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"TRUTH IS LIKE THE SUN."

"IT CASTS LIGHT ON EVERYTHING BUT REFUSES TO BE SEEN."

OCTOBER 1991

Where are you going, hon?

Nowhere. Just getting some air.

In this rain? My goodness!

Put a scarf on, Julien.

It's cold. You'll catch your death.

So?

Yeah…

It's strong, though.

My throat's numb.

I mean your family.

How's it going?

Your mom dropped out of the mayoral race.

That sucks.

And your sister, she is doing okay?

This shit's strong!

I got other stuff, if you wanna try something else.

Like?

Nah.

I won't touch the stuff.

Anyway, it's just a phase.

With the draft next summer, I gotta quit soon.

Idéfix!

Hey, I'm out of here.

Pay me at school!

Dad!

Mimi, no!

Stay here, Mimi!

Don't touch me!

Mireille, come back! Please!

What is it, boys? Logan!

Mom!

What did you do?

What did you do?

Mireille, come on. We're making a scene.

Mimi!

-Hello? -Hi, Stéfanie. It's Mireille.

Hi, Mireille. What can I do for you?

Tell them to come down.

Perfect. Right now?

Yes.

I'm done.

THE NIGHT JULIEN GOT SCARED

THE DAY BEFORE THE FUNERAL

Big night…

I'm gonna get dressed.

Don't pretend nothing happened.

Well, it's your birthday, Chantal.

What did he mean? "Ask Julien to explain."

"Madeleine left everything to me."

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

-I'm supposed to understand that? -Apparently.

That my crazy mom left her cottage, her house, everything,

to my sister's rapist?

Forget your crazy mom and tell me why you lied.

Because you lied, Julien.

You didn't recognize Logan Goodyear? You said it was Marand!

Do you take me for an idiot?

It was dark!

No, I didn't recognize him after 20 years!

-He said… -I was scared!

-"If you don't understand…" -Who gives a shit what he said?

You want me to explain?

Like it matters what the guy who raped my sister…

If Maddy left him everything…

She was fucking crazy!

What do you want me to say?

I don't know! I can't explain.

Someone, I don't know who, called her

and told her some fucking bullshit,

and she lost her mind!

You think I know?

You think I'm hiding something, I know what's going on?

-You think I'm hiding something? -Julien!

Get dressed. We're leaving in three.

Do what your dad wants, okay, hon?

THIS LETTER OUTLINES MY WISHES FOR THE FUNERAL TO BE HELD FOLLOWING MY DEATH.

I WISH TO BE BURIED NEXT TO MY LATE HUSBAND.

I WISH TO BE EMBALMED BY MY DAUGHTER.

AS FOR THE FUNERAL, I WANT EVERYONE TO EAT AND DRINK.

I DON'T WANT ANY TEARS.

I WANT MY DEATH TO BE A CELEBRATION, AND FOR LIFE TO GO ON.

IN MEMORY OF MADELEINE LAROUCHE

TRUTH IS LIKE THE SUN.

IT CASTS LIGHT ON EVERYTHING BUT REFUSES TO BE SEEN.

All ready?

Yes, I finished this morning.

There was just the polish left.

I bet it makes all the difference.

Here.

Thanks.

The devil is in the details, eh?

Speaking of details,

I couldn't help but notice you arrive at Chantal's party.

In the parking lot.

-Listen, Mireille-- -It's not my place to judge.

I don't have much of a relationship with Elliot.

He was five when I left home.

I have no right to meddle in his life.

You know he just got out of rehab, right?

You didn't wonder why he sleeps at his brother's?

Yeah, but he said…

Look, you've known each other a week. It's normal to hold back.

Just know that he's fragile.

So be careful, okay?

ANYWAY

I'll kill you if we run out of hot water!

Girls, in French!

Den, she's taking fucking forever.

Mégane, we're gonna eat, so the tank will have time to…

Fuck.

It fucking stinks.

Mimi?

Can I come in, sweetie?

What do you want?

I want you to come out.

Your dad cries every night. He feels awful.

Good for him.

Your dad did it to avenge you.

I'm not excusing him.

But…

Guys, in life, men…

settle things their own way.

It's not always the right way, but it's all they know.

They learned from their fathers, because their fathers did the same, and…

How far back are we going?

Oh, well…

I got a letter from the school.

About the Halloween dance.

-I signed it. You can go. -I don't want to.

-Mimi… -I don't wanna go.

I can make a beautiful princess dress with little fairy fingers.

I'm not a princess.

All little girls are princesses.

You can be a prince too. That's fine by me.

You'd make a fine prince.

Can I go as a whore?

You got a whore costume?

Mireille, you have to come out.

