- Jenny Cooper. I'm the new coroner.
- Donovan McAvoy. Homicide.
Investigating deaths isn't for everyone.
- It is for me. - You're sad because of Dad.
- And I know you're sad too.
David?! Liam: How did your husband die?
Jenny: An aneurysm.
My husband spent all of our money before he died,
so I am gonna have to sell my house.
What about you? - I was in the army.
Where'd you get this? - I don't remember.
(Dog barks, growls softly)
♪♪♪
Ross: (Long, slow exhalation)
Jenny: (Sighs heavily)
(Footsteps scuff, long, slow exhalation)
(Footsteps pause, long, slow exhalation)
- (Under her breath) Great.
(Box rustles)
(Sighs)
Everything is in the wrong box.
Hey. Where do you think we should put this?
Ross? Hey, Rossy?!
- I'm visualizing. - Okay, well,
help me visualize where we should put your Dad's ashes.
- (Amused snort)
- The mantlepiece? - (Chuckling) No.
- Is it calling you? - No.
- Is that what we should do? - It's not calling me.
- The mantlepiece? - No, no, you're being creepy.
- Right here? - You are being creepy.
- Hey, be careful.
- I think we should put Dad in the closet
until we know what to do with him.
- Okay... - (Sighs)
(Door opens and thumps loudly)
- Oh! Whoa, whoa... Okay. Okay, I got it.
- This house is the worst. (Door thumps lightly)
- Ow! Shhhh...it.
- See? This house hates us. - Mm-mm.
- Everything's falling apart. You know, we can't go upstairs.
- Okay, there's just a few leaks in the roof, but...
I promise you, Ross, we are gonna feel good
about living here, okay?
(Phone buzzes, Jenny sighs)
It's work. Jenny Cooper.
Where?
'Kay. Thanks.
Oh, buddy, I'm sorry,
you're gonna have to take the Go Train to school.
- But that's not part of my routine.
- Ross-- - I'm kidding.
I've already got my bag packed -
double suits, double caps,
uh, playlist is insane. Because you don't win the race--
- You uh... you win the day.
- Yes. - Got it.
Wisdom absorbed. - Mm-hmm?
Oh, hey, uh... I'm gonna be at your practice.
- You don't have to be. - But I'm gonna be.
(Door opens and closes)
(Traffic whooshes)
(Streetcar dings, horns blare)
McAvoy: Thank you, Rog.
Hey! - Hey.
So aside from being "rich", who was this Victor Stenton?
- He's the cannabis king. - What?
- Vic Stenton, the dead man, he's a weed mogul.
- Huh. The one drug that doesn't kill you.
- What's going on there? - Nothing.
I just have a splinter.
- Yeah? Let me see. - I'm good.
- You can't work with a piece of wood in your hand. I mean,
what if it falls out, contaminates my scene?
I come prepared.
All right. Ready? - (Clears throat) Mm-hmm.
- On three. One-- - (Gasps) Ow!
Thanks. - You're welcome.
(People chatter, horns honk outside)
You're gonna need this,
and then we're going up to the penthouse.
(Elevator dings, muffled party music blares)
♪♪♪
Jenny: Looks like he came to the door to get help.
McAvoy: Nobody answered and he came back.
- And the party's still going?
- Shitty neighbours. Not a crime.
This way.
(Camera shutter clicks)
(Music carries through door, door closes)
(Camera shutter clicks)
(Officers chatter)
(Siren wails in the distance)
Body's in the bathroom.
(Helicopter rotors beat outside)
- 'Scuse me, (Shaky sigh)
can I please change my clothes?
My son is downstairs, waiting for me.
Officer: Yeah, it's 22 through 24.
(Officers chatter, camera snaps repeatedly)
- We'll be as quick as we can.
(Horns honk outside)
Geez. - It's a bloodbath.
- He was moved, after he died.
- Yeah, his wife found him and called the medics.
They tried to revive him. - Wow...
That was optimistic.
(Dramatic music)
(Dog pants)
(Water drips)
(Dog growls softly) McAvoy: You okay?
- Huh?
No, yeah, uh...
Yeah, I just, I...
sometimes I-I... see things in my peripheral vision and...
uh... (Clears throat)
Well, this uh, this crime scene is contaminated to hell.
