All language subtitles for Plan.B.S02E06.1080p.CBC.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-BTN_track3_[eng]

- Paul!
- Mom!

- I can’t go anywhere near Keri
until the hearing.

- The important thing
is you’re safe now.

- Thank you.

- I’ve been supervising visits
with his kids for 2 months.

It’s just so hard to understand

how he could go from being so
sweet and loving with the girls,

and then just...

- So they told me to come here,
that, uh, it would help my case.

- I just need you to understand
that I’m with Laura now,

and, uh, I really want to make
this relationship work, so...

- If you don’t want to be in
your kid’s life, that’s fine.

Please don’t use
your girlfriend as excuse.

And now I’m worried about losing
this kid I love like crazy.

Anyways, I guess you can relate.

Now that I’m about to
become a mother,

I find myself
thinking about Mom.

I just wish we would talk
about her sometime.

- We could do that, sometime.

- You can’t force your father
to be more present.

- We have never
been a priority for you.

Just get the fuck out.

(Laughing)

♪ ♪ ♪

- ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Mia ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

(Laughing)

- It’s my birthday tomorrow.

- Happy birthday.

- I’m gonna be 40.

- How are you feeling
about that?

- Well, it’s my third time, so
I’m starting to get used to it.

Sorry.

It’s an inside joke,

between me and,
well, I guess me.

Does that count as self-love?

Telling jokes only I get?

- Depends on
if the joke’s on you.

- Hmm.

It’s also the age
my mom was when she died.

That freaks me out a bit.

I’m worried about
what comes next.

- Do you feel like you’re ready

to talk about what it meant
to you to lose your mother?

- That’s painful.

Sometimes,
I blame her for dying.

- I like it.

- Uh, this would be Jared’s room

if I’m allowed
to have him overnight.

- I thought
all that was settled.

- Apparently not.

And this will be the nursery.

- Oh! Do you like your room,
little one?

You talk to it, don’t you?

It’s important for it
to hear your voice.

Just sing a few lullabies
to it every evening

so that he, she or they don’t
inherit our trademark anxiety.

Makes a big difference.

- Well, it hears
my voice constantly.

I don’t need to sing
or speak to it.

And what if it hates lullabies

or cooing or whatever, like me?

- Well, you’ll be happy here.

- Yep, it’s a really nice place.

- You freaking out?

- Everything OK?

- Yeah, Paul’s
really calmed down.

Our lawyers are talking.

Maybe we won’t have to
hide out much longer.

- Hmm. OK.

- We all want to
get out of here.

- And go where, though?

- Not sure yet.

- OK, well, if you need
anything, uh, I’m around.

- Yeah.

All right, girls, we gotta go.

- Where’s Jared?

- He’s with his dad today.

- Oh, OK.

- All right, have a good time!

- Bye, Mom!
- Bye. I love you guys.

- They’ll be fine.

(Chuckling)

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Thank you, Daddy! I love it.

- Mine’s so pretty!
- Mine too!

- Just ride them around here
to start, all right? OK?

- OK!

- So, this is probably
the last time

you’ll have to supervise us.

- Keri mentioned that.

- Yeah, she might even withdraw
the assault charges too.

- Really?

- Hey, I’d appreciate
it if you, uh,

if you testified
in my favour,

you know, strengthened my case.

- What?

- I’m only asking you
to tell the truth here,

that these visits went well,
that I cooperated in good faith.

You know, I didn’t have to
agree to any of this.

- I know.

- I’ve changed.

You can see that, right?

- Are you still angry with Keri?

- No, not at all.

- Think you’ll be
able to handle it

when you find out
she’s seeing someone?

- She is?

- No. But she will.

Think you’ll be able to keep it
together when that time comes?

- Yeah, I’ve--I’ve moved on.

- I know it’s not
as easy as that. I mean...

I have to deal with Bryson
and his new girlfriend,

and I gotta admit,
it, uh, hurts like hell.

It’s hard not to think about
dark thoughts, ugly thoughts.

- What--what do you do
with those thoughts?

- I can’t force him to love me.

And I’m seeing a therapist.

It’s helpful.
- Wa-watch out!

- Come with us!
- Yes, come!

- I’m gonna win.

- Do you mind if I take
a bike ride with my girls?

I’ll meet you back here
in an hour.

- Yeah.

- You can follow me in your car
if it makes you feel any better.

Up to you.

