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It's 6:04 a.m., Thursday, September 26th.

Great day to tune in, welcome…

VAL-DES-CHUTES, QUEBEC FALL 2019

THE NIGHT MADELEINE DIED

Did you have a bad dream?

No.

Dear New Yorker…

QUEBECER HEADED TO GLOBAL CONFERENCE ON EMBALMING

MIREILLE LAROUCHE, A LOCAL WOMAN,

WILL GIVE THE OPENING SPEECH AT THE CONFERENCE.

Mom?

Mom?

Wind gusts of up to 90 kilometers per hour,

so keep an eye on that patio furniture!

We can already feel the cold front coming in.

It will mostly affect southern regions this evening

and move north overnight.

So strong winds this evening and overnight.

Heavy rain for the Matagami, Chibougamau and Manicouagan corridor,

nearly 50 millimeters…

I'd say you're up early, but with this racket…

Oh, well…

Guess you're used to it.

How's Maddy handling being back home?

We didn't really get a chance to talk about it.

I think she's happy to have her photos and things around.

But coming home to Joe Blow renovating to sell the second you croak…

But what are you gonna do, right?

Right. I gotta pick up my brother's daughter.

-Hey, Denis. -Yeah?

The boys found this earlier.

What's that?

We didn't wanna throw it out, you know.

It was buried four feet deep!

I said: "Hold up! Could belong to Denis or his brothers."

"Even his sister, who knows?"

Think Mireille might've left this behind?

Never seen this before.

-Thanks. -You got it.

-Bye! -You got it.

Marie-Soleil!

Imma to throw that goddamn stereo out the window!

Turn it down!

Oh my God! Shut up.

What's with you this morning?

Goddammit!

So, a hate crime took place outside City Hall early this morning.

Authorities believe it was an act of retaliation,

as it happened at the base of a flagpole holding the Pride flag,

which was lit on fire around 5:00 a.m.

The flag had been raised less than 24 hours ago!

-Baptism by fire, or what! -Oh, Martin!

Now for the latest in sports…

Marie-Soleil! Final warning!

Turn it off and come drink your smoothie. Uncle Denis is on his way.

New look, princess?

-Ugh! Don't call me that. -Marie-Soleil, your smoothie!

-Good morning. -Good morning!

Jesus, it's cold!

-Between that and a slap in the face… -I'll take the slap, actually.

At least it stops there. No fighting.

-Give her this, will you? -Sure.

Don't worry, Chantal. You're not alone.

Sonia's in it too with the girls.

They eat shit all day long, then hurl it back on you.

How are the girls doing?

Good. I'm getting them soon!

Around Thanksgiving.

Yeah. Over there, though, so I'll have to drive.

To Moncton? She's nuts!

Nah, I'll enjoy it, actually. I like a long drive.

Listen, Chantal, I don't know how to say this.

You're the first person I've told.

I'll tell Julien myself, but…

the doctor came by yesterday, and Maddy…

It's a matter of days.

According to the results, so…

I'm sorry, Denis.

-Yep. No more miracles! -Yeah.

-I'm helping Elliot settle in later. -What?

Yeah, first apartment.

That's today?

Yeah, they're letting him out to see his mom.

That's great!

Now, that makes me happy.

See? It's gonna be a good day. I can feel it!

Fingers crossed!

It's gonna be a good one!

-One day at a time. Hang in there. -Yep!

So, she hasn't got much left?

What?

Time, Grandma.

She hasn't got much left?

Your dad will explain everything when he gets home tonight.

Okay, sweetie?

ENJOY YOUR CLASS, BABY. YOU'LL BE BACK FOR DINNER?

YES

Borduas calls for a world centered on disalienating creativity,

the only means of liberating

men annihilated by their oppressors.

So, this notion of liberation

through unrestrained creation,

almost anarchistic, violent,

is seen in these Borduas paintings.

It's defocalized, apolitical,

"all-over composition,"

as critic Clement Greenberg would say.

Yet, we don't quite believe Borduas' disengagement.

Look here.

These parallel red lines against a pure white background.

The left line…

Yes?

Mr. Larouche?

Mr. Larouche, do you have a question or comment?

You're standing.

Have I upset you, perhaps?

No, sorry. I'm fine.

Okay.

Well, I think this barbarity…

Happy birthday, Elliot

CONGRATULATIONS

How are you feeling this morning?

Good.

Good?

Well, Michel, good…

Proud? I'm definitely proud.

EXPRESS YOURSELF!

Well…

I didn't really think…

I'd get this far.

Actually,

I don't think I've ever felt this good.

No, this feeling of pride is…

I don't know.

I haven't done anything in life.

Haven't built anything, accomplished anything.

I mean, guy's 30 and still lives with his mom,

who pays for his clothes, groceries…

So the pride I'm feeling,

it's new for me.

Elliot…

You know Marcel and I recommended to grant you leave, not discharge.

But given the circumstances,

and because your brothers need your help,

we can't keep you from your family at a time like this.

Even though a time like this

is a risk, for you.