It'll be good for you.

Everyone's on your side. You're the victim.

I'm not a victim.

Great!

Then let's get you fixed up.

We'll cut your hair.

Put on your princess costume,

or prince costume, whatever you decide.

A little makeup.

I know you wear my makeup, Mimi. Yes, yes.

And I see you laughing.

I'm not laughing. Stop!

They give me dirty looks.

Who?

The other kids.

They say I was asking for it because I was in his room.

They call me a slut.

They'll come around eventually, Mimi.

People aren't all bad.

The girls don't understand you now, but…

with time,

they will with time.

We all grow up eventually.

We see people for who they really are.

Or what they've done.

Better days are coming for you, Mimi.

For us.

Hello?

Hello?

-Hi, Mrs. Landry? -Yes?

This is Mireille Larouche.

Oh, it's so nice to hear your voice!

Did you see the new pics of Drew Barrymore?

You gotta see them!

Her hair is gorgeous. It's amazing.

I kind of look like a princess in it.

Well, all girls are princesses.

It's beautiful.

It's pretty, huh?

Is this your first funeral?

No, Grandpa Lévy, but I don't really remember it.

Anyway, Dad's gonna look hot in his suit.

Come on, Valéry!

What? That's what Mom said.

Oh yeah?

She's hard on him, but she's always saying how cute he is.

I think she's done with Jérémie.

Denis, wait!

Wait for what?

Well, I'm gonna…

No, come on. It's pizza, not the Ritz.

That's not the point.

Hi.

Hello.

Okay. You got this?

Yeah, all good.

My brother.

I got a jumbo pepperoni, mushrooms, cheese and bacon.

Yeah. What do I owe you?

$39.90, please, Mireille.

Here.

Hang on.

Mireille! Invite your friend.

Yo, Mireille, is that your crush?

What the fuck? He's super hot.

God! You're so immature. It's pathetic.

Sorry.

Hey, Keven with an E. I'm Denis.

So, what?

She babysat you as a kid?

Nah, I'm kidding. Come.

Get in here. We're gonna eat some pizza.

Worst part is I'm done my shift.

Hurry up! It's getting cold.

Come in.

My mom died six days ago.

And…

It's weird. My family…

We've never been closer or spent so much time together.

So it's kinda like everything all at once, but…

I don't know.

It's like something is happening.

But then…

I say that.

Right now,

I'm staying with…

my brother Julien.

I think some of you

might know him already.

So…

I'm living

with Julien because my mom died the day I got out.

And obviously, I…

Well, you know.

You?

I called.

I called.

And the next morning, I woke up at my ex's place.

I lied at the last meeting because I was ashamed.

And for that, I'm sorry.

I wanted to apologize for that.

-Thank you. -Thanks, Elliot.

I think I was scared of Denis' reaction,

my brother Denis.

And mostly yours.

Because Julien told me:

"Come sleep at the house."

I didn't want to, but he knew I was fragile.

But in my head, it was done.

I get out, and my mom's dying.

I knew I'd fall off the wagon.

Anyway, for that, Julien,

forgive me.

You're forgiven. Thank you.

And I'd also like

to share something positive today.

I met someone.

I told him it was crazy.

Let him finish, Julien.

I know. I'm no idiot.

That it's not the time.

Right now.

That I'm not ready, but…

It's just that she's so…

It's so different. She's so different.

We're talking about maybe going to Africa

to plant trees.

It's like…

Maybe Africa would be good for me. I'd get some distance.

Maybe there'd be less temptation,

less resources…

Less resources in Africa.

Read a book, man.

Jesus! Okay, forget it.

I don't feel like talking anymore, so next.

It's fine. I'm done.

I'll let someone else talk.

Thank you.

Thanks, Elliot.

What about you, Julien?

What? I thanked him.

Yeah, but how are you?

We haven't seen you in a while.

Yeah, 12 years.

With your mother's death,

do you want to share tonight?

How are you doing?

Yeah, it's been 12 years.

It was 12 years this summer.

Listen, no…

I don't know. I'm on top of it.

I'd even say I feel

almost invincible, despite everything.

Don't you think those moments are risky for us?

Well…

I'm leaving it up to the Lord, Sandra.

Like I've been doing for 12 years.

The 12 years I haven't seen you.

Okay?

Sandra?

Well, I…

This is Michel.

Hi, Michel.

Michel's my boyfriend. It's been almost four years.

-Yeah. -Right?

It's been a long road.

I've been sober 15 years, but…

sometimes, it's so damn hard.

And earlier, when he said he felt invincible,

that shook me,

because whenever I feel that way…

Hey, there's my champ.

Yeah, it's important.

