- Cassidy is my... Ex-wife.
- How have you been? - Pretty good.
Except for a cancer scare a few months back.
- Cancer?!
- You look good, too.
- I've been doing this amazing life coach thing now.
Learning to take responsibility for my actions.
- She had to get used to you not being here,
And that's pretty much all she's known.
- I'm trying to make up for lost time;
I'm trying to look after the house,
I'm trying to look after you.
I-I want us all to be a family.
♪♪♪
(water drips loudly, steam hisses)
(upbeat music plays)
♪♪♪
(exhales slowly)
(sharp exhale)
♪♪♪
(door clicks shut, ross blows out his breath)
- Hey. - Hey.
- You don't look so good. - No, I'm fine. It's just uh...
I just have a sinus infection. What's all this?
- I'm on the career path now for a little while.
No more boys. - Looks like you robbed
An av store. (laughs) - yeah, no.
Um, I actually just borrowed all this from a friend
Because I'm gonna be filming an audition
For a new cooking show. - Oh my god!
That's amazing, ross. - It's a long shot, I know,
But I know how to sell myself.
I'm young, I'm hot, I'm gay.
I'm persian canadian
Plus, I'm cooking authentic persian cuisine
From family recipes. How can they not pick me?
- Well, if there's anything I can do to help. (sniffles)
- Okay. I mean, I could use a camera person.
- Great. Done.
- For sure. - Okay, yeah.
(woozily) oof... - Oh, but...
Not if you're not feeling well.
- I'm good. - You rest for a minute.
Um, grandpa made a mess, so I'm gonna clean up.
(birds chirp outside)
- (exhales slowly, hisses sharply)
(blows out breath)
(items rattle lightly in cupboard)
- Hi, boss! - Hey, alphonse.
I, uh, I don't think I'm gonna come into the office today.
I'm not feeling so good.
- Oh! Dr. Thompson's away too.
Remember, he has that author conference for his last book.
So... What should I do?
Jenny: I forgot. Well...
Let's just hope it's a slow day.
(chuckles)
Malik: This place is my old stomping grounds.
I can't tell you how much time we used to spend here as a kid.
Hey. I made out with amber small
Right there in that corner for first time. (laughs)
Donovan: All right, tell me something we can use.
- Well, this place is always bustling.
You know, multi-generational families, community based,
Wholesome, and... Usually safe.
(low hum of chatter)
- 9-mill shell casing.
(kids shout and play in the distance)
(footsteps crunch in the foliage)
♪♪♪
Well... There goes the neighbourhood.
- Damn.
- All right, let's get jenny on the phone.
♪♪♪
Jenny: Hey, river. What do you see?
River: I see trampled grass. Looks like a shell casing.
Bystanders, cops questioning locals.
There's a blood trail and the decedent.
- Make sure you check that they're human remains.
People bury all sorts of stuff at the park.
River: Last summer we found a "synthetic companion"
That some guy buried
To hide from his girlfriend.
Dennis: This is why we don't kink shame.
(plastic covering rustles) (effort grunt)
♪♪♪
Ah...
Should we do the uh... "thing"?
- I'll do the honours.
Yo'nikonhr'aksa't tsi... (it's sad that you've come)
Satenhnisero'kte. (to the end of your days.)
Sken:Nenkenhak. (be at peace.)
Jenny: Thanks, river.
- Uh, dennis, I'm gonna need to get some prints.
Dennis: (grunts) all right. (exhales)
(scissors snipping)
(plastic rustles)
Uh, he's holding something.
(grunts with effort)
Here you go. - All right.
Hey, uh, can I talk to jenny for a minute?
Hey, jenny. I hear you're under the weather.
- Meh. It takes a lot to keep me down.
- (items clatter) she wants me to get wine.
(door rips open)
'course, there is no wine!
- Right as rain, but I think I'll be doing the investigation
From the couch. (sniffles) - (chuckles)
- Red wine...
(case thumps and rattles)
- Hey, donovan! (wi-fi signal beeps off)
- Jenny? Wha--?
- Donovan, can you hear me?
- (muttering) wine... - Dad! Dad!
- Red wine?
Oh... - Dad, did you...
- Did I do something? - (frustrated) ugh! You uh...
- 'course I did. - You banged the router. Ugh...
- I didn't mean to.
