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- Alex, just open the door. - It appears she's suffering

from major depressive disorder.

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

(phone voice): Welcome to Plan B Agency.

- You were telling me your reaction

to being awarded the Order of Canada in June?

- Circus school.

I mean, you've always loved the circus and you're so talented.

- What is going on with the new guy

that has you all acting weird?

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

- No.

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

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

when I receive the Order of Canada.

Well, I want their father there too.

- Mom, Lu's getting hammered with some guy

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

- Are you blind? She's a child and she's intoxicated,

you fucking pervert!

- I'm never gonna be like you.

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

(whimpering): Mommy?

- Lu, what's the matter?

Did you have a bad dream, Lu?

- Come snuggle in with us, sweetie--

- No, no, no, sweetie. I'll take her back.

- There was a monster chasing me,

but I couldn't run away

because there's holes all over the floor.

- You know what you're gonna do if you see that monster again?

You're gonna look him in the eye

and you're gonna tell him you're not scared, okay?

(whimpering)

- But I am scared.

- Don't be.

That's the trick.

He'll disappear, you'll see.

Goodnight.

(melancholic music)

(theme song)

(somber music)

(suitcase zipping)

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

(phone voice): Your current subscription to Plan B

expires in 64 days.

You must wait until your current trip has expired

before making a new request.

(whispering): Shit.

(somber music)

(door opening)

(man on video): Yesterday she confirmed she'd be gracing us

with her presence here this morning.

And now, poof, she cancels all her Ottawa interviews.

I would like to officially award Abigail Walker

the prize for Toronto elitism

and blatant disregard for the little guy.

- Rory sent it to me, I...

(host): Why did she say she was cancelling?

(co-host): Family reasons. (laughing)

- Oh, please, her family's her top priority?

Give me a break.

(suspenseful music)

- When's the last time you said it?

- You said it yesterday. (door opening)

- Good morning.

(energetic music playing on speakers)

- How is the outrage machine running today?

- We're back at the Red Pill Report,

and do we have a plot twist for you.

We have the honour of being joined, after all,

by her excellency, Abigail Walker,

who was awarded the Order of Canada this morning,

and managed to carve some time out from her family obligation--

- Wait, wait, wait. Aren't you going to introduce me properly?

You know, the hypocrite, snob, self-serving elitist,

now that you have to say it to my face?

- Well, after all your Toronto media love,

skipping the nation's capital seemed a bit... calculated.

- To be honest, no.

I wasn't exactly thrilled to support a show

where the host fans the flames of his audience's fear

and bigotry just because he has nothing intelligent to say.

- Wow, Abigail Walker, live and unfiltered, everyone.

- Hey, look, I'm the voice of real people, okay?

Not the latte sipping, virtue signalers

who guilt trip hardworking folks

into funding their vanity projects.

- Preach.

- And as a fellow woman, by the way,

I think it is tragic that you prop up this idiot.

Because no legitimate broadcaster

would ever dream of hiring you.

And, seriously, Carson,

when did you become such a piece of shit?

What, are you not getting laid anymore?

Is that why you and your band of incels vacation in Thailand?

I mean, we all know you're a shit golfer,

so it can't be that.

But I bet you've got a loyalty card

for the rub and tugs of Carlsen Road.

- Uh, we're going to break, folks.

- What? Whatever happened to the fearless

champion of freedom of expression?

- You're gonna regret this, bitch.

- Well, thank you for having me. This has been...

...enlightening.

(door opening)

- Was that really necessary?

- Nicely done, mom. That guy's an idiot.

(somber music)

(phone dings)

(phone dings)

(car doors shutting)

- Lu asked if she could stay with us tonight.

Is that okay with you?

- Okay.

- Um, I can come and stay with you.

If you don't wanna be alone.

- No, it's okay, sweetie. I'm fine.

- Hey! How was Ottawa? How was the ceremony?

Tell me everything!

- Uh, it was great. - Great.

- Well, I made a nice, big dinner,

so you guys can fill me in on what I missed.

- I'm pretty beat, so I think I'm just gonna head home.

Text me later, okay?

- Hey. - Hi, baby.

(pensive music)

(Abigail): I'm never gonna be like you.

What, she thinks I'm...

...perfect. What am I supposed to do with that?

- Well, I mean, you could tell her

the dark, unfiltered truth about her mother.

You know?

(sighing)

My God... is there anything wrong with you though?

- Oh. - You floss, right?

