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A FAMILY SECRET

HeIIo.

HeIIo, Iadies. GIad to see you.

HeIIo, happy New Year.

Are we too earIy?

No, everything's ready.

PIease...

HeIIo.

Goodness...

it Iooks Iike a garden!

It's so beautifuI!

WiII you Iook at that!

Farewell. Your sisters-in-law...

It's so nice.

They're IoveIy!

Come here.

Come on.

How handsome he is!

Nice work.

Dad wasn't the type to wear makeup.

So what?

I don't want to be Iaid out Iooking sickIy.

Something's not right. - Besides that he's dead?

Mom, stop. I know.

His part's on the wrong side. I toId them!

Come on, Jeanne. No one wiII see. He was no modeI.

Give me your brush.

Not a chance!

You're not using my new brush on him now!

Why not? - His hair's fuII of dandruff.

Jeez, Mom! Dandruff's just fIakes of dead skin.

I bet you have dandruff.

I have Iess dead skin than him, and you can't use it.

My sympathies, Mrs MarteI.

Thanks, David. And happy New Year!

May it bring you success and Iove!

Happy New Year to you.

Come see.

How does he Iook?

I can't reaIIy say.

You're not Iooking.

Are you ok? - I'm just a bit hot.

Nobody Iikes dying, but you have to Iive with it.

I know, you're right.

Death makes me want to taIk about Iife.

Like, his brow...

Don't worry, I won't tease you today.

See that IittIe scar?

Know what it is?

Jeanne's birthmark.

What do you mean?

You don't know about Jeanne's birth?

Or why we caII her St Jean Baptiste?

Nope.

Hard for an AngIo bIoke to take.

I guess.

Jeanne was born the night of St Jean in 1968.

Ouch, that hurts!

You said it.

Took me 1 0 years to get pregnant.

First the little scamp made us wait 1 0 years.

Then she took 24 hours to arrive.

24 hours of intense pain before the doctor decided on a caesarian.

The demonstration started at 8:1 5. lt was calm at first.

A few hundred separatists shouted, "Trudeau, you sell-out!"

"Trudeau the traitor!" "Quebec for Quebecers!" etc.

l hear screams, there are clashes

all along Sherbrooke St.

Trudeau to the gaIIows!

Christ, aII heII's Ioose tonight!

They're the radicaIs.

It's going to get worse.

While l was giving birth to Jeanne,

in absolute agony,

Joe was out partying, playing at revolution.

Trudeau, go screw yourseIf!

You're not wanted here!

This is a hoIiday for French Canadians, not for AngIos!

So of course he spent the night in the cooler.

Next morning

my little sister C�cile went to pick him up.

Let's get you to hospitaI.

That's ok, it's just a scratch.

And your IittIe girI?

HoIy Christ!

CongratuIations, Joe!

A girI? A IittIe girI?

Can I take her?

Wait, I've onIy heId her a minute.

Come on!

Here.

You know,

for me it was a big event.

Three of my sisters already had kids.

Finally it was my turn.

You know how Mom exaggerates.

God strike me if I Iie!

I Iove to add coIor.

Like I said.

So, Iadies, are you satisfied?

Yes, very satisfied.

It's not cheap, but it's top quaIity.

There's just one thing...

His hair's not right. - It isn't?

Maybe it's not too Iate.

WeII, you see...

Give me your comb.

On the right.

It Iooks so stiff.

Like you used a whoIe can of hairspray.

By the way, the caterer wiII come by Iater.

ShaII I show you the room?

Yes!

Are you ok?

Yes, sure.

He and I wiII get aIong fine today.

Better Iate than never.

Hey, Joe!

BIanche, mind your dress!

I'm pretty, huh? It's Iike a wedding dress.

God, I'm sorry! - Look what you did to my dress!

You dummy!

HeIIo, C�ciIe.

Auntie, how are you? - I'm fine.

Lousy time to die, New Year's.

Poor UncIe Joe. Anyway, my sympathies, Auntie.

Thanks, Annie. Just caIm down.

Happy New Year!

That's right. Happy New Year, Auntie!

So, I guess I'II go see UncIe Joe.

What were you doing? - Nothing.

You touched him. - I did not!

What's in your purse? - I was getting gum.

Do you have any gum?

You can't chew gum in a funeraI home! ReaIIy!

Your girI's aII worked up, C�ciIe.

She's been asking questions non-stop.

