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PREVIOUSLY We agreed to have a
threesome.

That includes three people,
not two.

- We also agreed that Anna
wouldn't be in the way.
- She had an emergency.

Of course, she also comes before
everyone else!

Do you remember when Antoine's
Mercedes caught on fire?

Are you fucking kidding me?

I love you, Anna Brodeur.

I want you to suffer.

Tell him that we had sex and
that you gave him my chlamydia!

Or I'll tell on you!

I'm really sorry about
that night.

Rachel really needed to
reconnect and I couldn't tell
her it was too much.

But I'm not cruel, you don't
need to tell your police.

However, I'd love for you
to write me a great part
for my comeback.

- I love you, husband.
- I love you, wife.

My editor would love for me to
write a novel on our progress
in therapy.

I understand how Dad couldn't
stand you.

You won't write about us.
No way.

Alright, noted.

I'm in the middle of writing, so
I thought a little pick-me-up
would do me some good.

Mom?

Mom?

Mom?

- Kimi?
- Yes.

- Well, well!
- Hey.

Really? How old are you?

Honey, I'm your mom, not your
daughter.

Oh, take that.

You just spent two days in the
ICU for an overdose

and I shouldn't ask questions?

Of course not.

Is she taking drugs regularly?

- Never.
- No.

- We drink a lot, but--
- No, but I...

- I didn't follow the posology
well.
- It happens.

If you don't stop covering for
her, I'll ask Patrick to stop
representing you.

Well, you could, but since I
already see you as the sister I
never had,

it would tarnish your charming
personality.

- No.
- Don't do that.

It's alright, put your phone
away.

Put that away, Mother
Superior.

I reconnected with my dealer.

The lovely Coco.

Right, you have an
official dealer?

Sometimes, I need a little
boost, to get the juices flowing
and meet my deadlines.

Momo, minimize damage now before
it gets ugly.

- Please, Kimi.
- Tell her the truth.

She'll find out eventually.

Anna... Anna.

Turn around, look.

- Huh?
- Look.

I'd kill you if it were legal.

FOUR DAYS LATER

How did you feel when she broke
her promise once again?

I was really disappointed.

And angry.

But I did see her in the ICU and
she wasn't faking. It...

You were afraid you'd lose her?

Yeah.

How did that make you feel?

I realized that I wasn't ready
to be an orphan.

Your father's still alive, no?

Since I decided to cut him out
of my life,

the idea of losing Monique--

How are you coping with the
decision to cut him out of
your life?

We didn't make an official
announcement like,

"We'll never see each
other again."

But our dinners every two years
felt unnatural.

He didn't contact me again
either.

How long have you unofficially
stopped talking?

Last time we saw each other, I
had started dating Antoine,

so 19 or 20 years ago.

Are you at peace with that?

I'm not over the moon,

but since he didn't really
choose me either,

it's perfect the way it is.

How long has this exclusion been
going on?

Since my childhood.

So you didn't really decide to
cut him out of your life?

Yeah, you could say that.

Am I assuming or do I sense some
underlying anger?

You're very perceptive.

Monique also suffered.

If she loved him as much as she
hates him now, then...

Does he have a name?

Marc.

Tremblay.

Your father abandoned you, Anna?

You could say that.

Yeah.

But...

I learned to live with his
decision.

I'm happy to hear that.

So everything's going well?

Mm-hmm.

ANNA COMES HOME

- Feeling good?
- Yeah, why wouldn't I?

You're coming back from therapy.
You look...

That's how I normally look at
the end of the day.

- I can't wait for your
surprise.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

I'm especially excited to know
why you've been acting weird
for a week.

Or two.

Just warning you, it's big, but
it's part of a process.

What's your fucking surprise?

Come with me.

Isn't it great?

You remodeled everything?

Why do you think I had you all
work from home for a week?

Look!

Look, it's perfect to expand.

Of course, when that's
your goal.

You never told me you wanted
to expand.

You never asked me if you could
run away to Paris.

Fair enough.

I left because I was going
through a huge heartbreak from a
major breakup.

My breakup's different, because
it's giving me wings.

Right.

Where will you go with your
new wings?

Towards success.

I decided to embrace who I am

and become the best workaholic
in public relations,

in the most beautiful office
in town!

What does your amazing therapist
Robin say about all of this?

Nothing.

I fired her.

