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- I need to understand why she felt so hopeless.

- You do know that a man should never hit a woman

for any reason, right? - But it was my fault.

- You could save your daughter. This number is for an agency

that lets you go back to the past

to change it.

- Hey!

Hey! What are you doing?

Lucy... - Lu asked if she could

stay with us tonight.

- Why aren't you guys together anymore?

- You made me feel like I couldn't

do anything right, especially with Lu.

- I think you're a great father. I should have given you

the space to be able to show it a long time ago.

I know it's impossible to understand,

but I did this to protect you.

An investment in HavenWood

would be an investment in their futures.

- Consider it done.

(applause)

- I'm never gonna be like you.

(whispering): I just want to die.

(inaudible scream)

- Why is she so obsessed with men?

Did I do that or was she born this way?

- Guess we're not as independent as you are.

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

To not be so serious all the time?

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

- You know that feeling when a dog chews off your face?

(crowd laughing)

Just me? (knocking at door)

- I don't wanna host the morning show anymore.

- You gotta be kidding me. - My family needs me.

- Lucy tends to feel overlooked

if she isn't the centre of attention.

This can trigger anxiety.

- Do you still love me? - Of course I do.

- Bullshit.

- I feel like a failure as a mother and...

it's all for nothing if you go.

(baby crying)

(peaceful music)

I know, honey.

- Mommy! - Yes!

- Mommy!

- Coming!

- Mommy.

- What happened?

- Mommy!

Mommy!

- What's wrong, baby?

Did you have a bad dream?

Come here. Come here.

- Mom? - In here, honey.

- Mom. - Yeah?

- Mom! - What?

- Mom?

Mom?

(theme song)

(heartbeat thumping)

Come on, Mom, it's almost time.

- I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming.

(cheering on TV)

(together): Nine, eight, seven,

six, five, four,

three, two, one!

(cheering and laughing)

- Happy New Year!

- Happy New Year, my darling. (Nick): Graduation year!

- Come here, Felix, I'm so proud of you.

- Love you, sweetheart. - You're gonna crush this year.

- To your happiness.

I love you. - Love you.

(joyful music)

(jazzy music)

(pills clattering)

- You know, the one thing I'd love to do this year

is expand this place.

Maybe knock down the wall to next door, combine the two.

(glass thudding softly)

We could use the space.

Each have our own office.

- Uh...

I don't know.

The cost of the renovation and...

losing the extra income from rent nextdoor.

- Yeah, you're probably right.

(bed creaking)

(sighing)

- Happy New Year. - Happy New Year.

(somber music)

(heartbeat thumping)

(birds chirping)

- The lips, the teeth, the tip of the tongue.

The lips, the teeth, the tip of the tongue.

The lips-- - If that is your audition

material, it needs work.

- It's a diction drill, Dad.

It's a diction drill, Dad.

- How to I turn on the... the subtitles?

(chuckling)

Toast? - No thanks, I'm not hungry.

Lu, it's 8:30!

You know that's not a costume,

he actually dresses like that now.

- Wow. - Someone's gonna report you

for a wellness check. - Well, I refuse to conform

to society's dress code.

(chuckling)

- Hey, leave some for your sister.

Lu? Are you even up yet?

- Yeah. - Okay, just-just

don't be late, okay? I've got your circus tights

in the laundry, I'll grab them for you.

(shakily): Okay.

(sighing)

- Don't forget, Abby, community meeting tonight.

- Yes, I'll grab dinner with the girls.

- Lucy, last chance for a ride. We're leaving.

- No, I'm good.

- Bye! - Bye, Mom.

- Bye, darling.

Lucy, let's get a move on.

Ah, shit.

Shit, shit!

(door opening)

Uh, bye?

(muttering): Damnit.

God...

(pensive music)

(sighing)

(water rushing)

(sighing)

(sharp inhale)

(slow exhale)

(pensive music continues)

- Thank you. For creating a place like this.

For women like me.

