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.
- 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.
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.
Okay. I mean, I could use
- a camera person. - Great. Done.
- For sure. - Okay, yeah.
- 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.
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?
I forgot. Well...
Let's just hope it's a slow day.
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.
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.
9-mill shell casing.
Well...
There goes the neighbourhood.
Damn.
All right, let's get Jenny on the phone.
Hey, River. What do you see?
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.
Last summer we found a "synthetic companion",
that some guy buried,
to hide from his girlfriend.
This is why we don't kink shame.
Ah...
Should we do the uh...
"Thing"?
I'll do the honours.
Yo'nikonhr'aksa't tsi...
Satenhnisero'kte.
Sken Nenkenhak.
Thanks, River.
Uh, Dennis, I'm gonna need to get some prints.
All right.
Uh, he's holding something.
- 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.
She wants me to get wine.
'Course, there is no wine!
Right as rain,
but I think I'll be doing the investigation from the couch.
Red wine...
Hey, Donovan!
Jenny? Wha...?
Donovan, can you hear me?
- Wine... - Dad!
- Red wine?
- Oh... - Dad, did you...
- Did I do something? - Ugh!
- 'Course I did. - You uh...
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.
Mm. Great.
I got some, uh, healthy snacks for the road.
- 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.
Oh, please, don't stress about Jenny.
She's a doctor, you know.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Hey, do you guys see that opaque spot?
Looks like a bullet lodged near the Subclavian artery.
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.
If he still has a bullet inside of him,
why does he have an exit wound?
I've actually 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.
Over there, metal detector guy looks like a regular.
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.
Yeah, my uncle called him a lone wolf.
He has no friends.
So you never saw him with anyone?
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.
Do you know what this means?
Uh, nah, I don't read Farsi, but um...
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.
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?
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?
Sir!
A snack for later.
- Thank you. - No problem.
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.
Oh, uh...
Uh, good work, Alphonse, I gotta go.
Um, can you fill in Donovan?
Sure thing, will do.
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?
Agha Reza!
Can't hear!
He says he was like a genius.
A private and sad genius.
Does he have any idea who might have hurt him?
He says he's sorry, he can't help you.
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.
Beds & Stuff delivery for Gordon Cooper.
Yeah.
What is it?
It's probably too small to be a bed.
Right. So, "stuff" it is.
Ungh. 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?
Thank you.
Oh, hang on! Look, it says Gordon Cooper on it.
Oh, ho, ho, ho, yeah, I know what this is.
Ooh, hoo, hoo, hoo!
I was gonna go for the satin,
but I decided on the silk.
- Boundaries, Dad! - Oh, sorry.
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.
You got that uh...
You got that note on you?
Yeah.
I downloaded that translator app
that Shayan was talking about.
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.
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.
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.
Ffff...
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.
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.
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?!
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.
- 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.
- 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.
More? More bedroom stuff?
Really!
His right chest cavity is filled with blood.
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.
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.
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.
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.
So what're you thinking?
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.
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.
Please! I did nothing.
I'm a good man. I didn't hurt anyone!
Shayan, come with me.
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.
Hold on a second, guys.
Hey, Jenny, I'm kinda in the middle of it right now.
Hey! There was another bullet inside 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.
So are you saying whoever shot Rameen 5 years ago,
is partly responsible for his death?
Yeah. Just as responsible for killing him.
Hold on a sec. I've gotta call you back.
Yeah.
Shayan,
who shot Rameen 5 years ago?
Was it you?
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.
So Rameen's new gunshot wound,
is in the exact same spot as his old gunshot wound.
What are the odds?
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.
What is that?
A hearing aid.
No chafing.
No impression marks.
I don't think it's his.
Hmm.
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.
Maybe Reza didn't appreciate all the respect.
Rameen was getting from the community?
Ooh.
How are you always hungry?
I just have a hyper-speed metabolism.
I'm... Hashtag blessed.
Blessings.
B-blessings.
How do you even open this thing, is my question?
I guess you could peel it.
One sec, give me the napkin.
It's identical.
They wrapped Rameen's body in Sara's tablecloth.
So, they were all there when Rameen died.
You can get pomegranate molasses
at most middle eastern grocery stores.
So that's never a concern.
Let...
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...
What's wrong, bub?
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.
No, it's okay.
Okay, um...
Come on up here.
Nope. No, not yet.
I need to uh...
Hmmmmmmm.
Well, you're still with me?
Come on, just up here.
Come on in.
Boy, you're a quiet one.
Have you never heard of small talk?
What're you locking the door for?
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.
Crap. Um...
I got it.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Okay, I...
I swear I did not help Grandpa order this much crap.
- 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.
- Oh, and there's this. - Yeah.
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.
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?
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?
Yeah, but if Rameen shot himself,
then what were these three doing?
Have a seat.
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.
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.
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.
Help me! Help me!
Please, he shot himself!
Rameen!
Oh!
Rameen!
He had no family here.
None in Iran.
But he deserved...
Some kind of burial.
We would want the same in his shoes.
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.
Yeah, look where strong got him, uncle.
He's strong and dead!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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! - Okay.
- Now... - Whaddya got on the stove, man?
It seems, we have a few intruders.
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.
It's amazing!
I am...
I am so sorry.
Happy to help.
And uh... 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.
Oh my...
Do you wanna get outta here?
Yeah.
Okay.
Ross?
Dad?
I am gonna break your skull wide open,
you understand me?!
Idiot!
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!
What?
- Okay. - Peggy, I barely... I... I...
Dad, hold on.
Peggy.
Peggy, can you please tell me what that was about?
I barely touched you.
Barely. What is this?
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.
Mommy can't look at you.
Get her away from me!
I have to go.
I have to...
Jenny, Mommy's just sick.
Everything's gonna be okay.
Jenny!
There you go.
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