- Are you going somewhere? - Yeah. I didn't tell ya?
Me and peggy are gonna go up to niagara-on-the-lake
And try and reconnect a little bit.
(door opens) - mm. Great.
- I got some, uh, healthy snacks for the road.
- (chuckles) good. There we go.
- Jenny, you don't look well.
- I'm fine. It's just a... A... It's just a bug.
- Oh, gordy, maybe we should postpone.
- No! No. - No!
- I'm good. I'm totally fine. - (sighs heavily)
- Oh, please, don't stress about jenny.
She's a doctor, you know. (jenny thumps on couch)
- There's not much in the wallet, except 20 bucks
And a library card.
The library gave me his name: Rameen shirazi.
- Did they give you his address?
- Yeah. I'm gonna head there now.
- Uh, send a uniform instead.
You know this area, I want you here.
- Okay, boss.
We've got officers searching every inch of this place,
So if there's anything to find, we'll find it.
(kids shout and laugh in the distance)
What's up? You got a look.
- You know, when a body's found buried like that,
It's usually done by someone who cared about the victim.
- Well, these are god-fearing, salt of the earth type folks.
There's mostly refugees and immigrants
Full of hospitality.
- It's too early to discount anything.
Officer stanley: Found something in the creek!
- It's the 9-millimeter. It matches the casing we found.
- Bag it and get it to ballistics asap.
- Yes, sir.
- Where do the park regulars usually hang out?
- Well, when I lived around here, it was the picnic area.
- All right, let's go. - All right.
(atmospheric electronica music plays)
♪♪♪
(snipping)
River: Look how carefully trimmed his beard is.
And his hair is so neat.
Reminds me of my grandfather.
- He dyed his facial hair.
- The man had champagne taste.
The moonstone ring,
The watch, the belt...
The pen, clothes - all high-end,
But they've seen better days.
- So he liked nice things,
But maybe he couldn't afford new nice things.
(loud knock)
- I have the intake ct scans here.
And I have sent them to dr. Cooper as well.
- You're outside! That's good.
The fresh air will help you feel better.
- Yeah, and it's quieter.
My family's seen enough autopsy photos for my liking.
(chuckles and sniffles)
Hey, do you guys see that opaque spot?
- Looks like a bullet lodged near the subclavian artery.
Jenny: It's on here.
Can you show me the entry wound?
- Entry in the upper right pectoralis.
Burns suggest contact entry,
Meaning the barrel was pressed to his skin.
- There's an exit wound on the lateral side
Of the right shoulder.
Dennis: If he still has a bullet inside him,
Why does he have an exit wound?
- I've seen this before. It's uh...
It's called "tandem bullet" phenomenon.
It's when the bullet splits in the barrel
And it creates two projectiles.
- What caused it in your case?
- Well, the gun had a silencer on it.
- Wait. So you're saying this man was...
- Executed.
In the distance)
Donovan: Over there - metal detector guy.
Looks like a regular.
(metal detector beeping)
- Amoo! Amoo! - 'scuse me, sir? Sir!
- No english. - Hey! Yo!
Officers, I'm shayan. Uh, this is my uncle, ali.
Uh, he's not like my actual uncle, not like by blood,
But, um, I just call him my uncle. Know what I mean?
- Yeah, yeah, we know what you mean.
- Yeah, um, ali doesn't speak english,
But I could help translate if you like.
- Uh, what language does he speak?
- Farsi-dari. Yeah, he's afghani.
I'm persian, and we speak the same language, kind of.
Yeah, it's like, it's like regular english and patois,
Feel me?
- Do you guys know this man, rameen shirazi?
- Uh... Nah.
Damn, I-I mean, I saw him here and there.
Yeah, he worked out alone in the park a lot.
- (speaks farsi-dari)
- Yeah, my uncle called him a lone wolf.
He has no friends.
- So you never saw him with anyone?
- (speaks farsi-dari)
- Yeah, he's freaked out talking to you guys.
I mean, where he comes from, man,
The authorities, well, they'd twist you up real good
Even if you like look at them the wrong way.
- We're not, we're not here to deport anyone.
We just wanna make the community feel safe
And find out what happened, you know?
- All right.
- Where'd you get those? - Kaftar.
- Uh... Kaftar. Uh, pigeons.
Yeah, he's got a small pigeon coop on his balcony.