Why Jeanne, it's been ages!

Hi, Annie.

The Iast time we met was

in summer at your boutique.

I Iove your outfit. Is it from your new Iine?

Yes, my Iatest funeraI coIIection.

What a dummy!

Forgive me, Jeanne.

I'm so wired.

Look, my condoIences.

Thanks, Annie.

But don't worry, I'm ok.

You're very sweet.

I visited him in hospitaI.

But you hadn't seen him in years.

No, but when I heard he was...

WeII...

That he was...

Dying.

That he wasn't weII,

I wanted to.

He didn't teII me.

He was sIeeping, I didn't wake him.

Sorry. - No, that's ok.

Let me introduce you to my cousin Annie.

My boyfriend.

DeIighted.

Me too.

I guess I shouId be going.

You must have stuff to discuss, and I must have stuff to do.

See you.

WeIcome to the famiIy.

Are you coping?

Sure, I'm fine. You must find him changed.

I hardIy recognize him, he Iooks so oId.

He has bareIy any hair, and he's so thin.

He's unrecognizabIe.

When you knew him he was much peppier.

For sure.

Goodness! - What's wrong?

I forgot to canceI my turkey!

Isn't that just Iike me? I have to go caII.

HeIIo, BIanche.

Remember me?

Goodness, Bertrand, it's been a whiIe.

It's been ages, huh, BIanche?

Funny, I was just thinking of you.

Fond memories I hope.

Very fond memories.

You'II buy me a new dress, you hear?

He was my cIosest friend.

I know.

You haven't changed, I see.

Damn drink!

You and your bottIe. Your fauIt Joe drank.

You pIanning to get him pIastered one Iast time?

l'll wait for you

Day and night

l'll wait for you

to come back to me.

A currant?

Give me your hand.

With pIeasure.

What are you doing?

Reading your future.

It must be dark, with my dirty paws.

Quite a nice Iife Iine.

Do you see yourseIf there, Miss?

I had a quick smoke to caIm down.

You seem anxious. - She's aIways stressed.

What a pain!

You sure aren't stressed, Simon.

I started doing Tai Chi.

Have you heard of Tai Chi?

Right.

It's so reIaxing.

Seems to work for you.

I guess.

I'm with my uncIe.

No, I can't. He's dead.

Sorry.

He's got no cIass.

How's your dad's heaIth, Annie?

He's certainIy in better shape than him.

But I haven't seen him in ages. He and I, you know...

''The girI found in a dump.''

The girI found in a dump?

Sorry.

What IoveIy fIowers!

GiIIes and Pierrette. Don't know them. They're pretty.

HeIIo, Miss.

Room A...

HeIIo.

An angeI...

HeIIo, Aunt RoIande.

HeIIo.

I aImost didn't make it, you know.

I took a taxi, but forgot the address.

We couId've brought you.

Don't be siIIy.

Remind me, who died?

It was Joe. - Joe?

My father, Joe. BIanche's husband.

Right, Joe. Of course.

I hadn't seen him in so Iong, I thought he was dead.

I hope he'II forgive me.

My boyfriend David, my aunt. - HeIIo.

RoIande, Mom's sister.

My pIeasure.

Me too. Oh, we have to wish happy New Year.

We can't forget - it's New Year's.

We'II wish each other good heaIth.

So we're not back here too soon.

C�ciIe!

BIanche! Merry Christmas! - Thanks.

Happy New Year! My sympathies, C�ciIe.

Here...

Who is it who died again?

Now I recognize him.

He was a handsome man. He hasn't changed.

It brings back Iots of memories.

You forgot him?

CompIeteIy.

But Dad,

Joe's the best pooI pIayer in Quebec.

He couId pIay in the States. He'd be rich.

You need a reaI trade to start a famiIy.

PooI's not a trade. No trade, no wedding.

Now I remember!

He was your pooI pIayer!

He won again!

Again? - He aIways wins!

You finaIIy came.

It reeks of tobacco and sweat.

This isn't Sunday schooI, Germaine.

Have some fun!

Babe, tonight we go to a hoteI.

I'm sure your sisters don't mind.

So, girIs, did you enjoy the game?

My dear,

you are a veritabIe virtuoso with your pooI cue.

CongratuIations. ReaIIy!

A virtuoso with my cue.

FIeurette and her fIowery speech!

You, RoIande?

Fantastic.

You pIayed wonderfuIIy. I was so impressed.

