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Dude.

Dude.

Dude!

Dude.

Dude.

Dude!

Dude.

Ow.

Dude.

We're so happy

At Chaleur Bay

Even if, in the end The name isn't right

Because the water, oh, oh

Is fucking cold

Soph...

What?

Let's never leave, OK?

OK.

LOU AND SOPHIE

I had one bar the other day.

Maybe the world is ending,

and we wouldn't know since the internet's down.

I just want to send a text.

Forget it. You'll see Raph some other time.

I haven't seen him since Wednesday.

-That is a long time. -Stop.

For once I find a guy who's a good fuck.

Oh! Another message from Arnie.

When are you going to invite us?

That's it?

He's so annoying.

It might be fun.

With Jules who's still sad because of me,

I doubt it.

Dude, I kissed him right after.

He's not sad anymore.

Oh! Two messages.

Maybe she wants the dildo we found in her nighttable.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Your aunt couldn't tell us

she put her cottage on Airbnb?

She told me.

I just didn't know it was for right now.

And they're really coming tomorrow?

At noon.

OK, let's go on a road trip then.

Like... Let's go to Cape Cod! Like when we went with my parents.

We can sleep in Dolores. Or we can go to New York!

Or, I don't know, Niagara Falls.

-Dude. -What?

Look how much we have left.

That's it?

Don't you have anything left in your account?

Barely enough for gas to get home.

Oh my God.

So we have to leave tomorrow morning.

We hardly had any time here.

That's true.

Know what? We should go swimming.

Climb a mountain, take a hike...

I don't know.

You're right. We should.

Remember when you were little,

you were around eight or nine years old.

Whatever.

Your dad picked you up for whatever reason.

Like at a concert

so you could see better.

When he put you back down,

he never picked you up like that again.

Never.

It was the last time he picked you up

like he did a million times before that.

Have you ever thought about that?

I think about it every day.

Maybe not every day.

And you know what else is fucked up?

Clocks.

Right, Soph?

Hands are so weird.

Aren't the Airbnb people coming tomorrow?

I think so.

Is it already tomorrow morning?

Caro? What are you doing here?

That's no way to say hello.

Can't a mother come say hi to her daughter and her friend?

Sure, Mom.

We like little hellos.

That's what you've been doing since you got here?

You drink beer at 2 PM?

Is there one left for me?

You didn't drive nine hours

just to come say hi to us, Caro.

Of course not. I'm not crazy.

I had a few days off and thought

a little solo trip would do me some good.

I went to the Redford Gardens.

Oh! How was it?

Boring.

Have you done any sightseeing?

It might be interesting to go see the fossils.

Why are you here, Mom?

Why not be here?

I'm alone, I have time,

and I felt like a change.

A bit like you two.

OK.

-What's the real reason? -That's it.

I needed a vacation

after the summer we had,

and I also wanted to see if you were OK.

Why wouldn't we be?

Because you're two 17-year-olds

alone in the country for three weeks.

And you haven't called much.

That's because we have almost no service here.

Oh, OK.

And what do you want us to call about anyway?

To tell you Soph ate peanut butter toast this morning?

That I beat her at Scrabble again?

It isn't too much to ask

to know that everything is fine.

I sent you a message the other day.

That was nine days ago, Lou.

-You're counting them? -Of course I'm counting them.

You really have nothing to do.

Besides thinking of you

because I love you and I worry?

Not really, no.

OK.

So where do you sleep in this famous cottage?

Nice to see the mess.

It really feels like your bedroom at home.

This is the longest time

I've gone without seeing you.

You're tanned.

Listen, Mom, I...

I'm sorry.

For what?

For leaving like I did.

Especially since I said I'd stay with you.

Don't just stand there.

It's just that when Soph changed her mind about school,

it was too perfect. Understand? I couldn't...

It's OK, Lou.

I get it.

What do you get?

That you're looking for yourself,

that you need freedom to feel that you exist,

even though you don't know where you're going,

and if I want to help you with that,

I have to give you room to breathe.

Did you read that in a pop psychology book?

Not at all.

I heard it on a podcast on the way here.

-A podcast? -On mother-daughter relationships.

Really interesting. I'll send you the link.

I can't wait.

She knows we're hammered, right?

I think so.

OK, but do you think she's going to stay?

'Cause I want to invite Raph

over to fuck one last time.

You don't have to clean up.

