaky breaths)
Come on, come on...
(Shaky breaths)
Okay...
- (Small cough) - Mal?
Brother. Stay with me, brother.
Stay with me.
I'm here, man. (Phone dials, rings)
Yeah, yeah. I-I-I need, I need an ambulance now!
(Metal detector beeps) - (Exhales)
Meditation App: Your thoughts are under your control.
- My thoughts are under my control.
Meditation App: You are calm and relaxed.
- I am calm and relaxed.
(Low hum of chatter)
- Jenny, you really need to tell me
when your family's gonna drop in. I mean, I love them,
but I'm Pomodoro'ing my workday so I can get home to mine.
You know, be a human cow, instead of all this pumping.
- Alison, I'm sorry, I don't know why he's here.
- You were supposed to drop your dad off at an appointment.
Security found him in the cafeteria freaking out.
- (Sighs) Yeah, sorry.
- Jen?! - Hey...
- Where've you been!
- At work, Dad. You forgot.
I made arrangements for Wheel-Trans
to pick you up after your orthopedics appointment
to take you to your neurologist.
- I don't think so.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
(Sighs) Okay, Alison,
uh, can you reschedule my appointments for me?
Thank you.
- You know, we can forget ortho
because it's really my brain needs fixing.
Look at my hand. It's not even swollen anymore.
(Phone rings in the background)
You know, my hand is hurting a little bit.
Just not sure why we gotta have a doctor
tell me that my hand is hurting when I know my hand hurts.
(Chuckle) You know what I mean? - Yeah.
- I already went to see that doctor
with your live-in boyfriend there.
Where we live.
- Hey, Dad, you hungry? You want a snack?
- What ya got?
No thanks. I just wanna go home.
(Paper rustles) - I uh...
I found a study.
- A study about what?
- On Lewy Body Dementia.
- Oh yeah?
- Yeah, they're, they're seeing if...
if they can remove the gene that causes it.
- Really? - Yeah.
Yeah, they're gonna be testing it on people,
to see if it works.
- Testing? What kind of testing?
- Uh, it's uh...
it's a new technique
where they cut out the gene
and then they allow the body to repair itself.
- Oh my God, great.
I'm definitely interested, if you could get me in there.
- Uh... yeah, I mean yeah, you could if you...
if you want to.
- I'm game. - Okay.
- I'll hold on to this card.
Safe and secure.
(Phone chimes, vibrates)
- Hey, Wendy. I'm working a case.
Wendy: Ooh. Did a tomato do it or a tomahto?
- Uh, don't you have a bridge to build or something?
- I'm on lunch. And I'm not that kind of engineer anyway,
I build tunnels. Speaking of which--
- Whoa, there is no "speaking of which."
How is that a segue?
- Can we talk about your plus-one situation
for my wedding? I can give you the hook-up.
- Oh, no, no. I do not need you to hook me up
with any your friends, little sis.
- I have good taste in women.
- Yeah. Oh! Gotta go. (Phone beeps off)
(Door opens, shuts)
What you got for me?
- Ta-da!
- Uh, there's no arts and crafts in Homicide.
- But there is an "I".
I leaned on forensics and jumped the queue.
All of these had traces of saline,
except this one had potassium chloride.
- We have our murder weapon.
- (Laughs) Can I say we're partners now?
- Uh, pump the brakes.
Needles go in a common bucket. It's not that definitive.
- Nope, Big D works alone.
- We need motive and opportunity, Malik.
- Taylor thinks you should call me M-Rex.
- You're still in touch with T after the transfer?
- Man, just 'cause a relationship's over
doesn't mean you cut people outta your life.
Wait is that... what you gonna with me when you retire,
you gonna cut me out?
- I'm not retiring anytime soon.
- Hey! Oh! How about...
some goat roti, then?
- Thanks. And uh...
you don't have to try so hard.
- That's fair.
(Kicking and punching thuds)
(Ross grunts)
- Hey! - Hey.
- Where've you been?
You completely missed it! I did the anaconda choke.
I killed it. - Oh, okay. Uh...
yeah, I'm sorry, man, I uh...
I had to call the police and give them a report 'cause uh...
My friend had a...
he had a minor car accident.
- Oh. Well, I mean he's...
cars can be fixed, man! - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- You wanna spar? I wanna show you what I learned.
- I don't know, man.
- Ungh! Some of that.
Little bit of that! - You're a beginner.
- Dude, I can kick your ass. - Oh yeah?
- Come on! Get changed!
(Claps) Let's go!
- Okay.
- Mr. and Mrs. Morton, Brad's parents.
- Oh yeah, thank you.
