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and that's why the work you do is so important we can't just talk about

financial abuse we need action thank you so much for sharing your insights with

us today thanks for helping me get the word out of course if you suspect

is experiencing financial abuse reach out Let's create a Canada where every

woman is financially empowered and safe. As always, Abigail, your passion for

the issue really shines through.

And speaking of shining, as we celebrate the launch of our 10th season, we're in

for a celestial treat. That's right, Jill.

Today, a rare total solar eclipse will be visible in parts of our beautiful

country. Let's check in with our meteorologist, Kat, who has the details

where to catch the best views. You got that right, Abigail.

Today, the moon is throwing some serious shade.

Right here in Toronto, the eclipse kicks off at around 11 .05 a .m. And

remember, Little Miss Sunshine is a fickle one. Don't look at me. Look at

No, don't look at me. Don't look at her. Trust me. She will hurt you if you are

not wearing a pair of protective glasses.

Here you go. On me.

Wow.

Well, they're not Prada, but they'll have to do. Well, I'm just a humble

girl, not on a Prada salary, Jill.

Well, I would say that it is a wonderful omen for the launch of our new season.

I actually can't see anything.

What about you folks at home? Are you as hyped for these cuts as we are?

Stay there, and we'll be right back after this break.

Not a bad start to the season. Not pretty good. You guys were on fire.

I think we did pretty well. You were okay. I'll lead.

I think we should do a segment on the second moon.

Okay. There is no second moon. What did you think, Lou?

No, no. You guys were great.

Approved by Gen Z.

Okay. What is on deck for tomorrow?

Okay. Oh, yeah. First off, we have to cancel the segment with the viral alpaca

farmer because, as it turns out, he's a not -so -secret racist.

Oh.

Gay? A real big dark web presence I did not know about. Hmm. I could have told

you that. Okay, are you angling for a full -time position here or what? You

can't afford me.

Okay, let's not overthink this. Just give the musical guest a second segment.

I love it. I was thinking Indian food for dinner tonight. Yeah, perfect. I

it. Yeah, Abby, good for you?

Um, I can't.

Lucy and I have plans. What?

No, you didn't. It's the only time all the femmes can get together. Mom, you

should go.

I'll go to Stella's if that's okay with you. She invited me.

Give me a second.

That was not the deal.

You were right.

I wasn't honest with you, and I'm sorry.

I promise I'll never let you down again.

Okay. Straight to Stella's. Send them back home.

Thanks, Mom.

Sorry for the delay.

Oh, not at all. Waiting isn't fun, is it, Minister?

That's exactly what the women at Havenwood have been doing for six

Wow. Right to the chase.

Pretty sure that's a new record.

Well, I'm in a hurry because these women are suffering.

You understand the ramifications of leaving women with mental health issues

neglected. It's not just a human cost, it's a fiscal one, too.

Hospitals, prisons, shelters, they all end up paying the price.

An investment in Havenwood would be an investment in their futures.

Consider it done.

I'll look into securing a discretionary budget.

Thank you.

I actually wanted to discuss an opportunity for you. We need your voice

party. I find my direct line with the public actually helps me move things

faster. Yeah, but with your track record, politics seems like a

natural progression, doesn't it?

Show me you can move things forward by securing us some funding, and we'll see.

You couldn't find a wig? I don't think anyone saw me.

Well, what if they did?

You're not a married woman. You're as free as a bird.

No, I'm not.

I'm a woman in the public eye. I don't want people knowing.

Wait,

knowing what? That you're happy?

A star and her director?

Please say it's humiliating. Is this what ego death feels like?

I want to take a nap if I want to be in shape for tomorrow. You know, this hotel

doesn't rent by the hour. You could spend the night.

Lou?

Lucy?

Blue? Blue?

9 -1 -1, what's your emergency?

Um, my daughter, she's, um, she's not breathing.

Ma 'am, what's your address?

1094 Howell in Vienna.

Paramedics are on the way.

We have a code one.

Come with me, please. You've got to let us work.

When did you find her like this?

A few minutes ago.

And when did you last see her before that?

This morning.

Do you know if she took anything, any drug?

I found a bottle of my sickle cell provider and some rum.

Do you remember how many pills were in the bottle?

No.

Oh, I guess it was full.

How old is she?

Fifteen. Was she depressed?

No.

I don't think so.

