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Thank you!

Thanks, everyone!

Please give it up for

a woman who's given this company her all

for over 15 years.

She deserves your applause.

Thank you!

Thank you.

Dear friends and colleagues,

we're here to celebrate an absolutely incredible year!

But before we party,

I have a surprise for you.

For months my team and I have been on this.

And tonight's the night

we will finally unveil the first images.

Here goes!

Room for rent

Coming!

Can I help you?

Is it for the room?

My aunt will be up soon.

This is her place, and she decides who she rents to.

Louise!

Jeez!

Shit, are you OK?

Louise?

In here.

Thank you.

Louise?

What is it?

She threw up.

In here? - No, outside.

I'm sorry, I...

No worries.

Like some water? Martin, get her a glass.

Here.

I don't know what I'm doing here.

I'll just...

Hold on.

You're still wobbly.

Forgive us, we're staring at you like rubes.

I'm Louise.

This is Martin, my nephew.

And you, dear?

Sophie.

Is there anyone we can call, Sophie?

This isn't 1984. She must have a phone.

Are you from around here?

Montreal.

I could tell.

Do you want a bite? Soda crackers or toast?

She just puked.

They help for nausea.

I feel a bit lost.

I drove all night.

You haven't slept? - That's dangerous.

I saw your sign.

Martin, make up the room.

Sure.

Sorry for the bother.

It's no bother.

I can smell the alcohol.

It wouldn't be wise to drive.

Lemme help you.

Wow!

Nice ride!

I'd have picked black.

But gray's cool.

You forgot something.

OK.

Now I get it.

If my aunt sees you lugging that, I'll never hear the end of it.

Thanks.

Come on in.

It's in here.

There.

Thanks.

Call the bitch!

Private Number

Why it's Sleeping Beauty!

You're off?

I won't trouble you longer.

You're no trouble.

Are you hungry? Stay for supper.

At a bed and breakfast?

We're a bed and heaps of food.

Like my grad picture?

Who's the other woman?

Mom, before she died. - I'm sorry.

No worries. It's been two years.

Anyway, if you're hungry, join us.

You look better.

Hard not to.

Please, have a seat.

Martin, a plate.

We're not used to new faces.

It's nice.

Martin!

OK, don't panic.

It's an old plate.

It stresses me, you standing there.

Here...

Are you allergic to gluten? - No.

I worked at the diner and Montrealers are all allergic to something.

Not just Montrealers.

No, but...

Them especially.

Here.

One more.

There you go.

Please.

It's too much. - You didn't eat.

You take it. - I can't.

I'm on a diet.

Sorry.

No need to apologize.

You didn't know.

I've put on weight these past months.

Stress makes me eat.

It's a rough time for Martin.

Martin...

Chew your food, eat slowly.

To lose weight.

For your health. - Right, 'cause I don't mind being fat.

You're not fat. - Gimme a break!

Let's be honest. I'm fat.

No big deal, I'm not hung up about it.

It's good.

So?

You going to stay a while?

I think I will.

I need a change of air.

Stay.

Take a few days off.

It'll do you good.

Private Number

Keep changing numbers. we'll still find you, cunt!

Sophie?

Did I scare you?

Sorry, I heard a noise, so... - It's OK.

Do you mind?

As you see, I'm very busy.

Yeah.

Can I have a sip?

How long have you...

Long enough.

I don't want to ruin the vibe, but...

should I take it away?

In case you have a problem?

Do I look like I do?

That's not what I meant.

I don't know if you drink. I mean, now, yeah. But...

Talk about ruining the vibe.

Tell me about it.

The king of small talk.

Hits the spot.

Thanks for...

I dunno...

being here.

It's pretty lonely.

Don't you have friends? - Sure.

But my crew's in Sherbrooke, where I used to live.

Why'd you leave?

Wanna hear all my shit?

We've all been there.

The factory where I worked got restructured.

So...

bye-bye, Martin.

That's tough.

