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PREVIOUSLY We agreed to have a threesome.

That includes three people, not two.

- We also agreed that Anna wouldn't be in the way. - She had an emergency.

Of course, she also comes before everyone else!

Do you remember when Antoine's Mercedes caught on fire?

Are you fucking kidding me?

I love you, Anna Brodeur.

I want you to suffer.

Tell him that we had sex and that you gave him my chlamydia!

Or I'll tell on you!

I'm really sorry about that night.

Rachel really needed to reconnect and I couldn't tell her it was too much.

But I'm not cruel, you don't need to tell your police.

However, I'd love for you to write me a great part for my comeback.

- I love you, husband. - I love you, wife.

My editor would love for me to write a novel on our progress in therapy.

I understand how Dad couldn't stand you.

You won't write about us. No way.

Alright, noted.

I'm in the middle of writing, so I thought a little pick-me-up would do me some good.

Mom?

Mom?

Mom?

- Kimi? - Yes.

- Well, well! - Hey.

Really? How old are you?

Honey, I'm your mom, not your daughter.

Oh, take that.

You just spent two days in the ICU for an overdose

and I shouldn't ask questions?

Of course not.

Is she taking drugs regularly?

- Never. - No.

- We drink a lot, but-- - No, but I...

- I didn't follow the posology well. - It happens.

If you don't stop covering for her, I'll ask Patrick to stop representing you.

Well, you could, but since I already see you as the sister I never had,

it would tarnish your charming personality.

- No. - Don't do that.

It's alright, put your phone away.

Put that away, Mother Superior.

I reconnected with my dealer.

The lovely Coco.

Right, you have an official dealer?

Sometimes, I need a little boost, to get the juices flowing and meet my deadlines.

Momo, minimize damage now before it gets ugly.

- Please, Kimi. - Tell her the truth.

She'll find out eventually.

Anna... Anna.

Turn around, look.

- Huh? - Look.

I'd kill you if it were legal.

FOUR DAYS LATER

How did you feel when she broke her promise once again?

I was really disappointed.

And angry.

But I did see her in the ICU and she wasn't faking. It...

You were afraid you'd lose her?

Yeah.

How did that make you feel?

I realized that I wasn't ready to be an orphan.

Your father's still alive, no?

Since I decided to cut him out of my life,

the idea of losing Monique--

How are you coping with the decision to cut him out of your life?

We didn't make an official announcement like,

"We'll never see each other again."

But our dinners every two years felt unnatural.

He didn't contact me again either.

How long have you unofficially stopped talking?

Last time we saw each other, I had started dating Antoine,

so 19 or 20 years ago.

Are you at peace with that?

I'm not over the moon,

but since he didn't really choose me either,

it's perfect the way it is.

How long has this exclusion been going on?

Since my childhood.

So you didn't really decide to cut him out of your life?

Yeah, you could say that.

Am I assuming or do I sense some underlying anger?

You're very perceptive.

Monique also suffered.

If she loved him as much as she hates him now, then...

Does he have a name?

Marc.

Tremblay.

Your father abandoned you, Anna?

You could say that.

Yeah.

But...

I learned to live with his decision.

I'm happy to hear that.

So everything's going well?

Mm-hmm.

ANNA COMES HOME

- Feeling good? - Yeah, why wouldn't I?

You're coming back from therapy. You look...

That's how I normally look at the end of the day.

- I can't wait for your surprise. - Yeah.

Yeah.

I'm especially excited to know why you've been acting weird for a week.

Or two.

Just warning you, it's big, but it's part of a process.

What's your fucking surprise?

Come with me.

Isn't it great?

You remodeled everything?

Why do you think I had you all work from home for a week?

Look!

Look, it's perfect to expand.

Of course, when that's your goal.

You never told me you wanted to expand.

You never asked me if you could run away to Paris.

Fair enough.

I left because I was going through a huge heartbreak from a major breakup.

My breakup's different, because it's giving me wings.

Right.

Where will you go with your new wings?

Towards success.

I decided to embrace who I am

and become the best workaholic in public relations,

in the most beautiful office in town!

What does your amazing therapist Robin say about all of this?

