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TWO WOMEN

I feel bad leaving you alone with the baby.

It's fine.

It's a big convention. I can't miss it.

I'll see some clients while I'm there.

I'll be back in two weeks, max.

So you've never heard the crow?

No.

Are you sure?

Pretty sure.

You know what it means if I'm the only one hearing it?

No, what does it mean?

It means they want me to hear it.

Like a crow.

I'll call an exterminator.

It's the neighbor cumming.

Then who cares?

I think they're exhibitionists.

I can just imagine their conversation:

"You like it when people hear you cum, you slut."

Then she cums.

Vivi, can you stop that?

You know how couples are.

Sex gets boring, so they try weird stuff.

Then they're embarrassed, but they do it again.

So? You used to laugh about that stuff before.

Before what?

Before...

Well, you said breastfeeding kills libido.

And that's why the neighbors are using me in their weird sex games?

I think you're tired.

We should put the baby in daycare, no?

That's not it.

I'll call you.

Kisses.

Really?

My baby isn't too loud?

No.

So you don't hear her?

We do, but it's normal. She's a baby.

My son is 10. We've been there.

So we hear things between the condos.

It happens.

Our rooms share a wall too.

That's true, they do.

Sometimes, I hear things.

As if someone wanted me to be an ear witness

to the things I'm hearing.

You know what I mean by "ear witness"?

Yes, I know what an ear witness is.

But I don't see how it applies here.

Sometimes, people like to have witnesses in life.

Are you OK?

Is something wrong?

I feel like you're speaking in codes.

Huh? No.

Should I call someone for help?

No, I'm talking about something specific.

A sound.

Like a crow.

It's not coming from outside?

No, from the wall.

Have you looked outside? I don't have a crow.

That's just it. It's not a crow.

It's like a crow.

Like you want me to hear your crow sounds.

Why would I do that?

Because you're cumming.

Because you're an auditory exhibitionist.

Oh my God.

Yeah.

OK, I understand.

OK, good.

That's interesting.

But no.

I'm not cumming.

My partner and I don't have sex.

It's been, I don't know, months, even...

Oh my God, it's been years since we've...

Yeah.

Then it must be me who...

Well, maybe it's a crow.

Or another bird.

'Cause when I think about it...

I don't know much about birds.

That's normal.

Soccer is the most popular sport in the world,

because you only need a ball to play.

That's why I think we should even play in winter.

We'd just need a snowplow.

Thank you for listening.

Who's the girl on the chair?

Is it me?

Maybe.

She gets a ball to the head?

Maybe.

But why?

Because it's funny.

David.

Do you hear noises in our room sometimes?

Uh, what are you doing?

It's like I can't hear anything anymore.

Funny.

I think I'm gonna go off my antidepressants.

Why would you do that?

To be more sensitive.

And so I can drink.

You do drink.

Not a lot.

You do, still.

It would boost my sex drive too.

Don't you want me to have a higher sex drive?

Whatever you want.

Well, it does concern you.

I think your mental health is more important.

I don't know.

When your mental health is good, I find you more sexually attractive.

But we don't have sex.

That's one way of looking at it.

No, it's a number. We have no sex, zero.

How will you go back to work without your antidepressants?

Do I really want a job I need antidepressants to do?

You're happier when you're on them.

More functional, maybe. Happier, I don't know.

More balanced, anyway.

Being balanced doesn't exactly make me happy.

I don't know what to say.

You know when I used to drink?

Yes.

- I drank a lot sometimes. - Yes.

I'd listen to Laurence Jalbert until 4:00 a.m.

I was amazing at pool.

Like when you threw yourself in front of a car.

Yes, exactly.

I know it looked pathetic from the outside,

but from the inside, it was fun.

You were suicidal.

No, I wasn't suicidal. Honestly, no.

I just wasn't afraid to die.

It was extremely liberating.

Just remember you have a 10-year-old son.

I'm not gonna kill myself.

Listen, Éli, you're a great girl. That's not it.

What happened was a one-time thing.

Because I have a...

I have a family.

I love my wife.

My daughter.

So...

Yeah, it was really great, but...

But I'm not the kind of guy who...

who...

So?

I don't see anything.

