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You want us to sleep with Michaella?

Why not?

For many reasons.

First, you're in a monogamous relationship with me.

And it was great, but can't we shake things up?

Of course.

But tell me...

Is this a fantasy

or something you already discussed in bed together?

Even though you swore it was over?

Mea culpa.

I shouldn't have, but Micha loves you.

Plus, she thinks you're very sexy.

Why say it like it's great news for me?

Because it could be, if we become a throuple.

You have to admit, our chemistry...

OK.

Maybe our chemistry is a bit off,

but I doubt a throuple

is the best way to save our relationship.

Don't you think you're being a little prude?

I might be losing it,

but I don't remember ever telling you

I fancied myself bisexual.

But sexual fluidity's everywhere now!

What's the harm in trying?

Renaud!

Before you crown yourself king of modern sexuality,

just admit you want to sleep around.

Don't get all worked up!

OK, fine. If I suggested a threesome

with your friend Djamil

so you could get to know another penis, what would you say?

I'd certainly consider it.

- You're such a liar! - There it is.

I'm no idiot.

If you're trying to tell me you don't love me anymore,

then just say it! Be honest, I can take it!

Anna...

Renaud, what's wrong? Honey, are you OK?

My God! Renaud!

Breathe! Someone call 911!

Renaud!

Honey! Talk to me!

6 MONTHS LATER...

Are you OK?

Yes.

Almost nine years of my life.

So many memories...

I'm sorry Dad never updated his will.

It's OK.

Six months is generous of you.

My teaching salary wouldn't have gotten me far!

- Forget anything? - No, I already checked.

My whole life's in the entryway.

Can I call you a cab?

Give me a moment to say goodbye to Paris?

ANNA COMES HOME

MONTREAL

- Passengers on Flight 243 arriving from Orly,

please proceed to arrival gate three.

Hello!

Take off your sunglasses, please.

Of course.

- Passengers on Flight 218 to New York,

please proceed to boarding gate four.

- Where are you arriving from? - Paris.

When did you leave Canada?

Almost 10 years ago.

Ten years?

Yes. A long detour for a grand return!

I'm a little nervous, actually.

What was the reason for your departure, Ms. Brodeur?

There wasn't just one, I had many reasons.

I needed a change.

A bad breakup.

Show me a good one.

Indeed.

I'm sorry, but as a Canadian citizen,

don't I have the right to come and go as I please?

Yes, but it's my job to make sure

your extended absence isn't due to suspicious activities

or legal problems.

That's the tone

of someone taking their job very seriously.

But I promise, I have nothing to hide.

You can go through my luggage if you don't believe me.

Although, I'd prefer if it didn't come to that...

Present this when you leave.

Thank you.

Hi, Mr. Dubois, this is Anna Brodeur.

I'm renting your apartment for two months.

I realize it's not the Ritz,

but the ad said internet was included.

I can't connect with my French phone,

so it's a little hard to send out my CV

or get settled now that I've returned to Canada.

Not to mention the electrical issue in the kitchen,

which limits my options for cooking.

Nor will I mention the lack of cleanliness

because I don't want to appear difficult...

And the water heater, may it rest in peace.

If you could get someone in here to fix everything

before the end of the day, I'd appreciate it.

Thank you!

Catch you later! Bye!

Did I wake you?

Didn't we agree to turn off our phones?

Yeah, but that was last night. I just turned it back on.

The idea was to...

Spend quality time together.

Pat, we made love.

I asked you tons of questions...

I'm happy. Aren't you?

Of course. It was "sick", as you say.

It's just that after five months,

I'm ready to move on

to the next level.

OK.

Isn't that what's going on?

I've slept here for the past five nights.

I don't need Grindr to alert me

if there are any hot guys in a five miles radius.

OK, so you want to know...?

I'm ready to delete the app, but...

OK.

So you want to be a little more exclusive.

Without the "little".

And transparent.

OK, forget it.

Hey! Look, I want to.

Étienne, I don't want you to tell me what I want to hear.

I want you to want to. - I do.

