- I think we should get Grandpa a tracker. - I don't know how much longer he's gonna be able to do things on his own, Ross. - But I didn't mean like a leash, Mom, I just meant like an app. - Your biopsy shows that you have a solitary spinal plasmacytoma, a low tumour in the lumbar spine. You'll need to start a regular course of radiation as soon as possible. - Will I be able to work? - LIAM: I'm sorry it took so many months. I was pretty messed up for a while. I'm in a good place right now, and I miss you. - Who is it? - It's Jenny. (SOFT LO-FI MUSIC) - SINGS: 'Ain't no place like home. 'Ain't no feeling like love. 'Ain't no team like mine. 'Ain't nobody like us. 'Ain't nobody but you 'knows anything about us.' (CRASH, MAN GRUNTS) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (GUNSHOT, MAN GRUNTS) Oh my God. (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (GUNSHOT) (PANTS) (KEYS JINGLE) (PANTS) www.able.co.nz Copyright Able 2021 - DR CHENG: You'll need to start a regular course of radiation as soon as possible. - DONOVAN: What does this mean? - Fatigue, nausea. But you're free to work if you feel up to it. We don't know how you'll react to the radiation. You might need someone to take care of you. (CELL PHONE RINGS) - McAvoy. Yeah, I'll be right there. (EXHALES HEAVILY) - Oh, sorry. - No, all good. - What's goin' on? You're takin' off someplace? - Yeah. Uh... I am, uh... going to see Liam. - Big step. Going to see Liam. - Yeah, you know, I'm just, um... gonna stay open. I'm just gonna see... I'm just gonna see. - Good. Liam is a good man. Love isn't just always enough. - Gonna feel my feelings, then we're just gonna take it from there. What's your plans for today? - Got a big day today. I'm planning on catching a glimpse of my bird. My actual dream bird. If I'm just patient, I'm sure she'll come. (CELL PHONE RINGS) - Have a good time, love. - I will. Jenny Cooper. Yeah. OK. Where? (MYSTERIOUS MUSIC) (SIREN WAILS) (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - MAN: That's the second door that goes in. (OVERLAPPING CHATTER) - MALIK: OK, OK, hold on. One at a time. OK, so, you found him when you started your rounds? - Yeah. I did my walk-around, and he was just there. - Did you recognise him? - No. Probably one of the new guys. You have to ask my supervisor. - Why don't I just take you guys over there, and I'll take your statements. - All right. (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - Jenny: Hey. - Hey. - Nice shirt. - We like to keep it vibrant around here. - So, our decedent is a security guard? - Yeah. Found him this morning. - MAN: What the hell happened here? - Who are you? - I'm the building owner. I'm sorry about this unfortunate incident. - Little more than an incident when your employee dies. - Have your security guards been experiencing any problems lately? - Oh, since we started gutting the place, we've had materials stolen. Last month, we had 10 generators stolen and now, another five last night. It's chronic, and it's costing me. - So, you think your security guard could've been killed trying to stop a robbery? - Can we keep this as quiet as possible? I'm trying to pre-sell in the low two millions here. Not to be callous, of course. - No. No, no. Course not. - So, what time did you show up this morning? - Oh, the usual time ` 7, 7.45. (TENSE MUSIC) - Huh. Eggs? (WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY) (SOFT MUSIC) (GRUNTS) Hmm. - Hey. - Hey. - Did you find anything? - Just this. - Mr Lester Benton. - Yeah, he was shot twice in the chest at close range. - We found the shell casings down below. - Somebody's breakfast? - Ah, could be something. Could be nothing. (LOUD BANG) - (BREATHES SHAKILY) If we get separated, go home. (HUFFS) - MAN ON VOICEMAIL: If I'm the one you're looking for, leave a message or text me. Peace. - Daddy, are you OK? I ran and got