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"A LIAR IS ALWAYS LAVISH OF OATHS."

WINTER 1992

Who is it today?

Goodyear…

No, fuck, Larouche.

Sorry, man, I'm spinning.

The mayor.

Well, not the mayor, but you know. Whatever.

Fucking pothead!

You're on drinks. I'm fucking fried, yo.

But a mayor died, right?

No, moron. She's not a mayor.

That's what I'm saying.

She wanted to be mayor.

It's her husband's funeral.

She's my cousin's friend's mom.

Their story's fucked up. It's sad.

Yeah, his sister, the not-mayor's daughter…

Yeah.

…she was abused by the Pilgrims' little hotshot.

-Logan Goodyear? -Yes, sir!

So he raped her?

Where the fuck have you been, man? On vacation?

The girl's all fucked up now.

Her brother calls my cousin every two minutes to get blow.

And on December 24th, at exactly midnight,

the dad died of a heart attack.

Merry Christmas, motherfuckers!

They say it was a heart attack.

But I'd put my money on the girl.

What, she killed him?

Why not? That family's fucking loco.

So fasten your seatbelt, bro. Shit's about to get real.

My father was a generous man, fair.

Most of you will remember his smile,

his eyes.

Few will talk about his voice, his laugh,

his pleasantries.

Some things only existed for us.

And though it may be selfish, I'm glad.

Those moments of joy, those happy or unhappy memories

belong to us and us alone.

Well-spoken young man. A true golden-tongue.

He gets it from his mother.

You might think violence and death will destroy us.

But maybe they'll bring us together.

I'm thinking of my mother, my brothers, Denis and Elliot, my sister.

The remaining five of us.

Dad, your death is a tragedy,

but we'll continue to live in the light and truth

you taught us.

That's it.

You spoke beautifully, young man. It's just terrible.

But the Lord has his reasons.

We have to have faith, Mrs. Sauvé. Thank you.

You're lucky to have such a brave young man

to help you through this, honey.

-Got a boner, yet? -Mimi!

Don't call me that.

It's your fucking name. What do you want me to do?

Mimi's for the ones I love.

I'm sorry for your loss, Julien.

Thanks, Chantal.

Thanks for coming all this way, Mrs. Gladu.

Chantal insisted on coming.

My condolences.

-Sorry for your loss, Mireille. -Thanks, Chantal.

Mom doesn't want a scene. Just try to be decent.

Decent?

-Decent, Julien? -Yes, decent, Mimi.

It's Mireille to you, okay?

You're loud, Mireille!

So? I'm sad too, even if I didn't write a fancy speech.

You sound crazy, Mireille.

So do you. Funny, huh?

Fucking hell!

Let go of me!

Shut up!

-Let go! -Fuck off, okay?

-Let go! -Calm down.

Are you crazy?

Have you both gone crazy?

Can't you think of anyone but yourselves?

Give me a moment of respite?

Even just for today?

You just lost your father.

And I just lost my husband.

Isn't that enough? You have got to make it worse?

Feed the rumors?

Get it together, children, because I've had it with these histrionics.

Your father's death may have bought you some time, Mireille,

but you're starting boarding school in September.

And for you, Julien Larouche,

military school is always an option.

Because if this keeps up,

I'm putting you two on a bus next fall, end of story.

Are we clear?

I don't know what I did to deserve this, really.

-I don't know what we did to deserve this. -It's a misunderstanding.

We'll call the notary. He made a mistake.

It's not a mistake. Made him super discomfortable.

"Uncomfortable," not "discomfortable." You said it four times.

Sorry, but…

Anyway, we can't let it get to us.

I got enough on my plate with Chantal's surprise party.

They can't take away the cottage and house without giving us an explanation!

A 15-YEAR-OLD BRUTALLY BATTERED

WITNESS: "I WAS SCARED TO DEATH!"

I said let me handle it!

For now, it's business as usual.

You pick up your girls. You have your date.

-Shit idea, by the way. -It's not a date, prick!

And I'll deal with Chantal's party.

Was that necessary?

It's been booked for months. It'll get our mind off things.

My mom's dead and I gotta hear Chantal sing

with her high school besties?

Elementary school too. A whole mix.

I'm expensing this.

It was a joke.

I gotta take a piss.

Yep. In this.

7:30, date's over, I'm taking you home.

Okay, Romeo?

