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What happened?

Your son brought this to school.

A sandwich?

Not just any sandwich. It's a peanut butter sandwich.

Do you realize he could've killed someone?

You're talking about allergies? Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't think about that.

Fine. Mr. Hébert...

What you and your family have been through is very sad and I'm very sorry.

But that doesn't excuse everything.

I know.

I find this sort of behavior quite disturbing.

But I've decided to allow you to come to Career Day for Jonathan's sake.

Thanks, I appreciate it.

I LOVE YOU XXX

Why don't you buy a new one instead?

I'd like to keep it as long as I can.

One day, your balls will pop right out.

Look, I don't have any money.

Is that criticism I'm hearing?

You get paid same as the others.

What do you do with all your money?

Gambling, alcohol, drugs, sex?

Unfortunately, it's nothing worthwhile. He's studying.

You are?

I'm in law school.

He's our exotic dancer. He works here to pay for school.

He can't accept the fact that he's a wrestler.

How come?

He has a degree in political science, one in journalism,

and one in literature.

He's looking for excuses to continue wrestling.

Marcel Proust.

-Is he related to Gilles? -Give it back.

Go, Marcel!

Give it back.

Hey, Eddie!

Oh, be careful with it.

Let's all bully him!

Goddamn it.

-How's it going? -Okay.

You look upset.

What's wrong?

I met with the school counselor.

-So? -He's so incompetent.

How come?

He told me I could be a lawyer or an engineer, if I wanted to.

Is that how I come across?

But... is it that bad?

That's too much pressure on someone with no ambition at all!

Fire! Fire!

-Jonathan! -Fire!

Jaimie! Kids!

Pretty slow. If it had been real, there'd be nothing left but your teeth.

It wasn't real?

No, but next time, it could be.

You're calling a fire drill in the middle of the night?

-No need to thank me. -I wasn't going to.

Why didn't you warn us?

Come on, only Tibetan monks can predict fires.

In school, they warn us before the fire drill.

They're frigging geniuses.

They're not so bad. They want to hear about Daddy's work.

Seriously? You're going to talk to the kids about wrestling?

-No, my real job is office clerk. -You said you'd talk about wrestling.

Not after what happened today. Your teacher wouldn't approve.

Go and talk about wrestling. It's your one chance of being interesting.

Can we go back to sleep? I'm a teenager, I need 16 hours of sleep.

When did you get so lame?

You mean, whose fault is it?

The kids will be so excited to hear about your job at the office.

It's not that bad.

Carl, we're planning to have lunch at the restaurant for Liette's birthday.

You're coming, too?

Uh... I'll try.

We're getting her bath salts.

Lucky her.

Hey, did you see the conjoined twins who sang on TV last Sunday?

It gave me goosebumps. I'm sure they'll make it to the finals.

Absolutely sure. Thanks.

That's when I saw him using the copy machine.

I asked him what he was doing, even though I knew he was using it

for personal purposes. It's forbidden, you know.

So I told him, "I hope you're not using it for personal purposes."

Oh, you should've seen him.

He turned red, then white...

-Jonathan will be disappointed. -I'm trying to avoid trouble.

So I went into his office,

and I asked him why she got to choose her vacation time before me.

He knows my sister's getting married on July 1st and I had asked...

Wouldn't you like your son to see you as a hero?

Of course, but the others already think Jonathan's a weirdo.

I think he'd be more popular, if you did it.

You're so annoying.

You're imagining me this way.

And by the way, your dad's right.

My father doesn't think about the kids or Jonathan, he thinks about himself.

He's trying to fix his own mistakes through me.

Hey, boy.

How was your day?

-Did you talk to your teacher? -Yeah.

-So, can I go? -No.

-How come? -She's says you're not a secret agent.

Come on.

She's knows you're a security guard.

That's my cover to remain anonymous.

Look, Carl.

I filmed my daughter's school talent show.

I have to--

Come on, it's only 11 minutes long.

Nice, isn't it?

Already. I wish it would never end.

I know. Should I start over?

Yes, I missed the beginning.

-Eddie! -Yeah?

I got a question.

I'm so sick of this. Yes, it's fake. All right?

That's not it.

I know you.

Yeah, I'm Carl Hébert's father.

Oh, yeah. I saw you the other day.