locked out, and I couldn't get back in, so I came home. Call me. Please. It's Rubee. - Hey. - MALIK: Yo. I hate death notifications. You know, I never get used to 'em. - Nobody does. Trust me. - Nah, nah, it just, uh... - What? - It reminds me of when the police showed up at my house to tell my mom my dad died. Hit and run. You know, never forget it ` the doorbell, the way my mom went to the door. Anyways, it never stops affecting you emotionally, you know? - I'll take lead on this, all right? - No, no. I'm good, Mac. On the job, man. - Hello, sir. I'm Detective Abed. Are you related to Mr Lester Benton? - I am Lester Benton. (INTRIGUING MUSIC) - JENNY: Hmm. - MELANIE: It's a healed burn. - Yeah, I know. It's just... It's interesting. - RIVER: The bottom of these shoes are filthy. Ugh. Pigeon poop? Mm. Gross. - OK, so, we've got a healed burn. - VOICE FADED: 'His CT confirms the gunshots were through and through.' - 'Poor Mr Benton.' - 'Time of death was last night.' (UNSETTLING MUSIC) Donovan. Did you find anything? - Well, uh, that's not Lester Benton. - What? - Yeah, that ID he had on him was either lost or stolen, but that's not Lester. Lester is alive and well and living with wifey on the west side. - His uniform is fake. The label says 'costumes are us'. - OK, who would go to all the trouble to dress up like a security guard? - Fake uniform. Fake ID. Maybe he wasn't interrupting the robbery. Maybe he was doing the robbery. - Oh God. Something's draining from the nose. - River, pass me a swab. - What is it? - I don't know. Send it to the lab for testing. So, I steal a generator. It's heavy; I need two people. We take it down the freight elevator. - We load it into a van. - Yeah. - And then we come back up to grab another generator. We get into some sort of an argument or a double-cross. - Uh-huh. - And... you shoot me? - Yeah, but... - Yeah, it's not adding up. - Why else would you come up here? - Ugh. Should have worn some boots. - It's what you get. - Hm. - Huh. Damn it. Ugh. - Ugh. (CHUCKLES) - Hey, maybe our decedent was up here. He had pigeon poop on his boot too. - Hey, Jenny, check this out. Blue spray paint. - What if the substance in his nose was paint? - Yeah. Higher and higher. (INTRIGUING MUSIC) - You good? - Yeah. - It's the same colour that was dripping out of his nasal cavity. - Yeah. - Hold my legs. - What? No, that's dangerous, Jenny. Why don't you...? - Hold your`? Yeah, hold your legs? - Never mind. Just... - Yeah. - Just be careful, all right? - I will. I will. - All right, careful. - OK, yup. You got me? - I got you. - OK. All right. Yup. - All right. You got it? - Yeah. (WIND HOWLS) (CAR HORN HONKS BELOW) - Good? (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS) - OK. Yup. - Got it? - Mm-hm. - All right. - We're not looking for a thief. We're looking for a graffiti artist. - Yeah. - DONOVAN: Hey. - JENNY: Hey. Hopefully our fourth graffiti store is the charm. - Yeah. Oh, by the way, our dead man's fingerprints came back negative, so he's unknown to police. - Really? - Yo, I'd never stock this brand. This is, like, knock-off right here. Only foo-foo boy use them tips. Yo, truthfully, this stuff. - I'm gonna go look at the paints. - I've been using this for 25 years, and it's so good. - All right. I'll be back later. - Hey. how you doin', man? - Good, man. How are you? - Good, good. I'm Detective McAvoy, and I was just wondering if you could help me something here. You recognise this artist? - Nah. Sorry. We don't serve the ops in here. But if you want a sketchbook, officer, aisle two. (HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS) - Thanks. Hey. - Hey. - Are these classes? - Yeah. - Oh. - What kinda artist are you? - Oh, I'm more of an art lover looking for an artist. If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to ask you some questions. - Hey. Is that it? - Yeah, thanks. - Awesome. - Who's the artist? - Oh, yeah, that's my stuff. It's called Truth. It's available for sale, if you want. - Oh, uh... (CHUCKLES) Yup, s` Yeah, sure. - I'll ring it up. - Thanks. - Are you a graffiti artist? - No. I came here about a month ago for an aerosol class, but that's about it. My work is more... sheltered, private. Me, my canvas, my subject. - Oh. 