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CRAVE ORIGINAL

PREVIOUSLY My doctor was definitive,

if I don't lose weight quickly,

my health might suffer serious consequences.

I can't believe this.

Mr. Girard? I'm Detective Samuel Hébert.

Your police officer came by to question me about my Mercedes that caught on fire.

- Why don't you write a role for a woman your age. - Without Antoine?

Can't lose you.

I'm not comfortable with the fact we suggested Clara Dandurand to lie.

Even my mom thinks the doctor excuse is nonsense.

If this were to come out, I wouldn't hesitate to tell the culprit

that respecting an NDA is just as important as having morals.

She'll come with me for my first colonoscopy.

- We have to be there at 7, pick me up at 6? - Sure thing.

- I thought I had carte blanche. - Yep.

I wouldn't want you to waste your time on a dead-end idea.

Not sure if you remember, but two years ago, we spoke of maybe working together.

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

Can't wait.

I know you just went through a breakup.

Do you follow him on Insta?

Not a good idea.

I deserve jail time, don't I?

YYou either call your colleagues or turn a blind eye and let me live my life.

Pray for my daughter, for she is a sinner.

Amen.

You can't live with what I did, huh?

It's not that simple.

You could've told me before you kissed me.

You're right.

When I'm with you, I can't think straight.

And when you come back to your senses, I become toxic again.

That's not it and you know it.

But we can't be together.

That's cheap.

Come on, I'd never do that.

Fuck, I forgot about her.

- Let me handle it. - No!

I don't need you.

- Hello, ma'am. - Hello.

It's forbidden to drink alcohol in a vehicle.

Of course...

but since I'm not driving...

It's still against the law, so--

Excuse me... Agent Dubois-Miller, is it?

Last night, I went with my daughter. She had a big talk to get through

with Detective Samuel Hébert.

One of your colleagues, a high-ranking one at that.

He lives right here. See?

And clearly, their conversation was fruitful, because Anna hasn't come out yet.

And me, I needed to hydrate, so I drank some wine,

but I did so outside the car each time.

- Listen, ma'am, you have an open bottle... - Yes.

- ...in your car. - I mean.

And you were sleeping behind the wheel, which is also forbidden, so--

The Law is important, of course, but common sense--

Please exit the vehicle; we'll take a breath sample.

Come on.

Oh, excuse me.

What's going on?

This is Anna... Anna, my daughter.

We've received complaints from neighbours.

And your mother seems in an unusual state.

No, it's just that I had a few drinks, but always outside the car.

Always.

Can I talk to you?

Oh! It's my son-in-law!

My ex-son-in-law, you know, the police officer.

High-ranking detective, you know.

- Is... is... is-- - Not another word.

- I didn't drink! - What'd I say?

I'm innocent.

So...

If your daughter drives the car, we'll let you go home.

Common sense won! Thank you!

- Great, let's go now. - Off we go!

Immediatamente!

ANNA COMES HOME

Is everything good?

No, but I'd like to talk about your son.

Oh, boy, I didn't miss this tone.

You introduced Théo to Kristof after three weeks of dating. What the fuck?

After four weeks.

Oh, four weeks, excuse me!

A seven-year-old needs stability, not parental speed dating.

You didn't even wanna meet him!

Because you hid him from me for months!

You hate children!

That's not true!

If you wanna talk about introducing him too quickly to Kristof,

remember Théo's birthday, when you were supposed to look after him,

but you instead dumped him to your employees?

Well, Kristof was there.

They'd already met, so no, I don't think my son is traumatized by him.

First, I didn't dump him that day.

I also remember your son saying he thought Kristof was ugly and stupid

and that he loved me.

I really hope you're still seeing your therapist, 'cause you're a mess.

Ah fuck!

Fuck!

MAESTRO I'm in front of your house.

Would you like to tell me more about your situation with the handsome Samuel?

There's nothing to say.

But um...

What would Patricia reply to such a succinct answer?

That I'm not speaking from the heart.

And what would happen if you did?

Oh.

Hi, boss! I'm waiting for Jean-Michel.

I'm relieved to know you didn't forget about him.

Are you calling me at 6:10 a.m. to keep an eye on me, boss?