(indistinct chatter)

(office phones ringing)

- Hi?

- Hi.

- Do we know each other? - No.

Do you work here?

- Uh, not yet, but I do have an interview today.

- Oh.

I have a feeling you're gonna nail it.

- Thank you.

(chuckling)

(indistinct chatter)

(whispering): Hi, sorry.

- Abby, all good.

I... wanted you to be here for this.

- For what?

- I've been thinking long and hard about this and...

I realized the landscape is changing.

Woke culture is on the rise

and it's becoming increasingly difficult for me to navigate--

- Woke culture, can you... elaborate on that, Michael?

(scoffing) - I can't.

I have always prided myself on pushing boundaries

and in this new era of heightened sensitivity,

I can't help but feel that I'm walking on eggshells, so...

I decided that I'm retiring.

This will be my final season.

(somber music)

(indistinct chatter)

- Yeah, yeah, just move it around.

(inaudible conversation)

(laughing)

(somber music continues)

(glassware thudding)

- Wow, you look like shit.

- Wow, how kind of you to notice.

Just tired.

(sighing) God, I hate potluck dinners,

they make me feel so utterly useless.

- Ah, what are you talking about?

Everybody loves your famous big box of... red cabbage.

And besides, these women are gonna be great for your ego,

they absolutely love your show, well, Michael's show,

but we all know who's behind it, right--

(child screaming and running) Hey, hey, hey, Eddie.

Not while Mommy's friends are here, okay?

Do not make you send you back to your manufacturer.

(laughing)

(chuckling)

- You know, you really could-- - Do not say I should

be a standup, okay?

It's like me saying you have blue eyes

and you should be a husky. Or like,

a handsome serial killer, or something.

(snorting) - See?

(fake laughter) - I just keep asking myself,

"Where's my man? Where's my partner," and I...

I'm just starting to think that maybe

he's just not out there.

(grunts of approval) (Abigail): Maybe he's not.

(chuckling) What?

No one's coming to save us, and that's fine,

'cause we don't need saving. - I guess, I mean,

I could just picture my fella, like,

trying to look after my son.

There would be an Amber Alert out in like three days.

(laughing) No, seriously,

it's like he wouldn't know where he put him.

It's like, "Oh, is he... in the grocery store,

is he in the park, in a hockey bag?"

Like, "unzip the bag!" (laughing)

But Abby, Abby, you really landed one of the good ones.

You really did. I mean, Nick is so good, like, he cooks

and he helps with the kids,

and he does the housework, and...

- Yeah, he's a great partner. He is.

- But?

(phone dinging) - Oh, I'm sorry.

Hmm? - Anyway, with who's,

who are... what's going on with your guy?

(indistinct chatter)

(suspenseful music)

(indistinct chatter and laughter)

- Sorry, guys, I need to go, okay?

- What? - Um, just a family emergency.

- Can't Nick handle it?

(suspenseful music continues)

(crickets chirping)

- Lu?

(tense music)

Lu?

- Mom? - Hey.

Hey, what's wrong? Are you having a panic attack.

(sighing)

Breathe, sweetheart.

Why don't you lay down on the bed and I'll rub your back?

Hey, did something happen today?

- What? No, it's hard to explain.

- Lu.

Tell me what's going on.

- I'm freaking out.

I'm scared of what's going to happen.

(suspenseful music continues)

- What are you afraid of?

I'm here, sweetheart, everything's gonna be okay.

- No, it's not.

Please, just listen, I have something to tell you.

(soft classical music)

(clapping and cheering)

- Stomach pain again? You should see a doctor.

(exhaling): It's fine. It's fine.

- Mom? Are you okay?

- Yeah, just a little bit sore, that's all.

You were so fabulous out there.

- Are you sure you're okay? - Yeah, stop your fussing.

(sighing): You're so great.

- So proud of you. I'm blown away.

- I missed the whole thing.

Shouldn't had that burrito for lunch.

(chuckling): Oh, yeah, I saw you sitting in the stands.

