Original subtitles

- Where are you arriving from? - Paris.

A long detour for a grand return!

Husband! - Wife!

You just disappeared. Ten years is a pretty long time.

Patrick's friend is Antoine Girard's ex!

Our Antoine?

It wasn't an ordinary breakup.

So you want to be a little more exclusive.

And transparent.

Another scandal, courtesy of Romane!

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

On Baltazar's radio show last night.

This is Téo, my son.

- Since when do you have a son? - I'm six!

Six months ago I was having a drink with my partner

when he collapsed in front of me and died.

What? Died like... died?

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

Technically, since I wasn't wearing a condom,

there could be.

- I need to tell you something. - I'm listening.

Your ex still does that to you after 10 years?

If I tell you my secret,

its poison could spread and infect you.

Tell me you didn't kill anyone.

- Not exactly. - Ms. Brodeur?

- Hello! - Hi! How was your day?

Good! I applied to be a substitute teacher.

You haven't mentioned the screenwriting yet.

Because there's nothing to say.

You haven't written anything in 10 years?

I had a few ideas, but nothing good.

Ten years is a long time to rebuild confidence.

When I left, I needed to try something new.

Turns out, I liked it. I don't miss the pressure.

If you feel like trying something other than teaching

with some pressure but great colleagues,

I'm looking for an assistant project coordinator.

If you want it, it's yours.

What does an assistant project coordinator even do?

Whatever my juniors don't want to do!

OK... but I don't feel very connected to the industry.

Or to Montreal.

That's why senior accounts manager is off the table.

That's very generous, Pat,

but it might be a bad idea for me to work here.

- Because of Antoine? - Well...

Anna... you broke up 10 years ago!

You told me how hard it was to lose Renaud.

Seeing Antoine for a minute shouldn't do this to you.

If it does, you should see someone.

I probably should...

but some things we can't change.

Like what?

Remember what I told you in the hospital?

The poison that would spread to you?

I'm warning you, there's a before and an after.

You might never want to talk to me again.

Oh, come on! Shoot!

Do you remember

the fire that burned Antoine's Mercedes?

Of course I do, he was a mess!

His Mercedes, like he'd lost a family member.

Anna! You didn't...

I went out in pyjamas

to grab a jumbo bag of cheese curls

and saw them on the magazine rack:

Antoine and Rachel.

"With Rachel, I live life in the fast lane."

I don't know if it was the headline

or their goddamn smiles, but I lost it.

I went to Chat Blanc on Notre-Dame.

That place is a dump!

When you lose it...

After my second scotch,

I agreed to play pool with the guy next to me.

Rachel the cunt, bank shot, in the pocket!

Antoine the fucker, in the corner.

After my fourth scotch, I started talking.

Blah blah blah, her, her, her, him, him, him.

He'd cheated on me before, I'm no idiot!

I know that if he's not talking about her,

it's because he's fucking her.

I know you assholes, I know how you work!

She'll be the one holding his hand when he shifts...

I fucking hate him, but I love him.

But I hate him!

Then he goes, "I can take care of it for cheap."

Anna! The whole house burned down!

I know.

I freaked when I found out.

Turns out I had to tell him

not to torch the car if it was in the garage.

Three days later, I was on a plane to Paris.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because we weren't talking as much.

You were sick of the drama with Antoine,

you'd just opened the agency,

and your gonorrhea was taking up a lot of space.

What? Fine, you're right.

I should've called to explain,

I should've told Antoine,

but now I'm back.

I have to fix it.

I'll talk to Antoine and go to the cops.

I have no choice. - Whoa!

That's a drastic solution.

Pat, the house was worth $1.2M.

I committed a crime!

If you go to the cops, they could arrest you!

That's possible, yes.

I just got you back. I can't let you do that now.

I didn't say I wanted to.

On the bright side, it was forever ago.

Nobody died. The insurance paid out.

Antoine has a new house, and he's on his fifth Mercedes.

Unlike you, he's moved on.

So apart

from your huge error of judgment,

only the insurance company loses.

And who cares about them?

You're really good with words, but...

From now on, it'll be our secret

and we'll take it to the grave.

It's a heavy burden.

I can handle it, I bench 300.

Fine, 200.

I don't want you to sacrifice everything

for one dumb mistake.

It's over. It's behind you, OK?

ANNA COMES HOME

INCOMING CALL MASSAGE THERAPIST

Hello?

I thought you were going to call.

It's 6:30!

- I left two messages.