Ma 'am.

Ma 'am.

Please.

Well, can you wake her up? Can you do something?

We're doing everything we can.

I'm going to ask you to wait right here while we do our work, okay? Okay.

Right here.

Ma 'am, do you live here?

Abby?

What's going on? Are you okay?

I found Lucy unconscious in her bed.

Is she okay? Is she dead?

We've cut the medical examiner.

I'm going to ask you to have a seat right here. Try to breathe normally.

What's your name, ma 'am?

Abigail Walker.

Do you know where you are?

In my home. And what time is it?

How else should I know?

Dick? Ma 'am? Abigail.

Are you family?

I'm his girlfriend.

What happened?

What happened? What happened?

Can someone tell me what's happening? Excuse me, ma 'am. Sir, if it's all

I'd like to ask you about some questions so that we can piece together what

happened.

When was the last time you saw your daughter?

Two days ago. She's been at our mom's for a week.

She came to work with me this morning.

She stayed until noon, and then she was going to spend the evening with her best

friend.

Sir,

where do you live?

Next door, Abigail and I. We don't have a formal company agreement, so the kids

just go back and forth.

Hi, Stella. It's Abigail Walker. I'm so sorry to call so late, but... What

happened? Did Lucy leave your place tonight?

What?

What do you mean? Since when?

I dropped her off on your street just last week.

No, it's okay.

Just go to sleep, honey. Thank you.

She didn't go to Phyllis.

She hasn't seen her all summer. How is that possible? Did you see her come home

tonight? Do you know if she stayed in all night, if she was alone? No, no, I

haven't heard anything.

I came home around 6 o 'clock.

They did everything they could.

Your daughter was already deceased before we arrived.

I suspect about two hours.

I'm so sorry.

What?

Oh, God!

What's going on?

Your sister, she... She, um...

What happened?

What happened?

What happened?

Ma 'am?

I believe your daughter left this for you.

We know that you came to the station two weeks ago claiming that your daughter

had been assaulted.

What's transpired since then?

She was going through a tough time.

And two weeks ago she was unraveled.

Uh, excuse me? We only have almond milk at Dad's. Not beyond cereal.

Just leave me a splash of my coffee, please. Sure.

Good morning.

Where are we going dressed like this? To work and then a party with Stella. And

where is the party?

Back off.

Hey, I asked you a question. And I said back off.

It was later that night that we realized that things were worse with Lucy than

we thought. Hey, Lucy, come congratulate your brother.

He won his badminton tournament.

Lou?

I asked you a question. I didn't say you could come in.

What's going on?

Look at me, Lou.

Get out.

Watch it.

What is this?

It's nothing.

What did she do now?

How did you get these? I fell off my bike. Don't give me that. Just leave me

alone. Go get your father, Lou.

She calmed down when I got there.

She just wanted to speak to me alone. You know, just the two of us.

And that's when she told me what happened.

I provoked him.

I swear he's not a violent person, but you can't tell Mom.

She'll just overreact and she won't let me see him.

See him?

This guy's supposed to be your boyfriend?

Okay, I won't tell you, Mother.

But you do know that a man should never hit a woman for any reason, right? But

it was my fault. There's no excuse for that behavior. And as your father, I

can't let this guy do this to you.

You do understand, right?

I don't want you anywhere near this guy. You're not listening to me. It was my

fault. Why won't you believe me? Okay, okay, breathe.

Let's just sleep on the whole thing. We can talk about it tomorrow.

I don't want you to stop me from seeing him.

Promise me.

She doesn't have a boyfriend.

Oh, look, Allison. Just wait.

I finally got her to calm down and just let her sleep.

I told her I wouldn't tell you about him.

And you agreed to that? I'm telling you now.

We'd both be in the dark if I didn't agree.

Can we please just be on the same page about this?

Sure we can. If that means that we go to the police and press charges against

this piece of shit. I want to punch this guy right now, but... When is the...

I told her we'd talk about it tomorrow and we'd just go from there. I know

waiting is your answer for everything, but not this time.

No, let go of me. I'm not going. Stop it.

No.

We were at the police station for eight hours.

Lucy refused to identify her boyfriend, let alone admit that he had hurt her.

She wouldn't press charges.

But because she's a minor, an investigation was launched.

His name is Alex Gray.

What the

fuck

are you doing?

For real? You're just talking.

