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Crave Original Series

Where is everyone?

It's fun that Anna's your friend, but it's gone too far.

We just don't want to feel you're putting Anna first.

My shrink's messing with my head.

She implied I'm more like

my mother than I want to believe.

We'll sign you, the first six months on us.

I'd like to apologize

to anyone I may have offended.

Amen, lady!

Christiane Dugas's pick of the week!

The mayor still runs a heartless administration

that's constantly making cuts.

If it wasn't to help Anna, I'd never have done it.

Call 911, Pat! He's having a heart attack!

Thanks, Étienne.

I'm saying I'm ready to live with you,

and all you can do is talk about a threesome with Kristof?

You're my first new body in a while.

Antoine might have chlamydia.

I'm going to kill him!

I can't remember the last time a girl did this to me.

Renaud left me one final gift before he died.

- Maryse Deschamps, your days are numbered.

I'm gonna kill you, you little shit!

Kimikaze? You're under arrest

for uttering death threats aimed at Mayor Deschamps.

- Can I see the charges? - Thanks.

What's he doing?

He can't just barge in.

Be patient.

- Thanks. - Ah!

911 fielded 3,000 calls

from people who saw the video and were worried for the mayor.

Yikes!

Hugo refused a lawyer.

That's a good sign! It means he's not guilty.

Of course he isn't!

Hello! Monique Brodeur.

I'm a friend of Mr. Archambault's,

a.k.a. Kimikaze,

seen in the video threatening the mayor.

As is often the case in life...

I know a thing or two about life.

I've been through a lot,

and I've seen power strangle

the wrong people,

like a boa constrictor.

Of course boas have the advantage,

but right now

the people are crying, "Injustice! Injustice!"

Kimikaze was framed.

You need to release her, now!

OK, that's enough! That's not how it works.

I'd like to meet the deepfake's specialist.

Who?

The internet forgery specialist.

Well, what about a big boss?

Who's in charge of all this?

OK, enough! Let's go!

I'm very sorry.

Finally!

- Mr. Archambault. - Hm?

Can I call you that?

I dress like a woman for a living,

but the rest of the time we're the same sex.

Are you still claiming to have nothing to do with the video?

No. I'm not claiming, I'm insisting.

Me, killing the mayor?

How would I do that, with high heels?

On April 20, 2012, during the Printemps érable's events,

you were stopped

during a protest that turned into a riot.

In another life, yes.

Assaulting an officer of the law.

Twelve stitches. That's a lot of anger.

It was in another life.

I was fighting for a cause, but I paid my fine.

Is this your new cause?

Because when I watch the video,

I'm convinced you're threatening the mayor's life.

Hang on, is this an interrogation?

I have a job to do.

In that case, I want to talk to a lawyer.

I feel like you think he's guilty.

If you knew how often people swear they're innocent,

only to be proven guilty.

But it makes no sense!

He just became a client, his career's taking off...

Why would he do that? It's professional suicide!

That's a pretty superficial reaction.

I'm sorry to react so superficially.

What I mean is,

we can't release someone on a feeling.

If something were to happen to the mayor,

who would the media point to?

I get it, but it horrifies me

that he might be innocent and still spend a night in jail.

It might not matter Àto you, but...

I get that.

Am I wrong, or is this our first fight?

I'm defending my colleagues, this isn't a fight.

A disagreement, then?

Earlier, you said you were fine.

But if I dig deeper,

is it possible you're mad at me for giving you chlamydia?

Listen... it's not ideal,

but it's not like you slept

with another guy without telling me.

I can't be irrational

and superficial about the whole thing, can I?

No. And I appreciate that.

Do we agree, then?

Yes.

Because I'd like you to come over for dinner

and visit my condo officially.

OK.

- I'll text you? - Mm-hm.

Bye. - Bye.

- You've reached Patricia Rivest.

Leave your name and number, and I'll get back to you.

Hi, Patricia, this is Anna Brodeur.