No, I thought you were dead, cut into pieces in a ditch somewhere.

Where'd you sleep?

Since I'm busy waiting for our beloved client, I'll call you later.

Wait, do you have time to listen to my mess up?

Sure, but just know Monique can hear you too.

I'm ready to hear about your mess up, my dear Patrick!

She's with you at Jean-Michel's?

Yes, but worry not, everything's under control.

I sure hope so, because I don't have the energy to listen to Jean-Michel rant for hours.

I'm in control of the situation.

Thank you, boss.

Ugh!

MAESTRO I AM HERE!!!

You have a knack for reaching high blood pressure.

So...

We were talking about the power of forgiveness.

It's a true art form to be able to forgive ourselves.

I am strong.

- My resiliency tank is full. - Oh, yes.

And even if it doesn't feel like it yet...

telling Samuel the truth was the right thing to do.

Hmm.

Thank you for helping me see different perspectives.

Would you allow me to just say one tiny thing...

Tiny. The tiniest of things.

I want us to talk some more about Samuel.

I waited for you all night,

so it must have been a very long conversation.

We made love.

It was really amazing.

Really...

I really thought he could get over what I did.

Hmm.

Erm...

Low-profile, and by low, I mean...

Hey, hey! Sorry I'm late, I wanted to be extra clean if you know what I mean.

Hey!

Come here.

Am I seeing things 'cause I'm fasted?

- We're just dropping her home-- - Absolutely not, I...

No, no, no...

I can't put up with the mom you would have never chosen

if a higher-power had given you the chance.

Wanna get to your colonoscopy on time?

Then get in my mother's car immediately without a fuss.

Understood?

You know I have perfect pitch, right? And this little tone of yours, I hate.

If ever you complain about my tone to Patrick,

don't count on me to hold your hand

when the doctor tells you you're part of the unlucky 1 %

who get colon cancer before the age of 35.

Are we clear?

Hi, beautiful Monique!

If it isn't the handsome maestro.

Today's a big day...

- Enough. - Mm-hmm.

Let's visualize a beautiful, vibrant pink colon!

Ah yes, I love hearing about my colon.

Off we go!

Did Céleste die or something?

No...

Patrick fired you?

No, but...

I assaulted Patrick.

What? You fought because of Céleste?

No...

The other type of assault.

Not... sexual?

Shh!

Huh?

How could you? You're the most respectful guy I know.

I know, but...

we were talking about his ex, he was crying...

Crying? I thought he was born without lacrimal glands.

He's not heartless.

I found him handsome and...

Enough to rip his clothes off and...

No!

- I only kissed him. - Oh...

Without his consent!

Oh, I mean, a kiss isn't that bad.

You say that because I'm your friend, but...

Assault is assault.

Mhm.

Oh, my God.

I'm so guilty!

Hey!

What would your father say if he saw my screen?

Early bird gets the worm?

He'd say, "What the fuck, Patrick Bernier, you lost two regular clients."

Calm down, it's the government's fault for cutting into festival budget.

The government isn't your accountant!

Your uncle Benoit is, and he hates your numbers!

It's a temporary low, every expanding company goes through it.

When you pitched your plan, you assured me your new big client would compensate.

Where's that big client of yours?

I'm not completely oblivious, I cut Zach's position.

And replaced him with two more expensive employees!

And don't forget your Marie Antoinette-style renovations!

Uncle, I'm grateful you care about me and the agency, but...

You're on it?

Exactly. And you'll be the first one to admit you worried for nothing.

- I sure hope so, or else-- - Sorry, I have another call.

Also, please don't bring my mother into this.

My God, "Your watch has detected an unusually high heart rate while you seem at rest."

Your jewelry.

Should we...

Should we write a press release maybe?

For whom?

For... the planet.

If anything bad were to happen...

Come on, Jean-Michel, no one ever died during a colonoscopy.

Intestinal perforation, internal bleeding...

It happens.

It happens.

In 105-year-old vulnerable patients.

Jean-Michel Marsolais.

You'll be fine.

Come on.

Hi...

Sorry, we're a bit behind on schedule.

My God, why? The person before me died? Is that it? What's happening?