No, seriously, I'm so sorry, I'm coming up dry.

- Just why is she so unhappy?

Why is she so obsessed with men?

Did I do that or was she born this way?

- She's 15, she's gonna rebel, she's gonna push boundaries,

like, we did that with our moms.

I mean, seriously, did you turn out the way

your mom wanted you to?

- No. Thank God. - Huh, there you go.

- My mother wouldn't have been content

unless I was a housewife like her.

And not even content with domesticity like...

...a martyr.

- Hmm.

- Oh, if only your father hadn't left us...

I swear, by the end, even in the hospital,

it took everything I had

to go sit with her.

I couldn't stomach it.

- Hmm.

- But what would I give to have one more day with her.

- Sure sounds like it.

- No, I love my mom, I do.

It just... even in my young age,

I knew in my bones I didn't want to be like her.

- Hey, maybe that's what Lu's doing.

You know, she's trying to be anything but what you are,

and in this case, more like your mom, you know?

- Yeah, but that's not Lu.

I'm just afraid that she doesn't accept herself,

or like herself and that's why she keeps looking outside for...

- No, you love her. That's what matters. That's it.

(sighing)

- I just need to know what I could've done differently.

- What difference does it make?

I mean, really, you can't change the past, Abby.

(pensive music)

- Abby,

we've gotten hundreds of emails about your Fleming interview.

I know that you would prefer not to talk about it,

but I honestly think we can't pretend it didn't happen.

- I got it. Sword contest.

First person that can prove that what Abby said is actually true,

free trip to Thailand.

- Like, the more we talk about it,

the more we draw attention to that whiney prick.

- That whiney prick is threatening to sue us.

- Yeah, of course he is, because he's desperate for publicity.

- You already gave him that, Abby.

And the guys upstairs can't understand why.

Why would the star of our morning show

stoop to the level of defamatory innuendo?

Our lawyers are saying if we don't fire you,

it'll be perceived as a tacit endorsement.

Which is why you...

...need to deliver a retraction and an apology

on tomorrow morning's show.

- I'm sorry, Louis,

I didn't mean to cause trouble for the network.

I'll apologize. - Thank you.

(Abigail): Did you talk to her?

- She has no explanation as to why she did what she did.

But she assures me that it will never happen again.

- Why is she so vulnerable?

Why is she so...

...susceptible to men who wanna hurt her?

Like, where's her self-esteem?

- She learned her lesson. It's one incident.

- I wouldn't be so sure about that.

- I imposed a curfew.

No parties, no sleepovers,

no screens at night, not until trust is restored.

- I take it she's gonna be staying at yours then?

- I don't know. It might do us both some good.

(sighing)

- Yeah, you're probably right.

(groaning)

- You okay? Sit down.

(exhaling)

Your hands are clammy.

(sighing): I probably just...

...forgot to eat breakfast, or something.

- We should talk about what happened in Ottawa.

Between us, I mean.

- Well, I think we both understand.

- It was lovely, but...

- Yeah. I enjoyed it too, but...

...just try not to beat yourself up about it.

- I'm working on it.

- I won't always understand

or agree with the choices you make.

And that can make me angry.

But what I need you to understand...

...is that I love you.

No matter what.

(bag zipping)

- Can I go now?

(melancholic music)

(sighing)

- And lastly, the prairies are sizzling

with temperatures soaring into the mid 30s.

So, please, everyone, stay hydrated,

and seek shade during the hottest parts of the day.

- Ready four. - And...

- Standing by. - ...speaking of shade...

- Thank you, Cat.

- Up two. - On cue.

- I'd like to take a moment this morning to talk about regret.

There are choices I've made in my life

that I wish that I could take back.

And some of them more recent than others.

My network executives and our advertisers

have asked me to apologize for some of the things

that I said while in Ottawa the other morning.

(inhaling deeply)

Actually...

...you know what?

I'm not even remotely sorry.

So I won't be extending any forced apologies

to an ignorant, contrarian, bigoted moron,

whose singular talent is to provoke and divide.

But let it be known, I only speak for myself.

My team both in front of and behind the camera,

as well as the network don't endorse these views.

And... that's all I have to say on the matter.

We'll be back after the break.

(energetic music)

(breathlessly): Hey.

You wanna touch elbows?

(scoffing)

Fuck yeah.