Hi.

Hi.

He's an exterminator.

Yeah, I can see that.

Have you noticed anything apart from the noise?

Like what?

Holes, tracks, crumbs...

droppings...

Droppings? No.

No, there's no...

There are no droppings.

You can look here if you want.

Our rooms are side by side, so...

My neighbor.

Yeah, I can see that.

THE ANGELS OF EXTERMINATION

What did it sound like again?

Interesting.

Because a crow is somewhere between that and a baby crying.

That's interesting.

Yeah, it's more like...

That's it.

I love birds.

My son has a hamster.

Do you think the hamster could make that sound?

But we were talking about animals.

Sure.

Well, well...

What a cute little hamster.

It's my son's.

What's his name?

My son?

No, the hamster.

Florence.

Not you. The hamster.

The hamster is also Florence.

You let your son name his hamster Florence?

My boyfriend says it's an homage.

- Yeah. That's beautiful, Florence. - Thank you.

It's a great name for a hamster.

Why don't you record it next time?

The hamster?

The crow.

Sure.

Good.

So it's all in my head?

I'm going crazy?

Hi!

She might be your crow.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

You're suffocating her.

I'm just petting her.

Yeah right. You hate that hamster.

What? Honestly!

I don't hate my son's hamster.

There.

We could get rid of her.

No, that wouldn't be good for Max.

Then put her back in his room.

After what happened? No.

We don't know she ate her babies.

We know.

They were there at night and gone in the morning.

Another reason to get rid of her.

Hasn't there been enough death?

She's doing her penance!

- So her cage is a prison? - Exactly.

Why was she in prison before she ate her babies?

What?

It was a cage. Now it's a prison.

She's no bother, Florence.

By Florence, do you mean me or the hamster?

It's not clear.

That's what this is about?

It's crazy that you let him name her Florence.

We didn't fight like this when you took your pills.

But it's my name!

You thought it was funny!

You laughed, like...

I think my libido is coming back.

I don't know what to do with that information.

Don't you want me?

Well, not right now.

No, but in general.

In general how?

In life in general, do you still want me?

Of course.

Well...

that's that.

Yeah, it's just that...

I started taking antidepressants.

You what?

Yeah.

I was feeling off, so I thought, why not?

Except, yeah, now my libido is gone.

Yours came back, mine vanished.

It's like they crossed paths.

When did you see your doctor?

I didn't. I have an appointment.

I'm taking yours until then.

You can't just take them. It's not recreational.

I need them.

But you're never depressed.

You have no emotions.

Since you've dropped yours, I've been unsettled.

So you're taking antidepressants because I'm not taking mine.

I think our relationship works best when one of us is on antidepressants.

You're not feeling any side effects?

Not really.

Usually, they knock you out when you start.

I slept constantly.

Yeah, I'm definitely more tired than usual, but...

When did you last take them?

I don't know. Yesterday, I think.

That's weird. They're still in the same spot.

Yeah, I didn't know how to tell you.

I think you're lying.

Why would I lie about this?

The angle of your penis is perfect.

Oh yeah?

I can't be the first girl to tell you that.

When you cum, it's...

It's crazy.

How is it with your wife?

Can we not talk about my wife, please?

I think she's depressed.

What are you talking about?

Do you ever check her Facebook page?

You're Facebook friends?

Her posts are public.

You don't have to look.

No, but I'm curious. What's the sex like?

Get dressed. We'll go get some food.

I mean, given that she's been assaulted...

No.

Yes.

No.

It was on her Facebook page.

#MeToo.

What?

You didn't know?

HOUSING CO-OP MEETING AGENDA

Hi.

Everyone?

We should get started.

So, the deeper we dig in the greenhouse,

the more the earth's warmth heats it.

It's 0°C in the greenhouse right now. That's too cold.

We need to dig deeper for more heat.

A couple feet, and we're good for winter.

I don't think anyone will be against digging.

I'm against it.

Wait. You don't want to dig?

Exactly.

But it's the only solution.

We could also get rid of it.

Get rid of the greenhouse?

I mean, is it a greenhouse or a car shelter?

I can't tell.

It's true it isn't very nice.

We could turn it into visitor parking.