I already saw everything, Sophie.

OK, well, I'm going to get going.

Are you sure? You don't want to stay?

For supper? All we have is mac and cheese though.

Oh no. I don't want to be a bother.

Are you sure?

Yes. I have a long drive ahead of me,

and I don't like driving at night, so...

OK.

I got this for you at Mont-Joli.

I ate a few on the way.

Maple and salted caramel?

I know you, you know.

Stick them in the fridge.

They've melted a bit.

OK.

I have this too.

It's your birthday and Christmas gifts in advance

from your father and me.

That way you can stay here a bit longer.

But Mom, it's a lot.

It's so you can eat properly at least,

not just mac and cheese.

But let me know how you are more often.

OK.

-Not just every nine days. -OK. I said I would.

And if you want to come home,

that's fine too.

Don't get into trouble, OK?

Or not too much, at least.

Why didn't you say we're coming home tomorrow?

Because we're not.

We're going on a road trip!

LOU AND SOPHIE

LOU AND SOPHIE

Seriously?

Can you stop making out in front of us?

Stop. Come and dance.

Matt's waiting. Right, Matt?

I won't touch your butt. Promise.

Unless you want me to.

Why not just play Pichenottes

-instead? -Yes!

But we'll play strip Pichenottes.

You're annoying.

Or we could play for money.

You two against us two, $20 per game.

What do you want us to do with $20?

We're rich.

Shit, Soph. Stop. You'll lose it.

Relax.

Did you do a hold-up?

No.

Thanks, Caro.

-Who's Caro? -My mother.

Oh. I get it.

Obviously, these girls have never stolen anything.

Why do you say that?

Two girls from a rich suburb

going on a road trip with their parents' money.

You don't need to rob a bank

to buy clothes.

You don't know what you're talking about.

No?

We've already done a hold-up.

A corner store.

Saint-Martin corner store.

That's how we got our car.

Seriously?

Does that sound like bullshit?

OK. Hey...

Respect.

Too bad it isn't reciprocal.

Shit.

Water?

Boring.

I work at 6 AM tomorrow.

OK, but you can't leave.

Understand?

It sucks that you're leaving tomorrow.

I thought you were staying longer.

This is the last time we'll see each other.

So, should we fuck?

Yeah, let's fuck.

May as well get a room.

That's exactly what we're going to do.

Will you be there all night?

-Maybe. -Cool.

Cool, cool, cool.

Should we listen to them?

I've already heard them enough.

You know it's better to layer the logs.

The fire lasts a lot longer that way.

Thanks for the excellent conversation.

So you're leaving tomorrow?

-Where are you going first? -Cape Cod.

Oh really?

I've never been. Apparently, it's nice.

You know we don't have to talk, right?

Will you really sleep in your car?

Yep.

That's cool.

Sometimes I do road trips, too,

and I sleep in my truck.

At the beginning of summer, I went to C�te-Nord.

But I'm working here until the fall.

I don't want to be home either.

Well.

I'm really happy to hear all of that.

You and I are alike.

Sorry, man, but we're nothing alike.

No, I'm telling you!

I like playing hard-to-get too.

Hard-to-get?

Shut up.

You're pretty when you're mean.

What are you doing?

I want to warm you up. You look cold.

-No, man! -Fuck!

What's your fucking problem?

What's your problem? Isn't it obvious I don't give a shit about you?

Great. Another lesbian.

Fuck you.

Just so you know,

it isn't always that a girl's a lesbian

because she doesn't like a guy.

Sometimes it's because he's ugly, has bad breath,

and says shit without realizing

that everyone finds him difficult. OK?

Get that into your head, jerk.

Did the guys leave?

Yeah. They have to work early tomorrow.

Matt was already gone when Raph left.

It seemed cool.

For sure.

I'll miss him.

Seriously?

I thought he was so boring.

Me too. A real idiot.

I'll miss his dick, I mean.

OK, good night.

Did you kiss Matt?

What do you think?

He seemed interested though.

I wasn't.

You're never interested in any guy.

Is that my fault or theirs?

Good point!

Either they're a bad lay or they're idiots or both.

Well, that's depressing. Good night.

I can't wait for tomorrow.

We'll practice our English in the car.

Jeez, Louise.

I'm already good.

You don't believe in sleeping in your bed, do you?

Shit!

What?

The guys stole our money.

-What? -Yes!