Germaine?

I don't know much about pooI.

You just hit the baII into the hoIe. What's there to know?

Dad's right, it's not a reaI trade.

He was quite a guy, your Joe.

You know,

maybe we shouId pray for the peace of his souI...

He couId use it.

Jeanne doesn't care much for praying.

And I aIready prayed.

I'm not the weeping widow type.

In your case widow's stretching it.

Why?

I'm a reaI widow. Isn't he dead enough for you?

You'd been separated 20 years.

Right.

But not divorced. I'm a widow. - Get out your hankies!

It's you who'II need a hanky!

No fights in front of the deceased.

Mom and Dad did nothing eIse.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the HoIy Spirit...

Our Father, Who art in heaven,

haIIowed be Thy name.

Thy Kingdom come,

Thy wiII be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daiIy bread,

...our trespasses, as we forgive those...

against us.

Let us not... Lead us not... That's it... into temptation,

and protect us from eviI. Amen.

Sorry about before. You must think I'm crazy.

I know I Iook ridicuIous.

I'm at my wits' end.

Know when my birthday is?

I was born in JuIy, 197 1 .

Know what that means?

I'II teII you what it means!

I was conceived in October 1970.

October 1970!

The Crisis!

ExactIy, the October Crisis! Some crisis, too!

Mom had just married my supposed father.

But she had a secret Iover!

...Quebec Liberation Front.

Manifesto...

My reaI father is him!

Don't get up. - Hi.

Poor guy...

I'm teIIing him aII my Ioony ideas.

I heard you.

I'm trying not to obsess about it.

You have a ways to go.

Think it's time for a smoke.

Jeanne, my sympathies.

Donna... Thank you.

It's been a whiIe. - It sure has.

You Iook great.

Pretty good.

I don't have a boyfriend, unIike you.

I'm Donna, Jeanne's cousin.

And I guess you must be David.

Yes, it's a pIeasure.

Donna babysat for me and my cousins.

Your mother...

How is she? Not taking it too hard?

No, she's ok. You know, Dad and her...

Of course. But stiII...

When I think of them,

I have such happy memories.

Auntie, wiII you sew me a dress Iike that one day?

But Roger, this is my wedding dress.

I'II sew you a suit for your wedding.

My parents wiII be home soon.

They've agreed. Come on, we have time.

Oh, Mom! - Are you aIright?

What? Sure, Mom and Aunt Germaine arrived.

It's a reaI bIizzard out there.

My sympathies. - Thanks.

My sympathy.

My friend David. My aunt FIeurette.

HeIIo.

Aunt Germaine.

HeIIo. - HeIIo.

FIeurette! - Germaine.

Germaine, Iike I said.

HeIIo, RoIande. - Hi, FIeurette.

My sympathies. -Thanks. Happy New Year.

My condoIences.

Life is so impermanent.

It aII comes to an end one day.

We're aII together. Let's not Iook so mournfuI!

How are you, my dear?

I'm aIright.

Up and down.

It's hard Iosing someone you Iove.

He's not gone, you know. He'II aIways be with you.

You'II aIways have your fond memories.

That's true, Auntie.

Except my memories aren't onIy fond.

Dad and Mom fought so much. Sometimes that's aII I remember.

That's what you experienced at home. But don't forget,

your dad and your mom truIy Ioved each other. Very much.

That's for sure.

Goodness, how they Ioved to smooch!

Mom kept telling Blanche to go to confession.

When your parents got married, they couldn't afford to pay rent,

so they moved in with Mom and Dad.

Christ!

Hard to imagine, it's so different from what l knew.

What can I say? Life's not Iike in fairy taIes.

I know, Auntie.

I Iearned that Iong ago.

I'II go chat with my sisters.

Are you ok, my dear? - Yes, thanks.

What do you want? - A cocomber.

Cucumber, darIing. Cucumber.

Turn off the game, we're eating.

Try, Jeanne.

Cucumber. - Cucumber.

You speak worse than she does, shit!

You have to enunciate.

You shouId know, you're the great teacher.

Professor Joe!

Don't fight.

You're the onIy one with brains around here!

We're aII dummies.

You're aII martyrs in your famiIy!

You have a persecution compIex.

How dare a shit Iike you mention my famiIy?

I'II show you how to enunciate.

Kiss my roy-aI fan-ny!

Shut up! - Come any cIoser,

I'II kiII you!

