02x02 - Episode 2

[bunniefuu]

Congratulations.

You’re going to make
an exceptional police officer.

Everything all right here?

We got a call about a disturbance.

I asked him to separate,
and he wasn’t hearing me.

He didn’t threaten her,
he didn’t touch her.

And Mrs. Whitman is not
pressing any charges, so...

- Is everything OK?
- [Tyler]: No.

- What happened?
- I told you he was dangerous!

- Welcome to Plan B Agency.
- State the reason for your trip.

To prevent a triple homicide.

- Mia Coleman?
- Yeah?

What the hell?

You take the woman inside.
Make sure the kids are OK.

I’ll handle the guy.

How do you know there’s kids inside?

- You can’t arrest me.
- I haven’t done anything. Ah!

I’m putting you on mandatory leave.

What?

Paul picked up the girls
after school today.

Keri went to the house to get
them, and now I can’t reach her.

- How long ago was that?
- 2 hours ago.

Freeze! Drop your weapon.

I said drop your weapon!

On the ground. Hands behind your back.

[Door opening, g*nsh*t]

You didn’t count to three.

Even if you count fast, it can save you

from firing without judgement.

- I’m sorry.
- I thought they were together.

Coleman, if you use lethal force,

you’re gonna have to justify it

because you’re gonna have
to live with the burden

of that decision
for the rest of your life.

♪ ♪ ♪

[Officer talking, indistinct]

♪ ♪ ♪

[Officers talking, indistinct]

Whatever you need, sweetheart.

Just say the word.

I can clear my schedule
and come back to Montreal.

You know that, right?

If you need me to?

Mm-hmm.

Well, try to have
a happy birthday anyway. Huh?

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Bye.
- Bye.

OK...

let’s get you to bed.

You need your rest.

[Door closing]

What are you doing?

[Dan speaking French]

[Mia sniffling]

[Mia sobbing]

[Mia sobbing]

Hello, Mia. My name is Andrew.

Is this your first time?

Uh... I saw a counsellor
at school when I was a kid...

after my mom died.

Please, sit.

Actually, I... I...

I was kind of expecting a woman.

Is this what you would call
a "dealbreaker?"

I don’t... I don’t know.

It’s just not the same.

Not the same level of trust?

Kind of.

Well, that seems like
a good place to start.

Would you like to tell me about that?

Uh, about what?

Why you’re less trusting of men.

Uh, history, statistics...

take your pick.

[Scoffing]

Let’s just say I’ve been
let down once or twice.

By men.

Is that why you’re here?

No, I’m here because

my boss mandated me to be here.

I got a little rough
with a male suspect.

And why was that?

Because I suspected that
he was gonna m*rder his family.

And you know what?

He did last night.

It’s a terrible thing that happened.

Do you feel ready to talk about it?

Or would you like me to refer
you to a female colleague?

I don’t have a problem with men, OK?

- It’s not me that’s the problem.
- I’ve upset you.

You know what?

Maybe you can help me understand. Um...

What exactly goes through a man’s head

when he takes the life
of a woman or her children?

’Cause, like, OK, he has feelings.

And feelings are hard.

But to relieve himself
of those feelings,

I just... I don’t understand it.

Please help me understand it.

When you decide to pick up a knife

and harm your wife or your children,

what goes through your f*cking head?

You want to understand
what brought that man

to the point of k*lling
his family, is that it?

[Phone chiming]

[Mia scoffing]

You know what?

It doesn’t even matter.

I will figure it out myself...
as usual.

[Door opening]

Welcome to Plan B Agency.

Using the keypad,
select your desired destination.

For the year 2023, press 1.

[Phone beeping]



[g*n c*ck]

State the reason for your trip.

To stop a triple m*rder.

[Doorbell ringing]

Mia Coleman?

♪ ♪ ♪

[Tires screeching]

Paul Whitman’s lawyer just
filed a harassment charge

against you on behalf of his client.

