And The Turkish Tornado! Make it a hat trick. Shooting!
Oh, nice save!
Turkish Tornado. That's... I like that.
- Hold on a second. - What's going on? You all right?
No, I thought it was Sandy.
It's this gymnast that broke her leg that we brought in. She keeps emailing me.
They like a man in uniform.
OK, this is her.
She sent that to you on purpose?
Yeah. You know what this is? It's 'eau de commitment", OK.
I have the stink of un-attainability on me and these
women are just coming out of the woodwork.
You're a free man. I thought Sandy left things kinda open?
Well, actually, I told Sandy that I would be here when she gets back.
So I would like to be the kind of guy that sticks to his word.
Yeah, we all would, man. I mean, but are you?
Yeah, I guess I'm taking advice now from the king of self-imposed solitude?
All right. Fair enough.
- You can, uh... - Hey, guys!
- Elyse. - Hey.
Toby, this is Elyse. I trained her last year.
- Really nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.
I didn't know you guys have a team. Do you mind?
- You wanna play, yeah sure? - Yeah, thanks.
- What are you doing here? - Rider said I should come in and set up my locker.
- Thank you for leaving OZ without a partner. - Yeah, you got my old job.
- Good for you. - I did. I'm totally stoked.
Wow.
- Congratulations. - How are you? Huh?
How's, uh... how's Sandy?
Sandy.
Sandy is in Africa.
- Yes. - She's in Africa?
- Yeah. - No way! That's amazing.
Yes. Mrs. Africa.
So, uh... you wanna play?
Uh.
Go ahead. Could be fun.
You know, actually, we should get back to work.
Yeah. That's enough kidding around for one day, guys. OK.
- Really? - Yeah. I mean, you know it's a... it's a...
So we gotta get back to work, guys. C'mon! Time. People to save.
(Telephone ringing)
Hello.
Mom?
Blaire?
Mom. Hi.
- Hi. I'm sorry. Did I wake you? - No. No.
It, uh... I'm just... I'm just surprised, that's all.
How are you? Is everything OK?
Well, actually, I was wondering if I could come home.
Like tonight.
Yes. Of course you can come home, honey.
Where are you?
I'm... I'm at a bus stop.
I don't know when the next bus is coming.
I want you to stay where you are, OK?
I want to come and pick you up, OK?
So just... I want you to tell me where.
Blaire?
Hi. Sorry. Sorry. No, I'm here.
I'm at the community centre at Steeles and Mississauga.
OK. Listen. I'm gonna be there in 20 minutes.
I want you to stay put. I want you to go inside.
OK, honey? I'm on my way.
Really?
Thanks, Mom.
Hey, Mom. I love you.
Blaire?
BLAIRE?
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She said that she wanted to come home.
And I told her I would come and get her.
I told her to stay put. I get there and she's gone.
She's just vanished. And I know exactly where she is.
The police know exactly where--
- So, uh, got your message. What's going on?
Hope you got some sleep. That would make one of us.
The Crown Attorney wants
our unit to take over a Metro investigation.
Very high profile. Top priority. Starting now.
Welcome to Special Assignments.
Three girls have gone missing
from the same bus stop in the last three weeks.
They were last heard from between 8 and 10pm.
From a phone booth. No other evidence. No known witnesses.
Same age. Same time. Same place.
This is normally a case for the Sex Crimes Unit,
- but they messed up. - Metro was overzealous
in their hunt for the first two missing women.
They target a local organization called The Heart of Artemis.
Oh, Artemis. Yeah, the cult. I know them.
- Please, don't use the "C" word. - New religious organizations.
Like a church, or a mosque, or the local scapegoat.
Local police were convinced that the first two victims,
who are not members of Artemis, were being held inside.
Uh, yeah. Artemis sued for police harassment.
The latest victim, Blaire Donleavy, now, she is a member.
So if the predator is from Artemis,
why would he abduct somebody from where he lives?
