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- It is a great omen to launch our new show today.

- You guys were on fire. - I think we did pretty well.

- What's going on? You okay?

- I found Lucy unconscious in her bed.

- We know that you came to the station two weeks ago,

claiming that your daughter had been assaulted.

- What is this? - It's nothing.

- This guy supposed to be your boyfriend?

- Lucy refused to identify her boyfriend,

let alone admit that he had hurt her.

- When she started seeing that guy, she... changed.

- Where did we go wrong? How did we lose her?

- You could save your daughter. If that's what you want.

This number is for an agency

that lets you go back to the past to change it.

- Welcome to Plan B Agency. State the reason for your trip.

- Save my daughter's life.

- Abigail Walker?

- Put me down! What are you doing?

Lucy.

(indiscernible chatter)

You've very brave, Lulu.

You're gonna make new friends

and when daddy and I come to pick you up,

you can tell us all about it, okay?

(melancholic music)

- Have a good day.

- Come with me, Lucy. Let's go have a seat.

Sit right here.

There you go.

(melancholic music continues)

(theme song)

- Lucy.

(heavy breathing)

- What's going on?

- Seriously, mom, you're freaking us out.

Um...

you're not gonna let her go out like that, are you?

- Too late, bun. All your friends are already in my DMs.

- You sure you alright, mom?

Okay, bye.

(door opens and shuts)

- Stop staring, it's creepy.

Oh, my baby.

- Okay, now you're really starting to scare me.

(inhaling deeply)

- Hey. Do you want me to drive you?

- Don't you have to go to work?

- Oh, it's a prep day. I can... go in later.

(intriguing music continues)

So, um...

...how are things?

- Why are you asking?

- Come on, I give you all the independence

and freedom you want.

I just wanna know... how you're doing.

You know, any... crushes?

Any... special someone?

- You're being so weird today.

- Well, you haven't mentioned anyone since Lenny.

Is he still in the picture?

- That was three years ago.

Can you just focus on driving instead of grilling me?

- Come on, it's just a little bit of girl talk.

- You have tons of girlfriends. Save it for them.

(sighing)

(distant car horn beeping)

- How about you?

Who have you been hanging out with?

- Same as always. Stella and them.

(uneasy breathing)

- Look... You know I'm here for you, right?

If there's anything--

- If you wanna keep it that way, maybe keep your eyes on the road

so you don't kill us both.

(sighing)

- What time do you finish?

- Same as always. - I can pick you up at 5:00.

We can go have dinner and maybe have a girl's night?

- I have that party tonight, remember?

- What party?

- The one you already said I could go to

as long as I'm home by 11:00.

- Right... Is Stella going?

- Along with half the city. Do you want all their names too?

- I can drive you there if you want.

(phone dinging)

(muttering): Oh, God.

Sorry, sorry. I know I'm supposed to be there.

- Oh, don't worry about it. Is everything okay?

- Uh, do you want us to wait or should we get started?

- Just dealing with a personal thing.

(Cat): Uh-huh?

Trying on a new boyfriend for size or...?

- Um, I'm just tied up with something for Lu.

Is it okay if we do that meeting over audio?

- Works for me. - Yeah, uh...

Let's get started here.

Sure, where are we on the whistleblower

for the Waterfront Spa?

(melancholic music continues)

(intriguing music)

(intriguing music continues)

(intriguing music continues)

(car horn blaring)

(phone ringing)

- Hey. (Nick): Where are you?

Felix said you'd be here, it's the semifinals.

- Semifinal for what? - Seriously?

- Oh, my God. His badminton. Shit--

- You forgot. - No, no, no.

I-I can't make it, okay? I need to go get Lucy.

- Get... Where is she?

- Um...

I'll explain later, okay?

Just-just tell Felix congrats, okay?

- Congrats for--

(muffled booming music)

(loud hip-hop music playing)

- Wassup? Were we being too loud?

Hey, aren't you on TV?

- Are you trying to embarrass me?

- Wow. Doesn't take much does it?

Not man enough to...

Are you serious?