'Explore the human form.' And you're Kirima Wright? - Have you ever let anyone paint your portrait before? - Portrait? (LAUGHS) No, no, that's not really my style. I prefer to keep a low profile. Uh, Jenny, Miss Wright would like to show us something. - Sure. - ROSS: I'm under a lot of stress right now, OK. It turns out that trying to become a massage therapist in the middle of a pandemic is complicated. Oh, and then there's Matteo, who's going back to Kingston, even though all of his courses are online. Riddle me that. I'm sorry. This is not about me. This is about you. (SIGHS) And, Rodney, I activated the wrong chi, so I'm just gonna get that hooked back on there, and then maybe we can start all over. What do you say? I'm sorry, by the way. This is so unorthodox. - You were pretty serious, then, about this massage therapy thing, were ya? - Yes. - You're gonna be rubbing people for a living. - Yeah, I'm studying to be a massage therapist. There's a lot of work. - As you were, private. - (SIGHS) Sorry about that. Can't get any privacy here. Um, why did I take this back off? (SOFT MUSIC) - Hey. - Hey. - Let me do that. - Aren't you the gentleman? - Hmm? - (CHUCKLES) How's it going with Eloise? Have you managed to win her over yet? - Uh, not yet. She's stubborn. - Hmm. - It's all right. I knew a horse like her when I was growing up. His name was Tabarnak. - (LAUGHS) Isn't that, like, a swear word or something? - Yeah, my father had this idea we would have a maple sugar business, and we would have sleigh rides as part of it. And the horse was supposed to pull the sleigh, and my father would always go, 'Tabarnak, you stupid animal. Pull the sleigh.' - (LAUGHS) Horses don't like being bossed around. - Yeah, yeah. I know. He was a rescue horse, and I was the only one who could ride him. - Hm. - Hey, listen. Um... I'd like to stay on. - In therapy? - (SCOFFS) no. - This isn't a place to hide from your problems. - I'm not hiding. I'm being honest. Mm-hm. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) - DONOVAN: Wingz. That's his tag? - KIRIMA: Yeah. - And no one knows who he is? - He's a bit of an urban legend. His pieces pop up in these inaccessible places overnight. Spectacular, huh? - It's a work of art. People must be envious of his talents. Do rival graff artists in the community ever get violent? - Fighting with spray cans is one thing. Violence? I don't know. - What are you looking at? - These branch-like marks. OK, I saw the burn mark on his hand, but if there's the same one on his foot, it's pathognomonic for one condition. - Patho-what for what? - Wingz was struck by lightning. That's where the marks came from. - Aren't the odds of getting struck by lighting one in 300,000? And he survives with just two burn marks? - People survive. It doesn't always affect them physically. Sometimes it affects their personality. - Like, makes them more...? - Risk-taking, obsessive. When people get struck by lightning, any metal that they're wearing or holding heats up, so the burn on his hand could be from the spray can. - And the current exited through the sole of his foot. - Yeah. The rubber on his sneakers could've insulated him, help lessen the physical damage. - Saved by his kicks. He survived all that just to be killed by a gunshot. - Yeah. The lightning didn't kill him, but it's gonna help us figure out who he is. (UPBEAT MUSIC) - Hey, Alphonse, can you`? - Hey, hey, JC. Just making myself at home. What do you think? A little Basquiat, a little