We're an eco-friendly complex. We need green spaces, not parking spots.

If we had less cars, we'd have more parking.

It's no better to get stuff delivered instead of driving.

Not just stuff getting delivered!

Back to the greenhouse.

OK, so, since it's started to freeze,

I propose we use an excavator.

We could add it to the budget.

OK, but does it run on gas?

Yeah.

Well, David, we said that...

the greenhouse had to be carbon neutral.

Yes.

Let's take a vote.

All those against using an excavator, raise your hands.

Denied almost unanimously.

I'm sorry, David.

OK, we'll need volunteers to dig.

I can help.

Is the baby asleep?

Yeah.

I saw your Facebook post.

Who's the asshole?

Your #MeToo.

What #MeToo?

The one you posted five years ago.

I did that?

Yes, you did.

What?

Well, I forgot.

How could you forget?

Benoît, like I remember what I posted five years ago.

I keep thinking about all the signs I missed.

What signs?

Who was it? Do I know him?

Wait.

Are you saying we couldn't post #MeToo just in support of the movement?

In support?

Yeah, like: "I support girls who were sexually assaulted. #MeToo."

No.

Yeah, like:

"Go, girls! Don't give up! We're with you!"

You weren't assaulted?

Everyone thinks I was assaulted?

You did a #MeToo post, and you weren't assaulted?

I had to do something!

My sister posted a crying emoji.

My ex posted a crying emoji.

You got dozens of crying emojis.

No one told me.

You just had to check my Facebook like everyone else.

You have to take it down.

It won't change anything.

OK, then you need to post that you weren't assaulted.

Wait.

I have to think about it.

- We're talking about sexual assault. - No, there's harassment too.

Jesus, Violette!

Not everyone who posted #MeToo was sexually assaulted.

That was the idea.

No, sorry, but some #MeToo just went on and on.

And they weren't about sexual assault.

More like unsolicited compliments and stuff.

Do you realize I left my work up north for this?

Well, I've gotten unsolicited compliments.

When I was 18, my boss came onto me.

What did you do?

I slept with him.

Did he force you?

No. But he was in a position of power. He was my boss.

Boss where?

He was my manager at McDonald's.

Real powerful.

Are we really gonna do this?

You wanna comb over my past to be sure I had the right to post #MeToo?

You posted on Facebook so people would see.

So of course we're talking about it.

Well, since Emma was born,

I've often given you blow jobs when I haven't felt like it.

My sex drive is shot,

and I feel like I have to do something for the good of our relationship.

So your #MeToo is against me?

No, I'm just saying...

I'm saying that as a girl, I've had to put up with men's libidos too.

Got it.

Hey.

I meant in general.

Oh God, the ugly neighbor.

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The eight, cross side.

Yes, ma'am!

What are you looking at?

Completely exaggerated.

What do you mean by exaggerated?

They die or they don't die.

Are you done with this?

Look.

Oh my God.

Here.

It was just an example.

An example of what?

When you cut yourself, there's blood.

Yes, when you cut yourself, there's blood.

We were talking about life.

Yes, about life!

Florence was explaining that it's not that easy to die.

In movies.

No, when girls cut their veins in the movies, and they die...

I was saying that in life...

Yeah, in life, it's harder than in the movies.

Yeah.

We haven't seen the same movies. That's not where they cut their wrist.

Yes. It was an example.

Turn on the flashing lights! Please, just for a second.

Oh my God! It looks so beautiful against the building.

It's like it's come to life!

- You're making it livelier! - Ma'am...

Careful.

I told you to look.

I was.

Is that your husband, ma'am?

Yeah, no, he's not my husband.

We're not married. Are you married?

You can go.

- Bye, Florence. - Good night!

What's going on?

That's my husband. Yeah.

He's definitely married.

We went to a bar!

I don't think I brought enough changes of clothes.

It'll be fine.

We should come back tomorrow.

Vivi, it'll be fine, promise.

My next contract is months away.

I know. But we have a spot now.

If we don't take it, we'll lose it. We might not get a spot then.

This is crazy.

It'll be good for her to be around other kids.

It'll be good for you too. OK?

Hi!

Do you have to make a hole?