- You shouldn't be here. This isn't like you. Let's go.

- Get out!

- I'm Abigail, Lucy's mom.

If you ever lay a hand on my daughter,

I will make sure that you regret it.

- The fuck? I didn't touch her.

- If I see so much as a mark on her,

you will have more than the cops to worry about.

- Get the fuck outta my house. - Tell me you understand.

- Mom!

- Fine. Then I'll leave.

- Hey. Tell me you understand.

- Get out my face, bitch!

This bitch wants you to answer the fucking question.

- Mom! - Are you such a tough guy?

Swinging your pencil dick.

- You better stop now. - Acting like a big man?

- Mom! Alex!

- I said stop. You heard me telling her stop, right?

(melancholic music)

- He didn't do anything! She started it.

- Hey, hey, hey. Leave them-- - Why did you do that?

You provoked him! You're out of control!

- Hey, I saw him and that punch was meant for you.

That man is violent.

- You're the one who's violent!

(car door opening)

(melancholic music continues)

- Where are you going?

- You always said it was up to me

and that it was my choice.

And since you're intent on ruining my life,

I'm moving in with Dad.

I never want to see you again!

- Lu... Hear me out on this.

Lu, stop.

Lu.

I know it's impossible to understand,

but I did this to protect you.

- Just leave me alone! - Protect her from what?

She says you pushed him.

Why would you do something like that?

- Look at my face.

To show her what he's capable of,

so that she doesn't end up--

- She doesn't what?

- You won't understand--

- Maybe not everything, but I want to help.

Just let me take care of this for now.

Let's just give her space so she can calm down

and we can talk later.

- Nick, you...

(melancholic music)

(melancholic music continues)

(heavy breathing)

(sighs)

(approaching footsteps)

- Abby?

(sighing)

I couldn't sleep. I just...

...I wanted to catch Lucy before she left.

- I thought we agreed that I would talk to her first.

- Lu, let me...

(door slamming shut)

- Naima, I'm sorry that you're caught in the middle

of this family drama.

- It's strange enough that I live beside my ex,

but when you just show up and spend the night

without even asking, it makes things a lot more difficult.

- Lu, please just let me explain.

(Lucy): Just get out! I'm not talking to you.

- Lucy... please.

- Just go...

(water running)

- Sorry.

Hey.

How are you holding up?

- I'm alright. I guess.

- Felix?

Lucy really needs us right now.

All of us.

I know things have been tough between you two,

but she loves you and she needs your support.

Can I count on you to be there for her?

Can you do that for me, please?

Thank you.

And... one more thing.

I have a small favour to ask you.

Long story short, I'm fine

and I don't wanna spend the rest of the meeting talking about it.

- Are you sure you don't wanna postpone, Abby?

- I mean you're kinda stealing my thunder

with your face looking like that.

- We can do this tomorrow. - Nonsense.

We have a new season to launch and I know exactly

what we're gonna do for the season premiere.

Let us start with um, health and wellness.

(intriguing music)

(phone beeping)

(intriguing music)

(Manny): Yeah. And then the QR code

will prompt people to download the app.

That's it, pretty simple.

- Okay, great, I'll talk soon. Bye.

- Take care. - Bye.

- She's gonna be stoked when she finds out

I helped you hack her phone.

- Well, if she asks just tell her I did it.

- She's never gonna believe you're capable of that.

Why are you being so sketchy, Mom?

- Were you able to get into her Instagram?

- Yeah... - How did you know her password?

- Her favourite band.

(sighs)

Look, sweetie,

if you knew what I knew,

you wouldn't have any problem with any of this. Okay?

Lucy is going through a really difficult time right now.

- I know, it's lasted 15 years. - It's different this time.

You said so yourself, she's acting strange,

you're embarrassed by the pics she's posting online.

- What?

I never told you that.

- Yeah, but it's true, isn't it?

- I mean, yeah,

but you're not hacking my phone too, are you?

- Like you said, I wouldn't know how to even if I tried.

- Good morning.

- Why don't you join us for breakfast?

- I don't wanna interfere with Naima's aura or whatever.

