[tense music] - Is it mine?
- Yeah. - I have a patient
who I know you're gonna wanna help her.
- Are you offering to kill me? - If that's what you want.
- No, it's not. - I want you to end
Dorothy's suffering, like you did with Gail.
- What if this hospice is a cover? What if she found
a place where she can get a bunch of terminal patients together?
Kill them? - I think we need to do Robert today.
He's afraid he's gonna die in his sleep before we get to him.
- Where's Dr. Harris? - Robert didn't want you, did he?
He wanted Mary, not you. - Do you ever feel crazy?
- Yeah, do you? NO! GET DOWN!
- Lucy? What are you doing here?
Sleeping with a patient! Do you know how pathetic that is?
- You don't understand! It's not like that!
- People get far too sentimental when it comes to death.
But that's what I'm here for.
[soft instrumental music]
- ♪♪ There's a dime
♪ A penny
♪ For my thoughts
♪ Tonight
♪ And every time my feet fall ♪
♪ And every time I leap
♪ Forward
♪ I'm a child ♪
- Woo!
- OK. Easy, there.
- Don't forget me when you become a famous silks artist.
- Name one famous silks artist. - You will be the first.
[distant siren blaring]
[soft acoustic music]
What about that new Thai place? You wanna walk
all the way there in this? - Yeah, sure. Sounds... good.
- OK. You do not wanna go out tonight, do you?
- Babe, it's just I'm still fighting this cold, and I've
got that performance next week. - Don't worry about it.
It's totally fine. We'll pick up some soup,
snuggle under the blankets, watch something stupid?
Sounds like a perfect night to me.
- Ugh. Sorry I'm so lame. - Hey!
It's not lame to let someone take care of you.
Have you ever thought that I might actually want to?
- OK. But if I fall asleep, you have to promise--
- LEAH! - ♪♪ You can run on for a long time ♪
♪ Run on for a long time
- Leah! LEAH! - ♪ Run on for a long time
- HELP! - ♪ Sooner or later, gotta cut you down ♪
♪ Sooner or later, gotta cut you down ♪♪
♪♪♪
[woman harmonizing]
[machines beeping regularly]
- Leah, how's your pain on a scale of 1 to 10?
- 10. - I need to hear it from Leah.
- Just give her something to make her feel better, Jesus.
- Babe... maybe you could get me some ice chips?
- Of course. Be right back, OK?
[soft instrumental music]
- I don't want this. - Leah, if you're in pain,
take the medication. - Not that.
You heard the doctor:
fractured skull, cracked vertebrae.
- It's still early.
And recovery is a process.
- But they're saying I might not...
If that's true,
I want out.
- You should get some sleep.
Your body's been through a trauma.
You're in shock.
[rapid beeping] - What would you do?
Can't move. Can't work.
The people you love feeding you and wiping your ass
and feeling sorry for you.
Can you honestly tell me you'd choose that?
- Even if that happens,
and that's still an if,
there are different ways to live a life...
...ways that have just as much value.
- Well, this is my life.
And I think it should be up to me.
[pensive instrumental music]
- [Mary]: Accidents... happen.
You look away for a minute and then when you turn back,
everything's different.
- Robert was such a light around here,
and we will all miss him terribly.
- That's nice, but it doesn't explain how he froze to death.
- I had given Robert sleep aids to control the agitation.
We had absolutely no reason to assume he wasn't
asleep in his room. - But he wasn't.
He was outside, alone.
Honestly, I'm very concerned, and that's why I'm
back here again. - Dr. Carter--
- It's your responsibility to care for these people.
- Dr. Carter, I've spent my life caring for people.
I left my job at Eden General
to open this hospice.
I spend countless nights and weekends
away from my children, and my heart breaks
for every patient I lose, no matter how inevitable.
So, please don't question my dedication.
There's no one more committed to helping people
at the end of their lives than me.
- What happened? What did she say?
- It was fine. - You call that fine?
The coroner has been here twice this week
for the exact same case. - And now, it's closed.
- But we can't have people
digging into this place and what you do.
- I know, Nicole.
- Our patients pay us to die beautifully
and die beautifully they must. - That is so rich
coming from someone like you, Mr. Bedside Manner.