Do you want to tell me about that?

Were you there for this?

- Did she threaten him?
- I need some time off.

Uh...

Yeah... No kidding.

Plus, you’re gonna have to talk
to a mental health professional.

- Regularly.
- Got it.

Coleman, I’m suspending you
until I can be sure

that you can handle
the stress of this job.

Your service weapon’s
already been confiscated.

Can I go now?

[Scoffing]

Yeah.

Thanks.

[Door opening]

[Children talking, indistinct]

[Door opening]

[Children talking, indistinct]

[Screaming]

What are you doing? Whoa!

What the f*ck are you doing?
Who are you?

Do as I say unless you want feel

what 50,000 volts feels like.

- I know who you are.
- Shut the f*ck up... and drive.

- OK, we can talk about this.
- Hey!

Drive or I will tase you. OK?

OK, calm down.

Listen, I’m allowed to be here.

I’m allowed to see my girls.

My... my bail doesn’t apply to them.

Pull in this alley right here.

[Engine stops]

Listen, I’m sorry about
the complaint. I’ll...

[Groaning]

[Seatbelt clicking]

[Zip tie clicking, duct tape squeaking]

- Mmm!
- Hey!

- Mmm!
- Stop.

You want another one? Let’s go.

Let’s go.

Get your a*s out.

Let’s go.

[Paul grunting, groaning]

What did I say?

[Paul muttering]

[Paul muttering]

This way.

Let’s go.

This way.

Sit down.

- Mmm.
- Sit down!

[Zipper opening]

[Zip tie clicking]

[Paul moaning]

[Paul moaning]

[Liz giggling]

You OK, sweetheart?

You seem distracted.

I, um...

Hey, you two, don’t forget
to include the rest of us, hmm?

Can’t my father ask me how
I’m doing on my birthday, Joan?

Or is that too threatening for you?

We just want to have a nice dinner.

I didn’t sleep for days
when you told us

about that stalker case.

[Chuckling]

OK, but there’s plenty of
other people at this table

to distract you with their attention.

Now, girls, don’t start, please.

[Man]: Richard, party of two.

[Bree chuckling]

M! Chloe made you a Tinder profile,

and you’ve already had a few bites.

♪ ♪ ♪

[Giggling]

[Door closing]

[Door closing]

[g*n c*ck]

[Paul gasping, breathing heavily]

[Paul moaning]

[Paul moaning]

[Paul breathing heavily, moaning]

f*ck!

[Sobbing]

[Paul breathing heavily]

[Mia sniffling, sighing]

[Breathing heavily, moaning]

I need you to do something
for your family.

You and I are gonna go to the station.

You’re gonna make
a voluntary confession

that you were gonna k*ll
your wife and your daughters.

What?

You’re gonna admit
that you threatened your wife

that if she ever left you
and tried to run away

with your kids,
that you were gonna m*rder them.

And you’re not gonna resist arrest

because you know
that you belong in prison.

- You’re out of your mind.
- I... I... I love my family.

They... they... they know
I would do anything for them.

You know, you’re a sick f*ck.

You would rather destroy what
you love than just let it go.

- Why are you doing this?
- I do... I... I don’t understand.

Five stab wounds to the little one.

What?

Eight to her sister in their beds

after you k*ll their mother.

That’s what you were gonna do
before slitting your own throat

like a coward!

You’re the one who’s sick.

You... you’re sick.
You know that, right?

You tell me that you hadn’t
thought about it.

- I would never do that.
- I’m their father!

- You’re not a father!
- You’re a m*rder*r.

Listen to me, you...

the... the... there’s
something wrong with you,

and you need help.

OK.

That’s fine.

I mean, it’s your call, right?

But you are gonna stay here
until you’re ready to confess.

Who put this bullshit in your head?

Was it... was it Keri?

Or w-was it that b*tch cousin of hers?

