Original subtitles

- Congratulations.

Youre going to make an exceptional police officer.

- Everything all right here?

- We got a call about a disturbance.

- I asked him to separate, and he wasnt hearing me.

- He didnt threaten her, he didnt touch her.

And Mrs. Whitman is not pressing any charges, so...

- Is everything OK? - (Tyler): No.

- What happened? - I told you he was dangerous!

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

- To prevent a triple homicide.

- Mia Coleman? - Yeah?

What the hell?

You take the woman inside. Make sure the kids are OK.

Ill handle the guy.

- How do you know theres kids inside?

- You cant arrest me. I havent done anything. Ah!

- Im putting you on mandatory leave.

- What?

- Paul picked up the girls after school today.

Keri went to the house to get them, and now I cant reach her.

- How long ago was that? - 2 hours ago.

- Freeze! Drop your weapon.

I said drop your weapon!

On the ground. Hands behind your back.

(Door opening, gunshot)

- You didnt count to three.

Even if you count fast, it can save you

from firing without judgement.

- Im sorry. I thought they were together.

- Coleman, if you use lethal force,

youre gonna have to justify it

because youre gonna have to live with the burden

of that decision for the rest of your life.

♪ ♪ ♪

(Officer talking, indistinct)

♪ ♪ ♪

(Officers talking, indistinct)

- Whatever you need, sweetheart.

Just say the word.

I can clear my schedule and come back to Montreal.

You know that, right?

If you need me to?

- Mm-hmm.

- Well, try to have a happy birthday anyway. Huh?

Bye. - Bye.

- Bye. - Bye.

- OK...

lets get you to bed.

You need your rest.

(Door closing)

- What are you doing?

(Dan speaking French)

(Mia sniffling)

(Mia sobbing)

(Mia sobbing)

- Hello, Mia. My name is Andrew.

Is this your first time?

- Uh... I saw a counsellor at school when I was a kid...

after my mom died.

- Please, sit.

- Actually, I--I...

I was kind of expecting a woman.

- Is this what you would call a "dealbreaker?"

- I dont--I dont know.

Its just not the same.

- Not the same level of trust?

- Kind of.

- Well, that seems like a good place to start.

Would you like to tell me about that?

- Uh, about what?

- Why youre less trusting of men.

- Uh, history, statistics...

take your pick.

(Scoffing)

Lets just say Ive been let down once or twice.

- By men.

Is that why youre here?

- No, Im here because

my boss mandated me to be here.

I got a little rough with a male suspect.

- And why was that?

- Because I suspected that he was gonna murder his family.

And you know what?

He did last night.

- Its a terrible thing that happened.

Do you feel ready to talk about it?

Or would you like me to refer you to a female colleague?

- I dont have a problem with men, OK?

Its not me thats the problem. - Ive upset you.

- You know what?

Maybe you can help me understand. Um...

What exactly goes through a mans head

when he takes the life of a woman or her children?

Cause, like, OK, he has feelings.

And feelings are hard.

But to relieve himself of those feelings,

I just--I dont understand it.

Please help me understand it.

When you decide to pick up a knife

and harm your wife or your children,

what goes through your fucking head?

- You want to understand what brought that man

to the point of killing his family, is that it?

(Phone chiming)

(Mia scoffing)

- You know what?

It doesnt even matter.

I will figure it out myself... as usual.

(Door opening)

- Welcome to Plan B Agency.

Using the keypad, select your desired destination.

For the year 2023, press 1.

(Phone beeping)

2023 has been accepted.

(Gun cocking)

State the reason for your trip.

- To stop a triple murder.

(Doorbell ringing)

- Mia Coleman?

♪ ♪ ♪

(Tires screeching)

- Paul Whitmans lawyer just filed a harassment charge

against you on behalf of his client.

Do you want to tell me about that?

Were you there for this?

Did she threaten him? - I need some time off.

- Uh...

Yeah... No kidding.

Plus, youre gonna have to talk to a mental health professional.

Regularly. - Got it.

- Coleman, Im suspending you until I can be sure

that you can handle the stress of this job.

Your service weapons already been confiscated.

- Can I go now?

(Scoffing)

- Yeah.

- Thanks.

(Door opening)

(Children talking, indistinct)

(Door opening)

(Children talking, indistinct)

(Screaming)

- What are you doing? Whoa!

