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Shh...

Lucy!

Just leave me alone!

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 everyone 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

on parts of our beautiful country.

Let's check in with our meteorologist, Cat,

who has the details on... -Get ready, three.

Three standing by.

-Go three. -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 me, no, don't look at me.

Don't look at her. Trust me.

-Go for it. -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 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.

-Yeah, pretty good. -You girls were on fire!

-I think we did pretty well. -You were okay.

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

We're not... there is no second moon.

-What do you think, Lu? -No notes.

You guys were great. -Approve 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 is a not so secret racist.

Oh. Okay.

Real big dark web presence I did not know about.

I could have told you that.

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

You can't afford me.

Uh, okay, let's not overthink this.

Just give the musical guest the second segment.

I love it. Let's do 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 fems can get together.

Mom, you should go.

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

Um... give me a second, okay?

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 and then back home.

Thanks, mom.

Sorry for 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 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...

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... 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.

Hey.

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 cliché. It's humiliating.

Okay. Is this what ego death feels like?

Come on, we should get started.

I wanna take a nap

if I wanna be in shape for tomorrow.

Wait, you know this hotel doesn't rent by the hour,

you could spend the night... -Shh.

Lu?

Lucie?

Lu?

Lu?

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

Um... my daughter, she's...

She-she's not breathing.

Ma'am, what's your address?

Uh... 1094 Howl... in The Annex.

Paramedics are on the way.

We have a Code One.

Come with me, please, you've gotta let us work.

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 besides her...

and some rum...

Do you remember how many pills were in the bottle?

No.

I guess it was full...

How old is she?

15.

Was she depressed?

No.

I... don't think so.

Ma'am? Ma'am.

Please...

Can you wake her up? Can you do something?

We're doing everything we can.

I'm gonna 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.

Are you the father?

Come with me.

Is she okay? Is she dead?

We've called a medical examiner.

I'm gonna 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.

-Look at me. -And what time is it?

How should I know?

Nick?

Abigail.

Are you family?

I'm his girlfriend.

-She's... -What happened, what happened?

Can someone tell me what's happening?

-Please sit down, Ms. Walker. -Excuse me, ma'am, sir,

if it's alright, 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 her mom's for a week.

Uh... she came to work with me this morning.

She stayed until noon and-and then

she was gonna spend the evening with her best friend.

Okay.

Sir, where do you live?

Next door. Abigail and I separated.

We don't have a formal custody agreement,

so the kids just go back and forth, it's...

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-it's okay.

Just go to sleep, 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.

I came home around six o'clock.

They did everything they could.

But your daughter was already deceased before we arrived.

I suspect about two hours.

I'm so sorry.

What?

No! Oh, God.

What's going on?

Felix...

Your sister. She... she...

No, no, 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... unravelled.

Uh? Excuse me?

We only have almond milk at Dad's. It's nasty on cereal.

Just leave me a splash for my coffee, please.

Sure.

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...

Lu?

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, Lu.

-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. Lu!

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 your mom.

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 behaviour,

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.

Tomorrow.

It was the boyfriend.

She doesn't have a boyfriend.

What else is she...

Just wait.

Hey, 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 about this?

Sure, we can.

If that means that we go to the police

and press charges against that piece of shit...

Look, I wanna punch this guy's lights out now, but...

...Lucy is beside herself. Now is not the time.

When is the time?

I told her that 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?

You for real? We were just talking.

Why are you such a whore for attention?

You tryin' 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-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 centre, but no, I'm here for you.

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 wanna leave.

Home.

What?

And go where?

I wanna 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 Africa.

Yeah, I was 16 not 15.

Wow. Big difference.

And I had a plan.

You're already on academic probation.

If you take a year off now then-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 wanna 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 wanna control my life?

Mmh, 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 flavour you want.

You're such an idiot.

What?

Within a week her attitude completely changed.

At-at home, at work...

She even started pitching segment ideas

for the morning show.

I had plans with some girl friends, but I cancelled 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've 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. Daniels,

do you have any reason to believe

that your daughter was suicidal?

She wouldn't speak to me after...

...Abigail took it to the police.

She didn't trust me anymore.

How about you, son?

No... but...