12 years, Christ.

Not a word or gesture or...

When my benefits ran out, I had to move in here.

And you?

I was also politely told to leave.

Seriously?

I dunno about you, but me, all I want is to...

You and me both.

You're up? I didn't hear you go out.

Hungry? I'm making crêpes.

Just coffee.

With your fancy cooking, we're out of milk.

You'll have to buy some.

Not today.

Don't be childish. - I won't go.

Stop.

Lord!

I'll go, I need a few things.

There.

See?

Thanks.

Keep the receipt.

Hold it! - What's your problem?

What's going on? - Shoplifters.

Butt out!

William, is that true?

Hand it over, or I tell your mom.

I'll tell your dad.

Does he know?

Don't you have school? - Sunday, dummy!

Be polite!

Show her your clip, maybe she's a les.

Are you OK?

Yeah, gimme a minute. I'll be right in.

Finish your smoke, I have time.

Thank you.

It's just...

I know him.

He's having a rough time.

So I go easy.

I like your hair.

I redid the color.

I'm Chantal.

Sophie.

I said no! - The fries shack would hire you again.

I won't work there. - It's a good job!

For $14.25 an hour? I'm 35.

I won't work minimum wage!

I can't go on supporting you. - Enough!

What are you doing?

Alcohol has too many calories.

Who gives a shit?

Give her a drop, she starts to dance.

I could've been a ballerina.

At Christmas, she'd do one of her hits,

The Blossoming Flower.

You remember?

Two years ago you got stuck. - I did not!

You did too!

In the middle of blossoming,

her back went out.

I'm not as supple.

Don't hurt yourself.

It's for my art!

I'm running low on resources.

Lots of action at the reactor.

Where are you, I'm all alone! Go, go!

This'll cover the week.

Thank you.

Sophie?

It's your life, but...

if you have a drinking problem,

please don't involve Martin.

Alcohol, drugs and all that...

Now's not the time.

Understand?

I'll be careful.

Cheater! - It's always me.

The floor's tilted. - So what? We're having fun.

Truth or consequences? - Truth.

No consequences for you?

You scared?

Nothing scares me.

Do you have a dream?

Shit, that's heavy.

I'm sure you do.

Yeah, but I'm goddamn broke.

No, wait.

You don't follow your dream 'cause you're broke?

Being broke's a huge problem.

But it's sad.

Yeah, it sucks, but...

It is what it is.

So you're broke?

Screwed-over broke.

Then I dare you to make money.

What kinda dare is that?

What happened to frenching in the closet

or "Show me your bra"?

What if I had money?

I'll give you a buck if...

you tell me your dream.

Good one. - Not bad.

Yeah, yeah. But...

No, I won't say.

My dream's worth more.

But I could cook you supper tomorrow night.

You already do, for free.

I'll wash your car.

It's clean.

I know.

Yup, I got it.

I'll do the Blossoming Flower.

I've seen it. - OK...

What if I do it topless? Is it worth a buck?

You're on.

Stop!

No, you'll miss the best part.

Are you OK?

I had a flash.

Like what?

An idea to help you.

Help me how?

Financially.

Really? What?

It's awkward.

Awkward?

Embarrassing, maybe.

I'm blossoming, I'm open to anything.

Forget it.

You can't!

No, forget it. It's stupid.

Tell me! - You'll get mad.

Not telling me is making me mad.

Spit it out.

What is this?

Stop it, Christ!

It's crazy.

Tell me!

Tell me, dammit!

Even if it's dumb.

I'm desperate for ideas right now.

I've had it being broke,

no job, no apartment, nothing!

I won't let you mess with my head.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Sorry for last night.

It's OK.

I've had a good life.

I couldn't have asked for more.

Louise,

look after my boy, as if he was yours.

Sophie?

Give him a kick in the rear when he needs it.

Good luck!

Martin...

I don't need that right now.

You should listen to it.

It could help you. - How?

Not to be a fucking loser?

