Hey! What?
What's so funny?
Nothing, trust me.
Come on, tell me. I could use a good laugh.
I'm reading a book called States of Matter,
and there's a chapter
on thermodynamics and statistical mechanics.
- Okay... - Here's how it opens.
"Ludwig Boltzmann spent most of his career
"studying statistical mechanics.
"He died in 1906 by his own hand."
- Uh. - Okay?
"Paul Ehrenfest, carrying on his work,
"died similarly in 1933."
"Now it is our turn to study statistical mechanics."
Never too late for a paternity test.
There's an extra place setting.
Yeah. Are we expecting company?
Uh, yeah. Yeah, we are.
- Something's up. - Yeah. You're right.
There's a vibe in here.
- A dark and troubling vibe. - Look at him.
That's the shirt he wears for press conferences.
He's brushed his hair.
She seems eager to make an impression.
- No. No, she's not. - Please, no.
No, you can't.
Yes, kids, your mother is coming for brunch.
No. How did this happen?
She texted me out of the blue last night.
She asked, "How are the kids?" And I said, "Kids are good.
"Coming over for brunch tomorrow."
And then she responded,
"Brunch sounds like fun. See you at 11."
It's fine. It's fine. Let's just brainstorm.
What can we say to make her turn the car around?
Or maybe it's easier if we just block the road into town?
I... might have an idea why she's coming.
When I was undercover in that rehab facility
I had to do this group therapy session
and totally by accident
I had a breakthrough about how Mum made me the way I am.
- Mm-hm. - Keep talkin'.
So, I may have unloaded years of pent up frustration
on her voicemail, blaming her
for making me incapable of allowing myself to love.
Oh. Well.
- That's just wonderful! - Not your finest hour, honey.
I had a breakthrough.
I am not in the headspace
for Mum's unique blend of self-pity, narcissism
and inappropriate necklines.
You think I'm looking forward to seeing her?
This neglectful lady
still endured 11 hours of excruciating labor for Henry,
and emergency C-section for Louise.
- How do you know that? - I know everything.
Maybe her being here will make us
actually face some of the stuff we never talk about.
Dysfunction thrives in the dark
and dies in the sunlight.
Another thing I learned from group therapy.
You were in rehab for six hours
pretending to be a drug addict named Claire.
Excuse me, it was a profound experience.
Even if we pretend that's true,
that is not relevant to me - I don't keep secrets.
Oh, really?
How about continuing an investigation
of a potential homicide from a million years ago
without my consent?
You what? Why didn't you tell me?
I don't know what either of you are talking about
and how did you know?
You think Szczepkowski can keep a secret?
Kid's about as hard to read as Goodnight Moon.
So, what do you have to say for yourself?
I refuse to apologise for investigating a murder.
You remember the day that I gave you your detective shield?
You go behind my back again
and see how fast I can rewind that heartwarming movie.
Technically, Louise gave me my shield.
Well, either Nadia blew a fuse or that's the universe
telling us to stop with all this honesty.
Sometimes it's good to rip off the band-aid.
I'll tell you another thing I learned in therapy.
You can't start healing until you start feeling.
Are you just repeating things
you saw on motivational posters at the rehab?
No. I got that one from a mug.
I had motivational poster in my room as a small child.
It said "Life is hard."
It was my favourite poster.
Nadi, could you please just give us a minute here?
We're actually dealing with something. Okay?
Just came in to tell you the power is out,
so the brunch I have been cooking all morning
will be delayed, but okay.
Okay.
Well, I'm starving.
I'm gonna head outside and eat some almonds.
Why does he have to go outside to eat almonds?
You think I have a copy of his manual?
Look, all I'm saying is that
I think we were all messed up by her leaving.
You guys maybe even more than me.
Marci asked if you could stand
being the second most important person in her life
and you've totally given up on her.
No, actually, I sent her child a gift
and I refuse to call her
until I receive a hand-written thank-you note.
And you are scared to let the guy you actually like
know you like him.
You are so annoying! I do not like Carson!
Interesting. I never said his name.
