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Come on!

Oh, man. Thank you, ma'am.

I guess you don't have change?

Yeah.

It's not the end of the world.

No, but it's the end of the month.

What, you're dry?

Alright, alright. Don't fret.

For semi-professionals, it's normal to get semi-paid.

I mean, wrestling does help a bit, but... I'm gonna need more.

Get a tenant. Isn't there a room you could rent out?

Sharing your house with a stranger, though...

Or maybe you know someone who could use one.

Holy shit, you startled me!

Why are you staring?

You're giving me the room?

I thought you'd never.

How much?

Not that much.

You're still asking me for money, even though I'm your father.

But not much, really. How about 100 bucks?

A hundred? I don't need your charity. That's just humiliating.

Okay, then. I don't know, how about...

Three seventy-five?

Are you insane? That thing isn't even worth 100!

But...

Two-hundred. Take it or leave it.

Why are we haggling?

Watch out.

What's in these boxes?

Non-perishable food. Enough to survive for three months.

Right. Like you're gonna need that.

Laugh all you want, at least I'll be ready when the terrorists strike.

What terrorists?

You really think that after attacking New York,

they would target Quebec next?

You're naive, if you think there isn't a sleeper cell in Quebec.

There's a sleeping idiot, though.

Yeah, right. Let's let our guard down. There's nothing to fear.

Everyone forgets. Well, I don't. Okay?

Besides, to make sure I never forget, I have a precise date

that I use as a password and to play the lottery.

A date that's a foretaste of the apocalypse.

9-11-1?

September 11th, 2001?

How do you know?

You mentioned terrorism.

I'll change it. I wouldn't wanna share, if I won the lottery.

I never heard of any Al Qaeda fighters arrested in Quebec.

Exactly! If they didn't get arrested, it's because they're smarter.

And more dangerous!

Good thing your father took the room. It's money, plus a good role model.

My ass. I'm the role model in my family.

Can we change position? My back hurts, it's my sciatica again.

You know,

I read about this stuff. It's essential. If you lose your role model...

you gotta find another!

You have one saved message.

To listen to it, press 1.

First saved message.

Jaimie, it's Mom. I noticed you forgot your lunch at home.

Should I bring it over or do you have cash for the cafeteria?

Anyway, call me back. Bye.

Message saved again.

WHIPPED CREAM

What's going on?

There's a naked guy!

Stay right here.

Hey!

Carl, stop it! I know this guy, it's Sylvain!

I'm subletting the room to him.

-Subletting? -Yeah.

I kept the storage space to stay on my boat, but I sublet the room.

What? Don't tell me it's a problem.

You can't sublet the room.

Am I or am I not renting the room?

-You are. -But I can't use it as I please?

But we don't even know that guy. Do you realize that?

You're letting in a total stranger. That's really poor security.

Stop it. I asked my pals at the police to look him up. He's clean.

Really? What does he do for a living?

He's a psychic. A psychic?

Yeah, you know. He reads tarot cards, hands, stuff like that.

That's reassuring. You can guarantee he'll pay the rent?

Wait, that's just on the side. He also has a job in healthcare.

In a hospital?

A clinic.

Doing what?

He realigns shakras.

Shakras. Damn it, why are you doing this to me?

You don't want me to live better by making some cash? You should know, of all people.

I get it. You want me to take the room, so I'll always have to owe you something.

Of course not. Right?

Anyway. I talked to Sylvain and told him I was all for

peaceful and respectful coexistence amongst people,

and if he does anything to break the harmony we have, I'll kill him.

-You said that? -Yessir.

Why? You doubt I could kill him myself?

-I'm subletting. -But it's my house.

Well, I'll start and you finish him off.

You're not okay.

Mind your own business.

-You can't hide it. I see energies. -Yeah, right.

I'm telling you. I'm a psychic.

If there's anything I can do...

-What? I'm outside. -And the chips?

There was no name written on them.

Oh, by the way...

would it be possible not to make any noise after 7:00 pm?

It's my meditation time.

Subletting?

Can you believe it? He's subletting the room I gave him.

What's wrong?

My back hurts.

I'll fix it for you. Follow my lead.

When a parent is allowed to stay at his son's place, you'd expect some...

Humility?

Yeah. I was gonna say gratefulness, but humility works.

Take that!

Be careful, okay? It's a sensitive area.

-Don't move. -Okay.

HURT HIM

Man, that felt good.

You'll see, I can make his life miserable, too.

-Your father's? -Yeah.

Yeah, right there!

-And the tenant? -I could try and get rid of him.

He decided we should be silent after 7:00 pm, because he wants to meditate.

If you want to get rid of him, we can help.

-Really? -No big deal.

I feel her presence.

Whose presence?

A woman.

Describe her.

She's not very tall. Her hair is dark, straight.

She's wearing a striped sweater.

She's smiling. She has a happy face.

It's my mother.

How do you do that?

-It's a gift. -What's her name?

Is her name Chantal?

Yeah. Yes.

And her eyes? Can you see her eyes?

I can see them.

What color are they?

I can't tell, they're closed.

It's because the picture is black and white.

I charge 50 bucks.

Didn't the future tell you no?

Hell of a party. That was a great idea!

Damn right.

Hey, look who's here.

Who's that?

That's Sylvain, our tenant.

He probably came to say hello before he starts his meditation.

I bet he's got some shakras to realign.

There are so many negative energies here. You think I don't see yours?

Shakras?

They're junction points for the energy that flows through the body.

Really?

When they're not aligned, the body lacks harmony and hurts.

I read it can help against sciatic pain. Is that possible?

Because I tried all kinds of stuff, but my back still hurts.

It can see why it hurts. Your energy doesn't flow there at all.

You should come see me.

Hi, Carl.

What are you doing here? What's going on?

Sylvain said it was okay to use this as his waiting room.

-His waiting room? -For my appointments. You know.

Next.

Excuse me.

Ready. Are you okay?

I'll never get rid of him.

Unless...

And what do you want?

I need a reason to see my grandpa?

Someone like you? Yeah.

So, what's the matter?

I'm starting to forget Mom.

You have tons of pictures.

It's not that.

It's as if I'd already lost the feeling of having her around.

She's fading from my memory.

It's because you don't want to admit that you still need her.

You think?

You'll feel her again when you realize she can still bring you something.

Stuff that only a mother can bring her daughter in such a strong way.

What's that?

-The feeling of guilt. -Grandpa...

Don't tell me that's not the foundation of a mother-daughter relationship.

Mom never put me under any kind of pressure.

Oh, really? And why do you think she named you Jaimie?

It's the name of her aunt.

Bullshit. It's the name of the Bionic Woman.

The Bionic Woman?

Jaimie Sommers. That's right. You were named after her.

Wouldn't you call that pressure? She wanted you to be strong. And bionic!

Now that's how high she'd set the bar for you. Okay?

Shit, he was right.

Hey, Sylvain, how do you like the soup?

There was no name written on it.

You bastard!

Let's try something.

-It's working. -What is?

My mom can make me feel bad from the afterlife.

It feels like she's judging me right now.

It's like she was here. Amazing.

Well, that's that. Thanks for the lift.

The cans were yours?

I started moving them around, hoping that Sylvain would use one.

And the lock?

It wasn't hard. I just replaced one doomed date with another.

Which one?

5-16-75. My birthday.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!

Careful, my sciatica!

Didn't Sylvain fix that?

No, he just made it worse. Sorry I trusted him. Are you mad at me?