Just like Vanessa is one, too.

No, that's over. I'm done with that, trust me.

-For real. -These are tough times ahead, Elliot.

It's only human to think about someone like her,

who understands you, doesn't judge.

But…

knowing she's missed the last two meetings.

And with Maddy's death…

Well, impending death,

it's just a lot.

You're fragile, Elliot.

You can be strong, and fragile too.

How's Julien handling all this?

It's been…

what, five, six years since he's come to a meeting.

Julien's not drinking anymore. Or using. He's clean.

It's gonna be 12 years, actually.

Yeah.

He's gone back to school.

Think it gives him something to hold onto.

How's he dealing with your mother's illness?

Julien's always been her favorite, so…

It's hitting him hard, I guess.

But Chantal's there, as always.

Keeps him calm, levels with him.

I trust her. Everyone trusts Chantal, actually.

She's kind of like the backbone of the family.

Keeps us from collapsing.

Helps us…

walk straight.

But Denis is the one who keeps us all together.

Always there fixing something, making sure everyone gets along.

Denny, big Denis.

He's always taken care of me.

We're brothers, sure, but he's the father I never had.

A father to all of us, actually.

I think my mom…

I think she's gonna be proud to see me today.

And I'm grateful for that.

I'm thankful.

Thankful, because…

if I wasn't meant to leave today, I wouldn't.

What happens happens.

And we deal with the rest.

Fucking hell!

I'm having a smoke!

The fuck's with this wind!

Nicole?

Hello?

It's you, Mimi.

Mrs. Larouche, what are you doing?

What is it?

What is it?

Hold on.

Phone.

The phone? You want me to call Denis?

Denis? Julien?

Mrs. Larouche, I don't know what to do. I'll get you back to bed.

Nicole! Wait, don't move.

Mrs. Larouche? How'd you get all the way over here?

I want to call…

I have to talk to…

I want to make a call.

-I'm calling Denis. -Jean!

No, no, not Denis, not Julien.

Not Julien, not Julien…

Not Julien.

Jesus!

Who do you need to talk to, Mrs. Larouche?

You must've really missed this.

What?

This. Eating junk.

I've been eating junk for 120 days, so not really.

-C'mere. -Denis!

I'm happy to see you!

-You don't need to do that! -What?

Come on, I'm allowed to touch you.

Not like that, it's lame.

Fuck off! I can touch my own brother!

By the way…

CONGRATS! YOU OUT?

Fucking Vanessa…

DELETE CONTACT

This yours?

Boys found it digging in the yard.

Figured it was ours.

Well, yours or Julien's. I've never seen that thing before.

Never seen it either. It ain't mine.

Must be Julien's, then.

Mr. Larouche, do you have a minute?

What did I do?

Nothing.

Sorry about earlier. I was in my head.

I'd rather you were in my class.

I'm teasing you, Mr. Larouche.

So, Julien, I really liked your essay.

Well done, really.

-Thank you. -Very well done.

Your exploration recalls Charge of the Moose, of course.

But then the protagonist you created,

that baseball player, hometown hero, who sacrifices himself

to defend his half-man, half-fox buddy.

It's original.

Where did that come from?

Nowhere. It's just an assignment.

Yes, of course.

Have a good weekend, Mr. Larouche.

Actually, I…

I played when I was younger. Baseball.

Yeah, I figured.

Let's just say life's shit these days.

I'm so stressed out.

They're gonna bury the mother and dump me in the next grave.

-You don't beat world hunger, girl. -Yeah, well…

With Maddy dying and all.

And I love Maddy.

But we just don't know anymore.

Is it over, is it not over?

The worst.

God.

That family's had it rough.

I've been around 20 years, they haven't got a single break.

You keep this to yourself, huh, Karine?

I know you know, but…

It's just that with all their problems,

we always come last.

Marie-Soleil, Julien, me.

I'm here too!

Of course you are.

With my surprise party in four days…

I won't make a fuss, but I hope someone still cares!

Girl, please!

Not to be self-centered, but…

Hey, you're coming, right?

-Whole gang's coming! -Good.

-Been practicing my song for weeks. -Shush!

It's all taken care of: bar, guest list, DJ.

It's been booked for months, paid in full.

It's still a surprise if I'm not surprised, right?

Of course.

I just want everything to be perfect.

But nothing's ever perfect, right?

I haven't seen Julien at Al-Anon in ages.

How is he?

You're gonna tell me your name?

You know my name.

It's Crystal.

Sure. And I'm Pablo.

You know we can't tell our names, Julien.

But I've seen you three times now.

Yeah.

Carole.

I'm Carole. Not as chic, eh?

I like Carole.

She's a Josianne, the girl?

Close.

Marie-Soleil.

Ah, Marie-Soleil.

Well, that one's a Chantal.

You got sad eyes.

We're all sad.

I didn't say you were sad.

I said, "You got sad eyes."

I'm just…

I've been stressed lately.

My little brother's out of rehab. My mom's dying.

So I don't feel like being nice

and having someone look me in the eye when we're fucking,

messing with my head.