(indiscernible chatter and gasps)

♪ I need a kiss ♪

♪ Why can't I get just one screw? ♪

♪ Why can't I get just one screw? ♪

♪ Believe me, I'd know what to do ♪

♪ But something won't let me make love to you ♪

♪ Day after day ♪

♪ I get angry and I will say ♪

♪ That the day is in my sight ♪

♪ When I take a bow and say goodnight ♪

- Oh, the mush is kicking me hard...

(music continues playing on speakers)

Why do we have fingernails?

Oh, jeez, what?

- The ceiling's being weird...

♪ 'Cause he went downtown and he got him a gun ♪

♪ Don't shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me ♪

I've always wanted a statement wall.

But I never had the balls.

I always chickened out before I could find a color.

- What color would you use?

♪ Don't shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me ♪

(chuckling)

Me?

♪ Don't shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me ♪

♪ Know you've got my sympathy ♪

♪ But don't shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me ♪

(groaning)

(laughing)

(phone ringing)

Don't do that.

- Oh...

(laughing)

(music continues playing in background)

Hello, you have reached the voicemail of Abigail Walker.

- Abigail?

(gasps) Louis!

How did you know that wasn't my voicemail?

- Look, I'm gonna need you to come see me

at the office this afternoon.

- Well, actually, I'm...

I'm working on a personal project this afternoon.

- Well, you're gonna have to put it aside to come speak with me.

It's time sensitive.

- Well, if it's that time sensitive

then why don't you tell me now?

- Alright, I didn't wanna do this like this, but...

...I'm terminating you.

- You're not the Terminator!

- Abby, you're fired.

And we're not renewing the show in September either.

- Okay, bye! Thanks for calling.

(kissing noises)

- Abby, they killed the show. What did you do?

- Hmm.

(whimpering)

(door opening)

- Oh, Lu.

- I just need to grab my running shoes.

- Um, oh, God.

Uh... they're in your closet.

(sighing)

Lu...

(chuckling)

I mean, see?

Whoever said that I was perfect?

(phone ringing)

(door opening)

(door shutting)

(phone ringing)

Hi.

- They can't just throw ten years down the drain

because of one tiny, massive mistake.

- Don't worry about me, okay? I'll be fine.

- Well, I'm trying not to, but what is going on with you?

Like, is it... burnout?

Are you just like, done with the media business?

- No, not at all.

Look, broadcasting is...

is my life, I'll land on my feet.

- I mean, I don't doubt it, Abby, but like, why so messy?

Are you in Gestalt therapy?

(chuckling)

- Look, it's fine, okay? I've got a...

...Plan B.

- Well, then if that's the case,

I am handing in my notice and coming with you.

- Wait, no, no, no. Don't do that okay? Just, um...

...just hang tight, I'll call you back, okay?

- Okay.

- So you have a plan B?

- Hmm, that coffee smells nice.

(chuckling)

- I didn't even make it yet. - I know.

It's so impressive.

- Some of our biggest donors have pulled their support

because of... I don't even know how to describe it.

The erratic things you said in Ottawa.

Ticket sales for the fundraiser have stalled completely.

Your mental health program

doesn't function without money, Abigail.

Now what are we supposed to do?

- I can undo all of it, okay?

You... just have to trust me.

- Okay....

Okay...

(enchanting music)

(clapping and cheering)

- So I hear you're seeing someone.

- Uh... yeah, it's nothing serious though.

I guess Lu told you.

- Yeah.

We'll you'll be happy to hear that Lu is doing well.

Have you seen her grades? - Mm-hmm.

- It's not just that, I mean,

she's listening without fighting, she's home by curfew.

She's even nice to...

(chuckling): Nice to Naima.

Things are going so well,

we're hoping to take her to Marseilles with us in July.

See Naima's sister. - Yeah.

- It's a nice idea, but I don't think she'll go for it.

- She already said yes.

Look, we think it would be good for her.

Now, we just wish that we could convince Felix to go too.

(chuckling)

(indiscernible chatter)

- Hey.

- Sweetheart, you were fantastic.

(kissing)

- Congratulations, sweetie, that was amazing.

- Pretty cool, not gonna lie.

(scoffing) (chuckling)

- Hey, hey...

Can I congratulate you too?

(melancholic music)

You were wonderful.

- I messed up my tumble. - Well, I wouldn't have guessed.

(melancholic music continues)

(melancholic music)

- Hey.

Here, hug me properly.

(car door opening)

When you get back, the two of us are gonna

go on a trip together, okay?

