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(Tray clattering)

Listen, Sergeant, I've done something really...

Heroic. That's why I want you back on active duty,

as long as you feel ready, of course.

Big J!

I was wondering if he could spend the night?

Yeah, I'll ask Laura. That shouldn't be a problem.

He's your son. Why is it any of her business?

The hearing was really hard on me.

I was so pissed at you.

And pissed at myself for putting Jared through all that.

Me too.

I'm so sorry to bother you.

It's just Paul still hasn't turned up.

I do love him.

I don't want anything bad to happen to him.

Let's fill out a missing person's report.

I abducted Paul Whitman, and then he hung himself.

And then I covered it up.

And I can't live with this anymore.

(Tableware clattering)

Mom, breakfast is ready.

(Sighing)

Mommy's too tired to eat.

I just need some sleep.

Call your father.

Tell him to come get you and your sister.

(Line ringing)

(Robert): Hello?

Daddy, can you come get us?

Well, um, it's Wednesday, sweetie.

I come and pick you up on the weekend, remember?

Mom says she wants you to come today.

She's really tired.

Well, Daddy's working.

And I've already told your mother

that I can't change my schedule whenever she wants.

And with the new baby,

your step-mom is really tired too, so...

I'll come pick you up on Friday, OK?

But--

Friday. OK?

OK...

Bye, sweetie. I love you.

(Door closing)

- Where's Mom? - She's still sleeping.

Do you have any homework?

Yeah.

(Sniffing)

(Whispering): She smells bad.

Hello?

What's going on?

(Breathing heavily)

Oh...

(Robert breathing heavily)

(Mia breathing heavily)

(Whispering): Hey, hey. It's all right. It's all right.

(Sobbing)

(Whispering): It's OK.

It's OK.

♪ ♪ ♪

Where'd you put the body?

In the woods... by my cottage.

(Tyler sighing)

I buried him.

Fuck. I-i-is this real?

He was gonna murder them, Tyler.

OK, stop it, Mia.

I tried to talk him out of it, but he wouldn't listen.

So I had to stop him.

Cops are supposed to arrest criminals, Mia, not murder them.

And he didn't do anything. - He was going to.

And if you knew what I knew...

You didn't know shit!

No...

if there was a world...

where you did, what would you do?

(Whispering): Jesus Christ, Mia.

(Normal voice): What do you want from me?

Y-y-you want me to tell you this is right?

I want you to answer the question.

You have seen thousands of cases like these.

Why are you so hung up on this guy?

Why did you become a cop?

(Scoffing)

I don't know, to enforce the law... evenly.

To remind people we live in a civilized society. OK?

That's the contract that makes sense to me.

Does it make sense when those people break that contract

and do more harm?

It's not perfect, Mia...

but it's the best system we've got.

And if that's not why you became a cop, then...

maybe you're not cut out for it.

(Mia scoffing)

Why did you tell me all of this?

Di-did you think I'd just let it go?

I knew you wouldn't.

That's why I told you.

You should pack a few things before I take you down

to the station.

(Sighing)

Whoa, whoa, hey.

Jesus! When's the last time you slept?

I don't know.

I'll, uh, come wake you up in a couple hours.

Can you lie beside me?

OK.

(Floor creaking, belt buckle clicking)

I know I fucked up...

but I didn't know what else to do.

I would have taken them as far away from him as possible.

But if they didn't want to do that?

I didn't say it'd be easy...

(Whispering): But I would have tried.

Come on, you got to get some rest.

Using the keypad,

enter the desired date of the trip,

starting with the month, followed by the day.

The first time was

back in January on the first day of school.

He pulled me by the hair really hard.

(Keys beeping)

Your request has been registered.

Your trip is scheduled for January 8th, 2023.

(Spatula clattering)

- Hey. - Hey.

I figured...

it's gonna be a while before we have breakfast

together again, so...

(Whispering): Thanks.

Did you get any sleep?

(Chuckling)

Not really.

Look, I know it's not fair to burden you with all of this.

I'm sorry to put you in the middle of all this mess.

That's, uh, not really why I couldn't sleep.

All the times I thought about being in your bed, I...

I never could have imagined.

I really wish you hadn't told me.

(Whispering): Ty...

(Phone chiming)

We, uh, we should really hurry.

They're probably already really pissed at me at the station.

(Doorbell ringing)

Were you expecting someone?

