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I'm so sick of being here.

Me too.

LOU AND SOPHIE

Louise.

I got into a fight, OK?

Phil!

OK. Good night. I have work--

No. Don't move. Philippe!

Mom, I'm gonna pass out if you don't let me sleep.

What's going on?

She fought with a boy.

What? Did you win?

Can you please not encourage her?

I'm not encouraging her.

Who brought you home?

The police.

What's going on?

So and I decided to walk home.

We saw them, and they brought us home.

That's it. No drama.

Except for the heart attack I had seeing the police car arrive.

You shouldn't have waited at the window like a fool.

I was worried.

I'm not normal?

You were supposed to be home three hours ago.

What did you think I'd be doing?

Cocaine in a scuzzy hotel screwing guys?

I was at my prom after-party.

-Calm down. -I am calm.

She's who lost it

because of a tiny stain on my dress that supposedly cost a million.

That's not why.

I lost it because you always do whatever you want.

You don't respect anything.

What are you talking about?

Is this how your gap year's gonna be?

Breaking curfew, smoking, drinking,

fighting, and the rest of the time,

instead of thinking about what to do with your life,

hanging out in Sophie's basement

eating ketchup chips?

Fuck you, Mom.

What did you say?

I said: "Fuck you!"

I'm warning you.

I'm not driving you all the time.

You have to be responsible.

I'm too busy--

To help me. I know.

-Especially with how you speak to me. -It's fine, Mom.

But your father can pick you up today

if you're hungover.

No need. I'm doing something with Sophie.

Is she working during her gap year?

No. Why would she?

What'll she do all day?

The same thing as usual.

What are you doing?

-What are you doing? -I have to pee.

What normal people do in the bathroom.

OK, but I thought you were at Alex's.

Why are you still here?

Do you do that elsewhere in the house?

Get out.

-Not in my bedroom, I hope. -Get out, Tom.

-Dad. -Hi.

-Hi, Alex. -It's about time!

Weren't you back tomorrow?

My last flight was canceled,

but I'm leaving tonight.

OK.

What about prom?

Right. It was yesterday. How was it?

I had a headache.

I hope you took a picture of your dress.

Yes.

I'll send it. It'll make a nice screen saver.

Very pretty!

OK, but...

Tell me the after-party gossip.

The fireworks didn't work.

Lou got into a fight, and I broke up with Keven.

-What? -I don't love him anymore.

Was he very sad?

More frustrated, I'd say.

But at the same time, I kissed another guy

during the first slow dance after.

What?

Big night, huh?

Anyway, you followed your heart,

and that guy didn't deserve you.

You've never met him, Dad.

-Oh no? OK. -No.

But I've got a broken heart, Dad.

Still?

I think that...

The only thing that can comfort me

and heal my sad little heart

is to buy something.

You're usually more subtle than that.

I'm hungover, Tom.

So... Do you have a bit of money for me,

my sweet Dad who I miss so much?

Yes, but I gave you your allowance not long ago.

I know...

But I don't have much left.

-Already? -Please.

I'll do a transfer and that's it.

You're the best, Dad.

Promise you'll buy something other than clothes?

You get bored after three days.

I promise.

-Nice, huh? -Very nice.

It's only 50 degrees outside.

I'd rather be hot and look good.

Jimmy, what do you think?

Of what? Your body?

Of my new sweater.

I like it. A lot.

This has to be put away.

Is it me or did he just flirt with me?

Lucky!

Think he'd be a good rebound?

If a good rebound is a guy who's never had

a girlfriend and constantly talks about martial arts, yes.

-It's interesting. -You're stupid.

Know who sent me a message earlier?

No.

Keven.

Yuck. I hope he doesn't want you to take him back.

He didn't even remember I left him.

What a guy.

He drank a lot of rum and coke,

so...

The Mingan Archipelago looks so nice.

Look where we can camp.

-Yeah. That's great. -What?

I want to go to the Mingan Archipelago too

and New York and Chaleur Bay, and I don't know where.

It'll be the best year of our lives.

But we won't get far

without a car.

Can't we borrow your mom's?

She doesn't need it all the time.

My mom has a hard time lending it to us to go to the movies, so...

-Yes. -Yes.

I feel like smoking.

My God, yes.

But I don't have any weed left.

