"Wow." "Better than I remember." "Then you've got a bad memory." "No." "No." "I have to go to work." "You mean downstairs?" "Oh, stop it." "Don't you have lives to go save or something?" "If you're talking about the ER, this week has been all toothaches and sprained ligaments." "Oh, and one bout of food poisoning." "Guess you'll have to go back to Nigeria to get your fill." "Actually, this city is kind of growing on me." "Keep Saturday night open." "I have a surprise for you." "Oh." "Everett Investigations." "Oh, yeah." "Sure." "OK." "What's the address?" "Yeah, that's right." "Saturday night." "We're gonna need the whole place." "It's my daughter's birthday." "Alright, I'll swing by and bring you a cheque later." "Thanks." "It's Jules' birthday?" "Yeah. 15th." "You're having a party?" "Just a little something we're throwing together, just some Ellard students and their parents." "You wouldn't want to be there." "Not that you were asking to be there." "You don't want to be there, right?" "Yeah, no..." "Not unless you want me to be." "Hello." "Hey, um, Danon and Brock, 30 minutes?" "What do we got?" "I'm not entirely sure, but the woman on the phone was pretty upset." "She said it was something about a... dead body." "Not exactly what I had in mind." "Ditto." "Hey, uh, what's going on with your hair?" "Nothing." "I just didn't have time to blow dry." "Mm-hmm." "And why's that, Ms. Everett?" "Whatever." "You have lipstick on your collar." "Hi." "You must be the Pls?" "Yes." "I am Angie Everett." "This is my partner, Matt Shade." "Hi." "Hi." "Jacinta Kalfas." "I need to preface with..." "This has never happened to our business before." "This way." "It was supposed to be Leo Stewart's visitation and cremation this afternoon." "Father." "Grandfather." "President of his mining union." "Recreational bowling champion..." "Right." "So what's the problem?" "This is not Leo Stewart." "That's not Grampie Leo!" "That's not Grampie Leo!" "That's gonna require some therapy." "It was awful." "Why don't you start at the beginning?" "Um, OK." "So we got a call from Leo's daughter Esta." "She wanted us to provide funeral services for her late father." "She wanted a simple closed-casket visitation followed by a cremation." "So you had the right body until..." "Turns out we never did." "My sister Hanna picked the body up..." "Jacinta?" "Hanna, great, there you are." "These are the Pls that I was telling you about." "I thought we were going to talk about this." "Is there a problem?" "We can't really afford your services." "Hanna, we lost a body!" "How are we gonna recover from that if word gets out?" "We're struggling financially." "Our parents retired 7 years ago, leaving us the business..." "They don't need to know our whole life story, Jacinta." "What about the Stewart family?" "What are we supposed to tell them?" "Oh my gosh." "Those poor people." "Fine." "I was the one who picked up the body from the hospital." "And you didn't notice you had the wrong guy?" "The toe-tag said Leo Stewart." "We didn't have a picture yet." "And what about afterwards?" "Who dressed him?" "I did." "But it was a closed casket service, so I didn't focus on the cosmetology part." "They're antacids, Jacinta, not candy." "Look, I called the hospital morgue and they told me the records check out." "So you have no idea who this guy is?" "No." "When's the funeral service?" "Tonight at 7." "Esta has agreed not to tell the rest of the family until we find the body, but we need him back by tonight." "If you could please, please keep this quiet..." "We'll do our best." "Thank you." "The hospital morgue is downtown, but traffic is a headache." "Speaking of which." "Hello, Becca." "Did you book the venue?" "If you're gonna screw this up, can you tell me in advance?" "Angie's here." "You're on speaker." "Oh, hey, Angie!" "Hi, Becca." "It's Jules' 15th birthday this weekend, and I am just spread a little bit thin..." "Which is why I told you" "I'd take care of it." "And yes, I booked the venue." "And the cake?" "Ordered it." "And the DJ?" "My next call." "I gotta go." "But Shadow," "Jules is at Ellard now." "And this is vitally important to her." "Don't screw it up!" "Didn't we just establish that I..." "Why does Becca think I can't handle this?" "Hey, do you wanna come?" "Oh, I would, but Ken made plans for us." "It's some surprise." "Really." "What kind of a surprise?" "I have no idea." "Interesting." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Well, it just seems like you guys are progressing quickly." "Not at all." "It's totally casual." "Whatever you need to tell yourself." "Yeah?" "What about you and Mel?" "You seem to be spending a lot of time together lately." "Did you invite her to Jules' party?" "Uh..." "Sort of." "Oh look, here we are." "I don't really know what to tell you guys..." "Well, could you try to tell us something?" "Like, how this could have happened?" "A person dies, they're brought down here, the funeral director comes by, gives me a wave..." "That doesn't seem very secure." "They're dead bodies, not bars of gold." "I mean, there's a toe, there's a tag, they take 'em away." "Does the hospital keep a log of all the bodies that come through here?" "Not really." "I mean, I could pull the files of all the people who died in the last few days." "Great." "Yes." "Good idea." "Do that." "Here they are." "Oh, um, but I think they're, like, confidential." "Right." "Listen, how about you just do us a quick little favour and see if this guy's in the morgue?" "Sure." "I kinda envy the guy." "A certain amount of cluelessness seems like bliss, no?" "Here he comes." "Nah, man." "Two bodies is all I got." "One brown dude, one grandma." "Thanks anyway." "And, uh... good luck in life." "And what time was his visitation?" "OK." "Thank you." "Anything?" "Well, I called all the funeral homes that picked up bodies from Memorial Hospital that day and" "I've narrowed it down to seven that could have been switched with Leo Stewart based off age and closed-casket services." "Great." "What's the matter?" "All their lives." "They're so amazing." "According to his obit," "Larry here traveled to 80 different countries." "William served in two wars and Cyril has 14 children and 38 grandchildren." "Perspective, Zoe." "I see vagabond, PTSD, and a man who farmed children." "What is my obit gonna say?" "My life is basically a series of awkward moments separated by spoonfuls of peanut butter." "Yeah, that's right, 'Happy Birthday Jules.'" "With lots of sprinkles and sparklers." "Yeah." "Thanks." "DJ, venue, cake... done." "OK, calm down, Martha Stewart." "Put on your best sad face." "And this tie." "We have a bunch of Funeral Homes to visit." "You think one of them ended up with Leo Stewart's body?" "They had to." "And either they're unaware of it, or not owning up to it." "So we're going to sneak in, find the bodies and check it out for ourselves." "Hm!" "Sounds like quite an undertaking." "Heh, heh, heh!" "No?" "I'm so sorry to hear about your loss." "What was your friend's name?" "Dr. Ken Graham." "He impaled himself on one of his humanitarian awards." "It was awful." "It's okay, babe." "Maybe take a moment in the bathroom?" "Yeah." "And just like that," "Mel was gone." "I told her not to wear heels on the subway platform." "I need a minute." "OK." "Zombies aren't real." "Zombies aren't real." "Six funeral homes down, one to go." "Here's hoping." "Oh no, the visitation's started already." "Wait, look." "It's the John Doe from Leo's casket!" "Carl White." "Bet you Grandpa Leo's in his casket?" "You keep watch, I'll take a look inside the casket." "OK." "Oh, I'm sorry." "I didn't realise anyone was here." "I'll come back." "No, no, it's fine." "I'm Jon, Carl's son." "This is my wife Katie and this is Ruby." "And you are...?" "Uh, Brad Wilson." "Thank you so much for coming." "Yeah." "How did you know my dad?" "Uh... a few years ago, we crossed paths." "It was brief, but um... he really impacted my life." "Sounds like Carl." "Grandpa lived in our living room before he moved to the hospital." "I bet you really miss him, huh?" "Um, you know," "I'd love to take this moment for all of us, to bow our heads and close our eyes tightly and reflect on Carl's life." "Is it our man?" "See for yourself." "Hey." "What are you doing?" "Oh my God." "Where's my dad?" "I've been a funeral director for twenty years, this has never happened before." "Funny, it's the second time today for us." "Michael, where's my dad's body?" "He's at the Kalfas" "Funeral Home, in Leo Stewart's casket." "We can put you in touch, but we need your help getting Leo's body back there." "Who's