Nothing.

I fired her.

She doesn't know yet.

Champagne?

Hm!

My God.

As my official wife, could you try to look impressed?

I'm happy to fulfill my role as your devoted wife,

but I have one last question.

Yes?

You were seeing Robin to try to find balance between your professional

and personal life, but now,

by cutting out an important part, aren't you afraid that--

Anna, you found me on the living room floor crying my eyes out.

- Yes, but-- - That won't happen again.

- Pat... I was in the same boat as you. - I know.

I chose to find balance through work.

Helping a client in crisis is what makes me feel alive, energized and useful.

Any other questions, Anna "Robin Junior"?

Champagne?

Hi there!

It's not my birthday, love.

For me, it's your birthday every day.

You can do whatever you want with me...

before and after dinner.

Antoine, my love.

You can't spend your days trying to make me happy.

Why not?

We both know that you'll break down if you keep going like this.

You don't find me attractive anymore?

That's not it.

I know you.

You need attention.

You need to shine.

I don't get it.

You need to make a professional comeback.

What's your comeback plan?

Do you have one?

Everything alright?

Sorry, the champagne's keeping me up.

I'll buy another one.

I don't care about that. Why are you cleaning at 11 p.m.?

It helps me unwind.

Unwind what?

Patricia implied that I have inner rage.

Like during your Mercedes phase?

We didn't talk about that phase in particular,

but if I think about it, it might be related.

Since I wasn't at your appointment, let's hear it.

According to her, it could all be related to...

To what?

The fact my dad abandoned me.

It's true that you always had fucked up relationships with men.

What do you think?

I wouldn't be cleaning your fucking kitchen if she weren't right.

Aside from insulting our housekeeper, does this help you?

I thought I was over all of this.

It's like I keep ruminating about it.

That's good, though. It's a breakthrough.

Did that happen a lot with Robin?

No, but I know about it.

You just need to find an outlet to manage your anger.

- If I find us the right outlet-- - Us?

You think like Patricia.

The Mercedes incident, my fucked up relationships with men.

You're already one step ahead of me, Pat. You could help me.

They weren't that fucked up.

When I went to play pickleball with Monique,

I was also reluctant at first,

but after a couple of sessions, I realized that it was helping us a lot.

Just a reminder that your mom wrote a novel without your permission.

Yeah, but it's different.

I don't need to cut her out of my life anymore.

I negotiate with her. We talk to each other.

We have a healthier relationship.

Even if it doesn't seem like it yet.

What's the point if your dad's not there?

He doesn't have to be.

It's symbolic.

To acknowledge things.

Like what?

Neglect.

That's truly a therapeutic breakthrough.

She caught me.

I didn't think I needed to go there.

She's good.

What kind of activity could we do?

- Not boxing, I hate that. - Noted.

You'd come with me?

If that's what you need, then, of course.

I think it could really help me.

I'm not as strong as I thought.

If you think that's what you need, we could consider boxing.

Thank you, husband.

My pleasure.

Today at 8:27 a.m., you're about to walk into your newly renovated office.

Surprise!

What was the issue with how it was before?

Nothing.

It’s more open, more minimal, but still warm.

It inspires respect and maturity.

Isn't it obvious?

Your office is in a better spot, but...

We'd just renovated.

All the CO2 released by the old and new paint is a big "fuck you" to the environment.

- What are these shitty reactions? - I love it.

It's more mature and it's perfect to expand. Well done.

I also find it exciting.

Finally! Normal and adult reactions!

- It's still-- - Sorry, it's still what?

What Céleste wanted to say was that yes, it's beautiful,

but if you ask us to work like maniacs to finance the renovations...

Well said. That's why we're reacting like this.

Exactly. We liked the human, vibrant aspect of the old PBLD.

It's the same PBLD, but better.

Alright, Pat.

Let's try to stay in a celebratory mood.

I understand your environmental concerns

and your desire to keep your quality of life,

but nothing will change.

The new employees will take care of the excess work.

New employees? How many?

We'll talk about it later.

- Can we talk? - Can it wait?

Not really.

The new password is my last name, PBLD and 3433.

