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Sexuality, coarse language, and violence.

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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 someone 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 on where you can 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 1105 a.m. And remember, Little

Miss Sunshine is a fickle one.

Don't look at me.

Look at me.

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.

Oh, wow.

Well, they're not Prada, but they'll have to

do.

Well, I'm just a humble weather 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 the eclipse as

we are?

Stay there and we'll be right back after

this break.

Not a bad start to the season.

You guys were on fire.

I think we did pretty well.

You were OK.

I think we should do a segment on

the second movie.

There is no second movie.

What do you think, Lou?

No, no.

You guys were great.

Approved by Gen Z.

OK, what is on deck for tomorrow?

OK.

Oh, yeah.

First off, we have to cancel the segment

with the viral alpaca farmer because, as it

turns out, he is a not-so-secret

racist.

Oh, OK.

A real big dark web presence I did

not know about.

Hmm, I could have told you that.

OK, are you angling for a full-time

position here or what?

You can't afford me.

OK, let's not overthink this.

Just give the musical guest a second segment.

I love it.

I was thinking Indian food for dinner tonight.

Yes, perfect.

I love 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 films can

get together.

Mom, you should go.

I'll go to Stella's if that's OK with

you.

She invited me.

Um, 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.

OK, straight to Stella's.

Send them back home.

Thanks, Mom.

Sorry about the delay.

Oh, not at all.

Waiting isn't fun, is it, Minister?

But that's exactly what the women at Havenwood

have been doing for six months.

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, uh, I actually wanted to discuss an

opportunity for you.

We need your voice in the party.

I find my direct line with the public

actually helps me move things faster.

Yeah, but with your, uh, track record, politics

seems like a natural progression, doesn't it?

Show me you can move things forward by

securing us some funding and, um, we'll see.

You couldn't find a wig?

I don't think anyone saw me.

So 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?

It's cliche.

It's humiliating.

Is this what ego death feels like?

I should get started.

I want to take a nap.

I don't want to be in shape for

tonight.

You know, this hotel doesn't rent by the

hour.

You could spend the night.

Lou?

Lucy?

Lou?

Lou?

Lou?

911, what's your emergency?

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

Ma'am, what's your address?

Uh, 1094 Howell and Yannick's.

Paramedics are on the way.

We have a code one.

Come with me, please.

You've got to let us walk.

When did you find her like this?

Just a few minutes ago.

And when did you last see her before

that?

This morning.

Do you know if she took anything?

Any drugs?

I found a bottle of my sleeping pills,

the cider, and some rum.

Do you remember how many pills were in

the bottle?

No, but I guess it was full.

How old is she?

15.

Was she depressed?

No.

Yeah, I don't think so.

Ma'am?

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.

And you live here?

Abby?

What's going on?

You okay?

I found Misty unconscious in her bed.

We've got to call 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?

Ma'am?

Are you family?

I'm his girlfriend.

Can someone tell me what's happening?

Excuse me, ma'am, sir.

If it's all right, I'd like to ask

you both 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 are separated.

We don't have a formal custody 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 time 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 Stella's.

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.

They did everything they could.

Your daughter was already deceased before we arrived.

I suspect about two hours.

I'm so sorry.

What?

What's going on?

Your sister, she...

She, um...

What happened?

She...

What happened?

What happened?

Ma'am?

I believe your daughter left this for you.

No!

Abby.

We know that you came to the station

two weeks ago claiming that your daughter had

been assaulted.

What's transpired since then?

Lucy was going through a tough time.

And two weeks ago, she just unraveled.

Uh, excuse me.

We only have almond milk at Dad's.

Nasty on cereal.

Just leave me a splash of my coffee,

please.

Good morning.

And where are we going dressed like this?

To work and then a party with Stella.

And where is this 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?

Can you come out here, please?

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, Mama.

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.

It was a boyfriend.

She doesn't have a boyfriend.

Oh, what else is there to do?

Wait.

I finally got her to calm down.

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 a little bit?

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's light out

now, but Lucy is besides herself.

Now is not the time.

When is the time?

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.

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, we were just talking.

Why are you such a whore for attention?

Are 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.

And you're just gonna 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 will see 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...

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.

And so I decided...

that she deserved some space.

Mr. Daniels, 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.

I mean, 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.

We 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 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?

What 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 did what you always do.

Wait and see.

Tell yourself it's all just gonna work itself

out.

Well, look now.

You always did this when we were together.

I'm trying to have a conversation with you.

And you just shut down.

Why, Nick?

Because it never does any good.

You always have to be right.

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?

Well, 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 pic she 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.

That's classic abusive bullshit.

Textbook.

Anyways, what's up?

Uh, nothing.

Nothing, I just, um...

I just wanted to give you a heads

up that, um...

you should stay off socials for a bit,

okay?

Why?

It's that...

that idiot, ShockJock.

Uh, you just...

What is he saying?

Just block him, okay?

Trust me.

Just read it to me.

Kat, I can look it up myself.

The...

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 she's liberated from is 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,

asswipe, fuckface!

Kat, it's fine, just...

No, fuck him.

Kat.

He's not worth it.

Fucking scum.

He's just another loser with a podcast.

Am I right?