I took the phone in the hotel room.
Frida wrestled the phone from me.
Are you nuts?
We can't call.
Are you psychotic?
The kid can't live like this.
We can't take care of her.
We don't know if she's going to end up in an even worse home.
Give me the phone back.
Frida and I wrestled for it for a couple of minutes while Kennedy watched.
Great.
If I said I was angry before that was an understatement I was fuming now.
Frida.
We can't do this in front of her.
It's okay Kennedy honey.
Frida and I aren't angry with each other.
But you're fighting.
My parents hurt me when they are fighting.
Frida I have to call.
I understand.
Come here love.
Sit on Frida's lap.
Thank you.
No worries sweetheart.
She dug her face into Frida's chest and started to cry.
No ones going to hurt you anymore sweetie.
I'm sorry I fought with Agnetha in front of you.
Apologize to Agnetha.
We chuckled.
I finally got a hold of somebody.
When her parents walked in.