Do we choose the desk we want or did Napoleon choose for us?

Oops, I mean you.

Choose according to your chakras, Alex.

Come, Mia.

Wait, I have to take this.

Patrick Bernier.

Clara Dandurand, is this a good time?

Of course. How can I help?

- You know who I am? - Yes.

Everyone knows Clara Dandurand in Québec.

Do you know about my live from last night?

Normally, I'm up to date,

but we just finished renovating the office,

so what happened?

It'd be easier to watch it and call me back.

I'll do that.

I'm touched you thought about me.

I'd wait to see the video before saying that.

Perfect, I'll watch it with my team and come back to you.

Talk to you in a bit.

- After the emergency meeting. - No.

It's non-negotiable.

Emergency meeting, guys! Now!

Clara Dandurand just called me.

I thought we weren't helping desperate causes anymore.

"Sorry, but I drank too much last night and..."

We can't just take care of Jean-Michel Marsolais press junket.

I'm sorry, but--

"Since I spent ten years in France."

Clara Dandurand is a former political advisor who is plus sized

and who became an influencer to promote body positivity.

She's big online.

- Pat. - What?

That's not what I meant.

You keep correcting us.

You guys are exhausting.

Tonight I need to confess something.

I also gave in to the injectable treatment in the thigh,

the one that helps you lose weight.

You couldn't tell yet,

but I lost 9 kg.

I never thought I'd say that...

but I started dreaming

about being a normal size.

Oh, my God.

I can't believe it either.

To be able to go in any shop and buy my dream dress

without asking if they have my size.

This morning,

my doctor told me to stop the injections because of the side effects.

It's not fair.

Of course, I'll get over it soon

because I accept myself for who I am, but I wanted to let you guys know.

Alright.

Love, gang.

She's lost all credibility.

So she should kill herself?

No, but no one will want to buy her books now.

That's why we step in.

Otherwise, why would she pay us $400 an hour if we can't help her?

It's touching that she admitted it publicly.

We could start from there.

All she did was show everyone she has an alcohol problem.

Rule number one: drinking alcohol is no excuse

for inappropriate behaviour or comments online.

It's causing quite a stir online.

"Shame on you," "Clara is a sell-out," "Traitor-in-chief."

"After ten years of fighting fatphobia, you abandon us for the Barbie dream."

This won't be easy.

This isn't our first challenge.

Agnès, you'll help Mia.

We want to know what controversial statements

she could've made online in the last ten years.

Meanwhile, our great team will find possible solutions.

So you already accepted to represent her?

Any other questions?

I do.

I was wondering if I was part of the main team,

because sometimes I feel like the girl who's never chosen in gym class.

Since you don't know her, you could look at her best-sellers

and see what quote could be useful.

What a great idea.

That's why he's the boss, right?

We'll take stock tomorrow morning at nine.

And at ten, I'll present her with solutions.

I'm no literary genius, but I'd remove the "S" at the end of "solution."

I got it.

Can we do this in under a minute?

I wanted to wait until the end of the month and be more friendly about it,

but since I'm on a timer...

Before you hire anyone, I want to be account manager.

Senior.

Wow.

Nothing less, alright.

You know that if I promote you, it means...

You won't be managing alone anymore.

I'm in a league of my own, you know it.

I'll have to replace you in social media.

It wasn't in my plan with the expansion.

Agnès would be perfect.

Agnès?

Does she have the flair and skills needed?

Agnès would be ready to sell Érika's cat to leave her receptionist job.

After me, she's the most ambitious in the team.

I know that in your wildest dreams, you want it to be Anna,

because it's nice to have a friend your own age on the field,

but Anna is too emotional and unpredictable.

You'll never be able to expand with her.

That's my opinion, of course.

Mm-hmm.

I need to think about it.

Don't take too long.

Agence K offered me a generous package for me to resign.

She's beautiful.

Ooh.

She doesn't need to lose weight to be beautiful.

What doesn't she understand?

Too much, but since we can't rewind her live, then...

We should invent an app that can erase all the nonsense our clients say.

Yes!

Spend the rest of our lives on a beach in Sydney,

sipping vodka cruisers. Dream life.