[scoffs] So, Mary, you help the patients
and Des screws them.
Now, if you had given Robert some of the attention
that you gave Lucy, he would've let you
end his life and none of this would've happened.
- Which is why Des is going to take the lead on the next death.
- Sorry, what? - Robert didn't wanna die
without me, but I'm not always gonna be around.
I mean, this baby will arrive eventually,
and you need to be able to do this on your own.
So, might as well start now. - Are you sure
he's up for the next one? - Of course I am.
And I have excellent bedside manner.
But just out of curiosity, who might that be?
- It's D-day.
- And the light outside my window shines directly
in my eyes all night long. - Donna?
- Is that on purpose? To keep me awake?
- Donna? - And this mattress...
Ugh, it's like a rock wrapped in cement.
No wonder I have bedsores. - [whispering]: Oh, my God!
- As we've discussed, those are edema caused
by fluids pooling into your legs.
Your heart is no longer pumping blood to your extremities.
- One time...
I was stranded at O'Hare overnight.
All the chairs were taken.
Every inch of carpet, too.
I had to sleep on the tile floor.
And it still was softer than this bed.
- Donna, we're not here from the complaints department.
This is about your...
your time.
It's your turn.
- Oh. - So... is there anything
special you'd like for your final moments?
- Some clean sheets'd be nice,
if it's not too much to ask. - We wash the sheets every day!
- We'll take care of it. And in the meantime,
if there's anything else, let us know. OK?
[tense music]
- That's your "excellent bedside manner"?
- She's a witch. - She's our patient.
- Not for long. Should be taking care
of that problem momentarily.
You're welcome.
[phone chiming]
- Are we sure if it's a girl? All this pink...
- Well, boys can wear pink.
- Yeah, it's just confusing.
But I guess this whole thing's confusing anyway.
- What do you mean? - Life.
I am starting to wonder what the point is.
- Can you stop going all Nietzsche on me and help me sort this stuff?
- That's your punishment, remember?
What? Does grounded mean you can't check your phone?
[phone chiming]
- Hey, don't! - "Help me, Jess.
I'm begging you." This is a long text message.
- Oh, shit. - What's going on?
- Nothing. I just, I need to, um, I just need
to talk to Naomi. - What do I tell Mom if she asks
where you are? - Tell her I went
to the library. - First, you're burning cars.
Now, you're sneaking out and lying about it?
You're turning into a bad influence.
- Well, there's no point to it all anyways, right?
[soft music]
- [Mary]: Phil?
Are you hungry? Can I get you anything?
- I'm fine, thanks.
- How about I bring you a cup of tea?
Milk, two sugars, right?
- Appreciate it.
- Hey, Des! How about some five-card draw now that my dance
partner's gone? - Excuse me? - Robert.
He must've taken 90 bucks from me. I can't leave
this planet in the hole. - Sorry. Duty calls.
Maybe later.
- You can't keep avoiding her forever, you know.
- I'm not. I'm just getting my priorities straight.
Work, imminent patients, you.
How are you feeling, anyway? How's the little mango?
- Oh, probably the size of a melon now.
I'll find out today. I've got an ultrasound.
- You going alone?
Well... while I have zero interest
in helping you raise a baby, as your best friend
and business partner, I am...
available to accompany you.
- Actually, you're not. You'll be with Donna. Remember?
And I'll be fine. [phone ringing]
Here. It's for Phil.
Annie. - You said you didn't do it.
- What are you talking about.
- [You saw Dorothy Rosemond last week, right?]
80 years old, pancreatic cancer.
- Yeah. What about her? - Did you kill her?
- What? No! She said she didn't wanna die.
- Yeah, well, she's dead.
[I just found out.]
- I'm so glad you called.
I didn't feel right
about how we left things either.
- Did you kill Dorothy? - I'm sorry?
- You heard me.
- I've never been here before. Is this your regular?
What should I order? - I asked you a question.
- Don't worry. It was very peaceful.
- How did you do it? - Insulin.
But we can use Pento on our next patient
if you're willing to share.
- But Dorothy didn't wanna die!