I need to see you as soon as possible.

ANNA COMES HOME

Does Jean-Michel ask you to do this every time?

Ever since COVID, yes.

In the 90s, Patrick would've tested us for STIs, but...

Comedy's all about timing, eh Alex?

I heard some laughs.

All that matters is that Jean-Michel's back home

and he makes the media happy.

They love him, so it shouldn't be hard.

I've got 72 interview requests.

Don't tell Tessa!

OK, time for the drops!

I asked my friend Judith to analyze the video,

but she can't tell if it's a deepfake.

It has to be a fake.

Hugo swore it was, the lawyer just told me.

I'm not saying I'm right, I'm just giving you information.

Who is this Judith?

A former hacker

who's now the head of cybersecurity at Kirouac & Sons.

Oh?

If it really was Kimikaze, what do we do?

Did he kill anyone?

No, but a death threat is almost as bad.

What if he did it, and we're defending him?

Once he gets out,

I'll have a serious conversation with him.

Oh! Pat's going to have "the talk".

- The talk! - The talk!

In the meantime, no comment!

No comment, that's what I say in my dreams.

OK, back to work!

Hurry, Céleste, or you'll be late!

Leave your tests here.

Pat! Pat, Pat, Pat?

Can I talk to you for a second? - Yes?

I need to step out for an appointment around 11.

Anna, fuck!

"Anna, fuck" what?

I can't let you leave whenever you want!

You say that like I leave all the time.

Well... Last week, I almost had a mutiny on my hands

because I give you too many privileges.

- Privileges? - Yes.

Your mother handcuffed herself to a desk.

Your two-day absence after our fight.

The STI test during our weekly staff meeting.

Want me to keep going?

No, but please remind my colleagues

I regularly work after hours.

Not as much now that you're in love with Samuel.

Whoa! I feel a trap.

I'm not in love with Samuel. I'm enamoured and fascinated.

Is that a new paint colour?

Pat, please!

In the future, I won't book appointments during work hours.

For today, could you send me on an errand to cover for me?

It's important.

- Important, how? - Mental health.

Speaking of mental health...

Have you heard anything?

Céleste's bringing him back after his court appearance.

After that, we'll review the judge's conditions.

So you're sure the video's a fake?

Why would we change our minds?

Yes, why?

We're talking about Kimikaze,

with whom you openly discuss vaginal dryness on the web.

We're friends, but can we ever truly know a person?

- We know them enough, right? - Right.

In theory. But take you, sweetheart.

You burned down a house for revenge.

I never thought you could do something like that.

That's not true! You said you knew!

"Revenge is a dish best served cold," remember?

My instinct told me you might've done it,

but I had no idea you'd take things so far.

Are you saying the video could be real?

I didn't sleep a wink.

Last week, when we met to discuss the launch,

Hugo started to lambaste the mayor in my living room.

Lambaste?

He was very critical of the mayor

and her "heartless" administration.

I'd never seen him so worked up.

- OK, what else? - Nothing.

But when you have a good script, there's always a subtext.

And what's the subtext here?

That he wants to wipe Mayor Deschamps off the map!

Our favourite maestro!

Focus on the smile, OK?

I didn't sleep well at all.

I wish I could sleep as bad and have skin as nice as yours!

Hey, gorgeous!

Érika!

- J-M! - Hi!

- We're glad to have you back! - I'm glad to be back.

Not the great Monique Brodeur?

My God...

"Murmurs of crystal, echoes of a broken past.

Tears of light, a forgotten secret.

A maze of dreams, the child looks for the key..."

Invisible Tears.

My mother read it to me when I was little.

- She was ahead of her time. - Mm-hm.

Is she a client? - Alas, no. I'm...

Anna's mother. Anna's our newest hire.

- Hello! - Hi.

- It's a pleasure. - It sure is!

Congratulations on your success.

It's very inspiring. - Thank you!

Érika, can you take care of our prince?

I'll join you in a sec.