Look... I wasn't on Grindr.

I was on Tinder.

Tinder? What were you doing?

I'm bi.

Since when?

Since... forever.

And you never told me?

We're in an open relationship.

It doesn't make a difference to me.

I choose who I want to sleep with,

and I choose you.

Hey...

Aren't you going to say something?

Ah, fuck!

"Shut your mouth" isn't hard to understand!

Pat?

I'M ASHAMED TO BE A QUEBECER.

Trending on X this morning:

"Quebec's most depressing singer

spits on the province that showers her with grants."

Same on Insta!

Romane is in rehearsal and unavailable for interviews...

Not at all. It was taken out of context,

unfortunately, but I'll keep you posted!

I turn off my phone once all year

and wake up to a scandal, courtesy of Romane!

We're already on it!

"I'm ashamed to be a Quebecer." Where'd she say it?

On Baltazar's radio show last night.

She trashed Quebec on live French radio?

Oops!

Florence Bazin just reposted Romane's quote,

it's up to 12,000 likes.

We have to delete her accounts.

- She won't listen! - Who cares?

I don't have her passwords!

Did you try to stop her during the interview?

It was live, and I wasn't with her.

We always accompany our freshmen in interviews.

Especially Romane!

It was at 2 a.m.! On Zoom!

Plus, it's not like I can hide in her mouth

to monitor what she says in real time.

Of course you can! You wave your arms, glare at her,

kick her, whatever it takes to keep her away from hot topics.

Romane is her own worst enemy!

Pat?

Yeah, yeah!

RESPECT YOUR COLLEAGUES

I want a good work environment too,

but our star client is her own worst enemy

because she's unpredictable and overemotional.

You should've been with her!

- Fine! - Oh, my god!

Did you hear Romane on Baltazar? Ah!

What did you think, Alex?

A+ for guts and honesty.

What about for ticket sales?

It's gonna be her most intimate show.

Don't say "gonna."

Get me the full tape.

Already in everyone's inbox.

That's cold!

OK...

Goddamn!

OK...

Érika, heard from Romane yet?

Nope, and her voicemail's full.

I won't even say what I've seen since yesterday.

It's out of control. I muted myself for 10 minutes!

Romane's not granting interviews at the moment,

but I'll tell Patrick you insist.

Thanks, bye.

- Hello. - One second.

May I help you?

I'd like to see Patrick. Is he in today?

Yes, but he's allergic to walk-ins.

Of course.

Tell him his wife is here.

Seriously? Patrick's into girls?

We've known each other a long time. He'll understand.

If you say so.

Hi, Pat?

Your wife is at the front desk.

Should I let her in, or...

Pat?

Hello?

Husband.

Wife.

I should've called.

What brings you back after 10 years?

What brings me back? Uh...

The fact that my life didn't turn out

the way I thought it would.

That's how I'd put it.

You still smell good.

Vetiver by Guerlain.

Thanks for seeing me.

Ten years is a pretty long time.

I know I hurt you.

I wasn't hurt, I was blindsided!

I know the breakup was hard, but you just disappeared.

No warning, no address, no goodbye?

It wasn't an ordinary breakup.

You didn't answer any of my messages.

I even went to see your mom,

but she didn't even know you'd left.

Then at a première six years ago,

I heard you might be living in Europe.

That's it.

I want to take you to dinner. Whenever you want.

So we can catch up, so I can explain...

Of course, you can say no.

I'd understand if you moved on.

You made it, Pat!

I saw the moment I walked in.

The staff, the office, wow!

What do you want, Anna?

To apologize.

To explain.

It better be a good fucking apology

if you expect me to forgive you.

Seems intense with her husband.

Patrick's married?

It's hard to explain a broken heart to a shrink

when you have no clue why the person

you think of as a sister,

who you'd have given your own kidney,

completely ghosted you.

I think that's why she retired early,

I talked about you too much!

I get it.

The only way I could get over

it was to convince myself you'd died.

It's gotta be cancer!

- Cancer? - It sure is!

Go ahead, take it. I'm sorry I bothered you.