It's for the cable.

No one gets cable anymore.

It was my partner's idea.

He thinks it's best I don't go out too much.

But if you look at the stats,

when people die a violent death, they generally do at home.

I'll tell you a little secret: I've got cable too.

Oh yeah?

In my room.

60-inch TV.

60 inches, huh?

Everyone's against screens in the bedroom,

but honestly, nothing better than TV in bed.

Yeah, must be nice.

I say, if you don't have cable in the bedroom,

I'm sorry, but that's a life without pleasure.

I'm ready for pleasure.

Bravo.

Thanks.

I have friends who travel.

They go to Europe, Asia...

And what do they do?

They hit a few sites, then watch cable TV at the hotel.

I swear! I say quit bugging people in Venice.

They're swarming with tourists.

Just leave them alone!

Install cable in your bedroom,

and we'll solve this whole global warming thing in no time.

So, you want it here?

Excuse me?

In my experience, this is the best spot.

Yeah, I guess so.

Maybe you should come...

sit on the bed to be sure it's the right angle.

OK, sure.

Sure, why not?

Yeah.

Yep.

So, say we're watching something.

What are we watching?

Oh, well...

There are so many channels.

For sure.

Can I?

Yes, yes, yes.

I'm hot.

I'm hot.

I hardly did anything.

Oh, wow! Thanks.

I had cable installed.

Cable is great.

The cable guy came.

He installed my cable.

Yeah.

He did a very good job.

In my bedroom.

Cable is really great.

I can imagine.

You turn on the TV, there's something.

You change the channel, there's something. It's endless.

On platforms, you always have to make decisions.

Honestly, I don't need that in my life.

We touched each other, a lot.

It was fun.

Did you know monogamy was invented for men, not women?

I thought it was natural.

I saw a show about it.

In polygamous societies, only the handsome, rich men get girls.

The ugly, stupid guys get nothing. Like, fuck all.

So they get desperate and cause trouble.

That leads to more war.

So they invented monogamy so that every man has his woman.

And every woman has her man.

That's what women are for. To pacify men.

I don't know if I want to be monogamous.

Let them deal with their own fucking wars.

It's pretty crazy they never told us monogamy wasn't natural.

I always thought it was my fault.

Fuck.

- What are you doing? - Nothing.

Florence asked you to kill the hamster?

No, I'm not trying to kill the hamster.

You're holding tweezers in its cage.

If I wanted to kill the hamster, I wouldn't stab it with tweezers.

No? What would you do?

I don't know. I...

I'd throw it off the balcony.

No, for real, I'm not trying to kill it.

It's complicated.

Actually, I just need its droppings.

Hamster droppings?

Yes. Yes, because...

Yeah, because...

Look, I'm just gonna take the droppings and go.

What's with you girls?

I swear, it's fine.

Can't you just be normal?

Like regular adults?

Yes, being an adult can suck. That's life.

There's no point trying to change things.

Does everything always need to be better?

The old couch is fine.

And some couples have less sex than before.

Can't we just live our goddamn lives?

I just want the droppings.

Well, take them!

I'm sorry. It's not...

PILL

You OK?

What?

So I found some there, there...

And there are more over here.

Yeah. I was happy I finally found something concrete.

I mean, a crow is one thing,

but if I'm the only one hearing it, it's a bit worrying.

Yeah. This ain't no crow.

These are hamster droppings.

You can tell just like that? You're good.

Experience.

Still, though...

you can have both a hamster and a crow.

Yeah.

We could call it.

The crow.

Do that again.

Again.

I really like birds.

Oh yeah?

Let me help you.

- How's it going? - Good.

The exterminator came back.

Oh yeah?

So, was there a crow or not?

It went beyond the existence of a crow.

We got to the source of the problem, deep into the source,

into my source.

What was the problem at the source?

You think your source is running dry, but it was just the context.

Yes.

Hi, everyone! I brought shovels.

Thanks, David.

So nice of you.

My pleasure. Here.

Thanks.

- Here. - Sir...

Careful.

You should put less.

Make more small trips. You'll be less tired.

- Think so? - Yeah.

Why don't they help instead of just watching?

We have extra wheelbarrows!

