01x04 - Episode 4

[bunniefuu]

I've gotta be
the only person on Earth

who kills a girl by trying to save a guy.

Well, technically, you know,
she never d*ed if she was never born.

You do know I'm talking about a girl
you were head over heels for.

You're supposed to hate me,
not make fun of me.

I think you hate yourself enough
as it is right now.

Excuse me?

Yeah?

Is it true you had a thing
with Pierre-Yves Dubost?

The applesauce guy?

Where'd you get that from?

Um... Well, my parents told me.

You went to the same high school,
and they told me about it.

Right.

That's just what it was.
A high-school fling.

Nothing more.

Have a nice day.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Way to go on the parents bit.

It sounded very believable. Even too much.

What's that supposed to mean?
Are you calling me a liar?

Léa!

Léa, wait up!

You're saying that 30 years ago,
you hooked up with the girl from the bar,

and it went so well,
you kept her from dumping Pye?

- What I'm saying is f*ck you, okay?
- Okay!

But she just told us
it was only a high-school fling.

It still made her pass up
her chance with Dora's old man.

You mean they were supposed
to hook up back in '91?

Yes, they were.

Here, look, that's him. That's Luc.

Yeah. They could totally
have beautiful kids.

I'm sure it's him.
I recognize him now.

He did say he thought she was cute.

Hold on. That's changed too.

Her.

- Yesterday, she was in the photo with Pye.
- Hmm?

Does that mean I've changed that too?

Yeah, but it's perfect.
The right people are back together.

Hmm.

- Worst part is you don't even believe me.
- No.

That said, come on.
You promised me this perfect girl.

Of course I got my hopes up.

Oh, and I beg you, please.
Tomorrow, don't be like,

"Oh my God, I started World w*r III
because I b*at up some random guy."

Shut up.

Obviously, the one night I have
a definite plan, I can't fall asleep.

I've been given a superpower,
and all I do is f*ck things up.

Come to think of it, it's not that easy
not to start World w*r III.

What got into me, going around
making decisions for others that way?

Since when do I ever do anything
but f*ck things up?

The only thing I used to screw up
was my life.

What choice do I have, anyway?
I have to bring Dora back.

But after that, enough screwing around.

I'm sorry, Ismaël,
but I'm done interfering.

sh*t. I knew it.

First the king of jerks.
Now the queen.

Ow!

Awesome.

Come to think of it...

with what I have planned today,
it's a pretty good fit.

JUNE 18 1991

What's wrong?
Why are you fondling yourself?

It's just... my breasts.
They hurt, and they're big.

That's enough. Come give me a hand.
I can't do everything here.

Go get dressed, and properly for once.

Go! Hurry up!

We have been waiting...

...think they're holding back...

- Oh, yeah.
- Yeah.

I know.

Sorry, you...

Ugh!

Yeah, maybe it's a bad time.

I'm just saying, you know.
You needn't do everything, man.

Well, you can't afford... going off.

A rabbit?

- All we have is rabbits.
- Well...

You might as well
come back empty-handed.

It's not a rabbit. It's a hare.

And second, you'll be interested to know

I was this close to catching
a boar as big as yourself.

- And where's that boar now?
- Well, I missed it.

Because of that dufus.

Like always.

- Jonathan, you're just a p*ssy.
- There you are.

What are you doing?

Come here. Come.

Make yourself useful. Cut it up.

Oh!

I'm not gonna stand here
like a fool all day!

Damn it. Come on.

Come on. Come on. Go.

- Oh! The bread!
- Hey! The bread! Watch out!

You've got to respect the animal.

f*ckin'...

No World w*r III.

No World w*r III, Léa!

Don't start World w*r III.

I'll handle it. You hold him.

He needs changing.
That's why he's crying. Go change him.

Come on, hurry up.

- What's your problem?
- Come on. b*at it! Go!

Hey. Didn't you forget something?

I'll deal with him.
You deal with your own business, okay?

Don't let anybody see you this way.

Get yourself ready. Put some make-up on.

What are you doing?

Turns out there's a change of plans.
The old man's gonna be on my back all day.

So we won't be able to go before 6:00 p.m.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Don't be late. Or they won't see us.

All cleaned up.

Here.

- No.
- What do you mean, no?

If anyone sees me doing girlie stuff,
I'm done.