She told us that!
- She did want to die.
She just got cold feet.
They do that sometimes.
- "They"? - That's what we do.
We identify people who are in pain,
and help them out of it. - Stop saying "we".
There is no we.
- OK...
I'm sensing some judgment here.
I don't understand.
You called me. I... thought you changed your mind,
wanted to work together. We're the same.
- I'm nothing like you.
[tense music]
- You're sure it was Francis? - Annie, she told me she did it!
- There's no way that Dorothy changed her mind? Look, I'm just
trying to rule out the possibility. - Look, I know when people
are ready. Dorothy wasn't. There's no way
she would've consented.
[distant siren blaring]
I think she did Gail too.
- What? But I thought
that you helped Gail-- - I gave Gail Pento
because she was dying and in agony.
I thought it was a failed suicide attempt with insulin.
Insulin, Annie! That's how she does it!
- Oh, Jesus Christ. - She's killing people
who aren't ready to die. She thinks she's
some kind of angel of mercy.
- You think that she's done this before?
- Honestly, I don't know what this woman is capable of.
- OK.
We go down to the police station and we tell them the story.
Where... you, former homicide suspect
Dr. Mary Harris, were at Gail's death and Dorothy's house.
- Obviously not.
- OK, then can we just... I don't know.
Leave it? - Annie?
Leave that woman out here in the world,
killing people who don't wanna die?
We have to stop her!
[tense music]
- Naomi? [music playing]
Are you here?
- ♪♪ How strange these streets feel ♪
♪ When you're all alone
♪ Each... ♪
- Naomi.
Naomi, you can't just send me
a novel of a text and pretend to be sleeping.
Seriously?
I covered for you with the cops. I came here today,
even though I'm grounded for the fire you started,
and you can't even be bothered to just talk-
Oh, my God. - Jess...
- What? Whoa. What happened?
[whimpering]
What did you do?! - I don't know.
- Oh, OK. Um, just, uh, don't move.
OK? No, no, no, no, no. No. It's OK.
We're gonna get you cleaned up. It's OK.
OK. [whimpering]
[sniffling]
- [Annie]: Ellen, I've heard her.
She says questionable... even unnerving things
to the patients.
Especially terminal ones.
- Francis, the woman who literally whistles while she works?
- I know, but there's something...
off about her. - Have you recorded
any of these incidents? Do you have them in your files?
- I think she's stealing drugs.
Insulin, possibly.
- That's a very serious allegation. - Ellen, you know me.
I keep my head down. I do the work,
and I don't do drama.
But this is serious.
I wouldn't be here otherwise.
[tense music]
[cork popping]
[sighing] - Unbelievable.
- What now? Did the cork pop too loudly?
Is the champagne too bubbly for you?
- I'm sober. 14 years now.
Oh, I... don't let me throw you off.
I'll be gone in a minute anyway.
- No, I... I get it.
I'm sober too.
- Well, actually, that makes some sense.
- Oh, yeah? How's that? - I thought
that giving up drinking would make me
less of an asshole.
But it turns out, it didn't.
Same goes with you, I take it.
- Charmer, right to the end. - Hmph!
- We're all set.
Any last insults?
[breathing deeply]
- What do you think happens?
- When you drink it?
- No!
After.
- Oh.
Ah... well, I've heard it
described as settling into a warm bath.
[scoffing]
The sunset fading into the horizon.
Donna...
if you're not ready, we don't have to do this today.
[exhaling heavily]
- It's funny...
when I was drinking, I was surrounded by people.
I had more friends than I knew what to do with.
But then, I got sober.
And they all disappeared,
because I wasn't
much fun anymore.
So, the drunks
moved on.
- What about your sister?
The one in... Chicago?
- You do listen.
[sighing]
She had had enough.
- Does she even know-- - No.
I'm ready now.
[soft music]
Will you hold my hand?
- Yeah, of course.
- ♪♪ Take my home away
[sighing]
♪ Take with you
♪ My hesitations
♪ The moon, the sun
♪ The constellations
♪ Fearing love
♪ And lightning strikes
♪ Cradle to the funeral pyre
- Bye, Des.