Let's uh... let's get to work.
- All right.
♪♪♪
Jenny: His body is covered in cuts.
- Well, death by a thousand. - You'd think.
It's actually this enormous hole in his neck
that actually killed him. It's really deep.
Have you found the murder weapon yet?
- Not yet.
- We're probably looking for a large knife.
(Sighs)
Glass.
Help me roll him? - Yeah.
Hey, can you give us a hand?
Ready? On three. - Mm-hmm.
- One, two, three.
- Wow. That's a lot of wounds on his back.
Thanks.
- Ready? - Yeah, okay.
- It's definitely not self-inflicted.
Maybe...
fell backwards through a window or...
McAvoy: No broken windows.
Jenny: Well, he definitely exsanguinated in this room,
so if the broken glass didn't originate here
or in the apartment...
- Car crash?
Maybe he was thrown through the window...
carjacked.
- Okay, so nude carjacking and then...?
- Carjacker brought him upstairs, stabbed him,
and um...
When you say it out loud, it's...
- Yeah. - Yeah.
He was definitely somewhere else before he died here.
(Gloves snap, plastic rustles)
Malik. We're looking for a knife.
- Got it, Mac. There's a full set in the kitchen.
I luminol-ed them - no trace of blood.
McAvoy: Send some uniforms down to the garbage room.
Jenny: Does she have to be sitting there?
She's not a suspect, is she?
- No, we alibi'd her. She was in New York with her kid,
came home and found him.
We need her clothes though;
we're waiting on a female officer.
- Well, I can do it.
It's not right to have her sitting there like that.
(Officers chatter, camera clicks)
Hi. I'm Jenny Cooper, I'm the coroner.
(Sighs)
Okay, um... let's uh...
let's start with your coat.
- I should've changed my name.
- Pardon?
- Vic didn't care about things like that and now he's...
and I don't even have his name.
(Clothing rustles)
Vic was so strong.
How could someone do that to him?
(Panicking) And... and what... what...
what do I tell Luke?
What do I tell Vic's parents?
Where... where are we gonna sleep tonight?
I don't know what to do.
- Okay. - I don't know what to do!
- Hey.
You don't have to do anything, okay?
Not right now.
You are stronger than you know,
and you need to remember that for your son.
- Thank you.
I hope you never go through anything like this.
(Forceful knocking)
(Door opens, music blares)
- Whoa...
You know the saying, "a little dab'll do"?
It goes for cologne too.
- It is burning my eyes.
- We're tired of being harassed
with all these noise complaints.
- It's not harassment if the police come once, Mr...?
- I'm not giving you a name. I'm a lawyer, I know my rights.
- Your right to party, is that what you're fighting for?
- That's good.
Is that what you're fighting for,
because if not, we're here about a homicide.
- What? - Murder.
Jenny: Hey. Uh...
Was Vic Stenton at your party?
- What happened to Vic? - You know Vic Stenton?
- I should call a lawyer. - Oh, but you are a lawyer.
- Okay, this is a business gathering.
It's, it's for professionals. It's like a networking event.
There's very important people here, so please don't...
oh...
♪ That's right I'm pimping my bones, oh! ♪
- This is a sex party.
- (Sighs awkwardly and claps)
Party's over, sex friends!
♪ Oh, I'm pimping my bones
♪ I got this, baby
Yup, come on, get up. (Claps hands)
Were you two with Vic last night?
Man: We were with a lot of people last night.
Queer, straight. Black, white.
Blonde hair, purple hair.
- Was there ever any jealousy?
- (Scoffs) This isn't the '90s.
We're social disrupters.
Tech moguls, software engineers...
These parties are an extension
of our bold, unconventional lifestyles.
We're living our brands.
- Are you a tech mogul?
- We own a chain of very successful
gluten-free bakeries.
Woman: It's not what you think.
McAvoy: Where's your partner?
- I do pretty well on my own, Detective.
- (Sighs, uncomfortable) Uh...
did you see any broken glass anywhere?
- No.
- When was the last time you saw Vic?
- I signed an NDA.
In the cuddle puddle,
then he must've paired off.
- With who? - I was busy
and the music was loud,
but if they paired off, it was probably in here.
- Thank you. - Mm.
(Glass thunks heavily)
- So this was probably the last place anyone saw Vic.