(door slamming)

- Lucy?

Lu. - What?

- We need to talk about what happened.

- You mean that mom has completely lost her mind

and is insane now?

- You don't talk about your mother like that.

It's perfectly normal for her to be worried about you.

- There's nothing normal about the shit she pulled last night.

- Lucy, who is this guy? - Don't turn into her, please.

Can I have some privacy?

(intriguing music)

(computer dings)

(sighing)

(heavy breathing)

(suspenseful music)

- Where are you going?

- What the hell are you doing here?

- I'm taking you home. We need to talk.

- And what if I don't want to?

- You know I don't want you seeing him.

- Who says I'm seeing him? - Then where are you going?

Oh, you wanna tell me you're off to see Stella?

You can see that he's dangerous.

Do you even realize what he's capable of?

- Do you realize how unhinged you sound?

- Hey! Don't talk to me like that.

I am your mother. Get on, now.

- Let go!

Now look who's violent.

- Get on the scooter.

- Stop embarrassing me.

- You will put on that helmet

and you will sit your ass on that scooter.

(indiscernible chatter)

(scooter compartment shuts)

Now.

- Hold on to me.

To me, I said.

(melancholic music continues)

You're not running off to your father's.

What happened with Stella?

And what makes you think you need to send photos like that

for a boy to love you?

- You went through my things?

- What other choice did I have?

- It's private.

And it's my life, you can't just invade it!

- Whatever happened to boundaries?

We promised our children privacy.

- Well, not if it stops her from killing herself.

- Jesus, Abigail, why would you say something like that?

- Well, apart from the fact that her friends are telling her to?

- What?

Not Stella?

- Shit. She must've deactivated it.

- Where are you going? - I need to talk to her.

- You can't help her when you're agitated like that--

- Well, you would be agitated too if--

- If what?

- Those pictures that she posts online,

they are nothing compared to the videos that she sends Alex.

- Okay... - That kind of thing

could ruin her life!

And something must've happened with Stella.

The girls are sending her the most vile messages,

saying that she's...

a waste of space, and a whore, and a pig,

and that she would be...

And that she would be better off dead.

- So she's been lying to us all summer

whenever she says that she's with them?

- Which means that she's alone.

She needs someone to confide in and if that person's not me,

can it be you?

- Why do you keep implying that I can't manage things?

- I don't mean to, but this is an emergency.

You can't put it off until later.

If you're the one who speaks to her, it has to be now.

- You really think that she's a danger to herself?

- Yes.

I feel it.

(sighing)

(indiscernible chatter)

- Hey, girls.

- Hi.

- I was hoping to talk about Lucy?

Look, I know you guys had a falling out.

(scoffing)

- You think?

- I'm just trying to understand what happened

and why things escalated to such hostility.

- She didn't tell you what she did?

- Lu was sexting Blake.

- What? Blake...

your boyfriend, Blake?

- I saw he kept liking at her thirst traps on Instagram.

She was sending him videos of herself.

Doing stuff for him.

- Oh, wait--

- They weren't even DMs, they were text messages.

She wasn't even trying to hide it.

- And when Stella confronted her, she didn't even apologize.

What did she say again?

- "You can't steal something that doesn't want to be stolen."

- But she didn't 'steal' him though, right?

She's with... Alex? - Is that his name?

She only started with him because Blake picked me.

- Yeah, she's not even embarrassed.

God, she's so toxic.

- But... but this is all just...

...boy stuff.

And you guys care deeply about her.

And you would regret it if something happened to her,

right?

- Honestly, Ms. Walker, I really don't care.

(somber music)

(woman): We don't want these women

to end up back on the street,

but we're not being paid

for two thirds of the hours we work.

- We launched the program prematurely.

We may need to reconsider--

- Oh, um, I have a meeting with the minister, uh...

...next week.

He'll secure a discretionary budget for us, I'm sure of it.

So please, don't put anybody out on the street just yet.

I'll fix this.

- Okay. Well then, let's talk next steps.

(sighing)

It's typical teenage behaviour, you know.