Just the two of us.

(melancholic music continues)

(door opening)

(indiscernible chatter)

(clearing throat)

- What are we doing, Abby?

I don't mean like,

what are we, I'm just...

...just feels like everything's really intense between us.

It's like you're on death row, or something.

Is that what it is? Are you on death row?

- You know, you're right.

This is the best pho I've ever had.

- Okay. Don't...

...don't do that. Don't deflect.

I'm asking you what is this?

What are we doing?

What do you want?

- I have this overwhelming urge to kiss you right now.

(pensive music continues)

- Well, in that case the question can wait.

(keys jangling)

(chuckling)

- Why are you in my bed?

(chuckling)

Excuse me?

Are you drunk?

- I said I could take ten shots

and walk across the terrace on my hands

without puking.

(laughing)

- What, didn't they ban hazing in school?

- No, no, it wasn't for frosh, I...

...I was trying to impress a girl.

She's in my theatre class.

(chuckling)

(sighing)

(chuckling)

- Do you feel like you need to drink to loosen up?

To not be so serious all the time?

- No, I... I'm only serious around you guys.

- I see.

I miss my little goofball.

- Hmm.

- So this girl...

...is that why you didn't want to go to France?

- Nah, I only just met her. I...

...I wanted to stay here with you.

I didn't want you to be alone.

- You're a sweetheart.

- You've been so focused on Lu lately,

feels like I'm not even on your radar anymore.

- I'm sorry if I made you feel that way.

It is impossible...

...to love one of your children more than the other.

You'll see on day if you decide to become a father.

- The room is spinning. - Oh, gosh.

Put one of your feet on the floor.

I'm gonna get you some water.

And just try not to puke on my bed, okay?

- A divemaster took us to this amazing site.

We saw groupers, we saw rays,

beautiful coral reefs.

But Lucy, she went snorkeling instead.

- Breathing underwater is just weird and unnatural.

- We sunbathed with the narrows with some of Lucy's new friends.

We got quite the tan, didn't we?

- How about you guys? How are things going there?

- Um, nothing really to report.

I mean, Felix tried to break the world record

for long distance... hand walking while shitfaced?

(laughing)

- Wait, wait, I need more information.

- Okay, um, it was a frosh party and I decided to...

(suspenseful music)

- Whenever I see that dog house I just wanna smash it to bits.

Why does she still keep that thing?

- For her next boyfriend. - Hey.

Say what you want, that fucking dog loved me.

It was a good dog. She was good to me

until she ate my face.

And I don't wanna talk about that.

Okay? It was a shit day,

and now we're gonna drink.

- When did you guys find out? - This morning.

Louis is revamping

the morning format for fall.

We're all turfed.

- I'm sorry. Okay? I didn't think that--

- No, no. They're taking it way too far.

I mean, you're the number one morning show host

in the country, they can't just fire you

for blowing off some steam.

- You know, actually, I think your little rant was bullshit.

You didn't think for one second

about your team or your crew before you opened your big,

self-righteous mouth.

It was completely selfish and incredibly immature.

And, since we're all in favour of blowing off some steam,

I don't know what you were thinking.

Attacking Fleming like that?

Thinking that there would be no blowback?

And I sure as hell don't understand what you were doing,

fucking our director as if that wasn't gonna make things

awkward as shit for everyone who works here.

(pensive music continues)

- Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy.

- What's up?

- I got my note of legal action the Ottawa shock jock

and my pink slip from the network.

- Brutal.

(sighing): Yeah.

- Well, Megan always says bad news comes in pairs, so...

- Oh...

Megan, you say?

- Don't do that.

- Is she your girlfriend?

- I don't know. I guess.

I hope so.

- Felix, tell me everything. - No, Mom, jeez.

- Just the basics then. What's she like?

- She's smart, and she's beautiful.

She thinks I'm funny.

- Oh, my gosh! You are in love.

When do I get to meet her?

- You know that feeling?

I think we've all had it, everyone here.

Uh, when a dog chews off your face?

(crowd laughing)

Just me?

I mean, I guess I should've known

when my dog started doing this.

(crowd laughing)

I was like, "Are you smiling?"

Bet you didn't see it coming. I mean, that's the best.

When people are like, "I bet you didn't see it coming."

It's like, "Yeah, no, I did actually see it coming."

Like, I saw it coming from across the room.

I saw it bounding towards me, I saw it gnawing my face.