Well, we have to assume that these women were
at the wrong place at the right time.
But, as it stands right now,
our predator has a six-hour head-start on us.
I need you two to talk to Blaire's mother and then
focus on viable suspects.
Dev's already at the scene talking to potential witnesses.
Something was wrong.
I could feel it.
A mother can sense these things. It's like a sixth sense.
And you're sure Blaire was by herself?
She didn't mention anyone or any problems?
No! She wanted to come home.
Don't you understand? She wanted out of that cult.
For two years she wouldn't even speak to me.
Were the two of you close when she joined Artemis?
Are you asking me how I could have let her
get mixed up with those people?
My daughter and I had our problems. Of course we did.
But loving each other was never one of them.
- We're not judging anyone, Mary. - Well, maybe you should.
And maybe you should start with that guru, Mitch Deerfoot.
He's got a past.
And I'm convinced he's got all of those girls in there.
- Have you met him before? - Are you kidding me?
The families are completely banned.
He convinces these kids that everything outside is toxic.
Including their mothers. I am begging you. Please...
You have got to get my daughter out of there.
Mitch Deerfoot. Ex-philosophy professor and founder of The Heart of Artemis.
He was charged 10 years ago for allegedly slipping a college girl a roofie.
It was dismissed for lack of evidence. The local community's been
trying to get them outta there ever since. He set it up about five years back.
- Is there anyone else in the local sex offender registry? - Yeah. I definitely got a fit.
This guy. P.J. Martin. Convicted serial rapist.
He used to stalk women and rape them at knifepoint.
He lives near Artemis and he also works from home.
OK, well, Toby and I will go talk to Deerfoot and Martin.
OK, canvasses are up. Public warnings are out.
I'll recheck with the bus drivers and all the women's known associates.
You might wanna leave your cell phone in the car when you get to Artemis.
They believe that all modern technology is unclean.
[Crowd]: Go home! Cult go home!
Hey, don't forget your phone.
- [Crowd]: Cult go home! - Excuse me.
- Excuse me, please. Excuse me. - Let her through.
IIB. We're here to see Mr. Deerfoot.
- You've got an aura. - Excuse me?
It's nice.
Artemis is a sanctuary.
We're about returning to a more natural,
humane way of life.
We value purity of heart, mind, of spirit...
which we believe to be eternal.
So we take care of ourselves
by living modestly, cleansing constantly.
We take vows of chastity and of abstinence.
We don't want anything to do with a toxic modern world.
And so visitors, the outside world, are what?
- They're contaminants? - Distractions.
We do work on neighbouring farms for food.
May I offer you anything? Tea?
- No. - No thanks.
You're afraid what's in it?
(Chuckles) You're sure you wouldn't like
your legal team present, Mr. Deerfoot?
I've never broken the law.
I did break a very vindictive woman's heart 10 years ago.
It seems I'm still paying for it.
So sexual assault isn't serious to you?
This conversation is about finding our beloved Blaire.
You know she planned on leaving Artemis last night to go home?
I wished her well.
Then I went to bed.
You had no problem with Blaire leaving?
No. We're all free to go.
We don't kidnap new members.
We aren't holding the missing outsiders.
Your neighbours feel differently.
We gathered that when they tried to burn the place down.
Twice.
Nina? Nina and Ben. They worked with Blaire.
- They'll tell you about the outsiders. - We've all been harassed.
Sworn at.
But lately there's a man in a car. He takes pictures of us.
Especially the women.
He watches them.
[Nina]:He follows us everywhere we go.
- Have you reported this to the police? - Uh, yeah. Nothing happened.
We just assumed he was one of yours. You know, sent to spy, satisfy the prejudiced.
Who, if they would just take the time to know us, they would understand that we're pacifists.
We loathe violence. In any form.
Well, that guy gives me the creeps.
He's sincere. Ben, Nina, all the others.
No one contradicts anything he said.