Don't move.

(Door opening)

Mia Coleman?

- Yes. - (Tyler): Mia?

Mia?

(Tires squealing)

(Breathing heavily)

(Footsteps approaching)

Mimi!

If the baby's a girl, we should call her Caroline.

You know, you call me Jaja sometimes.

So we can call her Caca.

(Giggling)

You know? Jaja and Caca.

What? You said you needed help coming up with a name.

Come on, Jaja. Go get ready.

You don't want to be late.

Have a good day.

Yeah, and don't forget your gym clothes.

You got Phys. Ed. today. - Got it.

I got to go do the, uh,

finishing touches on my client's cabinets this morning,

and then I'll go grab some groceries.

And, uh, your sister's gonna come and have lunch here.

She said don't lift a finger, she's gonna do everything.

You OK?

Uh-huh.

- Yeah? - Y--

Anything happen last night? Any bleeding?

No, are...

(Whispering): OK.

(Normal voice): You tell me if anything happens, right?

We're in this together.

Have a nice day!

(Touchpad clicking)

(Touchpad clicking)

(Door opening)

(Bag rustling)

What are you doing?

The doctor was very clear, you need rest.

Back to bed this instant.

What's the point? I'm gonna lose it anyway.

No, no, no. Not this one.

You are going to have this baby for Auntie Liz to cuddle

because her own teenager won't make eye contact,

let alone physical.

No, Liz, I'm gonna lose this one too and...

I don't want to go through this again.

I had to work late.

At Laura's? The one you've been messaging?

You're going through my texts again?

- I think you're a fucking liar. - Oh God.

I didn't sleep with her.

Mimi?

♪ ♪ ♪

I can't stop thinking about her.

It feels wrong to pretend.

Did you realize this while you were at her place all afternoon?

You're still tracking me?

I'm trying to be honest here, you know?

Yeah, I was at Laura's.

But we just talked, that's it.

And I needed it because I've been so fucked up over this.

(Liz): Go through what again?

I'm gonna lose my baby,

and then Bryson's gonna leave me.

Wow.

You are the master class in catastrophizing.

Just think positive.

You'd be surprised at what the mind can do.

Remember, the only thing you need to do during mat leave:

one, take advantage of your poor sister

by milking it for all it's worth,

and two, give your pregnant ass a rest.

♪ ♪ ♪

(Engine starting)

(Door closing)

(Car beeping)

(Door squeaking)

(Women talking, indistinct)

- Excuse me? - Yeah? Hi.

Is it too late to register for class?

Not at all.

(Women laughing)

(Indistinct chatter)

(Instructor): Exhale out.

Again, inhale peace...

deep into your heart.

Exhale all the stress.

(Yoga mat thudding)

Moving to the top of your mat.

Bring your arms to the sky.

Tuck your belly in and bend forward in Uttanasana.

Namaste.

(All): Namaste.

It's a good thing I had a pro next to me.

(Chuckling)

How long you been practicing?

Three years. I find it really helps.

I'm Mia.

Keri.

(Talking, indistinct)

(Chuckling)

(Indistinct chatter)

(Children talking, indistinct)

Hey.

Where'd you go?

Did something happen?

What's going on? Did you lose it?

Yeah.

You went to the hospital.

Uh... i-it wasn't that bad this time.

I'm OK.

Why didn't you tell me?

I--I would have gone with you.

It's sort of routine now, I guess.

And I didn't want you to cancel on your client.

Oh Jesus, Mia. Hey...

(Door opening)

Hey.

Hey.

Oh, the Bergman's invited all the neighbours over tonight

to celebrate Sicilia's birthday.

You're telling me this now?

I--I'm--I'm right in the middle of making dinner.

It's fine. It's a potluck.

The girls want to go and so do I.

Well, I don't feel like going.

I don't want to have to humiliate myself

by telling everyone I've been let go.

Well, you could just not tell them.

Look, I told you I'm not in the mood, OK?

Well, maybe a little party would be good for your mood.

Oh yeah, like you know what's good for me, huh?

Why would you say that?

Look, you don't have to come if you don't want to,

but I'm taking the girls.

(Knife clattering)

You're so fucking selfish, you know that?

It's just you, you, you all the time.

(Scoffing)

(Doorbell ringing)

(Chuckling)

Look who made it! Come in, Paul.