- ♪ Cradle to the funeral pyre
♪ Cradle to the funeral pyre
♪ With the crack of the oars
♪ To the light on the shore
♪ From these treacherous tides
♪ You will take flight
♪ Cradle to the funeral pyre
♪ Cradle to the funeral pyre ♪
[exhaling heavily]
[bird chirping]
- How'd it go with Donna?
- Fine. Great, actually.
- Is that why you're wandering around
in the freezing cold? - It's called getting
some fresh air, Lucy, and it's very normal.
What are you doing?
- It's called marijuana. Also very normal.
Use it for the pain.
- Oh, please. - "Please" what? You want some?
You look like you could use it. - No.
No, I do not. My God, you're such a brat.
Anyway, it's your life.
What's left of it. You do you.
- Man, why are you being such a jerk?
- What the hell do you want from me exactly, huh?
I'm not your dance partner.
I'm not your lover. This is a hospice.
And it's- it's full of people who are dying.
There's no happy endings here, my friend.
It's not a God damn romantic comedy.
- Well, good. It's too bad Donna's no longer with us.
You guys would've been perfect together.
Two miserable peas in a shitty little pod.
[soft music]
- OK. We have to go to the hospital.
It won't stop bleeding. - No! Jess, no. We can't. They're just gonna tell my mom.
- So? She needs to know what's going on.
- My mom does not like your mom, Jess. She's not gonna care.
She's just gonna be mad at me for making her come home
from Montreal to deal with me. - She's not gonna be mad.
Hey. Naomi, you need stitches.
- No. No. Don't. No.
You know what?
You do it. You wanna be a doctor, right? You wanna be
a doctor? Stitch up my arm. This'll be good practice.
- I don't know how to do that. - Jess...
Please, don't tell my mom.
Just please, don't make me go to the hospital.
[sniffling]
♪♪♪
- ...enter the skin at 90 degrees,
and then go back
a few millimetres at the end.
- I don't know if this is right. - I believe in you.
[sharp gasping] - I'm sorry!
- I'm just kidding.
It actually feels kind of good.
- It doesn't hurt?
- No, it does.
- Seriously, how did this happen?
[scoffing] - It was pretty stupid.
I was just looking for this record.
My mom keeps all of her old vinyl under the bed.
It's like an old- [grunt]
...bed frame, so I guess I must've just...
...scratched on a nail or something and didn't notice.
I used to play this record over and over again
when my parents were fighting.
I'd just turn it...
all the way up.
- ♪♪ Though he might not give me ♪
♪ The life that you wanted
I just haven't really been enjoying my brain
very much lately and, um...
- ♪ I'll love him for the rest of my days ♪
...I just thought I would drown out the chaos.
[crying] - ♪ Misguided angel
♪ Hanging over me
[sharp exhale]
♪ Heart like a Gabriel
♪ Pure and white as ivory
♪ Soul like a Lucifer
♪ Black and cold like a piece of lead ♪
- Hi.
Can I come in?
- ♪ Misguided angel, love you 'til I'm dead ♪♪
- What are you doing here, Mary?
- I came to say that I'm sorry.
And you were right. I didn't tell you...
about the pregnancy because I was protecting myself.
I was...
scared.
- Of me?
- Of how you would react.
Ben, you know what I do. [sighing]
What if you thought I would be an unfit mother?
You could've... I don't know, turned me in.
Or taken away the baby. - I never would have done that.
- I couldn't be sure.
But it was unfair to you,
and I- I'm...
very sorry.
- OK.
- OK?
So, if you wanna be a part of this baby's life,
you can. But if you don't, that's...
[sighing] That's fine too.
It's entirely your decision.
- What would that look like?
If I...
If I wanted to be a part of it?
[soft music]
- You've got a sneaky one here.
- Um, what does that mean?
- The baby's curled up, sleeping at the back.
It's just far enough that I can't
get the images I need.
- I can reschedule. - I've got time.
Why don't you and your husband walk around for a bit?
Come back in 10.
- A little sugar might make her dance.
- "Her"? - Oh, sorry. Force of habit.
I don't actually know the sex yet.
- Any preference?
- Not really. I know what to expect with girls,
but a boy might be fun.