I'm in a relationship.

I need time to deal with it.

Deal with it?

What do you want? Money?

Fuck you, you hypocrite!

Wow! Very mature.

I felt guilty for not telling you about your 13-month-old son,

considering he lives in the same city.

I thought he deserved to meet his father,

but wow, was I wrong!

What's going on?

Scheduling mixup.

Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.

TO ÉTIENNE: WANT TO TALK ABOUT YOUR SON...

TO ÉTIENNE: WANT TO TALK

Fuck you!

Pat? Can I talk to you?

Not if it's about Étienne!

The job offer yesterday,

was that because you felt sorry for me, or...

Definitely.

But I do have an opening, so if you want it, it's yours.

I'm interested.

Antoine is my biggest client, and that's not about to change.

I don't want any drama.

I totally get it.

I'll have to adjust.

There won't be any drama on my end.

In that case, I'll prep the contract.

Ready to start Monday? - Yes!

What?

I was so nervous to come back.

You should've seen me at customs.

I was like Brad Davis in Midnight Express.

I was sure there'd be a warrant out for my arrest.

But now, maybe it's because I talked to you, but...

I feel like I can finally move forward.

Good!

But are you forgetting something?

I don't think so.

Have you spoken to "Moi"-nique?

Nope.

I know Monique's no warm fuzzy, but she's--

Unbearable. Insensitive.

Self-centered and over-the-top.

She's your mother!

And I'll go see her.

Some day. But not today.

I'm starting Monday, I have a million things to do.

Like what?

Get dressed, because I have

an 8:30 appointment for my driver's license.

That's 30 minutes max. You can take my car.

I'm just getting back on my feet.

Why should I go see her?

In the big picture,

doesn't Monique deserve to know you're alive?

Do you know how many times she forgot me at the mall?

Anna... after you left,

when I went to see her, she was a mess.

Each time I saw her at a premiere, she asked

with a lump in her throat if I've heard from you.

After everything I've gone through,

I can't believe you're making me feel guilty

for not running into my mother's arms.

Look, you left because you made a poor choice.

Would you make the same choice today?

No! I was in a bad place, the worst place.

But I've changed.

Then why can't that apply to Monique?

Because she's not just one poor choice.

She's all of them put together.

So if I see her, I don't say anything?

Anna, you're in the same city.

You can't play the orphan in Paris anymore.

Hang on.

Hi, Érika.

Oh, fuck...

I'm on my way.

What?

Some shitty news that'll ruin my day.

Anna? Hug Monique for me!

Fuck you, friend.

Want to take it?

You're my priority right now.

You've reached Monique's voicemail.

I might be on a secret mission,

on hold with Revenu Québec,

or daydreaming at the Musée d'Orsay.

Don't worry.

Wherever I am, I'll get back to you.

Talk soon!

Hey!

So, the scheduling conflict?

Oh, I...

I wasn't talking to production.

Then who was it?

Patrick.

Anna's back in town.

I ran into her yesterday at his place.

And you're telling me now?

At least, I'm telling you! It just happened!

I think I should go talk to her.

I don't!

You broke up 10 years ago. I don't see what's left to say.

She's staying with Patrick.

I don't want it to be weird if I see her again.

Maybe you should consider changing agency.

And leave Patrick?

Come on!

Anna never did anything to you. Why the reaction?

I never trusted her.

Without you, her career would've gone nowhere.

Her second show was a flop, which just proves it.

I don't want to hear about Anna Brodeur again.

- Where is she? - In your office.

Thanks.

Hi.

What do I do, hide out in a hotel?

We're working on it.

While we secure your condo, you can stay with me.

I've got a big place, a security system...

You'll feel safe there. - You wouldn't mind?

Not at all. But you might run into my friend Anna...

You know me. I'm not good with people.

No worries, neither is she.

DRIVING LICENCE REGISTRATION

ROMANE WILL COME TO MY PLACE. BE NICE!

Hello, Mr. Gendarme.

Officer, sorry!

Excuse me, I just got back from France.

Licence and registration?

Here's the registration.

About the licence...

You won't believe this, but I was on my way

to get a new one, and silly me,

I left all my documents on the kitchen counter.

It's illegal to drive without a licence.

I have one, but it's a French licence.

It's at my friend's place. This is his car, actually.

Who says this isn't a stolen vehicle?

I do.

Do I look like a criminal?

It's my best friend's car. Patrick Brodeur... Bernier.

I'm Anna Brodeur. He's Patrick Bernier.