Yeah.

But she looks nice.

And she's pretty.

I'm gonna sound like the biggest asshole, but…

it's like I respect her too much to fuck her.

So, you don't respect me?

Relax.

I'm kidding.

I don't take that stuff personally.

It's not that I don't respect you.

It's that I don't know you.

And you don't know me.

And that's how I like it.

I'll get it for you, Mrs. Larouche, but you don't move, okay?

1991…

PERSONAL FAMILY

GOODYEAR

GOODYEAR AND LAROUCHE HEAD TO REGIONAL FINALS

THE PILGRIMS WIN PROVINCIALS

MADELEINE LAROUCHE ELECTED SCHOOL BOARD PRESIDENT

CATCHER OVERLOOKED AT US TRYOUTS "WE FEEL FOR JULIEN"

GOODYEAR DROPPED BY PILGRIMS AFTER MISCONDUCT

GASTON GOODYEAR CLOSES SHOP

WHITE ISLANDS SCHOOL BOARD THANKS MADDY

LAROUCHE DROPS OUT OF MAYORAL RACE

"I'M QUITTING PUBLIC LIFE"

STOP

There, there. It's all right, dear.

Elliot?

I think you got here just in time.

Fucking move!

Move!

Fuck!

I'm ashamed.

-I'm ashamed of your brother. -Ashamed?

Your brother…

Yes?

I'm ashamed of your brother.

Calm down. I'm here. I'm here, Mom. Calm down.

What beautiful hair!

Yeah, I changed it.

Yeah.

I didn't think you'd like it.

That's my baby. Right here.

My baby, Elliot.

Did you reach Denis?

Denis is at the work site.

It can't be.

It can't…

It can't be.

Here comes the rain again!

-So? -Well, look…

TWENTY-EIGHT YEARS EARLIER

-Well, it was fine! -Oh, stop!

How much? I'm a numbers gal.

Monique, I want to propose a toast.

Hang on, let me top up.

Okay! To your next campaign!

To us, darling. To us.

Do you know how Leclerc looked at me tonight?

That pig needs to shut up!

Like I was an insect.

I'm telling you, they're scared of me, my friend.

-Of course they are! -They're scared.

Maddy, how much?

They think… Well, $34,000.

$34,000!

I know!

That's some nice campaign posters, right there!

I want them everywhere, honey!

They think my allure… I loathe that word.

Loathe it too!

Comes from my fancy clothes, my smile, the whole shebang.

-I listen to people. -I know.

-I have ideas. -I know!

And they're ready, Mo. They are.

They're ready for a woman, a leader.

-They're ready for-- -A country!

-No, no. -Yes.

No, not a country, but a language,

one that's well-spoken, well-written and protected.

Yes, and that's what the Bloc is for.

They want a rich, independent province!

-Come on! -But Maddy, that's you!

Jean Lapierre, honey-bunny,

some wishy-washy existentialist!

And Jean Chrétien is better?

A diction class in Ottawa, am I reaching for the stars!

I oughta scrub that mouth out with Irish Spring!

As long as you scrub it in French, honey!

-French fries, again! -Pierre, really?

You oughta learn to tell them no.

They won't sleep a wink with that sodium bomb!

We were driving by Mo's shack. I didn't pay last time.

Liar!

-Very nutritious. -Logan!

Can you still throw after those five weiners?

Our boys gotta lot to be proud of, don't they?

Aren't they handsome?

With the draft coming up this summer, you running for mayor,

we sure got a lot of candles to light.

So, tell me, what's this about

Mimi going into Mrs. Lagarde's house in the middle of the night?

That's just gossip, isn't it?

Beats me.

A whim, some idea.

She wanted to see "what the neighbor's house was like."

-Oh, come on! -I know!

Got sick of that wallpaper of yours, didn't she?

If we have to redecorate to keep the kids in bed,

we'll die paying that mortgage!

Don't worry about it, Maddy.

Kids do dumb things. We all did!

-I know. -Then we grow up!

Your girl's gonna stay tightly tucked,

our boys are headed for the American leagues.

Wham! Bam! Thank you Ma'am!

Oh God! Time for bed.

Logan!

Bye, Monique! See you tomorrow!

Bye, Logan!

Julien, come here, sweet boy!

I'm here, Mom.

Mom, I'm here.

No.

Not you.

Not you.

CAN YOU SEND ME VANESSA'S NUMBER, PLEASE?

GIVING BIRTH AFTER 40

"ELLIOT IS MY LAST CHANCE, A NEW BEGINNING."

ANYWAY

Kill him!

Julien?

There's an issue with the body.

Julien! Stop! You don't even have an umbrella!

What the fuck were you thinking?

Why did you call her?

You could've told me!

You knew it would happen. What world are you living in?

Fuck off, Chantal!

Hell no! You don't speak to me that way!

Julien! Wait!

Hi, Julien.

We don't have to talk.

We don't even have to look at each other.

But I'm embalming Mom's body.

Subtitle translation by: Elisabeth Gillies & Xavier Dolan