They rarely open up to their parents.

- Yeah, but she's all alone,

except for that... guy.

She completely isolated herself from her friend group.

How can I make sure I'm the one that she turns to when...

...when things get tough?

- Do you want me to set up

a meeting with Susan, our psychologist?

- God, no. That was disaster.

- Oh. When did you see her?

- Abigail?

You saved her life. You know that, right?

- I just brought you here.

I mean, the hard part, that was you.

- She's right, Stephanie.

You're the one who reached out for help.

You're the one doing all the work.

- Still, thank you,

for everything and for creating a place like this

for women like me.

- Oh. (chuckling)

- What are you doing here?

- I had a meeting in the neighbourhood.

- Please, leave.

- Not until you give me five minutes of your time.

- I'm trying to work here. - Well, I can wait.

I will have an order of the...

...the coleslaw.

(money rustling)

Thank you.

(sighing)

(melancholic music continues)

(phone buzzing)

- Hi, do you think we can take a selfie?

- Oh, yeah, of course.

- Thank you so much. - No problem.

- Did you get your fill of attention?

Can you get out of here now?

- I never should've invaded your privacy.

- Got it. Thanks. Have a nice day.

- I just want to talk to you, Lu.

- And I said no. You taught me that word.

It's funny, you can't seem to hear it.

- Come on. Just give me one minute.

Please?

Put yourself in my shoes.

I find out that you've been lying to me for months.

You're seeing this new guy who's...

...a lot older than you and God knows where you met him.

I mean... what am I supposed to think?

- You're right. I should've introduced you.

Somewhere between you harassing him and calling the cops.

Would that have been a good time?

- Are you serious about him?

- You wouldn't understand. - What?

What wouldn't I understand?

- I'm not like you.

- Like what?

What am I like?

- Strong.

I care about this stuff.

- What stuff, honey?

- Love.

(inhaling)

- Introduce him to me properly.

That's all I ask.

- How does that work when I'm forbidden from seeing him?

His lawyers don't even want him talking to me.

- If you bring him to our house to meet me...

I will drop the charges.

(melancholic music continues)

(door opening)

(door shutting)

Hi, Alex.

Thank you for coming.

Can I... offer you something to drink?

- A... a beer, if you got it.

- I'll have one too.

(bottles clinking)

(fridge door shutting)

- This place is sweet.

TV hosts really rake it out, huh?

(pouring)

- Look. I think we should clear the air

about taking responsibility

for what went down at your party.

Okay, I'll go first.

I apologize for insulting you. That was out of line.

- And you provoked him.

- And I provoked you.

- Like I told the cops,

I shouldn't have lost it.

But like you said, you provoked me.

- Well, this needs to be said, we do not tolerate violence.

Not me, not Lucy.

- I never hit anyone in my life before that.

- So...

...what do you do for work?

- Mom.

- What? I'm trying to get to know him.

- I got my certificate in welding.

I do small contracts here and there.

- Did you guys meet on one of those apps?

Oh, I guess not, because you need to be 18.

- We met at the restaurant. He's a lunch regular.

- Are you from Toronto? - Peterborough.

- When'd you move here? - Seven years ago.

- Oh, when you were Lucy's age.

- Look, I just want you to drop the charges, okay?

- And I just wanna get to know my daughter's boyfriend.

- I mean, I wouldn't exactly call myself her boyfriend, but--

- What? Why would you say that?

- Oh, I get it. It's...

It's different now.

But you do like her, right?

- Yeah, I mean...

...she's cool.

- She's beyond cool.

She's brilliant, she's funny,

a real firecracker.

- Mmh, you should meet my mom.

- Oh, and she's quick too.

- I'm almost ready mom, I'll be two seconds.

- Okay.

- Hey.

Did I miss something?

I thought she said she was never speaking to you again.

- Um... I just extended an olive branch.

I agreed to take her shopping.

You know, she's 15, it's not rocket science.

Oh, Felix, can you come here for a second?

Hey.

I never apologized for missing your badminton tournament.

- Oh, it's cool, mom. Don't worry about it.