I would never date another cop and he's freshly divorced.
Oh, sweetheart, come on, that sounds like an excuse
because you're afraid of getting hurt.
- Boom. - Oh, I'm afraid to get hurt?
Anytime anyone says anything
that hurts your feelings even a tiny little bit
you get all sullen and sulky and completely shut down.
I do not.
Every time you fought with Mum
you couldn't take any criticism from her.
Let's be honest, that's got to be
at least part of the reason why you guys got divorced.
That's not why we got divorced.
I'm not saying it was the only reason. I'm just saying...
She only had one reason.
- What reason was that? - You want another breakthrough?
You know the relationship with Frank
that started maybe a year after we got divorced?
Well, guess what? It didn't.
What do you mean?
They'd been seeing each other for at least a year
while we were still married.
She left because she fell in love with him.
I made her promise not to go public with it
to save us all the humiliation.
There. Is that honest enough for you?
Everybody healed now?
I don't know what to say.
Henry, you say something.
Huh? Oh, I already knew that.
- What? - What?
For how long?
One night she went out for milk...
when we already had milk.
Then a week later she said she was running to the store,
so I followed her across town
to a house with a front-facing window.
Didn't see everything,
but I can assure you, I saw enough.
Oh, buddy.
I thought I was the only one who knew.
Do you know how hard it was to pretend not to see the clues?
She knew none of her tells.
Like when she was lying,
she use to twirl her hair with her finger.
- And the pauses! - Such long pauses!
You could bake a pie in those pauses.
It's a huge relief to know that you knew.
Yeah. It's a relief to me too.
No, you guys do not get to bond over keeping this from me.
We shared a family secret
that gave us a point of connection.
This is literally what you asked for.
No! I did not ask to be betrayed by a secret-keeping betrayer!
I halfway get why he didn't tell me
but we're supposed to be a team!
It is like in season one of 24,
Jack Bauer knows who is the mole
but keeps the rest of CTU in the dark.
Sweetheart, do you mind?
We're having a family conversation here.
What?
It's the office.
Hey. It's my...
What do you mean?
Someone blew up the electrical substation.
What?!
How did the fire department find out before me?
Okay, just... We're on our way.
Come on. You guys follow me.
Oh, no. You guys can ride together.
You can discuss all the other family secrets
you've been keeping from me.
It'll be like a fun car game.
Louise!
Oh, God, your mother!
Nadia's going to kill me
if I tell her she has to deal with that woman alone.
- You do it. - Absolutely not.
You're not the only one who's scared of her.
After that bone-headed thing I said
about having a family discussion?
I'm taking my life into my hands. Come on!
Okay. I'll do it if you let me drive and control the radio.
You follow cars too closely, look at your phone
and you listen to terrible music.
I do not listen to terrible music.
These are my terms.
Deal.
Nadia?
Nadia left.
She took the Mustang.
Oh.
I... I still get to drive.
Well, well, well, boys,
the EVPD finally graces us with their presence.
Coffee break run long?
Not really in the mood
for 'cops vs. Firefighters' today, Flanagan.
Yeah? Why's that? Aviators get scratched?
Busy weekend busting jaywalkers?
Someone swiped the last cinnamon roll from the break room?
At least we're not a bunch of divorced middle-aged volunteers!
- Jeez. You really took it there. - Yeah.
Sorry. I've had a tough morning.
Your daughter's giving me nothing today, Hickman!
Just a second...
Please leave a message after the tone.
Nadi, it's me again.
Check that the tires on the Mustang are properly inflated.
And that the brake lights work
and use 91 octane if you have to fill it up.
And... just call me back, please.
Please call me back.
What about you, Henry? You gonna give me the business?
I have nothing but respect for firefighters.
You're a vital part of our community.
But, yeah...
The way you put your lives on the line.
You won't hear me offering a word of criticism.
Henry, traditions matter. Say something mean.
But not too mean.
Alright, what happened here?
Intruders came from the west, cut a hole in that fence.
They blew the transformer
with a high-impact homemade explosive.
- Took down the whole grid. - Wow. What a mess.