What the fuck are you doing? Who are you?

- Do as I say unless you want feel

what 50,000 volts feels like.

- I know who you are. - Shut the fuck up... and drive.

- OK, we can talk about this. - Hey!

Drive or I will tase you. OK?

- OK, calm down.

Listen, Im allowed to be here.

Im allowed to see my girls.

My--my bail doesnt apply to them.

- Pull in this alley right here.

(Engine stops)

- Listen, Im sorry about the complaint. Ill--

(Groaning)

(Seatbelt clicking)

(Zip tie clicking, duct tape squeaking)

Mmm! - Hey!

- Mmm! - Stop.

You want another one? Lets go.

Lets go.

Get your ass out.

Lets go.

(Paul grunting, groaning)

What did I say?

(Paul muttering)

(Paul muttering)

This way.

Lets go.

This way.

Sit down.

- Mmm. - Sit down!

(Zipper opening)

(Zip tie clicking)

(Paul moaning)

(Paul moaning)

(Liz giggling)

- You OK, sweetheart?

You seem distracted.

- I, um...

- Hey, you two, dont forget to include the rest of us, hmm?

- Cant my father ask me how Im doing on my birthday, Joan?

Or is that too threatening for you?

- We just want to have a nice dinner.

I didnt sleep for days when you told us

about that stalker case.

(Chuckling)

- OK, but theres plenty of other people at this table

to distract you with their attention.

- Now, girls, dont start, please.

- (Man): Richard, party of two.

(Bree chuckling)

- M! Chloe made you a Tinder profile,

and youve already had a few bites.

♪ ♪ ♪

(Giggling)

(Door closing)

(Door closing)

(Gun cocking)

(Paul gasping, breathing heavily)

(Paul moaning)

(Paul moaning)

(Paul breathing heavily, moaning)

- Fuck!

(Sobbing)

(Paul breathing heavily)

(Mia sniffling, sighing)

(Breathing heavily, moaning)

I need you to do something for your family.

You and I are gonna go to the station.

Youre gonna make a voluntary confession

that you were gonna kill your wife and your daughters.

- What?

- Youre gonna admit that you threatened your wife

that if she ever left you and tried to run away

with your kids, that you were gonna murder them.

And youre not gonna resist arrest

because you know that you belong in prison.

- Youre out of your mind. I--I... I love my family.

They--they--they know I would do anything for them.

- You know, youre a sick fuck.

You would rather destroy what you love than just let it go.

- Why are you doing this? I do--I--I dont understand.

- Five stab wounds to the little one.

- What?

- Eight to her sister in their beds

after you kill their mother.

Thats what you were gonna do before slitting your own throat

like a coward!

- Youre the one whos sick.

You--youre sick. You know that, right?

- You tell me that you hadnt thought about it.

- I would never do that. Im their father!

- Youre not a father! Youre a murderer.

- Listen to me, you...

the--the--theres something wrong with you,

and you need help.

- OK.

Thats fine.

I mean, its your call, right?

But you are gonna stay here until youre ready to confess.

- Who put this bullshit in your head?

Was it--was it Keri?

Or w-was it that bitch cousin of hers?

Yeah, she--shell say anything to fuck me over.

Why dont you just kill me right now

if youre so sure about what I am?

- Because Im not like you! - Fuck you!

(Spitting, moaning)

- Calm down!

(Moaning)

Im stopping you from making

the biggest mistake of your life!

(Paul breathing heavily)

(Zipper closing, door opening)

♪ ♪ ♪

(Sighing)

(Breathing heavily)

♪ ♪ ♪

- Hello, Mia.

My name is Andrew. - Yeah, I know.

(Bag rustling, door closing)

- Please, have a seat.

- OK. Lets say a man murders his family.

Does he know hes gonna do it ahead of time,

or is it more like...

he just snaps out of nowhere?

- Is this a hypothetical

or are you asking about a real-world case?

- Well, that depends on when youre asking.

Now, I--I just...

(Sighing)

...I need to know if its calculated or not.

- A man that finds himself at that breaking point

has typically arrived there over some time.

Often there are progressively violent events that precede it.

In many cases, the man or woman will have fantasized

about it beforehand, sometimes while agitated,

sometimes in a more calculated manner,

as if to plan it.

Theres almost always an internal struggle

as he searches for reasons to justify his impulses.