Why are you such a whore for attention?

You trying to embarrass me?

Wow, doesn't take much, does it?

Not man enough to handle a little competition?

None of the other guests at the party saw anything. And without Lucy's

testimony, the police couldn't charge him.

So the social worker recommended therapy.

Your father and I are very worried about you.

You keep stonewalling us and all of our efforts.

How much time is left?

Lucy, do you hear what your mother is saying?

Don't you want to at least talk about how you feel?

Don't you, like, work for her?

She established this center, but no, I'm here for you.

You're just going to take her side?

There are no sides here.

Your mother wants what's best for you.

What do you want?

Honestly, I want to leave.

Home.

What?

And go where?

I want to travel and see the world.

School starts in two weeks. It's your senior year.

When you were my age, you dropped out and backpacked across Europe and North

Africa. Yeah, I was 16 and not 15.

Wow, big difference.

And I had a plan.

You're already on academic probation. If you take a year off now, then what?

What's the long game, Lucy?

Not two months ago, your father invited you and your brother on a trip to

France, and you couldn't have been less interested.

But now you want to see the world with some guy you just met?

With some asshole who beats you?

Really, Lucy, where's your self -respect? God, do you ever shut up?

I couldn't trust her to make good decisions.

Lucy.

so I had no choice but to keep an eye on her 24 -7. You would say that she is

motivated, smart, and a joy to have around.

I need my phone! Why do you want to control my life?

This is so good.

Are you sure you don't want one?

You don't even have to talk to me. You can just point at the flavor you want.

You're such an idiot.

What?

Within a week, her attitude completely changed. At home, at work.

She even started pitching segment ideas for the morning show.

I had plans with some girlfriends, but I canceled them so that I could be with

her. But Lucy said... You were right.

I wasn't honest with you, and I'm sorry.

I promise I'll never let you down again.

I let her go.

I promise I'll never let you down again.

She must have gone to see him.

Later, I... I took a nap.

And when I woke up, she had sent me a strange text.

I thought she was letting me know that she understood why I did all of this.

I thought about calling her.

But she seemed so good.

So I decided that she deserved some space.

Mr. Dentons, do you have any reason to believe that your daughter was suicidal?

She wouldn't speak to me after Abigail took her to the police.

She didn't trust me anymore.

How about you, son?

No, but, um...

We weren't exactly very close. Hey, don't say that.

You guys are teenagers.

That's perfectly natural.

Keep it close to your heart.

Even if you don't believe in it, what's the harm?

The police are done at my place.

I'll head back today. I've put you guys out enough.

You've done no such thing.

You stay as long as you need, Abigail.

Of course, you wouldn't want to rush back over there.

Felix, you need more time.

But the professors will understand.

I can talk to them. I'm already falling behind. I gotta go.

You shouldn't be back here.

It's too soon.

I need to understand why she felt so hopeless.

Don't you?

Of course I do.

Just like I needed you to consult on me before dragging our daughter down to the

police station in the middle of the night. If we waited, the cops would have

dismissed her and called her a liar.

And then the bastard would have hurt her again or worse. Well, we'll never get

to know that, will we?

But would have happened if you'd just done it my way just this once.

But she's your girl.

Your special project.

I had to take control.

You were so helpless with her. You couldn't handle her meltdowns. You just

what you always do.

Wait and see.

Tell yourself it's all just going to work itself out.

Well, look now.

You always did this when we were together. I'm trying to have a

with you, and you just shut down. Why, Nick?

Because it never does any good.

You owe them.

I'm so sorry for your loss, Mrs. Walker. Thank you, Stella.

I just keep thinking about what you said.

You really haven't seen Lucy all summer?

What happened with you guys? Were you not friends anymore?

I don't know.

When she started seeing that guy, she changed.

She, like, disappeared.

You saw the picture you started posting, right?

Yeah.

It was weird.

Lucy was just gone.

I should have said something.

The son of a bitch isolated her from her friends. It's a classic abuse of

bullshit. Textbook.

Anyway, what's up?

Nothing. Nothing. I just wanted to give you a heads up that you should stay off

socials for a beat, okay?

Why? It's that idiot shock jock.

What is he saying? Just block him, okay? Trust me.

Just read it to me.

Kat, I can look it up myself.