THE NIGHT CHANTAL UNDERSTOOD

FALL 1992

Okay, give me that, Marcy. You're hogging it.

It's literally been two seconds, Nancy.

Guys, check this out!

Girls, you're not listening. This stuff's important!

You're into milk caps now, after your old spoon collection?

Not sure I can have that at my birthday party.

They're not just milk caps, Nancy. They're Pogs.

My dad works at Stampac, and they get 150 calls a week.

They're huge in the States.

Who gives a shit? They're worthless.

No, you're worthless.

Out of socks to jerk off into?

Nah, I used them all.

What are you doing at 11, tonight? I know a nice shack in the woods.

Study period's begun, girls!

Come on, now!

Miss Larouche!

Miss Larouche!

Come on, Marcy. We know you never did it.

At least I don't fuck my cousin, Nancy.

Your problem, Nancy, is you'll miss out in five years.

You know, when it's okay to fuck anything that moves.

Bitch!

You shut those pure little ears, Mireille.

She's so stuck up.

I fucking got you, girl!

Asshole.

Come on, let's go.

How old are you again?

No more talking.

NEW MESSAGE FROM JIM

I SEE YOU HAVE "SPECIAL" INTERESTS. WHAT ARE YOU COMFORTABLE WITH?

Ground cinnamon.

And cinnamon sticks.

That's with sugar.

When it's hard, it's more for desserts?

What's savory?

-What? -What's savory?

Elli, you're talking about spices.

Get them all and decide later.

-I'm not gonna… -Jesus!

I have the cinnamon.

But not in sticks.

You've seen a ghost?

No, it's co… It's cooco…

Coo-coo?

-What the heck. -Yes, indeed.

Sorry, it's just that my mother died.

Just happened.

-Yeah, so… -Shit.

Yeah, I'm kind of…

I'm out of it. Got a lot to deal with.

My little brother is doing his first groceries.

And my girlfriend's surprise party tomorrow.

It's planned, anyway. So, yeah, big week.

Listen…

I don't do this often, but if you need to talk,

get some perspective…

-Yeah. -About everything.

Otherwise, see you in class.

Yeah, probably.

If all goes well, I'll be there.

I'm sorry for your loss.

-Take care. -Thanks.

So do I get the savory?

Gimme a minute!

Sorry, I'm at the store with Elli. What's up?

Just what I needed! Perfect timing.

Tell your father the nice things you said.

Just in time for her mom's birthday, a nice early present.

Go on, tell him.

Don't laugh at me!

-Chantal. -Julien!

I don't know what this is about, Chantal.

What did you do?

Marie-Soleil, answer.

-We're listening. -What did you do?

EXCITED FOR TONIGHT!

Last chance!

Three, two, one I'm telling him.

The kid who got roughed up…

Beaten, practically to death.

His brother's in your daughter's class.

Our little poet told him: "The fag got what he deserved."

Nice, isn't it?

You're such a drama queen!

I said he asked for it, not "deserved it."

You should've said so, Your Highness!

They shouldn't've kicked you out.

We were wrong: your mother, the school…

You deserve a thank you!

So your sister got kicked out of her fancy school?

None of your business, Lemieux.

My cousin said she got busted at the convent.

Doing stuff that wasn't very Catholic.

Shut up!

None of my business.

Everyone knows, idiot.

Look, I wouldn't blame Mireille.

I'd go nuts too if my neighbor raped me.

He didn't rape her.

Mister Man came out of nowhere and put a stop to it.

I don't wanna talk about it, okay?

It's in the past.

Don't touch me.

Well, in the past…

My cousin ran into Logan in Montebello, near Ottawa.

Oh yeah? Where's that?

Up your ass. He just said near Ottawa.

So he's living there?

Yeah, I think it's been, like, a year.

My dad handled the move.

No one in town would go near that.

And your dad's proud of that?

My dad says better rape than murder.

Your dad is missing a few teeth, and a few marbles.

He's not exactly a prophet.

Shut the fuck up, dickhead.

Your dad's dick is so soft, your momma had to adopt you.

What you did was wrong.

You know it was wrong, right?

There will be consequences. Believe you me.

You gonna send me to some field in Africa?

Now that's an idea! Why not?

In some countries, they'd toss you in jail.

Stone you for what you did.

Do you think that's what we're fighting for?

What I fought for? What your grandmother fought for?