[chuckle]
Did you ever want kids?
- Nah. I guess I never really felt settled enough,
moving around a lot. Time went on and I just,
I figured I missed my shot. - I got pregnant with Jess
in med school. That's how I ended up with her dad.
- Where's he in all this? - He moved for work.
He's gonna take the girls in the summer.
- Hm.
- Can I ask you a question? - Sure.
- Why aren't you a cop anymore?
- I got fired four months ago.
- Because of me?
- Conduct... unbecoming.
Breach of trust. Just...
generally screwing a whole lot of shit up.
That wasn't even the worst part of it.
- What do you mean?
- That night that I let you go at the car wash?
I almost died.
Somehow, I managed to call 911.
The paramedics found me unconscious.
They took me to the hospital and, uh...
they pumped my stomach. - What?!
- I woke up two days later. - Did they test you?
- They figured it was alcohol poisoning, but...
I know it wasn't the booze, Mary. It was Pento.
- Olivia.
- Is that possible? - Yeah, it's possible.
Wait. You know it wasn't me, right?
I had nothing to do with it. You know that.
[sighing] Ben!
- Yeah, I know. I know.
[soft music]
You ready? - Yeah.
[heart beating regularly] - There we go.
Take a look.
Would you like to know the sex?
- I think we would.
- It's... a boy.
Congratulations.
[soft chuckling] [laughing]
- Do you need anything else? I think I can score
a yogurt tube from the vending machine.
I mean, if that's OK.
- I'd say you've earned a treat.
- Be right back.
You look like you're feeling better.
- I won't be climbing silk anytime soon,
but the doctor thinks I'll be able to walk again.
- That's amazing.
That's amazing news.
You know you have people to help, right?
Your family, Bronwyn-- - Did you tell her
what I said before? - No.
No, of course not.
- I would hate if she knew
that I'd consider...
giving up. - She's been great.
She hasn't left the hospital since you got here.
- It is so important
to have people in your life who will stand by you.
Isn't that right, Annie?
- Of course.
I'll check on you later, OK?
- Well, this is the fastest I've seen you move since I asked
you to contribute to Ruth's retirement gift.
- Yeah, sorry. I've got a guy who's pulling out his IV in his
sleep that I've gotta check on. - I think we have
a friend in common...
Dr. Mary Harris. - Why do you think that?
- Well, when Ellen told me the things you said about me today,
I figured Mary must be the one whispering in your ear.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
And if you're having trouble with the administration,
you should speak to your union rep.
- I understand.
I struggle with my obligation to report too.
Like if I suspect a nurse is feeding
terminal patients to a killer.
Should I say something?
Anyway, I'll let you get back
to that patient with the IV.
[tense music]
[sighing]
- Who is it? - It's Des.
- I'm sleeping. - Come on, Lucy. Open up.
Please.
You realize I have a master key, right?
And purely for safety's sake, but I will use it if I have to.
Special delivery. - For me?
- Don't be too flattered. I'd do the same for any of my patients.
XXXtreme cheese.
Three X's. It's a bit excessive.
And an excellent Bordeaux.
My God, I used to swim in this stuff!
But it's all yours now.
And... Tadam!
- Dogs? - In sunglasses.
How about some 5-card draw?
- Fine. I wasn't sleeping anyway.
What do we play for?
- Uh...
Honor, glory...
The thrill of the win?
- Nah...
Chips are far more satisfying than any of those things.
[soft music]
- Busted.
- Did mom ask about me? She's super pissed?
- No, you got lucky. She's been a little distracted.
- What do you mean?
- Hey.
Jess, this is Ben.
- Mom's friend. - Hi.
- Hey. - Are you joining us?
- What? Oh... yeah.
Yeah.
- So...
Ben, do you live close by?
- Uh... Sure, yeah. Close enough.
- Close enough for what? - Uh...
Close enough to pop over for dinner.
- And how do you know my mom?
- Oh, Ben used to be a detective.
- Um-hum. - And sometimes,
police and doctors have to work together.
- "Used to be"? - Yes. Not anymore.
- Did you get fired? - Yeah.
- How come? Uh...