- Not bad. - Thanks.

(exhaling softly)

- I've been getting these sharp pains in my side.

Kind of like...

kind of like I'm winded.

And then I just...

break out into a total flob sweat.

- How's your energy?

- I mean, I'm tired, but that's nothing new.

I just... figured it was the antidepressants.

Or that... (chuckling)

...depression.

Nothing else is different. I'm not supposed to be sick.

- Is that why you haven't been here in almost eight years?

- Well, I spend all my free time with my therapist.

- Your lymph nodes are swollen, does that hurt at all?

- Oh, uh, yeah, a little bit. (inhaling sharply)

- Okay, we'll do a CT scan and a full blood sample.

You're long overdue for that anyway.

- Okay.

(somber music)

I'm guessing you didn't call us both here

to tell me that I'm pregnant. (chuckling)

- Abigail, you have lymphoma.

It's a form of cancer that affects your white blood cells.

- Yeah, please know that--

- Hey, no, no, no, it's okay. It's not possible.

I'm... not supposed to have this.

- It's possible it's been developing undetected

for months or even years.

- You've been so tired and-- - Yeah, but--

- We were waiting for the biopsy to confirm it.

But you have Hodgkin disease.

- What about the treatment options?

I mean, she's gonna be okay, right?

- Lymphoma usually responds well to treatment.

Especially when detected early.

I've already spoken to the oncologist

and whatever the stage of the illness,

you need to act quickly.

Your treatments will almost certainly involve

several rounds of chemotherapy.

(doctor's voice fading) - You broke the news to us.

You will break the news to us.

One morning, you'll tell us if you complete the treatment

prescribed by your oncologist, your prognosis is good.

- It's called Hodgkin's Lymphoma.

It's a form of blood cancer.

(whimpering): Mommy... - Hey, hey, sweetie, it's okay.

Hey, just breathe, there's no need to panic, okay?

I'm not going anywhere.

Hodgkin's isn't a death sentence.

Okay, you remember Marc Lemieux? He beat it.

- Mario Lemieux. He's a hockey player.

- Yeah.

We just need to stay positive and strong.

We're gonna get through this together,

but we need to be brave, okay?

Come here.

(melancholic music)

(inaudible conversation)

- The chemo won't work, Mom.

They're going to suspend treatment

and start you on targeted therapy instead.

They're just pills, but the side effects will be brutal.

- Hi.

- You-you didn't have to, Abby. I-I was going to...

- Oh, it's okay, I wanted to make something

nice for you guys.

Go get ready for dinner, it'll be ready in five.

Go.

(approving grunts)

Ha-ha-ha... It's boiled noodles

with your father's marinara sauce from the freezer.

- Oh, yeah, the noodle's cooked to perfection.

I mean, mm! You must tell me your secrets.

- Ah, well, a water boiler never reveals her secrets.

- Mm, so good. (chuckling)

- Well, if I don't get into theatre school,

I guess I'll have to resort to science?

Sexology, it is.

- Naturally.

- Well, we've got our fingers crossed for you.

When are you supposed to hear back?

- End of June. - Asked him to think

of a plan B, just in case.

How's your school work going? - Slowly.

It's kinda hard to concentrate with everything going on.

(weakly): Hey, sweetie. You have to, okay.

Your future is everything.

And the garbage will be ready on time.

- The what?

- The, the...

The entrance isn't wide enough because...

If the arms are visible and...

(somber music)

- You've done so much today.

It was wonderful, wasn't it, kids?

(somber music continues)

Let's go get some rest, hmm?

- The medication will make you delirious.

(automated voice): You are currently using Plan B

for the next 74 days. Wait until the end of the--

(phone beeping) This option is invalid.

Please try again. (phone beeping)

This option isn't valid. - Mom,

what are you doing up? - Please try again.

- Who are you calling?

- This option... - I can't go back,

I'm still in a Plan B!

(sobbing) - Okay, okay...