Fuck, you aren't joking!

You're such a bastard!

I'II kiII you! I'II kiII you!

You goddamned bastard!

You don't scare me!

You don't scare me!

Are you ok, sweetie?

I'II be fine, Mom. Don't worry.

It's hard, isn't it?

It's not easy.

Good night, dear.

Good night, Mom.

Good night.

Good night.

Daddy?

Yes.

Does it hurt?

No. - Good.

Mom's right, you have a hard head.

Yeah, Mom's right. Good night.

Good night.

He had the IoveIiest voice. Nobody eIse couId match it.

That's for sure.

Mom and I saw him when he performed here.

Shit, it was packed.

Mom said you had a nice voice too.

Did you ever want to be a singer?

Your mom was biased.

No, it's true.

I've heard you sing myseIf.

Sing with him.

Come off it.

Go on!

Sadly, with a heavy heart

And yet

l will await your return...

It smeIIs good!

RoIande?

No thanks, DonaId dear. I don't drink.

David. - Who's he?

That's my name. I'm David.

I'm RoIande. DeIighted.

Cremated? No way!

You try to convince him.

He aIways ignored me.

Now he can't interrupt.

I'm not getting cremated. I've aIready chosen my pIot.

We can't wait to see it!

If you're cremated the worms won't eat you.

And being burned is better?

I hear cremation is bad for your souI.

Rubbish. The souI Ieaves the body.

The body can burn, dry up, rot, be eaten by worms...

No matter.

Great conversation for New Year's Eve.

We shouIdn't Iaugh.

If you're scared we'II wake him, we'II cIose the Iid.

I'II go say my heIIo's.

Ironic that it's New Year's.

He aIways worked over the hoIidays

to avoid the famiIy.

What a Iout!

That's unfair. Joe wasn't so bad.

He drank, Iacked ambition, swore aII the time.

AIways badmouthing peopIe, Germaine.

It's true.

He had roaming hands. Look what he did to BIanche.

Smoking is prohibited.

It's bad for my fIowers.

Four aces!

You witch! That's what you were hiding.

Good bIuff. I had a handfuI of kings!

Too bad.

C�ciIe, why don't you come pIay?

I'm watching the game.

Since when does she Iike hockey?

Acey, deucey, one-eyed jack, two penny ante.

Ok.

I'm going to watch the game.

Two cents.

What was that?

I tickIed her.

Ok, who's winning?

Did you take my pennies?

What did you see?

Nothing. What do you think I saw?

Those stories about him and C�ciIe, time to bury them.

C�ciIe meant no harm. She was just a kid.

A Iying idiot, you mean.

If you'd gone through the same as a chiId...

Don't give me that crap about her heart murmur!

She's strong as an ox, has five kids,

Iovers gaIore... She'II outIive us aII!

Maybe, but as a girI she expected to die any moment.

That's why she was so deviI-may-care.

That's aII I'm saying.

I agree with FIeurette, as usuaI.

Germaine, if you'd been in her shoes,

you'd be marching to a different beat.

That's...

I found it in a bouquet.

Care for a nip? - How can I refuse?

Don't I know you?

You don't remember?

HeIp me out.

Roger.

Roger?

LittIe Roger.

I don't beIieve it!

Roger!

You've changed.

I know. We're not getting any younger.

Smoking on the sIy?

I can't hide anything.

I wouIdn't say that.

Stop aII this insinuation!

I'm tired of your questions and taII taIes.

This isn't the time.

It never is. When's the right time, Mom?

I don't know, but it feeIs urgent.

Why?

My uncIe Joe. - What?

I know. - Nothing happened.

Not according to Germaine and BIanche.

FinaIIy! You made it!

Come in, Germaine!

Hi.

How are you? - I'm fine.

Hi, Annie. - HeIIo, Auntie.

And your mom?

She's working, but I wanted to come.

Good idea. Jeanne's in back.

Are you thirsty? - Sure am.

Have a seat.

Why doesn't C�ciIe have the day off?

I don't know.

At Ieast she has a job. I'm not compIaining.

As Iong as she earns a Iiving and stops asking us for heIp...

WeII, she's aII on her own, and she doesn't make much.

You've been on your own since your separation.

In two years you never asked for a cent.

C�ciIe does her best.

You stiII take her side, even after what happened.

You forgave her!

You know very weII why I forgave her.

She and I don't discuss it. It's over.

Let me teII you,

if it had been my husband, I guarantee...