Your little comedy show is entertaining,

but Patrick wants a real expert strategy when the client shows up.

It's called a moment to relax,

because we know there's a lot of work ahead of us.

To each their own method.

By the way, just because this is an open space now

doesn't mean you can boss us around.

Any news?

I don't know in what context this could help, but listen,

"What if we stopped wanting to fix our bodies like they're problems,

and instead, learned to inhabit them as unfinished, living works of art."

Isn't it beautiful?

If we find the right angle, we could put it in the press release.

It's great! Anything else?

I can't read four books in one afternoon.

Especially since our first session is tonight at seven.

Already? That was fast.

- I wanted to take advantage of our momentum. - That was before--

Pat, a one-hour session will be good for us.

You can't always work.

Alright.

- See you then. What are we doing? - It's a surprise.

Bring a printed picture of Étienne.

- Why? - Because I'm asking you to.

What if I deleted all of his pictures?

I'm sure you can find one.

Not a naked picture, please.

Of course not.

MY DAD

Okay.

- We'll focus on our failed relationships. - Yes.

We're highlighting and acknowledging our past traumas

instead of shooting an arrow in the heart of those who hurt us.

You don't have a picture, though.

It proves I'm starting from scratch.

Don't worry, I can visualize him.

I'll be alright.

Oh.

Not bad.

Seven years of therapy can't have been for nothing.

Have you heard of beginner's luck?

Excuse me?

You don't deserve me, little jerk.

Oh!

Bullseye!

Yes ma'am!

Congrats.

This is really fun. Thank you.

I'll start over and try to feed off your enthusiasm.

You can do it!

Your dad forgot to buy you a gift on your 12th birthday.

On my 14th, 15th, 16th birthday too.

Come on!

What?

Rachel Lussier?

- Why is Antoine's girlfriend calling you? - I don't know.

It might be Antoine trying to reach you. Take it.

Hello?

Hi, Anna. It's Rachel Lussier. Antoine Girard's spouse.

Of course, I know who you are.

Antoine's not dead, right?

No, he's alright. I'd like to meet you.

Meet me?

Me?

Yes, you.

What are you doing right now?

I'm busy right now.

What's this about?

I'd rather talk about it in person.

Come over for brunch tomorrow before work?

Tomorrow morning?

At around seven. We should be done in no more than 45 minutes.

Alright, see you early tomorrow morning.

- Is there something you haven't told me? - Not at all.

Antoine's on a career break.

What tone did she have?

The passive aggressive tone of a woman who has something important to say.

Did you sleep with Antoine again?

I won't sleep until I hit the bullseye.

In your case, hitting the target may be good enough.

Shut up.

I'll hit the bullseye!

What is she doing here?

Anna.

Can I talk to you?

Want to come in, Monique?

I'd love to, thank you.

I'd love a glass.

Thanks.

Mm.

I thought about what I did and I shouldn't have done that.

I went against our agreement.

I already knew that.

Now, I'd like us to move on so we can start over on better grounds.

I completely agree.

Now, when it comes to burying the hatchet...

The hatchet's already buried for me.

Yes, I understood that, but now that you're seeing Patricia,

who is so caring and such a good listener,

I'd like you to consider how much effort went into this.

All the effort I put into writing my first novel.

Say what you will,

but at my age, it's no small feat. So...

No.

No?

You're not a tiny bit curious?

My life is already fucked up enough. I don't want to be in your novel.

Yeah, but read it, just to get to the bottom of it.

If you tell me not to publish it, I won't.

Patrick?

- You're a witness? - Yeah.

Yeah.

That's what I think of it!

I'll never read it, alright? Never!

Never!

I'd like for you to leave,

or I'm warning you!

I understand why you're mad--

Fucking hell!

- You're hurting me. - I didn't even touch you!

Get out!

Get out now! Get out!

Get out! I don't wanna see you anymore!

I thought things were going well with your mom.

Pat?

Are you alone?

Yeah.

Ah?

Your life's going so well you laugh by yourself in your bed?

Come in.

I thought you'd ordered yourself a lover.

No.

I wanted to get to the bottom of this.

