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

- Yes. I feel it.

If you ever lay a hand on my daughter,

I will make sure that you regret it.

- Mom! He didn't do anything, she started it.

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

- Lu was sexting with Blake. - Your boyfriend, Blake?

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

- 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?

- You saved her life. Thank you.

For creating a place like this.

- I fucked up. I let Lucy see Alex.

- You what?

- She has no friends. She only has us.

But I managed to connect to her.

Finally, she's talking to me, she's starting to trust me.

(whispering): I just wanna die.

(suspenseful music swells)

- Every six days,

a woman in Canada is killed by her intimate partner.

Countless others endure physical, emotional,

and psychological abuse.

Often in silence and isolation.

This is not the legacy that we want to leave for our daughters.

And for my Lucy.

So today, we raise our voices

in unison and we say:

"Enough is enough."

(clapping and cheering)

This is a fight for our lives

and we demand action from our government.

(cheering and clapping)

(intriguing music)

(theme song)

(melancholic music)

- Well, it's that time of year again.

The leaves are starting to hint at a change.

Back to school season is upon us.

- Go one. - And with that,

school supply lists are dropping and it is a bloodbath out there.

Inflation is hitting harder than a pop quiz.

- Well, lament no more,

because I am here to share my back to school shopping tips.

- Tell us your secrets, Jill.

- Well, for starters, my tip is to shop early and to shop smart.

See what you can reuse from last year...

- Back to two.

(melancholic music continues)

(indiscernible chatter)

Hey.

Look, I'm not asking for anything.

Obviously, you are in the thick of it right now

and I couldn't possibly understand.

I just want you to know that I am here for you.

Okay, whatever you need.

And I'm saying that as your...

...friend and colleague.

Part of me that's in love with you...

Fuck that guy. Okay?

So, forget about him. Don't worry about him.

It's the part of you that's in love with me

that I'm worried about...

Why do I get the feeling that that was goodbye?

(elevator dings)

- Goodbye, Manny.

- I take it you're not getting any sleep either?

- Why is Luce so fragile?

Did I push her too hard?

Did I expect too much? Is it because we...

...split up?

- Rationally, we must recognize that it's not our fault.

I mean, we never argued in front of them,

we never badmouthed each other.

I mean, jeez, I even moved right next door

so we could stay close.

What more could we have done to make it easier on them?

- By telling them what was going on between us.

They had to figure it out themselves once Naima moved in.

- I think that hit you the hardest.

- I had no objection about you-- - Then why dwell on it?

- Because what does that say about your dynamic with them?

Your dynamic with Lu?

- What are you trying to say?

- I don't know. I'm just...

...I'm wondering if

Lu was insecure because of your chronic avoidance of her.

- My what?

- By your own admission, you didn't want another child.

When she was born you were angry.

Angry with me, fair enough, but you wouldn't go near her.

You wouldn't hold her.

You've always struggled with that.

Maybe Lu sensed it.

Maybe that's why she lacks self-esteem.

(door opening) - Mr. Daniels, Ms. Walker.

(sighing)

- We're just trying to piece together

what led to Lucy's emotional state.

The principal said that you had a few sessions with her

when her grades started slipping.

- I did. At our first meeting, you should know,

and of course, I shared this with Principal Gleeson,

Lucy... flirted so aggressively with me

that I suggested she speak with a female colleague instead.

- Jesus Christ.

- I think she was just testing

whether she could trust me.

But once I called her out on it,

she stopped deflecting and opened up.

She had recently withdrawn from her sport study program,

citing immense pressure.

And she was particularly distressed

about a falling out with friends.

Lucy exhibited a tendency

to belittle herself.

That said, on our subsequent meetings,

she seemed to have improved.

She mentioned having a boyfriend,

and her outlook seemed positive overall.

And genuinely optimistic.

I found her demeanor convincing.

- Did she say anything about us?

- Like many teenagers,

she oscillated between viewing you as superheroes and...

finding you nagging or overbearing.

But what I gleaned from it

is that you are actively involved in her life

and, well, that's a good thing.

(clicking tongue)

(door opening)

(bell ringing)

- I'll catch you later?

(crowd chatter)

Stella?