Are you under the influence?

No, I drank two espressos this morning,

good stuff.

Sorry, I'm a little nervous.

Please step out of the vehicle.

What?

OK, I'm stepping out...

Couldn't we go back to my friend's place?

He lives just around the corner...

Unfortunately, we don't do house calls.

A phone call?

On the PBLD website,

there's a number you can call, ask for Patrick Bernier.

Please? I don't want to tell my whole life story,

but it'd help restore my faith in humanity.

- PB? - LD.

- That's it. - Yes.

Voicemail.

If you need to identify me...

- I do... - OK.

I know my mother's number by heart.

- Your mother? - Uh-huh.

514 555-4842...

4842.

- Hello? - This is Officer Bergevin.

Do you have a daughter named Anna Brodeur?

I don't know an Anna Brodeur.

- She's not your daughter? - I am! Mom?

Hello! How's it going? Surprise!

I need you to identify me for a police officer. Please.

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.

I sure am.

OK! What can we do to help Romane?

Slash her vocal cords?

What about a live Q&A with her fans?

Or an open letter in the papers?

Something more suited to her charming personality.

Let's invite her fans to a peaceful show

of support outside her house.

OK, maybe a park.

We film the whole thing and post it...

A little intense, no?

Or Romane could write a song

about everything that's happened?

I don't think she's in any state to write music.

I agree.

Well, let's keep thinking.

One more thing. You've all met Anna?

I'm happy to announce that starting Monday,

she'll be our new assistant project coordinator.

Oh, wow!

We know she was a screenwriter 10 years ago,

but does she have any experience?

A degree?

No, she's new to the industry.

She has a literature degree and lots of life experience...

and she doesn't need ChatGPT to draft a press release!

You don't get it.

Playing with Chat is like gaining 1,000 brains.

It's nice of you to help out a friend,

but is it ethical to hire her over communications graduates

from all over Quebec who are way more qualified?

Wait to see her in action before you judge her.

- You're the boss. - That's all, folks!

Next time, don't forget your licence.

- I promise! - Have a nice day.

Thank you, officer!

You have to tell Rachel!

I want to know if the kid's mine first!

You think she made it up?

I don't know, she's my massage therapist.

Hang on...

Jessie does massage therapy or "therapy"?

She's not an escort, she's a real massage therapist!

And she couldn't resist you?

I was her client for two years and nothing happened,

but then we slipped up...

- Without a condom? - There was a condom!

- OK. - In the beginning.

Antoine, listen to me.

Meet with her, but don't sleep with her.

I'm no moron!

I'll invite her to dinner. - Not dinner!

- Huh? - Lunch? Brunch?

Because dinners have alcohol, and since you can't resist...

OK, OK. Tomorrow, lunch. Happy?

Whatever happens, stay interested and sensitive.

OK. But how do I bring up the DNA test?

I don't want to get lawyers involved

unless it's absolutely necessary.

Very gently.

Tell her you believe her and that you need confirmation

before discussing your involvement.

For yourself and the kid.

Good? - Uh-huh.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Anna?

Use something else as a weapon.

If you break his vase, he'll kill you.

Do you know the code, before the police show up?

"I'm ashamed to be a Quebecer." Is that you?

Yeah, my new hit.

Pretty big deal.

Yeah, and it gets worse.

They busted one of my windows this morning.

I'm waiting here until my condo's safe.

Poor you!

I know.

Can I get you anything?

Coffee? Tea? A shot?

I'll take some coffee.

What's frustrating is that everything you say is analyzed.

All the time.

I'd like to see them go live...

have all the right answers,

be clear, cute, and funny, not boring...

In another life I wrote for TV,

and the handful of interviews I did were awful!

The worst is that...

I'm getting big in France,

so before we started filming the girl was like,

"So, when are you moving to Paris?"

Without even thinking,

I'm like, "Not in a million years!

I like visiting Paris,

but I need to live in Quebec to be happy."

If I'd been smart, I'd have said that in the interview.

It would've made Pat happy.

Hey! Don't beat yourself up.

It might feel like a big deal now,

but things have a way of working out.

Will you be OK?

Yeah, I'll be fine.

By the way, when were you going to tell me

Anna spent the day in the hospital?

Agnès mentioned it. - Why would I?

You saw her for eight seconds, big deal.

She said she had something to tell me.

Yeah, but she slammed the door on you,

so I wouldn't read too much into it.

She didn't tell you?

No.

She was looking at me with this weird vibe.