Yeah. Listen, I heard you were a bit short on cash.

Carl told you?

I have a proposition for you.

CAREER DAY

At that point, the fire was extremely intense.

The smoke was so thick, we couldn't see ten feet ahead.

Way in the back of the house, I heard a little voice saying,

"Help me. Help me."

When you have to choose between life or death, there's no hesitation.

I ran into the flames.

A beam fell right next to me...

What do you want?

Is your father gonna tell us how to become a loser?

Being a vet is fascinating, because you get to work with all kinds of animals.

I found our friend, Cléo, here, on a safari in the Congo.

She's a python constrictor.

So, I go in at... quarter to eight.

I have enough time to drink a coffee and sometimes eat a cookie.

We never know what to expect. It changes from day to day.

Sometimes I...

review some documents. It's one of the things I do.

Other times I answer...

the phone. People need information. That's another thing.

When I spend a lot of time on the phone, my ear becomes hot.

Revenge Hébert, did you think you could get away from me?

What are you doing here?

Get rid of this office clerk disguise, you're not fooling anybody.

Show your true self, the wrestler you really are.

Come on.

-Fight me. -Uh... no...

Hey!

Why are you here?

To give you back your identity. Look at the kids' reaction.

I tied your mask to my strap.

You may have found me, Eddie Amin Dada, but do you think that I, Revenge Hébert,

will let you leave this place in one piece?

I'm gonna make you bleed!

VIOLENCE IS NOT THE ANSWER

Dude, I told you your balls would pop out.

Let it go. Anyway, I bought a new one.

Ta-da.

My God, I see you've decided to invest in your wrestling career.

Yes, I dropped a few courses, so I can take on more fights.

Are you accepting the fact that you're a wrestler?

Let's just say that I finally understood there's something noble in what we do.

That... That is so true.

I can't tomorrow. The day after tomorrow, no problem.

3:30 p.m. is fine.

Okay, thank you. To you as well. Bye.

Who was it?

Sylvie, Jonathan's teacher.

What's wrong?

The little girl who's allergic to peanuts.

Her parents filed a complaint after our show.

Want me to care of it?

Absolutely not. You've done enough.

Just watch me.

Excuse me. Hello.

Hello.

I'm Carol Hébert, Jonathan's grandfather.

And the... wrestler's father.

But you look so young.

I'm here about the complaint.

Dad?

What is it?

-I wanted to thank you. -For what?

Jonathan told me what you did.

And it taught me a life lesson.

Oh... What do you mean?

I decided not to do what people expect of me.

And to not listen to the counselor.

I'll accept myself for who I am, just like you.

Does that mean you don't wanna be an engineer or a lawyer?

Exactly.

Okay. So what do you wanna be?

A star.

You mean in movies or music?

None of that. I just wanna be a star.

Like the ones you see on the covers of gossip magazines.

Oh.

Good luck.

I know he's coming to see you, but I wanted to talk to you first.

I want to apologize. What happened wasn't his fault, it's mine.

Don't be silly.

Of course not.

I know... I wasn't there for him.

All those years, I was...

assigned to high-importance tasks.

The worst part was, I couldn't say anything to him.

I had to keep it all inside. All those secrets.

If only I could make up for the Career Day he ruined.

I'm sure we'll find a way.

I'd feel so much better.

Out of curiosity...

What kind of high-importance tasks?

I can't tell you that.

Oh, I see.

Although...

now that the Cold War is over, I guess I can tell you.

Due to the incident, we're going to have another Career Day.

Today, we're happy meet a grandfather.

Please welcome Mr. Carol Hébert.

He's going to tell us all about being a secret agent.

Hi.

Hi.

Hey, Dad?

What is it?

You wanna say something?

Yes, I wanted to... say thank you.

Because I took care of the complaint?

Yeah.

I wanted to thank you, but not only for that.

Actually, I wanted to say

sometimes you're right, even though I hate to admit it.

Look...

if I wasn't so damn proud, that's what I would say.

And if I wasn't so proud, I would tell you...

that I'm proud of you. Really proud of you.

I'm proud to call you my son.

If only women knew what our silences are made of.

Maybe it's better they don't.

-What's that? -What?

I smell smoke.

Oh, no. Did you do this? You goddamn maniac!

I decided to have a fire drill with fire. It feels more real.