Come, we still got a lot of food--

No, no thanks. I--I just came to get the girls.

It's getting late for them, so...

Yeah, of course.

Megan, Annie, your dad's here.

(Indistinct chatter)

(Woman laughing)

(Indistinct chatter)

♪ ♪ ♪

Did you have a good time?

Yeah.

(Megan and Annie talking, indistinct)

- Like that? - A little brighter.

Brighter?

Like this? - Yeah.

(Whispering): OK, good night.

Night.

(Whispering): Good night.

I love you, Daddy.

I love you more.

No, I love you more.

(Giggling)

Good night.

(Man on TV): The city council had a lot to talk about today

when they met for the first time since a lawsuit was...

(Man 2 on TV): Covering 5,000 miles...

(Door opening, remote clicking)

(Door closing)

(Paul scoffing)

You're drunk.

(Keri scoffing)

Good thing I came and got the kids.

I'm not drunk.

But someone had to keep up appearances

after your pissy cameo.

(Paul breathing heavily, Keri grunting)

I'm sick of you shitting on me all the time,

making me look like some kind of asshole!

(Groaning)

- Let go. You're hurting me. - No, you're hurting me!

I can't have a bad day

without you kicking me while I'm down, right?

You can't even be there for your husband for one night,

you selfish little bitch!

(Keri whimpering)

(Paul and Keri breathing heavily)

(Footsteps retreating, door opening)

(Keri gasping, door slamming)

(Breathing heavily)

(Woman): Do you want me to move my mat?

(Woman 2): Oh, yeah, if you have room.

(Door closing)

- Hello, everyone. - Hi.

Thank you for being here.

OK, everyone, welcome.

(Door opening)

(Door closing)

Hey.

What do you feel like for dinner tonight?

I'll make you anything you want.

Actually, what I could really go for is a little nap...

with you.

The girls are over playing at Sicilia's.

I thought you had a yoga class this morning.

I'd rather stay in bed with you.

Dad told me the baby's gone.

Does that make you sad?

No, 'cause you can make another one.

And we don't have to call him Peter Pee-Pee.

(Mia chuckling)

We'd better not...

because of the...

You're beautiful.

♪ ♪ ♪

(Computer keys clicking)

(Sighing)

(Women talking, indistinct)

(Indistinct chatter)

(Door closing)

Keri?

Hey!

Mia.

Uh, from yoga.

Hi.

I, uh...

(Clears throat)

...I didn't see you in class yesterday.

No, I... I wasn't feeling well.

Nothing serious?

You know, a girl can never have too many shoes, you know?

That's what I always say.

(Chuckling)

My husband says I buy way more than I need.

Uh, how long you, uh, been married?

Fifteen years.

Fifteen? Wow.

How do you do it?

(Chuckling)

Uh, I only ask 'cause I've been with my boyfriend for 7 years.

Not sure how I'm gonna make it to eight, you know?

We're going through a bit of a rough patch.

Do you have kids?

Um, yeah, a son.

He's 8.

But my boyfriend had him with his ex,

and she's not really in the picture anymore,

so I raised him like my own.

You two don't have any kids together?

You know, we tried, but, uh, they just didn't stick.

Things being so tricky between us now,

the timing couldn't possibly be worse.

You're pregnant now?

Yeah. Yeah.

But, you know, I--I've--I've--

I've already had two miscarriages and...

(Inhaling deeply)

...I don't know.

Things are really rough at home.

I just thought this time it's best

to just keep it to myself...

knowing what could happen.

I'm sorry.

That's...

that's tough.

But see, that's--that's why--that's why

I envy you so much, you know?

Fifteen years happily married.

Wow.

(Chuckling)

Well...

we've been going through a bit of a rough patch too.

My husband lost his job and...

he's been really depressed.

Oh.

I'm sorry. That's hard.

But you're working through it, right?

I have to go, but, um, I'll see you in yoga.

OK, bye.

Hey, you know, we should maybe grab a drink

this week or something?

I'll check with my husband.

Or I could even, uh, pick you up before class.

We can...

get a coffee.

It's on the way.

You know where I live?

No, uh...

(Chuckling)

...I just meant wherever you live.

I am happy to...

grab you on the way.

Um... here, take my number.

Mia, right?

(Paul groaning, duck tape squeaking)

(Tray clattering, shovel scraping)

Yeah, uh...

I'm just here to pick up Keri for yoga.