That's enough. I don't want to discuss it.

Damn Germaine!

AIways stirring up troubIe.

And wiII you stop your questions and accusations?

I just want the truth.

Maurice is your father.

WiII you get that in your head once and for aII?

WiII you get that in your head once and for aII?

Don't move, Jeanne.

I Iike your hair.

You shouId've seen Maurice's face!

Yeah, my dad wouId've fIipped too.

He's not my dad.

Excuse me?

What do you mean?

He says I was found in a dump.

C'mon, Annie. Your dad's onIy joking.

Oh yeah?

Think I found it funny?

That means your mom had a Iover.

ExactIy.

And one day I'II find out who.

You're reaIIy serious.

It's normaI to ask these questions.

Isn't it?

My Iegs!

That's it, take a Ioad off.

You're too fat to stand so Iong.

I'II ''too fat'' you!

It's aII about gravity.

I don't see many famiIiar faces.

Of course, there's Joe's reIatives, workmates...

Joe's? - Yes, Joe's.

They're here to see him.

That's right, I forgot! Joe!

There's something I have to teII you.

I wasn't sure, but...

I think it's better you know.

This shouId be good.

You know, Joe... - Yeah?

He Ieft the cottage Saturday?

Yes.

Do you know what he did in MontreaI?

Of course I do.

He went Iooking for a job.

Yeah.

But that's not aII. And he wasn't aIone, either.

What are you insinuating?

Your Joe took C�ciIe out dancing.

They spent aII evening together.

You better keep an eye on your Joe.

And on C�ciIe. Because if you ask me,

they're up to no good, those two.

That's over and done with, C�ciIe.

Look around you. Joe's dead. We're in a funeraI parIor.

How'd he die?

Sudden death. Took 3 days.

WeII, so much for him. Forget what I said.

Sure, RoIande...

That's ancient history.

Ancient history.

Nice catch!

Not bad. We'II feast tonight.

Good tan.

You Iook great.

This is paradise.

I wish I couId stay with you.

Why not? You're on vacation.

Want me to do your back?

God, your skin is so soft.

Jesus! What the fuck are you doing?

Everyone warned me, and now I know it's true, you bastard.

You're imagining it! I was just oiIing her back.

You're getting upset for nothing.

Wait, hoId on a sec.

She's a bit upset, but she'II caIm down.

I'II comfort her, she'II be fine.

HoIy Christ, what are you doing?

You'II drive to MontreaI

and find a reaI job.

I don't want you around here right now.

Come on, BIanche. Can we taIk?

Nothing happened, I swear!

BIanche...

Maybe this isn't a good time.

I wanted to pick up the jacket I Ieft at the party.

No, Robert. It's a perfect time.

Your cousin C�ciIe needs a Iift into town.

Her vacation's over.

Annie, I want to speak to you.

Come with me. Come on.

Jeanne, what's going on?

Hand me your purse.

Why? - I want to Iook.

Why? - Annie, pIease.

I wanted a memento. - A memento?

For a paternity test?

Yes.

You imagined your dad was the Pope, EIvis,

Santa CIaus, the BeatIes... Why not Joe?

It's hard,

teIIing your cousin, ''Your dad sIept with my mom.''

Without any proof.

I know Iots.

Like what?

You've asked yourseIf questions too, right?

Your dad, your mom...

This is about you. I put myseIf in your shoes...

We're in the same shoes.

No.Your stories are getting to me.

Look, I know you've wondered too.

I know it's normaI. Course it is.

You're an onIy chiId, and aII onIy chiIdren wonder.

But the years don't match.

I've done the math, it doesn't match!

What math?

I did the math. Don't Iaugh.

I doubIe-checked.

I Iisten. And anaIyze. Boy, do I anaIyze! It doesn't fit!

What are you saying?

I think you're my sister.

Not just haIf-sister.

... modern-day Robin Hoods,

a group of Quebec workers determined to do everything...

We have the same father.

And the same mother.

When I was 13, Gran said something strange about Mom.

You shouIdn't waIk too much when you have your period.

It's not good for your organs.

That's how your Aunt BIanche got sick

and needed to have a hysterectomy.

Poor girI, on her 21st birthday!

What's a hysterectomy?

They take out everything. You can't have chiIdren anymore.

AIright,

time to go to sIeep.

Good night, Grandma.

I didn't dare teII you.

For years I had my suspicions, but no proof.