What? We had a ton the other day.

I know,

but I smoked it all before prom yesterday.

-Without me? -With Keven.

Super.

-There's nothing left at all? -No.

Fuck. So we have to go see Fafard.

I'm already hot.

-He's got a ball. -I know.

He even has two.

You complain every time.

You went through the stop sign.

Fafard. Fafard?

Guys are so stupid.

It's so depressing.

-What's up, graduates? -Who are they?

Christelle and Max...

Non. Christine, Max...

I don't know.

You're already out of weed?

Perceptive.

Got any money?

That's the thing.

We thought we had more

than we thought we did and finally,

we have less than we thought we did.

-So how much? -Like five dollars?

-OK, bye. -Wait. No.

You know it's a 20-dollar minimum with me.

Can you bill us?

-Yes. -Bill?

So we can pay you later.

I know what billing is.

Do I look like a bartender at Scratch?

A bit.

Forget it, girls.

Come on, Fafard.

We'll do whatever you want.

Is that supposed to be a sexual innuendo or...?

-You decide. -Yuck.

OK. It's a deal.

Cut the grass.

-Yes! -Bravo.

Stop. Where's the lawnmower?

Good question.

-We'll swim after. -In our underwear?

-No, thanks. -You'd rather be hot?

I prefer not to be checked out.

But we've got fucking hot breasts.

My God, Lou.

FOR SALE

That car is insane.

-Really. I want it. -I do too.

500 dollars?

For what?

So and I saw a car for sale, so we'll each pay half.

-A car? -And it's incredible.

I don't think it's a good idea, Lou.

What?

Dinner is served, Phil.

-Coming. -Mom?

You're not responsible enough for a car.

Really?

I don't want the police to ring the bell at 6 a.m.

to tell us we no longer have a daughter or something.

My God. You're crazy.

We'll discuss it when you're more mature.

For now, eat.

When have I not been mature enough?

You want a list? It'll take a while.

-It's getting cold. -Coming!

Do you have Alzheimer's already?

You said I have to be more independent.

This morning.

I meant taking the bus or your Rollerblades.

OK! So everything you told me isn't true?

That it's OK if I don't go to college

and I can

experience important things?

That was nonsense?

No, I still think that.

How am I supposed to do it if I can't go anywhere?

I don't know, but what I do know is that you having a car

is out of the question.

Come on.

That was good.

I like your mother,

but she pisses me off sometimes.

-Sometimes? -Often.

She doesn't understand

that I'll die if I have to stay here and do nothing.

We'll die together like in Romeo and Juliet.

You know they...

they don't die together?

Regardless.

You're so bad.

Unless we buy it anyway.

-The car? -Yes.

-And your parents? -We hide it from them.

Or we say it's your brother's.

But it's still $1.000.

So?

Do I really have to tell you we don't have $1.000?

Yes...

You touched it.

Can't we sell something on Kijiji?

Lots of things.

-My old clothes. -Yes.

Your Super Nintendo.

No.

Or...

My virginity.

Move.

Bye-bye.

Or we can do it the old-school way and rob a bank.

And...

Why not a store?

-I was kidding. -No. Really.

I disguise myself. I rob your store.

And bing bang, it's in the bag.

What if you get caught?

You already said there are no cameras.

They don't work.

And if there's a client?

We do it when there's nobody.

-Like at noon. -Yeah.

And stores are insured.

Your boss isn't a problem.

I don't care. He's screwed me for two years

paying me minimum wage.

So it's really his fault

you have no money for a car.

Wow! I did it!

-It was so good! -It was magnificent!

It's on purpose.

Of course it is.

She's just making a snack.

You have to be really drunk or high

to make so much noise while making a snack.

Lou.

-What? -Come here.

Open the door.

Hope you're not screwing.

What is it?

Throwing plates,

yelling, "fuck you..." I don't want any of that.

I want us to speak decently.

OK.

That's it?

And from now on,

I want you to come see us when you get home.

Even if it's late. We want to see you.

Absolutely.

Cool. I don't feel like I'm in jail at all.

Good night.

This year is starting off badly.

Tomorrow'll be better.

I'm hot, Phil. I'm hot.

The air conditioning feels good.

-Hi, Louise. -Mrs. Boucher?

You never come at this hour.