We have a possible footprint.
It's obscured by the explosion's residue.
Hey, Hanrahan?
It's Flanagan.
No, I know.
I'm comically demeaning you
by pretending to misremember your name.
You know, 'cause you're saying...
It's not funny if you have to explain it.
Yeah, that's why it's not funny.
Did you want something?
Yes. I need your dry powder extinguisher.
It's a boot.
Doc Martens. I'd know it anywhere.
From my years on the streets of Seattle.
I was kicked in the face more than once.
Does that surprise anyone? Anyone?
Woman's size 6.
Hey, Hanrahan!
We're not doing that anymore.
Oh, yes, we are. It's our thing.
Alright, we're looking for a woman, everybody!
So am I.
Of course you can't.
- My cell signal's gone. - Yeah, mine too.
Hey, anyone there?
The cell tower's been bombed!
- My angel. - My heart.
No second thoughts?
My second thoughts
are exactly the same as my first thoughts.
You have an arrogant little body.
I love how your compliments make no sense.
- You make me so itchy. - In a good way?
Come back to bed and I'll show you.
No time, baby. We got a busy day ahead.
You know our power's out.
Mmm. Imagine that.
Baby, let's get wild.
I agree. When I was out on my boat this morning...
Without service I have no GPS.
Do you have any maps?
Sorry, honey.
Just the treasure maps on the back of the kids menu.
- Then only large coffee to go. - Okay.
With the power out, it's about as hot as a baby's bathwater.
But it'll do ya.
Kathy, do you know which is road to Vancouver?
I am going to visit my cousin.
Okay, so what you want to do is, you want to go on Highway 2
and then pick up I-5 in Everett and go all the way up.
What's the occasion?
Big Hank and I had big fight.
- Oh. - Only verbal.
He did not beat me with stick, if that's what you are thinking.
Well, jeez, no I wasn't.
I'm sure you guys will work it out.
Say, if I give you money
will you pick me up some smoked fish while you're there?
Between you and me...
I may not come back this way again.
So...
Kathy, it was nice to come in here each day
and have you talk at me.
I think you mean talk with me.
That must be what I meant.
- There you go, honey. - Thank you.
Please, keep problem with Hank to yourself.
Gladys.
You are not gonna believe what she just told me.
Got you a chair.
Hey. Carson. What are you doing here?
It's... the only way
to keep in close contact with the department.
Outages are County wide.
Entire digital toolkit's offline.
It's like we've been thrown back to the stone age.
Or at least to 19th century Whitechapel.
Jack the Ripper! Yes!
- I'm obsessed with that case. - You and me both.
Okay, obvious question -
do you believe it was really Kosminski?
Well, we know it wasn't Saunders.
- Oh, yeah! Obviously. - Right?
I was talking to him first. Get your own friends.
Okay, everybody, settle down, listen up.
Cell tower was the same M.O. as the power substation.
High impact explosive.
We think it's related but we need more.
Bradley, what'd you find out from people in the vicinity?
Yeah. I got a witness.
Leonard Jensen, feed store manager.
"I was coming home from the flea market over at Appleton.
"I go real early on Sundays to get the gold.
"Like, one morning I bought a lamp shaped like a giraffe,"
"where you pull the tongue to turn it on."
Maybe just skip to the part about where he saw the person?
Yeah.
"I was coming over the hill as this woman was running away.
"I couldn't see her face but she was wearing a khaki jacket
"and dark red combat boots.
"Maybe Doc Martens?
"I got a pair of dark green ones myself.
"Picked 'em up at the flea market over at Appleton."
"Real early."
- Got the shoe right. - Alright, nice job.
There it is. There's the pattern.
First power, then communications.
So, what's the angle? What are they after?
What's the connection? Come on.
- Szczepkowski, what? - What?
No. Nothing.
I just... What if it's the bank?
There's usually a Sunday drop of money
that would be waiting for Monday pickup.
And the alarm system uses electric and wifi
so if both were knocked out it would be easier to rob
and I feel like I've been talking for so long.