But for others, its like a pressure cooker exploding.

Suddenly, they cant see straight and, bang,

they lose all control,

act out in violence as if their own life depended on it.

But you have to understand, no two cases are alike.

- I just cant understand how anyone gets to that place.

Like, you take someones life.

Their wife, their two sweet, little girls.

- Are you aware of a threat to someones life?

- Look, Im here because Im suspended, right?

Because I got a little rough with a--a suspect.

Well, I got rough with him

because I know that hes gonna...

(Tongue clicking)

I just think theres something really off about this guy.

- You have been a police officer for more than 15 years.

What is it about this particular case

thats so troubling for you?

- Its those little girls.

I just cant...

(Whispering): Oh God!

(Mia sighing, Paul moaning)

- (Whispering): Im thirsty.

(Normal voice): And I--I need my insulin.

Im diabetic.

I have to eat something.

Let me go, please.

(Wings flapping, bird cooing)

Ill say--Ill say whatever you want.

- Where do you keep your insulin?

(Door opening)

(Dog barking in distance)

(Siren wailing)

(Knocking on window)

- Your license and registration, please.

(Sighing)

- Oh my God.

(Both chuckling)

Youre an asshole. - Yeah, I know. I know.

You should have seen your face.

(Laughing)

- So, uh, they got me paired with your old partner Gilmore.

You were right about that guy.

He drinks so much coffee,

Im surprised he has any insides left.

(Chuckling)

- Between the coffee and the toilet stops,

youll be lucky to have time for any actual policing, you know?

- So, uh, any excuse to swipe left

on your other partners too?

- Huh? - I mean your Tinder profile.

- Oh! Oh!

- Or is that just part of your therapy?

- Oh my God. No, no.

No, my half-sisters set that up for me.

- Ah...

- And I have no idea how to delete it, so...

- Right, well, I could show you maybe tonight over a beer?

- Uh... OK.

Uh, OK. Yeah. Yeah.

- Cool. - Ill call you.

- All right, call me.

Drive safely then. - Cool, man.

- Awesome. - See you.

- See you.

(Paul groaning, breathing heavily)

(Chocolate crunching)

(Mia sighing)

- Youre--youre gonna have to show me how this works.

- Its all in there.

So am I gonna die here?

- Not unless you confess.

- To what?

I would never hurt my family.

She--she--shes the one who kidnapped my kids.

- A woman doesnt just take a mans kids away

unless hes dangerous.

- Such bullshit.

Between--between you and me,

who--who--whos the violent one here, huh?

Didnt you say your ex took your kids away?

Why is that?

Because he knows youre dangerous?

Or w-were you lying about that too?

- So what is it with you?

Are you a liar?

A cheater?

A jealous guy? No, no.

You like to slap her around a little bit, is that it?

- Hey, I never laid a hand on her!

OK? Trust me.

I--I know what beating a woman looks like. Ive--

(Chuckling)

Ive seen enough of it.

- What do you mean?

Your father beat your mother?

- Well, my--my mom...

my brother, me.

(Scoffing)

- How bad?

- Bad enough he nearly killed her.

(Whispering): Yeah.

(Normal voice): He--hed shove her into a wall.

Hed just drag her by the hair into the bedroom. And...

Yeah, I couldnt do anything about it.

Id--Id just freeze.

Oh, I wanted to smash that bastards head in so bad.

(Chuckling)

See, that--thats when I should have been violent.

- How old were you?

(Sniffling)

- I promised myself I would never do that to my kids...

do it to my wife, or to anyone else.

I dont know what else I can say to convince you.

I would never!

You got that?

(Door opening)

- Youre lying to me. - I didnt sleep with her.

- Mimi?

- (Laura): Allo? - (Mia): Uh...

(Speaking French)

- Bye.

(Sighing)

(Keys clanging, engine starting)

(Tires screeching)

- (Tyler): So, what have you been up to?

- Yeah, actually, its not until you get time off

that you realize how much shit

youve been letting slide, you know?

Like, uh, cleaning the house,

paying the bills, you know, going to the dentist...

- Well, its a good thing you got suspended, then, slacker.

(Both chuckling)

Hey, you, uh, you want to hear something interesting?

- Uh, always.

- You know that guy you came down on, Whitman?

- Mm-hmm.

- Called his wife to say he was gonna pick up

their daughters from school, but never showed.