Go, go, go!

Hello?

So after yesterday's taping,

a girl I kind of dated last year is back in the picture...

Can you clarify "kind of dated"?

Yeah. I slept with her a few times

before I realized she's a fucking psycho.

- Antoine! - Seriously...

I started doubting her emotional stability,

but then I realized she was just a groupie.

So why is she back in your life?

To suggest that our actions might have consequences...

Don't tell me there's a little Antoine out there somewhere!

Technically, since I wasn't wearing a condom,

there could be.

Did you ask her directly?

No, but she hinted that he looks like me.

A lot.

So, yeah. What would you do?

Listen, I've got a few things to take care of.

Let's have breakfast tomorrow and talk strategy.

- OK. - Good?

Great. Can't wait.

- OK, bye! - Bye!

Look!

Oh, my God!

IT'S OVER. ANTOINE GIRARD AND ANNA BRODEUR ARE SPLITTING UP.

Patrick's friend is Antoine Girard's ex!

Our Antoine?

Do we represent another Antoine Girard?

"After seven years together,

the couple's decided to end things."

"She's also a screenwriter.

She wrote a sitcom called Ironic and...

A bit hit. She won some Gémeaux,

and Antoine was in the show. That's how they met.

Oh, my God. Oh, my fucking God!

- What? - Sending it now.

- Virgule! Virgule!

- The silence was such music to my ears.

- You haven't talked to me in three days!

- La, la, la, I can't hear you!

I can't hear you! I can't hear you!

That's enough, Virgule! Enough!

Right...

You hid your illustrious past from us?

Had I known...

With Romane and everything else,

isn't there enough going on?

Let's go!

I just heard from Romane.

She thinks we're overreacting and wants to stay in her bubble.

- You spoke to her? - No, it was a text.

OK, I'm calling.

- I'm not available at the moment.

For interviews, contact PBLD.

She and her goddamn bubble!

Your wife left this.

4643 HIRONDELLES STREET

Alain, I paid $5,000 for two months' rent!

You'd better take care of things

if you want to keep those stars, because...

Oh, baby!

Shut up!

- When I fly to the moon,

I'll keep you in my heart.

We'll never be apart, Virgule.

- Do you promise, Boris?

- I promise.

- Boris? - Yes?

- You're my best friend.

- No, you're my best friend!

- No, you're mine.

- No, you're mine!

- Goodnight! - Goodnight!

Did you see what I just sent?

No, what?

Not Bazin!

- I nearly fell off my chair

when I heard the interview Romane B.

gave yesterday morning to our French cousins.

While the rest of us were fast asleep,

the leftist firebrand who has received countless grants

and funding from the Quebec government gave

a cri de coeur on French airwaves.

- I'm ashamed to be a Quebecer! When I see how much time

we waste being stuck in the past, it makes me sick.

- Hear that? We make her sick, ladies and gentlemen!

- Great. - Want me to go see Romane?

- Let me go

If you still love me

For the woman I am

Who wanted to love you forever

Let me go

And maybe one day

I might need you like before

To come rescue me

- Hello. - To what do I owe the pleasure?

I'm sorry to bother you. Can we talk?

Sure, let's take fifteen.

Yes.

Thanks.

You're hard to get a hold of.

You know I'm always like that when I'm rehearsing.

Yeah, well... Florence Bazin talked about your interview

on her show this morning, and it's all over the news.

Everyone's talking about your statement.

- My statement? - That you're ashamed of Quebec.

I didn't say that! I mean I did, but it was in context...

That's not how Florence is presenting it.

Who cares? She's a drama queen.

You can say that, but the reality--

It's all bullshit!

Look, I'm paying you to manage the noise,

not for you come stress me out during rehearsal.

Did you listen to it? - Of course I did.

OK, well it didn't come out of nowhere!

We're not taking care of the planet--

instead, we're buying SUVs.

Our health care system is failing,

our schools are falling apart.

That's why I'm ashamed.

I love Quebec, and I want us to be better.

I get it, and that's great.