It was really intense.

OK, stop! You're a head case! Look...

Anna's boyfriend died six months ago.

Died? Yikes!

They were very in love.

That's why she's so fragile.

It explains why she fainted

and probably the way she looked at you.

Poor girl...

It's OK, I'm taking care of her.

As a matter of fact, she's starting at the agency.

Oh, cool!

Then I'll be able to talk to her.

I didn't say she was going to work for you.

She'll be very respectful, and I expect the same from you?

Sure.

But shouldn't we talk things out?

I was pretty rough with her when we broke up.

For now, concentrate on your relationship with Rachel.

That's what counts. Forget Anna!

She's in a different place...

- Hello, Anna! - Ah... Antoine.

Feeling better?

- Yes... I'm doing better. - Good.

- Here to see me? - I can come back...

No, no. We're done.

Maybe we could take some time to...

I don't have much time, so I'm going to steal her.

Talk to you later? - Sure.

It didn't go well with Romane?

No, no, just the opposite.

But I decided I didn't owe you enough money.

$450 for speeding and driving without a license.

- I'll pay you back, I promise. - No, it's fine.

But your dream came true:

the cop called Monique to identify me,

and she said she didn't know anyone named Anna Brodeur!

Oh yeah? Makes sense, she's angry.

And the whole thing happened while I was trying

to hide another panic attack from the cop.

What's a little adversity?

Antoine's watching us.

I don't want him to think he's the reason you're crying.

Let's pretend to laugh and go in, OK?

OK. That's right!

I've tried to book you on Big Brother twice.

Are you saying there's nothing more you can do?

That's not what I'm saying.

Your new headshots look great.

We're keeping an eye out.

Patrick's always thinking long term...

Oh, my God!

Virgule's here to work with us!

I can't believe it!

Can I talk to you in private?

Without an appointment, it's a little tricky...

Tessa, my friend Anna Brodeur. - Wow! Wow! Wow!

The author of Ironic!

I'm thrilled to meet you, Anna.

The pleasure's all mine... Tessa?

That's right. That was my favourite show.

If you ever feel like writing a role for a Black woman

because they're so underrepresented, count me in!

Unfortunately, I don't write anymore.

But you were so good!

That's very sweet.

I feel like I've seen you before...

I've also changed career paths, due to injury.

I used to do gymnastics, dance, acrobatics.

Remember when I did Cirque du Soleil?

With Madonna, J.Lo, Céline Dion...

Wow, that's great! And now you're an actress?

That's right... the best kept secret in town.

I've been working with an acting coach for two months.

About three years ago I came to see Pat

about transitioning to communications, right?

That's right.

So now I host and do some motivational speaking.

Yes. People always tell me

when you reach for the stars, your body follows.

That's right. I have a minute, if you wanted to chat.

Great!

- We should do dinner. - OK.

And if you change your mind about the writing,

I've got tons of ideas.

- Great. - Keep it in mind!

- Uh-huh. - Bye, babe! Ciao!

Wow!

I wish I had that much self-confidence.

No you don't. I'm not allowed to say this

and I'd deny it to Patrick's face, but she's my worst client.

Oh!

What's going on?

I've tried to keep an open mind,

but Céleste might be sweet and cute,

but you should be doing my PR.

It doesn't matter if it's Alex, Céleste, or myself.

The industry respects PBLD, so if they're interested...

All my Black friends are working more than me!

There's something wrong!

You had an agent and you fired him.

You call that an agent?

He was a lazy fucking nobody!

If you booked me on Antoine's talk show,

I'd get exposure and--

I stay out of booking Antoine's show, that's our deal.

OK, I get it.

But my career should be going up.

That's what we all want.

We do our best to promote our clients,

but if you don't think

we're the right fit to represent you,

I'd understand if you want to go elsewhere.

No, no, that's not what I'm saying.

You're the best. You're the best.

It's just...

So fudging trustating.

I have so much to give!

I know.

But it's a tough industry, everyone knows that.

Do you think it's because I was open

about my mental health struggles?

You mean the episode about using luminotherapy

to treat seasonal depression? - Yes.

No, I don't think it affected your career.

Promise? Swear?

Pinky promise, promise?

Oh, my God. I love you so much.

I should add that to my bio.

Sorry, I've got a meeting coming up.

We'll talk soon.

OK. By the way, I was being real with Anna.

I know. We'll talk soon.

- Bye. - Bye.

Bye, Anna! Bye!

YOU WERE RIGHT. ANNA'S GREAT!!!