- Is Lucy okay?

We haven't seen her around.

- No, no she's not.

She's going through a really rough time.

Look, I was hoping that we could talk.

(sighing)

- I don't know--

- I get it. It's uncomfortable,

but I'm just trying to figure out

why Lucy would hurt you in the way that she did.

- Because she was jealous.

- Jealous of what?

- I don't know.

She just didn't feel good enough, I guess.

I think that's why she started acting out all of the sudden.

- What do you mean all of the sudden?

When did this all start?

- I guess it sort of started around

the second qualifying round for the nationals.

(pensive music)

(crowd groaning)

(clapping)

Lu's score brought down our team average,

dropping her into a lower division.

(cheering and clapping)

So Josie had to change her routine.

(pensive music continues)

And...

Lu, she just lost her spark.

After that, she became so angry.

And she started taking it out on us.

On me, mostly.

That's when I found out she was sexting my boyfriend.

Just to hurt me.

- What are you doing with my phone?

- After that day, she stopped coming to gymnastics.

And that's when she met that older guy.

(laughing)

(bell ringing)

I'm sorry, Ms. Walker, I have to go.

- Thank you.

(indiscernible chatter)

Do you have any how much the sports study program costs?

- Of course I do.

- Then how do you justify dropping Lucy

after one bad day of tryouts?

- Tryouts? That was over four months ago.

- She told me that she quit to focus on academics,

and now I know that you just gave up on her.

Do you realizing how humiliating that must have been?

Do you even get how vulnerable kids are at this age?

- Sports is meant to teach resilience

and I'm sorry Lucy just doesn't have it.

She gave up on herself.

And she would've taken the whole team down with her--

- Josie. This is high school,

not the Olympics for Christ's sake.

- Look, no parent wants to see their child fail,

but gymnastics is demanding, it's competitive.

It's my job to push these kids to be their best.

And to tell them the truth

when they just don't have what it takes.

That takes courage.

- No.

It takes courage

to believe in someone who has given up on herself.

And if you don't have that,

you better find the balls to tell her mother about it.

- We've been keeping a close eye on Lucy over the past few days.

It appears she's suffering from major depressive disorder,

or MDD.

(knocking at door)

- Sorry. Parking was a nightmare.

- She's my partner.

I thought she should be here for this.

- Very well.

We feel Lucy is currently at high risk for self-harm.

While recent events have contributed to her depression,

it's possible that there are deeper

underlying issues at play.

For example, unresolved trauma

can dysregulate the body's stress response system.

- When can she come home?

- We've started her on anti-depressants,

but I'd like to keep her under observation a little longer.

(echoing jangle of keys)

(door shutting)

- Why did you bring me here? I wanna go home.

- We wanna help you get better.

- It's not helping.

I hate it.

I'm begging you, please get me out of here.

(♪ Proserpina ♪ by Kate McGarrigle)

♪ Proserpina, Proserpina ♪

♪ Come home to mama ♪

♪ Come home to mama ♪

♪ Proserpina, Proserpina ♪

♪ Come home to mother ♪

♪ Come home to mama now ♪

♪ I shall punish the earth ♪

♪ I shall turn down the heat ♪

♪ I shall take away every morsel to eat ♪

♪ I shall turn every feeling to stone ♪

♪ Where I walk, crying alone ♪

♪ Crying for ♪

♪ Proserpina, Proserpina ♪

♪ Come home to mama ♪

♪ Come home to mama now ♪

(typing on keyboard)

(crickets chirping)

(door opening and shutting)

(approaching footsteps)

- You listen up, when Lucy gets out of the hospital,

we're splitting custody 50-50.

We'll get the lawyers to draw it up.

I'm not gonna stand by any longer while you try

to shut me out of my daughter's life.

- Look, I wasn't trying to accuse you of anything.

I'm just trying to figure out what's going on with Lu--

- Look, I'm tired of being blamed for everything

while you act like you are above reproach.

Do you even know how your decisions have impacted my life?

- We already had a child, Nick. It's not like I--

- I didn't want another child. You knew that.

I just needed some time to process it, to forgive you.

Does that make me a bad guy?

