Coroner (2019–…): Season 4, Episode 5 - Degargoony - full transcript

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.

(Kids shout and laugh
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)

(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)

(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)

(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)

♪