...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.

Look, 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 with 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 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.

And 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, Ms. Walker.

Thank you, Stella.

I just keep thinking about what you said.

You really haven't seen Lucy all summer?

Well, what happened between 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've said something.

This son of a bitch isolated her from her friends.

It's classic abusive bullshit.

Textbook.

Anyways, what's up?

Uh... nothing, nothing.

I just-I just wanted to give you a heads up that...

...you should stay off socials for a beat, okay?

Why?

It's that... that idiot shock jock.

-Just... -What is he saying?

Just block him. Okay? Trust me.

Just read it to me.

Cat, I can look it up myself.

"The death of Abigail Walker's daughter is proof

that wokey-jockey 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 until I get my hands on that fucking

misogynistic piece of shit garbage ass wipe fuck face!

Cat!

Cat, it's fine just...

No. Fuck him.

Cat. He's not worth it.

You fucking scum.

He's just... another loser with a podcast.

And I represent everything that guys like him find threatening.

If we respond, it will only encourage him.

I could kill him.

First of all,

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... Lucy.

My family and I are going through

the most difficult time in our lives.

I realized that some people seek to use our tragedy...

...to stir up public debate.

To pass judgement 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 detractors alike.

To allow us to mourn in peace

and in privacy

out of respect for...

I'm sorry.

-To commercial. -Commercial on cue.

Just tell me what I can do.

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, Evelyn, 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 this number is for an agency

that let's you go back to the past to change it.

You would take advantage of my grief...

...to peddle some bullshit scam?

Live on his podcast tomorrow,

Carson Fleming is going to respond to your remarks

today on your show

and claim he was not referring to your private life.

That he just wanted to spur debate.

Yeah, of course he's gonna to say that.

During a back-and-forth with his co-host,

she's going to have a coughing fit.

And 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.

If I could just understand...

...why she did what she did.

You might never understand.

Many suicides are... impulsive.

A spur of the moment.

An insurmountable feeling.

I should have known how she was suffering.

I'm her mother.

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.

Then why?

Alex?

We're Lucy's parents.

You were the last one who saw her...

...I didn't do anything.

We just wanted to ask you a few questions.

I already told the cops everything.

You have to talk to them.

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

Wait! Did you guys have a fight,

is that what happened that...

Go away or I'm calling the cops!

Why'd you hit our little girl?

Alex, please open the door.

Did she do this because of you,

you miserable piece of shit?

Go away!

Too chickenshit to hit a man, huh?

Well, you a real tough guy with the teenage girls.

Well, come on.

Come on, dude.

Open up the door.

Come on. Open the door, you fucking coward!

Open the fucking door!

Open the fucking door...

Where did we go wrong?

How did we lose her?

I should have known how she was suffering.

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

I was too hands off, I didn't know how to handle her.

How are we supposed to go on...

...without her?

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

Her-her daughter's photos were shared with the public.

It's not my problem the public has thoughts about them.

See, Abigail Walker spent

her whole career touting the merits of feminism,

but when it results in her daughter's death, oh...

Apparently, you can't finish your sentences either.

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Hey.

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.

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

And then...

...stuff she was posting on Insta...

...I found it...

...embarrassing, but...

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

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

I can never.

I have to.

I know this sounds crazy, but I just...

...I keep hoping

I'm gonna see her wake up in her bed tomorrow morning.

♪ Proserpina, Proserpina ♪

♪ Come home to mama ♪

♪ Come home to mama ♪

♪ Proserpina, Proserpina ♪

♪ Come home to mother ♪

♪ Come home to mama now ♪

♪ I shall punish the earth ♪

♪ I shall turn down the heat ♪

♪ I shall take away ♪

♪ Every morsel to eat ♪

♪ I shall turn every field into stone ♪

♪ Where I walk, cryin' alone ♪

♪ Crying for ♪

♪ Proserpina, Proserpina ♪

♪ Come home to mama ♪

♪ Come home to mama now ♪♪

Abigail Walker?

Yes?

Hey! What are you doing?

Hey! What the hell? Put me down!

Hey! Let go of me!

Uh... we only have almond milk at Dad's. It's nasty on cereal.

Lucy...

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