No one knows where he is.

- Thats weird. - Yeah.

- Who told you that?

- Well, I know the case is important to you,

so I reached out to the wife to see

if Victims Assistance had followed up with her.

She says shes worried about him,

that he might be in trouble.

- What kind of trouble?

- Lets just say that when I went to check in on her...

she was not alone.

- She was with a man? - Mmm.

Didnt look like the first date either.

Shes afraid he knows,

that, uh, he might have hurt himself.

OK, end of shop talk.

Why dont I help you with this app?

And see whos into you... - Oh, no, no. God.

Just delete it.

Im not... Im not ready for dating or anything else.

(Chuckling)

- All right.

Well, if youre not interested, you just swipe left.

And its just as easy as that. See for yourself.

(Sighing)

(Chuckling)

(Seatbelt rattling, engine stops)

(Door closing)

- I broke a chair once.

We were fighting. It scared her.

- I know whats gonna drive you to do it.

(Objects rattling)

Shes in love with someone else.

Thats why she wants a divorce.

And thats why youre gonna snap.

- Who told you this?

Did she tell you this?

- No, I saw them... together.

- No, no, no. Youre--youre lying again.

Youre just fucking with me.

- No, thats why she needs to leave you.

They dont want to keep hiding it.

Theyre in love.

(Paul breathing heavily)

- Youre lucky I cant move, you lying bitch.

- This is why she cant tell you to your face.

I mean, she has probably wanted to leave you for months,

but shes too scared because this is who you really are.

- Who is he? Is it that asshole from yoga?

Huh? Fucking bitch.

(Whispering): Fuck!

(Normal voice): Youre all the same,

just lying goddamn whores!

- Why dont you just admit it, Paul?

You would end her right now if you had the chance,

you fucking monster.

- Monster? Look at what youre doing to me!

- Paul, shes gone, and if you cant accept that,

then youre gonna die here.

You fucking hear me? - Untie me!

Untie me, you crazy bitch! - Shut your mouth!

- Untie me! - Shut your mouth! Right now!

Im done with you.

Im fucking done.

(Zipper closing, Paul groaning)

(Paul sobbing)

(Sniffling, groaning)

(Mia sighing)

(Paul sobbing)

- I dont care.

Let--let her fuck some other guy if thats what she wants,

but she--she--she cant take my girls away.

(Sniffling)

Please...

I need to see them.

If you have an ounce of humanity left in you,

youll untie me, youll let me go.

I cant--I cant take this anymore.

I wont say anything, I promise.

Please.

(Sniffling)

- Its not me Im trying to protect, OK?

- Please.

Call--call the police!

- Oh shit! - Call the police!

Shes holding me hostage! - Wait!

- Call the-- Mmm! - Wait! Corinne!

(Whispering): Shit!

(Paul moaning)

(Normal voice): Wait!

Sweetheart!

Wait for me!

Hey!

Wait, wait!

Let me explain. Wait.

(Breathing heavily, door opening)

Hi again.

Officer Coleman, remember?

I helped locate your daughter the other day.

I was just apprehending a suspect not far from here,

and I think I gave her a fright.

I just wanted to make sure shes OK.

- How come youre not in uniform?

- Its, um, its an undercover operation.

Its, uh, confidential.

- Is it serious?

I mean, is it dangerous? Should I be worried?

- No, no. Not anymore.

Youre all safe. We got him.

- What did he do?

- Sweetheart, you OK?

You know theres nothing to be afraid of.

You know, you really shouldnt play

in that building over there.

Its--its dangerous, OK?

Thanks. Sorry.

Uh, sorry for the trouble.

(Breathing heavily)

(Whispering): Fuck!

- Welcome to Plan B Agency.

Using the keypad, select your desired destination.

For the year 2023, press 1.

(Phone beeping)

2023 has been accepted.

(Bottle cap rattling)

(Phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Are you watching this? - Watching what?

- Turn on the news.

There was a shooting at the mall today.

- OK.

- Initial reports suggest this was the act of a lone gunman,

whos included among the dead.

- I am losing my shit right now.

I was shopping for glasses at the mall

with Cassie this afternoon.

- At that mall? - No.

But it could have been.

- At 1:21 p.m., Todd Finley entered the mall

and headed straight for the restroom.