(automated voice): This option isn't valid. Please try again.

- The oncologist said it was adrenaline alone

keeping you with us your final days.

You were hanging on.

You wanted to see what would happen to Felix and me

before you left us.

- I got into the Actor's Conservatory

and the National Theatre in Montreal.

(weakly): Yeah.

I knew you would.

I'm so proud of you.

I wish I could stick around.

See you become a man.

And to see you become a woman.

My sweet, Lu.

That would have been the privilege of my life.

Hey, don't cry, sweetie.

Don't cry, okay?

It's gonna make me worry.

(shakily): We're... we're gonna be okay.

- Lu.

I'm not afraid.

- I'll keep them safe.

- I know you will.

(somber music)

(slow breathing)

- Mom?

(sobbing)

You're going to die, Mom.

Next year.

On the 17th of June in 2025.

(somber music)

- How do you know all this?

- The number in your phone.

Plan B.

- But I...

how did you know what it was? What...

When did... why? - After you left us,

things were really rough.

Everyone took it hard.

(somber music)

(sharp inhale)

(sobbing)

(somber music continues)

I dropped out of school.

Nothing seemed to matter without you.

Everything... felt meaningless.

- Lu. You need to eat.

If you starve your body, I have to take you to the doctor.

(whimpering): I just can't.

- Come on, baby.

(grunts)

(Nick): Mm.

Mm!

- I mean, this is alright,

but Mom's was out of this world.

(chuckling)

See for yourself.

- Yeah, you're right.

Mom's was better.

- Legendary.

Best I ever had.

- You should've asked her for her secrets.

- Yeah.

Her heater upper tricks of the trade.

(Lucy): With Felix and Dad's support,

I started to feel better.

And you were there too.

Your words echoing through my mind,

guiding me through my anxiety.

(Felix and Nick grunting approvingly)

- It's like straight from Italy.

(laughing) Yeah.

(Lucy grunting approvingly)

(everyone grunting approvingly)

- But just as I found my footing,

Felix started to act out.

- Alright, go!

- And not on stage.

(police sirens approaching)

Dad said it was to honor your memory, but...

I knew better.

Felix was in it for the girls.

(indistinct chatter)

Dad homeschooled me

because I was too embarrassed

to go back to high school.

All my friends had graduated and gone to college already.

- Fantastic.

(snorting): Okay, good.

After high school, I was lost.

I didn't know what to do.

Or what I even liked, but...

I remembered baking pies and sweats with grandma.

So I decided to give it a try.

(kitchen din)

(hopeful music)

Dad thinks it's pretty funny,

but I'm quite the chef,

considering you couldn't boil an egg.

Culinary school is where I met Matthew.

My first boyfriend.

(chuckling): Well, my first real boyfriend.

Anyway, I...

I... I will live in the apartment next door.

With Felix.

Dad have us a break on rent.

And... I think that he's seeing someone.

Even though he says that they're just friends

and it's nothing serious, I think Naima is his girlfriend.

- Naima? - Yeah.

She's a massage therapist.

And... apparently, you introduced them?

You gave him...

you're going to give him a gift card to destress

while you're going through chemo.

- Our 2029-2030 graduates have reached exceptional heights.

For setting new standards... - Relax, Lu.

(echoing voice continues) Whatever happens, it'll be okay.

- ...boundless imagination.

The school's top award is presented to...

Lucy Daniels.

(crowd clapping and cheering)

- Whoo! Yeah, Lu!

- But it was at that moment that I realized that...

I really wish you could've been there.

To see me, happy,

and thriving, and in love.

Just to know that I was okay.

- Oh, sweetie.

(sighing)

I am so proud of you.

- You remember when you said you couldn't stand the thought

of not seeing us grow up?

Well, I can't stand the thought of you missing it.

I wanna cook dinner for you.

At the restaurant I wanna open.

And one day when I'm ready,

meet the kids that I hope to have.

(melancholic music)

That night, when I got home,

I just... started going through your things that I'd kept.