But most people won't listen to the whole interview,

so what they're hearing is that you're ashamed to be a Quebecer.

Then it's just a media game.

I think you should be defending me.

That's what we're doing!

But I think it's time you step out of your bubble

and make a statement to set the record straight.

No way! I'm not going to stoop to Bazin's level.

Write up a press release and fuck her.

My fans are smart enough to get it.

You weren't expecting me.

My landlord, but...

I need you! - What?

- Come on! Hurry! - What for?

Thanks.

I wanted to disinfect everything,

but there's no hot water

and I'm trying to protect my skin as much as possible.

- Know what you need? - What?

A flamethrower.

Can't you go to your mom's place?

No. My mental health isn't up to dealing with Monique.

Yeah. This is the best you could find?

I didn't exactly strike it rich in 10 years.

Why didn't you say anything earlier?

The timing wasn't right?

How long do you plan to stew in this dump?

Two months. Until I get back on my feet.

Get your things.

Let's go!

You have all this to yourself?

I'm seeing someone...

Does this "someone" have a name and age?

Étienne... in his thirties.

Late or early?

When I was younger, I had a thing for 30-year-olds.

Nothing's changed!

Are you in love?

I find that a loaded word.

We've been together five months.

It's going well, but there are things to discuss.

Communication is so important.

That's rich... coming from you.

Wow!

I'm not the only one hiding things.

Are you a father?

What's going on?

You wanted to be transparent.

This is Téo, my son.

Hi, Téo! I'm Anna.

- Hello. - Hi.

Hi.

Since when do you have a son?

I'm six!

- Watch out! - ...for the paint!

- I made it for you! - It's a gift.

It's beautiful, Téo.

What do you say?

Thank you!

- So you're bi and a father... - Hey!

- Any mistresses? - Whoa!

Working for Mossad?

You said you didn't like kids.

That's no reason to hide him!

Oh, so now I'm being too transparent?

Come on, Téo.

Let's leave Patrick with his friend Anna.

- Bye, boys! - Bye!

Sure, leave my place a mess.

I think I need a drink. - Just one?

That's my wife.

Cheers!

I know it was a shock,

but weren't you a bit frosty back there?

Do you realize what he hid from me?

That's the theme of my week:

first my client, then you, and now my boyfriend.

If I'd known about the kid, I never would've kept seeing him.

I think he's smart.

He liked you, so he wove his web.

Now you're head over heels and have to open your heart...

Don't romance me! We had a deal!

- What was the deal? - To limit our exposure to STIs.

I can't date a guy with an eight-year-old.

- He's six. - It used to be that

when a guy said he was bi, he couldn't accept being gay.

Nobody says that anymore.

I know. We say "fluid".

What bothers you? The fact that he's slept

with other people, or that they've been girls?

It bugs me that he's attracted to women.

Ah.

I gotta get back to the office.

My boyfriend was sleeping with other girls too.

You can't say that now! I'm leaving!

Think of it as a teaser.

- Will you be OK? - Sure.

I'll take any house without a mouse!

- Wow! - Yeah.

If by some miracle

I'm sleeping when you get back, don't wake me.

- Still an insomniac? - Big time.

There's melatonin in my nightstand drawer.

It'd take a baseball bat, believe me.

That is funny.

- Bye! - Bye.

- Tout le monde en parle wants her on the show.

- What did you say? - No, for now.

What? We can't force her, she'll kill us.

Think about all the clients who never get an invitation.

You've never thought about dropping her?

Never. When you take on a client,

it's for better or for worse. Usually for worse.

- What if she killed someone? - Stop!

Don't give her any ideas.

Where's the baseball bat?

MOLOTOV COCKTAILS

EPISODE 1 BY ANNA BRODEUR

What's up, Antoine?

- Why aren't you answering? I'm ringing like an idiot!

I'm already at work.

It's 8 a.m., what are you doing there?

I thought breakfast was at your place.

Uh, no... Can you come to the office?

Why? What's your deal?

Antoine, get in the fucking car right now!

Antoine?