Wait up, wait up!

- Look...

I get that
it’s your body,

but surgery, that’s...

- Why is it
such a thing for you?

- Because it’s...
It makes me sad.

It’s Mom’s nose and my nose.

And people pay good money
for our noses.

- You need to stop with that.

- Stop with what?

- Well, it’s always
"we," "us," "ours" with you.

We are not the same person, Mia.

- OK...

What are you talking about?

- You tore into Dad
in front of everyone,

and then you name-checked me,

like it had
anything to do with me.

"Liz and I have never been
a priority for you."

- Are you serious?

That was two months ago.

Please don’t act like
he didn’t hurt you too.

- But that doesn’t mean
I--I want to humiliate him

in front of our friends
and in front of our family.

It just wasn’t
the same for me, Mia.

I didn’t leave home
like you did,

and I--I didn’t fight
with Joan every waking second

after we moved in with her.

- Yeah, you didn’t have to.
I did that for you.

- And you’re not 15 anymore.

I accept Dad for who he is,

and I will take any time
with him that I can get.

I don’t want to change him,

and I don’t want to
put him on blast.

- I’m sorry.

It won’t happen again.

He did send me a message.

Uh, we’re gonna finally talk
before dinner, so...

(Sighing)

- Wow. You seem
thrilled about it.

- No, no, it’s...
The baby’s kicking.

- What?

Oh! Oh!

Hi there, you! Hi, baby!

(Chuckling)

- (Robert):
My dear Mimi,

I’m writing to you
before I see you

because I know I won’t be able
to find the words

when we’re face to face.

Coffee’s not too hot?

- No, it’s perfect.

- Speaking about your mother
is, uh, difficult for me.

It takes me back to that day,
finding her in the bedroom,

you girls abandoned
and helpless beside her.

The horror on your little faces,
I’ll never forget it.

You don’t find it hard
to sleep at night

if you have one
this late in the day?

- Oh no, I’m usually OK
if I have it before 5:00.

- That may be why I can’t
talk about it to this day;

I’m too ashamed.

If you only knew how much
I wish I could go back,

do it differently.

It’s amazing how little wind
there is here.

You know, if it wasn’t
for the traffic...

- Oh, come on,
the traffic’s not that bad.

- But now I want to
make it up to you,

because I would give anything
to have my little Mimi back.

I’d like to see you
before your birthday dinner,

just me and you.

I love you, Dad.

- Thanks, Daddy.

For the coffee
and for the walk.

- My pleasure.

- ♪ Happy birthday, dear Mia ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

- Wow!

(All cheering)

- Yeah!
- Thank you.

- So, how about
a little digestif

to wash down the cake, huh?

- Daddy! You’re driving.

- No, no, no, no!

Your father booked us a hotel,
so we don’t have to rush off.

His little Mimi
doesn’t turn 40 every day!

(Chuckling)

- M! Chloe made you
a Tinder profile,

and you’ve already
got a few bites!

- Ugh!

- They’re actually not terrible,
you’ll see.

- Oh my God.
You guys are so cringe.

(Laughing)

- Mimi, did I ever tell you
about your first birthday cake?

Well, it was an angel food cake.

Your mom made the mistake

of leaving a jar
of hot caramel beside you.

And while we were cleaning up,

you were throwing things
all over the floor.

And when your mom
bent down to pick them up,

you took the jar of hot caramel
and poured it all over her head.

- No!

- She had to cut her hair

because she couldn’t
get it all out!

(All laughing)

Let me know when you want to
paint your new place.

I’ll come into town
and give you a hand.

- OK.

- Seriously, call me.

I want to be there.

- Thanks for
a lovely evening, Dad.

- Thank you.

- Bye, Liz!
- Bye.

- Love you.

- And?

- It’s good.

(Phone ringing)

- It was a good night.

- Hey...

- Oh! There. See?

Told you he wouldn’t
forget your birthday.

(Laughing)

- Hi.

- Hi. Uh, Paul is here.

He really wants to talk to you.

I’ll put him on.

- Hey. Uh, do you know
where Keri is?

- Uh, no.

- I did something stupid.

(Sighing)

(Doorbell ringing)

- Hey, come.

- What did you do?

- I’d go into
a tailspin every time.

Then I would cool off.

I’d be nice and loving
and apologetic.

We’d have make-up sex.

But then the cycle
would start all over again.