(melancholic music continues)

I wanted to go through your camera roll.

(phone buzzing)

I had to know what that number was.

And why you called it 11 times on the night you died.

(phone ringing tone)

(automated voice): Welcome to Plan B Agency.

Using the keypad, select your desired destination.

For the year 2030, press one.

For the year 2029, press two.

- I thought it was some scam salesperson,

promising to cure you.

But a travel agency?

I'm so confused, I didn't think that...

it was possible to go back.

For real. But I had to try.

- Wait, how far did you go back?

- Five years.

- But how could you afford to do that?

- The money you left me.

(doorbell ringing)

- Lucy Daniels? - Yeah?

What are you doing? Let go of me!

Let go of me!

What are you doing?!

(tires screeching)

And then I woke up in my own room.

This room.

(tense music)

(muffled): The lips, the teeth, the tip of the tongue.

The lips, the teeth, the tip of the tongue.

The lips, the teeth, the tip of the tongue.

The lips-- - If that is your audition

material, it needs work.

- It's a diction drill, Dad.

It's a diction drill, Dad.

- How do I turn on the... the subtitles?

(chuckling)

Toast? (Abigail): No, thank you.

Lu, it's 8:30!

(muffled screaming)

Lu, are you even up yet?

- Yeah.

- Okay, just-just don't be late, okay?

I've got your circus tights in the laundry,

I'll grab them for you. - Okay.

(annoyed sigh)

(Nick): Don't forget, Abby, community meeting tonight.

- Yes, I'll grab dinner with the girls.

- Lucy, last chance for a ride, we're leaving.

- No, I'm good.

(Abigail): Lucy, let's get a move on!

Ah, shit.

Shit, shit. (muffled footsteps)

Uh, bye?

- I was terrified. I thought I was losing my mind.

I didn't know what to do or where to go.

(suspenseful music)

Mom?

Mom.

(phone thudding)

(suspenseful music continues)

- Wow.

- Here, just breathe. Let me rub your back.

- You shouldn't have come back here.

- I just came back to make sure that you were gonna be okay.

- But you need to be okay too.

Why can't you just think of yourself just this once?

No, look.

I've had a lot of time to think about

what we could have done different to beat your illness.

From now on, I'm in charge.

It's okay.

- I think we should speak privately.

- It's okay. She is mature for her age.

- Abigail, I have no idea how you knew this.

But you're right.

Your biopsy confirms you have Hodgkin's Lymphoma.

- I, uh, I Googled the symptoms and that's... what it said.

- The oncologist will lay out a proposed schedule

of chemotherapy-- - No, thank you.

I would like to request a bone marrow transplant,

immediately.

- Bone marrow transplants

carry enormous risks, Abigail.

Then there's the search for a compatible donor...

- Me.

(sighing)

- Well, we'll need to conduct some tests

for us to see if she's a match.

But you need to know, Abigail,

proceeding the transplant,

you'll undergo a high dose of chemotherapy.

This compromised immune state significantly elevates

your risk of succumbing to successive infections.

- I will take the risk.

- I'll forward your request to the oncologist.

(papers rustling)

- It's called Hodgkin's Lymphoma.

It's a form of blood cancer.

Hey, there's no need to panic.

- If Mario Lemieux can beat Hodgkin's, why can't Mom?

- Yeah, good old Mario, the... hockey player.

- No, it's not funny.

Why aren't you worried? - Hey.

We all have to stay strong together.

And positive.

Come here.

(breathing deeply)

I'm so proud of you, Lu.

Of what you will become. Or... you have become.

- Well, I still feel pretty scared right now.

- And yet, here you are.

- I feel like I'm always just trying to figure things out.

- But you haven't let it stop you.

- Mom. Why did you use Plan B?

(sighing)

- To show you how strong you were.

- Mrs. Walker.

Unfortunately, your daughter's not a match.

We're gonna have to find another donor.

- Thank you.

Hey, hey.