She doesn't know yet.

Champagne?

Hm!

My God.

As my official wife, could you
try to look impressed?

I'm happy to fulfill my role as
your devoted wife,

but I have one last question.

Yes?

You were seeing Robin to try to
find balance between your
professional

and personal life, but now,

by cutting out an important
part, aren't you afraid that--

Anna, you found me on the living
room floor crying my eyes out.

- Yes, but--
- That won't happen again.

- Pat... I was in the same boat
as you.
- I know.

I chose to find balance
through work.

Helping a client in crisis is
what makes me feel alive,
energized and useful.

Any other questions,
Anna "Robin Junior"?

Champagne?

Hi there!

It's not my birthday, love.

For me, it's your birthday
every day.

You can do whatever you want
with me...

before and after dinner.

Antoine, my love.

You can't spend your days trying
to make me happy.

Why not?

We both know that you'll break
down if you keep going
like this.

You don't find me attractive
anymore?

That's not it.

I know you.

You need attention.

You need to shine.

I don't get it.

You need to make a professional
comeback.

What's your comeback plan?

Do you have one?

Everything alright?

Sorry, the champagne's
keeping me up.

I'll buy another one.

I don't care about that. Why are
you cleaning at 11 p.m.?

It helps me unwind.

Unwind what?

Patricia implied that I have
inner rage.

Like during your Mercedes phase?

We didn't talk about that phase
in particular,

but if I think about it, it
might be related.

Since I wasn't at your
appointment, let's hear it.

According to her, it could all
be related to...

To what?

The fact my dad abandoned me.

It's true that you always had
fucked up relationships
with men.

What do you think?

I wouldn't be cleaning your
fucking kitchen if she
weren't right.

Aside from insulting our
housekeeper, does this help you?

I thought I was over all
of this.

It's like I keep ruminating
about it.

That's good, though. It's a
breakthrough.

Did that happen a lot
with Robin?

No, but I know about it.

You just need to find an outlet
to manage your anger.

- If I find us the right
outlet--
- Us?

You think like Patricia.

The Mercedes incident, my fucked
up relationships with men.

You're already one step ahead of
me, Pat. You could help me.

They weren't that fucked up.

When I went to play pickleball
with Monique,

I was also reluctant at first,

but after a couple of sessions,
I realized that it was helping
us a lot.

Just a reminder that your mom
wrote a novel without your
permission.

Yeah, but it's different.

I don't need to cut her out of
my life anymore.

I negotiate with her. We talk to
each other.

We have a healthier
relationship.

Even if it doesn't seem
like it yet.

What's the point if your dad's
not there?

He doesn't have to be.

It's symbolic.

To acknowledge things.

Like what?

Neglect.

That's truly a therapeutic
breakthrough.

She caught me.

I didn't think I needed to
go there.

She's good.

What kind of activity
could we do?

- Not boxing, I hate that.
- Noted.

You'd come with me?

If that's what you need, then,
of course.

I think it could really help me.

I'm not as strong as I thought.

If you think that's what you
need, we could consider boxing.

Thank you, husband.

My pleasure.

Today at 8:27 a.m., you're about
to walk into your newly
renovated office.

Surprise!

What was the issue with how it
was before?

Nothing.

It’s more open, more minimal,
but still warm.

It inspires respect and
maturity.

Isn't it obvious?

Your office is in a better
spot, but...

We'd just renovated.

All the CO2 released by the old
and new paint is a big "fuck
you" to the environment.

- What are these shitty
reactions?
- I love it.

It's more mature and it's
perfect to expand. Well done.

I also find it exciting.

Finally! Normal and adult
reactions!

- It's still--
- Sorry, it's still what?

What Céleste wanted to say was
that yes, it's beautiful,

but if you ask us to work like
maniacs to finance the
renovations...

Well said. That's why we're
reacting like this.

Exactly. We liked the human,
vibrant aspect of the old PBLD.

It's the same PBLD, but better.

Alright, Pat.

Let's try to stay in a
celebratory mood.

I understand your environmental
concerns

and your desire to keep your
quality of life,

but nothing will change.

The new employees will take care
of the excess work.

New employees? How many?

We'll talk about it later.

- Can we talk?
- Can it wait?

Not really.

The new password is my last
name, PBLD and 3433.

Do we choose the desk we want or
did Napoleon choose for us?