It's important to be proud of yourself sometimes.

-You earned it. -Yeah.

Look, I'm gonna take off.

-Take care. -See you all next time.

See you tomorrow.

Hey.

I was in the area, total coincidence,

and I thought I saw you through the window.

-Oh yeah? -I'm telling you.

The one with the blinds closed?

I got a good eye, or so they say.

-I don't know what to say. -Sorry, maybe I shouldn't have.

No, I owe you… I'll explain.

You don't owe me anything. But I could see you home.

-If you… -Yeah.

I accept.

I wasn't thinking.

You don't have to talk about it.

No, I wanted to tell you from the start.

But I don't know. I didn't want to scare you off.

And I didn't want you to feel trapped.

How did you find out anyway?

Your sister mentioned it.

I talked about you tonight.

At the meeting. I didn't name names.

But I talked about you.

How's it going?

The meetings?

No, in your head.

That you're calling.

If you wanna talk about it, I don't…

No, I want to.

It's like a chain.

I wake up in the morning.

Everything's fine. I don't need anything.

It's nice out.

I'm gonna make it.

I have hope. Everything's fine.

Then something happens.

I get good news.

A call, a text…

I watch a movie. I get a check in the mail.

Then…

I'm anticipating.

I even start thinking about where I'll use.

Some cool, secret spot.

Could be a laundry room, an alley…

It can be bad news too.

Doesn't have to be good.

It's euphoria or misery.

They both take me to the same place.

And if there's no euphoria or misery, then there's nothing.

If there's nothing, I get scared.

Yep.

But there's things, people…

that give you back the will to live.

And make you wanna be a good person.

Like you.

THE DAY OF THE FUNERAL

Cool. All good?

There were only two.

Okay. Fine by me.

Thank you.

I appreciate it, thanks.

Sorry for your loss, Denis.

Sorry. I'm a total ugly crier.

Thanks.

I know you called Mom the day she died.

I can't call my mom?

Go fuck yourself.

You told her.

I don't owe you an explanation.

Here you are.

Don't you have a speech to give?

Right.

You're okay, Mireille?

Yeah, yeah.

I just…

But I'm coming.

I'll ask all you optimists to take a seat,

because we're gonna hand out the awards.

Some of you

really impressed us tonight!

Thank you.

Excuse me.

-Hey. -What do you want? I'm working.

-Here. -You shouldn't be here, Karl.

Good thing I am, or you wouldn't have a lunch.

You left it on the counter.

Thanks, but it's…

You look pretty in your uniform.

Hey, do you forgive me for Friday?

I'm sick of fighting over nothing.

You really have to go. Sorry, it's just…

-Sorry. -No, it's fine.

Don't worry, Mireille. You'll get your revenge.

Why, what's going on?

Rochefort's gang is pretending to forgive Logan for what he did.

He thinks they're gonna play a game at the field,

but they're gonna make the fucker pay.

Some of them are saying they wanna kill him.

One, two, one, two.

Good evening.

We're gathered here tonight to honor my mother,

Madeleine Armande Barbeau Larouche,

or, to keep things simple, Maddy.

Many of you knew Maddy

as a joyful ray of sunshine, passionate, combative,

sometimes even blinding.

She kept close relationships

with her friends and loved ones,

as with the less-fortunate neighbor

she had for dinner every night,

being the good Samaritan she was.

Let go of me!

We grew up with those values.

At home, she championed excellence,

acceptance and, above all

tenderness.

Our lives weren't perfect, as you know.

Life was hard on us…

On my mother, unjustly.

But with each blow,

she kept her head high

and did everything she could to spare her children…

the pain, bitterness…

Kill him! Kill him!

…and violence of the world.

My mother spent her whole life trying to understand

what slowly tore us apart

refusing to see the plain truth.

Life, often cruel,

is a far, far cry

from the truth and light we have inside of us.

Its ugliness

and its irony

pull us into darkness.

My mother embodied that truth.

That light.

Sorry.

I hope whatev-- wherever she is, sorry,

the truth and light surrounding her

are finally equal

to her own.

Thank you.

Logan!

Logan!

Yours has a little man on the door.

Why did you do that?

You couldn't wait two more sentences?

No, Julien, I couldn't.

Do I have to tell you what I'm thinking every two seconds?

It'd help, yeah.

What are you thinking? What's your plan?

-My plan? -Yeah.

I don't have a plan.

My plan was to embalm my mother.

It's not my fault that was in her will.

Oh yeah, her will.

Awesome will, by the way.

Everyone's real happy.

Write baby Jesus a letter to complain.

Fuck, Julien! Enough.

How do you do it?

How do I do what?

Look yourself in the mirror?