Don't worry. We're gonna figure it out.

(indistinct chatter)

- What?

- You stayed.

In spite of everything.

Even though I was far from...

passionate.

- You asked me to.

I was determined to be what you needed.

Even if that meant just being a father.

- Thank you.

- I thought about leaving...

more than once.

I just...

couldn't bring myself to do it.

Too much of a sap, I guess.

Too much in love.

- I love you, Nick.

I love the man that you are.

And I wish I could have given you more.

- As I treat a client,

I'm also tuning in to what their bodies are telling me.

Our bodies record everything we live.

Chronic pain, tension,

even disease.

They all reflect how we care for ourselves.

- Is it possible to pre-book multiple sessions?

- Don't you wanna give it a try, first?

- Oh, it's for a friend.

I have a feeling you're exactly what he needs.

- My pleasure, of course.

(elevator dinging)

(tense music)

(sighing)

- Oh, I'm sorry. - Sorry.

- Do you mind a little... elbow to elbow friction?

All above board, of course.

- Um, no. (chuckling)

That-that's fine.

- Full elbow contact sports are kind of my thing.

Elevators are my favorite playing field.

- I'm not really a sports guy. Do you need any special

equipment for this or is it just like...

(chuckling)

- Well, I recommend a cancer scarf,

because, um, people are less likely to call HR

if they think you're dying. - Oh, that-that's a real one?

- Yeah. - Hmm.

- I keep the tags, though. I fully intend

to return it when I'm done. (elevator dings)

Okay, I'll see you around. - Oh, yeah, alright.

- How are you feeling? - Optimistic.

- Good. Good, I'm glad to hear that.

Look, if there's anything I can do.

- Actually, there is.

This is Michael's final season, right?

- Yeah, and he wants to spin his own narrative about it.

He doesn't want to admit he's just aging out of it.

- And have you guys found his replacement?

- No. It's tough out there.

Ad revenue is on the decline as it is,

and we can't afford to take a leap of faith

on some shiny, unproven thing.

- Then don't. I mean, you guys should move forward

with someone who is trusted and pre-vetted.

(distant office phone ringing)

I could wear a wig.

(chuckling)

- I heard you're scheduled for a bone marrow transplant.

- Yeah, and I'll have until September

to get my strength back before we launch

our Empower Hour.

(hopeful music)

- Great title. - No makeup tutorials,

no celebrity gossip,

this show will empower women

through interviews with inspiring leaders.

Segments on career development,

financial literacy, personal growth.

Health and wellness.

- Okay. Think you got it in you?

- I do.

- Like, why couldn't I have had an ugly nurse?

You know? Like,

is it wrong I got turned on by a colonoscopy?

He was just looking into my eyes--

- Okay, would it convince you to do standup

if I threatened to die? - Hey, you-- No.

you don't die, asshole. You die,

I kill you. I will murder you.

(indistinct chatter)

(weakly): Please don't die.

(clicking tongue)

- I can't die now anyway.

I mean, who's gonna host my new show?

- Exactly.

- Exactly.

(indistinct chatter)

(grunting weakly)

- You're so brave, Felix.

- He's just doing this to impress girls.

(chuckling weakly)

- How do you feel?

- Looking forward to the good drugs.

(Abigail chuckling) - Yeah.

- What about you?

(groaning)

- I've seen better days.

But I'll bounce back.

But no matter what happens,

I know you'll all be okay.

(Abigail breathing deeply)

(somber music)

(machines beeping)

(somber music continues)

(machines beeping)

(somber music fades)

(low rumbling)

(♪ Meaning ♪ by Cascadeur)

♪ I'm a strange man ♪

♪ Like a ranger ♪

♪ I'm invisible ♪

♪ Like a monster ♪

♪ But someday, you'll understand ♪

♪ The meaning of my life ♪

♪ But someday, you'll understand ♪

♪ The meaning of this world ♪

♪ But someday, you'll understand ♪

♪ The meaning of your life ♪♪

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