Don't f*ck around. Thanks.

You didn't get him to calm down?

- Look at her face! Slut!
- Wait.

I can't stand your slutty getups as it is,

but now you look like
the cheapest whore in town

Don't talk that way about your daughter.

If you'd raised her better,
I wouldn't have to.

I'm not done, that's all.

Sandra, you don't have time. The bus...

I'm warning you. You're not leaving
this house looking like that.

Oh no. If you miss school,
you won't be able to save Dora.

What a loser. You're gonna miss school
and have to stay here and work.

Whoa! My jacket! Wait till you get home!

Wait!

Stop!

Stop!

No! Hey!

No! Stop!

♪ I can't stop ♪

♪ The way I feel... ♪

♪ Things you do ♪

♪ Don't seem real ♪

♪ Tell me what you've got in mind ♪

♪ 'Cause we're runnin' out of time ♪

♪ Won't you ever set me free? ♪

♪ This waiting round's k*lling me

♪ She drives me crazy ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Like no one else ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ She drives me crazy ♪

- ♪ And I can't help myself... ♪
- Letting yourself go, are you?

- What?
- Well, that's a shame.

Kind of spoils my morning pleasure.

Go f*ck yourself.

♪ Any rest ♪

♪ People say... ♪

It's such a relief
to see you like this.

I totally wanna join you
and joke around with you too.

- Well, especially with you.
- ♪ Everything you say is lies ♪

We'd finally forget all this sh*t...

What are you doing?

- What happened to you?
- Nothing. Where's Pye?

Jordan's jump sh*t
sent the game into overtime!

You'd really have to be desperate
to go out with such a cow.

Don't worry. I'll get her out of there.

Se lever...

- Pye!
- Se lever...

Pye!

- Se lever...
- Pye!

- First group verbs are basic knowledge...
- Pye!

- Hey!
- Whoo! Whoo!

- Pierre-Yves!
- Now, payer...

- Give me a sheet.
- Oh. Uh, yeah.

Payer...

A pen too.

Really good fun...

- Why don't you have your stuff?
- Same reason I look like sh*t.

- Do you have a pen?
- ...to give the answer. Come on.

Oh. Yeah.

- Here.
- Sandra? Somebody?

Jennifer?

CAN WE TALK?

No, Dorothy,
I said indicative present.

Shall I add anything else?

You can add a heart.

Well, you know best.

Questions, anybody?

Let's move on to "to blow."

Really, Camille?
You think it's funny?

Well, you've earned the right
to give the answer. Come on.

Come on, Pye. Don't leave me hanging.

What's up with the new style?

...basic knowledge...

That clown plays concerts for hobos,
so you're going grunge too?

- No, that was just an accident.
- That it?

And I don't care about Ismaël,
because you're the one I like.

I didn't wanna say it,
but now I've said it, so...

So can we talk at the end of class or not?

- Questions, anybody?
- What's with you?

- You really think I'm a fool, don't you?
- Pierre-Yves!

You dump me, avoid me,

now wiggle your ass,
and expect me to follow you like a puppy?

- Pierre-Yves!
- You're out of your f*ckin' mind!

Vous êtes fou?

And you, don't bust my balls!

- Bee-yatch!
- Hey, he doesn't mean you!

Oh...

Well...

- Pierre-Yves... left...
- We used to date, Pye and I?

Did Pye and I ever date?

- Are you serious?
- Really?

So I'm supposed
to get these two back together?

...talking...

Unbelievable. This is gonna be
way harder than I imagined.

Aw.

Poor thing. Are you okay?

I need a plan B.

I can stay with you if you want.

But Tiff and Laura left already.

Why? Are they cutting class?

No. It's Wednesday.

There is no PE.

The entire high school's being let out?

Damn it.

Luc!

Luc, wait! We need to talk.

I won't give a message to Pye.
You can forget it.

Um, no, not at all. I...

Feels like we haven't been
talking much lately, huh?

What's with you? Last time we spoke,
you called me "jungle boy"!

Well, she's not making
my job any easier.

No, Luc, wait. I'm really sorry.

- I didn't mean to say that.
- Yeah, yeah.

If you saw Sand...
I mean, if you saw my family, it's...

- Are you justifying your racism?
- Not at all.

Well, yes. I mean, no,
it's not what I meant...