Yeah, I know. Uh, I--I'm Paul.

(Door opening)

- Hi. - Hi.

- Did you two meet? - Yeah, yeah. We just did.

Have a good class. - Thanks.

Bye.

(Doors opening, closing)

I just don't know how to deal with him sometimes.

If I try to be supportive, he says he doesn't want my pity.

So then I leave him alone,

and he says that I don't care about him.

No matter what I do, it's always the wrong thing.

And recently, he...

he lost his temper.

What did that look like?

It was nothing.

And he regretted it right away.

I can be such a bitch.

I need to go easier on him.

Anyway...

it won't happen again.

Uh, not only will it happen again, it will get worse.

It--it's a vicious cycle.

I mean, I know. I'm a cop.

I've seen it a million times.

You're a police officer?

Yeah.

What, is that a problem?

I'm just surprised, that's all.

Anyways, I'm bumming us out with all my marital problems.

Let's talk about something else, OK?

Yeah.

(♪ Just a Girl by No Doubt on radio ♪)

Oh my God...

I was obsessed with No Doubt in high school!

- Oh yeah? - Like, obsessed! Yeah!

♪ Take this pink ribbon off my eyes ♪

♪ I'm exposed and it's no big surprise ♪

♪ Don't you think I know exactly where I stand? ♪

♪ This world is forcing me to hold your hand ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm just a girl... ♪

What if we skip class today?

Go get that drink instead?

It's 11:00 in the morning.

(Chuckling)

OK, we'll get an Aperol Spritz.

It's got orange in it.

Part of a complete breakfast.

Aperol Spritz. I love Aperol Spritz.

Yeah?

But I told Steve that I would be there this week.

Just invite him.

For a drink?

Are you crazy?

Mmm...

I could see that you two hit it off.

You could tell?

Look, it's nothing to be ashamed of.

A little crush is good for the health.

Mia, I'm married.

And you're pregnant. You shouldn't even be drinking.

OK, but one's not gonna hurt.

Come on.

Let's just do it.

I'll go get Steve.

Mia...

♪ Oh, I'm just a girl ♪

♪ Lucky me ♪

♪ Twiddle-dum there's no comparison ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ I've had it up to here ♪

So, um, what you're saying is I'm a square head?

It's called Cubism, Mom.

(Chuckling)

But the perfect spheres for cheeks, that's, uh,

that's hyper-realism?

I got 95% on it, by the way.

(Footsteps retreating)

(Door closing)

I'm sorry.

I had to work late.

At Laura's?

The one you've been messaging?

You've been going through my texts?

I think that you're a fucking liar!

Oh God. I didn't sleep with her.

(Jared): Mimi?

Don't go.

What?

Your client, cancel.

Oh, you know, I have a--

Stay.

Stay and make love to me.

Yeah?

(Whispering): I need you.

♪ ♪ ♪

(Moaning, breathing heavily)

♪ ♪ ♪

(Footsteps approaching)

Listen, I'm really not feeling up to this,

so just--just call your friend and tell her

we'll do it some other time.

You're just hangry. You haven't eaten all day.

Don't explain my feelings to me.

I'm not cancelling.

Join us or don't,

but if we cancel every time you're in a bad mood,

we'll never do anything.

Here. For your blood sugar.

(Juice box slamming, Keri gasping)

Stop patronizing me, you fucking cow.

(Keri breathing heavily)

(Door slamming, Keri gasping)

You know, we don't have to stay late or anything.

It's cool, seriously.

No, it's just Keri's husband is trying to control her.

And I just want her to know that we're here for her

in case anything were to happen.

So, she's not an actual friend.

She's just another soul in need of saving.

(Chuckling)

No, she is a friend. Or she could be.

And yeah, I want to help her get out of a bad marriage.

(Kissing)

(Footsteps retreating)

(Doorbell ringing)

Hello!

Uh, come in. Come in.

You must be that handsome young Jared

Mia keeps telling me about.

Probably. She's a big fan.

(Chuckling)

- Here, this is for you. - Thank you. Um...

Paul's not able to join us.

Uh, something came up,

but he might be with us a little bit later.

Um, and since Paul was supposed to cook,

I figured we could order some take-out instead.

- Yeah. - Sure.

- That works for us. - Great.

Uh, well, I'll give you a quick tour of our little home.

Uh, this is the living room.

