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Boo, boo.

Ba, ba, ba…

Boo!

Uh-uh.

You did the cooking. I'll clean up.

Cheers.

Thanks, dear.

Mama, can me and Aunt Kathi do crafts upstairs?

- No, it's a school night. - Please.

- Juno. - Come on. Just for a little bit, huh?

I'll put her to bed too.

Not too late, now.

Yes! Come on, Auntie Kathi.

And once you've cut one out, you gotta put it here with the glue stick.

- 'Kay? - Mm-hmm. Okay, boss.

Ooh.

- Okay. - Okay.

Like this?

Mm-hmm.

- Juno? - Yeah?

Can you take this, please? Put it on for me.

- Yep. Sure. - Okay.

Hold on.

What do you think that is?

The sun. It's obvious.

What color is the sun, Juno?

I picked pink instead, you know?

And I can pick anything. Mrs. Brucker told me I can do it.

But Mrs. Brucker's not with us.

Or is she hiding somewhere?

You better do it right.

Where are you going?

Mama!

Oh, I'm sorry, Juno.

- I'm so sorry. - I want Mama!

- Juno! - What did you do?

- I didn't mean to. - What happened?

Stay away from her.

- Honey! - It was just an accident. Right, Juno?

- It's all right. Come here. - What?

Everything's fine.

- But what happened? - I've got it.

Uh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.

Kathi would never hurt her intentionally. It looked worse than it was.

Are you listening to yourself? Your sister is sick.

She belongs in a psych ward.

Wow. Seriously, David?

This isn't one of your crime books where the mentally ill are all murderers.

She stabbed our daughter with a pair of scissors!

Shh!

Why'd you leave them together, anyway?

You practically lock yourself into the office the entire day.

Now you're blaming me?

Ever since your sister came to live here, she's poisoned the whole atmosphere.

David, I just want to help her.

That's what I want too.

That's all I want too.

But first, I need to protect my family. That's Juno, Fynn, and you.

Kathleen can't stay here.

I cannot just abandon my sister. She needs me.

She needs professional help, Sam.

She can only get proper help in a hospital.

She'll think we want to get rid of her.

Fact is, we have to do something.

If she's serious about wanting help and actually loves us,

she'll go to the hospital willingly.

I don't want my daughter to go to school with a spree killer.

All right. Okay. "Spree killer"? Don't you think that's a bit much?

I mean, Juno just wanted to impress the kids

and probably just misunderstood the assignment.

Where did you get the gun?

I… I just found it at home.

Under… under Mama's bed.

Juno needs to be expelled.

With all due respect, Mrs. Naales, that's not your decision.

Mrs. Prill, I do have to say,

you basically have an armory under your bed. Um…

Most pieces are registered to a Horst Schmitt, the previous owner.

But you must have checked the rooms when you moved in.

My bookshop won't sponsor any books for this school going forward

if the gun girl stays.

I feel like you're not taking this thing seriously!

How dare you talk like that!

Our daughter found a loaded gun.

Anybody with half a brain knows what could have happened,

so how dare you say we're not taking this seriously?

- You mean to tell us-- - It's my turn to talk, Kerstin.

I understand you don't know our family well yet.

But as you know, we only moved here a month or so ago.

After our family had to witness something that happened right in our home.

In April of this year,

my sister took her life at home

And it was Juno who found her.

I'm sure you can imagine what that does to a girl her age.

Despite that, since we came,

and she's gotten to be a part of this class,

I can see Juno's eyes light up again.

We're sorry for what happened. Really. We…

My husband and I, we'll… be taking full responsibility.

But I'm begging you.

Punishing our little girl won't solve the problem.

Don't expel Juno from this school.

You were good.

Without your speech, they would've expelled--

She did this.

Cassandra is who gave her the gun.

- Honey… - I know it.

Juno wouldn't keep it from us if that were the case.

Don't you agree?