- No, it's not.

I never even congratulated you on your win.

You're just so good at everything.

I always know you're gonna crush it, and that's not fair.

Should we celebrate? Should we do dinner?

- Yeah, sure, that sounds great. - Yeah? Pizza?

Lucy can come?

Thank you.

Ready to go?

Let's do it.

(door opening)

- That's nice.

What? - Oh, my God.

- What, no, I said it's nice!

- You can't even admit you hate it.

- What? I don't... hate it.

- Yes, you do.

You think it's slutty?

- Hey. I would never say that. - Exactly.

Because then you'd have to admit

you aren't as progressive as you pretend to be.

- I just think it looks a bit... uncomfortable.

- You're such an internalized misogynist.

- Lu!

Lu.

- I knew coming shopping with you was a bad idea.

- Look.

I will never tell you how to dress.

I just wonder sometimes if you're doing it

not because it makes you feel good and strong,

but because you think that's what the boys will like.

Just like your pictures on your Instagram.

- I'm not having this conversation with you right now.

- I dropped the charges against Alex two days ago.

The deal was that you and I would talk.

- Fine. Talk your heart out.

- I heard what you did to Stella... with Blake.

Why would you do such a thing?

She's your best friend.

- So? She learned that guys like girls like me too.

Even if we're not as perfect as she is.

- But... why would you think that you're anything less

than she is?

- And how would you know that?

Let me guess.

- Hey, this happened months ago, you never said anything to me.

You made me drop you off on her street.

Why wouldn't you let me in on what you were going through?

- Like you and dad let us in on things?

When was it that you told us why you were splitting up?

That's right. You didn't.

One minute he's moving next-door to give you space,

and the next, Naima was moving in there with him.

You let us figure that one out for ourselves.

(melancholic music continues)

You can drop me off here.

(door closes)

(sighing)

(music continues)

(Manny): I'm staying out of it.

We have a budget for one of you. One of you can go.

You decide and let me know.

- Okay.

- Okay. Abby, can I have a word, please?

- Ooh, somebody is in trouble.

- Uh, I'm in a bit of a rush.

- Hey, what's going on?

I wouldn't do this at work normally,

but you haven't been responding to my texts, so...

Are you okay? Are we okay? - Manny, I have a family, okay?

They take priority. - Yeah, yeah...

- Yeah, we had a summer fling and it was great,

but now we're booked to launch a season and my family needs me.

So... something's gotta give.

- Summer fling?

- Good run. - Yeah...

Oh, my God. This is so good.

- You're such an idiot.

(melancholic music continues)

- Are you sleeping with Alex?

- Wow, don't hold back, mom.

Don't worry, we're careful.

- What about him?

Is he careful with you?

- What? You want the details?

You didn't get your fill reading through my DMs?

- And here we go.

(sighing)

- Can I sleep over at Alex's tomorrow night?

- Lu...

...you're 15.

- Lots of girls my age are allowed.

- I cannot allow you to spend the night at a grown man's home.

No.

- I thought you trusted me.

- Look, maybe in time. Just let me...

...get used to the idea,

but tonight we are celebrating Felix.

- Mmh. Yeah.

Our big badminton champion and all his little birdies.

- Tell her to stop or I'm leaving.

- Lu.

- Seriously though, congrats.

You're so good at everything.

- Hey, so are you.

(melancholic music)

- I know it's taking a little long today,

but keep up the energy.

Okay, now Cat turn your head a little bit to the right.

Jill, I'm gonna ask you for a big smile.

Abby, you're looking a little bit tense.

Loosen up a little.

(melancholic music continues)

- Can I have my phone?

(phone ringing)

Hey, it's almost 10 o'clock,

you're supposed to be home by now.

(Lucy): We're only halfway through the movie.

I was thinking I'd just stay here since it's so late.

You said it's okay.

- Uh, no, I didn't say that.

- Well, you didn't say no.

- I said maybe in time.

- Well, there's really nothing you can do about it, so... bye.

- I'm here to pick up Lucy.

- Lucy.