You can't be here.

Well... I am.

- Antoine? What's going on?

You haven't changed.

You're still a good liar.

- Antoine? Hello? Antoine?

But...

- Antoine?

- What? - I need...

- Hey!

I need to tell you something.

I'm listening.

Antoine? What's going on?

I just saw Anna.

What did she say?

That she has something to tell me.

Do you know what it is? - No clue!

Do you think she still loves me?

Ah, shit...

Any pain? - No, I'm OK.

How long have we been waiting, two days?

Want me to do my Shirley MacLaine imitation

for the nurses?

Seriously, we can go home. I'm fine.

No. I want you to see a doctor.

I'm not any richer than yesterday, Pat.

Stop! I'll take care of it!

I appreciate the generosity, but look:

My name is Anna Brodeur.

My nose, my ears.

I can move my arms this way and this way... Look!

Enough, enough! Have a seat, Ms. Brodeur.

Let me show you something.

That's you, crumpled on the floor.

You didn't move for six minutes.

Do you know how long that is when you're wondering

if your friend is still breathing?

I bet the jet lag helped.

I'm sorry I worried you, OK?

Ask me if I'm OK with letting you leave

without seeing a doctor.

I think I should see a doctor.

You're so annoying.

You told Antoine you had something to say?

I did.

What was it?

Well, I... it was...

I wanted to say I was surprised to see him.

And that it had been 10 years.

And the way our breakup, well, how he dumped me...

Will you get to the point?

It's like you're hiding something from me too.

- Anna Brodeur, room eight.

- OK! I'm good to go alone. - Are you sure?

Would you like to come with me?

Yes.

- Name? - Anna Brodeur.

- Age? - Forty-one.

- What? - Forty-six.

Do you know what happened?

I blacked out.

After seeing her ex who she hadn't seen in 10 years.

She was unconscious for six minutes!

The length isn't that important,

as long as she's coherent.

Your ex still does that to you after 10 years?

No! I moved on with my life.

Six months ago I was having a drink with my partner

when he collapsed in front of me and died.

What? Died like... died?

Maybe the jet lag caused the episode?

It wasn't an episode, you fainted!

And you can't blame everything on jet lag!

It's been a very emotional few days!

Have you ever had a panic attack?

- Yes. - Yes.

But that's not what this was. Can I go now?

I'm not worried,

but I want to run tests as a precaution.

We've been here 12 hours already!

She'll be happy to run tests so I can sleep at night.

I'll see you when the results come in.

Uh-huh.

- Thank you. - Thank you!

Your boyfriend died and you didn't think to tell me?

Five minutes before he died,

he said he was still cheating on me

and suggested a throuple with her.

It wasn't the first thing I wanted to tell you.

OK, sure. That explains why you're back,

but not the ten-year silence.

Pat... if I tell you my secret,

its poison could spread and infect you.

I don't think that's what you want.

Did you kill someone?

Come on, you didn't! - Not exactly.

- Ms. Brodeur? - What?

ÉRIKA: ROMANE JUST TOLD OFF FLORENCE BAZIN ON X.

- Thanks. - $2,700?

Shit! I knew I was fine!

Stop! The important thing is we'll sleep better.

I'll pay you back once I get back on my feet...

whenever that is...

What you wanted to tell Antoine

isn't related to your boyfriend dying, is it?

No.

So the secret that would poison me

is about something else?

Yes.

- Do I have to guess? - No.

I want to tell you, but I'm not ready.

OK. Thanks.

In that case, let's go!

Come on, wife!

What does this remind you of?

After finals, when we'd leave the bar

for eggs, bacon, and beans at Madame Saindoux?

How about it? I could go for a truck.

- They still make them? - Of course!

We just need a little mood music.

Check it!

- Let me go

If you still love me

For the woman I am

Who wanted to love you forever

Let me go

And maybe one day

I might need you like before

To come rescue me

I had a daughter named Anna Brodeur,

but I haven't seen her in 10 years.

Do you need me to identify the body?

No need.

I think she's looking forward to seeing you.