It was time for me to take a good walk.

I'll take a pint of milk,

a pack of cinnamon gum...

And a $2 scratch ticket. I know.

And add an ice cream sandwich

for the road.

OK.

Shit.

Can I help you?

Shut up and give me the money.

-OK. -Quick.

Yes.

The money! My God!

Mrs. Boucher, go hide in the beer fridge.

It won't be long if this idiot hurries up.

Two minutes!

-Quick. -Hurry up.

-Move! -Here.

OK. Adios, amigos.

My God! Call the police!

-What? -Call the police.

-OK. -Yes.

No surveillance cameras?

No.

Well, yes, but it doesn't work.

Was it a man or a woman?

I'm not sure,. But it seemed more like a man.

Are you sure you're OK?

My legs are like jelly, but I'm OK.

Anyway, I'm really sorry.

Oh, Louise. It isn't your fault.

I'm here, Lou. Are you OK, Mrs. Boucher?

-And you are...? -Jimmy, the manager.

Assistant manager.

Yes, but the manager is never here, so...

Anyway, are you OK?

Yes.

Lucky for him, I wasn't here.

He wouldn't have gotten the money.

Do you have more questions?

I think all of this has shaken me.

That's normal.

-It won't be long. -OK.

You can take the day off after.

Really?

There's nobody to replace me.

I'll close the store.

As manager, my priority

is the employees.

Assistant manager, but... OK.

Hi. It's Sophie. Say something after the beep.

Where are you?

I finished early and want to go to Fafard's.

I'll meet you at the park.

-Wanna go for a ride, baby? -Oh my God!

Yes.

OK, but... Move over. You drive like shit.

-I don't. -Move over.

OK, maybe a bit.

But you won't drive all the time, OK?

Oh, my God!

It's huge.

I know.

Really,

it's like driving a boat.

We can even sleep in the back.

It's perfect.

Air conditioning would've been good, but you can't have everything.

It has a steering wheel and tires. That's what matters.

Fafard told me that when it does that,

you just have to hit it a bit

before turning the key.

Please don't die the first day.

So what are we doing?

Flying.

LOU AND SOPHIE

We should give it a name.

My God, yes.

Like what?

Thunder Snake... K-2000...

Bad Mama.

Jean-Claude.

I like all of those, but no.

It's a nice 1977.

We need the name of...

An old lady.

My God. Yes.

I know.

Dolorès.

Dolorès?

Dolorès.

Dolorès.

It really suits her.

Yes. Talking about old ladies, that poor client earlier.

I think she had the scare of her life.

I thought she was going to have a heart attack right there.

That's because I'm too credible a thief.

You should've done it at your audition. You'd be hired.

I wasn't refused. I'm on the waiting list.

You never know. Screw you.

-I'll shut up. -Shut up.

You know my reflexes are bad.

How long does it take to get to California?

Say we sleep in Dolorès.

Fine. I'll talk to myself.

What?

If you're texting your guy, I'll chuck your phone.

I won't be long.

Lou, you're pissing me off.

I want to send it. He doesn't answer fast.

Thank you.

What's the last thing he said?

"I'm not a big fan of mini golf but maybe."

It's obvious he's not interested.

He said "maybe."

That's a coward's way of saying no.

Well, there are two others

who want to see me.

It's just that he's really cute.

Are you kidding me? He looks like Keven.

He doesn't look like Keven.

Maybe a bit, but he's really much cuter.

He's cleaner.

You hate mini golf.

Yes, but it was a pretext.

I was going to take him somewhere else.

No.

No, it's not true.

You're not screwing in our car?

-Yes. Seriously. -Shit. No, Sophie.

I don't want to find

old sperm in the back.

OK, it's fine. Relax.

Can we go drive

instead of talking about you screwing in Dolorès ?

Yes,

but you won't stop talking about it.

Basta.

I don't have my sandals.

Give it.

You'll be stunning, Miss.

Look at me.

Yes.

-I don't want to be in it. -No.

Yuck! Something sticky is stuck to my foot.

I think the only thing we're missing

is something to drink.

-I'm so thirsty. -Yeah.

We should've brought some beer.

You know, we can find some.

That's for sure.

You didn't forget the ketchup chips?

-Never. -I love you.

It's weird to cry at the beach.