Yeah, she... she’ll say anything
to f*ck me over.

Why don’t you just k*ll me right now

if you’re so sure about what I am?

- Because I’m not like you!
- f*ck you!

[Spitting, moaning]

Calm down!

[Moaning]

I’m stopping you from making

the biggest mistake of your life!

[Paul breathing heavily]

[Zipper closing, door opening]

♪ ♪ ♪

[Sighing]

[Breathing heavily]

♪ ♪ ♪

Hello, Mia.

- My name is Andrew.
- Yeah, I know.

[Bag rustling, door closing]

Please, have a seat.

OK. Let’s say a man murders his family.

Does he know he’s gonna
do it ahead of time,

or is it more like...

he just snaps out of nowhere?

Is this a hypothetical

or are you asking about
a real-world case?

Well, that depends
on when you’re asking.

Now, I... I just...

[Sighing]

...I need to know
if it’s calculated or not.

A man that finds himself
at that breaking point

has typically arrived there
over some time.

Often there are progressively
violent events that precede it.

In many cases, the man
or woman will have fantasized

about it beforehand,
sometimes while agitated,

sometimes in a more calculated manner,

as if to plan it.

There’s almost always
an internal struggle

as he searches for reasons
to justify his impulses.

But for others, it’s like
a pressure cooker exploding.

Suddenly, they can’t see
straight and, bang,

they lose all control,

act out in violence as if
their own life depended on it.

But you have to understand,
no two cases are alike.

I just can’t understand
how anyone gets to that place.

Like, you take someone’s life.

Their wife, their two sweet,
little girls.

Are you aware of a threat
to someone’s life?

Look, I’m here because
I’m suspended, right?

Because I got a little rough
with a... a suspect.

Well, I got rough with him

because I know that he’s gonna...

[Tongue clicking]

I just think there’s something
really off about this guy.

You have been a police officer
for more than 15 years.

What is it about this particular case

that’s so troubling for you?

It’s those little girls.

I just can’t...

[Whispering]: Oh God!

[Mia sighing, Paul moaning]

[Whispering]: I’m thirsty.

[Normal voice]:
And I... I need my insulin.

I’m diabetic.

I have to eat something.

Let me go, please.

[Wings flapping, bird cooing]

I’ll say... I’ll say whatever you want.

Where do you keep your insulin?

[Door opening]

[Dog barking in distance]

[Siren wailing]

[Knocking on window]

Your license and registration, please.

[Sighing]

Oh my God.

[Both chuckling]

- You’re an as*h*le.
- Yeah, I know. I know.

You should have seen your face.

[Laughing]

So, uh, they got me paired
with your old partner Gilmore.

You were right about that guy.

He drinks so much coffee,

I’m surprised he has any insides left.

[Chuckling]

Between the coffee
and the toilet stops,

you’ll be lucky to have time for
any actual policing, you know?

So, uh, any excuse to swipe left

on your other partners too?

- Huh?
- I mean your Tinder profile.

Oh! Oh!

Or is that just part of your therapy?

Oh my God. No, no.

No, my half-sisters set that up for me.

Ah...

And I have no idea
how to delete it, so...

Right, well, I could show you
maybe tonight over a beer?

Uh... OK.

Uh, OK. Yeah. Yeah.

- Cool.
- I’ll call you.

All right, call me.

- Drive safely then.
- Cool, man.

- Awesome.
- See you.

See you.

[Paul groaning, breathing heavily]

[Chocolate crunching]

[Mia sighing]

You’re... you’re gonna have
to show me how this works.

It’s all in there.

So am I gonna die here?

Not unless you confess.

To what?

I would never hurt my family.

She... she... she’s the one
who kidnapped my kids.

A woman doesn’t just
take a man’s kids away

unless he’s dangerous.

Such bullshit.

Between... between you and me,

who... who... who’s
the violent one here, huh?