Hey!

Double scotch, please!

- Seriously. - Yowza!

Céleste mentioned that you never drop clients.

Unconditional support is my golden rule,

except if you kill someone.

But Tessa, boy!

Is she talented?

The camera loves her, but she's insecure.

What do you do?

I try to reassure her, but it doesn't really work.

Speaking of adoration, this'll give you a little boost.

YOU WERE RIGHT. ANNA'S GREAT!!!

Speaking of...

Romane told me that during the pre-interview,

the researcher asked

if she was planning to move to Paris.

Romane answered, "I'd never leave Quebec."

Really?

If you could get your hands on the tape,

it might change the conversation.

Sure, but everyone will think

we recorded it afterwards to save her ass.

What if you asked Baltazar to help?

He heard about "Earthquake Romane from Canada,

with its widen open spaces."

What if he shares the tape

and endorses it on social media?

- You're a genius! - Yeah?

It's excellent!

We'll go record Romane's statement.

Want a lift back? Érika?

I think I'll let you handle it...

while I patch things up with you-know-who.

Really?

You won't regret it.

Shh! Shh! We're filming!

Filming what?

- With Kimikaze. - Who?

She's a reality TV host.

Today's episode is on tantric sex.

My mother's on a reality TV show?

Yes.

Relax and let it flow between my vagina

and your anus.

Feel the fire in your pelvic floor.

Inhale...

Exhale...

Wow!

It's fascinating to watch,

but when is something gonna happen?

Never during the warm-up.

Knees touching, eyes locked.

Picture yourself inhaling into your partner's stomach.

Let the desire build.

Of course...

Well, if I were in Fred's strong arms,

I'd have to breathe very deeply

to behave like a pure, innocent girl.

Don't even think about it!

I'll think about it if I want to.

But tell me, Monique,

poet who inspires women of all ages:

how should a young lady like me behave

if I want to meet my Fred?

How about it, Fred?

What if I play hard to get?

Kimi, I've never played hard to get!

Ah, come on!

- Huh? - Oh!

My daughter!

Your daughter?

Over there, that's her...

The prodigal daughter who disappeared for 10 years.

How long did it take to realize I'd emigrated?

A year?

Four?

- I think that's a wrap! - Good idea.

Thanks! We wrapped. Turn it off.

Did Baltazar's assistant answer?

It's 11 p.m. Paris time. It'll have to wait for tomorrow.

I should've pressed Romane to talk about the pre-interview.

Bingo!

- What do we tell Romane? - Nothing.

If the pre-interview was erased or never recorded,

I don't want to get her hopes up.

What?

ÉTIENNE: DINNER, 7 P.M AT OUR RESTAURANT?

Nothing important.

Hi, Agnès.

You need to call Amin, Romane's agent.

- What does he want? - Four venues just cancelled

dates for the shows in St-Hyacinthe and Drummondville.

We need to change the conversation ASAP.

- OK. Is that all? - He's flying to Toronto.

You can reach him after 6 p.m. - OK, thanks.

Is something else my fault?

Is this a permanent or temporary return?

- Permanent. - Ah!

I'm really sorry.

Life's been pretty hectic since I got back.

I can see.

That's not a criticism:

Dr. Blackburn took care of my cataracts.

It's the downside of 20/20 vision.

I didn't sleep well, which explains my appearance.

But I'm glad to hear the operation was a success.

Yes!

Fred's your boyfriend?

Lover.

He refuses to commit, which works out great.

What about you?

I imagine you came back to settle things?

I came here today to...

reconnect with you.

It's hard to have a good relationship with your daughter

when she disappears without warning,

without an address...

I admit, I should've done things differently.

Don't worry, I didn't take it personally.

I'm sure you had your reasons.

Revenge is a dish best served cold, no?

What are you talking about?

I hear that with the right matches,

a Mercedes burns like that.

You... think I could've done that?

Anyone can have a psychotic episode.

Are you sure you have 20/20 vision?

Because you're seeing things that don't exist.

That's good news! I still have too much imagination.

Way too much! I'm not a psychopath.

You must've had your reasons to disappear for 10 years.

Don't you want to ask

what I did for all those years in Paris?

Or if I'm happy?

You're clearly not!

I don't know what.

I have an appointment with my esthetician.

Do you need money?

No.

Of course not. That's not why I came.

But if you're offering, I...

Look...

Hang on a sec... $1,000.

- That's perfect. - Well, then.