Leo Stewart?" "Who are you people?" "We're private investigators." "There was a mix-up at the hospital morgue." "Your father's body was taken to the Kalfas Funeral Home, under the name of Leo Stewart." "And Leo Stewart's body ended up here, labeled as your father's." "Except now, he's gone." "Who picked up" "Leo's body from the morgue?" "I did." "The toe tag said Carl White." "I double-checked the paperwork." "What about the album of pictures I gave you for the photo montage?" "Did you double-check those?" "My assistant prepped the body." "Remind me to get my name tattooed on top of my foot." "Which one of us gets to tell Jacinta and Hanna?" "You're going to make me do it, aren't you?" "See you in an hour." "Michael, who else had access to the body you prepped?" "Everyone." "We've talked to the intern, the Funeral Director's Assistant, the janitor..." "Nothing so far." "Were you able to dig anything up on the rest of the staff?" "Nothing yet." "But I have to say, a lot of strange people work in the funeral industry." "Ooh..." "Ooh what, Zoe?" "I can't see you." "Ooh, Stan, the hearse driver, has an anonymous Ding N Deal account." "If it's anonymous, how do you know it's him?" "It's the same handle as his OKCupid account..." ""@olderisbetter1962"." "He's selling antique jewelry, accessories..." "The items are super eclectic, it's almost as if..." "They were stolen from dead bodies." "Nice work, Zoe." "Excuse me." "Who are you?" "Angie Everett, Everett Investigations." "And you must be Stan." "What's this about?" "Wondering where you were yesterday afternoon." "I was with my wife all day." "Does she know you're on OkCupid?" "Yes." "We have an open relationship." "Oh." "Well, can you explain this?" "I peruse yard sales." "Can you explain that?" "There's four bags of salt missing." "Roughly the weight of a human corpse." "I maintain the parking lot in the winter." "Come on, it hasn't snowed in weeks." "Where's the body, Stan?" "Tell me, or I'm gonna call my very good friend, Detective Mazhari." "No, wait." "I sold it." "You sold it?" "To who?" "This kid," "Greg something." "He's a med student, he needed bodies to practice surgery on." "I figured it was a closed casket, who's gonna miss it?" "It was an easy 800 bucks." "And where's this kid now?" "Pathology Lab," "Carlington University." "Thanks, Stan." "Who sells a body?" "Don't even get me started." "How did Jacinta and Hanna take it?" "Like death warmed over." "We're running out of time." "Leo's funeral service is in an hour." "Stop!" "Drop the scalpel." "I didn't kill him." "He was already dead, I swear!" "It's him." "That's him." "Grampie Leo." "What do we do, call a hearse, or...?" "They'll never make it across town and back." "Uh..." "Here." "Put these on." "I don't like where this is heading." "Oh no!" "I think the security guard just saw us." "Move it!" "This thing's got a wonky wheel!" "Could you have parked any further away?" "Shut up!" "Oh!" "I am so bleaching this car when I get home." "It's a rental." "Hurry up!" "You've heard of rigor mortis?" "Ew!" "Go, go, go!" "Hey, stop!" "Thanks." "Sorry for your lost." "Thank you." "Thanks to coming." "Well, that's one grave crisis averted." "Sorry." "Thank you so much." "You saved us." "Happy to help." "What's happening with Carl?" "Michael Lukins just arrived to pick him up and he's downstairs with Hanna right now." "Where the hell is it?" "I have no idea, but you..." "What the hell?" "...can't come in here and start yelling at me!" "How could you let this happen?" "How could we let this happen?" "This is not our fault!" "Hanna!" "Your family is going to pay for this." "What is going on?" "I'm screwed!" "That's what's going on!" "Someone broke in through the garage." "They smashed the window and unlocked the door." "Is anything missing?" "Something's missing alright." "The body I was supposed to be picking up!" "Someone stole Carl White's body!" "Lemme get this straight." "Two bodies were switched." "One went missing." "You found that body, and now the other one's gone?" "What is this, The X-Files?" "It's looking more and more like the original body swap wasn't a mistake." "OK, but why?" "Michael, what was supposed to happen to Carl White's body?" "He was supposed to be buried after his service on Friday." "And what about Leo?" "He's being