- Congratulations.
You’re 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 wasn’t hearing me.
- He didn’t threaten her, he didn’t 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.
I’ll handle the guy.
- How do you know there’s kids inside?
- You can’t arrest me. I haven’t done anything. Ah!
- I’m 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 can’t 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 didn’t count to three.
Even if you count fast, it can save you
from firing without judgement.
- I’m sorry. I thought they were together.
- Coleman, if you use lethal force,
you’re gonna have to justify it
because you’re 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.
- OK...
let’s get you to bed.
You need your rest.
(Door closing)
- What are you doing?
(Dan speaking French)
(Mia sniffling)
(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 don’t--I don’t know.
It’s 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 you’re less trusting of men.
- Uh, history, statistics...
take your pick.
(Scoffing)
Let’s just say I’ve been let down once or twice.
- By men.
Is that why you’re here?
- No, I’m 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.
- It’s 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 don’t have a problem with men, OK?
It’s not me that’s the problem. - I’ve upset you.
- You know what?
Maybe you can help me understand. Um...
What exactly goes through a man’s 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 don’t 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 doesn’t 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 Whitman’s 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, you’re gonna have to talk to a mental health professional.
Regularly. - Got it.
- Coleman, I’m suspending you until I can be sure
that you can handle the stress of this job.
Your service weapon’s 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, I’m allowed to be here.
I’m allowed to see my girls.
My--my bail doesn’t apply to them.
- Pull in this alley right here.
(Engine stops)
- Listen, I’m sorry about the complaint. I’ll--
(Groaning)
(Seatbelt clicking)
(Zip tie clicking, duct tape squeaking)
Mmm! - Hey!
- Mmm! - Stop.
You want another one? Let’s go.
Get your ass out.
Let’s go.
(Paul grunting, groaning)
What did I say?
(Paul muttering)
This way.
Let’s go.
This way.
Sit down.
- Mmm. - Sit down!
(Zipper opening)
(Zip tie clicking)
(Paul moaning)
(Liz giggling)
- You OK, sweetheart?
You seem distracted.
- I, um...
- Hey, you two, don’t forget to include the rest of us, hmm?
- Can’t my father ask me how I’m doing on my birthday, Joan?
Or is that too threatening for you?
- We just want to have a nice dinner.
I didn’t sleep for days when you told us
about that stalker case.
(Chuckling)
- OK, but there’s plenty of other people at this table
to distract you with their attention.
- Now, girls, don’t start, please.
- (Man): Richard, party of two.
(Bree chuckling)
- M! Chloe made you a Tinder profile,
and you’ve already had a few bites.
♪ ♪ ♪
(Giggling)
(Door closing)
(Gun cocking)
(Paul gasping, breathing heavily)
(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.
You’re gonna make a voluntary confession
that you were gonna kill your wife and your daughters.
- What?
- You’re 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 you’re not gonna resist arrest
because you know that you belong in prison.
- You’re out of your mind. I--I... I love my family.
They--they--they know I would do anything for them.
- You know, you’re a sick fuck.
You would rather destroy what you love than just let it go.
- Why are you doing this? I do--I--I don’t understand.
- Five stab wounds to the little one.
- What?
- Eight to her sister in their beds
after you kill their mother.
That’s what you were gonna do before slitting your own throat
like a coward!
- You’re the one who’s sick.
You--you’re sick. You know that, right?
- You tell me that you hadn’t thought about it.
- I would never do that. I’m their father!
- You’re not a father! You’re a murderer.
- Listen to me, you...
the--the--there’s something wrong with you,
and you need help.
- OK.
That’s fine.
I mean, it’s your call, right?
But you are gonna stay here until you’re 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--she’ll say anything to fuck me over.
Why don’t you just kill me right now
if you’re so sure about what I am?
- Because I’m not like you! - Fuck you!
(Spitting, moaning)
- Calm down!
(Moaning)
I’m 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. Let’s say a man murders his family.
Does he know he’s 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 you’re asking.
Now, I--I just...
(Sighing)
...I need to know if it’s 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.
There’s almost always an internal struggle
as he searches for reasons to justify his impulses.
But for others, it’s like a pressure cooker exploding.
Suddenly, they can’t 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 can’t understand how anyone gets to that place.
Like, you take someone’s life.
Their wife, their two sweet, little girls.
- Are you aware of a threat to someone’s life?
- Look, I’m here because I’m suspended, right?