Yo, middle easterns, man, we're a special breed.
- (chuckles)
(evidence bag rustles)
Do you know what this means?
- Uh, nah, I don't read farsi, but um...
(in farsi)
- Degargoony. - Degargoony.
Uh, it's like... It's like grow, or transform,
Or something like that.
They got these translation apps.
Maybe that'd help you out?
- Uh, let's get a farsi translator here.
- I'll call 'em, but heads up, last time it took two hours.
Shayan: I can help you out.
- Sure. Thanks.
- This is sara. She might know something.
- Hi there. 'scuse me. - Hi.
- Salam, sara. - Salam.
- Um, are you a regular at the park?
- Eat. Please, eat. - Uh, no thanks, ma'am.
I'm on duty. - Thank you.
We need these people to trust us.
Does this man look familiar to you?
- Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. Tragedy.
- What can you tell us about him?
- I always invite him for food, offer drink.
He was very polite, but he never joined.
- Are you aware of any gang activity in the area?
- Gang? What is gang?
- (speaks farsi)
- Uh, nah. No gangs, not like that.
- It took all that just to say that?
- Nah, she was just actually lecturing me
To, you know, kinda watch you guys
'cause I just got into a paralegal program at humber,
So... And all these park aunties and uncles
Always up in my business, you know?
- (laughs) - sir!
(linen rustles)
A snack for later.
(men chatter indistinctly, children laugh and scream)
- Thank you. - No problem.
(middle eastern music plays nearby)
Both: (murmur indistinctly)
Jenny: (sniffs) hey, alphonse, what did you find?
- Yeah, I thought he was an immigrant.
The postcard of the caspian sea
And the farsi note kind of gave it away.
So I called the ministry of immigration,
Refugees and citizenship.
Turns out he was a judge in iran.
Came to canada as a refugee 10 years ago,
Became a permanent resident 5 years ago.
He has no family here and none that I could find in iran.
- You know what's his refugee claim?
- Political persecution.
I mean, he made some rulings against government officials.
They seized his assets and he fled.
(doorbell rings)
- Oh, uh...
Uh, good work, alphonse, I gotta go.
Um, can you fill in donovan?
- Sure thing, will do. (phone rings nearby)
(ball thuds, kids laugh and shout)
- So this is agha reza. He's one of the og's here.
Uh, he used to be a doctor back in iran,
But now he basically lives here at the park.
- Do you recognize this man?
- (knocks and raises his voice) agha reza!
- Can't hear!
- (speaks farsi)
- He says he was like a genius.
A private and sad genius.
- Does he have any idea who might have hurt him?
- (speaks farsi)
- He says he's sorry, he can't help you.
(phone dings)
- Uniforms found something burning in the trash can.
- All right. Hey, you mind sticking around
In case we need you again? - Yeah, I'll be here.
- All right, let's go.
Delivery woman: Beds & stuff delivery for gordon cooper.
- Yeah.
(loud clunk) what is it?
- It's probably too small to be a bed.
- Right. So "stuff" it is.
Ungh. (yells) dad!
- Hey, smiler, have you seen your mo-- uh, peggy?
She's pulling a houdini on me today.
- No, but you got some packages.
- Oh, not for me. I didn't order anything.
Did I order anything?
(dolly rattles away) - thank you.
- Oh, hang on! Look, it says gordon cooper on it.
Oh, ho, ho, ho, yeah, I know what this is.
(box lid rips open) ooh, hoo, hoo, hoo!
I was gonna go for the satin,
But I decided on the silk.
- Boundaries, dad! - Oh, sorry.
(low hum of chatter)
- It looks like rameen had this on him the night he was killed
And someone tried to get rid of the evidence.
I mean, over a dozen interviews,
And not much to go on.
A loner. A genius. Polite but private.
Everyone knew "of" him, but no one really knew him.
- We got pay stubs in here.
A stack of 'em from a nearby restaurant.
Looks like rameen worked as a busser.
They didn't even bother to spell his name right
On the name tag.
- We got job applications from law firms all over town.
(pages flip)
- You got that uh...
You got that note on you?
- Yeah.
(evidence bag rustles)
- I downloaded that translator app
That shayan was talking about.
(reading) date.
Name vs name.
Conflict. Verdict. Resolution.
- It's a ledger of some sort.