- Come with me! - What's the word?

Everyone wants to see you, but we have to be selective.

Still want me to deal with that little issue?

- Absolutely. Let's go! - OK.

Where's Kimi?

Céleste was supposed to bring her back.

Where is he?

It's complicated with his criminal record...

- He has a criminal record? - Oh!

The judge won't release him until

the video is authenticated by the police.

That's awful.

What did the lawyer say?

Stéphane's going to call, but he wanted to give you this.

- Patrick, I swear it wasn't me!

I'd never do something like that!

The whole thing's a nightmare.

Please, please, get me out of here!

PSYCHOLOGY CLINIC

I'm sorry!

Not a problem. You're the first to arrive.

Oh, I forgot to mention I'd be coming alone.

- Alone? - Is that a problem?

As long as the session doesn't turn into

a punching bag disguised as your mother.

Of course not.

Since I'm the only one today, will you charge accordingly?

Of course not.

I'm not a compulsive liar. I don't know why I did it!

I didn't want to hurt anyone.

But I want to stop feeling guilty

when I'm with Samuel.

All this because he thinks

Renaud gave you chlamydia?

Yes!

I don't want this one thing

to define who I am.

I'm done with that. Is it too much to ask?

Of course not.

But weren't you avoiding the truth

for the 10 years you lived in Paris?

Why would this be any different?

Because I wasn't in therapy.

Now I'm sitting in front of you.

And I'm much more clear-eyed?

Maybe I lied to Samuel because I like him.

I'm not saying I'm in love, but...

You find him interesting enough to keep going?

Yes.

What if Samuel's "the one"?

What if he's one of the reasons I came home?

I don't mean to get esoteric, but...

How does one come to terms with guilt?

I hoped that with your experience,

you could offer me some wisdom?

Or, given the context,

just saying you understand would be a good start.

You pay me too much for that.

OK, you're right!

I want to be more truthful, more authentic.

But I can't tell Samuel that I lied.

It's not an option.

Tell me about this guilt.

Ahh! Guilt? Well...

It keeps me from looking too hard in the mirror.

It keeps me up at night. It gives me panic attacks.

It has a lot of power over my life.

You want to make friends with guilt?

You think I'm naïve.

But it must be possible to live

without betraying the people we love, no?

Of course.

I always do the opposite of what's right.

It does seem like it.

What does that mean?

That you lack confidence.

I'm like my mother, and I lack confidence.

Anna, your mother was your only parental figure.

She played all the roles.

And, let's face it:

with her interesting personality,

the chances of her failing you were astronomic.

So, yes, you are like your mother in many ways.

But what if we worked

on becoming a better version of your mother?

The lawyer has a lot to say!

It's not the first time. They must be talking strategy.

Oops... that's not a good sign.

Not a good sign?

Hang on, I'll...

I'll call you back, OK? Thanks.

Don't tell me you're giving up?

He's got a criminal record!

What if he did make the video?

Why would he have done that?

You said it yourself, we can never know a person!

I know, but he was begging you.

He was pretty convincing...

If it's not a deepfake,

how can I possibly justify defending a guy

who threatened to kill the mayor?

It's serious! I have to think of the company.

He's not a longstanding client like Antoine!

Listen to the message again.

Some things don't lie.

- Patrick, I swear it wasn't me!

I'd never do something like that!

The whole thing's a nightmare.

Please, please, get me out of here!

Mia? Can your hacker friend analyze the video?

I'll check.

From now on, I want Kimikaze's detention treated

like the greatest injustice on Earth.

- Worse than war? - Only slightly less.

I want it all over the news, OK?

OK, boss!

Hi! I'm calling to say I'm ready

to visit your condo, whenever you want.

MEDIA TOUR

Three days of interviews,

that's no picnic. - Don't worry.

The ones with stars are still waiting for confirmation.

They know we're thinking it over.

OK. Or, we do

a big conference with everyone at the same time.

Like Celine.