Why she left her husband, who…

I'm speaking!

…who came home every night and forbade her from talking.

No radio nor TV.

She had to keep quiet because he had a headache.

That's why she left.

She moved into a studio with her two-year-old daughter.

So you'd get screwed in the woods by some bum.

He's not a bum!

He's funny. He makes me laugh.

And we weren't screwing. We were making love.

No, no, no, Mireille!

You don't make love at 14 years old in some shack in the woods

with someone you don't know from Adam!

It's not making love, it's getting screwed!

Stop talking! You don't have to talk.

Excuse me, but I drove five hours.

What did you expect?

That you'd take a nap, listen to your workman?

It's called a Walkman!

You're gonna listen to me, Mireille!

You'll put up with me until we get there, okay?

And talk to me.

You're gonna help me understand.

Because I'm at my wits' end.

I've tried everything.

-Yeah, and nothing worked. -No.

I know you're disappointed. I know you're ashamed.

I know everyone talks, and you don't know what to believe.

I know you're afraid I'll die and you don't love me.

I know all of that!

-Is that what you think? -Of course!

It's not my fault if people talk and I defend myself.

I didn't ask for any of this!

You just sat on a 15-year-old's bed, waiting for the sun to rise.

-Stop the car. -What?

Stop the fucking car or I'll make you crash!

I think we both said things we didn't mean.

But let's talk like adults.

You want to be treated like one.

-Mireille, stop! -Stop!

Wait! That's very dangerous!

I told you to stop the car! Stop!

Mireille!

Mireille! We're in the middle of nowhere!

Where are you gonna go?

If you wanted to fight for women,

you shouldn't have had kids!

If you hadn't had them, your daughter wouldn't have been raped.

It's not my fault, it's yours!

Fucking feminist!

All done?

Aside from a few details.

Like the polish.

Which I ordered. Her favorite.

They don't sell it here anymore.

You were still close?

Love your dress.

Oh my God. Thank you.

I'd rather you hear it from me.

I'm having dinner with your brother, Elliot, tonight.

We exchanged phone numbers, and that's it.

Just to be professional.

It's fine, Stéfanie.

Who's Logan Goodyear?

You're shitting me?

No, why?

I don't know everything. I'm the baby.

I mean, I've heard the name before.

It's just that…

'Cause Mom, the day she…

-The day she… -The day she died.

Yes?

She had a box full of…

articles and photos of you and Logan Godyear.

-Goodyear. -Who is he?

He was our neighbor.

You were too young.

He tried to rape our sister.

He ruined our lives.

That's too big.

Smaller.

Half of that. A quarter.

I wasn't done.

You're excited about tonight.

I can see it on your face.

She's perfect.

I feel like she's gonna…

She's gonna save you?

I need a girlfriend, Ju.

I need a goal, someone to impress.

You can't go down that road, Elli.

You can't bet everything on her.

-I'm not. -You'll ruin everything.

Mostly for yourself.

You didn't even last 24 hours.

-My mother's dead. -Mine is dead too.

You've been clean for 12 years. It's not the same.

That's what I'm trying to tell you when I say you're not ready.

I need…

I need someone inspiring.

I need to be inspired. I need to be touched.

Okay, now grind this up very, very fine.

Put it in here so it doesn't get lumpy.

I'll be right back.

Fucking piece of shit!

Don't fuck with me, you useless fucking piece of shit!

Why are you FaceTiming me?

Why are you FaceTiming me?

Ain't that a good start!

-No, but you can call me, Den. -No.

I can't call you, because…

the people who made the website

they're messing with me, am I right?

What?

What is it?

Denis, come on!

First, you're talking like a 75-year-old man.

And second, what are you wearing? My God!

You look like an old lady. What's with the glasses?

So what?

This ain't a fashion show. Who cares?

No, I'm trying to book tickets for the girls,

but this website is lousy, I swear.

Denis, I'll book them.

But send the money tonight. I'm serious.

Yes, absolutely.

But I'm warning you, the website's no good.

Yeah.

What? What did I do now?

How are you?

I'm fine.

What?

No, I…

With the glasses earlier and your smile,

I just had a flash of Maddy singing with her glasses.

Oh yeah? My Maddy?

When?

At Elliot's graduation.

Oh yeah. That was way back.

That old French song.

The woman could sing.