(crowd laughing)

(imitating dog)

Yeah, I had like, front row. I was like, an inch away.

I saw it coming.

(crowd laughing)

(energetic music playing on speakers)

Thank you, everybody!

(indiscernible chatter)

Stop looking at them!

- I can't, they're so cute.

I mean, when he went to... No, if he would've...

gone to France with his father they...

...would never have even met. Isn't that wild?

- Yeah, I get it, but...

...whatever, just stop looking at her.

You're gonna freak the poor girl out.

- Your set was wall to wall banger,

you are going to kill it if you headline.

- Well, funny you should say that

because I was talking to a production company about a tour,

and... they said yes.

- What? Are you kidding me?

- No. - That's amazing!

- I know. - Wait, so...

are you not mad at me for getting us all fired?

- I could literally kiss you

for liberating me from those golden handcuffs.

Honestly, if you hadn't shut off your big, beautiful mouth,

I just... never would have moved on,

so... I am forever grateful, bitch.

(indiscernible chatter)

- I think our Uber is coming out on that corner.

- You know, I would have loved to do that.

- What? Standup comedy?

- No, just theatre in general.

With Megan.

- You'd be amazing at it.

- Well, then why don't you?

- I don't know, you're a celebrity.

Everyone would just call me a nepo baby.

- What? No. - Any change to spare?

- You should never let my career get in the way

of what you wanna do.

- You're telling me you don't have five fucking dollars?

Bullshit!

Yeah, I'm talking to you, asshole!

You can at least look me in the eye.

Fuck you!

- Mom, come on.

(crickets chirping)

(phone ringing)

- Hey, what's up?

(Lucy): Hi, mom.

- What's going on? What time is it there?

Shouldn't you be sleeping?

- It's almost three.

I just wanted to talk to you.

- At three in the morning? What's going on? What happened?

- I just read on X

that they're replacing you on your show.

It's so unfair.

- I know, sweetie.

It's fine.

- I can't believe they would just do that to you

after all this time.

And everything you did for them.

- Honestly...

...I'm okay.

- Did you see what they're saying about you online?

- No.

I don't really read that garbage.

And you shouldn't either.

You should be enjoying your vacation.

Looks like you're having a great time.

You sure you're okay?

- I was worried about you.

That's all.

- You're sweet.

I hope you know that about yourself.

- I love you, Mom.

- Lucy?

Will you promise me you're okay?

- Nice.

I say I love you and you think there's something wrong with me.

(sighing)

- You're right.

You're right, I'm sorry.

I'm glad you called.

- I better go.

We can't afford the phone bill now that you're unemployed.

(chuckling)

- Ha, ha.

I love you too.

More than you could ever imagine.

- Okay. Bye.

- Bye.

(intriguing music continues)

(phone ringing)

(Nick): Hey.

- Hey, Nick.

- Is everything okay?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's fine.

I was just, um... it's probably nothing.

I just... wondering how everything's going with Lu.

- Things are a little turbulent here.

- What? What do you mean? What happened?

- Almost as soon as we got here,

Lu met a boy she liked.

I think she was infatuated with him, but...

he didn't feel the same way, he just...

...wanted to have a good time.

She came back to the hotel in tears, saying she wanted to...

...die and-- - Jesus!

Nick, why didn't you call me?

- Because I was handling it.

She's 15, she'll get over it.

- No, she won't, Nick.

God.

- Don't worry. We're heading home tomorrow.

(sighing)

(somber music)

(pitter patter of rain)

(door opening)

(somber music continues)

- You wanna tell me what happened?

- You're still here?

- My little girl's heart's broken.

Where else would I be?

You'll understand one day if you decide to have kids.

- I don't wanna have kids.

What if they turn out like me?

- Don't say that.

- I don't like myself, Mom.

I'd do anything to be someone else.

(somber music continues)

(keys jangling)

(indiscernible chatter)

(door shutting)

(sniffling)

- Why did you bring me here?

I wanna go home.

(melancholic music)

- I know you think I let Lucy down on that trip...

...but you can at least say it to my face.

The silence is killing me.

- Dad, come on. This is not the time.

- What? I... hey...

I think you're a great father.

And... I should've given you the space

to be able to show it a long time ago.

I'll see you at home.

(somber music)

(phone dinging)

(phone voice): Welcome to Plan B Agency.

(knocking at door)

Using the keypad,

please enter your credit card number.

- Come on in.

- For the year 2025, press one.