Is that why you kept me away from her, to punish me?

Or to prove yet again that you are the supermom,

the superwoman?

The one who's really in control?

(suspenseful music)

(dissipating footsteps)

(phone voice): Welcome to Plan B Agency.

Using the keypad, select your desired destination.

For the year 2025, press one.

For the year...

(beeping)

You have chosen the year 2025.

(birds chirping)

(phone dinging)

(doorbell ringing)

- Abigail Walker? - Yeah.

(squealing)

Is this really necessary?

(curious music)

- So it came as a complete surprise then?

- Um... sorry, what came as a surprise?

- You were telling me your reaction to being awarded

the Order of Canada in June?

- Oh, uh, no, I mean, yes.

It was... a complete surprise.

- Let's have a look at some of the highlights

of a career marked with social initiatives

and achievements in progress and justice.

- Enough is enough.

(clapping and cheering)

- Hey, I'm so sorry about that.

- Good to know it really happens to the best of us.

(laughing)

(howling wind)

(suspenseful music)

- Ms. Walker?

- Oh, thank you.

(city traffic)

- Hello?

- Hey, Johnathan, it's Abigail Walker.

How are you?

- Hey, Abby. Great to hear from you.

- Yeah, how are your classes going?

- It's busy, but you know. - Great, great, great.

Um, I had a little favor to ask you.

(indiscernible chatter)

- So?

What do you think?

- What do I think about what?

- Circus school?

I mean, you've always loved the circus

and you're so talented.

- What about gymnastics?

- Gymnastics.

(sighing)

I don't know. It's just...

...it's a lot of pressure, isn't it?

- Well, yeah...

but tryouts coming up, plus midterms and everything.

It's hard to find time to train.

- I mean, wasn't gymnastics more of a stepping stone to this?

I mean, you're more than an athlete.

You're an artist.

So I thought, why wait?

- You mean now? - Yeah.

- It's the middle of the semester.

- The director said you could enroll anyway.

Just show them what you got

and I bet they will jump at the opportunity to have you.

- You think so? - Hell yeah.

(triumphant music)

(chuckling)

(energetic music)

Welcome back to the Daily Dawn.

Today, our musical guest is...

- Avant-garde pop icon,

Camille Poliquin, also known as Kroy.

- The one and only.

- This Juno Award winner is known for her unique sound

and haunting vocals, exploring love, loss, and even death.

- Welcome to the show.

- Thank you so much for having me,

it's great to be back in Toronto.

(indiscernible chatter)

- Excuse me?

But what is going on with the new guy,

that has you all acting weird?

- What? Nothing. I'm just...

(clearing throat): ...out of it.

- Yeah, I see you, I see him. I see you seeing him seeing you.

- Easy there, Cat.

We're in a room full of mics that lead straight to HR.

- I never said a thing.

(indiscernible chatter)

(city din)

- Thanks for nothing!

Can you spare some change?

Can you spare some change for food, ma'am?

I'm pregnant. And have nowhere to go.

I left my guy because he's a fighter.

If you know what I mean.

What to get my baby out of there if we're gonna stand a chance.

- I know, Stephanie.

- How do you know my name?

- You... just told me, didn't you?

Do you wanna come with me?

I know a place where you could stay. It's safe.

Come with me.

- How are you sure she has borderline personality disorder?

Was she assessed?

- You'll understand when you talk to her.

- Well, we don't have the resources

to accommodate and to--

- I know, but we have to.

We have to launch a program for it.

- Okay, well, that requires funding and more personnel.

- Well, we're recruit more staff

and we'll double our fundraising goals.

With the election looming, the Premier has no choice

but to back us if he has any hopes of reelection.

And I have a meeting with a minister to discuss a subsidy.

I'll arrange one with him this summer.

And all signs point to a cabinet reshuffle on the horizon.

(cheerful music)

Don't you think?

(laughing): Jesus, Abigail. Slow down.

(indiscernible chatter)

(suspenseful music)

- Hi.

- What are you doing here?

- Well... I have an idea.

- What kind of idea?

- I think you should consider quitting your job.

- But you've always told me you wanted me to be independent?

- Yeah, so that's where my idea comes in.