Devoted followers make great alibis.
I mean this stalker they were talking about seems pretty convenient.
- No, he's real. They've all seen him. - I'll get Dev to check into it.
Remind me about this next guy, the... the rapist.
Right. P.J. Martin.
He's convicted of three sexual assaults at knifepoint.
He got out of jail a few months ago. Lives alone, nearby.
Well, sexual assault often goes unreported.
- These three girls could just be the beginning. - Oh, boy.
- Imagine how many phone calls you missed? - [Crowd]: Cult go home!
Can you let us out?
(Twigs snapping)
Help me! Help me! Please help me!
(Gasping) Please help me! Please help me!
(Ambulance siren)
So, apparently she tried to refuse treatment.
She told the cops she wanted to be taken back to Artemis.
- Did someone call her mother? - Yeah, she refused that too.
Right now we need to talk to Blaire. She's our only chance
- of getting these girls back. - One problem: that's not Blaire.
Let me find out who this girl is.
Um, it was just after nine.
Last night?
No. This morning.
Near McKay farm. I walk their horses.
It's my daily offering to Artemis.
- You were there alone? - Yeah.
Um... I was late for morning reflections. So I was running.
He must have hit me in the head.
Knocked me out and...
Ugh. I woke up in this gross sack in the back of some truck.
You know... I had no idea where I was.
Did you get a look at him, or did he say anything to you?
Fawn, we think that he did this
to someone else from Artemis: Blaire Donleavy.
No. Blaire went home to her mom's.
She went to her mom's, right?
Blaire went missing waiting for her mom to come pick her up.
What?
OK, what's the last thing that you can remember?
Um... Uh...
Some man's shadow.
I don't know.
No! How many times? How many times do I have to tell you?
You're sure he didn't say anything?
What about the truck?
It was a brown pickup.
And it... it stank. Like vinegar.
And...
Look, I don't know where I was. I just ran.
OK.
Tell me you saw more about this truck.
No. I saw a man beating her up.
But the injuries don't match what I saw.
Daytime abduction nowhere near the bus stop doesn't fit our M.O.
(Beep) Dev has a lead on the truck.
- Guess who owns one? P.J. Martin. - Our serial rapist.
No engine.
My nephew's never-ending project.
Thinks this piece of junk is a classic.
I use the grey car in the driveway. You can check that out too.
Where were you at 9am this morning?
I'm counsellor at a halfway house in Parkdale.
Fellow sex offenders.
I signed in at 6am.
- And last night between eight and midnight? - My son's birthday.
It was at his mother's.
Do you recognize either of these women?
Yeah, they look like cult girls.
Used to run a roadside fruit stand till the locals shut them down.
Great apples.
So two more. So fast.
He's escalating.
I see you've been following the cases closely.
I have no choice. Cops come by every time a teenager misses her curfew.
Look, I know my criminal profile
is close to your predator's M.O. But... I spent 13 years
in maximum security. Rehab. Therapy.
I kinda resent having my life defined by it.
So do the women you raped.
We'll check out your alibis.
Let you know if we have any further questions.
He's absolutely counting on that.
He's good. He's smart. I'll bet he's never been caught.
I sent Toby back to Fawn.
He's OK on his own. He's very disarming.
So, Toby said that he saw the rapist
watching Blaire and Fawn, but nothing else.
Could he be the Artemis stalker? The guy with the camera.
All of his alibis check out.
So that leaves us with...
Deerfoot...
Or persons unknown.
So maybe there was one sexual predator
after the first two girls
and someone else after the Artemis girls.
Two predators working the same area.
A copycat.
Hey. So, forensics is back on Fawn's stuff.
There's no DNA. But trace soil on the rope
used to tie her hands is unique. It's some kind of clay that's found in ponds up there.
All right. Send a K-9 unit and a ground search crew.
Let's check every pond within a 15km radius
of that bus stop. I'll handle the media.