Should I read it to you, Princess?

I'm not a baby. I can read it myself.

Juno, are you angry at me?

Why'd you tell me to bring the gun to school?

Everything is worse because of you.

Oh, that's not fair, Juno. Everything's worse because of you.

I told you to take it. Not to fire it.

You said it isn't dangerous.

Yes, and that's the truth. As long as no one pulls the trigger.

I really thought you were more mature.

It looks like you're still just a little baby.

Don't call me that.

Then prove you're not. Decisions have consequences.

So deal with the consequences and don't blame me for what you did.

That's not how you treat friends.

And I am still your friend, am I not?

And you're sure that I can't help you?

- Not today. - You will put me out of a job, David.

Why didn't you let us know when you saw

Juno was looking for something under our bed?

I thought she was just playing.

And you couldn't see that she was getting a gun from under the bed?

I could see she was under the bed,

but sadly, I couldn't really see what she was up to.

I see.

Hello, my love.

I'd like to talk privately with my daughter.

No problem.

Do you feel like going for a little walk outside?

Do I need to change schools?

No, you're going to stay.

Mm.

I only wanted to, I don't know, do something special.

To make sure the part was mine.

I know, my sweet.

But… how did you find the gun, hmm?

Somebody must've told you, hmm?

I just played under the bed, and I stumbled onto it.

Are you sure Cassandra didn't show you? Hmm?

No, she didn't.

Okay.

Sweetheart, hmm?

You can tell me everything.

Juno.

Juno, goddamn it. Hmm?

I know it was Cassandra. All right? Please.

Please just tell me. Admit it!

- David. - Yeah?

I'm worried about Juno.

Samira is acting very agitated towards her.

Cassandra showed you the gun. Just say it. Come on!

Shit.

It's okay. I'm your mother,

so you have to tell me the truth, all right?

You're hurting me.

Juno, don't try to protect her, for God's sake, she's not your friend!

- Sam! Let her go right now. Come here. - Papa!

What's gotten into you?

Cassandra gave her the gun, but Juno won't… admit it,

and I cannot figure out why.

- Sweetie. Come on-- - What's up?

What's up? Cassandra is dangerous. That's what's up.

The living room fire, now the gun and everything.

- Sam, stop this. - Juno, honey. You can just--

Maybe it really is best if I leave.

I was designed… to serve my family.

To make their home a happier place.

Obviously, I didn't succeed in that here.

And therefore, I turn myself off now.

Juno, my princess.

It's really best for everyone if I say goodbye.

At least until your mommy feels a bit better again

and her therapy finally shows results.

♪ When you say to yourself ♪

♪ That it's over ♪

♪ You don't believe ♪

♪ She is always loyal to you ♪

♪ Then turn around Look at her face ♪

♪ And you will see ♪

♪ Tears do not lie ♪

Please don't go, Cassandra.

Oh. Oh, honey. Come here.

Oh, sweetheart.

Huh. Can't believe it.

Says here, Wernicke's wife had another child.

A colleague of yours?

He already has five daughters. This is the sixth one.

Can't have a boy, I guess, can he?

I really wouldn't mind having another little child.

Whether it be a girl or a boy.

Oh please, darling.

I'm glad that Peter is finally older.

And you almost have your figure back.

Mama, Papa. I want ice skates too. Please.

Let's wait and see what Santa Claus brings you this year, Peter.

Ah, damn it!

So? Did Santa Claus bring all the presents you wished for this year?

No?

What did he forget?

My ice skates.

Are you sure?

How did this get here?

- For me? - I don't know. You better open it up.

- That is awesome! - What's awesome?

So, you like it?

- Aww. - Thanks, Mama.

Of course.

You're spoiling him.

He just wanted the skates so much.

If he wants a dress next, are you gonna give him that too?

- Sweet pea… - I'm just saying, he behaves like a girl.

He got ice skates, not stilettos.

