Coroner

I don't see the baby's body.

We were never gonna find him alive, Jenny.

Thank you for this moment to hold him.

I've got an appointment at my psychiatrists.

Yeah, 'cause that's who you talk to now.

When you got things to talk about.

Everything is worse since you shook-up my meds.

You're still sleepwalking.

My thoughts are under my control.

I am calm and relaxed.

I think you just broke my arm.

- Ms. Noor Ermias? - Are you following me?

Mal!

You know Mal, right?

He tried to kill himself today.

Oh God.

Harold!

Harold...

what's taking you so long?

Are you going to get me my sandwich?

Where is my sandwich, Harold?

Jenny, can you hear me?

Wha?!

Jenny?

Hey.

- No-no-no, Ross. - Ross, back to bed.

What's she doing there?

Look, it-it's okay, I'm handling it.

Is it a myth that you're not supposed wake a sleepwalker?

That's "asleep"?!

What she even looking for?

I... I have absolutely no idea.

Where are you?

Oh, okay, last time you woke up in the fridge?

- Yeah. The fridge. - The garden and the road.

You were digging on the road?

No. I wasn't digging the road.

I was just on the road.

Yeah. While you were asleep.

Okay. I'm not exactly sure why I'm sleepwalking. Right?

But maybe it's just because I'm stressed.

Or because we're renovating.

Or just because I need a nap.

Okay, Ross, you're on night duty.

I'm staying with Mal at the hospital overnight.

I don't need a babysitter.

- And I can't babysit. - It's half-price Pizza night

and the Dundas Women's Slo-Pitch Team comes in

and they drink a lot of beer.

Okay. Come on, can you ask for the night off?

I'm lucky I still have a job.

Hey, I'm okay.

I promise.

- Okay. Yeah. - That's my cue.

I'm gonna go to my tent now.

Hm.

Okay. You know what?

I'm gonna come back tonight.

No. No, go be with your friend's family.

They're upset, they don't know the city.

He's gonna have an emergency craniectomy, okay?

You need to be there until he wakes up.

Hmm.

- That's my ride. - Yeah. You go.

You know what?

Maybe it's because you're drinking too much coffee.

I've only had one today.

Late night?

Any... any luck on ID'ing the body yet?

Oh, that part was easy.

Some kind of sick, psycho joke?

"Sick" and "psycho", for sure.

Left him next to his own picture.

Any idea how long he's been here?

All morning.

Talked to a couple commuters and joggers.

Somebody walking their dog.

Everybody assumed he was passed out.

Yeah. Bus driver finally calls

after looping past him three times.

Let's take a look at Mr. Kalla.

Oh. He was hit in the back and the front of the head.

Maybe that's how he broke his glasses.

Yeah, looks like the killer might have taped them back together.

And then he cleaned his face and his hands off.

Maybe we can get a print on the lenses or the tape?

Process the hat too.

Definitely not our well-dressed man's.

Well, he wasn't killed here.

Everything else aside, the lividity of his body

doesn't match the way that he's sitting.

We can... we can send his body to pathology now.

- He's a good-looking dude. - Well, maybe an angry ex?

He was a Real Estate Agent. Unhappy client?

His office opens in ten minutes.

Shall we?

Oh. Uh, yeah, sure.

If it helps figure out where he was killed.

Don't worry, I've got a job for you.

Jacen had a couple showings last night.

First was at 6. Then 7:30.

He would have gone to the area early

and gone farming here.

Farming?

- Going door-to-door. - Talking to people.

Asking if they'd consider selling.

He'd would have left one of these.

Thank you.

He always wanted me to come with him.

He loved it.

I hated it.

People are so weird in this city.

How long did you work for him?

Five years.

And you like Mr. Kalla.

We're so sorry for your loss.

Uh, Malik found Jacen's car.

We'll start there, and get to "farming".

Okay.

- You moving back to the city? - Uh, if I was -

which I'm not -

definitely wouldn't be moving there.

Look at the address?

The Whitfield Co-op.

Multiple people die in a fire,

and they're building condos already.

That's Toronto.

C'mon. Drop you at your car.

By all accounts, our decedent was an amazing guy.

Someone didn't like him.

Yeah.

Well, it looks like two things happened.

First fracture of the skull here...

and then his brain tips are bruised.

Indicating that he fell backwards.

And slammed his head on the floor.

Yeah, and then bled out from his head injury.

What a horrible death.

Farmin' Donavan.

Jacen Kalla - he laid on the floor and he bled out.

Whoever killed him, my have watched him die.

Stop! Please!

My wife's asleep. She has headaches.

Any noise. Any racket is excruciating.

- I'm sorry, sir. - We can-we can talk quietly.

Yes?

What's your name, sir?

Harold. Harold Carruthers.

And Mr. Carruthers, were you home yesterday?

I was working out back.

It's okay. Well, maybe you saw this man?

I don't think so.

That's weird. Next door's saying they talked to him.

And the house next to that.

He didn't come here.

Sir, you said your wife is asleep?

- She has headaches. - That's too bad, sir,

I'm gonna need to talk to both of you together.

- No. Please! - She won't talk to you.

Well, she'll have to.

Now is she downstairs or upstairs?

Sir. What room is she in?

Sir?

- It's my heart. - I can't breathe.

Okay. Well, maybe you should sit down.

No-no-no, you need to call 9-1-1.

Sir. I am 9-1-1.

I caught the guy.

- Huh? - I caught the guy.

Oh. Uh, that's great work, Malik. Really.

Hope Donavan is impressed.

You want me to show you inside?

Mhmm.

Hey, you sleep, dinking all that coffee?

It is a sad cycle of self abuse.

Ahem. Wanna walk me through it?

Okay. Well, front door is where the murder happened.

His bins we found bloody towels,

and empty bottle of bleach, but wait till you see inside.

Why? What's inside?

Yeah, I didn't smell it at first.

- But I came in the front door. - Hmm.

All I could smell was bleach.

Where is it coming from?

Yeah.

Donavan is with the old man in the kitchen.

Come see this upstairs.

The old man kept talking about his wife.

How she was sleeping...

how he didn't want me waking her up.

That is not asleep.

Her husband's been living with her like this?

Thank you.

You do anything for exercise, Mr. Carruthers?

There's a pool up on Oakwood.

And you go there?

- I swim. Thirty laps. - Back and forth.

You do anything else?

I'm outside as much as I can be.

'Cause I'm wondering how is a guy your age haul another -