cremated in the morning." "What are you thinking?" "Maybe somebody switched the bodies so that Carl would get cremated instead of Leo." "The reason being...?" "Destroying evidence?" "Maybe Carl was murdered." "Cremation would destroy any forensics." "Which explains why they came back to grab him a second time." "OK, do not jump to any conclusions, please." "I will look around, talk to the techs and I'll get back to you, OK?" "What did the police say?" "They don't know anything yet." "If you don't get Carl White's body back in time for his funeral," "I'm going to sue you guys for failing to keep custody of a body." "You'll be finished." "This is awful." "Just try to get some sleep." "We'll stay on top of things and be in touch tomorrow." "OK." "Let's go." "Hey." "A potato chip, mayo, and cheese-slice sandwich, huh?" "What're you stressed out about?" "I'm trying to figure out the guest list for my party." "Ellard politics." "If I invite Lynn and Skylar, that means I have to invite their circle of tight-knit friends, which includes twelve more girls, two of which I don't know, three I don't really like..." "Don't you dare tell anyone that." "Honey, relax." "I rented Edge Park Hall." "There's plenty of room for everyone." "Edge Park?" "That place is huge!" "Only the best for my baby girl." "Hey, what's wrong, honey?" "Talk to me." "Nothing." "It's just that I'm used to having smaller, more low-key birthdays." "But you want this party, right?" "Yes." "Yes, totally." "Mom's so excited and you've done all this planning, so of course." "It's gonna be great." "Hey, Zoe." "Hey." "What's all this?" "My brand new bucket list." "Organized by decade, separated into categories:" "travel, learning, career, relationships..." "Nice!" "Wait." "You don't know how to ice skate?" "I never learned." "See?" "I've done nothing!" "What's all this under relationship?" "OK." "I can't unsee that." "I am expanding my horizons." "I'd say so." "Thanks." "No Ken this morning?" "He already left for the ER." "Ah." "What's that, four nights this week?" "Seems a little more than 'casual' to me." "Hm." "And what about Mel?" "Have you figured out if she's coming to Jules' birthday yet?" "So..." "This is all about Carl White, huh?" "Yeah, I looked into him." "Machinist for 30 years, diagnosed with lung cancer three years ago." "Any other living relatives?" "Jon's the only one." "Why?" "He might have a life insurance policy through his union." "Huh." "We should ask Jon about that." "You know what else?" "We should find out if he had any other visitors in the hospital in the past few weeks." "On it!" "OK, we gotta go." "Oh..." "That one's overrated, but definitely try that one." "What?" "Thanks so much for meeting us on such short notice, Jon." "Still no word on my father's body?" "No." "Sorry." "I don't get why anyone would want to steal a dead body." "Especially my dad's." "It's been hard enough losing him once." "This has been a real gut punch for my family." "You're an only child, right, Jon?" "Yeah." "It was just me and Carl for a long time." "He moved in with my mom when I was eight." "My biological father was never in the picture." "My mom died shortly after they were married." "Carl officially adopted me and raised me alone." "Did Carl have any other family?" "No." "He was estranged from his family." "And as close as we were, he was always fiercely private about his life growing up." "Can you think of anyone who'd want to harm your father?" "Why?" "We think someone stole Carl's body to get rid of forensic evidence, possibly to cover up a crime." "That's ridiculous." "Everyone loved my dad." "I have to ask where you were last night." "It's protocol." "You think I took him?" "Killed him and tried to cover it up?" "Maybe to fast-track any inheritance?" "Inheritance." "That's a good one." "Carl was broke." "He spent everything he had on experimental cancer treatments." "I've been putting him up for the past year." "Remortgaged my house twice to pay for his medical bills." "The only thing I'm inheriting is this." "It's the box of Carl's things I told you about." "Thank you for bringing it." "Literally everything he left behind." ""To Vera, will miss you." ""Love, Harriette Olson. 