Despite what you think, I appreciate it. I do.

Good.

I'm starting a job at Patrick's agency,

so I'll be able to pay you back soon.

You couldn't find anything better?

Monique...

you've interviewed Laure Adler and Denys Arcand,

and now you're in a reality show

hosted by Kimikaze the Drag Queen.

You think I'm the one lowering my standards?

In exchange for appearing

in her daring new show,

Kimikaze will be hosting the launch

for my eighth collection of poetry.

Instead of criticizing people for not caring about poetry,

I'm making an effort.

I'm evolving. It's called personal growth.

Is there anything else, or can I go to my appointment?

I'm sorry I'm not the strong daughter you always hoped for.

Did you know that one of the reasons I came home

was that my partner died six months ago?

And I'm having a hard time

and I'm sad

and I'm lost.

You want me to cancel my appointment?

Yes.

I've said it before, I have a lot of eco-anxiety.

You know I'm intense,

that I get carried away.

But always for the right reasons,

and... I'm...

And sometimes the consequences...

I don't wanna be lame, I know you're trying to help.

But I feel like I've said this 12 million times.

My fans know this already.

Our goal is to address your critics.

And since we waited this long...

So what? Who cares what they think?

We already talked about it.

By not responding, the thing snowballed.

That's not what we want.

I can rework the press release. It's just a V2.

I said that I loved Quebec. That's it!

I should be proud of what I said.

Yes, but...

I know you're trying to help,

but I keep apologizing,

saying the same things.

I feel like I'm repeating myself.

Why didn't I just shut my mouth like you said?

You don't want to make a statement?

We'll find something else.

But you need to be all in.

I'll do what you say... if the idea's good.

SORRY, I HAVE TO DEAL WITH ROMANE! TOMORROW?

Goddammit.

Try to calm down.

Mom, I'm crying! I'm not doing anything bad...

You'll wear yourself out.

I'm telling you the whole story.

A normal mom would be happy to hear it.

I'm thrilled!

But you've been crying nonstop for an hour.

Yeah, but...

Come on, you'll get dehydrated.

And puffy eyes at 49...

Forty-six!

You don't even remember what year you gave birth to me?

No, no, 46... Look, I know I'm a shitty mom.

We all know that.

What would you say to a mojito?

It might help us relax.

Alcohol doesn't help. Believe me, I've tried.

True, alcohol won't fix it.

But neither will tea.

Do what you want.

Indulge me a little.

I'm going to the bathroom.

Take all the time you need.

- OK. - Good...

Thanks.

Cheers!

- Hello? - Where's Anna?

You're obsessed!

I'm warning you: I'm outside your door,

and I'll break it down if she's hiding from me.

Antoine, what's going on?

I haven't seen her in 10 years.

She says she has something to tell me.

I'm ready to hear it!

I know I hurt her, but I'm not a monster.

OK, but I swear on your girlfriend

or your new son's life that she isn't there.

Come on!

You're right, I feel more relaxed now.

- So, you met Arnaud and-- - Renaud.

Renaud, of course.

Was he married?

- No, he wasn't. - Ah...

- He was single. - Ah!

I was in my neighbourhood café and...

he came up to me...

Sorry! I know it bothers you!

No, no, no...

I'll try to be less emotional!

Go ahead, sweetheart.

I'm all yours.

Stop making fun of me.

I'm not! Not at all.

I can do better too.

Thanks, Mom. For making an effort.

I appreciate it.

The mojito's got a kick, eh?

- Is she here? - Hello, Antoine.

Long time no see!

Unfortunately, Anna just fell asleep.

I have to talk to her. It's important.

Important for you,

like everything that comes out of your mouth.

But it won't happen tonight. Anna's resting.

Anna! Anna!

You always do what you want!

Anna!

Anna!

Anna! Anna! What's wrong?

Can't you see she's sleeping?

Anna! Anna!

Why isn't she waking up? - Well...

Goddammit, Monique Brodeur!

I slipped her a few sleeping pills.

She came here in tears, she was devastated.

I couldn't leave her like that.

How many did you give her?

I know my dosage.

But with the alcohol, how many? Anna!

- Six? - Jesus Christ! Call 911!

You're getting worked up for nothing.

- Anna! - Hey!

What are you doing? Stop it!

Protecting her from you!

You're 10 years too late!

Because of you, Anna missed her first day of work.

Yes, that was all you!

OK, I screwed up. Happy?

I don't know, I don't feel emotions.

I'm dead inside, like you always say.