Damn it!

Luc!

I just think Sand... I mean, I...

I'm trying to clear the air
about something,

and it's still sort of clumsy, but, I'm...

I'm really sorry
and I'd like to be friends.

What do you want?

It's Jennifer.

I know you like her, and she likes
you back. And I wanna help you.

Well done. I almost fell for it.
Your goal is to humiliate me.

- Bitch.
- That's not what I meant at all.

Yo.

Are you okay?

No, I'm not okay.
I wanna throw up all the time.

My breasts hurt and everyone hates me.

- Oh no.
- What's wrong?

You need to take me to the pharmacy.

- Actually, I have stuff...
- Luc. Don't be an idiot.

I'm a damsel in distress
and you're a nice guy.

- Okay.
- Huh.

♪ Knock 'em out, knock 'em out ♪

♪ Burn a bag, burn a bag ♪

♪ When you done ♪

♪ Heard we kickin' it
Workin' on that bag ♪

♪ Breakin' barriers
Captain of the stack ♪

♪ b*mb, we dipped
And then hit the strip... ♪

♪ Cranked another blood
Scooped the neighborhood ♪

♪ Run up in the club, call... ♪

Step on it.

I can't really hang around here.

Let's go.

f*ck, I can't believe
I have an embryo inside my belly.

And, um... is Pye the dad?

- You think it's Pye?
- How should I know?

You guys split up what? Three weeks ago?

It's possible, yeah.

Oh, God damn it. It has to be Pye.

Hmm.

Whatever. It doesn't matter.

Uh...

Jennifer. You like her?

- Hmm...
- You can tell me, now you know about this.

Well, yeah.
What can I tell you? I like her.

- So why don't you tell her?
- I was gonna.

On Wednesdays, I go to her parents' joint,
to see her. I wussed out.

Hold on. You mean right now,
she's at her parents' place?

Yeah. I even figured, "This time, man,
you're laying it all out."

- But now that Pye's here...
- Okay. It could work.

Um...

- Jennifer and Pye broke up.
- What?

If you don't believe me, go see her.
She's single. And sad, as well.

If you take care of her,
things will go your way.

You a psychic?

Don't worry. I got this.
Don't let me down, bruh.

All right.

- ♪ You in the big leagues now... ♪
- Round two!

♪ Yo, pass the mag
It's time to rob the nation ♪

♪ I'm on my last
Before I pass salvation ♪

♪ I need needle blunts... ♪

♪ And a chick I can trust
With the safe combination ♪

♪ I be upon somethin'
To blow up a b*mb shelter... ♪

What's wrong with you?

We weren't done, before.

Oh, yeah, we were definitely done.

Get out of my crib. You look like a fool
too. What's with the style?

You don't like it? Want me to take it off?

Okay.

Oh no. That won't work at all.

- Should I take the dress off as well?
- What are you playin' at?

I'm not playing.

- I just want us to get back together.
- Are you deaf?

- I don't want anything to do with you.
- Stop it.

Your buddies are gone. It's just you
and me, and you want it as bad as I do.

Does that mean...

you still love me?

I never stopped loving you, Pye.

Wait, um... I can't do this
while you're still with Jennifer.

- Call her and tell her it's over.
- Sure thing. I'll do it right away.

Hold on.

- I love you so much.
- Stop!

- Do you have any condoms?
- Huh?

Uh...

- No.
- Oh no.

We can't have sex, then.

- Don't worry, baby girl. I can hold back.
- Apparently not.

- What's wrong? I thought you wanted to!
- I'm pregnant.

And it's yours.

Okay?

Damn it, babe. It's up to you.

We'll do whatever you want.
What do you wanna do?

You wanna keep it?

Or not? I don't know. It's up to you.

You're not angry?

What? Why would I be angry?

Wait...

How long have you known about it?

You left me
because you didn't wanna tell me?

I don't know.

Yeah, that's right. That's why.

It's because sometimes,
you can be violent.

What? No way! Never.

Then what about that stuff with Ismaël?

It's different. I have to.

Anyway...

It's weird, it's like I wanna forget.

Everything's blurry. I don't remember
anything. I swear it's true. Baby...

If anybody know that I hate v*olence,
it's my girl, right?

Baby.

Pierre-Yves!

Pierre-Yves!

- Come down this instant!
- Go hide in the closet, please.