Didn’t you say your ex
took your kids away?

Why is that?

Because he knows you’re dangerous?

Or w-were you lying about that too?

So what is it with you?

Are you a liar?

A cheater?

A jealous guy? No, no.

You like to slap her around
a little bit, is that it?

Hey, I never laid a hand on her!

OK? Trust me.

I... I know what beating
a woman looks like. I’ve...

[Chuckling]

I’ve seen enough of it.

What do you mean?

Your father beat your mother?

Well, my... my mom...

my brother, me.

[Scoffing]

How bad?

Bad enough he nearly k*lled her.

[Whispering]: Yeah.

[Normal voice]: He... he’d
shove her into a wall.

He’d just drag her by the hair
into the bedroom. And...

Yeah, I couldn’t do anything about it.

I’d... I’d just freeze.

Oh, I wanted to smash
that b*stard’s head in so bad.

[Chuckling]

See, that... that’s when
I should have been violent.

How old were you?

[Sniffling]

I promised myself I would
never do that to my kids...

do it to my wife, or to anyone else.

I don’t know what else
I can say to convince you.

I would never!

You got that?

[Door opening]

- You’re lying to me.
- I didn’t sleep with her.

Mimi?

- [Laura]: Allo?
- [Mia]: Uh...

[Speaking French]

Bye.

[Sighing]

[Keys clanging, engine starting]

[Tires screeching]

[Tyler]: So, what have you been up to?

Yeah, actually, it’s not
until you get time off

that you realize how much sh*t

you’ve been letting slide, you know?

Like, uh, cleaning the house,

paying the bills, you know,
going to the dentist...

Well, it’s a good thing you
got suspended, then, slacker.

[Both chuckling]

Hey, you, uh, you want to hear
something interesting?

Uh, always.

You know that guy
you came down on, Whitman?

Mm-hmm.

Called his wife to say
he was gonna pick up

their daughters from school,
but never showed.

No one knows where he is.

- That’s weird.
- Yeah.

Who told you that?

Well, I know the case
is important to you,

so I reached out to the wife to see

if Victim’s Assistance
had followed up with her.

She says she’s worried about him,

that he might be in trouble.

What kind of trouble?

Let’s just say that when
I went to check in on her...

she was not alone.

- She was with a man?
- Mmm.

Didn’t look like the first date either.

She’s afraid he knows,

that, uh, he might have hurt himself.

OK, end of shop talk.

Why don’t I help you with this app?

- And see who’s into you...
- Oh, no, no. God.

Just delete it.

I’m not... I’m not ready
for dating or anything else.

[Chuckling]

All right.

Well, if you’re not interested,
you just swipe left.

And it’s just as easy as that.
See for yourself.

[Sighing]

[Chuckling]

[Seatbelt rattling, engine stops]

[Door closing]

I broke a chair once.

We were fighting. It scared her.

I know what’s gonna drive you to do it.

[Objects rattling]

She’s in love with someone else.

That’s why she wants a divorce.

And that’s why you’re gonna snap.

Who told you this?

Did she tell you this?

No, I saw them... together.

- No, no, no.
- You’re... you’re lying again.

You’re just f*cking with me.

No, that’s why she needs to leave you.

They don’t want to keep hiding it.

They’re in love.

[Paul breathing heavily]

You’re lucky I can’t move,
you lying b*tch.

This is why she can’t tell you
to your face.

I mean, she has probably wanted
to leave you for months,

but she’s too scared because
this is who you really are.

- Who is he?
- Is it that as*h*le from yoga?

Huh? f*cking b*tch.

[Whispering]: f*ck!

[Normal voice]: You’re all the same,

just lying g*dd*mn wh*res!

Why don’t you just admit it, Paul?

You would end her right now
if you had the chance,

you f*cking monster.

Monster? Look at what
you’re doing to me!

Paul, she’s gone,
and if you can’t accept that,

then you’re gonna die here.