- I mean, is it possible that he was attacked here first?
- We'll luminol the hell out of the place,
see what we can find. (Jenny's phone chimes)
- Oh, uh...
hey, are you good? - Yeah.
Where you going? - Pool party.
- Pool party, sex party.
Everyone's goin' to parties.
♪♪♪
(Phone crashes loudly, echoing bark)
(Water breaks)
♪♪♪
(Normal sounds resume)
(Water splashes)
(Pills clatter, lid snaps into place)
(Water splashes)
Matteo: You're rolling too soon.
- Yeah, 'cause my pull-through's too weak
and my stroke-count's off.
- 'Cause you haven't been in the pool for three months.
- 'Cause I've been in Bellwoods with you,
eating charcoal ice cream and Kayla's edibles.
(Matteo chuckles, Ross catches his breath)
- Couple more practices, you'll be gold medal again.
- (Chuckles) I don't know about that.
Okay, how do I tell her
that she doesn't have to come every practice?
- After your dad, I think you'd enjoy
having a parent not yell at you for excessive rolling?
- But I was rolling too much. Dad noticed it.
We fixed it. I got faster.
- Her new hair though. - (Laughs)
- Is she like, traumatized? - (Snorts)
- That's why women cut their hair.
- You should see our new house.
- I'm more worried about you. (Bell rings)
- Oh, I'm-I'm great.
Come on, we've got Favro for homeroom.
- Oh, in case you missed getting yelled at.
- (Laughs) Yeah.
(Water splashes, announcement over PA system)
River: You have to chuck your cups, Dr. Cooper.
- Uh... I will, River, I will. Thank you.
(Sighs) He's pretty muscular. What do you think? Steroids?
Dwayne: Ah, the tox screen will tell all.
But, if not,
I am definitely following his trainer on Instagram.
- Does he have breast implants?
Dwayne: Pec implants.
That would be my reading of those luminous masses
on the scan. River: (Amused) Hmm.
- What's your reading of this?
- Oh, uh... (Metallic thump)
I thought it was glare,
but if the pec implant is obscuring something...?
- Do you uh, do you have a rag? - Yeah.
(Instruments clink lightly)
- Uh, whoa! Don't do that--
- No, it already did all the damage it could on the way in.
(Gelatinous, squishy sounds)
(Glass grates against bone)
(Grunt of exertion)
Somebody stabbed him so hard it just slipped in there.
This was no accident.
(Garbage rustles)
- Man, rich people throw away crazy things.
Painting of a dog, lamps,
solid gold bracelet.
Can I keep it?
- We luminoled that room - found blood traces galore.
- Okay...
Find any glass yet? Malik: Nada.
(Lid clatters) McAvoy: Look.
ID!
(Camera snaps repeatedly, trash bag items clatter)
♪♪♪
- This matches the piece that I pulled out of Vic's body.
- Yeah, I would say it's the glass top of a coffee table.
- The woman who was flirting with you...
- Okay...
- She put her drink on the... floor.
- Yeah, there was nowhere else to put it.
Shanti: Vic liked glass furniture.
It didn't spoil the "view".
- The view of what?
- You knew about Vic's activities?
- Uh, can you uh... let me back into my place?
My son's blankie's missing.
- Malik.
- You should show her some kindness.
- I'm letting her back into a crime scene,
which is against the rules. Please don't lecture me.
- I'm not lecturing.
I'm sorry, do, do we have a problem?
- I like that you're dogged. It--
- But...? - Hang on a sec.
Would you say that's...? - Purple.
Someone mentioned purple hair. - Yeah, everyone signed an NDA.
We can go through the stack.
(Glass clinks, camera snaps)
(Phones ring)
She works at The Mother Tree,
Vic's dispensary, as a budtender.
She tried to sell the Uniforms some "Mr. Nice"
when they picked her up.
Lauren Foster?
- Look, what I do is perfectly legal.
- Hey, I support a marijuana amnesty.
Where were you last night? - At home. Watching TV.
- Now I know you're lying.
Millennials don't watch TV.
(Glass scrapes, evidence bag rustles)
- Is that blood?
- Mm-hmm.
(Phones ring, officers chatter)
I'm not a cop, okay? I'm the coroner,
and I am just trying to put a picture together
of how your boss, Vic Stenton, how he died.