The death of Abigail Walker's daughter is proof that wokey -jokey feminism is a

rot that perverts our children. Just look at the tramp's Instagram. The only

thing that's liberated from his pants.

The girl died of embarrassment.

What, the coward didn't even have the balls to tag me? Yeah, just wait till I

get my hands on that fucking misogynistic piece of shit, garbage,

fuckface. Kat.

Kat, it's fine. Just... No, fuck him. Kat.

He's not worth it.

He's just another loser with a podcast.

And I represent everything that guys like him find threatening.

If we respond, it'll only encourage him.

I could kill him.

I should

go.

Let me offer you my most sincere condolences.

Have you put any thought as to what sort of ceremony you had in mind for Lucy?

I'm only going to speak publicly one time about the loss of my... my, um...

Lucy.

My family and I are going through the most difficult time in our lives.

I realize that some people seek to use our tragedy to stir up public debate, to

pass judgment on me, or to speculate on what they believe my daughter was going

through.

But death warrants reverence and respect.

So I call upon my fellow media professionals, as well as our fans and

alike,

To allow us to mourn in peace and in privacy out of respect for...

I'm sorry.

To the commercial.

I just need you to understand.

This has nothing to do with you.

Ms. Walker.

I'm Evelyn Lalonde. I'm a cellist.

You interviewed me when the Prague Philharmonic came to Toronto.

Yes, I remember.

First, let me say I'm outraged by what's being written about what happened to

your family.

Thank you.

I lost a daughter, too.

I'm so sorry.

Ms. Walker, wait. I appreciate it. I really do, but you'll have to excuse me.

I'm not myself today. No, I know. That's why I'm here.

You could save your daughter if that's what you want.

I'm sorry, what?

What I'm about to tell you is hard to believe. I know it's unthinkable, but

number is for an agency that lets you go back to the past to change it.

You would take advantage of my grief to peddle some bullshit again.

Live on his podcast tomorrow, Carson Fleming is going to respond to your

today on your show and claim he was not referring to your private life, that he

just wanted to spur a debate. Yeah, of course he's going to say that.

During a back and forth with his co -host, she's going to have a coffin fit

mute herself for a few seconds until it subsides. Fleming will seize the

opportunity to ridicule you and say, you can't finish your sentences either.

Just take it.

Trust me.

And a word of advice.

Don't go too far back.

I just understand why

she did what she did.

You might never understand.

Many suicides are impulsive, spur of the moment, an

insurmountable feeling.

I should have known how she was suffering.

You did know.

And you did everything in your power to help her.

You are not to blame for this.

I forced her to go to the police.

You were defending her.

Protecting her.

You were doing what she needed you to do.

We're Lucy's parents.

You were the last one who saw us. I didn't do anything.

We just wanted to ask you a few questions. I already told the cops

You have to talk to them.

And my lawyer says I can't talk to you.

Did you guys have a fight? Is that what happened? Go away! Why'd you hit our

little girl?

Alec, please open the door. Did she do this because of you, you miserable piece

of shit?

Go away! Two chicken shit to hit a man, huh?

Were you a real tough guy with the teenage girls? Well, come on!

Come on, dude.

Open up the door.

Come on, open up the door, you fucking... Open the fucking door. Open

fucking door.

Where did we go wrong?

God, we lose her.

I made her feel like she couldn't talk to me.

Two hands off, I didn't know her.

No, I didn't. I didn't say anything about her private life. Her daughter's

photos were shared with the public. It's not my problem. The public has thoughts

about them.

Abigail Walker spent her whole career touting the merits of feminism, but when

it results in her daughter's death... Oh, hey.

Apparently you can't finish your sentences either.

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It pains me to know that you two weren't close.

I know.

Me too.

Why weren't you?

She brushed me off a lot.

And figured I was the reason she didn't want to go to France.

And then, um... Stuff she was posting on Insta, I found it

embarrassing.

But I didn't even think about why or what she was.

I don't know how you could go back in there, Mom.

I can never.

I have to.

I know this sounds crazy, but I just... I keep hoping I'm going to see her wake

up in her bed tomorrow morning.

Proserpina, Proserpina, come home to mama, come

home to mama.

Proserpina, Proserpina, come home to

mama, come home to mama.

I shall take away every

morsel to eat. I shall turn every field into stone.

Abigail Walker.

Yeah.

We only have almond milk at Dad's.

Nasty on cereal.