For a minute?
I don't want him to see you.

What I'm telling you, Hocine,

is that I found marijuana plants
on my property.

And I'm sure you know who's behind it.

No. No, Mr. Dubost.

"No, Mr. Dubost."

Pierre-Yves, tell him
what you told me this morning.

- Ismaël's growing weed. I saw him.
- That's a f*cking lie!

- It's him, Dad. He's lying!
- Ismaël! Don't shout.

Dad, I swear, that assh*le's been dealing
to the entire school...

Don't insult my son. Is that clear?

- Forgive him, Mr. Dubost.
- No. I'm done forgiving.

- He's fired.
- But it's f*cking unfair!

- Sir, I need this money. Don't you see?
- You should've thought about it first.

You have 24 hours to leave my property.

- Sir...
- Or your family can b*at it too.

Shut up. Damn it. Shut up.

- Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up...
- Sir. It's unfair!

No, wait!

Dad, don't let him do this.

Shut up. You humiliate me.

You humiliate yourself.

- Ismaël!
- Ismaël!

I have to go.
And you're calling Jennifer now.

Okay?

- Hey, how's it going?
- Straight?

Yes, please. Thank you.

Can I get a ride too?

- Sure thing.
- Hey. What are you doing?

Damn it, what am I doing now?
Sandra was never with you in that car.

What if it was enough to create
another diabolical parallel world?

What?

Nothing.

THE BEAVERS
PARKING LOT ENTRANCE

- Wait! Wait, wait.
- What? Oh.

- Sorry! Thanks!
- You're welcome.

How did you do?

That assh*le.

And that's not even the worst part.

Guys, I got kicked out.

Karine, we have to go now.
I don't have anywhere left to stay.

Ismaël,
can we talk about it later? Please. I...

Damn it.
Are you hearing what I'm saying?

I got kicked out, Karine! We have to go,
now. We have to leave for Paris now.

But there are exams coming up.
We can't, Ismaël.

Who cares about the exams? What's this
about exams? We're not going to college.

Go ahead, Karine.
Come on. Tell him, or I will.

What's he talkin' about?

Tell me what?

Tell me what, Karine?

I took, uh,
the entrance exams for BRIM.

And I'm in the final round.

Wait a second...

What's this?
What are you talking about? What's BRIM?

It's a conservatory in London.
A college of music, and, um,

if I get in, I won't be able
to come with you.

You understand?

No.

I don't understand at all.

Hold on. What are you doing? You're...

You're insane to hide this from me.

Ismaël, I swear,
the entrance exam is really tough. I...

I wanted to know the results
before telling you about it.

- I didn't wanna get you upset.
- Damn it. Stop lying all the time.

- Did you think I was your plan B?
- Not at all.

It should be the other way around!
You wanna go to a conservatory now?

Stop it, please.

- You'd do the same, given the chance.
- No way, man!

You're just saying that to avoid
the fact that you're a f*cking traitor!

I'm a traitor because I have bigger dreams
than playing in my school band?

- Ismaël, please.
- Okay, you know what? Forget it.

- And you, you knew?
- She told me yesterday.

It felt as bad as your plans
to go to Paris.

- Dude, it's totally different!
- You pulled the exact same stunt on me.

- You don't understand a g*dd*mn thing.
- What do I not understand?

How come you asked Karine
to go off with you, as if I didn't exist?

Guys...

I don't think you realize
the situation I'm in right now.

I mean, I...
I don't have my future all planned out.

Uh, Paris was my only option.

Karine, please don't bail on me.

Don't bail on me.
Otherwise, my life is ruined.

I...

What the hell
are you doing here?

I came to take canoe lessons.

And it's making you cry.

Canoe is super stressful.

No, Ismaël, don't do it!

Damn it! Leave me alone!

You know, Ismaël,
with everything that's happened to you,

I understand why you wanna call it quits.

That's what happened on June 21.

Sandra, what the f*ck?

Where the hell are you going?

No idea.

We said 6:00 p.m., Sandra. Seriously.

Come on. Hop in.
We can still get there in time.

Get in. Sandra, please.

Okay.

♪ Putain, putain, c'est vachement bien ♪

♪ Nous sommes quand même
Tous des Européens ♪

♪ Putain, putain, c'est vachement bien ♪

MATERNITY EMERGENCIES

Are you sure about this?