Well, I was working this case,
and then I got a little too close to it.
- "Whoever fights monsters should see to it
that in the process, he does not become a monster."
- Jesus, Cam!
- You're the one who told me about Nietzsche.
So are you the father of my mom's baby?
- Cambie. It's none of our business.
- It's a little of our business.
- That's enough interrogating.
We'll talk about this later.
- You'd make a good detective.
- Ugh... Unlucky.
Should we go again?
- Are you letting me win or are you just
not very good at this? - The latter.
[chuckling]
I wanted to apologize for earlier.
I was a miserable jerk,
as you so eloquently put it. - Yeah.
- I wasn't always, you know.
- No? - No...
No, back when I was a surgeon, I was downright agreeable.
Granted, I was high most of the time.
Mary took me in.
She gave me a chance to do something good in the world.
But I just...
I thought it would be easier somehow.
This was my dream.
A safe place where we can do what we do,
without fear, without judgement.
- Oh, my God. You made a vision board, didn't you?
- No.
- Whatever.
- What I didn't anticipate...
were the people.
The messy...
lovely people
that I'd be forced to get to know.
Mary knew.
We've done dozens of deaths together.
She always handles the hot pot.
She always makes it look so easy.
But standing there today,
alone...
Donna, you know.
Fitch, I couldn't wait for her to go.
And I was holding her hand...
...literally feeling the life drain from her body.
I don't know, it's like something shifted in me.
So, as it turns out,
even when getting rid of an old windbag like Donna...
Killing's hard.
- Any human connexion is hard.
But you know what's harder?
- What?
- Dying.
Leah said, "Enough with the green tea." She wants a coffee.
- Is that all right? - It's fine by me.
I'll get a decaf. You guys should get some sleep.
♪♪♪
- ♪ I couldn't help it, no
♪ I made it up
[beeping]
♪ The life I danced in
♪ And could get enough
♪ I couldn't help it, no
♪ I wondered who
♪ Let you call them "baby"
[monitor beeping]
♪ I wondered who
♪ Let you call them "baby"
- She's doing amazing.
Yeah, the doctor said she can start seeing people tomorrow.
[alarm beeping]
[dramatic music]
- [Code Blue, ICU, Bed 11.]
[alarm beeping]
- Get the curtains.
♪ Take it all I'll use the space ♪
♪ It frees up in my head
- You don't have to do that.
- Ah, it's OK. I'm used to it, you know.
No dishwasher in the trailer.
- I'll go check on the girls.
- Yeah.
You know, I like them. Cambie, she's...
she's got a lot of questions. - Yeah.
But you held your own.
[water running]
Can I talk to you for a minute?
- Um-hum.
- Where were you when I got home?
- I went to the library to do some reading for a project.
Some medical journals that aren't online.
- Still thinking about being a doctor?
- Yeah, maybe.
What made you want to be a doctor?
- I wanted to help people.
- Because of what you went through with your mom?
- I think so.
Our life felt pretty out of control
a lot of the time, so I guess I liked the idea
of doing something that made the world feel less chaotic.
- How did you know that your mom was depressed
and not just... like sad or something?
- Sometimes, it can be as bad as cancer.
And I guess for some people like my mom,
it's pretty hard to come back from.
[doorbell ringing]
Don't stay up too late, OK?
[ominous music]
- What happened?
- Francis killed another patient.
- What?
[breathing heavily]
- It wasn't even a terminal case.
It was this young woman. We... I mean,
she was gonna be fine. - How did she do it?
- Morphine. With a little twist.
- What do you mean? - She punched in my code, Mary!
I just got suspended! Look, she knew
that I went to Ellen and she knew that I spoke to you!
- OK. OK. You can talk to Ellen again.
Maybe this helps her case!
She'll have to know. It's strange:
the day you report Francis, something like this happens!
- Well, I'm not even allowed back until the investigation!
I'm probably gonna get fired! - That won't happen.
A 25 year-old girl is dead because of us!
This woman is a psychopath
and you've already put me in her line of fire once.
- Annie!
Annie! - You're on your own, Mary.
[dramatic music]
- I think you'd better tell me what's going on.
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