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(girl squeals)

Whoa, I've never seen a kid fight

with a teacher like that before.

I can't believe he gave me an F.

You said you had a lighter?

Butane.

Why do you have this by the way?

I totally use it responsibly.

What is happening?

What is happening?

(quirky uptempo music)

Jagger: Sick! Totally looks like a Picasso.

(quirky uptempo music)

Fire!

(kids screaming)

Are you insane?

(quirky upbeat music)

(school bell rings)

Paul: I'm so sorry about the last minute cancellation.

Uh, school emergency.

Thank you.

Yes, I-I will call back later to, uh, to reschedule.

What happened?

Violet lit a Picasso on fire.

Principal: You can wait in my office until your father gets here.

Very nice to meet you, Sabi.

Typically, this is expulsion territory

but in light of the recent situation in Violet's life,

I'm prepared to recommend suspension.

Thank you.

Principal: If you agree to send Violet

to a board-approved child psychologist.

Totally.

What?

(quirky uptempo music)

She definitely needs a professional to talk to.

I don't need a therapist.

Babe, you, um, lit your schoolwork on fire.

Violet: I didn't think it was fair

that the whole class had to paint the same stupid still life

of an apple so I did a cubist take.

What I did was self-expression, which is the basis of art.

And then my art teacher fails me for that?

Like, why am I in the wrong here?

Sometimes it's just easier to follow the rules,

which is stupid, I know.

It's not like I mutilated a Guinea Pig

or something you should actually be worried about.

Why would you even think that?

You lit your schoolwork on fire?

What is that?

It's that fruit leathery stuff they like.

Sugar right after school.

What are you thinking?

They always have this.

Does your mom know?

Uh, yeah.

She thinks sugar is evil.

Hey!

There's 12% real juice in that!

Oh my God.

Shame-eating. Upstairs.

Yay, shame! -Go on.

I live for shame! -Okay, hurry.

Go, Henry! -All right, fast.

Let's go. It's a race. Come on.

Violet you gotta win!

You gotta win! You gotta win!

Hey look, so

there's like no shame in seeing a therapist, Vi.

Especially when life is like beyond.

What about you, Henry?

Would you like to see someone?

Sure.

Are you seeing a therapist, Sabi?

Oh yeah. I don't like...

Hey, uh, what should we do to take our minds off stuff?

Oh, hey, let's see how 7ven is doing in zeh Fatherland.

Look, there we are, look.

(they chuckle)

Sabi: She's like fully touristing out.

7ven's like the coolest person I know.

Oh my God.

That does not make me jealous at all.

I'd think you were cool too if you want abroad with her.

Abroad?

Fancy.

I could have gone if I wanted to.

Oh my gosh, why didn't you?

I had my reasons.

(soft hip-hop music)

♪

Sabi: I'm not saying you shouldn't feel what you're feeling.

I'm saying you don't have to talk about it.

Bessy: I'm cheating on Paul.

I'm a horrible person.

In some relationships

that wouldn't be considered cheating,

that would just be like normal.

Yeah but you have to tell the other person, though.

Ah, that's true.

(Bessy crying)

Sabi: What I like to do is I put my difficult feelings

in a special little box in my brain

and I close it up nice and tight and I don't open it ever

and then I talk about stupid stuff.

(Bessy cries)

Oh.

(loud funky music) (background chatter)

♪

7ven: Rum and Red Bull, per favore, grazie, prego.

Wait, what?

Rum and Red Bull.

What are you doing in Canada?

What is anybody doing in Canada?

I quit the 'Mein Art Kampf'.

You quit?

The whole job entailed getting terrified white people coffee.

There was barely any, quote, "curating".

Wait.

Also I had a threesome with my boss

which wasn't the best thing to do I guess politically.

Hey, fetuses.

Wait.

Why aren't you in Berlin?

I am in Berlin.

I'm just astral projecting.

You seem real.

Anyway, I wanted to get the young peoples take

on an idea I have for the 19th anniversary of the bar opening.

Here it comes.

Gender-bendy 'Angels In America'.

Please, no.

What? You cancelled 'Angels In America'?

You've heard of AIDS, right?

Deenzie, do something cool and fun

not old and faggy.

Performance art. Or drag high tea.

Ohmygod, yeah. Like Royal sip and spill.