Hello!

If you help, you get a coffee and cognac.

No thanks.

It's stupid to think you can find love online.

What do apps like Tinder gain when people fall in love?

Nothing. The opposite, actually. They lose people.

They stop them from finding love so they get addicted to the app.

They're anti-love, actually.

Who says he wants to fall in love?

- Excuse me. - Careful.

You OK?

She's into you, man. It's obvious.

Honestly! I haven't been single in 15 years.

So girls stopped looking at you?

You just dig now?

- I don't know. - Come on.

Good morning!

You're going to the office?

Yes.

It's not Wednesday.

I'm going back full-time.

Did they ask you to?

No. I just figured, why not?

Gets me out of the house.

It'll be good for you too. Gives you a bit of space.

Yeah, it's a good idea.

You? Big day?

JEAN MICHEL PAINTER

Wait, not the breasts.

I love your breasts.

Yeah, but I'm making connections,

thinking you must be happy your wife stopped breastfeeding.

Violette? How did you...

- Hi. Can you hear me? - Yeah.

I'm not bothering you?

No, it's all good.

You stopped breastfeeding.

Yeah, it was tricky with daycare.

I wish you had told me, but it's OK.

OK. I thought you knew.

No.

Is that a problem?

No, no problem. It's your body. Do what you want.

But she's my daughter too.

When it concerns her, I want to know.

OK?

Yes, sorry. I should have told you.

I gotta go. I'm busy.

Doing what? The baby's in daycare.

Yeah, and I just stare at the ceiling when she's gone.

So, are we gonna have sex, or are you going home?

My desk is...

a little messy.

I was on vacation.

Are you a teacher?

No, a translator.

That's a nice job.

It is.

You've got some good stuff here.

Oh yeah?

I studied literature.

Yeah, I even did a master's.

No regrets.

I didn't say anything.

Everyone asks, that's why.

And do you still read a lot?

Less than before, but I still write a little poetry.

- Poetry? - Yes.

Like, poems?

Yes, poems.

Thanks.

Why?

Why not?

No, but what's the point?

There isn't one.

And you do it anyway.

I do it because I like it.

Makes sense.

I make my own bread.

I could buy it at the grocery store, but I like doing it.

A painter-poet who makes his own bread.

Can I help you?

No need.

I actually like cleaning.

But isn't that why you hired me?

Yeah. I think I was just tired of doing it alone.

I'll lather, you scrub?

Sure.

I'll do the other side.

OK.

You're good at this.

You too!

Thanks.

We'll have to tidy up if you want it painted.

I know!

I should have done it before calling.

And I have a bunch of books to get rid of. I'm so sorry.

Don't apologize. I can help.

Don't have to pay me, but I take some books in exchange?

Seriously?

Yeah. What?

Well, that's nice of you.

I'm a nice guy.

Hi, everyone!

Last Zoom of the day.

Your mic is off.

It's fine.

I started reading by Catherine Dorion.

She thinks that collectively, we're lacking sex.

Not just intercourse, but...

She calls it "sexual energy."

It's what makes people want to come together and change the world.

And she says that apart from the orgasm,

there are infinite kinds of pleasure we can experience together as humans,

and that we just have to give in and let ourselves be swept up in it.

Infinite kinds of pleasure.

Infinite kinds. That's...

That's a lot.

It's a lot, yeah.

I feel like I'm often at odds with that.

Well, yeah.

I feel like I'm at odds with a lot of things.

Maybe we should just stick to the basics.

Like, basic sexual energy.

We have to start somewhere.

Hey, honey!

I'm barbecuing.

Oh yeah?

Smells good.

Careful!

What are you doing?

Playing.

Yeah, but I'm barbecuing.

No, Mom!

You're gonna get hurt. I'm too strong for you.

David, want a beer?

Got any alcohol-free beer?

I can't digest alcohol these days.

Digesting it is not the point.

It's just that with the antidepressants...

Hey, they really work, huh?

Of course they do.

- You take them? - Sell them.

Oh, bravo!

I often have samples, by the way.

Oh yeah?

Zoloft, Ativan, Xanax.

They help me sleep.

Interesting. I was OK with the antidepressants.