-Oh shit. -I'll kill them.

It couldn't be Raph. I was with him until he left.

OK, that means it was that other asshole.

Hey! Where's your friend?

Matt? He's not my friend.

Did you know he's an idiot?

-What did he do? -Just tell us where he is.

He said he works this morning.

No. He didn't end up coming in.

Why not?

Apparently, he went to Cape Cod.

Yeah, something like that.

I hate him so much!

Fuck off. We'll go to the cops.

-Are you crazy? -What?

Matt knows we held up the store. We can't rat him out.

Shit.

By the way, did you really have to brag about it?

Did you really have to take our money out

in front of that jerk?

-Fuck you! -Lou!

Lou. Lou, stop. OK? Calm down!

We can't go home, Soph.

We just can't.

LOU AND SOPHIE

LOU AND SOPHIE

Soph...

We're here.

OK, yeah. We're really home.

One day I'd like to know why

there's underwear in that tree.

It must be 12 years that they've been there, dude.

We'll never know.

Yeah.

-Who is it? -Arnaud.

-Don't answer. -Hey, guys!

What the fuck?

Why didn't you tell us you're back?

What do you mean? We're still in Gasp�sie.

Don't screw around.

We just saw Dolores by the park.

Let's just say that you're easy to spot.

Yeah, no, that wasn't us.

Hey, shit!

Oh, wi-fi's bad at Chaleur Bay.

Sorry!

What was that?

I don't want to see them.

OK? It'll be too awkward with Jules.

Does that mean we'll never do anything with them?

Of course...

Eventually.

I feel like puking.

I understand.

There's never anyone at your place.

It's not as bad.

I'm going right to bed.

Me too. I'm dead.

Call me tomorrow?

As soon as I wake up, dude.

Hello?

It's me.

-What are you doing here? -Nice welcome.

We had to come right home.

It didn't take you long to redecorate.

You could've called me.

I didn't think I needed to to come home.

Isn't that what you wanted? Me to come home?

This is Jean-Fran�ois, a friend.

OK.

Lou.

Wait.

Shit.

-What are you doing? -Leaving.

Would you wait a second?

I have no desire to stay here with your date.

-It isn't really a date. -It's obvious

his plan is to fuck you.

You were in Gasp�sie. If I knew, I wouldn't have invited him.

When you say you want to "see something else,"

you mean dicks other than Dad's?

-Lou! -Isn't that what you're doing?

But I'm separated. I have the right to do what I want.

Grow up a bit. You're not five years old anymore.

-You make me sick. -That's enough! OK?

Don't speak to me like that.

I'm trying to understand you and adapt

and help you as much as I can. In exchange,

you come here unannounced

to tell me I make you sick?

I knew you were selfish, but this takes the cake.

If you came home for this, you should've stayed in Gasp�sie.

Where are you going?

To sleep elsewhere.

Dad?

Dad?

Hey!

Gasp�sie is finished?

You don't look surprised to see me.

Yolanda told me she rented her cottage.

How was the drive?

What are you doing?

Making chicken wings.

I know. I mean what's going on. You're acting weird.

Yeah. I'm on vacation. That must be why.

-Vacation? -The company went bankrupt.

I haven't worked in 3 weeks.

-What? Dad... -It's fine.

I'll find something else. No worries.

Why didn't you call and tell me?

I didn't want you to worry.

It's nothing.

So when you don't work, you cook?

Cook is a big word.

I'm just putting things in the oven.

J.P., Fran�ois and Marcus are coming to watch the game.

Why don't you watch with us?

-It'd be great. -I'll think about it.

-Cool. -Is Tom here?

In the backyard. He's not in a good mood.

Why not?

I don't want to talk about it.

OK, but is it you or her?

What don't you get about not wanting to talk?

My God, you're rude.

But can we agree that it's not a big loss.

OK.

Well, this is a nice mood.

You're depressed. Dad is weird.

What?

You haven't seen anything, Soph. He's so intense.

Intense how?

Intense like he asked me to go to the drive-in 20 times.

Says he wants to make up for lost time.

Shit.

Or he invites his friends to drink scotch

and play pool and poker.

That's not so bad.

Last time they did Michael Jackson karaoke

until 1 AM.

OK, yeah...

A little swim before the guests arrive?

No, I'm good.

No? Or we can just talk. Scoot over.

Shit, Dad!

What?

I told you. He's in a bad mood.