Are you laughing because it's ridiculous?

No.

It's actually good.

Pretty good actually.

I find it hard to believe how getting back at me could be enjoyable.

It's not in the same tone as your series.

Alright.

So what tone is it in?

It's less gloomy.

A feel-good tone.

It's like Thelma & Louise. A mother and daughter reuniting.

It's really entertaining.

What page are you at?

78.

Out of...?

Out of 246.

I don't think it's the end. She probably stopped because...

of you.

Wait!

Anna!

So while I got chlamydia, lost Samuel

and cursed my dad because I'm too fucked up,

my mom had time to write a fucking masterpiece of 246 pages and more.

Maybe it gets worse.

She wrote it quickly--

Then finish it!

You seem well.

Thanks, you too.

- Hi. - Hi, Antoine.

I must admit, your call surprised me.

It's nice to see you two together again.

- Is that why you slept with him again? - Rachel...

It's early, we just woke up.

- Don't worry, Antoine told me everything. - Oh, yeah?

We were technically on a break, so I'm mature enough not to be mad.

- C'est la vie. - Yeah.

Why am I here?

You're impatient.

No, but...

I have a proposal for you, but first, I want to know if you still love Antoine.

Not at all.

So you missed his dick?

Rachel...

What? We know you have one of the best dicks in town.

I wouldn't explain it like that.

How would you explain it?

Antoine was upset, I was too.

Without wanting to analyze this, let's say I pitied him.

We had the "last time" we couldn't have before, because he was madly in love with you.

A sort of pity fuck to mend things?

Let's go eat?

If it helps, I'm going through a heartbreak.

Because of a police detective.

Why did you break up?

Because I told him I slept with...

the night of our first date.

You're a very...

- complex person. - Yeah.

You had a proposal?

You told Antoine you'd write him the role of his life?

How far into it are you?

Not very far.

So it wasn't a serious offer?

Antoine, don't make me regret giving you permission to eat brunch with us.

I was smiling so Anna knows how grateful I am that she thought of me.

Why'd you think of him?

All of a sudden?

If I'm not getting the timing wrong...

you had destroyed your producer's car.

And you pitied me?

Yeah, that's pretty much it.

What if I offered you a contract to get you writing faster?

- That's nice, but-- - I'm not trying to be nice.

I believe in this and I want it to happen.

I'd also like that.

But I'll need to find motivation again.

I haven't really written in ten years.

And I must admit--

Would $50,000 help you get inspired quicker?

- Is this a test? - No.

She's serious.

Since you had your minute of fame, then...

I'd like to contribute to your comeback in Québec.

And yes, I want to help the love of my life.

It's a win-win situation.

I didn't expect that.

I'd be honoured to play a role you've written again.

And for it to be produced by the love of my life.

So?

I'm flattered.

But before I agree, just so I know if I can do this,

can I think about it?

Of course.

- Don't be scared of me. - Of course not.

I'm a big fan of yours.

Hi!

How was it?

She just wanted to make sure I wasn't still in love with Antoine.

That's it?

Yeah.

I saw it as a sort of AA exercise.

She has to learn to trust him again.

Well, I'd ask her to change her meds.

- Everyone has their weaknesses. - Yeah.

Speaking of weakness.

Yes, I was tipsy. Yes, I should've shut up.

I still ended the live saying I'd keep loving myself for who I am.

It's what you said before that's a problem.

I was in shock. I think you could tell.

If I may, I thought your video was really touching.

Unfortunately, there aren't many like you.

The issue with your live is that you're implying that if you had a choice,

you'd be skinnier.

It implies that accepting your body is a consolation prize for you. It...

Sucks? I know.

Can we ask how you feel?

Right now?

I'm just trying to control the steam coming out of my nose.

How I feel about what?

Do you want to continue inspiring women and talk about body positivity?

At this point, what I want can't be reality.

What do you all think?

Robie Taylor just did a live on today's topic. Should I just summarize it?

Don't, I can take it.

I'm fucking mad!

I feel betrayed, Clara Dandurand!

You talk about us like we're consolation prizes!

You're setting the cause back a decade!

I believed you! I admired you!