What?

Don't tell me this is what I think it is?

Not necessarily.

- You're afraid of ending up like Mom.
- Oh sh*t.

- I'm sure there are other ways.
- I can't believe it.

Put it up for adoption,
raise it someplace else. I'll help you.

I will. Pye doesn't even have to know.

When I make a decision for someone,
I ruin their lives.

Stop asking me stuff like this!

- I don't know. Do you want an abortion?
- No... Yes!

I mean, yes. No. I don't know. Maybe.
What am I supposed to say?

If you don't know, I can't tell you!

- How should I know?
- I don't either!

- Stop yelling! Let's drop it.
- You're the one who's yelling!

No, hold on. I know.

Tomorrow,

bring me back and
ask me the same question, okay?

Only then will I give you my answer.

Promise me.

- You're a pain in the ass.
- Please, promise me. Look at me.

Fine, fine. I promise.

All right.

Thanks.

♪ Putain, putain, c'est vachement bien ♪

♪ Nous sommes quand même
Tous des Européens ♪

♪ Putain, putain, c'est vachement bien ♪-

I'm sick and tired
of these g*dd*mn women. Huh?

Women should stay at home with the kids.

Don't tell me some woman
is gonna tell us what to do!

Okay?

Completely wasted again.

Who cares what a female
politician has to say? It's garbage.

- But she's such a turn-on.
- Use the back door.

- We know...
- I'll cover for you.

Or else he'll start
busting your balls again.

I wanna thank you for today.

It's not like I had much choice.

Well, you think you don't have a choice,
but you always do.

You're a good guy, Jonathan.

Hey, Secretary of Stuff.
Get me a f*cking croissant.

So, is that what happened
on June 21st?

You felt like you had
no future ahead of you,

and you took something
a little stronger than usual,

and you went down to the river?

Come to think of it,
we did exactly the same thing.

The only difference between us

is that you kept me
from going all the way.

Maybe that's why
I've been going back in time.

To return the favor.

JUNE 18 2021

♪ Yeah, times has changed
Still windy but the brace is different... ♪

Léa, what's going on?
Why did you tell me to meet you here?

- Wait a sec.
- ♪ Devils try and seduce me ♪

♪ But I don't dance, I keep my distance
Life can be elusive, inconsistent ♪

♪ I just keep positions... ♪

Yes!

Dora!

Whoa!

Wow. Okay...

- Well...
- Yes!

- What?
- Yeah, sorry.

It's not every day you're greeted
so warmly by customers, but...

It's nice to see you.

I'll explain.

- What does it feel like, you know?
- What?

Being pregnant, idiot.

Honestly, it's gross, dude.

- You feel queasy all day.
- Hmm.

- The child of your mom's future lover.
- Stop it!

The thought alone makes you queasy!

Oh sh*t.

I found Sandra's Facebook account,
but it's all in private mode.

I guess that means she ended up okay.

Yeah, but I'd like to know
if she ended up having her son or not.

What are you expecting, Léa?

That she posted, "#Me and my
30-year-old son I decided to keep

because some girl from the future made me
miss my only chance of an abortion"?

- You're right.
- I know. Obviously.

♪ Everyone wants a piece of the pie ♪

♪ Now that I'm the guy ♪

♪ f*ck these feelings
I'm just in it for the flights ♪

♪ I already told you
I'mma do this till I die ♪

♪ Holla, holla, holla, holla ♪

♪ Ooh, I'm only in it for the commerce ♪

♪ I want euros,
I want pounds, I want dollars ♪

Yeah?

Uh, Jonathan?

Yeah. What is it?

Who are you?

Is Sandra here?

Sandra?

No, it's been a while
since Sandra left here.

And do you know where I could find her?

No. If you're here to sell something,
you've come to the wrong place.

No, wait, wait, wait!

In '91, you drove your sister
to the clinic twice, right?

Wednesday June 18th,
and the following day, June 19th.

How do you know that?

Okay. It's perfect.
That's it. Thank you! I...

Sorry for bothering you.

Uh... Well, bye.

It's sad. I really hoped
his life would turn out differently.

At least I didn't ruin Sandra's.

To be honest,
between this and Dora's resurrection,

damn it, I've accomplished a thing or two.

For real, this time. It feels good.

