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(sirens blaring)

Violet: We're just supposed to like go to school

when mom is in the hospital?

We don't know how serious anything is right now.

Dad said 'non-responsive'.

Non-responsive can mean a lot of things.

Like when you don't respond to a text.

That's probably not what he meant.

We literally have no information yet.

Henry, whoa, don't walk into the street.

Why are you lying to me?

Okay, Henry, wait.

Vi, I know it's scary

but until we know what we're dealing with

it's a normal day.

We fired you.

You're not even our nanny anymore.

(phone pings)

(whistle blows)

Seriously?

Do you know how dangerous what you just did is?!

Violet: Whatever!

Come on! - Whatever!

You have to watch her better.

Thanks for the advice, Priscilla.

Okay, Henry.

(quirky upbeat music)

Okay.

Game thingy?

You okay?

Yup.

(upbeat funky music)

Hello? - Hey.

Yeah, hold on.

I just wanted to...

Joey: She must've been going at a good clip.

Is she a serious cyclist?

Um, yeah.

Hmm, maybe she was distracted.

She ran right into a parked poutine truck.

Oh, wow.

Yeah, police told me.

'Kay, so you know that she was intubated at the scene.

She was intubated?

She stopped breathing?

Joey: Oh no, she never stopped.

They intubate so she doesn't vomit into her lungs

while she was unconscious.

Oh. -Yeah.

Ewww.

Joey: She is super lucky to be alive.

We're just waiting to get her into a CT scan,

take a look at her brain and cervical spine.

That is so real.

(cellphone ringing)

Yes, king.

I need all your deets

for booking that flight to Germania and whatnot.

Amazing. I'll-I'll be home in a bit.

(sighs) Do you ever reflect

on how small-minded we were in high school?

Like GO-train-ing to the Eaton Centre

was "expanding our horizons".

What a joke we were!

We're gonna see the world now, boo.

We're going to bloom like Edelweiss.

We're going to deep throat so much-

Shit I'm at work. Okay, I love you. Bye.

(quirky mellow music)

(car honking)

Lewis: Hey baby.

Hey.

Just get in. Five minutes.

(car horn tooting)

Baby.

(whistle blows)

Lewis: I just want to talk to you.

Sabi come on, please, alright alright.

(horn honking) (whistle blows)

You're not the only one on the road!

Lewis: Come on, you're whistling in my ear.

Sabi! Sabi! -Hold your horses!

Lewis: Why won't you talk to me?

Priscilla: He can see you, Sabi!

We can all see you.

Lewis: Please.

I can't hear!

Did you say something?

(whistle blowing) (horn honking)

Call me. call me?

(quirky mellow music)

♪

Lloyd: Hi.

Hi, I'm Lloyd.

Hey Lloyd. I'm-I'm Paul

Paul.

Hi, so my job is to support the medical staff,

does that makes sense?

Yeah, why wouldn't that make sense?

Yeah.

Okay so, um, medications.

Is Bessy on blood thinners?

Oh, um-

I-I don't think so.

It's a tough day, I know, I'm sorry.

I hate to pester you.

Just tell me anything you can think of.

She likes Missy Elliott.

Uh. the woman she dated before me was an OBGYN.

Can we stick to medications and allergies,

just for me?

Uh, retinol.

Retinol, okay.

Can I just make a call?

Mhm.

Yeah, of course.

Yeah, take your time.

Okay.

Lloyd: Oh, I see you have her belongings, mmm, good.

I'm going to be in my office.

Okay. -Okay.

Thanks.

(keys jingling)

(phone notification)

Paul: Who's Penny?

(phone notification)

(soft music)

Sabi: What am I looking for?

Paul: Just read me the medication labels.

She doesn't have any allergies to any meds.

How do you know that?

Sabi: Oh shit, that's a lot of pills.

Valacyclovir, Lorazepam,

Rogaine?

Those are mine.

Tiny rainbow vibrator.

That's not mine.

Paul: There should be a file in the cabinet

underneath the, uh, the lion shelf.

Okay.

Paul: I don't even know why she likes lions.

I just know that she does.

They roar, that's it, that's the whole reason.

Paul: I really should know this stuff about her.

Sabi: Okay, so banking, insurance, investments

continuity plan.

Paul: Continuity plan.

Yeah, just give me one second.

(camera shutter clicks)

Did you know your blood type is B negative?

She was on escitalopram?

Sounds super legit.

Yeah, it's, uh, an anti-depressant.

Oh shit.

Hey, did she ever, um,

she ever mention a-a-a friend named Penny?

Um, no.

Oh, did you cancel your patients for the rest of the day?

No, I didn't think to do that.