- You f*cking hear me?
- Untie me!

- Untie me, you crazy b*tch!
- Shut your mouth!

- Untie me!
- Shut your mouth! Right now!

I’m done with you.

I’m f*cking done.

[Zipper closing, Paul groaning]

[Paul sobbing]

[Sniffling, groaning]

[Mia sighing]

[Paul sobbing]

I don’t care.

Let... let her f*ck some other guy
if that’s what she wants,

but she... she... she can’t
take my girls away.

[Sniffling]

Please...

I need to see them.

If you have an ounce
of humanity left in you,

you’ll untie me, you’ll let me go.

I can’t... I can’t take this anymore.

I won’t say anything, I promise.

Please.

[Sniffling]

It’s not me I’m trying to protect, OK?

Please.

Call... call the police!

- Oh sh*t!
- Call the police!

- She’s holding me hostage!
- Wait!

- Call the... Mmm!
- Wait! Corinne!

[Whispering]: sh*t!

[Paul moaning]

[Normal voice]: Wait!

Sweetheart!

Wait for me!

Hey!

Wait, wait!

Let me explain. Wait.

[Breathing heavily, door opening]

Hi again.

Officer Coleman, remember?

I helped locate your daughter
the other day.

I was just apprehending
a suspect not far from here,

and I think I gave her a fright.

I just wanted to make sure she’s OK.

How come you’re not in uniform?

It’s, um, it’s an undercover operation.

It’s, uh, confidential.

Is it serious?

I mean, is it dangerous?
Should I be worried?

No, no. Not anymore.

You’re all safe. We got him.

What did he do?

Sweetheart, you OK?

You know there’s nothing
to be afraid of.

You know, you really shouldn’t play

in that building over there.

It’s... it’s dangerous, OK?

Thanks. Sorry.

Uh, sorry for the trouble.

[Breathing heavily]

[Whispering]: f*ck!

Welcome to Plan B Agency.

Using the keypad,
select your desired destination.

For the year 2023, press 1.

[Phone beeping]



[Bottle cap rattling]

[Phone ringing]

Hello?

- Are you watching this?
- Watching what?

Turn on the news.

There was a sh**ting at the mall today.

OK.

Initial reports suggest this
was the act of a lone g*nman,

who’s included among the dead.

I am losing my sh*t right now.

I was shopping for glasses at the mall

with Cassie this afternoon.

- At that mall?
- No.

But it could have been.

At 1:21 p.m.,
Todd Finley entered the mall

and headed straight for the restroom.

He emerged fully armed
at approximately 1:25 p.m.

and opened fire on
a security guard in his path.

[Liz]: Oh my God. Those poor people.

[Crowd screaming]

Suppose you could have stopped
him before he did it...

[g*nsh*t]

...what would you do?

- I would stop him.
- OK.

- But then what?
- I would arrest him.

You can’t arrest him because
he hasn’t done anything yet.

- So what would you do with him?
- I... I don’t know.

What is this?

One of those weird
philosophical mind tests?

No.

What would you do?

Jesus, calm down. I don’t know.

You have to make a choice!

Mia...

What’s going on, baby girl?

[Clears throat]

Nothing, I’m just really tired and...

[Sniffling]

- OK. Well, I’m coming over.
- No, I’m good. I’m OK.

I’m just gonna go to...
just gonna go to bed.

You sure?

Yeah.

Go to bed.

♪ ♪ ♪

[Phone chiming]

[Doorbell ringing]

- Mia Coleman?
- Yeah.

[Tires screeching]

♪ ♪ ♪

[Door squeaking]

Come on. Let’s go.

[Paul breathing heavily]

Don’t try sh*t. Walk.

Let’s go!

♪ ♪ ♪

[Birds chirping]

Whose are these?

Can you at least tell me where we are?

You know, if you’re worried
about going to prison,

I... I won’t tell anyone. I swear.