I will pay you a salary

to focus on your studies, plus bonus if you get your grades up.

- It has been a lot.

- Yeah.

- I don't think I can do that

circus program audition tomorrow.

I don't feel ready.

- What, you don't need to prepare anything elaborate.

The director just wants to see what you can do.

- I'm struggling with my new routine.

And national gymnastic tryouts are next week.

- Well, then do an older routine you feel more comfortable with.

- And what if I get in?

What about gymnastics and what about my friends?

- We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.

I need you to believe in yourself.

Okay, make this deal with me, Lu.

(melancholic music)

(indiscernible chatter)

- She's got a strong foundation. We can definitely work with her.

We just need to discuss some accommodations

for her sports study program and her academic performance

requires a little bit of attention.

- Her grades won't be a problem, I promise, Johnathan.

(chuckling)

Josie is going to understand.

- No, it's not that.

I just... I don't wanna stop gymnastics.

I know it's been hard, but I really think I can be better

if I focus and put in the work.

I can do circus academy next year, maybe.

- There might not be a spot for you next year.

- I know, but this is what I want.

- Sweetie, your friends are still gonna be your friends.

You'll meet new friends in circus school.

I just think that the circus is what you need right now.

- I thought it was supposed to be my choice.

Because it's starting to sound like it's yours.

- You're right, I'm sorry.

It's just...

...never mind.

- Okay, I'll see you later.

- Have fun.

(sighing)

(soft music)

- Mom, come on. Let's go.

Are you trying to make me late for try outs?

(sighing): No, I just can't find my...

...my lid.

(plastic thudding)

(soft music continues)

Wait, hold on.

Yes.

Ultimately, it is your choice.

But can you tell me the real reason

that you're backing out of the circus academy?

(sighing)

- I'm scared.

- What?

Of what?

- That I'm not good enough.

- Honey...

they already want you.

And circus isn't about comparisons like gymnastics.

It's about creativity and teamwork.

I mean, wouldn't you rather be a part of something

that's about creation and not competition?

- There's always competition.

Have you seen those girls at the academy?

They're all tall and graceful and beautiful.

I stick out like a sore thumb.

- Sweetie.

(whispering): You are beautiful.

- No, I'm not.

- Lu.

(sighing)

Oh, my God. You are stunning.

Trust me.

- You're my mom, you have to say that.

Plus...

...I'll never be as beautiful as you.

(somber music)

- Well, that's not how I see myself.

Not even close.

If you feel that way, maybe we need to trade perspectives.

You look at yourself through my eyes.

And I'll look at myself through yours.

(whispering): Okay.

- Come here.

(somber music continues)

(triumphant music)

(indiscernible chatter)

That was great.

He's cute, you should invite him to your party.

- Mom, can you not? - What?

Did Lucy tell you guys how well it's going at circus school?

- No, but we can tell.

I'm honestly so proud of her.

- Okay, I need a link to like,

everything you're wearing right now.

Where are you off to? - Oh, just a little work party.

- Speaking of which, aren't you running late?

- Loud and clear.

(exaggerated kissing noise)

And remember, you don't have to drink

nearly as much as you think you do to have a good time.

- We heard you the first time.

God, we should have the party at Stella's like we planned.

- I'm going, I'm going. Bye!

- Bye. - Bye.

(cheering)

- To the number one morning show,

not to mention reigning supreme

among women in the 25 to 54 demographic.

(cheering and clapping)

(singing ♪ I Drove All Night ♪ by Celine Dion)

♪ The long straight road ahead ♪

♪ Uh-huh, yeah ♪

- I think they need to quit their day job.

♪ Your arms open wide ♪

♪ This fever for you was just burning me up inside ♪

- Oh, yeah!

♪ I drove all night ♪

♪ To get to you ♪

(laughs)

(Felix): All good here. Lu's pacing herself.

Nobody puked, but someone did manage

to break one of your unbreakable fable glasses.

- Hey, who's Lu been talking to tonight?

- Uh... well, when I was there I think

she was talking to that circus dude?

(people cheering)

- Thank you for keeping an eye on things.

Love you.