For the year 2024, press two.

The length of your trip selection

requires a wire transfer to the following account.

Transit number 8-9-0-0-5.

(somber music continues)

- If this is a bad time--

- No, no, no. I'm sorry about that.

- I know I can't just show up here whenever I want.

I just, I hadn't heard from you in a couple of weeks...

- I know. I'm sorry. It's just...

...just have a lot going on, and it's...

...it's not you.

- I know it's not.

Well, you know that I'm here for you.

I would like to take care of you.

- Manny...

...I don't know how to say this.

- I think you just did.

- No, no, no, no. You-you...

...you don't understand.

- Well, help me understand then.

You just have to tell me.

I can handle it. Really, just, just...

...just let me know.

(sighing)

- I love you.

I think you deserve to know that.

(sighing)

But just not in this lifetime.

Okay?

(suspenseful music)

(sighing)

(door shutting)

(suspenseful music continues)

(sighing)

(laughing)

- OJ? - Yeah.

- Good. That's all we got.

Hey, mom. - Good morning, Ms. Walker.

- Mom? You okay?

(doorbell ringing)

- I'm sorry.

(chuckling)

- Abigail Walker?

(intriguing music)

(whimpering): Mommy?

Mommy...

- Come snuggle in with us, sweetie.

(intriguing music continues)

- There was monster chasing me

but I couldn't run away

because there's holes all over the floor.

Everywhere I was stepping on,

I was gonna fall through into the dark.

- Hmm, you're scared, sweetie?

(whimpering): Yeah.

(whispering): Okay, well, mommy and daddy are here, okay?

The monster's gone. You're safe.

Sleep, sweetie.

(suspenseful music)

- Wakey, wakey! - Wakey.

- Good morning!

Don't sleep all day.

- It's seven o'clock.

- Yep. - Is it really?

- I'm hungry!

- I'll go. I'll go, I'll go, I'll go.

(Felix cheering)

- Woah, see you later, mom. Let's go!

- Okay, okay.

(indiscernible chatter)

(intriguing music)

(sighing)

(intriguing music)

- No, no, stop!

(dishes clanging)

- What?

(Felix cheering)

- How cool would I look with one eyebrow?

- Oh, monobrow man, I like that. Here you go, honey.

Let me mash that. Let me mash that.

Here we go, here we go. - Woah.

- Woah, that is cool!

- Uh oh.

Uh oh.

- Am I cool with my mustache too?

- My little girl has a mighty, mighty mustache.

Can I get a mighty, mighty mustache kiss?

Come here! I got you.

- I want one too!

(children screaming playfully)

- Oh, how about you?

- Muah, muah, muah.

(children laughing)

- Hmm? No?

- Oh!

Oh!

(chuckling)

(piano playing)

(sighing): I cannot stand that piano.

Funny he didn't mention he was a musician

before signing the lease, huh?

Did you tell him he can't play before 10 A.M.?

- Uh...

...yeah?

- Okay. - Hello? It's me.

- Yay, grandma!

(Felix): Hi, grandma.

(Grandma): Hello, my little munchkins.

(Lucy): Grandma! Look at our mustaches.

- You okay?

- I forgot...

- You think you can avoid...

getting into a screaming match?

- Oh, that is one special hug for Grandma, sweetie.

How did you know that I brought surprises?

Here you go.

They're good luck charms for your school bags.

They'll protect you, huh?

- A princess? - Mm-hmm.

- Thank you, Grandma.

- You're such a big girl now, it's your first day of school.

Grandma is so proud of you.

- I don't wanna go.

- You don't know what to expect, huh?

- Okay, okay. We better get going

if we don't wanna be late, alright?

Come on, guys. Go get dressed.

Get your lunches and your school bags. Abby?

- Yeah, let's go.

- You look pale, are you ill?

(grunting)

- No, I'm just happy to see you.

- Happy to see me? You really are ill.

(chuckling)

(children chatter in hallway)

- You don't wanna go in?

Well, how about I come in with you

and I will stay until you're ready?

Okay?

Okay.

- Love you.

Okay? Have a great day.

- Okay.

(melancholic music)

- Come in.

Hey, Abby. What's up?

- I've had a change of heart.

I don't wanna host the morning show anymore.

- You gotta be kidding me.

Abby, tell me you're kidding me.

We've been planning this for over a year now.

You fought for this. You deserve this.

- I just don't think that I can do it.

My family needs me.

(theme song)

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