He emerged fully armed at approximately 1:25 p.m.

and opened fire on a security guard in his path.

- (Liz): Oh my God. Those poor people.

(Crowd screaming)

- Suppose you could have stopped him before he did it...

(Gunshot)

...what would you do?

- I would stop him. - OK.

But then what? - I would arrest him.

- You cant arrest him because he hasnt done anything yet.

So what would you do with him? - I--I dont know.

What is this?

One of those weird philosophical mind tests?

- No.

What would you do?

- Jesus, calm down. I dont know.

- You have to make a choice!

- Mia...

Whats going on, baby girl?

(Clears throat)

- Nothing, Im just really tired and...

(Sniffling)

- OK. Well, Im coming over. - No, Im good. Im OK.

Im just gonna go to-- just gonna go to bed.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

Go to bed.

♪ ♪ ♪

(Phone chiming)

(Doorbell ringing)

- Mia Coleman? - Yeah.

(Tires screeching)

♪ ♪ ♪

(Door squeaking)

Come on. Lets go.

(Paul breathing heavily)

Dont try shit. Walk.

Lets go!

♪ ♪ ♪

(Birds chirping)

- Whose are these?

Can you at least tell me where we are?

You know, if youre worried about going to prison,

I--I wont tell anyone. I swear.

Ill say that...

I took some time away to think things over,

to--to clear my head.

- Im turning myself in after...

- After what?

- Go on.

Down.

(Footsteps retreating)

(Insects chirring)

So, I was thinking we would go to the mall

on the South Shore... - Ha!

- ...if that works for you guys.

- No, that--thats great.

I actually woke up this morning, thinking:

"You know, I dont spend enough of my life sitting in traffic."

- You said you need new glasses, right?

They have a really good optometrist there,

so Ive heard, and, um... - Wow...

- I may have put a blouse on hold there.

Its the last one.

They said I have to pick it up today.

So... - OK, yeah.

You, tomboy for life, put a blouse on hold.

- You could imagine how badly I want it.

- My goodness...

Is he cute? - Stop.

(Liz and Cassie talking, indistinct)

- Well get Mimis blouse first.

Mimi, where are we getting your blouse from?

Hello? Mimi?

Earth to Mimi. - Oh.

- Where are we getting your blouse from?

- Uh, well, we can--we can do your stuff first.

- OK, um...

(Security guard talking, indistinct)

- Oh my God.

I look like a slob-kabob.

- No, you do not.

Uh, its just the wrong size is all.

(Mia sighing)

OK. Uh, you can head back in the change room...

- I have to go to the bathroom. - Just wait for us. We--

- No, just wait here!

- OK, no need to get so spicy.

(Indistinct chatter)

(Faucet running)

- Sorry. Uh, I thought it was the Girls.

Sorry.

(Indistinct chatter)

Police!

- (Man): Oh shit!

(Mia speaking French)

Call 911!

(Indistinct chatter)

(Finley groaning)

- We got a situation down here. We need 911 at centre court.

(Mia talking indistinctly, Finley groaning)

- Off-duty police officer Mia Coleman saved the lives

of countless people with her bravery.

- I saw what he was about to do.

Um, I just did my job.

I did what any officer would have done in my position.

I was at the right place at the right time.

- OK, so when they say that the camera adds 10 pounds,

do they mean specifically to my face?

- Oh God. - Well, I have, like, 14 chins!

(Chuckling)

- (Reporter): Until last week, Todd Finley...

♪ ♪ ♪

(Phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Hi, Im so sorry to bother you.

Its Leslie.

- Uh, is everything OK? - I dont know.

Keri just left here. She went back to the house.

- Uh, thats not a good idea. Did she say why?

- The girls wanted to talk to their dad,

but he hasnt picked up his phone in two days.

I told Keri she should just call you,

but shes heading over there herself right now.

Im worried. I thought you could help?

- Uh, OK, Ill look into it.

(Sighing)

(Whispering): Shit!

(Doorbell ringing)

- Did something happen to Paul?

- No. I dont know.

Leslie said that you were coming here.

Whats going on? - Hes not here.

Hes not answering his phone, and Im really scared.

- Why are you scared?

- (Whispering): I bet he did it.

- Uh, did--did what?

- This is exactly what I was trying to avoid.

- Im sorry, I dont follow.

- I didnt want to take the girls away from him.