Oh, no, Dr. Fréchette is simply behind schedule.

Follow me.

Right. Could Anna over there accompany me?

Unfortunately, no.

Hey! You'll be just fine!

Do... do you recognize me?

Jean-Michel Marsolais, orchestra conductor who makes Québec shine all over the world.

Ah, that's you!

Exactly right!

Anna is like my second mother and I was wondering if you could...

Actually, more like the sister I never had.

And since my fear is truly sincere...

I was wondering if I could... I think it'd be important if...

Have you thought of what the people looking at you right now might write on social media?

What if... I invited you to my next concert.

Your sister can follow us up until the procedure room.

Very well... You can come.

Great, thank you!

Great, the teacher's pets. If they keep this up, we'll have to sleep here.

Go.

Hi, boss!

Hi! Did you talk to Céleste?

Unfortunately, no.

With what happened yesterday, I...

You're referring to...?

I mean...

When I kissed you.

Oh, that? Let's just call it a lapse in judgment.

I'm so not proud of myself.

Yes, because I'm your boss and all, but between you and I...

you're not the first one to throw yourself at me.

Okay...

Since I'm the alleged aggressor, it's not so easy to laugh about.

Aggressor? That's a strong word...

We can say you had a moment of weakness.

Kissing someone without their consent is assault.

- Yes, but-- - In any case...

I'm ready to give my decision.

I mean, resignation!

You need to calm down, this is far from a Me too moment.

My God, I could barely sleep.

I slept like a baby!

You're getting riled up for nothing. Let's get over it.

Okay.

That's great!

Do you still need me to talk to Céleste or...?

No, I'm fine. Thank you.

Okay.

CÉLESTE Did you say you worked from home today?

- Can you help me? - Yes.

I feel really...

like really naked.

I know a thing or two about fear.

I don't think you do.

I won't get into details, but whenever things get too much for my nervous system,

I pass out, so...

I win.

You're giving me ideas.

No, no, no!

No need to go there, because we'll face this challenge together.

The thing is this challenge is pretty hard.

Close your eyes. Go on.

I want you to visualize Maestro Marsolais,

the most prodigious orchestra conductor

who's just finished playing his last note in front of a crowd in awe.

Any particular venue?

The one where you've experienced your biggest triumph.

The Berliner...

- The Berliner Philharmonic. - Okay...

Or maybe the Royal Albert Hall, in London...

No, the Carnegie Hall...

Let's go with the Carnegie Hall. Great.

You turn around to a crowd in awe of your talent...

and the room bursts into a roar.

Thunder of applause.

Yeah...

- A loud roar... - Yeah.

People have come from all around the world to acclaim you.

- They're cheering... - Yes.

Maestro! Maestro! Maestro!

No one has ever talked to me that way.

Okay... It's not like Jean-Michel Marsolais will die during his colonoscopy.

Much better.

So... who do we have here?

A young patient who's very nervous, but who we are trying to calm down.

So I was told.

Mr. Marsolais, we'll take good care of you.

Jean-Michel...

I'll see you soon.

We'll go take your blood pressure.

Go, go!

MONIA - SERIES SYNOPSIS BY ANNA BRODEUR

Hey!

What are you afraid of?

Look at your life; rich, exciting, surprising.

What more do you need?

Everything is there.

Maestro! Maestro!

I don't know what you're writing, but it sounds good.

Any news from Céleste?

She didn't answer.

INCOMING CALL - MOM

Are you okay after all this coffee?

I love coffee and I'm used to it.

That's good. I'll have two and I won't sleep for days.

Oof.

Someone forgot to pay the heat bill, my cheeks are cold.

Turn to your left side, please.

There you go.

Ready, Mr. Marsolais?

Um... Yes, sure, but before, what is...?

It's Propofol, a very gentle anesthetic.

And by very gentle you mean...?

Did you watch the hockey game last night, Mr. Marsolais?

Hockey?

No, not really my thing...

No? What do you like outside of music?

Lots of things, um... I like...

Ah, I see what you did there, you little tricksters.

- Take a deep breath. - Making me talk...

Hi, Rachel. See attached the synopsis...