Morrisseau. Yeah. - Great, yeah. Um... - I did find this, though, in the bottom desk drawer, and I'm just not sure if it's gonna go with my new decor. - I'll take that. That was Alison's. Alphonse, can you`? - At your service. - Great. Can you check local hospitals? We are looking for lightning-strike patients. - Lightning strikes. Got it. No problem. Oh, I can also contact the weather network and get the dates of the latest recorded lightning strikes in the city. How's that? - Great. Yeah, make it within the last six months. - Yeah, I knew we'd be in sync. - READS: 'No action without nutrition. 'AKA, don't think on an empty stomach.' OK, Dad. - OK. (SOFT MUSIC) (KNOCK AT DOOR) Hey. Uh, any luck? - Reports of three lighting strike victims in the past six months. One is a 45-year-old woman. She died. One is a male, survived. He's 70 years old. And one more is a 28-year-old male who survived. - That one. Thank you. - Kallik Jameel Walker, 55 Trethewey Drive. Thank you. (LOUD BANGING ON DOOR) - (GASPS) (SUSPENSFUL MUSIC) (BANGING CONTINUES) (KEYS JINGLE) (GASPS) (BANGING CONTINUES) (GUNSHOT) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (BANGING CONTINUES) - DONOVAN: Over here. Whoa. - JENNY: What is it? - Someone busted in this door. This is the police. Is there anyone inside this apartment? (TENSE MUSIC) I repeat, this is the police. All right, come on in. It's clear. - Hmm. The egg carton. I think a child may have witnessed the shooting. - Why? - Egg drop test. Ross had to do this when he was in middle school. - There's a picture of a kid on the fridge here. This could be her. She's gone. (SOFT MUSIC) Yeah, Malik, I just sent you a picture. Her name is Rubee Phillippe-Walker. She's in grade 7, so 12 or 13. She's a possible witness, and she may be with our suspect. - You got a description of the suspect? - Not yet, but someone big enough to knock in a door. Put a BOLO out on her. I'll send you the name of her school. Call them as well. - OK, got it. - She was following in her father's footsteps. She's smart too, using a parachute for the egg drop. I mean, most kids just pad it. - I get people don't wanna call the cops right now, but she's a kid, and she obviously needs help. - Yeah, she's spooked. She's running on adrenaline. I mean, if you saw what she did... I mean, she's traumatised. - Thinking she has no one to depend on. - Yeah, and if she stops, then she's... You know, then she's gonna start to` - Feel. - Mm-hm. READS: Get well soon. - READS: Jinelle, know there is no night that doesn't end in day. - Sunnydale Hospital. 'Everything your family needs to know about the intensive care unit.' There's a 'do not resuscitate' form. Patient name Jinelle Phillippe. - Jinelle Phillippe. She must be the girl's mother. - Emergency contact, Kallik Walker. If her mother's in the hospital, maybe that's where Rubee's gone. (BIRDS TWITTER) - Oh, that grosbeak. What a voice. Oh my God. 'Let the bird of loudest 'lay on the sole 'Arabian tree. Herald sad and trumpet be. - 'To whose sound 'chaste wings obey.' - (CHUCKLES) Yes. Yes. - (CHUCKLES) So, underneath the gruff exterior, you're a poet, huh? - I don't think so. (CHUCKLES) - Your secret's safe with me, baby. (CHUCKLES) - Thank you. (BIRDS TWITTER) (SOFT MUSIC) Oh, oh, oh. (BIRDS CONTINUE TWITTERING) (CHUCKLES) Wanna take a look? - No. I just like to listen to their songs. - Jinelle? Hi. I'm Dr Cooper. I was wondering if it would be OK If I asked you a few questions about your daughter? - R-Rubee? K-Kallik? Are they here? - Oh, n` Hi. - Excuse me. - Yeah. - It's time, Jinelle. - Um, sorry, for what? - She's having brain surgery. They're debulking her tumour. - I'm sorry, can I ask, has any of her family been to see her today? - I saw her daughter a little while ago. Kallik is here every day like clockwork, but, strange, he hasn't arrived yet. Jinelle, it's time. We're gonna move