Original subtitles

PREVIOUSLY...

I'd like to press charges against my mother.

- What? - You must be very brave.

Thank you. That's kind.

We've been tapped to put a spin on the footage...

... and rebuild the mayor's brand image

with eight months until election day.

Anna will take care of Mayor Deschamps.

The idea better be good.

We do a wacky interview

and get someone off the wall to do it.

- Deal! - Mayor Deschamps!

You're suggesting that I let a drag queen laugh at me?

She wouldn't be laughing at you.

She'd be laughing with you.

- You've got a new fan! - Who?

Téo! He adores you.

Aw! You're in love!

- I am? - Of course.

I don't think you understand.

I'm not suggesting you are taking a break.

I'm telling you it's happening. Akim's doing the show tonight.

- My name is Antoine Girard. - Is he mocking me?

I did something stupid. I couldn't stop.

Take that, motherfucker!

I gotta go. The cops just showed up.

Stéphane?

This is Anna Brodeur. She's new to the agency.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Stéphane Laguë, our lawyer. - How is he?

He wasn’t thrilled to spend the night in jail.

What'll happen tomorrow?

We'll plead not guilty.

The judge will set his release conditions,

then I'll talk to the prosecutor to get a clearer picture.

What do you think?

I don't anticipate a problem,

but he'd better smarten up, or...

I know. I'm on it. Thanks, Stéphane.

Bye.

He sounded overwhelmed when we spoke.

He doesn't understand what's going on.

He's not listening, dammit! I told him what to do,

and he keeps doing just the opposite!

When you spiral, you can't think straight.

Believe me, I know.

Someone's suddenly understanding.

Don't forget I...

I did a terrible thing when I was spiralling, too.

Isn't that cute?

You feel for the exemple who was so nice,

you fled to another continent.

But right now, I'm focused on making sure

he doesn't lose his career, his money,

and what's left of his sanity.

Not to mention he could be facing a lawsuit, so...

What's gotten into you?

Calm down! I'm not making excuses for him.

I'm just saying I understand how he feels.

Isn't that the first step to helping someone?

You're right.

But sometimes, it's hard

to be both his agent and his friend.

Yeah...

That's just what we need. Thanks a million, Carole!

They can only keep him five days,

but she'll send me a list of anger treatment centres

where he can stay longer.

Good! I want the judge to know.

On a different note, how's the mayor's account?

I haven't made much progress.

I figured I'd work on it tonight.

Unless you'd rather take care of it?

No! I trust you.

I'll go over it when you're ready.

I'm ready. We have our plan. Go!

What?

Antoine's my first client

who's spending the night in jail.

And you're doing everything you can to help him.

Ms. Brodeur.

- Hello! - Have a good night.

Good night. Who's that?

The officer who filed my charges against Momo.

ANNA COMES HOME

INTERVIEW OUTLINE

SAMUEL HÉBERT: EVERYTHING OK? I SAW YOU AT THE STATION...

DON'T TELL ME MY MOTHER CALLED YOU? :)

SAMUEL HÉBERT: NO, BUT... CAN WE TALK?

- Hello? - What's going on?

- When I saw you earlier,

I wondered whether you'd changed your mind

about the charges.

No...

Actually, that's not why I was at the station.

Oh, OK. I didn't want to bother you,

since you were with your boyfriend.

That was my best friend, Patrick.

OK. You looked so... I'm glad.

Was there anything else?

I'm getting to it.

If I asked you to have a drink with me,

what would you say?

Do you do this a lot?

Ask victims who press charges to have a drink,

late at night?

No. It's a first in 22 years.

But if the timing isn't right, I understand.

I have a crazy day tomorrow.

If I come out alive, I'll give you a call?

Deal.

Deal.

Oh, my God! - You scared me!

- Sorry! - No, I'm sorry.

I fell asleep.

Well? Did you...?

Yes! We've got an outline for an interview,

plus a script. - Good!

It's not my undergraduate thesis, but...

What was the title again?

- Fragmented Diegesis: The search for identity

and narrative ruptures in modern storytelling.

- Come on! - I stuck to our goals.

OK...

What is "rhinotillexomania?"

A fancy word for picking your nose.

OK.

It affects 85% of the population!

Oh, yeah?

Should I send it to you?

Please. So, did you...

Sorry. It's Étienne.