Since you're rarely in town,

I want to avoid the kind of media circus

with revolving doors.

But if they were better prepared?

Well...

Ask me about performance anxiety,

loneliness, isolation...

Then, sure, I could say that I miss my roots.

And poutine, of course.

I always tell everyone to come prepared, but...

We could cut the list,

but I really need you to make an effort this time.

Want to see my photo with Gaga?

Yes!

She's so funny. She was hysterical at my party.

She could do stand-up, she's so good.

No, no! It's just allergies.

Everyone tested negative this morning.

We even set that up for you.

My immune system's shouting at me

because I'm always jet-lagged.

I can't afford to get sick, Pat. Do you get it?

I get it. But Érika really does have allergies.

Then take your antihistamines!

I can't deal with her coughing all week.

I'll go nuts.

She spent a month prepping your tour.

You're the highlight of her year.

What if I did it with you?

I'd love that, but I've got a client in prison.

What?

I'm giving him all my attention.

If it happened to you, I'd do exactly the same thing.

Céleste?

No, too anxious. I just stopped biting my nails.

Well... What about Alex?

He's 100% in love with me.

What? Did he come onto you?

No, but I can tell.

I've got good radar. - Ah.

Why don't I try Monique's daughter?

- Anna? - Mm-hm.

I'm self-sufficient.

Anna's new to the business.

She's got good instincts, a good sense of humour.

Great!

Let me tell Érika first.

Come on.

It's not a cancer diagnosis.

Don't take it like that.

How should I take it?

My whole family knew I was supposed

to spend the week with him.

I'm sorry I have to read your file on the spot.

You don't look like your mother at all.

- You don't think so? - No.

You're like two strangers. - Mm.

She's aged, hasn't she?

Everyone ages.

I think she's still a very attractive woman.

Me too.

But everyone knows the screen is unforgiving

when it comes to women.

I don't mean to be rude, but you were what?

Two years old when she was on TV?

- YouTube. - Got it.

I was researching interviews on the composers

Claude Vivier and André Prévost.

She was a great interviewer.

Except for when it was obvious she wanted to sleep

with the guest.

Speaking of, what happened to her career?

Like you just said,

women are rarely granted the privilege of aging onscreen.

It wasn't because she's tough to work with?

I'm really sorry.

Can you give me five minutes to finish reading?

No need. You can make the schedule, OK?

Just don't get me before 10.

Oops! Our lovely agenda says we're starting at 8.

Oops! Tell your lovely agenda

that the maestro's still in bed at 8.

What do I tell the journalist we booked?

I don't know, that's your job.

Remember to come get me, OK?

Bye! - Bye!

What if it takes five days

for the police to prove the video's a fake?

He'll stay in jail? That's crazy!

Maryse won't get involved in an ongoing police investigation.

You're forgetting the word "unfair".

As a gay man,

doesn't it bother you to see Hugo locked up?

It reeks of homophobia!

No, no, no, don't go there! You've got a lawyer?

Use him, because Maryse isn't getting involved.

In that case,

say goodbye to the threesome with my hot, sexy boyfriend.

You can't bring our personal lives into this!

You bet I can! Ciao!

Hey! I just got your message. Want me to pick you up?

I would've loved that, but Patrick just gave me

Jean-Michel Marsolais's promo tour.

- Maestro Marsolais? - Yup!

His media tour starts tomorrow, and I've got lots to read up on.

He's my mother's hero!

She says he's got "tons of style and panache for his age."

- He's got all that, and much more!

- Could I ask a favour? - Sure.

Could you get an autograph? My mom would love you!

I'm sure I could work something out. What's her name?

Alice. She'll love you anyway, but...

You can give it to her when you meet her.

Sounds great. I'll talk to you later, OK? Bye!

Are you here for an update? - Is there one?

Patrick's busting his ass,

but there's nothing to be done today.

Oh, my God! Kimi must be beside herself.

My God...

Can I offer you a glass of wine?