May I see your hands, please?
I'm a doctor - I was -
so I understand how hard it is
to work with sore hands.
You have broken glass in your hands, Lauren.
- (Shaky breath)
McAvoy: You were at Vic's cuddle puddle.
- I didn't kill him.
Oh, Shanti must be so upset.
- What about you, Lauren?
Your hands are all cut up.
What happened to you?
Vic was your boss.
- (Sharp, shaky inhale)
- He invited you to the party.
- Mm-hmm.
- You had a few drinks?
- Not a crime. - No, not what I meant.
No one consents to being sexually assaulted,
no matter what kind of party they're at.
- The party was mostly older guys
and I wasn't into... any of the women,
so I found an empty room to sleep off my drunk.
And the next thing I knew, Vic was in his bathrobe
and he was like...
pressing himself against me,
and he was so heavy I could barely breathe.
So I pushed him, he pulled me,
we fell, there was glass everywhere,
and I fought him off.
- Using what? - I don't know.
It happened so fast.
- Could you have stabbed him,
in the heat of trying to get him off you?
- Yeah, maybe.
I was really drunk.
(Shaky breath)
A bunny saved me.
- Excuse me? - Uh... (hysterical chuckle)
There was this giant, human-sized rabbit.
It... it led me from that room
and took me downstairs and put me in a cab.
(Excited, relieved sigh)
No, I swear Vic was alive when I left with the bunny.
- I mean, maybe "third man syndrome"?
- Third bunny.
(Phones ring, people chatter)
- Well, if she's making it up,
why choose such an insane detail?
- Go big or go home. - Mm.
The wounds on her hands would've been much worse
if she had pushed that piece of glass into Vic's body.
I mean, the pressure needed
to get it into his thoracic cavity,
plus the, the angle of the entry wound.
I mean, someone would have to be standing above him
and slam that piece of glass into Vic's body.
And look at her.
I believe her.
And I believe her about the bunny too.
- (Sighs heavily)
(Cars rumble and honk)
Jenny: Hi, I'm, uh, Jenny Cooper. I'm the coroner,
I'm investigating Vic Stenton's death.
Did any dry cleaning come down from the penthouse?
- A bunny suit, in particular.
- I can check. - Okay.
- This is nuts, you know? - Well, it was a sex party.
What if there was a furry there?
- No-one mentioned it. - Well, we didn't ask.
Maybe it was normal.
- Hmm. (Bag unzips)
Thank you.
(Zipper slides)
I'll be damned.
How did you know? - In my experience,
when you imagine animals, they don't help you out.
- Do you imagine animals a lot?
- No. Then I'd be crazy.
- If you were crazy, you wouldn't know it.
- Well, people can't self-diagnose.
It's something you learn when you're a doctor.
- I would say people lie, even to themselves.
That's what you learn as a police officer.
(Chuckles) It's funny. You're autopsying a bunny.
- No, I'm taking blood swabs
to see if I can get a match to Vic Stenton
so I don't have to wait forever
for your forensics team to get it to me.
- Well, I guess whoever wore this just liked to watch.
- Remember how I said that Lauren
would've cut through tendons in her hands?
What if Vic's killer was wearing these?
(Doors squeak open, heels clack)
- (Gasps) What's that smell?
- Blood. - (Sniffing)
- Okay, what're you doing?
No, Alison, you can't do this. This is evidence in a homicide.
- Alison, you really can't be here right now.
- Aqua di Gio.
My university boyfriend wore it.
(Queasy gag, sharp intake of breath)
(Rushing footsteps)
- I know who was in the suit.
Ross and Gordon: Oh...
Gordon: Too bad. The dealer has four too. What're you gonna do?
Ross: I don't know. I... (piece thunks)
Mm... (piece thunks)
Hit me.
- You're kidding. - No.
- (Disappointed) Oh... - Come on, give it to me.
- (Disappointed sigh) - Kind of predicted that.
You're always busting yourself. - I know, I know.
- You're never gonna win that way.
God, you're worse than your father.
- (Chuckle stops) What do you mean?
- Your father, what a brutal gambler.
Oh my God. Of course, he had a, he had a gambling addiction,
but he lost $250 grand and then he lost your house.