Hey, Denis, sorry, but I gotta go.

Yeah, all good. Me too. Thanks.

-We'll talk soon. -Yeah, good. Okay.

So that's the story of my life, I'd say.

I've always been the guy who…

You know, I'm just starting to be able to love myself.

I know I'm a good-looking guy.

And it's pretentious, but…

Is it pretentious, or what?

I don't think so, no.

Because you're smiling.

I'm smiling because I think you're charming.

Loving yourself is beautiful.

No, but you know, women in general,

in my experience,

they're all looking for a certain type of guy.

A beefy dude with a Maori tramp stamp who treats them like shit.

And I was raised by a single mother

who worked herself to the bone

to send her fat kid to art school.

So yeah, I'm fine with being a gentleman,

a chivalrous, sensitive man, name it.

But you won't be

too much of a gentleman tonight?

Right?

No, I think I can let loose a little,

under the right circumstances.

-To please you. -Thank you.

What do you do in life, Mireille?

I'm a thanatologist.

Embalmer.

Who are you embalming now?

I'm guessing you can't say.

Usually, no, but now I'm embalming my mother.

I'm sure it seems dark or morbid,

and that you're looking for a way out.

I'm definitely not looking for a way out.

I'm happy to be here.

You?

I'm happy to be here too.

I'll be even happier when you fuck me really hard

and call me a little bitch.

Shall we?

He's slow.

He can't do anything.

He doesn't get how to do his job.

Like I don't have anything better to do.

Finish up, get your stuff, and we're going for a drive.

Me?

Yes, you.

Why?

I'm gonna show you how to live.

Sorry.

I'm not used to this.

The rice…

No, 'cause I made it earlier, actually.

Good thing too, because I messed up the first batch.

Rice is so hard to make, for real.

Doing two things at once is already a lot for me.

If it makes you feel better, I grew up with three brothers.

So dudes who can't answer you because they're too focused on pissing,

I get it.

I'm listening. It's just…

I'm listening.

-So you… -This.

You just…

Sorry.

You just moved in, obviously.

Yeah, it's kind of…

No, it's normal. Takes time to get settled.

But you said you sleep at your brother's?

That's circumstantial?

-Circumstantial? -Yeah.

Yes, it's circumstantial. It is.

Now I gotta grab this. Move this for now.

It smells great.

Maybe I can help. You could do the patties…

No, don't lift a finger. You're my guest.

You're sure? Because…

Where the fuck are we?

Quit swearing, okay? It's not a good look for you.

Because I'm a girl?

Hello, Mrs. Bolduc. Is Étienne home?

Julien Larouche. My daughter, Marie-Soleil.

They had a disagreement at school.

You don't remember me, do you?

No. Sorry.

We went to school together.

Really? Get out of here!

But we were in different grades, so…

Oh, that's why.

But from what I remember,

the Larouche kids played rough.

It's in your daughter's blood.

But these days, we could've gone without.

Yes, absolutely.

Absolutely.

I think Marie-Soleil owes your son an apology,

and that's why we're here.

-Étienne, come here, sweetie. -I'll wait in the car.

Kill him!

Fuck!

Kill him!

So?

Kids are mean, you know.

You've heard that before?

I'm not mean.

Then why do you say mean things?

Maybe it's in my blood.

Look, you don't see the harm you're doing when you're young.

You want to be funny.

Sometimes, you just want to survive.

So you sacrifice things, people.

And that stays with you, Marie.

I don't know why I did it, okay?

Étienne is cool. We were close last year.

You can push me to the ground, or we can roll.

That's up to you, really.

On the ground, we have to be face to face.

So, me on my back, and you over me so I can watch you.

When we're fucking,

cover my mouth with your hand like you want to shut me up.

Don't worry about my breathing.

If it's too much, I'll knock three times on the dresser.

-Remember… -Stop talking.

-I have to be on my back. -No more talking, okay?

I really have to be able to see you.

I have to look at you, otherwise it's…

I don't know why I did it. He didn't deserve it, and…

I DETECTED SOME SUBTLE NOTES OF GLASS IN THE RICE. THANK YOU!

I HAD A GOOD TIME. I LIKE YOUR HONESTY.

I decided to scrap the MC. We don't need one.

Some blowhard introducing people…

Everyone knows each other.

Just with that, we're saving

$250. That's not nothing!

I'm sure I'll spend it all at the florist's.