Like this guy was keeping track of disputes.
- This is the last page with any writing on it.
And it's got yesterday's date.
- Uh, looks like he made a ruling of some kind.
- Reza, sara and ali.
(indistinct chatter, children laugh and shout)
♪♪♪
- You said you didn't know him, but as it turns out,
You might be the last three to see him alive.
So, either start talking or find yourselves a good lawyer
Because right now, you're my primary suspects.
- (speaks farsi)
- What kind of trouble was rameen in?
- He was a good, lawful man.
- Then maybe you wanna stop wasting my time
And help me catch whoever killed him!
- He was my friend.
I knew him better than anyone.
- How do you think an obstruction of justice charge
Is gonna look on the record of someone studying law?
- I was afraid to get involved. Plus, rameen's dead.
It's not like talking's gonna do anything.
- Whoever killed him is still out there!
You can't save your friend,
But maybe you can help save someone else's life.
- (sharp exhale) fff...
Yeah, of course.
Look, rameen was a judge back at home,
And he went against some government guy
After the green protests.
He stuck to his oath, he didn't fold under the pressure, but...
They ruined his life.
So he came here to start over, but...
Yo, the legal system in this country is tough.
Plus, the language barrier. I mean...
But he found a way to make a living,
But it wasn't a life, you know?
- We found a ledger of some sort in his briefcase.
You wanna tell me what that's about?
- He used it to help the community
When there were beefs.
- If there is ever a dispute, or unfairness,
Rameen would make a judgement.
This is why we met him yesterday.
He advised and brought peace to our community.
- He was a strong man, a fair man,
But a too proud man.
- Stay put, all of you. We're not done here.
You too.
(gunshot booms)
(thunder rumbles)
(birds chirp, indistinct chatter)
Tell me you got something we can use,
'cause, right now, all I got is a bunch of people
Who don't trust me enough to tell me the truth.
- Page after page ali's name is mentioned,
And almost every single time rameen ruled against him.
Look at this footnote from yesterday's ruling.
Ali upset.
- Forensics was able to pull a partial print
From the gun I found.
- Ali azdi.
(tense music plays)
(birds chirp)
Ross: Momaney, I need you to translate the notes
On dad's recipe cards.
Yeah. Yeah, I sent them to you.
Yeah. Yeah, the chat with my name on it.
Okay, no, I'm not making fesenjoon for a boyfriend
Because I don't have a boyfriend.
Moona, I'm 20!
I'm not gonna die alone, okay?!
(laughing) okay. All right, I love you, too.
Bye.
Hey, um...
Grandpa was looking for you. I don't know where.
He was doing like an oil change or something.
- I'm a little nervous about going on this trip
With jenny so unwell.
And if she wasn't so dang stubborn
And would actually let me look after her,
But I think that this chicken soup is gonna help.
- S-- uh, chicken?! - Uh-huh.
- (tongue-tied) grandma! - Mmm!
- Please tell me you did not use the chicken in the fridge.
- Well, the chicken didn't tell me who it belonged to, ross.
- Okay, so...Now I gotta go back to the store. (annoyed laugh)
- Sorry about that. - That's okay.
Um... Look, why don't you...
Why don't you get ready for your trip, huh?
Have a good time.
- (sighs)
(hard thump, box clatters)
More? More bedroom stuff?
(laughs) really!
(door clicks open and bangs shut)
(pensive music plays)
♪♪♪
River: His right chest cavity is filled with blood.
Dennis: The bullet must've grazed the upper pleura.
You know if you're going to execute someone,
This is a really bizarre way to do it.
A shot to the head or heart, sure,
But to his chest, to his pec muscle?
You know, that park today was nice.
Etobicoke could be a good option, don't you think?
- Well, our decedent would beg to differ. (chuckles lightly)
Dennis, I like it downtown.
It's cozy. It's where my community is.
- Do we have 2 million for a teardown?
Now, port hope is affordable.
- I know you love your hometown,
But my found family is here in the city.
- Port hope has a queer community.
Two married guys named brian workout at my gym
And everyone loves them.
- Well, if port hope ever has a two-spirit powwow,
I'll consider it. Until then,
I'll stay house poor in the city.
(gelatinous yank)
Uh... That's not a fragment, that's a whole bullet.
- .22 calibre, by the looks of it.
As corroded as heck.