Good thinking, Officer Szczepkowski!
Very good! Let's secure that bank right now!
Wait! Dad!
We have something much bigger to talk about.
Louise, this is not the time or place.
We need to find these people and get that cell tower running,
so I can get in touch with Nadia.
I'm talking about the fact
that there's no way for people to report a crime.
Right. Right.
Our people are vulnerable and isolated
and they need a way to communicate with us.
I got an idea, Chief.
Troop 27, this is exactly what we've been training for.
You've each been issued a walkie talkie.
You're our eyes and ears.
You will keep evenly spaced throughout town
and report suspicious activity and distress calls.
You will keep channels clear and report back to base.
You will succeed in your mission.
I can't hear you!
Ma'am, yes, ma'am!
Alright, I'm gonna take the front of the bank
with Officer Ray who will monitor the walkies.
Henry, Louise, I want you to take the back.
Bradley, Szczepkowski,
keep the streets and sidewalks
clear of rubber neckers and lookie-loos.
Okay. I don't know what those are.
Me neither, but I got your back.
Alright, everybody ready? Stay sharp, let's go.
You know banks are just private casinos for the ultra rich?
They gamble with your money and they profit
off their customers' naivety and confusion.
You'll never guess where I keep my money.
Go on.
- You're not going to guess? - No.
How are you walking so fast?
I cover 30% more ground with every step.
- Would you stop? - What?
Clearly there's a frost between us.
I think an apology is in order.
Yeah. Absolutely.
Whenever you're ready.
You're...
You seriously are waiting for me to apologise to you?
You talking about what Marci said in front of Dad
was a total breach of trust.
Really. If I can't trust my own sibling, who can I trust?
- Uh... - Shh!
I forgive you.
You know who I don't trust?
The banks!
That's why I keep my money in my suitcase.
Damn it! I wanted you to guess!
- Uh-oh. - What?
I just fell in love with you again.
That guy's outa line.
I don't like the way he's looking at us.
Should I manually correct his expression?
Not today. That'd be bad luck. Plus he's got sad eyes.
Baby, your soul makes my shoes fit funny.
Thank you, folks! Keep it moving.
Thanks, guys.
What's going on, officers?
It's just a precautionary measure, folks.
Thanks for your cooperation.
The traffic lights are out all over town, so drive carefully.
Thanks for keeping us safe, sir.
'Sir'. That felt nice.
- Yeah, he was really friendly. - Really friendly.
Smells a little musty in here.
You're being rude to our host.
This place is cute as hell. Reminds me of my grandma's.
Sorry for the intrusion and all,
but would you kindly direct us to your jewellery?
Ahh!
- Now we gotta look for it. - Practice your patience, babe.
We won't find it if you lose focus.
You know what could help me focus?
Later. When we're finished.
Start looking.
Nothing to report on this end.
All clear here.
My mum said her friend Kathy said.
Chief Hickman's girlfriend got mad and drove to Vancouver
and might never come back.
Uh...
Permission to give you a hug, sir...?
Permission denied.
Mayday! Mayday!
Bleeding woman approaching.
Appears to be between...
40 and 80 years old?
So it was a male and a female.
Their faces were covered, and one was wearing red boots.
And they had a tone I didn't appreciate.
They tore through my jewellery box like wild animals.
- What did they take? - A necklace.
Can you describe it?
It was long, circular, fastened at the back.
- Could you be more specific? - No.
I have a photo.
Now that Nadia's gone, it's gonna be me.
Very old, very alone with a very dead dog.
I heard that!
Your partner is very rude.
You don't have to tell me. He's my father.
Hmm. Where did you get this? Do you remember?
Pawn shop. They have all kinds of treasures there.
And cheap pieces
of worthless, gaudy costume jewellery, apparently.
Why would somebody take your terrible necklace
and not what I can only assume is your dead husband's Rolex?
Oh! Your partner's very rude too!
You don't have to tell me.
He's my son.
Everything okay between you and Henry?
Oh, you know. It's not a big deal.
I just found out this morning
he kept a secret from me our whole lives
that changes everything I thought I knew about my family.