(sighing)

(energetic club music continues to play)

(haunting pop song)

(♪ You Were The One ♪ by Nicholas Hill)

- Oh, you don't mind if our elbows are touching, do you?

- No. - Okay.

It's kind of a kink of mine.

Elbow touching.

- Hmm. - Yeah.

You... you have a look about you.

- Oh, yeah?

What kind of look is that?

- Trouble.

- Thank you for reminding me.

- Reminding you of what?

- How much I enjoyed that.

- By that, do you mean the...

...intertwining of two souls

meeting in the throes of passion?

(chuckling)

Oh, you're welcome.

(sighing)

- That can't happen again though.

- What, but...

...once is really not enough

to experience the full breadth of my...

...sexual talents.

Well...

(sighing)

Then we better make it a doubleheader.

Because after tonight...

(chuckling)

(whispering): ...this never happened.

(somber music)

(cheerful music)

(indiscernible chatter)

(singing)

(all laugh)

See this sentence? It's too long.

It obscures what you're trying to communicate.

Lu?

We're trying to get your grades up here.

- What are you talking about? This couldn't be more clear.

- Yes, it could and you could make a stronger argument.

If it were me, I would say:

"What distinguishes literature from other artforms,

is the ease and precision with which it can simplify

complex subjects, like love and death."

This whole other part is redundant.

(sighing)

Hey.

So, I was thinking about how I want the kids to be in Ottawa

when I receive the Order of Canada.

- Yeah, that was the plan.

- Well, I was thinking that I want their father there too.

Maybe we could go out for a nice dinner

and celebrate Lucy's academic success as well?

I mean, Naima's more than welcome, obviously.

- You know that she works weekends.

Besides, I'm sure that wasn't what you had in mind.

- Well, just tell her she's invited.

I think the kids will love it

and I would love to have the whole family together.

(peaceful music)

- What are you having?

(sighing)

- Your dad's gonna pull his classic move

and order something he saw on another table.

- Okay, and your mom's gonna get stuck in menu limbo,

regretting her choice the second she sees mine.

- And then I'm gonna ask you to switch.

(chuckling)

- Why aren't you guys together anymore?

- Where did that come from?

- Uh... well, um.

We split up because...

...we weren't in love anymore.

We were more like friends, you know?

And we thought it would be easier on you guys if we said

that we were just taking a break.

And dad moving next door was only temporary.

But we knew that was a lie

and we should have been honest with you.

- That's too bad.

You guys make a cute couple.

(chuckling)

- And that's why you were blindsided when Naima showed up.

It must've seemed like it came out of nowhere,

but you can't fault your father for wanting to move on, right?

- At that point in time,

your mother and I weren't together.

I know, I know, she didn't talk to you both first,

but everything happened so fast.

- Okay, uh... we gonna order or what?

Right? Salmon tartare, that looks good.

- Hey, no duckfaces, this isn't for Instagram.

(camera shutter sound)

Thank you so much.

Oh, that's great.

Oh, honey, no. You've had enough.

- Can we go to the outdoor concert at City Hall?

- Uh, you know, we have an early start tomorrow.

The ceremony's at nine, so I don't think it's a good idea.

- I wouldn't mind checking out the concert too.

- Okay, well as long as you guys stick together

and no fighting, please.

- What do you mean? We never fight.

- Hmm.

- And back to the hotel as soon as the concert's over.

- Yes, mother.

(elevator dings)

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Why did you tell them that we weren't in love anymore?

- I-I just thought that it was...

...time to be honest with them.

- Might have been honest for you,

but I was still in love with you.

The breakup was tough on me, but so was parenting with you.

You made me feel like I couldn't do anything right.

Especially with Lu.

You held it against me that I didn't want her at first.

And that I... couldn't take her in my arms.

If I could go back, I'd change all of that.

- You know, it was hard for me too.

When Naima moved in with you.

I knew it was over between us,

but I just kept asking myself...

...why her?

- Meaning?

- She's so different than I am.

- Just... easy with her.

We're a team. I feel supported, accepted, and seen.

And when we make love we...

...she just knows how to let herself go.

- Wait? Let her...

...self go?

As opposed to what exactly?

- I mean, come on, you know.

- No, I don't.