Then I tried sedatives for flying, and it was even better.

- Depends on the dose. - Jessica!

Want a beer?

Did you say "beer"?

I'm just saying the greenhouse benefits us all,

but people make decisions based on their own needs.

Like, they want basil, but they don't want to grow it.

Yes.

And I know it's not easy to ask yourself:

"Is this good for me or is it good for everyone?"

Once, I forgot to bring bags to the store.

So I could either go home to get my bags

or buy even more goddamn bags at the store.

I didn't know what was the more eco-friendly choice.

I had a panic attack.

I left my basket there and went home wondering

why the hell I spend my days thinking about bags

instead of, I don't know, reading Simone de Beauvoir.

You just pay, put the groceries in your cart,

empty it in your car.

No need for bags.

My point is the more I accept the futility of my life,

the more I love being alive.

Or, the less I care about bags, the more I wanna fuck.

I still got a bit of shoveling in me, so I'm off.

Me too.

Not me!

Working is too hard

And stealing ain't right

Begging for charity

Is something I just can't do

Pénélope, you don't sing?

- I can see you sing. - I don't sing.

I see your little lips move.

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No, it doesn't make sense.

I don't know.

Didn't you say it was clogged?

It was clogged, then it started leaking.

Leaking.

I know not everyone is a plumber, but it's not rocket science.

A pipe isn't a mystery.

It's a cylinder for liquid to flow through.

Yeah, water.

Yes, water for one.

So anyone with a brain can see that hitting the pipe won't unclog it.

Do you understand?

Yeah, definitely.

Want me to run the water so you can see where the leak is?

No, no.

I could just...

Yeah, maybe just a little. Just a little water.

- Like that? - Yeah, that's perfect.

That OK?

Yeah, that's good.

Want me to stop?

No, that was perfect.

Like that?

No, that's good.

That's enough, stop.

Oh my God.

Oh my God, I'm so sorry. It...

Oh, it's all wet.

You're a little jester, huh?

I don't know.

You don't know?

Do you ever wonder what would happen if I left my wife?

No.

I do.

Did I say we'd be together if you were single?

No. I mean, not like that.

Phew.

I say things without thinking when I cum.

But if I left my wife, we'd be together?

If you want.

I don't get your reaction.

I didn't react.

Yeah, it's like you don't care.

We could be together. But I'm not in love with you.

What are you talking about?

We're crazy about each other.

I don't find you attractive.

But you turn me on.

Fucking an ugly guy turns me on.

I imagine you're a disgusting brute.

At first, I don't want to fuck you.

But I have no choice.

And I'm so horny, I get turned on and cum anyway.

We never talked about that.

Of course not.

I would have liked to know.

No need. I can do it alone in my head.

But we're on totally different wavelengths.

What does it change?

Everything!

I'm making love to you.

I'm with you 100%. I want you.

Yeah, but that's normal.

I'm hotter than you.

I feel sick.

It's OK.

I love sleeping with you.

Because I disgust you.

You'd rather be some hot guy I don't wanna fuck?

I'm glad I came home early.

Yeah, it's a nice surprise.

And it's nice to go out just the two of us.

THE ANGELS OF EXTERMINATION

Should we get a drink?

If you want, sure.

We could get a cocktail.

We never get cocktails.

Yeah.

Yeah, a cocktail.

I like cocktails.

Hey, hello!

Hi.

This is the exterminator I called.

Oh, the exterminator, yeah.

We called you about a follow-up.

Yeah. That won't be necessary.

It's free.

The problem is solved.

It's still a good idea to follow-up.

I'd be happy to do it, anyway.

It's free.

- See you. - Bye.

You OK?

Yes.

Did his visit go OK?

Yeah.

Did he find anything?

No.

You're acting weird.

No.

You're a pretty woman, home alone.

A bit vulnerable.

You'd tell me if he did something?

I'm not vulnerable.

Nice drill!

It's not stolen?

No.

I don't buy stolen goods.

My buddy Mick had his trailer robbed last week.

Bunch of rats!

By the way, your sweater's unbuttoned.

It's the style. It's low cut.

More than low cut.

It's just low cut.

The other day at the grocery store, I saw a girl in a sports bra and leggings.