I'm visiting a friend. Don't wait up.

I'm so fed up.

You need a drink.

Where you going? - The store, we're all out.

Count me out.

I'll let you drive.

Really?

You're such a baby!

Let's go.

I don't know what you want. - No.

It's the cashier.

She led me on. I don't want to see her.

What are you doing later?

G'night, Mr Faucher.

Hello. - Hi there.

$57.98

Don't worry, I won't lose it again.

Sometimes I just feel like jumping.

Where you going?

Wait up!

What is it?

It's not funny. C'mon.

You're like a 50-year-old teenager.

45.

I gotta fuckin' get outta here.

Then leave.

I'm dead broke.

Money's not important.

Easy to say when you're rich.

You can always make money.

Tell me.

What?

Your idea.

Why not?

You're too sober.

No, that's OK.

This, maybe?

Not checkered. - Yeah, no.

Then it's one of these.

That one.

Yeah? - Yeah.

Anyway,

that's not important. - Yeah.

Look, I'm feeling kinda wasted...

Let's try and at least

we'll have had fun.

Fun?

Yeah.

OK...

'Cause the thing I'm wondering is...

Don't think I...

I just want to help.

I know, but...

Are you trying to...

You know... - No!

I'm not trying to take advantage. - 'Cause if you were, I'm down.

It's not that. - OK, but...

When I say fun, I mean, like...

Y'know, not...

No, I know...

I just wondered if...

I mean, I know I'm not...

You're just fine.

Accept yourself.

Yeah.

That's what people want. Real people in real life — fat, old...

Mature.

You mean me? - Yeah, hot mature.

Worst case,

we'll have had fun.

Yeah.

There's more room here.

Sure.

Wet t-shirt contest.

What the...?

Now you have to take it off.

Wait, wait...

Is that a video? - Well, photos, videos...

No videos!

And the money?

Only photos!

Are we on or not?

Yeah, but...

I know a guy for amateur clips.

Yeah? - Mindgeek's based in Montréal.

Mindgeek?

The owner of Pornhub, Xtube...

They're in Montreal? - Yeah.

He says loads of people make a fortune.

Hold on, are you a pimp?

Just weekends.

But...

people have to click on it.

What do people watch on the web?

Netflix.

I know, porn.

Right!

OK, but just photos.

Ready?

Yup.

Sorry, I'm nervous.

Would music help? - Yeah, please.

That's it.

Let yourself go.

No, that's good! Go on!

Like this?

I'm out of moves.

Start undressing.

Right.

What turns you on?

I dunno.

No ideas?

I watch porn.

So pretend you're watching porn.

No, I mean...

Have you ever done it?

I'm not a model, I'm not used to this.

Have you fucked?

Have you ever fucked?

You think I'm a virgin? - The way you move...

Jesus Christ!

You're uptight, it's fake.

I've fucked girls!

Doesn't show.

Shall I call Chantal?

The cashier? - She'll tell you I fucked her!

I reamed her good, and not just her.

There are tons of chicks who beg me to fuck them!

It won't sell if you're scared.

I'm not. - Then grow up.

Is it because I'm fat? Fatties don't fuck?

Enough.

Look at me.

I see something.

What?

All the girls you fucked.

Stop it.

God, how many have there been?

Christ you're a pain.

Did you set a record?

You're riding me.

OK.

Besides Chantal?

Vicky, in Sherbrooke.

That's all? - Annick,

a girl in high school.

Julie Fréchette.

Claire...

something.

Marie-Hélène.

Karine. Stéphanie. Marie-France.

Karine.

Two Karines? - Three.

They all begged for seconds.

Really? - Sure.

'Cause you fucked'em good?

Sure did.

And they wanted more.

Fuckin' right.

'Cause you know what you're doing.

Good, yeah.

That's it.

Fantastic!

Here, do you like this?

OK, your boxers.

Already?

Enough with the clothes.

Right.

I'm not ready. I can't.

I'm not...

What?

