(sirens wailing)
(upbeat music)
♪
(background chatter)
What's happening?
What are you talking about?
What are you doing?
Nothing.
Baby, I said no gifts.
Ugh. Why does your birthday cringe you so much?
Because...
Oh my God, you're opening it!
Okay, uh, so there's a pack of dry noodles in there,
remember from that weekend we first hooked up
and, oh, we...
Anyway, the card is going to blow you away.
I think you're going to love it.
Post Malone floors?
You hate Post Malone.
So much. But you Tru Luv Post Malone.
I told you, Sab,
I told you a thousand times,
I didn't want anything for my birthday.
I don't want any of this.
You don't see me.
You don't actually see me.
And sometimes it feels like you don't even want to try.
Wow, that's like the worst thing anyone's ever said to me.
I told you-
♪ Happy Birrr- ♪
Nope?
(quirky music)
♪ Oh no ♪
♪ Uh oh ♪
♪ Oh oh ♪
♪ Ooohhh ♪
♪ Oh no ♪
Violet: (muted) Are you listening to me?
Are you listening? Are you listening?
Are you listening to me?
Are you listening to meeeeeee?
Are you listening to me?
Totally.
Ya and so she didn't invite me to her birthday party.
So I threw some dead-ass shade
directly at her face,
I was just like, "you're pretty forgetful, Maddy."
And everyone was like, "oooooh".
'Kay two things:
One: It's good you pulled a JLo and not a Mariah,
and two: you're still not using 'dead-ass'
or 'shade' properly.
Who is Jello?
Sabi: You don't know JLo?
Oh my God.
They are both artists who fought hard
and accepted that rejection will never ever stop
no matter what I do.
Okay.
(school bell rings)
(children chattering)
(soft gentle music)
What are you doing home?
Our receptionist is wearing the exact same skirt.
I have to burn this now.
You want?
I don't accept hand-me-downs from you anymore.
Oh, wait, but it's high-waisted, so okay.
Hey, are you just going to avoid Mom's calls forever?
Not a fair question.
She calls me way more than she calls you.
Because I have a job.
I have two jobs.
I have a real job.
Get up, it's the middle of the day!
Okay.
And Mom just wants to talk to you.
It's not like it's your gender reveal party!
Okay.
(techno music)
7ven: Are you listening Sabi?
Sabi?
Are you listening to me?
Sabi, are you listening to me?
Totally.
7ven: Then they said
they're open to "deepening" their relationship with me
at other galleries.
In the "foreseeable" future.
And I was like, pssh, what does that mean?
Are these Chia vulvas?
7ven: So there I am thinking
I'm getting a very subtle brush off,
and then they offer me...
are you ready?
Yep.
You seem weird. - I'm not.
You sure?
Yep.
Berlin.
They offered you the city in Germany?
Da! -That's Russian.
To work at a gallery in the queerest city
in the universe.
Germany literally legalized a third gender option
on birth certificates.
Can you imagine curating there?
Well, paid-internshipping there.
Sabi, I'm going to have the most delicious orgy!
God is like, good!
Yeah, totally Allahu'akbar.
Bessy: You never wanted a nanny?
No it's not that I never wanted one,
it's-it's that I-I...
Hiya kiddos!
Sabi: Hiiiii.
Hi.
Bye.
Yo, what are you doing home?
Half-day at work.
You, ah, have a moment?
What? Now?
Um, kids, get ready for Taekwondo.
I'm not able to take on more hours
if that's what this is about.
Paul: Oh no, it's not.
Don't come down for a sec!
Violet: Why don't you want me to come down?
DON'T COME DOWN!
Violet: Fine!
So yeah, it's-it's not about more hours.
Um, Bessy and I have been talking
and we're-we're feeling like
Violet and Henry are getting to this age where
they might not need a nanny anymore.
And since I moved my practice to the downstairs office
I'm always here, so... -This is so hard.
You're so real.
Thank you for being so real.
(stammering) I'm glad our kids have been exposed to you.
I'm-I'm glad I exposed myself to them.
Paul: So yeah, we're thinking that, um,
you could stay on until school breaks for Christmas
and then that's it.
Well, Merry Christmas to me.
Paul: Are you going to find another family?
Because we can help.
It can be difficult to find the right set-up
for someone like you.
Someone like me?
Right, yeah, um, taekwondo, let's go!
Oh wait, do you guys still need me
to take them to Taekwondo?
Yeah. -Mmhmm.
(quirky music)
(background chatter)
Child: Okay, bye!
(slow pop-alt music)
♪
(phone rings)
Hiiii.
7ven: Oh my God, Queen.