It is.

You have a message.

Damn.

My mother.

I went to the store

because you forgot your lunch again,

and there's a note on the door saying

you're closed until tomorrow.

But you told me you're working until tonight,

so I'd like to know where you are.

-Shit. -What?

She went to the store and saw that it's closed.

Shit. You're not answering her?

I'll deal with it later.

You have to tell her we bought a car.

Are you crazy? She'll kill me.

She's going to know that we went

on a road trip somewhere with something.

Your beer looks good.

Where did you get it?

Where do you get beer from?

-The store. -Exactly.

-Us too. -OK.

It's funny 'cause we brought the same one and it's gone.

-That is funny. -Seriously.

You picked the wrong day to piss me off!

Relax, man.

Can we just have our beer, please?

What do you mean?

Shit.

You stole our beer. Stop mocking us.

First of all, no, and second, goodbye,

Goodbye.

Go on. What are you doing?

Is it possible to take a piss

without telling two strangers?

Thank you.

Have a good afternoon, guys.

You too.

What idiots.

As if we couldn't buy the same beer as them.

But it's obvious that we didn't buy it, Lou.

Yuck. Never. It isn't that good.

Cheers.

Did he answer?

No, but he saw my texts.

"Come on. I'll buy you an ice cream"?

That's how you flirt?

It's a joke.

I put a wink emoji after.

Sometimes I wonder how you get so many guys.

So...

Where's our stuff?

What?

Hey, twits. Give us back our stuff.

What do you mean?

Our backpacks, damn it.

I didn't see them. Did you see them?

No. I guess someone took them.

Surely the same ones who stole our beer.

Yes.

OK, look.

We're sorry. It was us. We're stupid.

But there's a difference between stealing

your cans and our clothes.

Does it look like we have your stuff?

Anyway, what would we do

with old slutty clothes?

OK, really, screw you.

Is she always this nice?

-Shut up! -Relax. Breathe.

Gonna cry like before?

Fuck you.

Good luck finding your stuff.

We need our bags. Our cards are in them.

And we can't stay in bathing suits.

They're over there.

Where?

In the garbage cans.

Fuck.

Bye.

Yours first.

Oh my God!

Oh no.

My clothes stink.

OK, I've had it.

Where is my cell phone?

This old thing?

It's like I stole your dildo.

-Give it! -Stop it, man.

-Hello? -Who is this?

Yes. I'm on the phone.

Why won't Louise answer?

-Louise? -Where is my daughter?

Just a minute.

Guess that's you?

I think it's your mom.

Thanks.

Really happy with what happened.

-My pleasure. -That's not cool, man.

Know what's not cool? This whole shitty day.

OK? Come.

-That's it. Go. -Yeah. I'm leaving.

I have to answer.

What'll you say?

Bullshit. What can I say?

Go ahead.

-Hi, Mom. -Go.

-"Go" what? -Explain.

Basically, I...

I'm at Sophie's because she's heartbroken.

She's depressed. We're eating cookies

and watching Harry Potter like we did when we were ten.

Doesn't she usually break up with her boyfriends?

Yes... But she's heartbroken anyway.

Sophie's a romantic.

What can I say?

And the store?

There was a little leak in the back but it'll be fixed tomorrow.

I just forgot to call you.

And the guy who answered your phone?

It's Sophie's brother's friend.

He was fooling around. I'll be home tonight.

No more nonsense until then, OK?

-If you're able. -OK.

So?

She believed me from A to Z.

Maybe I should've applied

to acting school.

It was just a joke.

It was just a joke!

LOU AND SOPHIE

I'm sorry, So.

You know it bugs me

that I didn't get into school.

It's just that...

I'm a bit happy we can stay together for the whole year.

-"A bit." -OK.

-OK, let's go. -Yes.

Come on, Dolo. Don't do this to us.

Great. Our car is already broken down.

Fafard said we'd need to put some money into it.

Yeah, but I thought it'd last

at least one day.

I tried everything. It won't work.

That's how it goes when you buy

a car from the '70s.

Can you help me instead of making fun of me, please?

-Did you check the battery? -I'm not stupid, Toto.

-And the alternator? -What's that again?

Did you put gas in it?

Yes. It was full when we left.

It is normal that the needle's in the middle

when the car's shut off?