I’ll say that...

I took some time away
to think things over,

to... to clear my head.

I’m turning myself in after...

After what?

Go on.

Down.

[Footsteps retreating]

[Insects chirring]

So, I was thinking
we would go to the mall

- on the South Shore...
- Ha!

...if that works for you guys.

No, that... that’s great.

I actually woke up
this morning, thinking:

"You know, I don’t spend enough
of my life sitting in traffic."

You said you need new glasses, right?

They have a really good
optometrist there,

- so I’ve heard, and, um...
- Wow...

I may have put a blouse on hold there.

It’s the last one.

They said I have to pick it up today.

- So...
- OK, yeah.

You, tomboy for life,
put a blouse on hold.

You could imagine how badly I want it.

My goodness...

- Is he cute?
- Stop.

[Liz and Cassie talking, indistinct]

We’ll get Mimi’s blouse first.

Mimi, where are we getting
your blouse from?

Hello? Mimi?

- Earth to Mimi.
- Oh.

Where are we getting your blouse from?

Uh, well, we can... we can do
your stuff first.

OK, um...

[Security guard talking, indistinct]

Oh my God.

I look like a slob-kabob.

No, you do not.

Uh, it’s just the wrong size is all.

[Mia sighing]

OK. Uh, you can head back
in the change room...

- I have to go to the bathroom.
- Just wait for us. We...

No, just wait here!

OK, no need to get so spicy.

[Indistinct chatter]

[Faucet running]

Sorry. Uh, I thought it was the Girl’s.

Sorry.

[Indistinct chatter]

Police!

[Man]: Oh sh*t!

[Mia speaking French]

Call 911!

[Indistinct chatter]

[Finley groaning]

- We got a situation down here.
- We need 911 at centre court.

[Mia talking indistinctly,
Finley groaning]

Off-duty police officer
Mia Coleman saved the lives

of countless people with her bravery.

I saw what he was about to do.

Um, I just did my job.

I did what any officer
would have done in my position.

I was at the right place
at the right time.

OK, so when they say
that the camera adds 10 pounds,

do they mean specifically to my face?

- Oh God.
- Well, I have, like, 14 chins!

[Chuckling]

[Reporter]: Until last week,
Todd Finley...

♪ ♪ ♪

[Phone ringing]

Hello?

Hi, I’m so sorry to bother you.

It’s Leslie.

- Uh, is everything OK?
- I don’t know.

Keri just left here.
She went back to the house.

- Uh, that’s not a good idea.
- Did she say why?

The girls wanted to talk to their dad,

but he hasn’t picked up
his phone in two days.

I told Keri she should just call you,

but she’s heading over there
herself right now.

I’m worried. I thought you could help?

Uh, OK, I’ll look into it.

[Sighing]

[Whispering]: sh*t!

[Doorbell ringing]

Did something happen to Paul?

No. I don’t know.

Leslie said that you were coming here.

- What’s going on?
- He’s not here.

He’s not answering his phone,
and I’m really scared.

Why are you scared?

[Whispering]: I bet he did it.

Uh, did... did what?

This is exactly
what I was trying to avoid.

I’m sorry, I don’t follow.

I didn’t want to take
the girls away from him.

I just wanted it to stop.

- Wanted what to stop?
- His outbursts.

His anger.

He’s always had
a... a... a temper, but...

but he was always so sorry
after he lashed out at me.

His moods got so much worse
after I went back to work.

I just thought he was depressed,

but... he refused to get help
no matter how bad it got.

How bad did it get exactly?

When I asked him to separate...

he completely lost it.

He was in the middle of making dinner

and he was holding a carving knife,

and he pointed it at me.

And he told me that he would k*ll me

if I ever tried to leave him.

And then Megan and...

Annie walked into the kitchen

and they saw him holding
a knife to my throat.

That’s when I took the girls
and I left.

And I know he feels terrible about it.