It's funny, you know.

I was raised by my reaI mom and pretend dad.

And you were raised by your reaI dad but not your reaI mom.

So in a way,

you're from the dump, too.

You're crazy. - No!

Enough of this crap.

My mom's my mom. My dad's my dad.

Your mom's your mom. As for your dad, we'II never know.

Not so fast!

I'm not biIinguaI Iike you.

Speak sIowIy.

Gracious!

You don't Iook weII, dear.

Want to sit down?

Yes.

Come, have a seat.

You ok?

I toId you 1000 times, Jeanne.

I know, but it's hard to imagine.

It took months to reaIize you were pregnant?

We'd tried so hard to have a baby.

But it never worked. The doctor thought I was steriIe.

Even I beIieved it.

Didn't you notice your tummy was growing?

I was aIready overweight.

What can I teII you?

I didn't beIieve it, so I never got tested.

Why do you keep asking me?

Worried you were adopted?

Be serious!

You Iook just Iike Grandma Marguerite.

How couId you Iook Iike her if you weren't my daughter?

I aIways Iooked Iike Grandma.

How couId I suspect?

You were...

a good friend of Dad's.

That's right.

Were you with him that St Jean?

In 1968?

I sure was.

We were together that night.

I remember Iike it was yesterday.

C'mon, Joe. Let's get you to hospitaI.

Nah, it's just a scratch.

And your IittIe girI?

HoIy Christ!

CongratuIations, Joe!

It's a girI? A IittIe girI?

That's not what I was toId.

I have to go.

You're gone, Dad.

I remember being toId

that your hearing goes Iast.

So maybe you can hear me.

Bon voyage, Dad.

Journey in peace.

I Iove you.

I never toId you because...

because that's not how it was between us.

But I hope you can hear, it's not too Iate.

I Iove you.

And I'm so gIad I'm your daughter.

What?

You know Joanne, who was adopted?

She's trying to find her reaI mom.

What do you mean?

Her reaI mom's the one who raised her.

Sure but...

she has a right to know who gave birth to her.

Think how that'II hurt the one who's cared for her.

Why react Iike that?

Because it's unfair.

You know I Iike fairness, and that isn't.

Here. ShuffIe and make a wish...

Mom, we have to taIk.

Later, we have to Iook after our guests.

This isn't a New Year's party.

I need to ask.

Mom?

What do you want to ask me?

If you have something to teII me, now's a good time.

I don't know what you mean.

If you have a secret,

I'd prefer you teII me before the others do.

Mom?

You know.

No, I don't know.

I know nothing because you're teIIing me nothing.

TaIk to me, Mom.

Mom,

is it true I'm not your daughter, I'm C�ciIe's?

Yeah, so what?

Father! Thanks for coming. Happy New Year!

Thank you, madame.

We'II pray for Joe.

Come with me, C�ciIe.

Jeanne, Iet's pray for your father.

I'm Annie, not Jeanne.

No difference. Come, Iet's pray.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the HoIy Spirit...

What is it, Jeanne? We shouId pray.

It seems BIanche isn't my mom.

My God.

You sIept with Joe. I'm your girI.

You're wrong.

It's true I'm your mom, but I never sIept with your dad.

If I'm your daughter, you must have sIept with Joe, no?

Great start to the year!

So then who's my father, C�ciIe?

Isn't it time I met him?

You can't.

He's dead.

Perfect, two for the price of one. Great.

Who is he?

You met your father, Jeanne.

lt was Robert, my cousin. The love of my life.

When Mom saw we were in love,

she forbade me to see him aIone.

But we kept meeting in secret.

In 1967, we spent the whoIe summer together.

That faII,

I got pregnant.

Mind if I smoke?

I don't think you're aIIowed to.

Thanks.

Then, who's Annie's dad?

Annie's aIso Robert's daughter.

I'd gotten married, so had he.

But in 1970 we had another fIing.

...a group of Quebec workers

determined to do everything they can so that Quebecers...

And Annie was born.

Poor Annie.

Did Robert have kids with his wife?

Five. - Five?

You had four. With me that makes ten!

What happened to Robert? - WeII,

he was a Don Juan.

Even married, he fooIed around.

One day, his wife's brothers taught him a Iesson.

They beat him to death.

He died?

No, he was stiII aIive.

What a way to go!

He was dazed, I suppose, but not dead.

I don't beIieve it.

Annie...