- Go ahead. - Hey, handsome!

I fucking broke down!

Relax, it's not the end of the world.

Kind of. It's Téo's birthday, remember?

How could I forget Téo's birthday?

I forgot Téo's birthday.

You need to help me find a present!

How would I know?

How late will you be?

That's just it. I need the car for work tomorrow,

so I have to wait at the garage until it's done.

It might be a while.

I get it.

That's life, right?

Too bad, since I had the surprise for Téo.

But he'll understand, right? He's mature.

Sure, he's mature.

But he was supposed to stay with me

since my ex has to go to Quebec City,

so I told her to drop him off at your office?

Holy fucking hell!

Patrick?

I'm here, I'm here...

Since we were supposed to spend the day together,

I figured what's another few hours?

I realize it's too much to ask...

No! No, no, it's fine. I'll figure it out.

- Seriously? - Sure!

I said we'd do whatever it took to be together today, so...

OK, but you can't just shove an iPad

into his hands or pass him off to an employee.

Who, me?

I'm happy to spend a few hours with him.

I hate to say it,

but when I called, I figured you'd bail on me.

But look at you, acting like a fucking prince.

I love you.

Love you too! See you later! Bye!

He must be good in bed!

I wanted to prove I'm not a workaholic.

- You're not? - Can you be ready in 20?

Yes. Hop!

SAMUEL HÉBERT: I WON'T ASK AGAIN... ;)

I HOPE YOUR "CRAZY" DAY GOES WELL.

Ready?

What's wrong?

I was asked out on a date last night.

I can see you're jumping for joy.

I'm happy because the guy's handsome and sweet,

and it must mean I'm not a washed-up old bag.

Isn't that good news?

When you look at it that way.

But I miss my grumpy old Frenchman

who didn't have the decency to add me to his will

and who proposed a throuple

because he said our sex life needed spicing up...

Sweetie.

I'm tired, and I miss my old life.

That's normal!

It's classic: someone new shows an interest,

and suddenly you're idealizing Renaud.

- I feel guilty. - I get it.

I bet you're wondering

how a crybaby like me is going to save your butt

and impress the most obnoxious mayor in town...

No. I think we're going to save each other.

That's an interesting take. How will we do that?

I don't know.

But I do know that I love you.

I need to consult a shrink

before I can say it to a guy, but with you,

it's a piece of cake.

Thanks for loving me like this.

Who's the guy?

The hot cop we ran into last night.

What? I'd tap that any day!

Of course, you're a guy! I'm a girl.

It can be a little more complicated

for us sometimes.

I know.

That blows...

I mean, don't blow him off.

It's Mia...

- Well... OK!

Can you imagine the mayor

on an official visit, shaking hands

with the prime minister or a foreign dignitary?

Yuck!

That'll make her day.

- ... shaking hands with the prime minister

or a foreign dignitary?

Yuck!

Stupid bitch!

You're here but unavailable?

If I have to step out,

I need everyone here to keep working.

- Are you sick? - Do you have cancer?

What'll we do without you breathing down our necks?

- I don't do that! - No?

Can you look at the day's agenda

and tell me I was right to hire you?

Isn't a drag queen to fix Boogergate a little intense?

What's wrong with a good old press release?

That's not the strategy Mayor Deschamps wants.

How will talking to the dildo queen help her brand image?

Mia, where's your team spirit?

My script is funny, effective, and punchy.

If you say so.

Just think twice before you ask me

to work miracles when it's all over social media.

I'm supposed to bring Antoine to the crisis centre...

"By force, if need be." Wow!

We can't ask him about last night,

but we know him well enough to know he won't be happy.

It's our strategy to protect him from himself.

Did you forget that he beat the shit out of a car

with a golf club and that I hate confrontation?

That's your area of expertise...

Céleste, I can't take care of him this morning.

This is your chance to go beyond your comfort zone.

It's time to step up!

To Antoine Girard?

Yes! You're the boss!

Well, it was a pleasure knowing you.

Good luck!

It says, "Help Anna." So, I'm going to help Anna. Yay!

I don't see anything for me?

You can help anyone who needs it.

You can work on the festival and the club launch...

- Got it. - Good.

Why is there a kid acting like Tarzan out front?

Who's he?

If you look at the memo, the first line says "personal."

That means it's none of your business.