It's a first draft...

Did Céleste sign the same clause as me?

Same one.

What tone should I use to write the letter?

Firm.

Professional consequences.

Risk to her own credibility and lawsuit for damages.

That bad?

An employee who doesn't show up without telling me is unacceptable. Scare her.

Marlène Beaumont just cancelled your appointment.

Fuck!

When did she reschedule?

Her assistant wasn't tasked to reschedule, but I can ask...

- It's fine, I'll handle it. Thank you, Noor. - Thank you.

Marlène Beaumont is La Marge publishing house's boss?

Whom I've been trying to recruit as a client for a while, yes.

Representing the biggest publishing house in town would be a win.

And I can do it.

Oops.

Should I wait before proceeding, or...?

Let's wait.

But it's the first and last time.

- May I? - Yep.

I'm sorry for yesterday, as well as for being late today. I needed to think.

What's the outcome of your thinking?

I can understand you wanted to buy the peace.

Okay.

I also have my morals, but we don't live in a perfect world, far from it.

And our responsibility is towards our clients first; that's the basics.

Sometimes, we do have to work with the system. Get it?

I do.

My reaction yesterday was mixed.

Meaning?

The expansion, I...

I find it hard to see our agency expand.

Oh, okay...

but you've grown more confident.

Can you imagine yourself talking to me like this back in the day?

Not really.

I'm trying to see myself as a cactus.

With spikes... and no heart. Like you!

Strong like you...

I think we're done.

- There's something else. - Yes.

At the peak of my anger, I...

I told my mother that Clara's doctor isn't asking her to lose weight,

but rather that we lied to protect her.

Fuck, Céleste!

Do you know what NDA stands for? Non-disclosure!

- Want me to gather my things? - Fucking hell...

Let me think about it.

- Should I wait at my desk. - Yes.

- You good? - No.

Yesterday, your whole rockstar act

was odd, disrespectful and really pretentious.

Is that so?

When you first start in an agency, you get to know people.

You ask them questions. It's not the time to peacock!

That's what I call an energizer day off.

His video did get 3,800 likes.

It's a first for our page.

Our feelings can't be calculated in likes, Agnès.

She's not the most mature here.

It's because... she came back with more oomph--

Yeah, yeah, bad bitch energy. I get it.

Yes?

I just wanted to make sure you weren't in danger.

It's not easy to say, but...

your pep talk actually helped.

I wrote my synopsis.

No way.

- We are truly connected! - How so?

I'm finishing up my novel and my publisher is literally harassing me!

Well done.

Promise me you're not writing under the influence after last night?

Of course not, come on!

I'm hydrating with pure water.

Everything is under control, sweetheart.

It's nice of you to call.

What about your sorrow?

On a scale from one to ten, how bad is it?

Mr. Marsolais just got out.

Oh... We'll talk later, Mom, Jean-Michel is waking up.

No one can tell us we're not a therapy success story.

Patricia should pay us for our progress.

Ugh.

Okay.

Hey, you're alive!

Mmm.

And I...

made a new friend. Propofol.

Magical.

- Is it? - Mm-hmm.

Question.

Propofol is what Michael Jackson took to fall asleep, right?

Yeah.

If you're asking if we can become your Propofol pushers, the answer is no.

- Yeah, but you know-- - Hey, how are you, young man!

Yeah, I'm good.

I wouldn't conduct a whole concert, but...

I'm good. Is everything alright?

- I removed a small polyp... - Excuse me?

It's less than 5 mm. We'll send it for analysis,

but at first glance, I wouldn't lose any sleep over it.

Is the fact Jean-Michel is under 35 a concern for now?

It is less common for someone your age,

but I removed it just before it started doing damage.

What if it's an adenoma?

It's the cancerous one.

Then, we'll see each other every three years instead of ten.

Great, so at my age, my body's already a polyp-producing machine.

Hey... I'm confident, okay?

He doesn't look worried.

Um...

I'm just thinking out loud... okay.

We're just talking.

I have concerts to conduct, right?

If I can't sleep, how can I give the best performances--

No, I won't become your Propofol provider!

- Okay, but... - Not happening.

Would it be that complicated...