OK.
"Mothering Earth abides our missteps.
"We're still human, after all.
"The opposite of pure isn't poison;
it's giving up on ever feeling clean again."
- Hey, did you find Blaire? - No. Not yet.
Just, uh, just coming to see how you're doing.
You're a bad liar, man.
- It's Toby, right? - Yeah.
- This is my friend Ben. - Hey, Ben.
- You jealous much? - As if.
Get lost.
No concussion. That's really good.
How'd you get away with that?
- They made some allowances for me. - That's pretty rare.
You're a faker.
- I know what you're thinking. - You do?
Yeah. You're thinking what's a nice girl like me doing in a cult like Artemis.
Sure. That's crossed my mind.
You don't know what it's like, do you?
To feel safe. Like you belong.
To be loved.
No one would ever hurt me in Artemis.
You say that like you know who would.
- No. I didn't mean it that way. - Are you sure?
'Cause I get the feeling that this isn't the first time someone's tried to hurt you.
I'm sorry.
I'm really, really tired.
Hey. Hey, Ben.
You're telling me you wouldn't wear a bullet proof vest if it had realistic pecks and abs?
- No. - You'd look like He-Man! - You are so weird. Hey, Toby.
Hey, what's going on? You all right?
Elyse, would you grab us a few slices of pizza? One each.
- I don't need a slice. - Well, I'll eat two. - I'll get take-out.
What's going on, man? You look a little rough around the edges. You working a case?
Sexual predators. Missing girls.
Cults. - Oh, wait. Is this that place that's been on the news?
- Artemis. - Artemis. You deal with that?
Yeah, I'm a... you know, working the Artemis case.
You know, everyone in Artemis
they have this beautiful way of looking at you.
This light and warmth and
everything. It's... it's kinda cool.
And this one girl, Fawn, she's a victim.
And I'm trying to get through to her.
I know there's something else there. I can feel it.
I'm trying to read her, get things from her...
I don't know, I can't. I'm just...
- Where did these come from? - The corner store. They also sell sandwiches and salads.
Whoa! Ciabatta bun. Toby!
No.
I'll be up front.
- That's a sweet girl. - Yeah, she is.
Did you, uh... Does Sandy know about this sweet girl?
Sandy's busy saving the world.
She doesn't have time for long conversations like that.
Or even to return phone calls really.
(Phone ringing)
- Always helpful. Thank you. - Michelle, what's going on?
We just found Janet and Lindsay. Yeah. We need you back at IIB.
Our serial predator is now a serial killer.
Obviously my heart, uh...
Goes out to the members of the families of those girls.
But... it's absolutely tragic... but there's been no arrest made.
And IIB has not given us any word. There are now two--
I don't mean to be the downer here, but the chances of finding
- Blaire alive are now less than 10%. - The first two were killed
within 72 hours of their abductions. Thanks.
- Ritual killings? - After feeding them some type
of fluid that accelerates clinical dehydration. Some form of vinegar
that Fawn smelled in the pickup. Toxicology's working on exactly what that is.
Medieval Europeans took vinegar medicinally
to flush the system. Could it be ritual purgation?
So maybe it's not sexual.
Maybe it is.
What if he's blaming these girls for exciting him?
- Well, that would dial us back to Artemis, wouldn't it? - Yeah, who've just
formally refused to give us their membership list.
What if it's a family member, an ex-member, or, you know,
someone with a bone to pick?
Or that stalker they were talking about.
I think Fawn knows who he is.
Talk to her.
OK, listen. It's going to be OK. All right?
OK? Our thoughts are with Blaire.
Oh, no. Oh, no.
She's... Blaire says she's dead.
Fawn.
Can I talk to her a minute, please? Do you mind if I just...
- Yeah. - Thank you.
Fawn?
Hey, Fawn.
Fawn, we think she might still be alive.
We don't know for how long. Look,
I know what it's like to know things.