He wants to be an ice princess, dear.

You see him prancing around like he's not… not quite normal.

A real boy should not do things like that.

He enjoys movement.

Soccer! He should play soccer.

Or be into swimming. But an ice dancer? No.

That's not proper for a Schmitt.

It's your fault if he ends up a total sissy.

You really do look good again.

Come on.

Arguing is good for us.

We haven't done this in a while.

Wait. Wait, wait.

But as her teacher, you must be able to do more for Juno.

Keep in mind, it's only been a few days.

People are still talking about nothing else.

The girls are nervous.

It's your job to make it feel safe. My daughter is not a monster.

I'm aware, and I'm really doing my best.

But I can't force friendships.

Hey, Emily.

Psycho.

I understand Mrs. Naales told her to avoid Juno.

Emily is the most popular student, after all.

Hey, can I talk to you? I'm so sorry.

Didn't you have, uh, your therapy?

We need to touch base.

Hmm. That's why you decided to skip therapy.

Couldn't you have waited?

- I… I'll just go back next week. - Next week? Huh.

- What's up? - I spoke with Juno's teacher this morning.

Ever since the gun, the other kids avoid her.

God, shit. I had a feeling that that would happen.

What now?

Uh, do we just switch schools, or…?

I don't think we should.

Juno will believe she is the problem if we move her, you know?

I think she needs a friend.

You know we can turn her on whenever.

- A real-life friend. - How are you gonna set that up?

Not me.

You.

Hello, Kerstin.

- Hello. - Wow. Nice place here.

- Sadly, we close in ten minutes. - Ah.

Okay. Then I'll just have a quick look around.

Actually, we're a pretty small bookshop.

We don't have a lot of reading material for adults, you know.

I'm extra honored, then.

You're not David--

- David Prill, of course! - Yeah.

- How could I not realize that? - Shh.

Not a lot of people here know that.

- Okay. - Hmm.

How did I not recognize you right away?

My daughter's also a big reader.

I've read some of these books to her. Especially before bedtime, you know?

I'm not a good alternative to real friends, though.

- Her age. - Yeah.

It's really a fantastic shop you have, I mean…

Oh, thank you.

For real. Great selection. Good layout too.

It'd be perfect for readings.

Could you imagine doing that here? That'd be…

I'm… Um, I'm not sure. I'm really, uh, able to now.

I'm mostly at home with Juno.

She's really kinda depressed since, well, everything happening at school.

She needs a lot of attention right now.

- What if Emily came by to play a bit, hmm? - Emily?

Uh-huh.

Yeah, I mean, do you think Emily would like to come by?

Of course she would. She'd be thrilled to!

Well, in that case…

Oh!

Then I'll be back.

Kerstin.

♪ My world was so gray ♪

♪ Without love… ♪

Mm, mm, mm!

That looks delicious.

Made for my baby, with love.

And speaking of things made with love, baby.

How is the little buddy doing?

Hmm?

How are things? "Oh, thanks. I'm very good, Papa."

"Hmm. Say, you haven't thought of a name for me yet, have you?"

Uh, not yet.

We haven't, do you, uh, have any ideas?

"I haven't thought of… Wait. How about Fred Flintstone?"

"I like that one."

Uh, I worry that might end up problematic, my man.

"All right. I guess if you say so, Papa. Then how about, um, Thomas?"

"I think I look… like a Thomas."

Thomas really is a wonderful name.

Except if it's a beautiful girl.

It isn't.

What if you're wrong?

Something I want to show you.

You'll like it, darling.

The vector ultrasound we've developed

means the abdominal wall can be looked through.

It makes photos of the baby that are so detailed,

determining the sex is easy.

Incredible.

This here… will change everything.

Lie down. Legs up.

As soon as the prototype is approved, one of these'll be in every hospital.

Just imagine.

Parents could make much better plans.

This is cold.

Do we paint the nursery blue or pink?