you out now. (INTRIGUING MUSIC) - DONOVAN: Yeah? - Donovan, I... I think I know where Rubee is. - What makes you say that? - I'm staring at the roof right now. - All right, I'm heading there now. - Mac! Mac! - Yeah? - I got a rush on the sketch from one of the neighbours. - The one who heard the door get kicked in? - Yeah. He looked out. He saw this guy running down the hall. - Damn. - Yeah. (FAST-PACED TENSE MUSIC) - MAN: Hey! Hey, you! Little girl? - (BREATHES HEAVILY) - Step away from there. It's dangerous. Little girl. It's Rubee, right? - Leave me alone! - (SHOUTS IN PAIN) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) Ah! (GRUNTS) - Rubee. Rubee, it's O` - Let me go! - Rubee, it's OK. It's OK, sweetie. OK, we've got you. It's OK. You're safe. You're safe, Rubee. (POLICE RADIO CHATTER) - OFFICER 1: Over here. - Hey. Look at what we found in his car. They belong to Kallik Walker. We found keys and entry cards for other buildings and construction sites as well. And... - Since when are building security guards licensed to carry firearms? - They're not. - So Ford was the inside man. - OFFICER 2: Watch your head. - So Wingz snuck into the building dressed as a security guard. - Headed to the roof. - Yeah. Probably in the middle of painting on the side of the building, heard a noise, went down to check it out. (CAR ENGINE STARTS) - And there is Ford, real security guard. - Getting ready for his crew to arrive, steal a bunch of generators. - And Ford thought Wingz was real security, thought he was caught. - The end. A man is dead, and kid is left without a dad. (CLEARS THROAT) You know, he lived, and he left a legacy, right? Eyes up. - All right. (SOFT MUSIC) - (SNIFFLES) This isn't fair. - I know. Rubee, if you go with Detective McAvoy to the station and you tell them what you saw last night, The police are gonna be able to put away the man that hurt your father. OK? - OK. - You cold? - Nah. - Your dad was an amazing artist. - He's the best artist. Wingz. My dad would go out every night to bomb so when she opened her eyes, she'd see the greatest thing he ever created. - That's really beautiful. - He said that whatever's in the sky never dies. He always says, 'Rubee, you've gotta be ready to risk everything for what you really want.' That's why I chose my name. Risk E. Risk Everything. - I really like your name. - I have to finish before my mom wakes up. Please. - Yeah, come on. I'll help you. (SOFT LO-FI MUSIC) - # Ain't no place like home. # Ain't no feeling like love. # Ain't no team like mine # cos ain't nobody like us. # And ain't nobody but you # know anything about us. # But, baby, let it do what it does # and let 'em all do what they does. # Ain't no place like home. # Ain't no feeling like love. # Ain't no team like mine # cos ain't nobody like us. # And ain't nobody but you # know anything about us, # so, baby, let it do what it does. # No love like your first one. # No love like your last one, lest your last one was your first one, uh. # Ain't no place like your house. # Fresh off tour, hit your house. # Two rounds, get smoked out. # Tryna get food, and we both down. # Ain't no food like my mama's. # Sister make a damn good cheesecake. # Big bro whip up that cheesesteak. # Ain't nothing like seeing the fam eat great. # Hey, it's a hustle ting each day. # I don't care if it sound cliche. # Nothin' feel good like that back up, # knowing you could get it right back in that weekday. # Nothing like squad nights if you had an idea what my squad like, uh. # Take a look at my squad life and keep burnin' this song, like, all night and sing along like... # Ain't no place like home. # Ain't no feeling like love. # Ain't no team like mine # cos ain't nobody like us. # Ain't nobody but you... # - KIRIMA: So, tell me, what inspired you to come today? Thought you said getting your portrait done wasn't your