Oh, okay, good, then. No big deal.
Yeah. Just never felt more betrayed in my whole life.
It's literally nothing. A piffle.
I'm sorry.
I should not be dragging you into family drama vortex.
I am absolutely down to enter the vortex.
You know, when I was a kid I had an imaginary friend.
His name was Caspian.
Mostly he hung around
while I built my Legos and model airplanes.
I used him as a sounding board for my sci-fi stories,
and he was someone who I could tell knock-knock jokes to.
His name was Caspian?
The point is, I had to make up a friend
because I was an only child.
My mum's long gone, my dad checks on me once a year
to see if any repairs need doing,
but I never had a meaningful conversation with him.
You and your Dad and Henry,
underneath everything have a real closeness.
I can tell.
You're still just trying to find your way back there.
I'd do anything to be in your shoes.
But where did you come up with the name Caspian?
Your faces say it all.
Here to buy a kit for your little rugrats?
Oh, yeah, we're looking for instruments
for each of our four beautiful children.
- We're starting a family band. - Oh.
Actually, only three of them are beautiful.
Caspian's eyes are too far apart.
Kids at school call him Hammerhead.
Cries himself to sleep every night.
Tears roll just past his ears.
We're yanking your chain, Lester.
I'm Lou Hickman. Big Hank's kid. And this is Detective Carson.
Louise! I haven't seen you in years!
Yeah. We're here about your stolen guitar.
Ah. Brand-new acoustic.
She just grabbed it and ran out to her partner outside.
Did you notice anything unusual about them?
Do you consider kissing unusual?
- They kissed you? - No, they kissed each other.
A friendly peck or something more?
It was like they were trying to merge into one.
Lou, it's Lily! Come in, Lou!
We have a report of a kidnapped baby!
I was working out in my garage,
when these creeps came in
and they swiped my baby right from her tank.
You keep your child in a tank?
What? No.
It's my snake.
Oh. Hmm.
Sh... She's my everything.
I know how you feel, sir.
I am also dealing with a heavy loss today.
- Oh, really? - Yeah.
- What? Death in the family? - No.
His girlfriend's mad at him and he wants to call her.
Oh.
Can I see a picture of your snake?
Sure.
This is her.
- She's beautiful. - Thank you.
She looks just like you.
Cheap jewellery, a guitar and a snake.
What the hell is going on here?
We have two suspects so far, male and a female.
A regular modern day Bonnie and Clyde
who seem to be really, really into each other.
Which must be so nice.
Dad.
Um...
None of the places they hit
are connected by any kind of alarm system.
So, all we have are three apparently unrelated thefts.
A snake, a guitar, and a worthless necklace.
So...
How are these three things connected?
What are these two after?
Okay, this is my favourite part, where one of my team
jumps up and says, "Hey, I got it!"
Let's forget about the board for a second.
Let's go back to the beginning of this whole thing.
What other reason would anyone have
to knock out power and cellular communications?
No cell service, no power. No tower, no signal.
No power, no battery charge.
No tracking!
What does that say to you?
Oh, yeah. Um...
You know, I think we're thinking the same thing
but you say your thing first.
- Ankle monitors. - Monitor, ankle monitors!
Yes. Same here. Great minds, right?
That's what I'm talking about! Ankle monitors. Of course!
So now we need to access the database
to find out who's on house arrest.
Lily, what do we have in the way of hard copies?
I only have hard copies of the fingerprint log,
the mugshot book
and also my own personal collection
of the crime scene photos greatest hits.
Oh.
House arrests all run through the County Sheriff's office.
Carson? Got a name for us?
Well, if I could sync up
to the centralised monitoring system
and cross-reference with our criminal database
I'd be able to pull up detailed profiles with...
For God's sake, forget about your stupid toys!
Look at me and focus.
The info is in there somewhere.
We're looking for a couple.
An inseparable duo with unmistakable attraction.
They aren't just partners in crime,
they're partners in love.
And they are...
There was a guy on house arrest from Deer Creek
who was cooking meth with his girlfriend!