1951."" "Who's Vera?" "Carl's mother." "I never knew her." "What is it?" "It's a text from Zoe." "Carl didn't have any unexpected visitors, but three days before he died, he asked a nurse to call him a cab." "Where?" "To 145 Adelaide St. West." "The nurses tried to talk him out of it, but he was determined, despite how sick he was." "Why would my dad need to go downtown?" "Donne... as in Donne's Rye Whisky?" "One of the hundred wealthiest families in Canada." "I did a commercial for them back in the 90s." "I'll make fun of that later." "How the hell are the Donnes connected to Carl?" "Can I get you something to drink?" "We've been developing a brand new blend." "No, thank you, Mr. Donne." "Reginald, please." "You can call me Reg." "Sorry to disturb you, but we wanted to ask you about Carl White." "Who?" "60s, former machinist..." "Came to visit you about a week ago?" "Never seen him before." "Really?" "I guess I thought, because you let us in as soon as we mentioned his name, that you knew him." "No, I..." "I heard The Shadow was here." "1997." "You were in a commercial for us." ""Take the journey home."" "That's right." "Yup." "Look, I'd love to help you out, but I have no idea who that man is." "Sure." "Well, thank you for your time." "Oh, uh, take a bottle." "On me." "Thanks." "Nice guy, huh?" "Free bottle of whisky." "Heh, heh, heh." "Something about him." "I feel like he's playing us." "Yeah." "Yeah, I get that vibe too." "Whoa." "That photo." "That's the same one from Carl's personal effects." "Of his mom, Vera." ""Donne Employee Photo, 1951."" "Carl's mom worked for the Donnes?" "There's no way that that's a coincidence." "Carl was here." "Ol' Reggie just lied to us." "Why would a dying man come all the way down here to talk with his mom's former employer?" "I don't know, but we're not going to get a straight answer out of him." "Wasn't there a name on the back of Jon's photo?" "Yeah." "Yeah, Harriette Somebody." "OK." "I'll call Jon." "Here's hoping Harriette Somebody is still alive." "Look at how young we all looked!" "That's Kathy, Anthony, Sandra, Betsy, and..." "Oh my Lord, Vera White." "Could you tell us about her?" "She worked at the desk next to mine." "She was a lovely girl." "Then she left suddenly, in the spring of 1951, I think." "Yes, that was it." "Poor girl." "Mrs. Donne all but chased her away." "What do you mean?" "Well, it was all gossip, of course, but Theodore Donne, the company owner, used to spend a great deal of time at Vera's desk." "He was always asking her to stay late or work on the weekends..." "I suspect that Mrs. Donne found out and chased Vera away." "Spring of 1951, you said." "Do you remember which month?" "Um." "Oh, it was early May," "I think." "It was not long after this picture was taken." "Could you excuse us a second?" "What's going on?" "Theodore Donne, Reg's father, was having an affair with Vera White." "Yeah, I got that." "So?" "Vera was sent away in May of 1951." "Carl was born in October that same year, roughly six months later." "Wait, are you saying what I think you're saying?" "Carl White was Theodore's son." "Reg's half-brother." "OK, 1951, Vera gets pregnant with Theodore Donne's child, and gets sent away by Mrs. Donne." "Six months later, she gives birth to Carl." "Which means Carl White is Carl Donne." "And entitled to his share of the Donne family fortune." "How much are we talking?" "If I had to guess, 15 million." "Holy kumquat!" "A titch off, boss." "By how much?" "400 million." "What?" "They only paid me five grand for that whisky commercial!" "We need to find that body." "Why wouldn't Carl ask for the money earlier?" "Maybe he didn't want it." "Come on, it's not so crazy." "The Donne family basically chased his mother away." "Carl probably wanted nothing to do with it." "So why now?" "Because of Jon." "Jon had to remortgage his house twice to pay for Carl's medical bills." "Four-year-old daughter, another one on the way..." "If it was me, I'd want to make sure my family was taken care of." "OK, so Carl goes to see Reginald before he dies, asks him to take care of his family once he's gone." "Except Reg isn't having it." "He figures Carl's on his death bed anyway." "OK, but why doesn't Jon just go get it now?" "Because Carl and Jon don't share the same DNA." "Carl isn't Jon's biological father, which is why Reggie switched the bodies." "You're right." "Because if Carl were buried, then Jon