thing? - DONOVAN: Let's just say I decided to try a new thing today. (CHUCKLES) - And how come today? A new thing. - I see a lot doing this job. Certain days, it just hits you a little harder than others. You don't know what's gonna take you out of this life or when. So why not take a chance, a risk? Maybe be immortalised. (CHUCKLES) (SOFT MUSIC) - Hey. You can relax. - (EXHALES HEAVILY) - Now let's immortalise those eyes and these lips. (MUSIC CONTINUES) - (SNIFFLES, SIGHS) - Grandpa. - Oh, hi. - I was just coming out to look for you. You forgot your phone with your tracker. - Oh, OK. - Where were you? - What? - Where were you? - Oh, I don't know. Actually, I had a date... with a beautiful bird. (GENTLE MUSIC) - # Don't # say # things could be # different. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. # Don't stay... - (EXHALES HEAVILY) OK, Jenny. Here. Now. Live. There. Good. OK. (HORSE WHINNIES DISTANTLY) # Cos I # want to see me # how you see me. # And I # want to steal your eyes # and see me through your sight. # - It's good to see you. - It's good to see you too. It's, um... It's a little rustic. (CHUCKLES) - Yeah. Well, you know, I... I don't need much. - I know. You used to live in a tree. - Yeah. (CHUCKLES) Yeah. - (LAUGHS) Yeah. Sorry, I'm... I'm a lot more nervous than I thought I would be. - Uh, me too. - Mm-hm. - I'm sorry, I don't have anything to offer you to drink. I'm in AA. - Oh. - Yeah. - Oh that... Awesome. - I, uh... - (CHUCKLES) Sorry. No, uh, I mean, it's not... Good. Wonderful. I'm happy for you. (BOTH CHUCKLE SOFTLY) I'm currently doing therapy where I stay in the moment, no matter how uncomfortable it is. - Oh. - Gonna practice that right now. - Yeah. - Mm-hm. - Well, I'm doing therapy too. Yeah, with horses, but it makes them feel uncomfortable, so... - Oh. (LAUGHS) - Yeah. - Yeah. Do you...? You think it's working? - Uh, so far, so good. - Great. - Is yours? - Um... yeah. - Hey, what's that thing? - Uh... I got you a... I got you a present. Um... - Oh. OK. Wait, let me guess. A Tesla? - Yeah, on my salary. (LAUGHS) - OK. Well... Let me see that. - You like it? I... - Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Yeah? - I do. Hey, thank you. - I, uh, thought of you when I saw it, and... - I slept with someone. - OK. Yeah, I mean... OK, yeah, (STAMMERS) I didn't write you back for five months. - Yeah, I thought we were over when` - Of course. Yeah. It's... Yeah. I get it. - Yeah. - And I'm... - I'm not just sleeping with her. I'm... I'm seeing her. - Like, still now? - Yeah. - Oh. Oh. Uh... OK. Sorry. I, um... I thought you wanted to... - I don't know what I want. Yeah. - Um... Sorry, I think I'm gonna go. - No, no, no. Jenny, Jenny, please. Please. No. Wait, wait, wait, wait. - I just` Yeah. No. - Jenny. - Look, I was giving you space so that you could heal. I came here because I thought you wanted to be with me. - Listen, listen, listen. You never answered my letter. - You left. - Cos I'm doing the work. - Work? Is the work screwing someone while you're in AA? Your problems go way beyond drinking. - Yeah, well, know what? Your problem is you don't wanna be happy. You hide behind your sister's death. - I'm hiding? - Yeah. - You're the one who's hiding out here. - Oh yeah? No, here I'm safe. - You're safe? You're scared. - No, I'm not scared. You know what? I was fine before you came here. - Yeah, so was I. - OK. Great. All right. (SOFT MUSIC) Ah, f... - # Hey, hey, he-e-ey. - (SNIFFLES) - # Cos I # want to see you. - Feel your feelings. Feel your feelings. (HORSE WHINNIES) Feel your feelings. Feel your feelings. (HORSE WHINNIES) Shut up! - (HORSE WHINNIES) Horse. Shut up. WHISPERES: Just feel them. Feel them. (EXHALES HEAVILY, SNIFFLES) No. No. (ANIMALS HOWL, CHATTER) (BREATHES HEAVILY) (HORSE WHINNIES IN DISTANCE) Captions by Able. 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