He lost everything. (Laughs)
I shouldn't laugh really.
- What? - Yeah.
- It's almost dinnertime, Gordon.
- Oh, brilliant! What is it? - Roast beef.
Want some roast beef?
No?
Are you okay?
(Change scrapes across table) Put that in your pocket.
Thanks for the jail break, kid.
Hey, give me a shout later.
- (Sharp exhale)
- You were naked in some... not very sexy underwear
when we met, Gus.
Leads me to believe that wasn't your full party outfit.
- (Sighs)
Okay, I wore the damn suit, but not because I'm a "furry".
- It's covered in blood.
I don't give a shit what you like in bed.
- He made me wear it. - Vic?
- Yeah.
(Sighs heavily)
I wasn't attractive enough to be at the parties.
- You get to watch, but not participate.
- I was supposed to be his business partner.
He cut me out of the dispensary;
he cut me out of the online vaping business.
He treated me like dirt!
- So is that why you killed him?
- I didn't kill him!
That crazy bitch with the purple hair stabbed him.
- Did you see her do this?
- I came into the bedroom.
The coffee table's broken, there's glass everywhere,
Vic is all cut up, he's bleeding--
- Was he dead?
- He was walking around, yelling.
He must've died after...
I got... I got her a cab.
Wait! Did she say I killed him?
- Sit down, Mr. Prisciac!
- He was gonna rape her! I was the good Samaritan!
- The blood on your paws--
- I am not going down for something I didn't do!
- (Grunts) - Whoa! (Hard thump)
- (Struggling grunts)
- This is not a good look, Gus.
- (Heaving breaths) Come on... Come on, man.
I didn't do anything! - Mm-hmm. (Cuffs click)
(Birds chirp, grunt of exertion)
- Okay...
(Birds chirp)
(Door opens)
Okay... Ross: Hi?
- Hey! Uh... hold on.
(Grunts of exertion)
Jesus. Your parents home?
- No. Sorry. - No, no. Wait, wait, wait.
Hold on, hold on. Uh...
Liam Bouchard.
I used to work for Mrs. Panych.
So I do some landscaping for her.
These are cookies.
That's a nectarine tree. And here...
pass this on, okay?
- (Sighs) Look, um...
we-we don't...
she, she probably...
look, we can't afford anything right now.
You see, with this place and the move...
Uh, well, you see, my dad died, so...
- Oh. - Mm-hmm.
- I'm sorry. - Thanks.
Um, you know, my Mom's got this new job,
so I'm pretty sure that any home repairs
are just gonna be me and YouTube's
"How the Hell Do You Fix This" channel, so...
- Okay, wait. Uh...
Is your Mom...? - The Coroner.
- (Snorts softly)
Okay, yeah. She, she was here when Mrs. Panych died.
- Wha--? Mrs. Panych died inside the house?!
- Yeah. But, uh, not something you heard from me.
- Which room?! - Wait.
What's your name? - Ross.
- Well, I live in a tree, Ross,
and I drive that,
so my only real expense
is the burger and beer I consume every night.
All paid for with the adequate cheque that I get monthly
from the Canadian Armed Forces.
I can help, all right?
Just tell your Mom to call me.
(Birds chirp)
Dr. Sharma: It's normal to feel anger
and even rage towards David,
and it's okay to keep some things from Ross.
It's not lying.
- (Sniffs)
Well, it's not telling the truth.
(Forceful sniff)
So I uh... (sniffs)
I went to a cuddle puddle for work. (Chuckles dryly)
You know what that is? - Uh-huh.
How did that make you feel?
- You know... (Gasps) Oh...
I uh...
I slept with someone. I didn't tell you that.
- At the cuddle puddle? - No! No. God, no.
No, uh, with a...
with a man that I met.
(Clock ticks loudly)
- How was it?
- It was good. It was uh...
it was great.
(Writing scribbles)
(Sniffs)
Before David died uh...
we were sleeping in separate bedrooms.
You know, and Ross... Ross never noticed.
I'd sleep in the guest bedroom
and then I'd sneak back to our bedroom
so that if Ross came down for breakfast,
that he would see me there.
I would just...
I'd ball up tissues and I'd put them on the bedside table and...
You know, so it, so it looked like it was...
lived in.
- What're you thinking?