- We talked about this all the time.

(sighing)

- Well, then remind me.

- Those times where we really took that time. You know?

When we really made love and let ourselves go.

After which, you jumped out of bed right away.

It was uncomfortable for you...

...we had to put some distance between us

like the connection was too much for you.

- So, what? It was...

...17 years of bad sex?

- I'm not talking about sex.

I'm talking about intimacy, vulnerability...

It's just not easy for you, that's all.

Night.

(melancholic music continues)

Yeah, I'll let you know when we get through tomorrow.

(knocking at door)

Yeah. Yeah.

Uh, yeah, okay.

Alright, me too.

- I just want you to know.

I think you're a good man.

And I think you're a great father.

(heavy breathing)

(sighing)

(pensive music)

Never let myself go?

(chuckling)

Not even once?

(pensive music continues)

And?

The letting go. On a scale of one to ten?

- Nine? - Nine!

I haven't even looked at my phone.

Even though I'm not, not thinking about the kids.

- Definitely a six. - Oh, my God.

(laughing)

(phone ringing)

- Oh, it's Felix. Shh.

Hey, are you heading back?

- Mom, I don't know what to do.

Lu's getting hammered with some guy at the bar

and she won't come back to the hotel with me.

- What? Put her on the phone.

- I can't see them anymore.

- Well, where are you?

- Grenade on York Street.

- Okay, well, stay there, okay? I'm coming.

- What's going on?

(phone beeping)

- Hey, it's Lucy, leave me a message.

- Lu, call me right now.

(suspenseful music)

(indiscernible chatter)

(suspenseful music continues)

(beeping)

- Hey, it's Lucy, leave me a message.

- Lucy, please call me.

(sighing)

Oh, my God.

I've got my phone synced to hers, I can track her location.

Shit! - What? Since when?

- No that was last time, I should have done it this time.

What does this guy look like? How old is he?

- I don't know like, 30 maybe? - 30?

And you let him walk out the door with her?

- I tried to stop her--

- It's not his fault, panicking won't help, Abby.

- Of course she's gonna do this. What the hell was I thinking?

What the fuck did we do, Nick?

- Yeah, she was last seen with an older man...

(sighing)

- I think took off that way.

- We'll search the parking lot near the train tracks.

Lots of folks go there to...

- I'm gonna head back to the hotel.

- Are you serious? - No, that's a good idea.

Just tell us if she shows up, okay?

(police radios chiming)

(suspenseful music)

(police radios chiming)

(tense music)

- You son of a bitch.

- What's the problem, officer?

- She's a child and she's intoxicated you fucking pervert!

- Jesus.

Oh, my God. Are you okay?

- Do you know how old she is? She's 15!

- She told me she was 19. - Are you blind?

- Calm down, sir. We don't want you in trouble too.

- Jesus Christ.

I can't trust...

(sighing)

(elevator dinging)

(sighing)

(heavy breathing)

Why did you do this?

- Abigail...

- Answer me, Lu.

What was it? Was it all too good?

Were we all too happy and you had to mess things up?

I didn't raise you to be like this, did I?

Tell me what I did wrong.

Tell me what I'm supposed to do with you!

I'm completely lost, I'm just so--

- Ashamed?

Just say it, it's okay.

I'm a disgusting slut. I know how you see me.

- How could you say such a thing?

- Lucy. Look at me, sweetie.

Nobody here thinks that about you.

- I suck at school...

I only got in the circus program because

the director's one of your fans.

I'm never gonna be like you.

(sighing)

- Like what?

- Perfect.

(sniffling)

I know you want me to be, but I can't.

I don't know what's wrong with me, I'm sorry.

(sniffling)

(somber music continues)

(echoing): For over a decade,

Abigail Walker has been a transformative force

in Canadian society.

Her unwavering advocacy for survivors of domestic abuse,

particularly through her groundbreaking

Fight Of Our Life march,

has empowered women of all walks.

Providing them with the tools to heal and rebuild their lives.

A model for all of us.

Abigail embodies the spirit of service and compassion.

And so it is with great honour that the Governor General

invests Abigail Walker into the Order of Canada.

(clapping)

(somber music continues)

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