If I have to step out, Anna's in charge for today.

Obviously, we're going to work collaboratively.

I feel better knowing Anna's in charge.

Mia, did you take care of the cameraman?

He's eating a breakfast sandwich across the street.

How's the conference room looking?

- I'm working on it. - Great!

Anna? How can I help?

Kimikaze is on the way over.

I want to spruce up the background for the video.

It needs to be understated and tasteful.

We all know how charming the mayor is.

We wouldn't want her to feel like

she's stepping into Ali Baba's cave.

Anna? Breathe.

- I'm a little stressed. - A little?

It's my first big project,

and I have some personal stuff going on.

I'm excellent at managing personal issues.

Just ask your mother. - You spoke to my mother?

Uh-huh. The night she handcuffed herself to the desk,

we had dinner together. We laughed, we cried.

But my lips are sealed.

Like I said, your secrets are safe with me.

I'll remember that, thanks. I feel better already.

Aww. Oh, and you can't trust Agnès.

She's great,

but she's not mature enough to handle big secrets.

Thanks for the tip.

Getting back to business,

I want Patrick to be proud of me.

He's doing so much to help me out.

We want to smooth things between Kimikaze

and the mayor who has a stick up her ass?

Exactly!

Relax. Hands?

When you dream, do you always need to be right?

No. But I can't wait for this.

- Can you imagine the mayor...

Yuck!

Yuck!

Here's the list of emergency contacts

and his health insurance card.

His stuffie's in the bag.

Call me anytime if there's an issue.

No problem.

So the idea is to keep him alive, right?

It was a joke! Don't worry, I've got this.

Téo will be fine.

Thanks.

You be a good boy, OK, honey?

If I can do crisis management

for some of the biggest egos in the business,

I can handle Téo until his father gets here.

Good, because...

Don't worry! It'll be fine.

We're going to have fun, won't we?

I need to poop.

Hey! I'm happy to see you.

- What are you doing here? - I came to pick you up!

It's a good thing you're out. - Where's Pat?

Patrick has another commitment.

He sent me to...

Hang on, little man! Come over here.

Let's wash those hands.

I've gotta take this. Wait for me here, OK?

Don't move!

Holy shit! What did you do?

It's not my fault! It hurts...

Look at me... Oh, my God.

I get out of fucking jail and he can't even take my call?

- That's why I'm here. - Why?

I'm taking you to the crisis centre.

- The what? - Antoine!

- Goddamn reporter. - Take this.

- Where's your car? - Right there.

Shit!

- Are you mad? - Of course not!

It's OK, it's OK.

Let's go home and change. Come with me.

- Hello? - It's me!

Antoine isn't sure he wants me

to drive him to the crisis centre,

like it says in the game plan.

It's a looney bin!

You're up to your neck in shit!

I know where I am, so give me a fucking break!

Put him on.

Now Pat's dropping me too?

I can't believe you'd say that!

Why else would he send me a 23-year-old assistant?

Twenty-seven.

If getting out of jail isn't a big enough reason

to get him here, what is?

Antoine Girard, stop!

He spent all night managing your crises and sponsors.

- Which I've lost. - Not because of him!

If you want to read into his absence

like the idiot I know you aren't,

and for some unknown reason

you're doing everything you can to fuck up your life,

then keep ignoring his advice.

I assure you, the worst is yet to come!

But if you hope to still have a career one day,

then shut your trap and thank Céleste

for driving you to the crisis centre. Now let me work!

Fine.

- Living with you is like exploring

the pages of your favourite book.

Each one holds a lesson

on the beauty of sharing a life together.

You and me are forever.

I love you, ma petite Québécoise.

I'm not hiding anything.

Mr. Girard is going through a difficult time,

but since we don't know all the facts...

Yes, of course...

If it's not the queen of the Montreal night scene!

You!

If I weren't against the soul

and sex sucking prison that is marriage!

Hello! Is Anna here yet?

She's in the studio. I'll show you backstage.

Hang on. Give me a hand?

I don't want to gain 10 kilograms in muscle.

Of course.

A girl wants to fit into her dress!

Wow! Look at you. Love it!

You don't interview the mayor in curlers and a bathrobe.

Have you ever met Mayor Deschamps?

Nope! I'm not her biggest fan.

But rumour has it,

she's a woman who likes getting to the bottom of things.

