Plan B (2023) s02e02 Episode Script
Season 2, Episode 2
- 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, gunshot)
- 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 murder 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 fucking head?
- You want to understand
what brought that man
to the point of killing
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)
2023 has been accepted.
(Gun cocking)
State the reason for your trip.
- To stop a triple murder.
(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 fuck 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 fuck 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 ass 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)
(Gun cocking)
(Paul gasping,
breathing heavily)
(Paul moaning)
(Paul moaning)
(Paul breathing heavily,
moaning)
- Fuck!
(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 kill
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 murder 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 fuck.
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 kill 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 murderer.
- 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 bitch cousin of hers?
Yeah, she--she’ll say anything
to fuck me over.
Why don’t you
just kill me right now
if you’re so sure
about what I am?
- Because I’m not like you!
- Fuck 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 asshole.
- 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 killed 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 bastard’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 shit
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 fucking 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 bitch.
- 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 asshole from yoga?
Huh? Fucking bitch.
(Whispering): Fuck!
(Normal voice):
You’re all the same,
just lying goddamn whores!
- Why don’t you
just admit it, Paul?
You would end her right now
if you had the chance,
you fucking 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 fucking hear me?
- Untie me!
Untie me, you crazy bitch!
- Shut your mouth!
- Untie me!
- Shut your mouth! Right now!
I’m done with you.
I’m fucking done.
(Zipper closing,
Paul groaning)
(Paul sobbing)
(Sniffling, groaning)
(Mia sighing)
(Paul sobbing)
- I don’t care.
Let--let her fuck 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 shit!
- Call the police!
She’s holding me hostage!
- Wait!
- Call the-- Mmm!
- Wait! Corinne!
(Whispering): Shit!
(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): Fuck!
- Welcome to Plan B Agency.
Using the keypad,
select your desired destination.
For the year 2023, press 1.
(Phone beeping)
2023 has been accepted.
(Bottle cap rattling)
(Phone ringing)
- Hello?
- Are you watching this?
- Watching what?
- Turn on the news.
There was a shooting
at the mall today.
- OK.
- Initial reports suggest this
was the act of a lone gunman,
who’s included among the dead.
- I am losing my shit 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
(Gunshot)
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 shit. 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 shit!
(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): Shit!
(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 kill 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 gun!
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 killed
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 kill 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 kill 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 fucking asshole.
(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 fuck is he?
Is it--is it that asshole
from her yoga class?
Who the fuck is he?
- Just think about my offer.
- Mia, tell-- Mia, fuck!
Tell me.
Don’t leave me like that.
Mia!
Don’t fucking leave me
like that!
(Paul): Fuck!
Mia, don’t leave me like that.
Mia, fuck!
Mia!
(Paul sobbing)
(Coffee pouring)
- (Whispering): Oh my
(Tray clattering,
Mia breathing heavily)
♪
Closed Captions: MELS
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, gunshot)
- 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 murder 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 fucking head?
- You want to understand
what brought that man
to the point of killing
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)
2023 has been accepted.
(Gun cocking)
State the reason for your trip.
- To stop a triple murder.
(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 fuck 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 fuck 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 ass 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)
(Gun cocking)
(Paul gasping,
breathing heavily)
(Paul moaning)
(Paul moaning)
(Paul breathing heavily,
moaning)
- Fuck!
(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 kill
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 murder 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 fuck.
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 kill 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 murderer.
- 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 bitch cousin of hers?
Yeah, she--she’ll say anything
to fuck me over.
Why don’t you
just kill me right now
if you’re so sure
about what I am?
- Because I’m not like you!
- Fuck 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 asshole.
- 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 killed 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 bastard’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 shit
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 fucking 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 bitch.
- 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 asshole from yoga?
Huh? Fucking bitch.
(Whispering): Fuck!
(Normal voice):
You’re all the same,
just lying goddamn whores!
- Why don’t you
just admit it, Paul?
You would end her right now
if you had the chance,
you fucking 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 fucking hear me?
- Untie me!
Untie me, you crazy bitch!
- Shut your mouth!
- Untie me!
- Shut your mouth! Right now!
I’m done with you.
I’m fucking done.
(Zipper closing,
Paul groaning)
(Paul sobbing)
(Sniffling, groaning)
(Mia sighing)
(Paul sobbing)
- I don’t care.
Let--let her fuck 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 shit!
- Call the police!
She’s holding me hostage!
- Wait!
- Call the-- Mmm!
- Wait! Corinne!
(Whispering): Shit!
(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): Fuck!
- Welcome to Plan B Agency.
Using the keypad,
select your desired destination.
For the year 2023, press 1.
(Phone beeping)
2023 has been accepted.
(Bottle cap rattling)
(Phone ringing)
- Hello?
- Are you watching this?
- Watching what?
- Turn on the news.
There was a shooting
at the mall today.
- OK.
- Initial reports suggest this
was the act of a lone gunman,
who’s included among the dead.
- I am losing my shit 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
(Gunshot)
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 shit. 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 shit!
(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): Shit!
(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 kill 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 gun!
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 killed
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 kill 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 kill 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 fucking asshole.
(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 fuck is he?
Is it--is it that asshole
from her yoga class?
Who the fuck is he?
- Just think about my offer.
- Mia, tell-- Mia, fuck!
Tell me.
Don’t leave me like that.
Mia!
Don’t fucking leave me
like that!
(Paul): Fuck!
Mia, don’t leave me like that.
Mia, fuck!
Mia!
(Paul sobbing)
(Coffee pouring)
- (Whispering): Oh my
(Tray clattering,
Mia breathing heavily)
♪
Closed Captions: MELS