Yes! I remember them!
Where is it? Where is it?
Here!
Amber Hodges.
Multiple arrests for possession, intent to distribute,
a couple of stints for assault, car jacking.
Lucas Miller.
Possession, couple of B & Es, nothing too heavy.
What's the end game?
The systems will be back online in a few hours.
Why go to all this trouble for a random crime spree?
Can't be random. There has to be a pattern.
Here's a good place to start - their last known address.
Royal Apartments in Deer Creek.
She's got skills, there's no question.
It's almost admirable.
You know, there are so many highly explosive ingredients
in common beauty products
that many states have considered banning hair salons
from performing both manicures and hair colourings
at the same site
to make them less attractive robbery targets
for would-be bombers.
You won't even banter?
That was banter?
You're not even talking!
And you never don't talk.
How could you keep me in the dark for 20 years?
I thought we told each other everything.
Do you have any idea how much it sucks
to find out that you kept that secret from me?
Well, we don't have to talk
if you're more comfortable in stony silence.
You think I hid Mum's affair from you
'cause it was such a joy
to hold onto that kind of information?
Then why wouldn't you tell me?
When I saw them together,
I bought myself a lifetime supply
of resentment for my own mother.
I hated her.
And I hated hating her.
And I knew if you knew what I knew,
you would hate her too.
And I didn't want you to hate her.
I felt it was my duty to protect you from that.
You were only eight.
You shouldn't have seen that.
I'm sorry you felt like you had to carry it all on your own.
But given the choice, I would've wanted to know the truth.
Trust me, I hated her plenty anyway.
You knew the truth and you got to deal with it then.
But now I have to deal with it all over again.
Probably have to go back to therapy.
Again, you were there for one afternoon.
I apologise.
I forgive you.
Also...
I never told you this, but...
that one time after family dinner
when I had to go back and get my jacket,
when I walked in,
I saw Dad having sex with Nadia.
He was naked and she was not.
Ohh!
You could've kept that one to yourself forever.
Gaw!
Hey. Look at this.
She's due in court tomorrow for sentencing.
Ma'am, could you put the weapon down?
We'd like to ask you a few questions.
Maybe we let me question the small child.
Hi, sweetheart,
do you know the people who live in that apartment?
Amber and Lucas. They're my friends.
That's nice. Do you remember the last time you saw them?
Amber came over this morning
and said it was super-duper important
to borrow something from me to wear.
So I borrowed her my cat ears headband.
She wanted to borrow something from you?
Those are the words she used?
Thank you.
The necklace was old,
the guitar is new...
The cat ears are borrowed...
That snake was blue.
We need to check out all churches in the area.
Dear beloved, we are gathered here today
to join Amber and Lucas in holy matrimony.
- Wait for it... - Wait for what?
The exchange of vows. I'm not a monster.
Takes me back to my wedding day with Dennis.
Me fussing with his tuxedo, him fussing with mine.
We weren't criminal perpetrators but we were in love.
That's beautiful, Sarika.
And I vow to be your partner in crime
to protect you, to love you,
and to always pay your bail money.
Amber, just like this ring,
you've got me wrapped around your finger.
And just like this snake, I want you wrapped around my body.
And I now pronounce you man and wife.
You may now kiss your...
Conjugal visits.
What?
Amber is facing long-term jail time tomorrow.
The state of Washington doesn't allow conjugal visits
unless the prisoner is married.
Ah, good catch.
Okay, go! Go, go, go!
- Go! - Okay!
- Congratulations. - Aw, thanks, honey.
- Hey, come on. - Alright, alright.
Oh, my God.
Kids.
Learn from me.
Whether by nature or nurture or just plain old dumb luck,
we all sing versions of the same sad song.
Do yourselves a favour. Pick a different tune.
Do you understand what he's saying?
No.
I'm saying that I'm an idiot
and I may have blown it with the woman that I love.
But it's not genetic. It's reversible.
It's all reversible. Being a dumbass is reversible.
Being a romantic coward is reversible.