Thank you.

Also, what should I say to the kids?

Oh God.

Um, can we, uh, just, uh, say we-

I'm sorry, I'm kind of freaking out right now.

I gotta go.

How the fuck did I not know you were depressed?

(quirky mellow music)

♪

♪ You see me clearer than a photograph

♪ trying to please you though I'm over that

♪ You pulling me down with you a total drag ♪

That top slays, like I'm dead.

I'll leave you here.

Aqsa: Thanks, Nalidi.

Why are you here?

Is it Mom?

Sabi: What? No, no.

It's Bessy. - Who?

Sabi: My nanny-boss.

She was in a really bad accident.

Is she insured?

What? No. I don't know.

Can you stop working early and take lunch with me now?

Hang on, I have someone on hold.

Would I be able to give you a call back in about an hour?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Take pictures of the shed after the firefighters are done.

Yeah, okay, ciao.

That person's shed was on fire?

Aqsa: Yeah.

Happens a lot actually.

Talk to me.

I dunno, if I don't go to Berlin now

I feel like I never will.

Aqsa: You're thinking about not going to Berlin?

You can't not go to Berlin.

Okay.

Aqsa: You need to be as super far from your stale ass life

as possible for your general development.

Sabi: Okay, but Bessy was,

she wasn't just my boss, she was like,

it's not like we hung out hung out but

she was the first person to ask me what my pronouns were

before I even knew to ask that so.

Well, she has a family.

No see, that's the thing,

she doesn't, there's like no support.

She has one sister in Australia

and both her parents are dead

and Paul's family's super sketch.

It just feels wrong to not be here for her,

for them.

I don't know.

Okay, um, I see what you're saying now, but-

I think that you're looking at it wrong,

like going or not going as if it's a choice.

It's not?

Aqsa: Let it not be a choice.

Some things are just too big to be choices.

Like, acknowledge that.

(phone rings)

One second.

(phone rings)

It's the school.

Hello?

(muffled indistinct speech)

Oh my God.

I'll be right over, thanks.

I have to go.

I'm so sorry, Aqsa,

I'll call you or text you.

Wait! I thought we were going to lunch?

Sorry. Sorry.

Aqsa: I'm hungry!

Sabi: Oh this is not the right way.

Uh, bye!

(quirky upbeat music)

♪

Hi, I'm here about-

Charles: Ah ah ah ah ah!

Yes, I will find someone to help you.

Please hold.

Ah, please stand behind the line.

New school policy.

Yeah, I'm here to take her home.

Oh, um, Violet was sent down to speak to the vice-principal

when she punched one of her classmates

in the vaginal region.

Violet: I pushed her in the vaginal region,

I'm not a monster.

(phone chimes)

Sorry.

(phone hums)

Who are you exactly?

Sabi: Sabi Mehboob, Violet's nanny,

I'm third on the emergency contact list.

Can I see some ID?

Seriously?

Uh huh.

Ah, there, you can put your ID on the desk over there.

You think my ID might be fake?

Because what would be my plan here?

Break her out of school so we can get high and go to like,

the mall?

No.

(quirky upbeat music)

Is this is your nanny?

I have no idea who that person is.

Hmmm.

(bell rings)

But Sabi's on the list of people authorized to pick her up, no?

So what's the problem?

Violet says she doesn't know this, um, person.

Paul: Uh, put my daughter on, please.

Charles: Your father wants to talk to you.

What's happening with mom?

'Kay, why are you pretending you don't know who Sabi is?

Violet: Why are you suppressing information?

Paul: I-I-I can't talk right now I,

just put-put Sabi on.

Sabi who?

Stop it!

He wants to talk to Sabi.

I'll just transfer it onto the phone

on the other side of the room.

(phone rings)

Hey.

Hey, I, I can't believe the school is pulling this.

What do I do?

Just white saviour it so I can take her home.

Paul: Oh.

Uh...

(phone rings)

Yes, hello again.

Paul: Hey!

Yeah, I just got news that my wife

is about to have a piece of skull removed

so they can give room for her brain to swell.

Oh.

Yeah, that wasn't the plan when she left for work this morning.

You understand that.

I am so sorry.

What's he so sorry about?

Paul: So, hey, I have an idea!

What if you let the person authorized

to take my daughter home,

take my daughter home!

I wish your wife all the best.

What did he tell you?

I don't feel it's for me to say.

Ugh.

(introspective music)

Sabi: All I know is she had an accident on her bike

and it's pretty serious.

But I don't know how serious.

And your dad's totally gonna fill you in

when he's able to wrap his head around this.

Who's the guy on our porch?

Are you kidding me?