- So, it's an old bullet?
- I'd say it's been inside rameen's body
For 4 or 5 years at least.
(metallic clink)
We found a scar capsule just below the right clavicle.
- Okay, so...
That is where the .22 calibre's been hiding all these years.
All right, guys, let me just...
Let me just figure this out.
So the 9mm, it entered here...
And it grazed the axis of the pleura
And exited out the shoulder.
The .22 calibre started here,
In the scar capsule,
Ended here.
River: So what're you thinking?
Jenny: I'm thinking that the 9mm
That rameen was shot with last night
Hit the .22 calibre bullet, and pushed it...
Through the subclavian artery into the neck.
- Like a pool hall trick shot.
- Yeah, but if that's the case, then...
It adds a whole new element to the investigation.
- How so? - Well, there was this uh...
This case, I think it was in new york
And there was an embedded bullet
That became lethally infected ten years after the shooting.
So, the shooter's charges were upgraded
From attempted murder to second degree.
Dennis: If the old bullet wasn't in rameen's body,
He would still be alive.
- Whoever shot rameen 5 years ago
Is just as responsible for his death
As whoever shot him last night?
- Yeah. So...
We're not looking for one killer,
We're looking for two.
Ali: Please! I did nothing.
I'm a good man. I didn't hurt anyone!
- Shayan, come with me. (phone chimes)
- Hey, look, my uncle's innocent, man.
He's not gonna hurt nobody, all right? You heard the news
On afghanistan, man, he can't go back!
- Then I need you to translate for us so he understands
Exactly what's happening to him and all his rights.
(phone chimes) hold on a second, guys.
Hey, jenny, I'm kinda in the middle of it right now.
Jenny: Hey! There was another bullet inside of rameen
From a shooting 5 years ago.
So, the bullet from last night
Pushed the old bullet through an artery in his neck
And that's what killed him. (shayan breathes hard)
- So are you saying whoever shot rameen 5 years ago
Is partly responsible for his death?
- Yeah. Just as responsible for killing him.
Donovan: Hold on a sec. I've gotta call you back.
- Yeah.
Shayan, who shot rameen 5 years ago?
- (shaky breaths)
- Was it you?
(traffic rumbles, horns honk in the distance)
- I was an idiot punk. I got caught up in a bad crowd.
I pulled a piece during a basketball game.
Rameen, he was there, and he, uh,
He tried to get in the middle of it to break it up.
The gun went off and um...
- And you shot him.
- But rameen wouldn't go to the hospital.
Didn't want to mess up his refugee status.
Uncle reza, he cleaned up the wounds
And um...
He said to leave the bullet in
'cause it wasn't near anything dangerous.
- Rameen must've still been pretty upset with you,
Even if it was an accident.
- Yeah, he was furious.
But instead of ratting me out to the cops, he...
He took me under his wing.
Every Friday we'd uh... We'd have tea at the park,
And we'd talk, we'd exercise.
He always said if you... If you get your body right,
Y-you get your mind right.
- Seems you're the only one who spent any time with him.
- I watched the man pound the pavement daily.
Knocking at doors at law firms.
I mean, that, that inspired me to, to work harder,
Get my grades sorted, and apply to college.
- If you're the only one who really knew him,
You might be the only person who knows
Who might have shot him. - Nah, man, that's the thing.
It was never about him.
It was only about me.
He never opened up.
I mean, the guy, the guy saved my life
And he's basically a stranger to me.
- Shayan, how did your uncle's prints
Get on the murder weapon? - Doesn't matter, man.
I heard you over the phone.
I'm the reason rameen's dead.
- Shayan, if you're protecting ali--
- I think I should talk to a lawyer, man.
Donavan: (thwarted exhale)
Dennis: So rameen's new gunshot wound
Is in the exact same spot as his old gunshot wound.
What are the odds?
River: (playful) same odds as me moving to the suburbs?
- Okay, look.
I know the 'burbs aren't cool,
But it means a bigger yard.
We could get a dog, plant a garden.
Have kids one day, if that's something you want.
- Dennis...
The most important thing for me, right now,
Is being close to my chosen family.
Support. Safety.
Can you understand that?
- I do, I do. I promise I do, but -
And I know this is gonna sound weird,
So please don't freak out -
Being close to my mom is really important to me.
My whole life, it was always just us.