I bought your books, your "Fuck you" T-shirts!

How much did you make off of us?

This is a serious matter.

- And I'd encourage all her employers to... - Alright, that's it.

The war in Ukraine is a serious matter.

Not what I fucking said!

I did well with the mayor, do you want me to go?

You know what?

I'll take care of it.

Actually, I don't think I can take it.

Come on, you can.

Robie was my friend.

She could've called me.

Ask me if I drank too much.

Tell me to make another live, but, no.

It's way more fun to mess me over.

Look at that, it keeps on getting better. My boss wants to talk.

Clara, I think you need to turn off your phone.

I know you want to have control, but this won't help.

Go back home.

Look at our proposals.

The apologies?

No, they're different proposals and approaches.

We even included excerpts from your books, which are beautiful, by the way.

Tomorrow, read these with a clear head and let us know what you prefer.

We'll adjust and film a video.

- So we're doing nothing today? - No.

Things are too heated.

It'd be pointless.

We want our response to be perfect.

We only have one shot.

Will I fucking shut up now?

You can call me anytime. I'm here for you.

That's nice of you.

Try to sleep and come back tomorrow morning at ten.

Okay.

Yes!

This isn't a competition.

You said so yourself. The goal's to release our bad emotions.

Go! I'm with you.

I'll try again.

- I have to let go. - Totally.

Get into position.

MY DAD

When we fall, we rise again, alright?

Again.

Like that.

- Would it help if I called someone back? - Maybe.

Hi, you saw my text?

Is Clara Dandurand a corporation or did we misunderstand each other?

She's a new client.

What's great about my text is that when a celebrity has a crisis,

they call PBLD.

And who does your accountant call if he can't pay your employees?

I already told you we could tap into our savings to expand.

That's not the point of savings.

Yeah, but since this is my agency...

Of course, you're young and cocky.

Just saying, the Titanic sank unexpectedly.

I love you, Uncle, but I'm entering a tunnel.

I know what I'm doing.

Bye!

Little shit.

EMPTY TRASH BIN

MY DAD

Yes!

MARLÈNE, WE SHOULD MEET FOR LUNCH. MY TREAT.

Oh.

Yes?

Hi, Marlène, it's Patrick Bernier.

Did you see my text?

I get a lot of texts.

I can imagine.

I was inviting you out for lunch or dinner.

When are you available?

What's the meeting about?

I don't know if you remember, but two years ago, we said we could maybe work together.

And I told you I was satisfied with the Leclerc agency.

Lunch at The Ritz?

Cédric will call you once I'm back from Paris.

I can't wait.

Thank you.

My pleasure.

- Anything else? - Yes.

Set an appointment with Patrick Bernier here, for no more than 15 minutes.

It'll be done.

Have a good trip.

MY DAD

You're close from the truth.

Shh!

MY DAD

Yes!

- Yes! - Yes!

Well done!

How do you feel?

Well... it's symbolic.

Alright. Well, it makes me feel good.

What's wrong?

I have to call him.

Yeah.

This isn't symbolic anymore.

But...

what will you say?

Hello?

Hi, could I speak to Marc Tremblay?

Wrong number.

How long has this been your number?

Seven or eight years. Why?

Thanks.

He's had a new number for eight years.

He didn't give it to me.

You were in Paris.

I learned to live with what he couldn't give.

I never caused a stir.

I just wanted him to love me.

Can you love me?

Of course.

Come on.

You know, if I didn't like dicks,

you'd be the love of my life.

What will you do?

Hi.

Hi.

I know it's late. I won't bother you for long.

What's going on?

I know I made a mistake.

I was there, Anna. We don't have to talk about it.

You're right. It's not why I'm here.

Our breakup triggered several things in me.

I'm trying to understand myself.

I need to speak to my father.

He moved and we haven't talked in so long.

You want me to look in the police's computer?

You're the one who gave me the idea.

When you wanted to know where I lived.

It was a mistake.

I'm sorry.

Maybe I just wanted to see you.

Anna.

What's his birth date?

NEXT ON ANNA COMES HOME Delphine, listen...

let me introduce you to Anna...

My daughter.

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