- Why won't you let me stay,

what difference does it make to you?

- Come on.

- Maybe you should listen to your mom.

I don't want anymore trouble.

- Why do you keep treating me like some stupid child?

You pull shit like this and you expect me to trust you?

You expect us to be close?

(keys clinking)

- Lu, what is this?

What? Did he do that to you?

Hey.

That's it. I'm calling the police--

- You can't, it was my fault. - Listen to yourself.

- If you call the police, I will walk out of here

and you'll never see me again.

(doorknob rattling)

- Okay. I won't call the police if you don't want me to,

but Lu, please, just tell me what happened.

Please.

- We were watching a movie

and Alex kept saying the actress was sexy.

And I guess it upset me,

because then I said the actor was sexy too.

I said that he looked like his friend, Troy.

I knew it would upset him and I said it anyway,

it's my fault.

(doorknob twisting)

(whispering): Hey.

- I only said it to hurt him.

I really am just a waste of space.

(shaky breathing)

(sighing)

- I fucked up, I let Lucy see Alex.

- You what?

- It was the only way that I could get her to talk to me,

to stop lying to me, to... to us.

Look, I was gonna tell you, I just--

- No, no, I get it.

You saw that she was getting closer to me

and you'd rather her hang out with a woman-beater,

so long as it means that she confides in you instead.

- No, Nick, that's not what it was.

- No, I don't know why I'm so surprised

that you would keep me out of such an important decision

regarding our daughter.

It's been that way since...

her conception, actually.

- And do you feel closer to her since we split up?

Did you even talk to her before Naima moved in with you guys?

Have you even thought to ask her why she can't stand her--

- You're more of a wedge between us than Naima is.

- Nick, there's more...

He's violent.

- You mean with Lu?

Did he hit her?

- He grabbed her and he pushed her.

Woah, woah, what are you doing?

- First I'm calling the police

and I'm gonna kick the shit out of that guy.

- That would be a mistake.

- What do you mean?

- Look, okay, I admit it. I fucked up, I was wrong.

If we press charges now,

Lu is gonna feel betrayed and alone.

She has no friends.

She only has us. Him... and us.

And I managed to connect to her.

Finally, she's talking to me.

She's starting to trust me.

And I feel like...

If I can do this right, maybe I can show her

that she needs to leave him by her own choosing.

We can press charges once she's out.

Okay, once she sees things more clearly.

And then, me and you can go

and beat the shit out of this guy together.

Okay, I am so scared that she is going to hurt herself.

If we can't...

(sighing)

(alarm ringing)

(sighing)

(melancholic music)

(whispering): Hey, it's time.

(melancholic music continues)

I'll go get you after the show okay?

I'll go get some breakfast.

- You'll talk to him for me?

- We'll see. Just sleep now.

- You got that right, Abigail.

Today, the moon is throwing some serious shade.

It is a full on solar eclipse.

And remember, little Miss Sunshine is a fickle one.

Don't look at me, look at me, don't look at her, okay?

She will hurt you if you are not wearing protective shades.

Here, have some, on me. My treat.

- Ah, well, they're not Prada,

but I guess they'll have to do.

- I'm just a humble weather girl,

I'm not at a Prada salary, did you hear that upstairs?

Oh, you did. Oh, no, I'm very happy with my job, thank you.

(chuckling)

- Well, I'd say it's a good omen

to launch our new season.

What about you folks at home?

Are you as hyped for the eclipse as we are?

(suspenseful music)

(phone ringing)

(sighing)

(Lucy whimpering): Alex, open the door.

Alex, please, I'm really sorry.

Alex, please.

We can talk about it!

- Lu?

(sobbing)

Hey, hey...

- No, I have to talk to him.

He won't see me-- - Hey, let's go home, okay?

- No... I need him to forgive me or else, I...

- Lu, look at me, it's gonna be okay.

Let me take you home. Okay?

(whimpering)

Come.

Come with me.

(whimpering)

Come here.

(weakly): Mom...

...I just wanna die.

(whispering): You can't, baby.

Because it would kill me too.

(melancholic music swells)

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