When she told me
she was leaving me, I...

(Sighing)

I wanted to kill her.

- She said to me: "I don’t
need this in my life."

And she was right.

She didn’t deserve
to be treated that way.

That’s when I realized that my
head wasn’t screwed on straight.

I was making her pay
for my mistakes.

I’ve been angry for as long
as I can remember.

Ever since I was a kid.

My anger is not her fault.

- The hardest part was
owning up to what I’ve done.

It was horrible.

All of it.

She would forgive me. She did.

But I wasn’t able to
forgive myself.

- Paul...

So?

- Well, that was, uh,
pretty intense.

But, uh, thank you.

Uh, that really helped.

So, I’ll see you
next week, then.

- No, I think I’m good.

I’m not like these guys.

I mean, it’s not--
it’s not that bad.

- You know where to find us.
- Yeah, thanks.

- I’m glad you came back.

It’s gonna motivate me
to keep showing up.

(Keri laughing)

- Well, I was pretty rusty.

(Phone dinging)

- Could have fooled me.

- Everything OK?

Nothing serious, I hope.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, it is serious?

- No, no, no. It’s not serious.
Everything’s fine.

- See you next week.

- I’m sorry.

I’m supposed to meet someone
here for dinner.

- Paul is waiting for you
in the kitchen.

This is for you.

Follow me, please.

(Chuckles nervously)

Paul.

- Keri...

- Hi.
- Hey, uh, this is Simon.

He’s the chef here.

And he was kind enough
to open the restaurant

just for us tonight.

He’s also my new boss. Uh, yeah.

Hey, can you start browning
the butter for the veggies?

Yeah, heavy on the thyme, man.

She can’t get enough of it.

And I’ll get to work
on the sea bream.

You’re gonna love this.

- I thought you wanted
to talk custody.

- I do.

And, uh, and--and we will.

It’s just we--
we have to eat, right?

Also, it’s just, uh...

one small way to say I’m sorry.

- Did you really mean everything
you wrote in your email?

- I did.

- It’s really beautiful, Paul.

(Moaning)

(Both moaning)

- Whoa!

- Jesus!

I feel like we’re teenagers
staying out past our curfew.

(Laughing)

- Yeah, just
a couple of sinners,

hiding out in a seedy motel.

- Like when we used to hook up
behind my boyfriend’s back.

- Poor Mark. I don’t think
he ever got over it.

- He never got over it.

(Both laughing)

(Thunder rumbling)

(Laughing)

What is that?

- I figured there might not be
a lot of plants at the shelter,

so I thought you could...

you could use a little green
in your life.

- You don’t have to.

- Well, even if
I live to be 100,

I’ll, uh, I’ll never have enough
time to make it up to you, so...

- Think you’ll be
able to handle it

when you find out
she’s seeing someone?

- She is?
- No. But she will.

(Knocking on door)

(Shower running)

(Shower stops)

(Shower curtain opening)

- Did you meet someone?

- Did I meet someone
at the women’s shelter?

- Who’s Steve?

- He’s, um, a friend.

- What kind of friend?

- He’s a guy from yoga.

It’s motivating, you know,
having a yoga buddy.

- And that’s
all you do together?

- We go for coffee after,
sometimes.

- Well, your yoga buddy

sure sends you
a lot of fucking texts.

- He suggests shows
that he thinks I would like,

that sort of stuff.

- So, you come here to fuck me

while you keep him
on the back burner, huh?

- That’s not true. It’s nothing.

You and I hadn’t even

started seeing
each other again.

- You just can’t get enough of
men falling all over you, huh?

I love you, and I’m trying
to show you that I’ve changed,

and you’re starting
something with this asshole.

You love it, don’t you?

Having all these dicks on
standby like a fucking slut.

- No, you can’t speak to me
like that anymore.

(Keri crying)

Paul, no, don’t touch me!

Just leave me alone!
Just don’t touch me!

Just forget about me.
Forget about us.

I never want to see you again.
- I didn’t mean...

- You fucking psycho!

(Breathing heavily, crying)

- So I went to the shelter
to, uh, to apologize,

and they threatened
to call the cops.

A woman outside told me--

- How did you know
the location of the shelter?

- Well, that--that’s where
I drop off Keri after.

- Ah, so that’s why you agreed
to supervised visits.

You’re seeing her in secret.

- Keri asked me not to tell you.

- Did you even
go to counselling,

or was that just
all bullshit too?