Is this it?

THANK YOU, KIMI XXX

Here's the script.

What script?

I never heard anything about a script.

Girl, if I wanted to be called Meryl Streep,

I'd already have my Oscar.

I suck at learning lines.

I'm an improv girl, everyone knows that.

Let me check with the boss while you get ready?

Any word from Céleste?

No, but I'm getting tinnitus from all the phones.

When are we issuing the press release for Antoine?

That's Pat's decision.

Meryl Streep said she's not following the script.

It's just an outline!

Tell that to her.

Give me two minutes, OK?

I'm looking at his schedule: Patrick isn't in today...

Hello?

Kristof Matthews, Mayor Deschamps's press secretary.

I remember you, Kristof. How are you?

I'm trying to reach Patrick, but he's not answering.

I know he has several meetings this morning. Maybe I can help?

I'd prefer to speak with Patrick.

I'll see what I can do.

Pat?

Is it urgent?

You could say that.

Mayor Deschamps has changed her mind

about the interview with the drag queen.

What?

But she agreed to do it yesterday!

I know, I was there.

But after Florence Bazin's sketch,

the mayor believes she's been the target of enough ridicule.

What does she want to do?

I believe that's your job?

That's why I'm trying to reach Patrick.

Of course. Either Patrick or myself.

If the mayor refuses to apologize,

that limits our options.

If you'll allow me to insist...

I assure you, we took pains to plan everything

so that Kimikaze can conduct the interview

with humour, of course. We handpicked...

We carefully selected the interviewer

so the mayor would never be ridiculed.

Ta-da!

We'll be over to discuss a new approach.

I'd like Patrick to be there.

Of course!

I went with restrained,

since it's a political interview.

There's just the matter of the script?

- No more script! - Great!

In that case, I'm all in!

The mayor is running late,

so I'll ask you to wait another 30 minutes or so.

I'm not menopausal yet, honey,

but let's just say I ain't cold in this dress.

I understand.

Perhaps Alex can offer you a refreshing iced tea?

I'd prefer a punctual mayor,

but since I'm not difficult, I'll drink.

This way? See you later.

The mayor's on her way.

Under no circumstances do I want her running into

"Meryl Streep" before I say so, got it?

Roger that. That's not code

for "slip something into her drink," right?

- Who are you, Monique Brodeur? - OK.

Not at all!

Do you like hibiscus iced tea?

I hear it's really good for you.

With lots of vodka!

No comment.

OK.

Mr. Girard, are you having violent thoughts

towards yourself or anyone else?

Not at the moment.

Do you feel threatened by anyone?

No.

Do you have friends or family members

you can turn to for support?

If I did, I wouldn't be here.

There's no wrong answer.

Let's focus on you now.

On a scale of 1 to 10,

how much do you regret your choices so far?

- From 1 to 10? - Yes.

Take the time to think.

It's important to be honest with yourself.

To see yourself clearly.

How long am I supposed to stay here?

Five days. But nobody's a prisoner.

You're here of your own free will

and that's crucial to the success of your stay.

Shall we continue?

From 1 to 10?

Keep the fan going!

Hey! How's it going?

I can't say my bladder's happy.

Is she coming or what?

Yes.

But I was thinking about our concept board,

and do you think we could rework your look?

What? You don't like my look?

- I love it! - Well, then.

But the mayor expressed concern...

What kind of concern?

She's worried the interview might turn into a circus.

I don't tell them how to clean the city,

they don't tell me how to dress.

I understand, it's just that she's worried

it might be a bit too much...

Too much?

Too much! If that's all it is...

If the mayor wants less, we'll give her less!

Great! I appreciate your flexib--

Much less!

If she's scared of doing an interview with a drag queen,

then she shouldn't! Bye-bye!

No, no, no! Kimi! Kimi!

Tell the mayor I hope she's happy.

She might think I look like a clown,

but nobody's ever caught me picking my nose in public,

let alone in front of the camera!

Tell her I didn't vote for her.

And while you're at it,

tell her our neighborhood's become an open-air crack den

thanks to her shitty administration,

and if she wants to stop the urban exodus

she should stop raising our goddamn taxes!

Kimi, I understand. It's just...

I think we've come all this way for nothing.

- Is this a joke? - Not at all. He fell down.

I was bleeding everywhere! It wasn't pretty.