- This is Jenny Cooper. - Hi.
Uh, please, uh, come on in.
(Door shuts)
- Uh, Brad was our only son.
He's, uh, the first one to get into university.
- I'm so sorry for your loss.
I'm gonna be ruling his death a homicide.
- H-ho-ow? - Who would wanna kill him?
He's just a boy.
- The police are doing their best
to figure out what happened.
- Good boy. Good boy.
- I'm sure he was.
- He got straight A's in school.
(Chuckles) He was so excited about becoming scientist,
rather than driving truck like me.
Mrs. Morton: Hold on... Brad.
- (Chokes up) He'd say: "Hold on, Mom.
I'm close to finding a cure."
Said the people that he was working for
were miracle workers.
I can't think of a single fight he would have with anyone.
Can you, my love?
- Mrs. Morton, you don't have Lewy Body Dementia, do you?
- No. Why?
- Um, I'm sorry. Would you just give me one moment?
(Door opens)
- Easy! Easy. - (Grunting)
- Ungh!
(Bones crunch) Ross: (Yelps in pain)
(Breathing hard)
(Whimpering in pain)
(Breathing hard) - Dammit...
Hey, buddy, buddy, I'm sorry.
Hey, hey.
Shit, you all right?
- (Laughs hysterically) I think you just broke my arm!
- No, no, no. It's gonna be okay.
- (Blows out breath) - Hey.
I need you to test Brad Morton for Huntington Disease.
- Huntington Disease? - Why?
- I think this poor kid was a lab rat.
- One rat wanted... dead or alive.
You know, other people can do this for us.
It's called "pest control".
- Yeah, well, for Brad's sake, it's us.
Brad had Huntington Disease, like his mom.
It's hereditary.
- So Brad wasn't just euthanizing rats,
he was a lab rat. Is that even legal?
- With medical testing these days, who knows?
- So, he was sick of being used as a human lab rat
and threatened to blow the whistle on Sue?
- Yeah, I mean... Sue could lose a lot of money for her grants
and...
potentially millions in patents.
(Cupboards thud shut)
- Well, people have killed for less.
You know, when I've had rodent problems in the past,
this is where they like to be.
(Grunts)
(Cupboard doors open)
(Items clatter)
Whoa...
(Cupboard doors shut)
- (Disgusted sigh) (Ill) Mm...
(Jenny clears her throat)
- I think we found our smoking rat.
- How much you wanna bet that this thing was bred
to have Huntington Disease?
I'm gonna get Dr. Winter to necropsy it.
- Here's what I'm stuck on:
Why hide the fact that Sue was studying Huntington Disease
instead of Dementia.
- Follow the money?
- Touché. What're you gonna do?
- I'm gonna follow the rat.
- You're in charge of the department.
How is Sue's research being funded?
- Research grants from the Canadian Department of Health Sciences.
- The CDHS grant is about how much?
- About a $100k.
- That's enough to cover lab expenses for animal testing.
Is that enough for human trials?
- There's no...
she's at animal testing stage.
Testing on humans would be a serious ethical violation.
- Did you know she was studying Huntington Disease
instead of Lewy Body Dementia? - What? No!
- We have evidence that suggests
Dr. Pham abused her position as head of the department
to coerce Brad into being the subject of human trials.
- Sue wouldn't.
It... it would be a huge scandal.
- I'll need to take a look at that grant proposal.
- I'll go get it.
(Pained grunts)
(Dialing taps, phone rings)
- Meet me at Agamede.
Jenny: I'm heading back to my office.
- I have a hunch Ambrosia might have been siphoning money
to fund Sue's research. Jenny: They seem like rivals.
- Yeah, which one of the sisters is the good twin,
and which one's the evil one?
♪♪♪
(Scanning beeps)
♪♪♪
(Footsteps thud)
(Exhales)
♪♪♪
(Instruments clink) - (Exhales)
(Readying exhale)
♪♪♪
(Door opens, gasps)
- What're you doing here? - Hi, Sue,
I'm Jenny Cooper, the coroner.
I don't believe we've met before.
Ambrosia: How did you know...
that I was pretending to be my sister this whole time?
- I didn't. Until I saw Sue for real.
- Involuntary jerking, loss of motor function.
You have Huntington Disease.
- We both do.
- Were you even studying Lewy Body Dementia?
- I am.
Sue.
Jenny: Why are your symptoms so advanced?
You're identical twins.
Is it an environmental factor?
- Huntington Disease is in the striatum.
- Yeah, the middle of the brain.
- We inject the treatment through the brain stem.
It's risky.
We should've run more animal trials.
At first, it seemed fine. And then...