We'll forget it.

We're done.

No, no... - It's OK.

It's not that don't I want to.

Wait.

I have a small dick.

When I don't have a hard-on.

Because of my weight.

It's not small, it's hidden.

By my belly.

It's not just me.

Christ,

what, 30% of the US is obese, even more.

Those guys have small dicks too.

I don't want you to think I'm less than what I really am.

Tiny dick.

Stop.

Tiny dick!

I don't have a tiny dick.

What do you have? - Well...

What do you have? What? - I've got...

I've got...

a fucking baseball bat!

Good.

A fucking huge bat.

You're a man, Martin.

Yeah.

A man who knows what he's doing.

Yeah.

C'mon.

Let's go.

It's freezing!

You game?

It was time. - Yeah.

Where you going?

Got you!

I guess.

C'mon.

Chicken!

No, it's just more fun in here.

I can see you.

You perv!

You're not embarrassed?

Why would I be?

I mean...

you're not 18.

No, it's a compliment.

Screw you!

Shit.

Stop it.

Stop!

Sorry.

Don't do that!

Stop it!

Then come out.

Sure.

Scared?

You?

Beautiful.

You're nuts!

C'mon.

Yeah?

Yeah?

Go for it! - I'll stand in the light.

That's it!

Now I have your clothes!

Come and get 'em!

Die, whore!

Seen the new Lucy? LOL

Looks like my sis. Who fucks their sis?!

I'll fuck ur sis!

Ballbreaker changed Lucy Make her pay!

I know where u live, u fucking bitch

Strangle her in her sleep!

The bitch changed her number again.

What's your fucking problem?

Think this is a joke? We'll teach you!

Keep your damn mouth shut!

$200 if u find her new number

SIGN the petition! We're already at 75K!

Guy who posts pic of her dead cat is God!

Sophie?

Hi.

I'm making a surprise for tonight.

Chantal?

Come outside.

What's going on?

My brother showed me your video.

Why'd you do it?

I'm the last to know?

Dave!

It wasn't me.

Wait!

It wasn't me.

No, look...

I can't.

Not after that.

I just can't.

But Dave!

It's not my fault!

It's not my fault!

It's getting late.

Yeah.

Look who's back!

Join us.

We're having dinner.

I'm good, thanks.

Some wine, at least?

I have an announcement.

Shit, I'm a bit stressed.

We're listening.

Here goes.

I've been thinking...

It's not decided, but...

I think I want to go back to school,

and study cooking.

I found the Montreal Hotel Institute, it's internationally recognized.

I know I'm old for school, and it's expensive...

Don't worry, we'll find the money.

Yeah.

Well?

It's a good idea.

Really good.

I haven't done it yet. - But you will.

I hope so.

I'm proud of you.

Really proud.

Thanks.

It's all on their fucking forum...

My address, phone number, social security...

I deleted all my social media, changed my number four times!

Do I have to move, too?

Right now, our priority is tonight.

Do you have a place to stay a few days?

A friend or relative?

I guess you'll be leaving soon.

Yeah.

I was thinking of going to Montréal...

to visit the Hotel Institute.

Maybe...

I could see you.

I could begin classes next January

and earn some money till then.

Well,

not with those pix.

Nothing against it,

but it was more for fun, right?

Yeah.

In fact,

it was so much fun that...

I don't know what it was, but...

I felt something I never felt before.

I know you felt it too.

Cause...

Please give it up for

a woman

who's given us her all for 15 years.

The first female head of Game Development at Recreation Studio,

Geneviève Lambert!

Today over 45% of our gamers are women.

Yes!

In Trails of Darkness 5,

Lucy is faster and more agile.

You're going to love the new Lucy!

Touch Trails of Darkness and you're dead, bitch!

I'll kill you!

Useless fucking whore!

You'd have to pay me to fuck that bitch.

Frigid feminist!

Jump off a bridge

They're teen morons.

Sales are down 20% across the board.