Lewis: Sabi! Sabi: Oh my God.

Violet: Is he gonna mug us?

It's okay, Vi.

It's fine, I know him.

I need to talk to you.

Um, yeah, I'm a bit maxed on aggro white dudes

being in my face today.

I want to be with you.

I love you.

(Violet laughs)

Yeah, do you think now is the perfect time for this?

Read the room!

But I love you!

I know that now!

I totally know that I love you.

Sabi!

(Violet laughs)

Apparently that guy totally knows he loves you.

Yeah, I don't want to talk about it.

You don't want to talk about anything.

You'd rather lie cuz liar's gonna lie.

Just like dad!

Violet, he was in the middle of major stuff,

which you made worse by vag-punching a classmate.

Now we can doomsday the crap out of this,

or we can stop guessing until we get real info.

But dad has real info.

Sometimes people suck at the truth.

Just give him a minute.

(Violet sighs)

(door slams)

(phone vibrates)

(in German accent) Ooooh! Guten tag!

My name is Mila Meyer-Laundrut

and I am hashtag German Instagram model.

I'm so very excited for your recent visit

that I am screaming inside my heart!

(7ven exaggeratedly giggles)

7ven: Even though round animals are my first love

I also enjoy Bollywood dance,

jumping into your feelings

and spit play!

Hashtag peace on earth.

Hashtag we're going to Berlin bitch!

(solemn music)

♪

(phone rings)

(phone vibrates)

Woman: Sabi.

Sabi.

Sabi.

Sabi Sabi Sabi Sabi Sabi Sabi Sabi Sabi Sabi Sabi.

Oh my God.

Are you worried that your ma hasn't called you today?

Is this it?

Like she sees you,

she finally really sees you

and you're just never gonna talk again.

Violet: (muted) Sabi wake up.

Oh my God.

Violet: Sabi wake up!

We have to pick Henry up.

(electronica dramatic music)

♪

♪

Violet: Is that Dad's car parked in front of the house?

He's just sitting there.

Why doesn't he just come inside?

'Cause he doesn't want to face us-

Oh my God, Mom's dead.

Violet, look at me, look at me,

you can see your dad's not in a good place, right?

He's probably got some really awful news

but not like awful, awful because he would have told me.

Your mom's not dead, okay?

Okay. -Okay.

So someone has to talk to your father

and someone has to make you both a snack.

Right?

Which one do you want to do?

(subdued uptempo music)

I'll make the snack.

Okay.

Okay Henry, let's go.

(subdued uptempo music)

♪

How bad is she?

She had surgery

on her brain.

We don't know when she'll be conscious again.

Couple days, couple weeks, never.

After three weeks then statistically it's-

well, it's bad.

Hey, uh, why didn't you answer your phone earlier?

I-I forgot.

Can you do something for me?

Yeah?

Don't ever not answer your phone.

Am I allowed to hang out with my friends?

What? Yeah, of course you can hang out with your friends.

You're messing with me.

Weird timing.

Well, I-I kind of didn't know what to say

to that massively possessive act and I didn't know-

Yes, no, I-I got it, I got it.

(melancholic music)

Sabi: You are gonna have to say something to them

or Violet's gonna start lighting shit on fire.

Why can't I just talk to them?

I can't even look at them.

I feel like the worst father.

I think showing them you're human is being a good father.

(melancholic music)

♪

(muted) Hi guys, um, sorry, I-

Um, I just wanna talk.

(melancholic music drowns Paul out)

♪

Paul: (muted) I love you guys so much.

(melancholic music swells)

Listen.

Yeah.

I can't tell you how much-

Please don't.

This was the hardest day of my life.

She is

everything to me.

She is a lot to everyone.

I know you said you weren't able to take on more hours-

I-I found room in my schedule.

Thank you.

It's not even a choice.

Um, I will see you in the morning.

(soft twinkly music)

♪

What uuup?

You wanna watch me buy those plane tickets?

Are you freaking out?

It's normal. International move.

It's huge but this is it, Sabi.

This is going to be the fulcrum of our existence,

like there's going to be us pre-Berlin

and then us post-Berlin.

Oh shit shit shit,

you're backpedalling, don't.

You are about to supernova

into extreme self-realization, Sabi.

Don't let fear turn you into an empty shell of unlived life.

Sabi: I'm not going to Berlin.

You would do anything to run away from yourself.

You're constitutionally incapable of living

any kind of truth about who you are.

YOU BREAK MY HEART!

("I'm Not Going" by Carmen Elle)

♪ I'm in the middle of an ocean

♪ Pulling me in

♪

♪ But I'm not going ♪

♪

♪ But I'm not going ♪