She raised me alone.
We even worked together at the body farm.
My mom is... My community.
(beeping)
What is that?
(shroud rustles)
(beeping)
- A hearing aid.
(beeping continues)
♪♪♪
Dennis: No chafing.
No impression marks.
I don't think it's his.
(marker taps on whiteboard)
(perplexed exhale) - hmm.
(knocks) - excuse me, detectives?
These just arrived from the coroner's office.
It's the shroud mr. Shirazi's body was wrapped in
And a hearing aid they found in the cloth.
I'm heading over to mr. Shirazi's apartment now
And I'll let you know if I find anything.
- Thanks, tina.
Reza was hard of hearing.
I thought maybe he was making that up to avoid talking to us,
But maybe...
- It fell off while he was wrapping the body.
(marker squeaks)
- Maybe reza didn't appreciate all the respect
Rameen was getting from the community?
- (stomach grumbles loudly) - ooh.
- How are you always hungry?
- I just have a hyper-speed metabolism.
I'm... Hashtag blessed. (laughs)
(evidence bag rustles)
- Blessings. - (stomach growls)
- B-blessings.
How do you even open this thing is my question?
I guess you could peel it.
- One sec, give me the napkin.
(evidence bag crinkles)
It's identical.
They wrapped rameen's body in sara's tablecloth.
- So, they were all there when rameen died.
Ross: You can get pomegranate molasses
At most middle eastern grocery stores,
So that's never a concern. Let--
(sighs) okay, um...
Mom.
Mom!
Wake up! - Oh god, I'm sorry.
Oh, sorry.
Sorry. - Um... Okay,
And, uh, it has a very sweet and slightly sour taste.
Okay. Um, so now, we'll...
(door squeaks open upstairs)
(loud thump)
- What's wrong, bub? (footsteps thump overhead)
- I don't know. Something's missing.
- Yeah, here, give it to me. - Something I just can't read.
- Sorry about all of the interruptions right here,
But I just... I just had to tell ya.
That bedroom up there is shaping up
To something really fancy.
By the time we get back from this little trip,
Peggy will not be sleeping on that couch anymore.
- Peggy's sleeping on the couch?
- I didn't...
- I didn't know that.
- Well, no. It's just the last couple o' nights
'cause she found, she got a knot in her back from my bed.
Hmph. Wh-wh-where is peggy?
Have you seen peggy? - Uh, yeah,
She's... In the garden.
- Does she even wanna go on this trip?
Sometimes I'm thinking she doesn't even wanna go.
- She wanted to give your plants one more watering
Before taking off.
- She just can't seem to help herself, can she?
- She was making you chicken soup this morning,
And I didn't have the heart to tell her
That you're a vegetarian.
Gordon: No, it's okay.
Ross: Okay, um...
- Come on up here.
- Nope. No, not yet.
I need to uh...
Hmmmmmmm.
(recipe card crinkles, floorboards creak overhead)
Well, you're still with me? Come on, just up here.
(footsteps thud)
Come on in.
(box thuds) boy, you're a quiet one.
Have you never heard of small talk?
(door creaks shut, lock clicks)
What're you locking the door for?
(creepy music plays, gordon gasps)
What, w-w-what's happening to me?!
What's going on?
What the hell is happening to me?
My god, what's happening?!
♪♪
- You know, I always knew rodney was destined
For bigger things than massage school.
(doorbell rings) crap. Um... (spoon thunks)
- I got it.
- Yeah? - Yeah. (coughs)
- Okay, I...
I swear I did not help grandpa order this much crap.
- (snorts softly)
(door clicks open)
- Hey. - I got the uh...
Files you asked for. - Oh. Thank you.
- I-I know, I could've emailed them, but...
I also wanted to bring a home remedy smoothie
Like my mom used to make for me.
- Oh, thank you.
I'm not, I'm not keeping much down today.
- Hey! Hi!
I am going to go freshen up.
Uh, b-because I'm filming something.
(ross sighs, mortified, door squeaks open)
- Oh, and there's this. - Yeah.
(door clicks shut, paper rustles)
Photocopy of the paper that was in rameen's hand.
That is some beautiful penmanship.
So clean and crisp.
My parents made me take urdu when I was a kid,
And I could never get the hang of it.
Well, smudgy writing.
- You're right-handed? - Yeah.