100,000 signed the petition

to fire Geneviève.

Starting now, James will head

Trails of Darkness 5.

They fired her! We won!

Not enough. We gotta make sure she never works in gaming again.

It all starts in the forum.

He's the leader, but there are hundreds more.

By the way,

you're not his only victim.

I wish you were here,

my love.

Stop.

What the hell?

Sophie!

You couldn't stop. You had to do it again!

What's your problem?

Thinking you're a nice guy.

What's happening?

Sophie's flipping out.

I'm not Sophie.

My name is Geneviève Lambert.

Recognize me?

You found my address, and I found yours,

GrizzliBear.

Martin?

What are you going to do?

Call the police?

I didn't do anything.

Why the police?

I apologize, OK? I'm sorry. - You're not.

I'm sorry... - ...that you got caught!

Sophie! - My name's Geneviève!

Martin apologized.

What more can he do to fix this?

I want him to read you a message he posted about me.

No, never.

You will.

I want Louise to hear what's in your mind.

And know who you really are.

No bitch is... - Martin!

Scared, huh? - Not at all.

Yes you are.

Because this'll hurt.

It hurts when somebody we love finds out who we really are.

Louise knows me. - She has no idea of the filth inside you.

I won't read it.

You'll read the message

or I'll publish your photos.

What photos?

Screw you!

Besides, I don't remember.

Want me to refresh your memory?

Here, read this.

I'll post the photos on your forum.

Go on, Martin. Let's get this over with.

I know where you live, you slut.

Next time you come out, I'll jump you,

drag you into the alley and rape you.

You need a good fuck, you bitch.

Scream and I'll piss in your mouth to shut you up.

Read all of it.

You don't like the girl in Trails of Darkness?

Want to make her more realistic?

I'll make you more realistic.

I'll cut off your tits, you cunt.

Anyway, you don't like big boobs.

After ripping off your tits,

I'll shit in your cunt so you rot inside

and you look like what you are,

a putrid corpse.

I didn't mean it. I didn't...

What did you mean?

Did writing that make you feel good?

Was it a rush when the others went, Fuck yeah!

LOL, man, LOL!

It was a joke, fuck!

Anyway, I wasn't writing about you.

Geneviève is me!

I didn't know. - What's that change?

You've no right to write that. - Yes I do.

I can write what I want, it's my right!

Nobody forced you to read it.

You've harassed me for months.

There's hundreds of other guys who do it too — and girls!

But you do it all day long.

You published my address.

You were behind the petition and "Kill her fucking cat!"

Did you kill her cat? - Course not!

I'd never do that. It was some damn sicko.

You encouraged him!

Come on, it was only words.

I'd never hurt anyone. Right, Louise?

Right?

What you wrote is repugnant.

It was just a message, shit.

It was nothing. I didn't do anything.

I'd never hurt you.

Not for real.

Not in real life.

You pretended to be my friend, but now...

you'll publish those pictures.

They're mine. You've no right.

You can post photos but I can't?

Is that it?

I never...

Yes you did.

Where do you think I got the idea?

I got it from you.

Martin?

I loved Chantal.

I loved her.

Is that why you posted a nude video of her?

Because you loved her?

It's all over the web.

It's her fault. She shouldn't...

Shouldn't have split up with you?

She sent them to me.

So it's all her fault?

She rejected you, so you punished the fat cow?

Is what you wrote about me my fault, too?

I should've kept my mouth shut, is that it?

It's my fucking fault!

Shut up! Shut up!

Stop it! Stop!

Are you alright?

Martin!

Wish you were here?

I wish you were.

I wish you were, my love.

Here's a little gift. Do what you want with it.

Louise...

Go play somewhere else.

So fat fucks have mini-dicks?

Check the micropenis on the fat fuck!

Its girls we wanna see naked! - Ban him!

Enjoy.

It's not what I ordered.

I must've goofed. But it's very good.

No thanks.

Subtitles: Robert Gray, Kinograph