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Yep.

Weren't we supposed to fake it?

I suggested it, but you didn't seem to get it.

Well, I get it now.

It's a little late for that.

-Damn, this is going to hurt. -Yep.

Carl. Carl?

Carl! For you.

I said, "Excuse me, these are my paper clips."

He just helped himself?

Yes. The nerves on this guy.

I said, "I think these are mine." And then...

You should've seen him, he got so embarrassed.

He started sweating...

This is Amélie's. She got an A.

And Sarah-Maud. She got an A, too.

And this is Jonathan's.

What did he get?

He got a C.

Really?

He didn't follow my instructions. He was supposed to draw a hero

whose superpowers are attention, diligence, and enthusiasm.

Who would he be fighting?

He wouldn't. He prefers dialogue.

No villains?

There are no villains in his universe. Only people with differences.

Right.

But you guessed I didn't ask you here just to show you drawings.

I suppose.

Mr. Hébert, we all mourn in our own way. But Jonathan worries me a bit.

How so?

The other day during the break, he was talking to himself.

Then I realized he was talking to his mother.

It's been less than a year. What about a therapist?

It can be easier for a child to open up to a stranger.

Jonathan has lots of imagination.

We highly recommend grieving families to send their kids to a therapist.

I guess it can help, but--

You don't want it to get any worse, do you?

No.

Is it you he drew as a superhero?

No. His granddad.

My father.

Look, this is another wrestling move.

You put your fingers like this. It's called the Chinese Bee.

It comes near you and...

-Have you ever wrestled? -No.

-Wanna try? -Hell yeah.

Don't be ridiculous. It would be cool.

We'll see.

Don't tell me you didn't like wrestling as a kid.

I stopped being a kid.

It's a beautiful sport.

It's not a sport, it's a show. That's why clowns like it.

Right?

Well, this clown dreamt about living on a boat and he made it happen.

Look who's laughing now.

Do you have ketchup? Shit, no. No ketchup.

-Go get ours in the fridge. -Okay.

You had the choice. Keep the apartment or keep the boat.

No. I could either pay your rent or the boat storage. You wanted neither.

It's just a matter of time.

Bye, Dad. Bye, Grandpa. You're heading out?

I'm talking to you.

I'm going to see some friends.

Be back by 11 at the latest. If you don't...

Wow. Now that's authority.

Dad?

Are we poor now?

No. Why do you say that?

Why are you making me try this stuff? It's too small.

Well, because it's wearable. It used to be your sister's, she never wore it.

Yeah, take it off.

We used to have two sources of income. Do you understand?

Jonathan?

Do you talk to Mommy sometimes? You can tell me, you know.

-Well, no. -You know she's gone.

I know. She's dead.

Well... there's nothing for you in here.

Go on, put your clothes back on.

I'm the last person who'd send that kid to a therapist.

I get it. And he's not like you, he doesn't see me.

Right.

On the other hand, it might be good for him to see someone.

It could help.

Hell of a pressure, right? Any decision you make for your kids

might have an impact on their lives in ten, 20 years from now.

What do I do?

In a way, I'm glad to be dead. It's no longer my problem.

Man, if you knew how much this is torturing me.

I don't want to get it wrong. I don't want to let the kids down.

I don't want to be like my dad.

He tried to become a cop, but he messed up.

Then, he tried the army.

They didn't keep him too long either.

The army's way too soft.

For a guy obsessed with uniforms, he had few options left.

Being a security guard is like being part of a commando.

But in an empty building.

As security guards, we get to learn secret techniques.

In case we get into a dangerous situation. Have you ever heard of the Chinese Bee?

You put your fingers like this and you aim for the plexus.

If the angle is right, you can even kill the guy.

Don't tell anyone I showed you.

But I guess a father is a father.

Wanna watch me?

You need some kind of a sixth sense for this job. Earlier, I said...

Don't move.

What the hell?

It might not work right away.

I said 11. I'm gonna give her an earful.

No. You're gonna do what you always do, go to your room and pretend you're asleep.

Right.

Jonathan. What does this picture make you think of?