I just wanted it to stop.

- Wanted what to stop? - His outbursts.

His anger.

Hes always had a--a--a temper, but...

but he was always so sorry after he lashed out at me.

His moods got so much worse after I went back to work.

I just thought he was depressed,

but... he refused to get help no matter how bad it got.

- How bad did it get exactly?

- When I asked him to separate...

he completely lost it.

He was in the middle of making dinner

and he was holding a carving knife,

and he pointed it at me.

And he told me that he would kill me

if I ever tried to leave him.

And then Megan and...

Annie walked into the kitchen

and they saw him holding a knife to my throat.

Thats when I took the girls and I left.

And I know he feels terrible about it.

Desperate.

- Was this the first time that he attacked you?

- No.

The first time was back in January

on the first day of school.

I was at the neighbours house, at a party, and when I got in,

he, uh, he pulled me by the hair really hard.

(Grunting)

- And you didnt file a report?

- No, I didnt want to ruin his life over something...

- Because youre afraid of him.

- (Whispering): Because I felt sorry for him.

(Normal voice): Because I met someone else.

(Sniffling)

And I know that would tear him apart.

(Sobbing)

And now the girls might not have a daddy anymore,

and its my fault.

(Sobbing, sniffling)

- I know youre very worried...

(Keri sobbing)

...Ms. Whitman...

but you really shouldnt be here.

Let us track him down, OK?

(Phone chiming)

(Phone ringing)

(Phone ringing)

- Hi, Mimi. - Hi, sweetheart!

- We saw you on TV.

You stopped that guy with the gun!

Were you scared?

- Well, it all happened so fast,

I didnt even have time to be scared.

And Ill let you in on a little secret...

Im actually trained for that kind of thing.

- He would have killed a lot of people, though.

- Yeah, he might have.

- Wait, Dad wants to talk to you.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Um, Jared really wants to see you.

- OK.

Uh, what about you?

Do you want him to see me?

- He wont stop talking about it.

Um, are you--are you free this weekend?

- Uh, yeah.

Yes. Sure.

- OK. Ill call you.

♪ ♪ ♪

(Footsteps approaching)

- Mia...

Mia, I--I--I dont--I dont know

what your plan is for me, but...

I saw that you have a young son.

You understand how--how worried my--my girls must be right now,

how cruel it is to put them through this.

- Well, yeah, I mean, they should be worried, right?

You threatened their mother with a knife.

No, you threatened to kill her if she ever left you.

And you told me, you swore to me

that you would never do anything like that, but you did.

You threatened to kill her in front of your little girls,

the same little girls youre asking me

to have compassion for?

When youre the one terrorizing them?

- I didnt want to.

You got to believe me. I didnt want to.

I just--I--I snapped.

And I--I had the knife in my hand, and it just...

it just happened.

And... Im such a fucking asshole.

(Sobbing)

- Hey! Hey! Stop! Stop!

Stop it! Stop it! - Ah! No!

- Stop it! Calm down!

- I have to see them to say how sorry I am.

Please, I have to see them.

(Sobbing)

Im a good father.

I swear to God, Im a good father.

(Sniffling)

Let me see them. Please, let me see them.

Please! Ill--Ill get help.

Ill--Ill see a therapist like she wants. Ill--

- I--I dont believe you. OK?

I think youre lying again.

- No, Im not. Im not lying.

I want to change. I want to change.

Please, Mia. You have to believe me.

Let me make it up to them, for my daughters sake.

(Whispering): Please?

- If youre telling the truth...

then lets make a deal. OK?

You confess that you threatened their mother at knife point,

and you can tell them everything that I did to you.

Im not gonna deny it.

But then you have to get help so that you can accept

that you and Keri are over.

Shes with someone new. Shes moved on--

- What? - (Mia): Di--

- Thats not true. Why would you--why would you say that?

- I--I thought that...

- Who the fuck is he?

Is it--is it that asshole from her yoga class?

Who the fuck is he?

- Just think about my offer.

- Mia, tell-- Mia, fuck!

Tell me. Dont leave me like that.

Mia!

Dont fucking leave me like that!

(Paul): Fuck!

Mia, dont leave me like that.

Mia, fuck!

Mia!

(Paul sobbing)

(Coffee pouring)

- (Whispering): Oh my...

(Tray clattering, Mia breathing heavily)

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