And, um, right in here is, uh, the kitchen.

Right around the corner is...

the bathroom.

Um, we're supposed to renovate soon.

(Mia sighing)

And over here is the girl's room.

It's, um, a little bit of a mess, but, um...

Megan, Annie, our guests are here!

Come upstairs and meet Jared.

Uh, can I get you guys something to drink?

Um, I have some non-alcoholic sangria if you want.

Uh, you know, do you have the makings

for a classic Aperol Spritz, maybe?

I do.

Can I make one for you too? - That would be great, yeah.

Great. Um, OK.

Ugh! There's no ice.

No one--no one ever fills the ice tray in this house.

Girls!

Uh, it just--it's--it's not gonna be the same

without--without ice, you know?

Megan! Annie!

How many times do I have to call you?

- Hey, you know what? - (Whispering): Sorry.

No ice, no pressure.

I mean, we're just really here

to hang out with you, and it's OK.

(Whispering): Good.

(Normal voice): Finally. Um...

Jared, this is Megan and Annie.

And, girls, this is Mia and Bryson.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Hi. - Um...

do you want to take Jared downstairs and go play?

- You want to? - Sure.

Ah!

Well, now he's all shy.

Yeah, don't worry, it won't last.

So cute.

(Chuckling, door opening)

Hey.

(Door closing)

Sorry I'm late.

I had to hit 3 different butcher shops

to find just the right cut of pork tenderloin.

So I hope you're not vegetarian.

I'm, uh, Paul, by the way. - Bryson. Carnivore.

Oh, great.

And since I was already out in Little Italy, well,

I couldn't come home without my wife's favourite olives.

(Keri chuckling)

And she can tell you that the hors d'oeuvres

I make with them are killer, right babe?

Yeah, uh, they're amazing.

(Chuckling)

So, who does most of the cooking at your house?

I have my go-to rotation.

But I--I work from home, so it's easier for me.

I'm a carpenter.

Oh, nice.

And, uh, Mia's shifts are always changing, so...

(Whispering): Yeah.

(Normal voice): Uh, I'm a cop.

Oh. Well, it's funny, you didn't mention that.

Hopefully, she hasn't ratted on me.

(Paul chuckling)

Yeah, I'm a little behind in my parking tickets.

(Chuckling)

Well, lucky for you I'm on leave right now, so...

(Paul sighing, Paul and Mia chuckling)

And since Keri loves babbling about our private life,

you probably already know

that I lost my job recently.

I was a school chef.

Uh, no, uh, I didn't know. I'm sorry to hear that.

Well anyways...

I was tired of wasting my talents.

I should be working in a fine restaurant.

Mm-hmm. I'm already calculating your tip in my head.

(Chuckling)

Hey, Bryson, why don't you crack open that bottle of wine.

Sure, yeah.

I got us a Gamay for the meal.

It really brings out the flavour in the meat.

Yeah, I--I love a Gamay.

Finally, a connoisseur.

Keri here can't even tell the difference between

a legendary vintage and a fruit spritzer.

(Chuckling)

Well, I love a spritzer.

I guess that just makes us sweeter.

(Mandoline slicing)

(Paul and Bryson talking, indistinct)

What can I say? Paul likes to show off.

I can see that.

I do love having people over, though.

It's worth the fight that will inevitably happen

after everyone goes home.

You know that's not normal, right?

I know, but...

it's normal to tell your boyfriend you had a miscarriage

when you're actually still pregnant...

Hmm?

You do make a lovely couple, though.

I guess I didn't expect you two to be

so close and affectionate.

(Paul talking, indistinct)

(Mia chuckling)

Mmm.

(Tableware clattering)

Mmm!

Wow!

It's amazing, Paul.

It just melts in your mouth.

Oh, girls, how about a round of "Remember when?"

- Mmm! - Yes!

Yeah!

It helps get the girls out of their shell.

We'll--we'll each take a turn.

Uh, OK, uh, remember when...

you laughed the hardest?

Oh... Megan?

Uh, I can't go first.

OK. Annie?

- Mmm... - No?

(Chuckling)

Oh, I have one. OK.

(Chuckling)

Uh, remember when we went to the Japanese restaurant

when we were on vacation in Vermont...

Come on.

...and the waiters warned us about the wasabi...

(Girls chuckling)

...that it was super spicy!

- It's a stupid story. - It's funny.