Is this your important client?

I had a family emergency.

Agnès, would you take Mister Téo to my office?

Sure! Come here, Téo.

My dad said not to put me in your office.

Just do what I said. Go to my office.

For two years, you've been trying

to get me to come work here.

Is this the best you can do?

Hang on! Let me fix it. I'll go talk to her.

Please, Kristof!

Mayor Deschamps! You scared me!

I'm sorry about that.

Patrick... Mr. Bernier is looking for you.

May I?

Of course.

Just...

Thank you.

I can't believe...

I cannot believe this is happening.

It's beyond absurd.

At 58, after years of public service

and two elections, one of which cost me a divorce,

I can't believe I have to give

an interview to justify...

I can't even say it, it's so ridiculous.

Yeah.

It was some week, eh?

They don't pay me enough for this.

If it was just me...

but I have to think of my boys, my parents...

It's not the end of the world.

I doubt you'd say that if you were in my shoes.

Uh...

I don't want to brag,

but I've got a pretty good track record

when it comes to screwing up.

In the last month alone, I pressed charges

against my mother, who pressed charges against me.

I ended up in the ER twice

without health insurance or a penny to my name.

And if it weren't for a good friend,

I'd be living in a dumpy AirBnB with rusty water and rats.

And just this morning,

I was missing my dead boyfriend who,

after living together for 10 years,

didn't have the decency to add me to his will!

And if that's not embarrassing enough, after he died,

I wrote the series

that was supposed to put me back on the map,

but it turns out everyone thinks it's total crap!

I don't mean to be rude, but should I feel reassured

knowing my future is in your hands?

Of course!

Because I'm living proof that this stuff doesn't kill us.

The team's all here.

Kimikaze is ready.

Do the interview.

Give a simple apology.

And if you don't like it,

we can erase the whole thing and just issue a press release.

Well... I'm ready.

Kimikaze, it's a pleasure.

The pleasure's all mine, Mayor Deschamps.

My God, sweetie!

I can't let you appear on TV like that.

You need concealer, stat!

You're in luck, because I've got a nice blush

that'll breathe life into that face of yours.

Oh, my God! Chanel!

That's right.

Love it!

Come on, take a seat. I'm gonna fix your face.

Kimi? I don't know...

I just don't want to look like a Christmas tree.

Let me work my magic.

Just don't complain to me if the marriage proposals

fall from the sky like April showers!

ÉTIENNE: STILL AT THE GARAGE! I WON'T BE THERE UNTIL DINNER.

Look at me. Oh, my God...

NO WORRIES.

After all that whining, you're gonna look great!

ÉTIENNE: HOW'S TÉO?

HE'S GREAT.

HE LOVES THE OFFICE. HE'S OUR NEW MASCOT!

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

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

Mayor Deschamps,

welcome to my Rococo Babylonian Empire-slash-dive

bar-style boudoir.

Thanks for having me.

What's new with you?

I can't say it's been the best week

of the year or even the decade.

I hear that, honey.

Public works not picking up the trash,

orange cones popping up in the streets like weeds,

the rumours of a tax hike...

Do you ever think,

"Why didn't I go into footwear?

That shitty-ass shoe store down the street needed a manager!"

You would've had my business!

I've been asking myself that for the last 48 hours,

minus the profanity.

I heard that you're the newest member

of the Biggest Idiot club?

Apparently, yes.

Not to brag, but I've done much worse.

Did I ever tell you about the time I ended up

buck naked in the street

because the fire alarm went off?

Luckily I have the body of a goddess,

or it could've been awkward.

There are no pictures, but your little number

is nothing that 85% of the population

hasn't already done in the comfort of their own home.

Unfortunately, the cameras were rolling.

And my job demands a certain dignity.

Speaking of dignity,

meet my friend:

the Prince!

My God, trust me!

Touch it, it won't bite!

Go on!

Now tell me, wouldn't it have been worse to

be filmed with my friend Prince? Yes or no?

Excuse me...

Well, well!

Once the smile's back on such a pretty face,

it means we're ready to put things into perspective

and move on.

Thank God! You didn't kill anyone!

Close-up on the lady's face,

she wants to address her adoring fans.

I'd like to take this opportunity

to apologize to anyone I may have offended.

Amen, lady!

It's a gift.

Have fun!