That'd be lovely,

but I don't want to impose.

Come in.

Jean-Michel Marsolais thinks you were an excellent interviewer.

- He talked about me? - Sure did.

Did he say anything else?

He said you were a beautiful woman.

Wow!

The guy's got great ears and great eyes. Cheers!

What's going on, sweetheart?

Is someone forcing you to be nice?

Of course not.

I'm being open with you.

I'm trying to work on it.

It looks good on you.

I know I've been quick to criticize you,

but I want that to change.

True, you've been good at handing out criticism,

but I'll toast to change!

- Cheers! - Cheers!

In the spirit of fixing past errors,

maybe you could ask Jean-Michel

to compose a symphony

and put the poems from my latest collection to music?

- What? - He likes my work.

You could give him my book

and encourage him

to write an accompanying symphony?

He's done it before for other artists.

Can you imagine what that would mean for me? What a comeback!

Mom, I'm his press agent. I can't do that.

- You can't, or you won't? - Think about it.

When it comes to helping me out,

your heart of stone has the upper hand, eh?

Hey! How's it going?

I was just leaving.

Can I count on you to help Kimikaze tomorrow?

Of course you can count on me.

I'm always ready to help the people I love.

I was born that way.

Thanks, Stéphane.

The police said the video was uploaded

from Kimikaze's cell phone.

Three hours before the launch.

- That means he did it? - Not necessarily.

Someone could've hacked his phone remotely.

With Pegasus, you don't even have to click on a link.

So, what do we do?

Mia's friend is working on it.

- If it's not him... - It's not him.

I've decided. It can't be him.

Do we know who it could be?

That's the problem...

- Hello? - Anna?

Yes?

Is there a problem, Jean-Michel?

I'm a little jet-lagged,

and I have a big craving for a poutine from Henriette's.

And why do I need to know that?

I don't have any money and I'm a little drunk...

Could you come meet me at Mozart's park?

- Tadam! - Wow!

What about you?

I don't eat in the middle of the night.

You should've said something. I wouldn't have bothered you.

It's fine. Nothing wrong with munchies.

- Mmm. - Here.

Thanks.

The journalists will eat it up.

I'll tell them I got a poutine first thing

after leaving the airport. They love that kind of shit.

Is it good?

A little cold, but...

I don't usually walk around at night with a microwave.

Patrick told me you were funny.

I love it. I owe you.

Speaking of, my boyfriend's mother loves you,

and I was thinking if you get a moment tomorrow,

maybe you could sign a photo for her?

No, I don't do that in-house.

In-house?

For staff.

I sign so many, I need a break.

I get it.

- Patrick didn't tell you? - No.

- Sure you don't want any? - No, thanks.

- Hello? - It's me.

Mayor's office, 10:30. You have 10 minutes.

Thanks, Kristof!

And by the way, my doctor said

my heart should be in good shape soon.

OK. Bye!

Anna... - Huh?

I don't want to overstep, but are you running late?

No, no. Definitely not.

OK. Sleep well?

Very well, thanks.

Break a leg! You'll see, he's not that bad.

- Well? - I still don't know

about the video, but I found something interesting.

I started a thread on Reddit,

and with my fake handle I use on Tor,

I just sent a request to access an underground forum.

What's the forum about?

How much they hate drag queens.

Is Kimikaze mentioned?

OMG, so many times!

Fuckoff4035 wants her dead.

OK.

TO JEAN-MICHEL: I'M DOWNSTAIRS!

Hello!

Your coffee. - Thanks.

- Digest well? - Mm-hm.

I need to be in my bubble right now.

Of course! You do you.

I think we should just meet up at the restaurant.

You'd rather we take separate cars?

- Yeah, it's how I do mornings. - OK.

Meet you there!

You were a meter apart.

Kimikaze laughed with you, she protected you!

With all due respect, I think you're overdoing it.

I'm sorry I got carried away, but tell me:

in your heart,

do you honestly think she could've done this?