Shit. The gas gauge is broken.

Screw you.

-Shit. -What do we do?

Where is the closest service station?

Too far to walk.

Well...

The two idiots.

Nice car.

Is it stolen?

Will you pass a service station

on your way, by chance?

-I'm sure we will. -Ciao, bye.

What's wrong?

We're out of gas.

-Don't make it worse. -You must be a little stupid.

-Want us to take you? -Excuse me?

No. We'll manage. Thanks.

She means "yes."

Oh, my God.

-Get on. -Really?

Is this a plan to kidnap us?

No. Just hurry up

before he changes his mind.

Come on, Lou.

Which one gives you a woody?

-Not the stupid-looking one? -That's heavy.

And you're disgusting.

Shall we go?

Why were you crying earlier?

I don't think he feels like talking about it.

Get your dick

caught in your zipper?

When your boyfriend leaves you

and you go to the beach where he works

to tell him you still love him

and you see him kissing a hot lifeguard

that's his new boyfriend,

you might cry.

A bit. OK?

That's what happened?

So are we even?

Our clothes smell like garbage.

Yeah, we're even.

Oh yes.

-If you're still thirsty... -Oh boy.

-Steal that at the service station? -Maybe.

Scammers all the time.

But really. Thanks, guys.

Like really.

I don't even know your names.

She's Louise.

-Her mom told me. -Lou is fine.

-I'm Sophie. -I'm Jules. He's Arnaud.

I prefer "fucking ugly."

Two spoiled brats.

You're back.

But wait.

I have something for Dolorès.

-Are you ready? -Yes.

No way!

You steal that at the store too?

When you were paying.

No way! It's so ugly!

My God. It's perfect.

Introducing Doris

on Dolorès's hood.

Oh, North Shore

If you only knew

How much I didn't miss you

Your butt-ugly bungalows

So is the plan a go?

I'll keep Dolorès at home

and pick you up at the corner of Valmont.

If my parents see it, we say it's your brother's.

Perfect.

They can't know we bought it. I'll be in shit.

-Relax. It'll be fine. -Yes.

-Shit, Lou. -What?

-Where are you going? -I don't know.

LOU AND SOPHIE

It might not be that bad.

Whose car is this?

-Mom... -Whose car is this?

Mine and Sophie's. Whose do you think?

Bravo...

I know it's bad to have bought a car without telling you...

-At least you realize it. -But it was for sale.

We couldn't wait.

OK, but your mother said no.

What did you think?

That you'd hide it all year?

You're not helping yourself, Lou.

-Where are you going? -Caro!

Mom.

Wait for me.

What are you doing?

-What did I say yesterday? -Honestly, a bunch of shit.

I said I didn't want you to.

And what do you do? Buy a car.

It's true. Look. I'm sorry.

I should've talked to you.

We already talked and things were clear.

Is that what you call talking?

I told you I needed a car so I wouldn't waste my summer

doing nothing here,

exactly what you don't want me to do,

and the only thing you say

is that I'm not mature enough.

Are you mature enough?

Yes, Mom.

You think it's mature to not tell anyone

when you leave work early,

tell me Sophie's not well when it's not true,

and go through a stop sign squealing tires?

And that's just today.

I thought so.

I also wonder where you found $500?

You usually don't have a cent left the day after you're paid.

So's dad lent us the money.

He's nice.

It's not the end of the world when she needs money.

Yes. Sophie's Sophie and you're you.

I know that.

Her life's perfect, right?

You must be jealous.

You can say it.

Really. Yes.

Caro? What is it?

Can you come out, please?

Give me the key.

What are you doing?

-We can make you a copy. -No need.

-Who did you buy it from? -From Fafard.

The weed smoker you go see behind the skating rink?

-Yes. -OK.

-OK what? -I'm taking back the car.

-No. -What?

You can't do this, Caro.

Mom!

You can't do this, Caro.

It's ours! We bought it and we need it!

Stop. It's our car, Mom.

It was your car.

I don't want it to be like this between us.

How?

Like this. Complicated.

It wouldn't be complicated if you didn't always ruin everything.

I ruin everything now.

Yes, Mom. You could at least realize it.

If you're talking about that Dolorès...

What should I say?

-It's your fault everything's bad. -No. Stop!

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