- No, I went.

A couple of times.
- A couple of times?

- I got what I needed out of it,
all right?

- Obviously, you did not.
- Please, I--I...

Now I just need you to help me
find her. Please, call her.

I’m--I’m begging you.
She won’t pick up if it’s me.

- Why? So you can
beat her up some more?

- Fuck, that was a mistake,
all right?

Please, I...

I can’t live without her
and--and the girls. I’m...

I’m not--
I’m not gonna make it. If...

Please.

- No.

You call me when you’re ready
for some real change.

- Come on, ple-please don’t go.

Don’t go, don’t go.

- Don’t you dare.
- I’m--I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

- I always end up at square one,
no matter what I do.

I get the same result
every time.

- What results
are you looking for?

- Change.

Hi. Um, is Keri here?

- Keri!

- I don’t want
my life to be a waste.

- What’s up?

- I want to serve
some kind of purpose.

- You think if you can’t
change the people around you,

that your life will be wasted?

- Jesus Christ, people are sick.

Mimi, come see this!

- ...straight for the restroom.

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

and opened fire
when a security guard...

- Fuck, fuck, fuck.

It kills me to know
that I can’t make the world

a better place or safer place.

It’s all meaningless.

And it’s even worse now that I’m
bringing a child into the world.

- Do you feel like you have
a calling? Or a mission?

Is that why you became
a police officer?

- Yes.

- To what end, exactly?

Be specific.

- To catch the bad guys.

Protect the innocent.

Guess that’s naive, huh?

A little girl’s fantasy.

- I think you underestimate
your impact as an officer.

The fact is,
you have saved lives,

protected the innocent,
caught the bad guys.

The problem is
it doesn’t seem to satisfy you.

- It’s true.

- So, who’s
the original bad guy?

The one you need to catch
to put it all to rest?

- My dad, I guess.

He left us, and that wasn’t
exactly a good-guy move.

- And who’s the original victim?

The one you need to save?

- Mommy’s too tired to eat.
Call your father.

Tell him to come get
you and your sister.

(Line ringing)

- Daddy? Can you come get us?

- Well, um,
it’s Wednesday, sweetie.

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

- OK.

If I could have
just saved her,

even for a little while...

I could have insisted
that he come or call 911.

- OK. And what would
that have changed?

- Everything.

My life.

Me.

- How so?

- I wouldn’t have spent
my whole life feeling guilty.

And angry at him,
desperate for his affection.

- Your father.

- I wouldn’t have scared off
every man I ever met

acting like this
insecure little girl

that couldn’t believe

that anyone worth having
could love her.

And I wouldn’t be
in this situation either.

- What situation?

- Alone. Pregnant.

With a baby
that doesn’t have a father.

- You were just a child, Mia.

Consider Jared, for example.

Would you expect him to
carry such a burden, at his age?

Maybe your life
would have changed.

It’s just as likely
that it wouldn’t have.

In any event, you’ll never know,

because you can’t
go back in time.

And even if you could,

once you’d gone back
and changed everything,

what would
that Mia even be like...

without her anger and her guilt?

(Doorbell ringing)

- Where are the movers?

- I cancelled the movers.

- Yeah, well, the couch is not
gonna fit in your car.

- No, I--I just,
I came by to...

see Jared before I...

- Before what?

- Mimi! Are we supposed
to see each other today?

- No, baby.

No, I just, uh...

I just came by
to tell you that...

I love you so, so much.

- I love you too.

- Are you OK?

I... And I loved you too.

- Um, Mia!

(Crying)

(Phone chiming)

(Line ringing)

- (Woman):
Welcome to Plan B agency.

Using the keypad, select your
desired destination.

For the year 2023, press 1.

For the year 2022, press 2.

(Buttons beeping)

You have selected the year 1992.

State the reason for your trip.

- Mom, breakfast is ready.

- Call your father.

Tell him to come get
you and your sister.

(Sighing)

- Hello?

- Daddy, can you
come get us, now?

- Well, uh,
it’s Wednesday, sweetie.

I come and pick you up
on the weekend.

- Mom’s dying.
You have to come right now.

If you don’t come now,

you’ll regret it
for the rest of your life.

(Line ringing)

- 911, what’s your emergency?

- I need an ambulance.

My mother’s heart is failing.

(Machine beeping)

- Hi.

- Mom!

You have to stay with us.