could dig up the body at any point to test for DNA and claim his share of the Donne fortune." "But if the body gets cremated, supposedly by accident..." "The link goes away." "Forever." "Well, what're you guys waiting for?" "Go get Reginald Donne so we can find Carl!" "We know he's behind this." "We just can't prove it." "So you want me to execute a search warrant on one of the most powerful men in the city, in the hopes of finding a dead body stashed in, let's say his walk-in humidor?" "Yeah." "Exactly." "Like, tonight." "His funeral's tomorrow." "This is a great idea." "You know what, while I'm at it, why don't I build a catapult so that my boss can literally launch me into space when this thing falls apart?" "What about the break-in at the Kalfas Funeral Home?" "What about it?" "There's gotta be something to implicate Reginald Donne." "Here." "Analysis came back a few hours ago." "The scene was clean, no blood, no DNA, no fingerprints." "The only thing the techs found was a little latex fiber on some shards of glass." "Latex?" "Yeah, from the rubber gloves the culprit used to rob the place." "Wait a minute." "The tox screen shows traces of formaldehyde, glutaraldehyde, and methanol." "Am I supposed to know what those things are?" "You would if you were a mortician." "Those are chemicals used in embalming fluid." "I don't understand." "So you're saying the break-in was staged?" "The gloves used in the robbery had trace amounts of embalming fluid on them." "Well, Hanna and I are the only ones who have access to those chemicals, and we have no reason to break into our own place." "Hanna, did Reginald Donne pay you to switch Carl White's body with Leo's?" "That's ridiculous." "Of course not." "Hanna?" "Say something." "Jacinta..." "What?" "Wait, are you saying..." "We've been losing money for over a year!" "We haven't been able to take a salary in months." "We shouldn't have to live like this." "Tell us what happened." "Mr. Donne came to me when he figured out that we were one of the funeral homes that dealt with Memorial Hospital." "He offered me two hundred grand to switch the toe tags and take Carl White's body instead of Leo's." "Did he tell you why?" "I didn't ask any questions." "But when I called to tell him that the switch had been discovered, he threatened to expose me if I didn't dispose of the body." "So you made it look like a break-in, took the body and got rid of it." "How could you do this?" "I did it for you!" "You've wanted to do this since you were a little girl." "You love this world." "But it was never what I wanted." "Why did you not say anything?" "What was I supposed to say?" "I couldn't just walk out on you when the business was failing." "It's better than taking a payoff." "That two hundred grand was going to pay our debts, allow me to move on." "I'd finally be free of everyone's expectations." "Can you stand, please?" "Hanna Kalfas, you are under arrest for committing Indignity to a Dead Human Body and for Felony Disorderly Conduct in Staging a Robbery." "I can't believe you did this." "Wait..." "Hanna, what did you do with Carl's body?" "I dropped him off at the crematorium at Ash Field cemetery." "Uh, can I help you?" "Yeah, where's Carl White?" "He's in the back." "Oh, thank God." "Here you go." "Okay, thank you for your time." "Nothing?" "Zilch." "The hospital room was scrubbed clean." "I can't believe there's not a trace of Carl's DNA left." "Just like that, he's wiped from existence with no proof that he's a Donne heir." "What is that?" "Oh, right." "I was saving this for a less depressive time, but maybe we could all use a good laugh right now." "Life is an exotic journey." "Always something new to see... to try... to succeed or fail at..." "But no matter how far you go..." "Remember there's value in the familiar things as well." "Take the journey home." "You know, the best part is the unlit cigar." "I think it's the frosted tips." "That's it." "Frosted tips?" "The cigar." "We gotta talk to Jon." "Life is an exotic journey." "Always something new to see... to try... to succeed or fail at..." "This is all a bit overwhelming." "You wanna do what with the pipe?" "We're gonna test it for DNA." "Y-STR DNA." "It's DNA specifically passed on from a male to their male offspring." "Now, if we can prove that Carl's matches