And, of course, Paul kept saying, like:

"Oh, I can handle spicy. I'm a cook too."

I could.

And he took the entire ball of wasabi

and ate it in one bite just to show off.

(All laughing)

And of course, he turns bright red,

and then he starts sweating like crazy.

And then he stands up and starts hitting himself

over the head again and again and again

just to feel something else.

(Keri laughing)

And the entire wait staff was laughing their butts off.

♪ ♪ ♪

That went pretty well, didn't it?

Considering.

That guy was so phony,

playing, like, the friendly, attentive husband.

Come on.

He was just making an effort for her sake.

I mean, sure, yeah, he was a bit much off the top.

But as the night went on...

It was all an act.

Something off about him.

Well, the guy just lost his job, you know?

Give him a break, honey.

Is that why you were showering him with praises all night?

Yeah, I know what it's like to be out of work, that's all.

Why is it so humiliating when a man loses his job?

Like, haven't we moved past

the whole hunter-gatherer stereotype?

We were raised by that stereotype.

OK, but times have changed.

No. You should see the look on people's faces

when I tell them that my girlfriend supported me

and my son when I tried to get my business off the ground.

(Sniffling)

Yeah, it's tough, you know, not taking that shit personally,

but I'm working on it.

You just had to tell that wasabi story

to make me look like an idiot, didn't you?

Oh, come on.

It was funny.

And we had such a lovely evening,

but you can't help yourself.

You just always have to ruin--

(Grunting)

You shut your fucking mouth?

(Keri groaning)

Who are we, Bryson?

Like, why are we together?

Why would you say that?

I'm confused.

I guess I thought that things were over between us.

Why would you think that?

The miscarriages were really hard on us, and I...

now I don't see you as much, so...

You don't see me as much?

I must not be living in the same universe as you, 'cause...

Why don't you just tell me what you want from me, Mia?

You want me to comfort you, is that it?

I--I--I'm just having a hard time

trusting my feelings for you, OK?

I... Things could just... they could fall apart.

Fall apart? How?

Well, you could meet someone new.

That's your stuff, Mia.

You're insecure, and, um,

there's nothing I can do to earn your trust.

And that's exhausting.

Why do you get so angry

when you can clearly see that I just need some reassurance?

I hate it when you're like this.

Good night.

(Light clicking)

What you need to ask yourself is

do you even still love the guy?

He's the father of my girls.

That's the answer to a different question.

Are you happy?

Do you feel safe?

Does he lift you up or does he put you down?

Why are you asking me this?

Because I can see that you're stuck

in a toxic and abusive marriage, Keri.

So what? You want me to leave my husband?

Break up my family? Is that what you want?

I want to protect you and your girls.

What he did to you after our dinner,

there's no coming back from that.

I'm speaking from experience. I've seen it before.

I didn't realize I was talking to the cop here.

I thought we were friends.

This is what friends do.

(Locker closing)

(Indistinct chatter)

Let's welcome back Officer Coleman.

These past few weeks couldn't have been easy,

but we're here for you, Mia.

You'll be partnered with Gilmore.

Also, there's been an uptick in, uh, auto break-ins

in sector 2 at the mall.

So a few extra drive-bys would be appreciated.

Undercover...

(Officers talking, indistinct)

(Door opening)

(Gilmore): You OK?

I can't go through all that again.

Where you going?

(Indistinct chatter)

You were right. I'm not cut out for this.

What do you mean?

(Heartbeat thumping)

(Doctor): All is well. This baby's hanging on tight.

(Heartbeat thumping)

(Keys clanging)

(Footsteps approaching, Bryson sniffling)

You OK?

Why was your cell on airplane mode

between 4:00 and 6:00?

Oh, not again, Mia.

My--my cell died.

I was charging it in the car.

W-why are you spying on me again?

I need to know that I can trust you.

OK.

- For real. - Yeah, uh...

Because...

because I'm...

What?

I'm pregnant.

What?

I didn't lose the baby.

But you--you told me that...

I was supposed to lose it.

"Supposed to?" I don...

"I was supposed to." I... What--what's that even mean?

I can't figure out why I didn't lose it this time.

So you lied to me about a miscarriage?

Do--do you realize how--how fucked up that is?

- I know. - Yeah.

I'm sorry.

(Footsteps retreating)

(Mia sighing)

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Closed Captions: MELS

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