- (Garbled) It's not your fault.
- This isn't normal.
- An off-target effect of the treatment.
We were experimenting.
Taking a leap of faith.
- Was killing Bard a part of that leap of faith?
- It w-was me. - (Gasps) She didn't!
They fought! - Brosia...
- She... Sue hit him,
gave him CO2. I--
- I'm living a death sentence.
I'll take the blame.
- No.
I killed Brad.
I injected him with potassium chloride in his eye,
under his tongue. Check, you'll see.
(Emotional) I did it...
to save her.
- He threatened to expose us.
- You're still injecting each other.
You aren't helping one another, you are killing each other.
- I don't care. There's still a chance.
I don't wanna live...
without my sister. - (Sobbing)
(Siren wails) (Door shuts)
(Police radio chatter)
- So what're you gonna do now?
- Arrest them both.
They both have the same DNA and both have motives.
One, out of self-preservation.
The other, out of love.
(Car starts, rumbles away)
- Financial Crimes Unit's shutting down
both labs for fraud.
- Both labs.
Okay.
They were so close to a breakthrough.
(Scoffs)
- I'm sorry, about your dad.
That study must've given you hope.
- It's okay. I uh... I don't know if I could've...
put my dad through it anyways, you know?
CRISPR technology isn't guaranteed,
and I'd rather have him flawed and intact.
- Yeah.
All right, I'll see you.
♪♪♪
(Traffic whooshes by)
(Dialing taps)
(Phone rings)
- Hey, Dad.
I'm-I'm just checking in.
(Curtains rasp)
♪♪♪
- (Relaxed exhale) (Phone rings)
(Takes off headphones, music stops)
(Phone rings, vibrates)
- Noor, don't hang up.
Noor: Who is this?
- It's Detective Donovan McAvoy.
And I'm not trying to track this call.
- Really, detective? - Truth.
- First you whisk me off to your house,
then you plant a batphone in my bag.
What are you doing?
- I'm not sure. (Chuckles)
I mean...
I just wanted you to know... if you need me,
use the phone.
I'm here.
Hello?
You still there?
- I'm here. - You safe?
- Yes, Detective.
- Did I ever tell you about Oumuamua?
- That space rock people are saying is a UFO?
- Uh-huh.
Noor: You're one of those, eh?
You don't think we're alone.
(Small laugh)
(Crickets chirp, owl hoots)
(Bag crinkles)
- (Tired sigh) Ross: Mhmm.
Hey! (Crunching) - (Concerned) Hey!
Looks-- What happened?
- I'm fine! - Ross, you broke your arm!
Why didn't you... wha? Why didn't you call me?
- Because it doesn't hurt.
Seriously. I was doing MMA with Liam!
Speaking of which, you should try that.
You'd be really good at it. You got a lot of rage.
- Where's Liam?
- I think he's outside.
(Crickets chirp)
(Swallows shot, blows out breath)
(Alcohol pours)
(Liam sighs)
(Sniffles)
(Approaching footsteps crunch)
(Slurps)
- Hey... - Hey!
- I just saw Ross. - Yeah.
- What happened? - I uh...
you know, I-I broke your son's arm.
- I'm sorry, uh...
he didn't say it was you. What--
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Listen, I, I usually have total control, all right?
It's just, it's... - Oh God...
- It's been a... a hard day.
You know, Mal, right? - Mhmm.
- He tried to kill himself today and um...
I found him.
I never thought he would be the one.
- Oh, shit. Um...
I'm sorry, um... - It's all right.
- Is he okay? Are you okay?
- Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Yeah, doctor said there's nothing to do but...
go home and wait, so...
(Blows out breath)
- Listen, I am... - (Blows out breath)
- I'm sorry about Ross, okay?
If you want me to leave, I will. It's just...
- Ah...
- Hey! - Hey. - Hey...
- I'm... I'm like 100 percent fine.
We were doing MMA.
- Yeah. - Boundaries, mom.
(Crickets chirp)
- Yeah.
- (Sighs) (Car tires crunch)
(Engine hums)
(Engine cuts-off, door opens)
- Ma'am? - Hi.
- Your father lives here? - No, he lives in Toronto.
Dad!
(Door shuts)
- This is the address he gave as his.
He was wandering by this address.
- Thank you.
- Yeah. Thanks very much. She was very nice.
- Dad, what were you doing here?
- Well, I wasn't, I wasn't wandering.
This is the address of the person
who's doing that study you told me about,
that might potentially save me.
I just wanted to make contact. - Yeah.
(Engine starts) Oh Dad...
- That's all.
- Yeah, that's all.
(Car rumbles away) (Sighs heavily)