Did you see the video?

That's what's so horrible!

This is what deepfakes do!

And now, one of your citizens is being unjustly detained.

Someone who tried to help you,

despite your political differences.

If he didn't do it, I sympathize.

But what do you want me to do?

I'm holding a press conference at 1 p.m.

I'd like you to speak.

About what?

I can't criticize my police department

in the middle of an investigation.

Of course not,

but you could speak out against the situation.

Say that Kimikaze should be presumed innocent,

and you don't believe she could do something like this.

I can't do that, Patrick!

Mayor Deschamps, you trusted PBLD once.

You were even Christiane Dugas's pick of the week.

Trust me on this again.

I'm telling you, he didn't do it.

I like you,

but I will not attend your press conference.

I'm happy to talk afterwards.

- Excuse me, can I take this? - Go ahead.

Hello?

Really?

Can you take a screenshot? I'll show it to the mayor.

Thanks!

This doesn't prove anything,

but we just found an underground forum

posting death threats against Kimikaze.

I respect your decision,

but if I were your press secretary,

I'd say it's time to stick your neck out.

People see me on stage,

conducting prestigious orchestras,

but few are aware of the self-doubt it involves.

How do you manage?

Talk to my nails!

Music is my life.

It's been my refuge since I was young.

But my gift can also be a burden.

Each challenge has shaped me,

and despite it all, I wouldn't change a thing.

And I always love coming home.

There's nothing like getting off the plane

and heading straight to Henriette for a real poutine!

A real poutine!

Thank you for your generosity.

I'm a big fan.

Thanks, it means a lot.

Thank you, Jacqueline.

Did you see her eyes when I said the magic words?

You have good instincts.

It's very touching to hear you speak.

Can we change restaurants? I hate the vibe here.

OK... what vibe are you looking for?

The vibe at Adriatic, like I told Érika.

I know, but it's closed today.

If you call, I'm sure they'll find something.

OK, but what do we do about...

If she wants to talk to me, she can come with.

You're aware this will mess with an already tight schedule?

Anna, I don't want to stay here. At all.

And I really want to eat an omelet from Adriatic.

- OK! - OK?

We'll post a pic on Instagram to thank them, OK?

- Got it! Bye. - Great. Bye!

Hey there!

Hi! Hello, everyone!

What's going on, Mona?

We're not going to let

our little sister Kimikaze rot in jail!

Enough is enough!

Plus, everyone knows a cop

who eats too much sugar never makes good decisions.

Remember that time when Kiara--

OK, girls, want Mama to take you out again?

Let's be gracious, given the circumstances. Smile! OK.

This way. Follow me!

Hello! Thanks for coming.

Monique Brodeur, grande dame and Kimikaze's friend.

Thanks for being here, ladies.

We've gathered everyone here today to...

... introduce the mayor of Montreal, Maryse Deschamps!

Thank you.

Hello, everyone.

A few minutes ago, I was informed

that the online platform Reddit hosts a forum that,

I'll be frank,

doesn't exactly celebrate drag queens.

A group of 28 individuals

uses offensive language to ridicule and threaten

Montreal's drag queens. This behaviour is unacceptable!

Kimikaze's name appears several times throughout the forum.

We used this new information

to push the investigation further,

and experts managed to prove the video was a deepfake.

Thank you! Thanks.

I'd like to thank Adriatic for having us. Thank you.

Let's let Jean-Michel eat.

We'll continue with Maria in about 15 minutes.

I can't digest that fast.

OK.

Maria? In 30 minutes.

Of course.

They must've changed the chef or something.

The omelet's awful!

- What? - Uh-huh.

Try it! I'm telling you, it's...

No, no, no, I'm OK.

Want to see the menu so you can order something else?

- Yeah, probably. - Perfect.

Thanks.

Could I see a menu?

Jean-Michel would like to order something else.

DETENTION CENTRE

Oh, kitten! Here...