Mandatory that everyone drags up as a royal king or queen.

Yes. White queers are stupid nuts for high tea

and colonization.

Yeah, I do love it.

Not colonization.

Mmhmm.

Um, you forget?

Shortcut's this way through the alley.

Nah, let's kick it on the street.

I wanna take in the beauty of our world class city at night.

Hey, you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

So you sat at the bar for three hours.

I haven't seen you sit anywhere for more than 15 minutes.

I'm embracing failure.

I'm blessed to be free of Western notions of success.

I'm ready to be not so work-driven.

When were you ever "work-driven"?

So how are you awkward deflection?

Oh gosh, the kids are good surprisingly.

Violet's birthday's coming up and it's going to be weird

'cause Bessy's in the hospital.

I just asked you how you are

and you answered by telling me how your kids are.

Fucking Stepford Wife.

Totally. I'm totally Nicole Kidman.

♪ I saw the end of the room,

♪ but I thought that we would never go home. ♪

Paul, Violet's father is a therapist too.

and had appointments all day

so he couldn't bring her.

And you're Fabby?

Sabi. The nanny.

Okay.

Interesting.

Isn't it?

Doctor: How does it make you feel to think of your mom

not being conscious?

Sad.

Have you talked to anyone about your sadness?

Nope.

No one in your family?

No.

Friends?

No.

Doctor: Have you been to visit your mom in the hospital?

No.

Doctor: Are you afraid that visiting her might make you cry?

Not really.

Doctor: Have you cried since your mom went into the hospital?

No.

I-I wonder if for our next session

if you could bring something in that belongs to your mom,

something that reminds you of her.

I have to come back?

Doctor: It would be good to find a way for her to

express how she's feeling.

Drawing pictures, journalling.

Sometimes girls like to dress up.

Do they?

(soft singing)

Well, what do you actually want?

Violet: I don't really know what I want.

Sabi: You know, you're totally allowed to ignore it

if you don't want to have a party.

Parents don't always know what's best for us.

Sometimes we know what's best for us.

What are you guys talking about?

Sabi: Violet thinks she might not want to have a party

for her birthday.

Well I've already sent out the invites.

You what?

Paul: We talked about this.

You said you wanted a neon theme.

Well, nobody's coming

'cause they would've mentioned it at school.

Paul: Violet, your mom would want you to have a party.

Whatever, Dad.

You need to stop!

I-I do?

Stop making parenting calls without checking with me!

I'm sorry.

I just, I have a patient waiting downstairs.

(knocking on door)

Hiiiiii.

Hi.

I know how you feel.

My mom assumes things about me

and what I might want all the time.

Am I, like, a bad person

'cause I haven't cried about her yet?

No, Vi, definitely not.

Just 'cause you haven't cried it doesn't mean you don't like, um,

love her.

Not to be rude but I kinda don't want to talk anymore.

Cool.

Call 7ven.

(phone ringing)

Yo, King.

7ven: Yas, Kween.

Yeah, I have to work for a bit and I have the kids.

7ven: Are you asking me to help you with children?

(7ven laughs)

Sex is complicated.

Can help you process emotions

but often it can help you run away.

Yolanda: Is that what I'm doing?

Running away from big emotions?

It's amazing how far we'll go not to feel our feelings.

Okay. Wow.

This is kinda cool.

Like you two in this space is so wild.

Don't embarrass me though, try and blend it in.

Which means Henry don't look so butch.

I'm kidding.

Okay, um, so what can I get you little mortals?

Anything you want?

Cappuccino.

I'm not getting you a cappuccino.

Violet: Sparkling limoni.

I'll have a scone.

Hiiiiii.

It gives me anxiety

when children have unrealistic expectations of me.

Violet's totally crushing on you.

You can do no wrong.

You're lucky I love you.

(upbeat music)

♪

♪

(Paul gags)

Aren't you supposed to be abroad?

"Abroad"? Fancy.

Nah, I left 'cause I'm a failure.

I failed art.

I failed art too!

Violet lit a Picasso on fire.

Whaaaat?

That's awesome.

Picasso's a misogynist piece of shit.

What's a misogynist?

(upbeat music)

♪

Why a lion?

You told me to bring something that belongs to my mom.

She has, like, this whole, like, little lion collection.

I collect elephants.