You are so edgy
having an open relationship with Lewis and you didn't tell me.
King, what are you talking about?
Oh.
Uh, don't look at Mackenzie Killinghall's socials.
Lewis's ex?
7ven: Are you looking at it?
I'm going to look again.
Sabi: Oh my God.
7ven: Oh my God, she's so fuckable.
I love that little belt she's wearing.
Sabi: Oh shit, he's cheating on me.
And he went back to women.
Oh my God, her hair is so glossy.
Please stop complimenting her.
Stupid cis-normie men and their cis-normie boners.
I'm going to steal the baby
they're hoping will give them purpose
and sell it on the black market.
7ven: You're with a fake ass queer
who thinks he's woke every time he "They/Them's" you, Sabi.
Intervention time!
Meet me after work.
(Sabi groans)
(upbeat music)
7ven: I'ma give you some tough love.
Well, that is your thing.
Before I do,
I'm gonna ask you some questions.
To help you process.
Oh yeah?
I appreciate that.
Are you in the right place in your life?
In terms of...
Are you using any of the skills
you learned in electricity school?
Electrician school?
Maybe no?
Because you couldn't find an apprenticeship
where you felt safe?
Because where we live is a cis hetero hellscape?
I wouldn't call this city a cis hetero-
Sabi, are you happy living with your straight ass sister,
dating your homo-ish boyfriend and working dumb jobs?
You were just trimming a vag bush.
Sabi, things are going to get worse
unless you seize every opportunity
to be your fullest self.
Don't you know anything?
Like what are you hoping will happen, huh?
That you'll just keep being the way you are
and everything's magically gonna change?
Because they're about to, Bitch!
Move to Berlin with me, rent free.
What?
Didn't we fantasize about this
ever since we saw Cabaret together
when movies were still a thing?
Haven't we taken all of our queer steps together
since you were the Hosanna to my Cuirette in grade 10 drama?
Berlin is like totally-queer-everlasting
until-my-contract-is-up freedom!
We leave Monday.
Uh, sorry, like the day after Sunday?
You're a part-time nanny and a four times a week bartender.
Your life needs this.
Wow, Monday.
Can I at least get some deciding time?
7ven: Girl, you know what you're gonna say.
You're gonna say yes.
♪ I made a career with no stencil
♪ Climb the crescendo,
♪ I leave you behind, lo siento
♪ I do not comprendo
♪ the reason you still around me
♪ but I'll slow up the tempo
♪ like this
♪ Oh my my my my ♪
♪ I can't wait for you ♪
♪ Don't cry cry cry cry ♪
Deenzie: Hey, sweet coffee cake!
I need your help.
I don't know where these books go.
It's okay, Deenzie, I'll help you.
You are a light saber!
(upbeat pop music)
Sabi: Bessy!
Hey!
I mean, you don't see him.
Sabi: Ya ya. Whatever.
Sabi, you see everybody.
You gotta dump his ass.
Okay. Sure. Thanks.
You know,
he always touches my face when he kisses me
and I-I just hate my face being touched.
Are you still going to feel comfy
letting me drag this stuff out of you
when you're not on the payroll?
I like being this person for you.
Well, I'm never comfy.
That's true.
You just have military grade interrogation tactics.
So I didn't want to let you go, um,
it was partially a money thing.
I mean, with Paul it sort of always has been.
Plus, weirdly, I think that you threaten him.
But, I mean, now it's sort of impossible to argue with him
because of how old the kids are.
You don't have to explain this to me.
Yeah, I do.
I'm sorry that Paul was such a fuck-wad.
It's just, um,
this family is everything to him.
Everything,
which is good.
It's suffocating.
I'm going to miss you.
I'm not dying.
Are you going to miss me?
What?
Is that even like a serious question?
Oh, hey hey, maybe, um,
don't ride your bike home.
You see that painting?
I like that.
(techno music)
♪ I get a lot from you
♪ I think the world of you
♪ This is my monologue
♪ I want to talk to you
♪ I eliminate, my brain keeps going
♪ And going ♪
So um...
Violet: You wanna talk about yesterday, don't you?
Yes I do.
'Cause we fired you.
I wouldn't exactly call it a "firing".
It totally was.
I was eavesdropping.
Shady I know.
That is shady. Nice usage.
See? You're growing up.
You don't even need a nanny anymore.
Violet: True.
Anyway, I'm good with it.
Nanny is not a career and you're a super smart person.
So you should probably get your "S" together.
Oh my God, Vi,
I'm very aware that nannying is not my calling.
Henry: Sabi?
Yep?
Are you picking us up from school today?