Don't be shy, there are no wrong answers. It can be anything.

-A mothership. -A mothership. Like a spaceship?

Actually, it's a ship made out of antimatter.

Only its people are capable of building it.

They plan to invade planet Sorborg, the only planet where the atmosphere

allows them to turn into gas and invade the bodies of the Sorborgians.

-The Sorborgians? -Yes.

In order to manufacture maceta,

-a special-- -Right, okay.

It's fine. That's enough.

I hate it.

-Relax. Maybe from next week onwards-- -I don't wanna go back.

Offer a tradeoff.

Suggest something he'll like.

Take him to a match.

-Wrestling? -Yeah, he'd love that.

Carl Hébert, take him to a damn wrestling match!

What are you wearing?

The deal was, if I came along, I could wear whatever I like.

Kill him! Kill him!

-As if that was possible. -What?

It's not a real sport. I've danced to slow jams that were riskier than this.

Come on!

He's lucky, he might still make it. That guy there, that's Sugar Chris.

He's fought as a professional in the U.S. He's been in some amazing fights.

Like cage-fighting?

Not just that. Remember Snow Fight and The Seven Dwarves?

He was in it. He fought seven dwarves simultaneously.

Wow. And the other guy?

That's Eddie Amin Dada.

I'll take your jobs! And your wives!

A villain?

That depends on the city he's fighting in.

And the winner is Sugar Chris!

Sugar Chris!

SUGAR CHRIS! HAVE MY BABY

And now, in order to prove the superiority of his technique

and of scientific wrestling,

Sugar Chris is ready to fight anyone in attendance tonight.

Who dares to challenge Sugar Chris?

I repeat, who dares to challenge Sugar Chris?

-Less risky than slow dancing, you said? -Right.

Well, if I was a little younger...

Who dares to challenge Sugar Chris?

I may be your father, but you're nothing like me.

That's for sure.

Who dares to challenge Sugar Chris?

We have a volunteer!

He's nuts, he's gonna get hurt.

Tell me, what's your name?

Carl.

Carl, ladies and gents! Give him a round of applause!

Come on!

Come on, Carl.

Just relax and let me do the work. Don't worry, I'm a professional.

Wow, the Helicopter.

These guys require another style.

You little...

-Convincing enough? -I think so.

It's my technique. My technique!

One! Two! Three!

Did he kill him?

Carl! Carl! Carl!

Christian. Christian? Hey, Christian.

Chris. Thank God, you're awake. We were afraid we might lose you.

Is he okay?

You just knocked out my main star. Ever thought about being a wrestler?

Say what?

I've been looking for a guy like you. You got that hangdog look.

Answer the man.

Piss off.

Hey, I like your attitude. I like it. I can picture it already.

I see you as a good guy who's had it real rough.

So he seeks revenge in life. What's your name?

Carl Hébert. And I'm his father.

Carl Hébert...

Revenge Hébert. You like it?

-That's awesome. Right? -I don't know.

Why are you hesitating? Because it would please your father?

Yeah. It would be like falling to the dark side.

But you've never felt what you felt tonight.

When that guy fell down in the ring and everyone cheered for you.

So what?

And think about your superhero status.

I said 11 o'clock.

I'll be careful next time.

What's this?

I'm trying it on. What do you think?

-It does give you some authority. -It's late, go to bed.

I'm not tired.

Hey. You want me to use the sleeping technique?

I wanted to tell you that we won't be needing more appointments.

I think I'll be able to offer my boy what he needs to grow in a balanced way.

Are you okay? I'm alright.

Well... I'll be off, then.

Nice of you to stop by.

Thank you for teaching me that technique.

Watch the angle. You can kill someone with it.

-I don't think so. -Seriously. It can kill.

-Stop your nonsense. -It's not nonsense. It's true.

It had more impact than I thought, but to kill someone...

I'm telling you.

Come on, it's impossible. I'm not a kid, you can't bullshit me anymore.

He was just walking. He dropped dead.

I'm your father. It'd be nice if you stopped doubting everything I say.

What are you talking about? He died of a stroke five years later.