Terrible things. Things that you think you can't tell anyone.
Not like this.
Yeah. You know what he's capable of.
The people he doesn't fool, he hurts.
They're scared just like you. Look, I promise.
You help us find him, he will never hurt anyone again.
Ugh!
Ask my father.
He'll know.
Thank you.
Why the hell didn't you bring her home?
We're Fawn's parents, for Pete's sake.
- Is she all right? Where is she now? - She's fine.
She went back to Artemis after she was released.
Released?
She's a prisoner of a cult. What are you thinking?
She says she feels safe at Artemis.
I take it you two feel otherwise?
[Mother]:This is it. You've done it now.
Don't you know what goes on in that place?
The kind of perverts and cons? The sort of crap they believe?
Well, you must be desperate to get her out of there.
I imagine you've tried everything. Anything.
Son, all we can do now is pray.
OK. We never got a clear shot of this guy
on the surveillance tape, but we did get a license plate.
He drives a rental car, and it's registered to...
this guy.
Whoa! Hey, yup. That's our guy.
This guy gave a photo to Jim. He's our stalker.
Ok. He goes by the name of Donald Ramsay.
He's a cult deprogrammer.
He specializes in involuntary extraction and forcible confinement.
"Mental cleansing for the post-cult mind."
- Sounds like a good cover. - Yeah. Let's go deeper.
OK. According to his credit cards he's been
at a motel on the Lakeshore since just before our first girl was abducted.
Well, this is our first hot lead for Blaire. Let's go.
IIB. May we come in?
(Sniffing)
What's that smell?
Clean. I need things clean.
- I have allergies. - Mr. Ramsay, do you
extract people from new religious organizations?
- Try to deprogram them somehow? - You mean cults?
Bet if your sister or daughter or husband was in one,
- you'd call 'em what they are. - Nice-looking girl.
It's my daughter. She's dead.
- Cult. - I'm sorry for your loss.
Are you? Don't touch that, please.
What is it that you do exactly, Mr. Ramsay?
I spare families from suffering as I have.
Oh, and we're supposed to believe that that stops short
at kidnapping?
(Camera shutter)
(Gasping)
- OK. We're gonna need to know your whereabouts-- - That's enough. Get out. Now.
Don't come back unless you have a warrant.
You got it.
The suspect threw my guys out. I can't get more without a search--
Oh, for crying...
No warrant. There's no law against taking pictures, evidently, and no hard evidence
connecting Ramsay to the murders or Fawn's abduction. It's all circumstantial.
So we're protecting the rights of professional kidnapper
whose clients believe the right to worship are subject to their personal opinion. That's great.
Well, let's get him on that. Let's get him for conspiring to abduct Fawn Georges.
And then once he's in here we'll drill him for Blaire.
Well, Fawn never saw her attacker, and her father isn't
gonna admit that he paid someone to abduct his own daughter. - Let's try the mother.
OK.
Jim says a wife can't testify against her husband.
In some cases.
You'd be making a statement in your own defence.
Mrs. Georges, this is Ms. Donleavy.
- Hi, Carol. - Hi.
I'm Mary. I'm very happy to hear that Fawn is OK.
Thank you.
I understand that she and Blaire are very good friends.
Yes, they are.
I need your help.
Carol Georges' sworn statement that Don Ramsay was paid
to abduct Fawn. Let's get those warrants.
Yes.
Present for you.
Oh, nice of you to pack all this up for us, Mr. Ramsay. It's all evidence.
[Michelle]: Blaire's about the same age
as your daughter was when she died, right?
Does she remind you of her, Don?
[Don]:I take pictures of all the girls to show their parents where they are.
[Michelle]:So you're not stalking these girls?
Targeting them to prove to them how lucky they are to be alive?
Like Blaire. And Fawn.
I never touched Fawn. Never had the chance.
- [Michelle]: Let's start back at the beginning, then. - Thank you.
Toby, anything?