Yeah, Baby.
(school bell rings)
(sombre music)
Lewis: (muted) I told you a thousand times
I didn't want anything for my birthday.
I didn't want any of this.
You don't see me.
You don't actually see me.
And sometimes it feels like you don't even want to try.
(cellphone rings)
Hey Kiddo, how was your day?
It had a weird flavour.
You want to talk about it?
No.
Paul: Hey! Where's Vi?
Uh, backyard, trampoline.
Got it.
Yeah, my day had a-a bit of a weird flavour too.
Patient overload, I think.
How was your day?
Gotta go.
I think we had a-a misunderstanding yesterday.
When I said it might be hard to find another family
for someone like you,
I-I didn't mean "someone like you".
It's whatever.
No, I-I meant someone who's so...
guarded.
I think it takes a lot for you to trust people.
(cellphone rings)
Phone's ringing.
I know.
Who is it?
My mom.
Everything okay?
Yep.
You sure you don't wanna talk about it?
If I did why would I talk to you?
Wow, um...
You don't have to pretend to care, Paul.
Okay, we don't-we don't have to talk about it.
Are you picking us up after school tomorrow?
Yes, Baby.
(soft uptempo music)
♪
(phone ringing)
Sabi's Voicemail: Hiiii! You've reached Sabi, at...
(soft uptempo music)
♪
(doorbell buzzing)
(urgent knocking)
Hey.
Is Elle Fanning here?
Who?
Ma-fuckin'-kenzie, who you spent your "Dirty Thirty" with.
Sabi.
Sabi: That's who you cheat on me with?
I walked around with a rock in my stomach
thinking I wasn't "seeing" you.
Like how-how stupid am I?
Right?
Okay, wait. Actually, no. I'm not stupid.
You're stupid
'cause you're the one who lied.
So I'd like you to say it.
Say that you are a stupid liar.
I'm a stupid liar.
Don't touch my face.
Also, consider your ass dumped.
(thumping)
Sabi: This whole door needs to change.
Fix your door!
Raffo: Sabi?
Mom.
What are you doing here?
Raffo: I risked being murdered coming downtown at night.
You can at least acknowledge my bravery.
What?
Why is your back to me?
What are you wearing?
Just 'cause you're not working anymore
doesn't mean you-you can come over anytime you want.
We need to get you into classes or something.
Can I take Cardi B dance class with you?
No!
Why aren't you looking at me?
Turn around and look at your amma.
(soft sombre music)
♪
You...
Your face...
You're...
crying.
Wait.
That's all you wanna say?
I can't remember the last time I saw you cry.
Are these my bangles?
Yes.
I'm going to go home now maybe.
Mom.
Can I have the chicken?
(contemplative music)
♪
Oh fuck.
What happened?
Uh, make it quick in list form if you can,
I've got a booty call in the bedroom.
Oh my God, it finally happened.
Like, Mom just saw me in makeup.
Aqsa: Holy shit.
What did Mom say?
Kind of nothing.
And what did you say?
Oh my God, nothing.
Mom and I are never going to talk again are we?
Nope.
Call 7ven.
(phone ringing)
7ven's Voicemail: I'll never check this.
(answering machine beep)
Hey, I've, uh, made my decision
and I'm going to say it on voicemail because
I know you're probably sleeping
and I can't wait for you to get your regular 13 hours.
But I do want to hear you scream
so call me back the second you get this message.
Okay, are you ready?
I'm saying yes to you Poppy and yes to Berlin.
(upbeat music)
♪
Violet! Henry! School!
Paul: Yeah, yeah, I'm on my way.
Yeah.
Hey.
Uh, Bessy got into an accident on her bike
on the way to work.
Is-is she okay?
She's non-responsive.
What does that mean?
It means she's non-responsive.
She's in an ambulance.
Can you stay with the kids until,
I don't know, until I call?
But call me if anything...
Um...
Yeah, go.
Thank you.
What happened?
(phone ringing)
Hello?
7ven: We're going to Berlin! We're going to Berlin!
Sabi, we're going to Berlin! -7ven, I can't, um...
7ven: Did I mention we're going to Berlin!
Sabi: I can't-I can't-I can't talk right now.
Bye.
What happened?
Um...
("Abstractly Clinical" by Haviah Mighty)
♪
♪ I get a lot from you
♪ I think the world of you
♪ This is my monologue
♪ I wanna talk to you
♪ Mile a minute, my brain keeps going
♪ And going ♪
♪ It's a mile a minute, got my head in the clouds
♪ I cannot remember what you said to me now
♪ In a way, I thought that you was meant for me ♪