- Yeah, farsi's written right to left, too.
David was also right-handed,
So he got a case of the smudgies.
(recipe card and paper rustle)
(pensive music plays)
♪♪♪
(folder crinkles)
(footsteps thud)
(chair scrapes)
Rameen's writing wasn't smudged.
Hey! Uh, river,
I need you to test rameen's left hand for gsr.
- So... How is it... How's it going?
- Um, better than you, by the looks of it.
Uh, question. Did a bomb go off in here?
- Oh, uh... Yeah, no.
This... This is fine.
Everything...
I am fine. - Hmm...
'cause it looks like you're kinda...
Freakin' out.
- Okay, yeah, a little.
Look, I'm supposed to be filming this audition
For a new cooking show, right,
And it has to look slick, and it has to look cool,
But right now, mom is so sick
That she can't even hold the camera straight
And my momaney won't help me translate recipe notes
That are in farsi because I don't have a husband. So...
Pretty much this whole thing is kind of a disaster.
- I-I can help out.
I mean, I do owe you for saving my life...
After almost killing me.
- Oh! That's right,
You do owe me!
- Uh, but first... You call your grandma "momaney"?
- Yes. It's hot, right?
Both: (laughing) (door clicks shut)
- Donovan, there's a few things that have been bugging me.
One, the entry wound suggests
That the 9mm was pressed up against his chest, right?
Two, that it's in the exact same spot
As where he was shot 5 years ago,
And three, river just told me
That rameen just tested positive
For gunshot residue on his left hand.
- Are you saying rameen shot himself?
- (imitates sound of a gunshot)
- Yeah, but if rameen shot himself,
Then what were these three doing?
♪♪♪
(footsteps thud)
♪♪♪
Have a seat.
(door clicks shut)
Ali's fingerprints were found on the murder weapon.
Rameen's body was wrapped in sara's tablecloth.
Reza's hearing aid was found with the body.
Now, I'm done guessing.
Either you come clean right now
Or shayan's going to prison for murder
And you're gonna join him for obstruction.
All: (talking over each other in farsi-dari)
Donovan: Enough!
I think I know what happened last night,
But I need to hear it from all of you.
You're looking at 7 years to life for a technicality.
Tell me keeping rameen's secret is worth that.
- (speaks farsi)
Look, a couple days ago,
Rameen got his one hundredth job application rejection.
I mean, the guy was a damn judge back at home,
And here he couldn't get a bite of a paper-pushing job.
So he'd been kinda distant ever since.
And... When he called and cancelled
Our Friday tea last night,
I knew something was wrong,
So I went to the park to find him
And uh...
He had a gun.
(gunshot rings out) help me! Help me!
Please, he shot himself! Reza: (speaking farsi)
Ali: (speaking farsi-dari) rameen!
(yelling over one another in farsi-dari)
(yelling over each other in farsi)
- (coughs and chokes) - rameen!
(yelling in farsi) rameen! Rameen: (gasping for air)
All: (gasp) oh!
- Rameen! - (coughing and spluttering)
Sara: (yelling in farsi)
Reza: (yelling in farsi)
(lightning cracks overhead)
Shayan: He had no family here.
None in iran.
(plastic rustles)
Reza: But he deserved...
Some kind of burial. (items clatter)
We would want the same in his shoes.
(thunder rumbles in the distance)
(mournful harmonica music plays)
♪♪♪
(tablecloth rustles)
♪♪♪
(footsteps crunch in the foliage)
Ali: (speaks farsi-dari)
(grunt of effort, gun splashes)
Reza: Persian men like rameen...
Doesn't let anyone inside his struggle.
Too ashamed.
He never become what he was back home.
I share the same struggle.
- He helped us so much,
But when he needed help...
- Rameen was too strong to talk like this.
- (angry) yeah, look where strong got him, uncle.
He's strong and dead!
- (sighs heavily)
- We could charge them with obstruction of justice,
But how do you send three immigrants to prison
For stumbling onto a suicide
And being terrified of the cops?
I mean, does that sound like justice?
- Well, I doubt we'd find a crown
Willing to prosecute them even if we did charge 'em.
Change. Transform. (text notification knocks)
What do you think it meant to him?
- Hey. Officer stanley found
A box of 9-mill ammo in rameen's nightstand.