- That only one side of the bed was lived in.
(Urgent knocking)
(Door clicks open)
- Hey! My name's Jenny Cooper. Is your Mom home?
Luke: Yes. Come on in.
- Thank you.
Do you happen to know where she is?
- In the bedroom.
- Okay. Thank you.
Shanti?
(Game beeps)
Luke: Yeah! Come on! (Knocking)
Hey...
Where're you going? - Back to New York.
I thought we could stay uptown with friends,
but it's still too close.
Luke: (Groaning) Oh... Come on!
- When uh...
when my husband died, I sold our house in Toronto,
I packed up my son and I,
and moved us out to the country.
- You're a widow, and a mother?
- Yeah, and uh...
currently struggling with both. (Laughs)
- I don't want to pull Luke away from his friends
and his home-- - But you wanna run away.
- As fast as I can, as far as I can.
I'm tired.
- The uh...
the police have someone in, in custody.
- Who? - Gus Prisciac.
- Gus killed Vic? Why?
- Detective McAvoy's looking into that.
I'm, I'm sure he'll be in touch.
Hey, did you uh...
did you and Vic sleep in separate rooms?
- Shhh... - What's wrong?
- I-I don't hear anything.
Luke?
Luke! Luke?
(Panicked) Where's my son? I don't see him!
Luke?!
Luke, honey!
- Luke?!
Luke?!
Luke?
Hey...
Luke: Won't he come here?
- Hey! He's here!
Hey, love. - Hi.
Hi! Your uh... your Mom's looking for you.
- I wanna say goodbye to the bunny.
- The bunny.
You know the bunny? - Daddy visited him.
- When? When was the last time you saw him?
- With the purple-haired lady.
Shanti: Oh, sweetie! Oh, sweetie.
Don't ever scare Mommy like that again, okay?
- Okay. - Okay. Come on.
Let's go finish packing.
Thank you. Come on.
(Phone rings) Come on...
pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up...
(Click) This is Donovan McAvoy. - Dammit.
Send a text or leave a message. (Beep)
- Detective, it's Jenny Cooper.
The wife, she's lying.
Shanti?! Hey.
Are you uh... are you headed to the airport?
- Yes, but-- - Can I get a ride?
I can just... I can take a cab to Dundas from there. I...
My car broke down.
- Uh... sure.
- 'Kay. I can take that.
- Come on.
(Bag rolls)
(Traffic rumbles)
(Game beeps and dings)
- So, uh, did you uh... (sniffs)
did you ever go to any of the parties?
- (Sighs) It's how Vic and I met.
We stopped when we got pregnant.
- Wow. But he went back?
- He was just getting his business off the ground
and he figured he could use them to network.
- But you... never wanted to go back?
- I changed.
(Game beeps and dings)
Luke was enough.
(SUV rumbles)
- Well, you had to have had a...
like an arrangement.
- We did.
(Sighs)
He started coming home with scratches
on his back, on his neck.
Places where Luke could see them.
- And how did he explain that?
- Oh... (Laughs derisively) Once he got his brand,
he stopped caring about being discreet.
I'm the one who had to lie to our son.
(Measured exhale)
- Yeah.
I know what that's like.
- How did your husband die?
- Uh...
of an aneurysm.
- You're lucky.
I'm sorry, but... you are.
- Yeah, well, I'm an ER doctor that couldn't save him, so.
He lied to me too.
- It wasn't the lies.
(Sighs heavily)
I saw her...
with her hands cut and I...
(Upset) I knew...
(Sniffling)
- Lauren? - (Breathing hard)
(Dramatic music)
Luke: Mama! Mama! A bunny!
- Oh yeah.
Mama... Mama... A bunny.
(Button clicks repeatedly, elevator dings)
(Doors slide shut)
I took Luke downstairs... (Forceful breath)
and when I came back up...
he was still alive.
(Vic groans)
- Oh, Vic... baby,
let me help you.
That must hurt.
Yeah, yeah, let me help you get it out.
- Hey.
- You were at a party, huh?
With Lauren? (Agitated breath)
(Agitated breaths)
(Sharp, forceful breath)
(Shard tears flesh) - Ahhhhh!
- He attacked her.
(SUV accelerates, tires squeal)
I knew it.
(Shard stabs) - Unngghh!