- ... to apologize to anyone I may have offended.

I don't know how you managed it, but bravo!

Convincing that woman to apologize is no small feat.

Anna's a force to be reckoned with.

She learned from the best.

Thank you.

I'll leave you two alone.

What's my birthday present?

I have an envelope with your name on it. Come with me?

- Wait for me to open it! - OK.

Want to grab a drink?

Is it just a birthday card?

No! It's a surprise!

OK.

Should we celebrate?

My boyfriend's coming,

and we're going to have dinner with the kid.

I thought you didn't like kids?

People change. And you?

I'm heading back up north.

Still have your cottage?

Door's always open.

- Thank you! - Thank you!

Girl, you rock!

We'll see if it works.

Let me tell you, I felt about five inches tall this morning...

You bossed it. How did you do it?

I've been here four years, and I've never pulled that off.

What is your secret, Wonder Woman?

I don't have a secret.

I think it's a mix of desperation, panic,

and grief.

I'm working hard not to end up

where I was before I left for Paris.

Your boyfriend over there?

Yeah.

You never talk about him.

It's personal.

I'm trying to process my grief. One day at a time.

Do you still love him?

I loved him very much.

But...

RECORDINGS

- Living with you is like

exploring the pages of your favourite book.

Each one holds a lesson

on the beauty of sharing a life together.

You and me are forever.

I love you, ma petite Québécoise.

You're forever!

Yeah... He was cheating on me.

He wanted to open our relationship.

It was far from perfect,

but I miss him.

So you remember the good parts. That's nice.

I don't know.

Maybe it's time to move on.

How?

RECORDINGS

It gets saved in your trash,

if you end up changing your mind.

I know it by heart anyway.

DELETE

I texted you the address.

No, you'll see the gift when you get there.

We'll go out to dinner after, OK? Bye!

I thought you'd left.

I had a call.

Thanks for thinking of the agency.

It was easy.

Bye!

Téo!

Well... thanks for everything!

- No problem. - We'll be in touch?

- Right. - Great.

- He looks like a frog! - Shh!

- What's the matter? - He heard you.

TOO LATE FOR A DRINK?

SAMUEL HÉBERT: IT'S NEVER LOO LATE. WHAT TIME?

SOFA? 8 P.M.?

You know my friend Kristof,

the guy who kissed me back there?

He wanted to thank me for a job well done.

Are you going to tell Dad?

Do you want to know what your present is?

- Yes! - It's right in here.

Oh, my God!

Hello?

Hi. Thanks for this morning.

I just did my first group therapy session

to work on my anger...

Good! I'm glad to hear it.

Can I ask for one last favour?

- Of course.

I don't have anything with me.

Can you drop by the hotel and pick up some clothes?

If not, I'll call the agency tomorrow morning.

You can call the agency, but I'm happy to go.

Call the hotel and tell them I'll be there in 20?

Sure. Thanks, Anna.

OK.

Can I get a tie?

Sure! And I'll throw in a matching pocket square.

We're no chumps.

- Dad! - Hey! Happy birthday!

Don't I look handsome?

Definitely! Also very humble.

And spoiled rotten! This is too much.

What will you do next year, buy him a pony?

Yes! A pony!

Next year?

I wanna wear it to school. When can I get it?

Today!

Hello. - Hello!

Are you thanking him too?

- Let's go eat. - Chicki's!

There are other restaurants, you know.

Not at his age.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

See how far I've fallen?

From my big house to this...

You can't see it now, but you're going to be fine.

Just give it time.

What'll time do?

Put things into perspective.

It always does...

Can you stay a little longer?

Téo! Apologize to Patrick!

It's OK.

Don't say it's OK

when I'm trying to teach him good manners.

It undermines my authority.

What authority?

It's fine. I'll go clean up in the bathroom.

When he comes back, I want you to apologize.

I'm not kidding.

I really have to go.

I wish I could press a button and make everything stop.

You had a good first session.

You're surrounded by professionals. Start there?

What's the point?

I'm looking at public humiliation, a divorce...

- Antoine! - I mean...

Be patient.

I know you'll bounce back.

How long did it take you?

Ten years?

You were far, Anna.

Too far.

Sorry.

There's no use denying that as a mother, I was toxic.

Negligent, overbearing, emotionally unstable,

critical, competitive, and dangerous.