Now...

I'm gonna convince you to stay alive.

Léa, you said you were done interfering.

How's it going, Léa?

- What?
- You look like you're gonna faint.

No, I'm good.

- Hop in. I'll drive you home.
- I said I'm fine.

Oh, come on.

♪ I'm telling you, baby ♪

♪ You will never find another girl ♪

♪ In this heart of mine, oh ♪

♪ Look into my eyes
Can't you see they're open wide? ♪

- ♪ Would I lie to you, baby? ♪
- Any progress on your case?

- What?
- ♪ Would I lie to you... ♪

The case. Have you learned anything new?

Maybe. Have you?

Maybe. But I think, after
all the information I gave you,

it's your turn to give me some answers.

- Ismaël d*ed from a g*nsh*t.
- What?

Details are pending, but the sh*t was
likely fired at point-blank range.

That changes everything.

Does that mean
he could have done it alone?

Was there a g*n by his side?

That was your initial theory, wasn't it?

- Yeah.
- What made you change your mind?

Nothing. It would just be a logical place
to k*ll yourself.

- Is that what you wanted to do then?
- No, I was high.

- That's all...
- Léa. Talk to me.

That's not the issue.
Who cares, really?

Then what is the issue?

Am I doing better enough

to help someone else
appreciate life again?

Was there a g*n by his side?

Okay, let's try this differently.
You want my answer?

Your precious information.
Who gave it to you?

Your parents?

If there had been a g*n there, the case
would already be solved by now.

Léa, they didn't tell me everything.

Unless there was a g*n, and you can't
just accept it was a mere su1c1de.

Oh? And why is that?

Because it'd mean you'd have
to go back to your boring little life.

Are you talking about me or you?

♪ Ooh, look into my eyes
Can't you see they're open wide ♪

♪ Would I lie to you, baby?

♪ Would I lie to you? ♪

Last chance, Léa.

No, you gave yourself away.
There was a g*n near him.

Too bad for you.

f*ck.

I really thought I could bluff it out.

Actually, I don't care. I don't need her.

I may not have the right to make decisions
about other people's lives,

but it doesn't mean I can't help them.

If I'm alive, I owe it to you.

So now It's my turn to help you.

Why did you go into my room?

You're not the one asking questions.

Where did you find this notebook?

I dug it up.

I have a gift for that lately.

Plus, it's really for the best.

Maybe it's time we had a chat,
don't you think?

What happened on the night of the concert
with Ismaël?

I already told you that.

- We did the sound check...
- No, the true version.

What doesn't Mom want you
telling the cops?

- Stop imagining things.
- I'm not imagining things!

You're the one
always giving shitty answers!

- Nobody believes you! Not Miriam, not me...
- Shut up!

Miriam knows you're lying.

I've been covering for you
from the beginning.

And it's been costing me
some vital information, so thanks a lot.

All right. Fine.
Let's start from the beginning.

It's no use. You won't believe me.

You don't know. Talk to us. Go on.

I buried the notebook in 1991,
and then I dug it up.

It might sound crazy, but...

for the past four nights,
each time I go to sleep, I...

I've... I've been reincarnating
in bodies from 30 years ago.

- Listen to me!
- Hilarious.

I swear it's true. Each time
I travel back in time and I do something,

it has an impact on the present,
that's why I have this notebook.

I can save Ismaël
if you tell me the truth.

- Do you think we're morons?
- No!

- Are you on dr*gs?
- What?

Go. Go to your room.

Do what your mother says.

Okay. Are you ever gonna
stop defending her?

I'm not defending her.

- She's just not bullshitting me.
- Oh, she's not bullshitting you?

She's cheating on you.

With who?

Pierre-Yves.

Pye?

Why?

You know very well why.

I'm going.

Going where?
Wait. Where are you going?

Leave him.

Leave him!

- Are you proud of yourself?
- Probably not as proud as you are.

You don't know anything, Léa.
You don't know anything!

Well, tell me, then! Tell me, damn it!

I've been waiting for you to speak!

You've been ignoring me for a week
when all I want is for us to talk!

You've been lying to everyone
for 30 years and you're fine with it?

Ismaël's dead! He k*lled himself because
of you and you don't even give a sh*t!

Mom, I didn't...

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

Mom, I'm talking to you!

Mom! Mom!