Maybe she had been working out.

Her workout was over.

She was buying cucumbers.

I'll transfer the money, ma'am.

Call me Florence.

I don't know how to say this, ma'am,

but when a woman flaunts her boobs, and I can't look,

I don't get too familiar.

Who said I didn't want you to look at my boobs?

I know what's happening. Olivia told me.

Who?

Olivia, Mick's girlfriend.

She says women can dress however they want,

but it doesn't mean we're allowed to look.

That's my transfer.

The password is "drill".

I'm curious. How does Olivia decide which men are allowed to look at her?

Well, it has to be guys she'd initiate contact with.

OK, guys she's into.

Yeah.

That's not very nice.

She explained that too.

Girls don't have to be nice. They don't owe us anything.

Yeah, but discriminating...

You know the poor guy who doesn't have the warmth of a woman's touch,

if you show some skin, and he's not allowed to look,

it's not very Christian.

Yeah, well, I'm not very religious.

OK, generous, then.

It's not her problem.

The transfer must have sent.

I didn't get it.

I'll try again.

Are you allowed to look at Olivia?

She's Mick's girlfriend.

She chose to be with Mick,

so she just wants Mick to look at her.

That's no fun for her.

It's fine!

Maybe Olivia doesn't wanna be the good girl she's told to be.

No one's telling Olivia to be anything.

'Cause your whole no-looking thing is more 1950s than peace and love.

I swear, if your drill wasn't ridiculously cheap,

I'd be long gone.

That's my transfer. I heard it.

Just look at me.

Simple as that.

OK, I'm looking. Is that what you want?

You want sex?

I'll give you sex, no problem.

You know what?

Forget it.

I'm gonna keep my drill.

Crazy bitch.

Hi, Florence.

Violette? You coming?

Did you know monogamy isn't natural?

Apparently, it was invented.

Invented by who?

I don't know.

I just know it was invented.

What does that change?

That it's not natural, that...

maybe it's harder for some people to be monogamous,

because it's not...

yeah, it's not natural.

What are we talking about?

Nothing.

Look, who cares if monogamy is natural or not?

We're in it.

I know that since we had the baby, it's been...

It's been hard, but...

we'll make it.

We'll roll up our sleeves.

- Vivi? - What?

Have you seen my fishing gear?

No, why?

I'd like to camp when I'm on the road.

Good idea.

Instead of bumming around in hotels with co-workers.

Actually, Benoît, I sold it on Kijiji.

Excuse me?

You hadn't used it in six years.

But it's my gear!

And what's my guitar doing there?

Nothing.

Nothing?

- No, nothing. - Vivi...

Someone's coming to get it tomorrow.

You're selling my guitar?

What's your problem?

You can't play, Benoît.

I can have a guitar even if I can't play!

Do I still live here?

You're never here. You work all the time.

We agreed you'd take the parental leave.

But I'm always alone with the baby.

You take every contract on the road, Benoît.

Like, all of them. You never miss one.

- I'm working! - Yeah.

Well, I started to wonder: "Does he still live here?

Is he gonna leave for good?"

Is that what you want?

I'm sorry.

It's OK. She's gone now.

I'm so sorry.

What was the hamster doing in the closet?

I forgot it there.

But why was it there to begin with?

It was temporary.

But why?

I was tired of seeing it in the living room.

- What the fuck, Florence? - I'm sorry, my love.

I'm sorry.

Why aren't you ever happy to be here?

Is that what you think?

Sometimes.

I'm sorry.

Sometimes...

it's as if you don't like being my mom.

Honestly.

It's my favorite thing in the world.

You're good.

Sing with me.

You're good.

It's good. It's good, but you're good. Really.

Yeah, really.

I did, what, four, five?

Minimum.

- She said I can't play. - Come on.

Relax, girl.

Whoa, relax.

And why do you have to be good at guitar to be allowed to play?

- I work constantly. - Yeah.

OK? Someday, I'll work less.

I'll play more guitar.

Yeah. There's no rush to live your life.

You've got time.

So, relax.

So...

that's it.

I didn't have much help, apart from Jessica.

Thank you, Jessica.

Still, it's more than a parking spot would have given us.