They're sending it to ballistics
So they can match it to the gun.
They also found this on his old school answering machine.
Woman: (recording) hello, mr. Rameen.
We loved meeting with you, and we wanted to offer you
The position of legal secretary.
Thank you so much, and we look forward to working with you.
- If only he'd hung in one more day, uh?
- Seems like a painful way to go.
- So, uh, case closed then?
- Yeah. They did what they thought was right.
Would've been a whole lot easier if they'd trusted us
To start with though.
- I did say eat the pomegranate. (laughs)
- (chuckles)
- Hey, you wanna grab a beer?
- Hello, gentlemen! - Uh--
Hey, cass. Uh...
Malik, cassidy. Cassidy, malik.
- Hello. - Nice to meet you.
You ready to go? - Yeah, my stuff's in the car.
Hey, uh, good work today.
(footsteps recede, indistinct chatter in the distance)
- (sighs heavily)
(indistinct chatter, horn honks in the distance)
Ross: (video) hi! My name is ross khalighi.
The meal I'm gonna be preparing for you
Is one of my father's persian home dishes.
Now, he died a few years ago,
But he always taught me to be proud of who I am.
It may not be the most beautiful-looking dish,
But it is actually the most delicious.
A stone mortar and pestle is usually better, but--
- What are you doing? He doesn't want our--
- Oh! - (breathes deeply) okay.
Now-- - whaddya got on the stove, man?
Both: (laughing)
- It seems we have a few intruders.
(sighs) where was I? Just...
Can you not?! Um, this has to-- - sorry.
- I'll keep people out.
- Thanks. - You go ahead.
- I'm a 20-year-old, queer, persian canadian,
And I am my family -
Their messiness, their big beating hearts.
(key clicks)
- It's amazing!
(kiss)
(exhales sharply)
(exhales) I am... I am so sorry.
(kiss)
- Happy to help.
And uh... (clears throat) I think I can...
Help you with the translations as well.
Look.
They're not secrets. They're just different ways
He adjusted the dishes to your taste.
(recipe card slips) - oh my...
(sighs)
Do you wanna get outta here?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
(rushing footsteps, door clicks open)
(side door bangs shut, front door creaks open)
(front door bangs shut)
- Ross? Dad?
Gordon: I am gonna break your skull wide open,
You understand me?!
Idiot! (pot smashes)
This numbskull delivery man is trying to stop me
From taking peggy up to the niagara region.
- Okay, dad. Dad, it's okay, all right? There's nobody here.
- Oh, I know you don't see him, but I do. I do!
I see you! - Are you two fighting?
- No, I'm fighting this hallucination
Who's trying to stop me from taking you
Up to see the vineyards, okay? - Okay.
- Jenny, we-we need to leave-- - no, I'm not leaving him--
- Jennifer, please! Now! - Peggy, stop!
- Ow! (hisses in pain) - what?
- Okay. - Peggy, I barely... I... I...
- (sighs heavily)
- Dad, hold on.
(front door opens and closes)
Peggy. Peggy, can you please tell me what that was about?
I barely touched you.
Barely. What is this? - (sighs)
A few nights ago, gordon was having a hallucination.
He thought I was someone else, then he grabbed me.
- Uh, I-I did that?
I did that? Is that why you're sleeping on the couch?
- It's not your fault, I know that.
- My god. - Peggy, why didn't you tell me?
- I'm trying to take care of him.
If I fail at that, then I'm... I'm...
Gonna lose my place in this family.
- No, peggy, I'm not saying that you have to be perfect,
But you have to take care of dad properly.
Look, if he's having violent episodes, I--
- I'm not violent! - Dad, I know you're not--
- I mean, all this tiptoeing around it
Is making my dementia like worse.
- I'm trying to be everything
Everybody needs me to be,
But it's still not enough, is it?
- It's just... It's fine. It's just fine.
(tense music plays)
Peggy's voice: Mommy can't look at you.
Get her away from me! (emotional exhale)
I have to go. (sirens wail)
I have to... (hard thud)
(siren wails)
(peggy sobs and grunts)
Gordon: Jenny, mommy's just sick.
Everything's gonna be okay.
- (laboured breaths)
(indistinct whispers)
- Jenny! - (gasps for air)
- (snaps fingers) there you go.
(snaps fingers, jenny gasps for air)
♪♪♪