Being afraid to take a leap of faith
with the person that you love
that's reversible at any time.
As long as that time is right now.
- I'll... - See you later.
You have a curl falling onto your forehead
which means you've been too preoccupied to fix it.
You've got something on your mind?
I'm here to apply for the position
of the second most important person in your life.
Hi.
- You seem out of breath. - Yeah.
And I drove here, so that's weird.
Okay. I'm just gonna come out and say it.
Uh...
I think you and I...
Well, we have...
Hey, babe, your food's getting...
Oh. Hi! Lou, right?
Right.
Gina? Is that...?
Wow! You look different.
Did you do something to your... teeth?
- What? - I don't know.
Just looks like a different... shade or something.
What are you guys having?
Oh, since the power's out,
we're just using the rest of the milk and eggs
before they go bad, so...
- I'm making some pancakes. - Pancakes?
Pancakes! Great! Mmm.
Mmm.
I thought that you guys had...
We were. I mean we still are, technically. We're just...
- We're making a fresh start. - Right.
- Take two! - Whoa!
Ah! That's a wrap! Not for you guys, though.
- Yeah. - Um...
I just came here to tell... Detective Carson
that everything's gonna be up and running soon
and all your fancy devices will work again.
So...
Thank you coming over to my house just to tell me that.
And thank you...
for stopping by.
You're... thanking yourself?
Yes, I am.
Yeah. Gotta be your own number-one supporter.
- Oh! - Ah!
I did that.
So, thank you, Louise.
And... you're welcome, Louise.
I bid you... a good night.
Goodbye.
Bye.
Hey Lily, can you notify traffic control
there's a vehicle with Washington vanity plates GINA92
parked recklessly close to a fire hydrant at 15 Maple Street.
They probably want to send someone to issue a ticket.
I was not sure you would figure out where I was.
Well, it took me a while, I'll admit.
In my defence,
somebody blew up a cell tower and a power station
and then I heard this weird rumour
about you heading to Vancouver to visit a cousin?
Then why did you not go to Vancouver?
Any news that travels that fast has to be Kathy-coloured gossip.
And I reckon that you whispered something in her ear,
throw me off the scent.
And...
I decoded your little note.
"You won't stop me this time."
"This time".
Hmm?
This diner? Twede's Cafe.
This is where you were heading when we first met.
I pulled you over for speeding.
Your last stop on the tour of your favourite American TV spots.
How great is this, anyway?
I mean, not exactly as weird as I'd thought it would be.
But, uh...
kind of weird how not weird it is.
Why did you bother coming?
Did you finish family conversation?
Hickman family business is your business.
Because you are my family.
At least I want that to be the case, permanently.
And, boy, that sounded threatening. Um...
What I mean is I want to ask you this question.
Not a question, um...
It's like a proposal.
Well, actually it is a proposal.
Nadia, I'm proposing.
Nadia, will you marry me?
I say yes.
Yes?
Let's go home.
Wait, wait, wait.
There we go.
What's the matter with you? You don't look so hot.
Man trouble?
I'm fine.
Making me remove my ring on my wedding day.
That's cruel.
Sorry. Rules.
That's okay.
I won't be down today.
I did what I did because I dreamed of being
the first woman in my family to have a real wedding.
And to be eligible for conjugal visits.
Amen to that.
I better get my necklace back too.
Took forever to track it down.
It belonged to my grandma before she pawned it.
Her boyfriend gave it to her the day he disappeared.
Pretty fancy taste for a bus driver.
Your grandmother's boyfriend was a bus driver who disappeared?
Yeah.
Weird move to give someone an inscribed necklace
then ghost them the same day.
Grandma Jean even reported it to the cops.
But they treated her like a rambling drunk.
Not that I really blame them.
Mum always said
that Grandma Jean could never hold her liquor.
Or accept when she'd been dumped.
Are those the married couple's personal effects?
Yeah, why?
Sam, do you remember that old police report you found?
The one where the lady reported her boyfriend missing
and the police didn't believe her?
Yeah. That bus driver. Valentine's Day, 1987.
The day he gave her this necklace.