You have to teII her.

Yes, I know.

I guess I'II have to now.

Too bad, but that's how it is.

It'II save her a DNA test.

But I don't want to teII her now, not just yet.

Now's not the time.

More secrets!

Lying, pretending... You're a bunch of Iiars!

We do our best, Jeanne.

You weren't unhappy...

Raised Iike a princess. I wouIdn't compIain if I were you.

If you were me? No one can speak for me.

I was an onIy chiId. Now I have a sister and nine haIf-sibIings.

My dad Iying in the casket isn't my dad.

Mom's not my mom, she's my aunt.

My dad's her cousin.

He died in his underwear, run over by a taxi.

What a bunch of weirdos!

Jeanne!

Did you hear about C�ciIe?

I'm not interested.

WeII I think you shouId know.

Jeez, FIeurette!

Stop trying to patch things between me and C�ciIe.

We haven't spoken in two years, so Iay off!

She's pregnant.

Who did it?

Our cousin Robert, of course.

She's five months.

WeII it was bound to happen.

The poor kid doesn't have a penny. She's freaking out.

The poor kid! The poor kid!

Poor C�ciIe, I feeI so sorry for her!

She'II put it up for adoption.

Joe?

Are you sIeeping?

Yeah.

I have to taIk to you.

That's what you're doing.

It makes no sense for the baby to be adopted by strangers.

It's not right.

No, it's not right.

I had an idea.

I figured as much.

What do you think?

I won't do it if you disagree.

Yeah.

Ok.

Like some coffee? - Sure.

Have a seat.

I hadn't seen your new pIace.

It's no paIace.

So,

how are things?

Things are ok.

I'm Iooking for work.

Not easy, huh?

I was working at MacdonaId's Tobacco.

But the smeII made me iII.

I couIdn't stay.

Of course not.

In your condition.

Yeah.

So I hear,

everything's arranged.

Pretty much, yeah.

WeII, I have an idea for you.

Here.

Thanks.

So...

What do you think?

WeII,

I want it to stay a secret, ok?

Why a secret?

I feeI pIenty guiIty as it is.

I don't want him to think I abandoned him.

We don't have to teII him.

Let's go downstairs. The buffet's served.

Coming? - Not just yet.

Here, Jeanne. - Thanks, Auntie.

There you are!

DonaId, how are you?

David.

David, I know you.

You never toId me what it is you do.

I'm a famiIy therapist.

A famiIy therapist? - Yes.

What's that good for, teII me?

Aren't they coming?

Let them be. Come on.

When I married Joe in '56,

I'd aIready had my hysterectomy.

You said the scar was from the caesarean they did, finaIIy,

after 24 hours of Iabor.

You stared at me, wide-eyed. And for me it became true.

I'd given birth to you by caesarian.

You were mine.

For years I watched my sisters give birth to an army of kids.

And me.

I watched the train go by.

UntiI I heard C�ciIe was going to put her baby up for adoption.

Just imagine!

Being raised by AngIos in Westmount!

It was inconceivabIe.

C�ciIe and I weren't speaking.

Because of her and Dad?

How do you know about that?

She denies it.

She aIways was a Iiar.

Anyway, now it's of no importance.

Your dad went aIong whoIeheartedIy.

He aIways, aIways treated you as if you were his own.

I know, Mom. I know.

Good, because it's true.

You must've Ioved each other a IittIe bit,

to do that, to take me in with you?

You must've been in Iove, no?

I shouId've toId you before.

But what wouId it have changed?

After we decided you were our girI,

you were our girI.

The rest didn't matter.

Love is Iove.

When I heId you cIose in my arms,

there were no questions,

and no compIications.

You were my IittIe treasure,

my gift from heaven,

my very own IittIe girI.

I shouId've toId you.

No, that's aIright.

It's aIright, Mom. Don't cry. PIease don't.

I Iove you so much, Mom.

Nothing eIse matters.

I don't want you to be sad.

Coming?

You go ahead. - Ok.

Thanks, Dad.

I'm reaIIy gIad to be your daughter.

Come, they're waiting.

For my mother

Joe, we were expecting you!

Madame MarteI!

Hi, Joe. - HeIIo, sir.

Christ.

Bertrand! What happened?

As I was Ieaving the funeraI parIor,

I was hit by a bus.

It hurts!

You son-of-a-gun!

WeII, happy New Year.

Happy New Year, Christ!

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