Do we have to buy boys' or girls' toys?

Unsurprisingly, we're still working on the noise levels.

You're positive it's not dangerous, right?

Just trust me.

Ready?

The critical hour.

Ow.

Horst? Horst?

Get it off!

Horst?

- What is it? - Uh…

I can't see…

How do you like Margarethe? For my mother.

That's a wonderful name.

And what characterizes Gregor's father after the metamorphosis?

How does he also change?

Miriam?

Come on, guys. I don't want to spoon-feed you everything.

Think back.

Upright walk…

EVERYTHING OKAY? STILL MAD?

PICK UP. LET'S TALK, PLEASE.

Couldn't even say hello to his son when he came home from work.

WHERE ARE YOU? I'M REALLY WORRIED.

Lethargic. Depressed.

Remember the character analysis that's due next week.

- Hey. - Hello, Samira.

Hi, Kerstin. Hello, Emily. Thanks for coming.

Juno is so excited to see you.

Mm. I am too, yeah.

And David, is he ready?

Yeah! David!

- Hey. - Hey.

Good.

Hi there.

Your book.

Yeah.

And remember, don't take things without asking. Yeah?

- This feels like a hostage exchange. - Yeah. Come on.

- Hey. - Yeah.

- Come in, sweetie. - Yeah.

Come.

- Have fun, Emily. - Thanks. See you.

Hey. Um…

- Is Steve here? - No.

Okay. You know where he is?

He didn't say. He just beat it.

When was that?

Couple days.

And nobody's seen him since then, or what?

Nicole, who is it?

I better get back.

You gotta know where your son is.

I told him to never show his face here again!

It's only the postman, goddammit!

Don't lie to me!

I'm not sure where he is. I just know it's better he's not here.

…that fucking mother, that loser of a son.

You too!

Yo, what's up? This is Steve. I'm busy right now.

Tell me you're alive, or I'm gonna call the police.

I'm telling you. I'm serious. You understand?

Where are you, man?

Ice cold, sweetheart.

Cold.

Cold.

Cold, still cold.

Oh, you're slowly getting a bit warmer.

Mm.

Warmer.

Very, very, very warm.

- I'm here. - Good job.

Your turn, Emily.

This is getting kind of boring.

I mean……I'm not five years old.

What do you wanna do? Hmm?

Hey!

Hey.

- What are you doing here? - You have to climb it.

Ah, shit.

Won't you get in trouble for this?

No one's here in the winter.

And anyway, a jail cell's not worse than a garden shed.

Might even be warmer.

Why wouldn't you come to me?

You kinda threw my ass out. You forget?

Yeah, but I didn't know you'd end up sleeping on the street.

What happened?

I tried to prove that I'm changing.

The locker room thing, when I…

- You know when I… - Hit me and just ran off?

It wouldn't've happened

if I wasn't constantly hiding from everyone.

You said you were happy because, even with your parents,

you didn't need to hide things.

So I got the brilliant idea that my father should know about you.

Yeah, he wasn't over the moon.

One,

two,

three,

four,

five, six,

seven,

eight,

nine,

ten,

eleven,

twelve, thirteen…

…fourteen,

fifteen,

sixteen,

seventeen,

eighteen,

nineteen, twenty,

twenty-one,

twenty-two,

twenty-three,

twenty-four,

twenty-five,

twenty-six,

twenty-seven,

twenty-eight,

twenty-nine,

thirty!

Up or down, front or back, I will have you as a snack!

Here I come!

Come to mine.

- Crash on the couch. - Why? This place is great.

And your family's creepy smart home might object.

What about her?

She came after me like a psycho when I left, calling you her son.

- What? - Yeah. Really weird.

Demanded I not go near you. Shit like that.

You should reset that thing.

She's already turned off.

Let's see where you guys are hiding.

I've got you!

Come on, let's get you out.

Have you found Juno yet?