No. I'm not getting him with any of our girls.
This guy likes zip ties, not rope.
He's our stalker, not our killer.
What about Fawn?
I'm getting he never had a chance to get to her.
(Knocking)
Toxicology came back on the dead woman's stomach contents.
Cider vinegar. Don here uses household vinegar.
- He cleans everything with it. - Allergies.
- Hey, ask him about the truck. - I did. Earlier.
You asked where it was. If he never drove it,
he wouldn't know where it is.
The stalker and the killer work the same turf.
- Maybe they crossed paths. - OK.
It was a beater. It was covered in crap, so I figured it was a farm vehicle.
It was cruising the bus stop, I don't know, maybe cruising girls.
I don't know. I never saw the driver because it was always dark.
It didn't have any plates, and that's it. That's all I know.
- Cult go home! - Give us our children back!
You're not wanted here!
Brown pickup?
No. Not that I can think of. Of course, we don't drive.
- We need to question everyone. - They're all suspects? Again.
This truck is linked to all of the abductions.
Now, look.
Your people. They work the farms.
Someone might have seen where this guy is hiding the truck.
We need a list of every member. Background checks will clear all of them.
We've been through all this.
This is an invasion of their right to privacy.
No. This is about more than privacy, Mr. Deerfoot. This is about Blaire's life.
Don't forget that.
We need the public's help to find a brown pickup truck.
It's in the media release. That's my statement.
I added our coroner's results to a similar M.O. search and got a match to a series of killings
- in Vancouver. - Four sex trade workers
abducted, force-fed vinegar, strangled to death, dumped,
- no arrests. - Yeah.
With over 20 forensic elements that match with our guy.
The last body was found six months ago.
Get me RCMP Regional Command of Vancouver.
All right. I feel your fear. And I do. I know your concerns.
But you saw how these officers cared for Fawn.
They need every one of us now. For Blaire.
OK? So what I want you to do is just open your hearts
and share what light you can. Because she would do it for you.
Believe me.
OK.
So, we're looking for an old, beat-up pickup truck.
Brown. You might have seen it on one of the farms around here?
No more bodies found
in Vancouver for the last six months. That's confirmed.
No suspects.
Check that Artemis list for newcomers.
I just got a hit from the DMV.
A traffic camera in Mississauga caught a plateless brown pickup running a red light.
- The driver's nice and clear. - I love you.
Um... Artemis.
There's three new members in the past six months.
Two of them have checked out OK, but this last guy,
- it's like he doesn't exist at all. - Klein. Hold a minute, please.
- Where's Michelle? - She's already at Artemis.
Nice. Circulate the picture.
No.
Bring in the next group.
It's OK. Thank you.
This is the next group.
- You OK? - Yeah.
- Those beautiful children! - Excuse me. Outta my way!
- We don't want you! - Go away! Leave us!
Cops said to give it to Sergeant McCluskey.
It's for you.
It's from Klein.
- Yeah. - It's still so beautiful.
- We need to see Ben right now. - Ben?
Ben left. He said that Fawn was already overexposed to outsiders.
Oh, I love it here.
Ben? But, no! Ben! Ben!
I don't know. We, uh, we can't find either one of them.
There's this place I heard Ben
and Fawn talking about in the hospital.
Yeah? - It's dusty. It's made of wood. Maybe a building?
- What? Is it a shed? A barn? - A barn! It's a barn.
It's got machinery in it. Gears. Where is this? Do you know?
- Yeah. The Robson's barn. - That's where they are.
It was a converted mill or something.
Dev, we need a unit to every barn within a 10K radius.
We're heading to the Robson barn.
This is the place.
(Crash!)
Michelle?
He's gotta be close.
Shed.
(Board creaking)
- Can you help? - Yeah.
Here it is.
Dev, we found a tunnel.
Send backup ASAP. We're going in. Track us.
All right. Call me back. What do we got?