INCOMING CALL - RACHEL

Okay, let's get dressed!

Here.

Come on.

Why would I keep her?

If you ask me, it means you're not sure.

Why do I make my employees sign NDAs

if I don't do anything when they don't respect them?

I mean, she did tell you; you didn't find out from the press.

The damage is limited.

Do you still need me here or...?

No, thank you, Jean-Christophe.

Okay.

Not that goddamn kiss again...

If you're still talking about it, it might be you minimizing your reaction.

Of course not!

What about your anxiety; everybody can feel it.

Would you rather I go to the police to report you for assault?

No, but I'd understand.

What I did was--

I kissed you without your consent; it's settled, we're even.

Céleste?

- Yes? - Come with me.

Would your mother be willing to sign an NDA?

I think so.

Find out.

If you want to keep your job.

Give me the form, I'll make her sign.

Will you come with me for the results?

If Patrick lets me off work, of course.

- I'll see to it. - Okay.

- Bye. - Bye!

- Hey. - Hey, I saw you called.

Sorry, I was in a meeting.

Yes, I read your synopsis.

Good thing you sent it quickly.

Really?

Did you like it?

- Yes, but I have a fundamental question. - I'm listening.

Are you sure this idea can go on for multiple seasons?

Well, I think so, but you know I did write it quickly.

Unfortunately, I don't think it's our subject.

Did I hurt your feelings?

No, I'm fine, I can handle it, but I'll admit I'm a bit confused.

I thought I had carte blanche on the subject.

It's a right I grant all my creators,

but it's my duty as producer to tell you when you're on the wrong track.

I'm on the wrong track?

You lack objectivity.

Take the time you need.

Come back to me with a few more spectacular ideas when you've found them.

I trust you will.

Hell no!

- What? - You can't enjoy a stolen kiss from your boss!

In hindsight, it was really hot...

and surprising.

He tasted of ethically sourced coffee from El Salvador.

- You're not in love, are you? - Oh, it's not my first one-way crush.

I think you have serious daddy issues you need to fix.

My God, you're so right.

- What? - You can't say he's heartless.

Can we talk?

Boom.

Boom.

I wanna make sure...

you understood the meaning behind my action.

You mean when you threw yourself at me?

Crazy with desire.

Seriously, if you need to talk...

I have a crush on my boss, he's not interested.

Am I missing anything?

Hi!

Did I miss something important?

A quiet morning, that's all.

Mhmm.

How about yours?

I'm nearing canonization.

Maestro survived?

Yeah! And he wants me to go with him to get his results.

Be my guest!

Anything else before I humiliate myself calling Marlène Beaumont?

Rachel, that fucking bitch, thinks my idea doesn't work on the long run.

I envy your beautiful relationship!

- $50,000. - Yes!

$50,000.

$50,000.

$50,000.

Marlène Beaumont.

Hi, Marlène, it's Patrick Bernier.

My assistant informed me of your inconvenience,

but I absolutely need to see you tomorrow. I have something for you.

Thank you, bye.

The NDA for Céleste's mom.

Tell me if I need to be more formal or firm.

I'll get back to you.

What should we offer Marlène Beaumont?

My dad knows her.

- I'll text him about it and get back to you? - Okay, thanks.

You look upset.

You look good for someone with no promising ideas...

and who's heartbroken.

I'm a good actress.

As for Samuel, I think we've reached the end of our story.

And you avoided prison.

Glass half-full!

Yay.

Are you gonna tell me what's up?

What now, do I need to wear my goalie helmet to talk to you?

No need.

About this morning, I was really stressed out because of work.

Nope. I don't hear anything that justifies me being told off at 6 a.m.

By my ex at that!

6 a.m.?

I'm sorry.

Theo's education is none of my business.

Great, anything else?

I hope you're doing okay.

Actually, I know you are, because I see your pictures on social media.

- But...? - There's no but.

No, "Kristof is bad for you, blah, blah, blah?"

No! I've had a crush on Kristof before. Why would I tell you he's an asshole?

Okay, and you're fine with that?

Of course!

I'm so okay with it I'd like to invite you over for dinner.

It would be so fun and with Anna! So fun.