They're amazing.

They mourn their dead.

They create graveyards-

My mom's not dead.

I didn't say she was.

I was just sharing with you something-

(lion roaring)

Right.

(loud hip-hop music)

What uuuuuuup?

Hey folks.

Shotgun!

Uv course!

(upbeat hip-hop music)

♪ Big black hoodie

♪ with the big soul dots

♪ Big fat jury said the jig's so sauce ♪

How was therapy?

Stupid.

I hate therapy. It sucks ass.

Therapy's for people who want friends.

Or access to mushrooms.

Sabi: Therapy actually helps a lot of people,

and Violet don't do mushrooms.

I have no friends.

Babe, technically I'm a hundred different people

in the same body

so you have tons of friends.

When I need to process heavy stuff

I talk to the people who actually care about me.

Not somebody I pay to care about me.

Like when bad stuff happens...

See like...

I was kinds followed in Berlin.

Like at night, late.

And I honestly thought I was going to be murdered for real.

Sorry, that was intense.

My point, is that I did not,

I did not talk to a professional.

I'm talking to my friends, talking to you guys right now.

(hip-hop music)

Oooohhh, yeah!

Woooweee, uh!

(hip-hop music)

♪ You make me tick, tick, tick, tick, tick ♪

♪ Goddamn you, this, you this, baby ♪

Hey, you're being really great, you know, for Violet.

Whatever, she's rad.

She deserves me.

Sorry for getting cray in front of her.

What happened?

It was after a gallery show,

a couple of big scary dudes,

they followed me for ten blocks.

Made me realize I knew no one in this totally foreign city.

And I had nowhere to go to feel safe.

And I mean, look at me,

I'm a gorgeous target.

I just kept thinking, this is the end.

You know, weirdly, I thought of you,

and how you stayed home to help these people.

And I thought you were such a coward.

But now I want to be just like you.

Ohmygod, no, whatever.

Anyway, I made it home safe but I stopped sleeping after that

and it got way too hard to stay.

Hey, you, uh, you know I'm here for you, right?

Like for anything.

Well, I don't wanna be alone tonight

and my folks are out of town so maybe, like...

sleepover?

Playdate and a sleepover?

Ew.

Was that sexual?

No, why would that be sexual?

(7ven giggles)

Okay, don't get too close to me.

Okay, sorry.

(gentle music)

♪

(soft snoring)

(gentle music)

♪

(phone rings)

Everything okay?

About her birthday, um,

put yourself in her shoes, right?

She's like this kid whose mom suddenly went away

and maybe she doesn't really know how to deal

with how she's feeling

and is kind of maybe afraid

of feeling anything at this point.

Paul: Well, I just want her to celebrate herself.

What's she like in the hospital?

What does she look like?

Kind of like Dr. Octopus in a way

'cause she's got all these tubes and things

sticking out of her.

(gentle music)

♪

Hiiiiiii!

Where da party at?

Where is everyone?

Paul: I can't believe this.

What's wrong with people

that they bail on a kid's birthday party

at the last minute?

I told you! No one wants to come

to suspended pyro-girl's house!

Thanks for the reminder that I don't have any friends.

Don't be ridiculous, you have friends.

This is about the parents, not the kids.

Don't call me ridiculous, you misogynist!

Aw, snap.

Paul: Misogynist?

Did you call me that in front of her?

No!

Fine. You want a party? Let's have a party

because Father wants a party!

Paul: Hey. Okay, Vi-

I'm just so amazing and so happy right now!

Okay, okay, Vi- (party favour toots)

I'M DOING THE BEST I CAN!

Well do better!

Oh, you're having one of your stress bleeds again.

Hey, um, I have an idea.

Vi, I-I totally get you not wanting to have your own party

but what would you say about going to someone else's party?

(upbeat music)

Party time! -Violet, look at that.

(upbeat music)

♪

Are you ready?

(upbeat music)

(doorbell rings)

(chattering)

Jagger: Whoa. You guys look insane!

You have a big head.

I got a big wig.

(hip-hop dance music) (party chatter)

♪

♪

Ohmygod! Look at her!

You look fabulous!

(hip-hop dance music) (party chatter)

♪

(music mutes)

(Violet sniffles)

(music swells)

(party chatter swells)

(Sabi sobs)