- How long before Luke saw something
I couldn't explain away?
- Okay, you need to take your foot off... off the gas!
- I couldn't keep hiding what he was doing!
- (Struggling for breath)
- Shanti, Luke is in the car! You need to slow down!
- (Shocked breaths)
You wanted to save your husband!
I had to protect my son! (Engine accelerates)
- Shanti, pull over the car! Shanti, pull over!
(Engine accelerates, tires squeal)
Shit!
(Tires squeal) Shanti, pull over!
- Mom! Mom! - (Gasps)
(Brakes squeal)
(Shocked, shaky breaths)
Oh my God.
(Shaky breaths, whimpering)
♪♪♪
(Door bangs shut, police chatter over radio)
McAvoy: Hey. Wha--? - Shhh.
Hey, he's sleeping.
- Were you trying to get yourself killed?
(Chatter over police radio)
- Just give her... give her a second, okay?
She's making arrangements for her parents to fly out
to take care of him.
- (Sighs)
♪♪♪
(Birds chirp, foliage rustles)
♪♪♪
(Birds chirp)
(Water babbles nearby, birds chirp)
(Birds chirp, water babbles gently)
(Water splashes, crow caws)
(Water babbles gently, birds chirp)
- So... you do live in a treehouse?
Pretending you're a pirate?
- Uh, yeah.
I like being off the grid.
- (Awkward throat clear)
My son said you came by.
- Oh, okay. Whoa, whoa, whoa, I...
I didn't realize,
w-when I came by.
I...
- (Takes a deep breath)
Look, I'm not um...
I'm not ready.
Just my life is a crazy, chaotic mess and...
- Wait.
I don't wanna make your life worse.
Okay? - Yeah.
- Just... yeah.
- Okay, um...
Can I have your card back?
I um, I'll put it on my fridge,
just in case I need to call. - Oh yeah, sure. Sure.
(Birds chirp)
(Kissing)
- Mmm... - (Clears throat)
- (Forceful breath) I'm here with my son.
- Yeah. - Yeah. It's just, it's uh...
It's too early. - I got it. Yeah.
- Yeah. But we can still... (Laughs)
We can still be friends.
With benefits.
If the, if the benefits are you...
- Maybe fixing your busted roof?
- Yeah. I mean, no, I can't afford that yet.
- Hmm.
- Actually...
can you fix the bridge over the stream by my house?
- Sure. - Mm-hmm?
- I can do anything.
(Birds chirp, woodpecker knocks in distance)
♪♪♪
(Waves crash)
- Morning.
- What's that crescent?
(Waves crash)
- That's the moon.
Those little splotches? - Mmm.
- They're impact craters. Meteorites that hit the moon.
If we weren't protected by the atmosphere,
they'd hit us too.
- But they don't.
- Only the moon has to fight the good fight.
(Waves crash)
Finding you here last night...
was a nice surprise.
- I tried to get you to come to one of those parties,
remember?
- (Sighs)
- (Moans) I still love the way you smell.
- I think about you too.
- Straight up?
I'm just here for sex.
Nothing else.
(Kissing)
(Door opens)
(Door creaks shut)
(Shoes rustle and thump on the floor)
- (Amused exhale)
Ross?
Wha--?
Hey...
Hey.
- Grandpa told me about Dad and his gambling.
(Birds chirp outside)
- It's okay to be mad at him.
- Well, he's dead. What good does it do?
(Bed creaks)
At least when you two were fighting
he was alive to fight back.
- (Sighs)
You knew about that?
(Sighs heavily)
Ross... (sighs)
- (Shaky, on-the-verge-of-tears breaths)
- We were trying to make it work.
Okay? There was a lot of love there--
- It doesn't matter. He's dead.
- But he loved you more-- - (Upset, harsh whispers)
- He loved you-- - (Harsh whispers) Stop!
- Take a step-- - (Emotional) Just-just... stop!
- (Pleading whimper) Please.
Hey...
(Crying) Hey!
- (Sobbing)
I don't wanna go back.
I only went in yesterday because I owed it to him,
but to do it again tomorrow, and the day after...
(Sobbing)
(Long, shaky breaths)
It just feels like someone else's life.
(Quiet sobs)
- (Softly) Yeah, I know.
And we'll get through this together, okay?