Live with yourself?

Breathe, sleep… How the fuck do you do it?

-Mimi… -Stop calling me that!

I told you not to call me that!

-Am I talking too loud? -Yes, you're talking too loud.

Don't worry. They won't hear.

They won't hear mean Mireille talk shit about the great Julien.

No one will believe that weird slut anyway.

You know…

You know how many letters

I wrote Mom and Denis

to tell them what happened and apologize?

You know how many times I almost mailed them?

-Calm down, Mireille. Let's talk. -I never did it.

Each time, I decided if I was ever brave enough to tell them,

I'd do it in person.

I ran out of time with Mom. But I'm here.

Okay, Mireille. Are we done?

-You don't scare me. -Enough.

Throw plates against the wall, give me that look,

but you can't lie to me.

I know you.

-Don't fuck with me, okay? -I know you.

-Enough! -I see you.

You can't do this.

It's my life, okay?

You can't just show up here and stir shit up.

Okay? She's dead. You told her.

She's dead. Happy? You killed her.

We killed her!

We killed her, maybe, but you won't pin it on me.

She's dead, but she died knowing.

If you only knew how good it felt to tell her,

to tell the truth,

to stop telling the same fucking lie for once.

You had a choice!

And you made your choice.

Get over it.

You think I had a choice?

Yes, you had a choice.

We all have a choice.

Did you have a choice?

What difference does it make to you?

You don't live here. Nobody knows you.

You left me 20 years ago!

It's not like you begged me to stay.

You never loved me!

You never loved me.

I never loved you?

Loving you is my life's greatest tragedy, Juju.

Well, you stopped loving me.

And I get it. I respect that.

But you can't show up here and stir shit up, ruin everything!

Make sure not one goddamn person can look me in the eye,

that they stop treating me like a human being.

You think you treated people like human beings?

Look me in the eye and tell me you treated me like a human being.

That you treated Mom like a human being.

-And Logan. -Stop.

-What about Logan? -Stop.

You think you treated him like a human being?

Stop! You can't do this!

-I'm going to fucking kill you! -Stop!

You killed me a long time ago.

You killed all of us that night.

That's not true.

Don't worry. I won't tell them.

But you can't keep it up much longer.

They'll ask questions. The will, Logan…

What are you gonna say?

I really hope you tell them.

I'm leaving.

I won't stay for the burial.

Go fuck yourselves.

Julien!

Julien, we need to talk. I have the right to an explanation.

I don't want to talk, and I don't give a shit about your rights.

Yeah, that's been clear for a while.

Where the fuck are you going?

Thank you.

Drive safe.

Open up! Julien!

I swear, I…

Mireille, have you seen your brother Elliot?

I've looked everywhere.

I saw him downstairs earlier.

While I have you, I'll say goodbye.

It was nice to work with you. Thanks for everything.

-You're not staying? -No, I can't. Something came up.

-Chantal… -Not now, Mireille, okay?

Denis, could you give us a ride?

Why, sweetie?

Well, Dad left. He said he had an urgent errand.

Yeah, we just gotta make a plan.

Uncle Denis' pick-up won't hold all you fine people.

Look, Den. Give me the keys to your place.

I'll take the girls and meet you there.

You're crashing at your parents'?

I thought I'd stay with you guys.

It'll be easier for tomorrow.

Okay, here. Thanks.

No problem.

Hey, sweetie, go find your mom.

-Bye, Denis. -No, wait. Talk to me.

What's going on?

Shit's going down, huh?

Where the fuck is he?

-Were you gonna go without saying bye? -No.

Come on, talk to me.

I'm sick of it.

I'm sick of being kept in the dark like a kid.

Denis…

Mireille, talk to me.

I love you.

I love you, Denis. I never told you that.

You too.

I can't get into it.

Not tonight.

And…

Julien's the one who should explain, not me.

Explain what?

Bye.

Stéfanie, are you riding with Elliot?

I looked everywhere for him.

I'm calling him nonstop. He's not answering his phone.

Okay, thanks.

Okay. Shall we, Denis?

Where's Elliot?

Another one.

Please.

Big night.

Here, handsome.

Just for you. Your favorite.

Give me a double scotch.

Can I sit with you?

You don't like your table?

I feel like sitting at the bar.

There's plenty of other seats.

Yeah, but I want that one.

Mel, can I…

Never seen you here before.

Oh yeah?

Well, it's not my first time here.

I just took a little break.

Oh yeah? A break from what?

This.

Here, sweetie.

You're wasting your time, buddy.

Hey!

Got any coke?

I know you do.

Fuck!

Subtitle translation by: Elisabeth Gillies & Xavier Dolan