Cassandra

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- - Boo, boo.

-Ba, ba, ba… -

Boo!

Uh-uh.

You did the cooking. I'll clean up.

-Cheers. -

Thanks, dear.

Mama, can me and Aunt Kathi do crafts upstairs?

-No, it's a school night. -Please.

- Juno. -Come on. Just for a little bit, huh?

I'll put her to bed too.

Not too late, now.

-Yes! Come on, Auntie Kathi. -

And once you've cut one out, you gotta put it here with the glue stick.

-'Kay? - Mm-hmm. Okay, boss.

- -Ooh.

- Okay. - Okay.

Like this?

Mm-hmm.

-Juno? -Yeah?

Can you take this, please? Put it on for me.

-Yep. Sure. -Okay.

Hold on.

What do you think that is?

The sun. It's obvious.

What color is the sun, Juno?

I picked pink instead, you know?

And I can pick anything. Mrs. Brucker told me I can do it.

But Mrs. Brucker's not with us.

Or is she hiding somewhere?

You better do it right.

Where are you going?

Mama!

Oh, I'm sorry, Juno.

-I'm so sorry. - I want Mama!

-Juno! - What did you do?

- I didn't mean to. - What happened?

Stay away from her.

- Honey! -It was just an accident. Right, Juno?

-It's all right. Come here. -What?

Everything's fine.

-But what happened? -I've got it.

Uh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.

Kathi would never hurt her intentionally. It looked worse than it was.

Are you listening to yourself? Your sister is sick.

She belongs in a psych ward.

Wow. Seriously, David?

This isn't one of your crime books where the mentally ill are all murderers.

She stabbed our daughter with a pair of scissors!

Shh!

Why'd you leave them together, anyway?

You practically lock yourself into the office the entire day.

Now you're blaming me?

Ever since your sister came to live here, she's poisoned the whole atmosphere.

David, I just want to help her.

That's what I want too.

That's all I want too.

But first, I need to protect my family. That's Juno, Fynn, and you.

Kathleen can't stay here.

I cannot just abandon my sister. She needs me.

She needs professional help, Sam.

She can only get proper help in a hospital.

She'll think we want to get rid of her.

Fact is, we have to do something.

If she's serious about wanting help and actually loves us,

she'll go to the hospital willingly.

I don't want my daughter to go to school with a spree killer.

All right. Okay. "Spree killer"? Don't you think that's a bit much?

I mean, Juno just wanted to impress the kids

and probably just misunderstood the assignment.

Where did you get the gun?

I… I just found it at home.

Under… under Mama's bed.

Juno needs to be expelled.

With all due respect, Mrs. Naales, that's not your decision.

Mrs. Prill, I do have to say,

you basically have an armory under your bed. Um…

Most pieces are registered to a Horst Schmitt, the previous owner.

But you must have checked the rooms when you moved in.

My bookshop won't sponsor any books for this school going forward

if the gun girl stays.

I feel like you're not taking this thing seriously!

How dare you talk like that!

Our daughter found a loaded gun.

Anybody with half a brain knows what could have happened,

so how dare you say we're not taking this seriously?

-You mean to tell us-- -It's my turn to talk, Kerstin.

I understand you don't know our family well yet.

But as you know, we only moved here a month or so ago.

After our family had to witness something that happened right in our home.

In April of this year,

my sister took her life at home

And it was Juno who found her.

I'm sure you can imagine what that does to a girl her age.

Despite that, since we came,

and she's gotten to be a part of this class,

I can see Juno's eyes light up again.

We're sorry for what happened. Really. We…

My husband and I, we'll… be taking full responsibility.

But I'm begging you.

Punishing our little girl won't solve the problem.

Don't expel Juno from this school.

You were good.

Without your speech, they would've expelled--

She did this.

Cassandra is who gave her the gun.

-Honey… -I know it.

Juno wouldn't keep it from us if that were the case.

Don't you agree?

Should I read it to you, Princess?

I'm not a baby. I can read it myself.

Juno, are you angry at me?

Why'd you tell me to bring the gun to school?

Everything is worse because of you.

Oh, that's not fair, Juno. Everything's worse because of you.

I told you to take it. Not to fire it.

You said it isn't dangerous.

Yes, and that's the truth. As long as no one pulls the trigger.

I really thought you were more mature.

It looks like you're still just a little baby.

Don't call me that.

Then prove you're not. Decisions have consequences.

So deal with the consequences and don't blame me for what you did.

That's not how you treat friends.

And I am still your friend, am I not?

And you're sure that I can't help you?

-Not today. -You will put me out of a job, David.

Why didn't you let us know when you saw

Juno was looking for something under our bed?

I thought she was just playing.

And you couldn't see that she was getting a gun from under the bed?

I could see she was under the bed,

but sadly, I couldn't really see what she was up to.

I see.

Hello, my love.

I'd like to talk privately with my daughter.

No problem.

Do you feel like going for a little walk outside?

Do I need to change schools?

No, you're going to stay.

Mm.

I only wanted to, I don't know, do something special.

To make sure the part was mine.

I know, my sweet.

But… how did you find the gun, hmm?

Somebody must've told you, hmm?

I just played under the bed, and I stumbled onto it.

Are you sure Cassandra didn't show you? Hmm?

No, she didn't.

Okay.

Sweetheart, hmm?

You can tell me everything.

Juno.

Juno, goddamn it. Hmm?

I know it was Cassandra. All right? Please.

- -Please just tell me. Admit it!

- David. -Yeah?

I'm worried about Juno.

Samira is acting very agitated towards her.

Cassandra showed you the gun. Just say it. Come on!

Shit.

It's okay. I'm your mother,

so you have to tell me the truth, all right?

-You're hurting me. -

Juno, don't try to protect her, for God's sake, she's not your friend!

-Sam! Let her go right now. Come here. -Papa!

What's gotten into you?

Cassandra gave her the gun, but Juno won't… admit it,

and I cannot figure out why.

-Sweetie. Come on-- -What's up?

What's up? Cassandra is dangerous. That's what's up.

The living room fire, now the gun and everything.

-Sam, stop this. -Juno, honey. You can just--

Maybe it really is best if I leave.

I was designed… to serve my family.

To make their home a happier place.

Obviously, I didn't succeed in that here.

And therefore, I turn myself off now.

Juno, my princess.

It's really best for everyone if I say goodbye.

At least until your mommy feels a bit better again

and her therapy finally shows results.