I need you.

- I would love to, honey.

But I’m sick.

It’s out of my hands.

- We have a match!

We’re going to give you a
complete cardiological overhaul.

You will live
a long, healthy life.

- I’m so proud of you, pumpkin.

You were very brave.

You saved your mother’s life.

- So, she’s not gonna die?

(Chuckling)

- No, sweetheart. No, she won’t.

Ever.

OK, so, I checked
with the office and with Joan,

and I can stay till the end
of the week until you recover.

- Yay!

- Robert, you don’t
have to do that. I can make do.

- No, the doctor
said that you needed help

while you were convalescing,

so just let me help, OK?

(Talking, indistinct)

- Chicken’s ready.

- Mmm. Good job!

(Laughing)

- Good night, pumpkins.

- I can’t sleep.

- Me neither.

- I’m too excited.

- I know.

You know I’m always gonna be
there for you, right?

No matter what.

- Time to go to sleep, pumpkins!

It’s late. You can talk
in the morning.

- Close your eyes. I’ll wait
for you to fall asleep first.

- And even if you could,

once you’d gone back
and changed everything,

what would that Mia
even be like,

without her anger and her guilt?

- Happy.

Really happy.

- And what’s stopping you from
shedding that anger and guilt

now that you’re 40?

- I wouldn’t even know
where to begin.

I’m not sure I know
who I am without them.

- The duration
of the requested trip

will require a wire transfer
to the following account:

transit number 8900423...

- (James): What would that Mia
even be like?

- You’ll see, sweetie.

You’ll see.

- If you say so, Mom.

But please...

stay close by.

(Line beeping)

(Dog barking)

- Hey.

Thanks for coming with me.

- That was the deal.

- The new boyfriend is loaded.

He hired the best lawyers
in the city,

and they’re--
they’re bleeding me dry.

If it’s up to them,
I’ll never see my girls again.

- Can you blame her?

I mean, take some
responsibility.

You hit her again.

So, yeah, welcome
to the consequences.

- Paul, it’s good to
see you again.

Come, and let’s talk
in my office.

- Hello.

- Hi.

- Can I help you with anything?

- Sorry, I... I wasn’t expecting
to see a woman working here.

(Woman chuckling)

- Well, if only men
can help other men,

and only women
can help other women,

how will we ever
find common ground?

Are you here with
a partner or friend?

- Neither, actually.

Um, it’s a long story.

- OK.

- Hey, can I ask you a question?
- Sure.

- Why did you
go into this line of work?

- Ah, that’s long story too.

But if I can prevent
one victim from being assaulted,

I feel like I’ve done good work.

And if we want the violence
to truly stop,

we have no choice
but to treat the suffering

of the people inflicting it.

- How do you do that?

- I try to remind myself

there’s a human being
sitting in front of me.

And even if it doesn’t work,

I take comfort in knowing
I did everything in my power.

What kind of work do you do?

- Well, that’s the
million-dollar question. Um...

I’m a police officer.

But I’m still finding myself.

- And a future mom?

- And that.

- You know, it’s all right
to still be searching.

- I need to change.

I want to...

I want to show my girls
how a good man should behave.

And, uh...

I want to stop hurting people
with, uh, with my pain.

- This is the right place
to do that.

- It’s OK, Dad.
We can handle it.

- But I still want
to pay for the paint.

- You don’t have to do that.

- No, no, no, no.
I insist, please.

- OK.

(Robert talking, indistinct)

Yeah, we’ll talk to you later.

- I love you.
- Bye.

- What’s his excuse this time?

- Joan’s sister
is visiting from Italy.

- Oh, not Joan’s sister!

- Take him as he is, right?

- Yeah. Good.

Remind me again why you
let Bryson keep everything?

- I want a fresh start,
for real.

- OK, but you’re gonna need
some furniture and some decor.

- I want to take my time.

- Why?

- To figure out what I want.

What I really want.

- Career change at 40?

That’s a bold move.

Any idea what you’re gonna do?

- I don’t know
what I want to do.

I know what I don’t want to do.

- Thought about
community work?

I think you’d be good at that.

- Yeah, maybe.

I don’t know.

I just want to do something

where I feel like
I’m really helping people.

(Chuckling)

See, that’s the problem
with good beat cops.

You don’t even realize
how effective you really are.

(Chuckling)

- Yeah.

Anyway, I, um...