Dude?

-Don't feel like being at home? -Not at all. You either?

With my brother, my dad who's acting weird,

and my dad's friends coming to watch TV.

I'd rather die.

LOU AND SOPHIE

LOU AND SOPHIE

Hey, it's here.

Cool! There's parking right there.

-Are you sure you can fit? -Of course, dude. Easy.

You have to turn more.

I know. I'm just not used to Dolores.

-I can get out and help. -No need. I can do it.

It's fine. Calm down!

No need to get angry. He can't even hear you.

I'm usually good at this.

I'm doing the best I can! Two minutes!

No need to yell. He can't hear you.

I know!

Shit. Why isn't it working?

Hey! Relax!

Come in.

Hi, Dad.

I'm happy to see you.

-Hi. -Hi, Phil.

So? No trouble parking your boat in Montreal?

Not at all.

We finally found a big enough spot three streets away.

You've got a nice place, Phil!

Make fun of me.

No, really. It just needs a bit of decoration.

I haven't had time to set everything up.

I worked a lot.

Hey, my Super Nintendo!

Too bad. You should've taken it to Gasp�sie.

A sofa definitely wouldn't be too much.

Yeah.

Didn't you order a futon?

It hasn't come yet. It's on backorder.

Are you kidding?

No. It's been almost a month.

Seriously, forget it, Phil.

It's the least I can do.

If I can't have you sleep over...

Of course I'll press 2.

If they think I'll wait six months

for this futon without complaining...

It's OK, Dad. Hang up.

You should've called before you came. I would've arranged something.

It's really OK.

I'll borrow your bathroom.

Don't be surprised. The toilet gets blocked often.

OK.

Well, you look happy here.

Pretty much.

It's a different rhythm without you and your mother.

It's a bit calmer.

And nobody breaks my plates.

And...

have you seen her since you moved?

Yes, a few times.

It was OK. We laughed.

Did she give you the money?

Yep. Thanks for that.

I know it hasn't always been smooth between your mom and me.

-Not always? -What?

Dad, I think it's been smooth like

for five minutes since I was born.

As usual, you're exaggerating.

No, but I...

Maybe we can work things out.

Maybe.

You never know, huh?

I was able to flush.

Want me to give you my bed?

I can sleep on the floor. It's fine.

No, it's OK, Dad.

We have another option.

Sure?

Sure.

-This is good, huh? -Great.

Perfect for a road trip.

I could even sleep here all the time.

Me too, but I might masturbate on occasion.

Wait till I'm sleeping at least.

No, but think about it.

Like if we were on a ball

flying super fast in space,

I think we'd feel it, wouldn't we?

Come on, man.

I just want to sleep.

It's been proven that gravity is a scam.

No, I'll send you the videos.

Think you can talk shit somewhere else?

-We're sleeping. -Yeah. Sorry.

Good job.

Good night, lesbians.

What's their fucking problem?

Lou, forget it.

You think it's funny being a fucking idiot?

-Calm down, Lou. -Go back to sleep.

-I'm talking to you. -Don't touch me.

No? Or what?

Or this!

You're crazy, man!

-Shit, Lou, you're bleeding a lot! -Huh?

-No. -Yes. Don't argue!

-Are you OK? -Yeah. I didn't feel a thing.

Come on, Lou.

Can we just go to sleep?

It's just because I didn't have my baseball bat.

Earlier.

I should've taken it.

The next time, it won't stay in the trunk.

The next time?

That's reassuring.

Anyway, the night is really nice here.

I didn't say anything.

Exactly. What's wrong?

Is this really how our sabbatical year will be?

-How? -This.

Peeing in a bush and sleeping in our clothes

in a car full of chip crumbs.

Just until we can leave, Soph.

-How? -We'll find a way.

The important thing is being together.

I know.

It just isn't what I imagined when I left school.

Do you regret it?

-Huh, Soph? -No.

It's just...

-Nothing. -No. No. What?

It isn't important,

but tomorrow is the 29th.

It would've been my first day of school.

It bugs me to think about it.

Come on, Soph...

But it's fine.

After tomorrow, I won't think about it.

Dude.

Look at this.

I calculated that we need about 5,000 dollars

to go for a few months.

That's if we sleep in Dolores

and eat tomato sandwiches.

-5,000 dollars ? -That's not that much.

There are lots of ways to make that. Look.