Because I got a little rough with a--a suspect.
Well, I got rough with him
because I know that he’s gonna...
(Tongue clicking)
I just think there’s something really off about this guy.
- You have been a police officer for more than 15 years.
What is it about this particular case
that’s so troubling for you?
- It’s those little girls.
I just can’t...
(Whispering): Oh God!
(Mia sighing, Paul moaning)
- (Whispering): I’m thirsty.
(Normal voice): And I--I need my insulin.
I’m diabetic.
I have to eat something.
Let me go, please.
(Wings flapping, bird cooing)
I’ll say--I’ll 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)
You’re 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,
I’m surprised he has any insides left.
(Chuckling)
- Between the coffee and the toilet stops,
you’ll 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. - I’ll call you.
- All right, call me.
Drive safely then. - Cool, man.
- Awesome. - See you.
(Paul groaning, breathing heavily)
(Chocolate crunching)
(Mia sighing)
- You’re--you’re gonna have to show me how this works.
- It’s all in there.
So am I gonna die here?
- Not unless you confess.
- To what?
I would never hurt my family.
She--she--she’s the one who kidnapped my kids.
- A woman doesn’t just take a man’s kids away
unless he’s dangerous.
- Such bullshit.
Between--between you and me,
who--who--who’s the violent one here, huh?
Didn’t you say your ex took your kids away?
Why is that?
Because he knows you’re 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. I’ve--
(Chuckling)
I’ve 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--he’d shove her into a wall.
He’d just drag her by the hair into the bedroom. And...
Yeah, I couldn’t do anything about it.
I’d--I’d just freeze.
Oh, I wanted to smash that bastard’s head in so bad.
(Chuckling)
See, that--that’s 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 don’t know what else I can say to convince you.
I would never!
You got that?
(Door opening)
- You’re lying to me. - I didn’t 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, it’s not until you get time off
that you realize how much shit
you’ve been letting slide, you know?
Like, uh, cleaning the house,
paying the bills, you know, going to the dentist...
- Well, it’s 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.
- That’s 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 Victim’s Assistance had followed up with her.
She says she’s worried about him,
that he might be in trouble.
- What kind of trouble?
- Let’s just say that when I went to check in on her...
she was not alone.
- She was with a man? - Mmm.
Didn’t look like the first date either.
She’s afraid he knows,
that, uh, he might have hurt himself.
OK, end of shop talk.
Why don’t I help you with this app?
And see who’s into you... - Oh, no, no. God.
Just delete it.
I’m not... I’m not ready for dating or anything else.
(Chuckling)
- All right.
Well, if you’re not interested, you just swipe left.
And it’s 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 what’s gonna drive you to do it.
(Objects rattling)
She’s in love with someone else.
That’s why she wants a divorce.
And that’s why you’re gonna snap.
- Who told you this?
Did she tell you this?
- No, I saw them... together.
- No, no, no. You’re--you’re lying again.
You’re just fucking with me.
- No, that’s why she needs to leave you.
They don’t want to keep hiding it.
They’re in love.
(Paul breathing heavily)
- You’re lucky I can’t move, you lying bitch.
- This is why she can’t tell you to your face.
I mean, she has probably wanted to leave you for months,
but she’s 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): You’re all the same,
just lying goddamn whores!
- Why don’t you just admit it, Paul?
You would end her right now if you had the chance,
you fucking monster.
- Monster? Look at what you’re doing to me!
- Paul, she’s gone, and if you can’t accept that,
then you’re gonna die here.
You fucking hear me? - Untie me!
Untie me, you crazy bitch! - Shut your mouth!
- Untie me! - Shut your mouth! Right now!
I’m done with you.
I’m fucking done.
(Zipper closing, Paul groaning)
(Paul sobbing)
(Sniffling, groaning)
(Mia sighing)
(Paul sobbing)
- I don’t care.
Let--let her fuck some other guy if that’s what she wants,
but she--she--she can’t take my girls away.
(Sniffling)
Please...
I need to see them.
If you have an ounce of humanity left in you,
you’ll untie me, you’ll let me go.
I can’t--I can’t take this anymore.
I won’t say anything, I promise.
Please.
(Sniffling)
- It’s not me I’m trying to protect, OK?
- Please.
Call--call the police!
- Oh shit! - Call the police!
She’s 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 she’s OK.
- How come you’re not in uniform?
- It’s, um, it’s an undercover operation.