Listen, I'll think about it.

- Okay? - Okay!

Bye.

You're so not ready for a dinner with boy toy and his new boyfriend!

Fuck, I still find him so handsome!

We could compete for who's more heartbroken, but...

Hit me.

Do something, I don't know... I can't seem to forget him.

Oh, my friend...

Come here.

I get it.

I miss Samuel too.

DELETE CONTACT

Slept okay?

Ugh, not really.

If it can make you feel any better, Jean-Michel insists I give you a raise.

You're his revelation.

That's great; I'll take it.

I would, but...

You were right to worry about my sudden professional megalomania.

PBLD is in trouble?

I need a big player.

And can you pull it off?

Working on it.

I'd lend you my $50,000, but...

First, that fucking bitch needs to like your ideas.

That or I need to put my foot down before she drives me insane.

Interesting option.

- Rachel! - I was just thinking about you.

I hope I didn't throw you off guard yesterday?

It's never something easy to hear, but--

I know; I slept awful.

However, when I'm in your position,

I remember what a former professor of mine at UCLA used to say,

"A true screenwriter is someone who thanks you for ripping them out of their delusions."

I...

The faster you let go, the faster we'll access the diamond within.

I'll think about it.

Call me whenever, I'm here for you.

My mom signed it.

Sybile Berg?

It's her name.

Great.

We can put this behind us now.

Not only could this have destroyed our reputation, but we could have faced legal action.

You do realize it's not a game?

So much so.

But...

Even though I told my mom it was very confidential, I...

I think she told her sister.

You think?

She swore she wouldn't say anything, but...

but I'm assuming you want her to sign an NDA as well?

It's the last time.

Promise.

Mmm.

Yes, yes.

Can I get you another coffee?

No, thank you, I've reached the legal limit.

What about you, Mrs. Beaumont?

I'm good, Cédric. On your way now.

I wanted to give you this.

According to my spies, it's your favourite one.

Oh! Your spies are efficient.

An elegant champagne...

for an exceptional woman.

You want to make this even harder for me, I see.

Not if I can change your mind.

I listened to your advice, we're expanding.

We'll produce a lot more in-house, just like Agence Leclair.

Yes, but your team is still significantly smaller--

I hired Jean-Christophe Bossé.

Ronald's son.

He doesn't want to take the same path as his father,

but he took his bar exam and he's very creative.

Hmm.

Yes, it's... great for PBLD.

For 15 years now,

you and Agence Leclair have been following the same communication strategy

for your book releases.

And we're top dog.

We don't need to reinvent the wheel.

I have the best team in town.

Let us whip up a five-year plan, I'm sure we can spark your curiosity.

I love you, but let's talk next year.

How about we open the bottle?

Never before noon.

Lunch then?

Not today.

But you look well.

I'm happy to have seen you again.

Okay...

You play tough, I can appreciate that, but--

We'll talk next year, huh? Without fail.

What if I brought you the bestseller of the next season?

An author without a publisher who wrote a formidable story. What say you?

- She would've come to me already. - It's her first novel.

It explores a mother-daughter relationship...

If you refuse to hear my offer, I'll shut up.

Formidable you say?

I laughed.

I cried.

I have a stone-cold heart.

Send me a copy.

I can read it quickly.

Not before you guarantee us your communication's contract if the novel interests you.

Oh yeah!

Yes yes! Ha!

Woooah!

Yeah!

Antoine!

Thank you for coming.

You know I'm not supposed to lie to Rachel and lunch behind her back.

Did Rachel tell you she asked me to write your series for a female character?

- And no, you're not playing a trans woman. - What're you talking about?

So you don't know.

Fucking hell! Know what?

Calm down, Antoine.

It was my idea to have you write the role of my life, and now it's not for me anymore?

You need a good explanation for this!

Change your tone or I'm leaving. Okay?

Sorry.

So sorry.

I just want to feel that your anger management classes weren't in vain

before we continue talking.

Good.

Mhmm.

NEXT ON ANNA COMES HOME Life's not all that bad,

there's a beautiful stranger waiting for me at the front door.

What?

It's Olivier, my ex-stepson.

- What's he doing here? - I don't know.