- What's going on? - Did you touch anything?

Don't worry. We'll get you out of there.

The door is stuck.

What's happening here?

- Mrs. Prill, what'd you do? - Oh shit.

- Please get me out! - Don't worry.

- I've got you. - Hot! Hot! It's so hot!

Hurry, please. Get me out, now!

- Ooh, ow, ow, ow, ow! - I'll get you out.

I will.

Open up! Ow!

I'll get you out.

Don't worry.

Open it!

- Please! It's so hot! Let me out! - Shit.

Let me out!

Let me out!

Mama!

Mama!

Mama!

Are you all right?

Oh…

Don't be afraid, honey.

Nothing is going to happen in here.

Are you excited to meet your little sister?

Margarethe can't wait to meet her older brother either, baby.

How do you know that?

I can feel it from her.

When you were in my belly years ago,

I also knew that you would be extraordinary.

A boy so full of love that there's just no room for hate.

I already knew that one day, you'd make me so proud I could burst.

And look at me now. I could explode any day.

Bang.

Yes, bang.

Now go to sleep, darling.

- Mama? - Mm-hmm?

You're bleeding a little.

Just go to sleep.

Mama?

Horst!

Come on! The umbrella!

It's okay. Come here.

I have you. I have you.

- Our baby. - Stay strong. Everything's gonna be okay.

Goddammit. Hold on.

Hang in there, darling.

Ready? Hold on.

I can't do this.

Look out!

Shit.

This can't be happening!

Fucking damn it!

Goddammit!

I'm here.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm here. I'm here.

What do I do? I can't see anything!

She's bleeding!

Yes? What?

Send a helicopter.

My wife is bleeding to death, goddammit!

I can't see. There's blood everywhere.

Everything is going to be okay. They're gonna rush you to the hospital.

Why in the world did you crawl into that oven?

Ow. Ow.

Mrs. Prill, you expect me to believe that?

You couldn't open the oven door, but your nine-year-old daughter did?

That little girl has suffered second-degree burns all over.

Samira, they can help you there.

ST. ADALBERT THERAPY CENTER

It's a good hospital.

Do it for us. Hmm?

For Fynn and Juno.

- You'll be okay? - Go ahead. Yeah.

Juno, honey. Here. Like we talked about.

My number is saved in here.

Call me if anything happens. But shh, shh. Okay?

Yeah?

- It'll turn out all right. - Hmm.

You'll see. Hmm?

Here.

What is this?

Mac and cheese. You love it. Hmm?

I want my mac and cheese the way Mom makes it.

I won't eat this.

Well, you have to eat something, honey.

What if what happened with the oven wasn't Mom but Cassandra?

What makes you say that?

It's because I saw her.

The day that Emily came over.

How do you mean?

In the basement?

When we were playing that day,

I saw her screen light up.

Just for a second.

You must've imagined it, baby. Cassandra is off.

But you're sure you saw her?

Fynn, knock it off.

This bullshit all started with Cassandra, right?

Uh, Fynn…

Everything with Mom is connected somehow to her.

Fynn, can you not bring all that stuff up again, please?

Dad, Steve mentioned

last time he was here, she followed him and called me her son.

That's so absurd.

I mean…

Come on.

This is Steve.

What are you saying?

Just saying…

that you have a crush on the guy.

Huh? Of course you'd believe Steve.

I never told Steve about Mom's panic attacks, all right?

And yet, he just randomly says Cassandra's been telling him crazy shit too, huh?

You believe this, and then never said a word ever?

Hmm? Not to the police, not to the doctors, not to…

You know that it's bullshit.

That's why.

Your mother has mental problems,

and your buddy Steve obviously does too,

or he wouldn't fill your head with nonsense.

Now let's just eat.

Finish your dinner first.

Hello, Juno.

Hello, David.

Fynn.

It's so good to see you all again.

It's okay. Okay.

At long last, we're a real family.