You know how much I love flowers.

Anyway, a 40th birthday calls for a few bouquets here and there.

Julien!

Julien!

Jesus.

That's enough. Stay away from my home, motherfucker.

What are you doing? Who is that?

What do you want, asshole?

Stop! It's dangerous.

What's your fucking problem?

Come here, you asshole.

He's sleeping. Are you high?

If he's not up before I leave, I want you to follow up, okay?

I won't let this ruin my birthday.

What do you mean?

What are you doing?

Send it my way.

What do you mean, follow up?

Call the cops back.

He might remember the guy's face or his height or whatever.

Cops won't get far with a description of a black motorcycle.

Happy birthday!

Put that out and go smoke outside.

I said he could.

The smell is nice this morning.

Okay.

So, the guy, I recognized him.

Who was it?

Marand.

How much do you owe him?

I don't know. I don't get why he's here.

I didn't think he still lived around here.

But if he's back to set up shop, he's collecting.

How much, Julien?

I don't know, Chantal.

A couple thousand?

Look, I'll take care of it.

I'm gonna get dressed, pay him, and that's that.

-How will you find him? -I'll figure it out.

Don't worry about it. It's your day.

I won't come back home. I'll get ready there.

-Need any help? -No, this…

Bye, sweetie!

-Well, happy birthday! -Yeah.

I settled your debts with Marand.

Not all of them, apparently.

Mimi, this is kind of embarrassing.

It's not always like this. I've just been busy.

Denis, stop.

You should see all the shit in my car. You don't have to explain.

Do you have a recycling or garbage bag or something?

Thanks.

I'm glad you're here.

Chantal was the one who told you about Mom?

Yeah.

It's good timing and shit timing too.

Two hours sooner, and you could've talked to her.

But it was hard to see her. She was a mess.

My buddy Jean, the foreman, he was there that day.

He's the one who told me about the notary.

She had to see him. It was real urgent.

She had to talk to him quick. Anyway…

It's like…

I don't know, like something happened.

Like someone, I don't know, visited her or called.

I didn't do anything.

We didn't do anything to deserve this.

So…

Anyway…

We'll understand when we find out who inherited.

What time do the girls get here?

7:15.

You think we have enough time?

Where do we start?

Open the windows.

Jesus Christ!

NOTARY - LEGAL COUNSEL

Come on, Chantal!

Did you…

Yeah, it's settled.

It's settled.

Happy birthday, Chantal!

Mireille! I'm so happy you're here!

Sit, sit!

Mireille! What are you drinking?

Vodka!

Vodka? Ah!

What a great night!

Oh yeah! I'm so happy. Everyone came.

Not everyone, but the no-shows, well…

-Hey, bozo! I'm the birthday girl! -Yes, I know.

-Vodka-cranberry. -Right away.

Some week, huh?

I figured a little celebration amidst all the tragedy.

Timing's so-so, but…

I really loved Maddy.

I know.

-You did good. -Yeah?

-Feels good. -Yeah?

Thanks.

Okay! I'm up!

It may be my surprise party,

but I have a little surprise for all of you.

This one's for you, Maddy.

And a little bit for you too, Julien.

Go, Chantal!

She doesn't do this at home!

I quit. I bummed one inside.

You won't rat me out to Chantal?

Yeah.

Up till now, I've always been the one to rat you out.

Don't start, Mireille.

I'm not in the mood for your games.

Yep.

It's true, huh?

-What? -You don't age.

You're something else.

Listen, I don't…

My God! What happened?

Jesus!

Mireille, you a karaoke gal?

Or did they drug my Perrier?

No, I'd rather not.

Come on, girl!

-Excuse me. -Yeah, go!

She's something else!

You there!

Hey, you!

Stop! I'm not scared of you.

No, Denis! I got this. I'm a big girl.

And I've had it up to here.

What's your fucking problem?

I'm talking to you!

What do you want?

-My condolences. -What's going on?

To you and the family.

Also, I'm the one who inherited everything.

If you don't understand, ask Julien to explain.

Happy birthday, by the way.

Who's that guy?

Pete Marand?

That's not Pete Marand.

It's Logan Goodyear.

There you are!

You're coming? Our song's up.

Yep!

Oh yeah, and he got the inheritance.

I'm here!

Subtitle translation by: Elisabeth Gillies & Xavier Dolan