I'm ashamed and I don't know why.

Patrick never gave up.

I'm sorry.

Stop! It was a deepfake. The police confirmed it.

They don't know who did it, but your phone was hacked.

I know, but I thought I was past the days

when just being myself was dangerous.

Jean-Michel?

Tell me she's dead and it's over!

Almost. And it's a he.

Robin Lacroix, he writes for Montreal Urbain.

He's excited to talk to you. You'll be great.

Without you, I'd be nothing.

Stop! You've been a champ all day.

One last interview, and then it's over for today.

Fine. But can we cancel the whole day tomorrow?

No, because you're beloved and professional.

You're so tough!

It's not as nice as Patrick's place.

Stop! It's perfect.

It's you.

Can I get you something to drink?

Sure! What do you have?

- A glass of white? - Perfect.

How was your day?

Long and intense.

And I have bad news for your mom.

- Oh? - I haven't given up.

But the maestro wasn't super keen on the idea.

He's a pain in the ass?

I'm not talking without my lawyer!

- Cheers! - Cheers.

Did you want a tour?

What's there to see?

The guest room and my bedroom.

Which do you prefer? - Hmm...

Thank you, Jean-Michel Marsolais!

Do you have any dreams left?

Do I have any dreams left, Anna?

Hmm... I dream of a better world, free of injustice?

- Hah! Is that all? - Mm-hm.

Thanks for everything!

I'm terribly excited to see your next concert.

Thanks, Solange!

We're excited to read your article.

Bye!

She's terribly excited. - Yup.

Ahhh!

It's over! Congrats!

Can I buy us a drink?

That's very nice of you,

but it was a big three days for me too.

What can I do to thank you?

If you insist...

it'd be nice if you could sign this photograph

for my boyfriend's mother.

And since you liked her poems, here.

I promised my mother I'd give you

a copy of her new poetry collection.

So I could put it to symphonic music?

I promised her I'd mention it, that's all.

Why mention it if you know it's ridiculous?

Because when we make a promise, we try to keep it?

OK. And it doesn't matter that your promise pisses me off?

You asked me how you could thank me, so...

Yeah, but for something fun.

I don't want to feel like you're another vulture circling me,

waiting to attack.

It's like that everywhere I go.

Everyone wants something from Jean-Michel Marsolais.

Everyone. Everywhere. All the time. It's exhausting!

I got it. I'm really sorry.

I thought you had good judgment.

Excuse me?

Are you questioning my judgment?

That's right.

And I'll have a word with Patrick.

You know what?

Coming from the biggest monster I've ever met.

Excuse me?

You woke me up at 1 a.m. to bring you a fucking poutine,

and you're questioning my judgment?

All you had to say was no...

Of all the people I know, you are, by far,

the most out of touch with reality!

And believe me, that includes my mother.

I don't know how you sleep at night,

treating people the way you do.

If I were you, I'd be ashamed.

Bye!

Hi.

I just spent two hours on the phone

listening to Jean-Michel vent.

Sorry.

Did you really call him

"the biggest monster I've ever met"?

Couldn't you keep your mouth shut?

What did you want? To be right?

To win?

I lost it.

It's worse than that!

The whole industry will be saying

that PBLD gives its clients shit.

We never give our clients shit. Never!

Even when they're tough to handle!

Did you think about what I've spent 10 years building?

Please forgive me, Pat.

You know what this means, right?

I'll have to find another job.

You say you don't want to be like your mother.

If you want my advice, keep going to therapy.

Maybe it's a sign you should start writing again?

Yeah...

I still owe Patrick so much money,

and developing a project can take a long, long time...

Losing my job today wasn't ideal.

Everything's going to be fine. Trust me.

Can you hold me?

Of course...

For what it's worth... I love you, Anna Brodeur.

Mom, I just lost my job because I asked

Jean-Michel Marsolais to put your poems to music!

I thought it was because you insulted him?

You owe me! You can't write about us, that's it!