Reginald's..." "Then it would prove that Carl is Theodore Donne's biological son." "And according to the terms of Theodore Donne's will, his estate was to be divided equally among all heirs." "Your father had claim to part of the Donne empire." "And as his only son, now that claim falls to you." "Look, here's the number for a friend of mine," "Melanie Parker." "She's a prosecutor, but she can help set you up with a civil attorney." "But get ready for the fight of your life, because Reginald Donne is not going to take this lying down." "You're gonna need money for legal fees, and lots of it." "Or you could try for a contingency lawyer, but they generally ask for 50% of your claim." "Hold on." "Sorry." "Do I have to do this?" "Come again?" "It's just..." "It seems like a long shot." "Reginald Donne is a powerful man." "And I'm already swimming in debt." "All we want right now is to keep our house." "The stress of a trial..." "Isn't worth it for us." "We're fine." "Really." "We live a humble life, but..." "We're happy." "Are you sure?" "Do you want to think about it?" ""You only get one life." ""You may as well live it right."" "My... my dad taught me that." "Thank you, though." "For everything." "I can't say I blame them." "I wouldn't want to take on Reginald Donne in court either." "Hello, Reg." "Shadow." "In the shadows." "Should I be concerned?" "I just came here to talk." "To tell you that Jon's family won't be pursuing any legal action against you." "Smart man." "Not just smart." "An honest man." "A family man." "Like his father." "Your half-brother." "Nice try." "Are you wearing a wire?" "Trying to get me to admit something on tape?" "Jon doesn't want your money." "Then what is there to talk about?" "All Carl wanted was to take care of his family." "How much did he ask you for, Reg?" "Three hundred grand?" "Four?" "Come on, that's a rounding error." "All so his kid wouldn't get stuck with the burden of his medical bills." "It's a sad story, I admit..." "You know Jon is barely hanging onto his house?" "He took a pay cut so he could spend more time with his dad, despite the fact that he's got a kid of his own and another one on the way." "That's what families do." "I guess you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?" "Hang on, Reg." "I got something for ya." "What's this?" "It's Carl's pipe." "One of his most cherished possessions." "And the last remaining piece of his DNA on this planet." "You decide which of those descriptions means the most to you." "The venue called." "They said that you forgot to drop off the cheque." "They've cancelled the reservation." "Mom, it's fine." "How is this fine?" "There's over a hundred kids that are gonna be showing up to that hall in four hours!" "And I'll put up a message on Facebook saying it's cancelled." "Everyone will survive." "How could you let this happen?" "You were right, Becca." "I couldn't handle it." "I dropped the ball." "It's all my fault." "I knew it!" "Why did I trust you..." "No." "Wait." "Mom." "He did it on purpose." "What?" "It's OK, Jules..." "No, it's not." "Don't be mad." "I didn't want the party." "What?" "But you said that you..." "Yes," "I know, and I thought I did." "But you guys were so excited to plan it, and..." "It's just not me." "I'm sorry." "No." "No, I'm sorry." "I should have realized." "We both should have." "Good news is, now you can have the party you really want, right?" "How about pizza?" "And beer." "No." "Hey, Mel." "How's your weekend?" "I saw I missed your call, what's up?" "Listen," "I wanted to explain about Jules' birthday." "Matt..." "I'm really looking forward to meeting Jules... when you're ready." "There's no rush." "I appreciate that." "Thanks." "You're welcome." "Talk to you soon." "We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as being placed in an obscure and distant future." "It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun..." "What's he doing here?" "Guess he had a change of heart." "We are thankful, we are grateful, and we are better..." "Because of his love." "Hello?" "Angie?" "Yeah, it's me." "Just open a bottle of wine, I'll be out in a sec." "Hey, so you remember that old vintage jacket you fell in love with years ago in Kensington Market?" "I was on Queen West the other day, and you're not gonna believe this, but..."