"Selling things on Kijiji."

You're always tired of your clothes.

Yeah. They're old, used things that are worth nothing.

We won't get rich doing that.

OK. Or I thought we could do Uber with Dolores.

Or, you know, test medicines. Be guinea pigs.

And be vegetables for the rest of our days?

No, thanks.

"Sell weed for Fafard." Are you kidding?

What?

At least you didn't write "rob a store."

-Well... -Forget it.

Don't tell me I have to go back to the store.

Dude, it's almost been a month that

you haven't talked to Jimmy.

He's clearly fired you.

-You think. -Definitely.

We'll see.

But I don't really want to see him

because I'll have to go on a date with him.

What? No! I'm sure he's forgotten.

So when's our date?

I don't know, Jimmy.

Are we talking a week, a month, a year?

I'm free tonight if ever...

-Can we come-- -Hey!

You don't work here, Lou.

Come on, Jimmy-Jim. I'll work whenever you want.

I won't miss work. I won't even talk about your hair.

I just need to make money.

Forget it. You don't deserve to wear our polo.

But it does look good on you.

-We need someone. -Are you kidding me?

Yeah... no.

I'll pay 15 dollars, no, 16 dollars an hour.

What? I didn't even make that after two years.

Thanks, but no thanks.

17.

Don't take it badly, Jimmy,

but I wouldn't last here more than five minutes.

OK, and what if you said yes?

-Do you want me dead or what? -No. Listen.

You work here, and I find a job somewhere else.

We make twice as much money,

so we can leave twice as fast.

-Yeah, that's true. -Right?

And with Jimmy, you can slack off all the time.

He won't say anything.

OK, I'm interested.

When do I start?

OK. I have to do my CV.

-Where will you apply? -I really don't know, dude.

Do you see me selling phones

in front of the bag shop at the mall?

I'd love to see that.

Fuck off.

OK.

Get in.

Where are we going?

Somewhere I hate.

LOU AND SOPHIE

IMPECCABLE

I'll wait for you here.

I'll see if there's anything nice.

Good luck.

What happened to your nose?

-It wasn't like that yesterday. -It's nothing.

I hope you weren't in another fight.

No. So elbowed me when we were sleeping.

What do you want?

I want to talk to you.

And I didn't know if you were coming home,

so...

What is it?

I'm sorry for yesterday.

OK? I shouldn't have said what I did.

I'm glad you came home.

It's fine, Mom.

You don't really disgust me.

I'm going. Sophie's waiting.

Wait, wait.

I talked to your father too.

Where did you sleep last night?

In our car.

Really?

And we'll sleep in it until we can leave.

Where?

On a road trip.

What do you mean you're going on a road trip?

That's why we bought Dolores.

And for how long?

It depends on how much money we have, but for as long as possible.

A road trip costs a lot of money.

You won't go far with the money we gave you.

That's why we'll work to make more.

-Sophie's going to work? -Yeah. At the store.

And I'll find something that pays better.

Like what?

Why not here?

We need someone right away.

Just shoot me in the head now.

I'm sure you wouldn't hate it.

It's always been my dream

to fold underwear.

OK, OK. Enough. Forget it.

Dude.

OK, it's a bit older woman,

but it'd be really pretty with black jeans.

When did you steal that?

While you were talking to your mom.

The alarm didn't go off?

It's not my first time, dude.

I removed the tag. I just have to sew this back up.

-Is it hard? -No.

Easy peasy. And it's so expensive.

I took one for you too.

You don't have enough clothing.

Is it that ugly?

OK.

Know what?

Actually...

Actually, I think I'd like working here.

-OK. Nice joke. -No, really.

You just told me it'd be worse than a bullet in your brain.

Yeah.

I exaggerate.

And I won't have to send out CVs.

Or have an interview, right?

No. But it means that

we'll work together sometimes.

That too.

-Are you sure? -Yes.

-Yep. -OK then.

I'll bring the paperwork. Give me two minutes.

OK. I'm happy!

Me too.

What the fuck?

We're going to be rich, ma'am,

and we'll be out of here in no time.

LOU AND SOPHIE

Yo, Jimmy-Jim! Let's roll.

-Why are you here? -You didn't know?

Lou comes on all my first dates.

-No. I deserve a private date. -It isn't you who decides.

OK, then I'll tell the police about the hold-up.

Stop screwing around.

OK, fine. My God.

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