Desperate.

Was this the first time
that he attacked you?

No.

The first time was back in January

on the first day of school.

I was at the neighbour’s house,
at a party, and when I got in,

he, uh, he pulled me
by the hair really hard.

[Grunting]

And you didn’t file a report?

No, I didn’t want to ruin
his life over something...

Because you’re afraid of him.

[Whispering]:
Because I felt sorry for him.

[Normal voice]:
Because I met someone else.

[Sniffling]

And I know that would tear him apart.

[Sobbing]

And now the girls might not
have a daddy anymore,

and it’s my fault.

[Sobbing, sniffling]

I know you’re very worried...

[Keri sobbing]

...Ms. Whitman...

but you really shouldn’t be here.

Let us track him down, OK?

[Phone chiming]

[Phone ringing]

[Phone ringing]

- Hi, Mimi.
- Hi, sweetheart!

We saw you on TV.

You stopped that guy with the g*n!

Were you scared?

Well, it all happened so fast,

I didn’t even have time to be scared.

And I’ll let you in
on a little secret...

I’m actually trained
for that kind of thing.

He would have k*lled
a lot of people, though.

Yeah, he might have.

Wait, Dad wants to talk to you.

Hi.

Hi.

Um, Jared really wants to see you.

OK.

Uh, what about you?

Do you want him to see me?

He won’t stop talking about it.

Um, are you... are you
free this weekend?

Uh, yeah.

Yes. Sure.

OK. I’ll call you.

♪ ♪ ♪

[Footsteps approaching]

Mia...

Mia, I... I... I don’t... I don’t know

what your plan is for me, but...

I saw that you have a young son.

You understand how... how worried
my... my girls must be right now,

how cruel it is
to put them through this.

Well, yeah, I mean,
they should be worried, right?

You threatened their mother
with a knife.

No, you threatened to k*ll her
if she ever left you.

And you told me, you swore to me

that you would never do anything
like that, but you did.

You threatened to k*ll her
in front of your little girls,

the same little girls you’re asking me

to have compassion for?

When you’re the one terrorizing them?

I didn’t want to.

You got to believe me.
I didn’t want to.

I just... I... I snapped.

And I... I had the knife
in my hand, and it just...

it just happened.

And... I’m such a f*cking as*h*le.

[Sobbing]

Hey! Hey! Stop! Stop!

- Stop it! Stop it!
- Ah! No!

Stop it! Calm down!

I have to see them
to say how sorry I am.

Please, I have to see them.

[Sobbing]

I’m a good father.

I swear to God, I’m a good father.

[Sniffling]

Let me see them.
Please, let me see them.

Please! I’ll... I’ll get help.

I’ll... I’ll see a therapist
like she wants. I’ll...

I... I don’t believe you. OK?

I think you’re lying again.

No, I’m not. I’m not lying.

I want to change. I want to change.

Please, Mia. You have to believe me.

Let me make it up to them,
for my daughters’ sake.

[Whispering]: Please?

If you’re telling the truth...

then let’s make a deal. OK?

You confess that you threatened
their mother at knife point,

and you can tell them everything
that I did to you.

I’m not gonna deny it.

But then you have to get help
so that you can accept

that you and Keri are over.

She’s with someone new.
She’s moved on...

- What?
- [Mia]: Di...

That’s not true. Why would
you... why would you say that?

I... I thought that...

Who the f*ck is he?

Is it... is it that as*h*le
from her yoga class?

Who the f*ck is he?

Just think about my offer.

Mia, tell... Mia, f*ck!

Tell me. Don’t leave me like that.

Mia!

Don’t f*cking leave me like that!

[Paul]: f*ck!

Mia, don’t leave me like that.

Mia, f*ck!

Mia!

[Paul sobbing]

[Coffee pouring]

[Whispering]: Oh my...

[Tray clattering,
Mia breathing heavily]

♪ ♪ ♪