Well, the coordinates line up with tunnels used by the underground railroad.
They were used to smuggle slaves from the States
and later used by bootleggers during prohibition.
The problem is that they were never mapped properly, so I'm getting confused
between the tunnels themselves and the city storm drains.
OK. But he had a way to get those bodies to that pond.
So let's track the stream. Maybe there's a drain that intersects.
(Computer beeping)
Yeah.
OK, look. There's an exit point at a creek just upstream.
That's it. Let's get everything we have over there. Lock it down.
- Toby! - Blaire?
Blaire. Hey.
Blaire. Blaire. Hey.
Hey. Blaire.
She's got a pulse.
She's breathing barely. She's alive, but...
we gotta get her outta her.
Got her?
All right. The tunnels are clear. The heat sensor showed up nothing.
Continue the ground search. He's gotta be out there somewhere.
(Siren)
(Clanking metal)
You were the one. You saw our desire.
(Fawn sighs)
I need to make her pure.
To set her free.
She had all this... flesh.
The others were sent to test me.
Fawn tests me more.
It's not a test, Ben.
What you feel, what you see when you look at her, that's love.
And that's beautiful. That's pure.
You have the light. I see it.
She has it too.
All I ever wanted was to protect her.
- Keep her safe. - You have.
No, I failed.
I know what it's like
to be consumed by your thoughts.
It's the only thing you have on your mind.
It's lonely. I know.
You gotta let me help you.
I need to make her pure.
Hey. Hey. Hey. No. No. No. No. No.
Ben! I know you see the light in me.
I'm with you. I can help you.
I can help her be free.
You gotta trust me.
Trust me.
Let me do what's right.
I can help you end this.
(Crying)
(Kissing)
(Fawn trembling)
Thank you.
It's going be OK, Fawn. Fawn?
(Austere choral music)
(Singing)
(He clears his throat)
- You came. I'm glad. - How are you?
- Good. I'm well. - Good. How's Blaire doing?
- Well, she's recovering. - Good.
I can see that you relaxed the policy on family members.
Yeah. Yeah, before all this, you know, we welcomed everyone,
anyone, to Artemis. Then we... we locked ourselves away.
Made us blind to certain
realities we needed to address. So... change is growth, huh?
- Good luck. - OK. Be well, Toby.
- Thank you. - OK. I'll talk to him.
I want to talk to you about something. Thank you for looking after my daughter.
- How's your mother? - Pretty great, considering.
She filed for divorce and she's not giving me grief
about being with them.
She's got her own transcendence to work on now. Thanks to you.
That's good.
Don't worry. You can take it with you.
It's harder to find outside, but it's there.
You just have to look for it in others...
to see it in yourself.
(Magical shimmering)
(Dramatic music)
- For food I got skills. - Oh, hi.
- Hey. - Hey, man. I totally knocked.
- Um, I made him use his key. - You don't got food at your house?
No, we're just having a little cooking lesson here. She's teaching me how to make
a real meal. Takes like 10 minutes and it's fantastic.
- She's got a real touch. - That's nice.
It's not just condiments and delivery numbers.
- That's nice. - Would you like to join us?
- No, I'm... I'm beat. - Please! It'll be fun.
You and I can build a dining room table out
- of all of his take out boxes. - OK. All right. I'm recycling those in the morning.
Next time.
- Next time. - Thank you. - Don't dawdle.
- OK. - Like a duck.
It's just a friendly dinner.
I'm trying to, you know, expand my horizons, so she's making me
- a meal. - You like her.
I just... It'd be fun to... What's going on with the, uh...
The girl in the cult?
- She's good. - Are you good?
- I'm good. - You don't need to talk about anything? I can go?
- No. I'm good. - Cool. I should get back. - Leftovers, eh? Bring 'em back.
Yeah, I will bring them back tomorrow morning.
- Be safe. - You're a pal, huh?
Don't worry. I got the door.
(Magical shimmering)
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