I just wanted to
come in person

and tell you that
no matter where I end up,

I really hope you still
stay in my life.

My baby’s gonna need
a good male role model.

And you are.

- Well, uh, don’t come crying
to me if the kid ends up a cop.

(Both laughing)

I’m gonna miss you, Mia.

Come here.

You take care.

- Ah, total clean slate.

No job, no boyfriend.

I don’t know
if I’m more excited or scared.

I’m sorry. Tell me
if this is getting too deep.

- What makes you think
I’m not deep too?

- I know you are.

- OK. And, uh, how’s that?

- Just a hunch.

- Any other feelings in there?

- Excuse me, are you flirting
with a pregnant woman?

- Oh, I--I hadn’t noticed.

(Laughing)

- I know, right? You can’t even
tell from the back.

(Both laughing)

No, seriously, what I do need

is a solid male role model
for my kid.

- Mmm.

For now.

- Count me in.

(Chuckling softly)

- She, uh, she laughed at me,
in front of everyone.

When I told her
how humiliating that was,

she--she brushed me off.

So that’s--that’s
when I lost it.

You shut your fucking mouth!

Next thing I knew,
I had her against the wall,

and then I wanted to, uh, I
wanted to choke her, and, uh...

My little girl saw me.

I--I scared her.

What did I do?

(Screaming)

(Crying)

- So...

on some level,

you think that by hurting her,
it’ll stop your own suffering.

Is that right?

(Crying)

Are you prepared
to take a long, hard look

at your part in all of this

in order to stop the hurt?

OK.

Because once you do that,

that’s when
the real work can start.

(Crying)

OK.

(Crying)

- ♪ Hush, little baby,
don’t say a word ♪

♪ Mama’s gonna
buy you a mocking... ♪

(Sighing)

What am I supposed to sing?

- (Liz): Huh?
- To the baby.

- What?

- Like, does it
have to be a lullaby?

- I was sleeping, you know.

Um, hmm... Any song you love?

Just try something.

- ♪ When your day is long ♪

♪ And the night ♪

♪ The night is yours alone ♪

(Phone ringing)

Hello?

- He’s making a lot of progress,

doing a lot of self-reflection.

He’s on the right track, but I
think he hit a deep wound today.

His shame...

We didn’t think he
should go home alone,

and we--we didn’t know
who else to call, so...

- I understand.

We’ll take my car.
- No, uh, you can go home.

They--they shouldn’t
have called you. Thanks.

- Paul...

- Please, uh...

Tell my daughters, uh...

I love them.

- Don’t do this.

- Look, I’ve been going
to this help centre

almost every day
for a month now.

Where did it get me, huh?

I’m a piece of shit,
just like my father.

- No. You’re doing the work.

He didn’t,
that’s the difference.

- They’ll be better off
without me.

- If you die...

don’t you see that’s
gonna hurt them even more?

On top of everything, you want
them to carry that burden?

Your girls need their father.

They need you.

(Paul crying)

What would you be prepared to do
if you had one more chance?

- Anything.

I swear, anything.

- Give me your credit card.

- What?

- Come on, hand it over.

(Line ringing)

- What are you doing?

- Welcome to Plan B agency.

For English, press 9.

♪ If you’re on your own ♪

♪ In this life ♪

♪ The days and nights are long ♪

♪ When you think
you’ve had too much ♪

(Doorbell ringing)

♪ Of this life ♪

- Paul Whitman?

- Uh, yeah.

♪ Hang on ♪

Hey! What do you think
you’re doing?

Put me down!

Hey!

♪ Well, everybody hurts ♪

♪ Sometimes ♪

♪ Everybody cries ♪

(Baby cooing)

♪ Well, everybody hurts ♪

♪ Sometimes ♪

♪ Hold on ♪

♪ Hold on ♪

♪ Everybody hurts ♪

♪ Hold on ♪

♪ Hold on ♪

- Mimi!

This is my brother, Leo.

I picked his name.

- Well, we might not have been
the best couple.

But...

as parents, we’ll do all right.

- He’s, um, a friend.

He’s a guy from yoga.

It’s motivating, you know,
having a yoga buddy.

We go for coffee after,
sometimes.

- OK.

♪ ♪ ♪

♪ Well, everybody hurts ♪

♪ Sometimes ♪

♪ So hold on ♪

♪ Hold on ♪

♪ Everybody hurts ♪

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