It’s, uh, confidential.
- Is it serious?
I mean, is it dangerous? Should I be worried?
- No, no. Not anymore.
You’re all safe. We got him.
- What did he do?
- Sweetheart, you OK?
You know there’s nothing to be afraid of.
You know, you really shouldn’t play
in that building over there.
It’s--it’s 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,
who’s 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 can’t arrest him because he hasn’t done anything yet.
So what would you do with him? - I--I don’t know.
What is this?
One of those weird philosophical mind tests?
- No.
What would you do?
- Jesus, calm down. I don’t know.
- You have to make a choice!
- Mia...
What’s going on, baby girl?
(Clears throat)
- Nothing, I’m just really tired and...
(Sniffling)
- OK. Well, I’m coming over. - No, I’m good. I’m OK.
I’m 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. Let’s go.
(Paul breathing heavily)
Don’t try shit. Walk.
Let’s go!
♪ ♪ ♪
(Birds chirping)
- Whose are these?
Can you at least tell me where we are?
You know, if you’re worried about going to prison,
I--I won’t tell anyone. I swear.
I’ll say that...
I took some time away to think things over,
to--to clear my head.
- I’m 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--that’s great.
I actually woke up this morning, thinking:
"You know, I don’t spend enough of my life sitting in traffic."
- You said you need new glasses, right?
They have a really good optometrist there,
so I’ve heard, and, um... - Wow...
- I may have put a blouse on hold there.
It’s 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)
- We’ll get Mimi’s 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, it’s 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 Girl’s.
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, I’m so sorry to bother you.
It’s Leslie.
- Uh, is everything OK? - I don’t know.
Keri just left here. She went back to the house.
- Uh, that’s not a good idea. Did she say why?
- The girls wanted to talk to their dad,
but he hasn’t picked up his phone in two days.
I told Keri she should just call you,
but she’s heading over there herself right now.
I’m worried. I thought you could help?
- Uh, OK, I’ll look into it.
(Sighing)
(Whispering): Shit!
(Doorbell ringing)
- Did something happen to Paul?
- No. I don’t know.
Leslie said that you were coming here.
What’s going on? - He’s not here.
He’s not answering his phone, and I’m 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.
- I’m sorry, I don’t follow.
- I didn’t want to take the girls away from him.
I just wanted it to stop.
- Wanted what to stop? - His outbursts.
His anger.
He’s 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.
That’s 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 neighbour’s house, at a party, and when I got in,
he, uh, he pulled me by the hair really hard.
(Grunting)
- And you didn’t file a report?
- No, I didn’t want to ruin his life over something...
- Because you’re 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 it’s my fault.
(Sobbing, sniffling)
- I know you’re very worried...
(Keri sobbing)
...Ms. Whitman...
but you really shouldn’t be here.
Let us track him down, OK?
(Phone chiming)
(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 didn’t even have time to be scared.
And I’ll let you in on a little secret...
I’m 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.
- Um, Jared really wants to see you.
- OK.
Uh, what about you?
Do you want him to see me?
- He won’t stop talking about it.
Um, are you--are you free this weekend?
- Uh, yeah.
Yes. Sure.
- OK. I’ll call you.
♪ ♪ ♪
(Footsteps approaching)
- Mia...
Mia, I--I--I don’t--I don’t 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 you’re asking me
to have compassion for?
When you’re the one terrorizing them?
- I didn’t want to.
You got to believe me. I didn’t want to.
I just--I--I snapped.
And I--I had the knife in my hand, and it just...
it just happened.
And... I’m 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)
I’m a good father.
I swear to God, I’m a good father.
(Sniffling)
Let me see them. Please, let me see them.
Please! I’ll--I’ll get help.
I’ll--I’ll see a therapist like she wants. I’ll--
- I--I don’t believe you. OK?
I think you’re lying again.
- No, I’m not. I’m 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 you’re telling the truth...
then let’s 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.
I’m not gonna deny it.
But then you have to get help so that you can accept
that you and Keri are over.
She’s with someone new. She’s moved on--
- What? - (Mia): Di--
- That’s 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. Don’t leave me like that.
Mia!
Don’t fucking leave me like that!
(Paul): Fuck!
Mia, don’t leave me like that.
Mia, fuck!
Mia!
(Paul sobbing)
(Coffee pouring)
- (Whispering): Oh my...
(Tray clattering, Mia breathing heavily)
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