OK. Can we vote on it?

Well, can we start deciding what we'll do with the space?

We can't just abandon the greenhouse.

But it's not working.

You know what doesn't work? Chaos.

That's what doesn't work.

What does that have to do with this?

OK, just shut up.

Can you do that?

OK? We've had it.

How would it work?

We'd do shared custody with a baby?

I guess so.

It's not easy, but people do it.

I judged my parents for staying together for us.

I just didn't get it.

They were just trying to do the right thing.

Yeah. We get obsessed with doing the right thing.

Doing what's right. Making good choices.

It's like there's no good choice.

Even if there was,

you can't live your life like there's some reward at the end.

No one's gonna give us a medal for doing the right thing or being nice.

Live from the Bell Centre,

it's the Tampa Bay Lightning versus the Montreal Canadiens.

Hey, Marc. How's it going?

This is the corporate box?

Go on, take my seat.

What?

Take my seat. It's better.

Seriously?

Yeah.

A better seat?

Hi. David.

Hey. Éli.

Beautiful, isn't it? Virility in sports.

It is beautiful.

By beautiful, you mean you think it's ugly?

Madam likes ugly things.

Oh yeah? Makes sense.

The history of art is riddled with people making the ugly beautiful.

Yeah, thanks.

You're welcome.

In our sterile world, it's normal to be attracted to something dirty.

Dirty now. Great.

Did you come up with that?

- You're cute. - He's taken.

- What? - You're taken.

Yeah, but in an open relationship.

An open relationship?

My girlfriend sleeps with other men.

You're a cuckold.

No. I just stopped acting like she was my property.

Thanks. Oh, come on!

What?

Enough of your nonsense. Stop reinventing the couple.

Who exactly are you mad at?

You do look mad.

Here.

Want an Ativan?

If your open relationship was working, you wouldn't take so many pills.

What's crazy is I need them to accept that my girlfriend sleeps with other men.

And what's crazy is that nowadays, I don't love her like...

I love her like you love a plant.

Then leave her.

Or you could just sleep with other girls.

I could, yeah.

Yeah...

No, I don't want to break up the family.

So you'll take antidepressants your whole life?

Why not?

Look at the '70s and '80s.

Women took pills for their nerves, drank afternoon peach schnapps,

just to endure their conditions as housewives.

Why not take antidepressants to keep my family together?

That's crazy.

She takes care of everything.

She even had cable installed.

So?

She slept with the cable guy.

Yes. Yes.

But it's fine. She had a guy fix the tile in the shower.

She's selling stuff on Kijiji.

Old tools, my hockey stuff...

It's great. We have less clutter and more cash.

She's selling stuff on Kijiji?

You OK? You don't look so good.

Why sing when there's so much to do?

Why waste time before this garden view?

The precious time of those inclined

To find someone to sell to

I lost it

Sold a bit

You have to make yourself heard

He was fine, then...

bam, he fell.

I think it's a cry for help.

Stop.

What? You don't know how many pills he took.

Neither do you.

Yeah, but I feel things.

You don't even know him.

But after we kissed, he got all sad.

It was like...

What?

No, it's fine. They're in an open relationship.

David said that?

Yes.

So you two work together?

Yeah. We work together.

We often travel together.

For David Sabourin.

Yes, that's me. I'm his partner.

He's doing well.

We're not concerned about his state.

Thank God.

But his depression had worsened?

David isn't depressed.

We found citalopram and Ativan in his pockets.

He had also been drinking.

It may not be a suicide attempt, but it's an obvious cry for help.

He'll have to be monitored.

Thanks for the lift.

It's really nice of you.

No worries.

I hate taking Ubers. So awkward.

OK if I leave you on the corner?

Would you mind going around, please?

I don't want to lose you.

I don't want to lose what we have either.

David.

David.

Imagine we're dead.

Cool.

And we see our lives like they were someone else's.

Yeah.

Think we'd get why we hate each other so much sometimes?

No.

Me neither.

I'll get the apartment ready and come get you tomorrow. OK?

I love you, Mom.

I love you too.

Take care, OK?

You too.

Bye, Mom.

Soccer?

Thank you.

Where are we going exactly?

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