Oops, I mean you.

Choose according to your
chakras, Alex.

Come, Mia.

Wait, I have to take this.

Patrick Bernier.

Clara Dandurand, is this a
good time?

Of course. How can I help?

- You know who I am?
- Yes.

Everyone knows Clara Dandurand
in Québec.

Do you know about my live from
last night?

Normally, I'm up to date,

but we just finished renovating
the office,

so what happened?

It'd be easier to watch it and
call me back.

I'll do that.

I'm touched you thought
about me.

I'd wait to see the video before
saying that.

Perfect, I'll watch it with my
team and come back to you.

Talk to you in a bit.

- After the emergency meeting.
- No.

It's non-negotiable.

Emergency meeting, guys! Now!

Clara Dandurand just called me.

I thought we weren't helping
desperate causes anymore.

"Sorry, but I drank too much
last night and..."

We can't just take care
of Jean-Michel Marsolais
press junket.

I'm sorry, but--

"Since I spent ten years in
France."

Clara Dandurand is a former
political advisor who is
plus sized

and who became an influencer to
promote body positivity.

She's big online.

- Pat.
- What?

That's not what I meant.

You keep correcting us.

You guys are exhausting.

Tonight I need to confess
something.

I also gave in to the injectable
treatment in the thigh,

the one that helps you
lose weight.

You couldn't tell yet,

but I lost 9 kg.

I never thought I'd say that...

but I started dreaming

about being a normal size.

Oh, my God.

I can't believe it either.

To be able to go in any shop and
buy my dream dress

without asking if they have
my size.

This morning,

my doctor told me to stop the
injections because of the side
effects.

It's not fair.

Of course, I'll get over it soon

because I accept myself for who
I am, but I wanted to let you
guys know.

Alright.

Love, gang.

She's lost all credibility.

So she should kill herself?

No, but no one will want to buy
her books now.

That's why we step in.

Otherwise, why would she pay us
$400 an hour if we can't
help her?

It's touching that she admitted
it publicly.

We could start from there.

All she did was show everyone
she has an alcohol problem.

Rule number one: drinking
alcohol is no excuse

for inappropriate behaviour
or comments online.

It's causing quite a stir
online.

"Shame on you," "Clara is a
sell-out," "Traitor-in-chief."

"After ten years of fighting
fatphobia, you abandon us for
the Barbie dream."

This won't be easy.

This isn't our first challenge.

Agnès, you'll help Mia.

We want to know what
controversial statements

she could've made online
in the last ten years.

Meanwhile, our great team will
find possible solutions.

So you already accepted to
represent her?

Any other questions?

I do.

I was wondering if I was part of
the main team,

because sometimes I feel like
the girl who's never chosen in
gym class.

Since you don't know her, you
could look at her best-sellers

and see what quote could
be useful.

What a great idea.

That's why he's the boss, right?

We'll take stock tomorrow
morning at nine.

And at ten, I'll present her
with solutions.

I'm no literary genius, but I'd
remove the "S" at the end of
"solution."

I got it.

Can we do this in under a
minute?

I wanted to wait until the end
of the month and be more
friendly about it,

but since I'm on a timer...

Before you hire anyone, I want
to be account manager.

Senior.

Wow.

Nothing less, alright.

You know that if I promote you,
it means...

You won't be managing alone
anymore.

I'm in a league of my own, you
know it.

I'll have to replace you in
social media.

It wasn't in my plan with the
expansion.

Agnès would be perfect.

Agnès?

Does she have the flair and
skills needed?

Agnès would be ready to sell
Érika's cat to leave her
receptionist job.

After me, she's the most
ambitious in the team.

I know that in your wildest
dreams, you want it to be Anna,

because it's nice to have a
friend your own age on
the field,

but Anna is too emotional and
unpredictable.

You'll never be able to expand
with her.

That's my opinion, of course.

Mm-hmm.

I need to think about it.

Don't take too long.

Agence K offered me a generous
package for me to resign.

She's beautiful.

Ooh.

She doesn't need to lose weight
to be beautiful.

What doesn't she understand?

Too much, but since we can't
rewind her live, then...

We should invent an app that can
erase all the nonsense our
clients say.

Yes!

Spend the rest of our lives on a
beach in Sydney,

sipping vodka cruisers.
Dream life.

Your little comedy show is
entertaining,

but Patrick wants a real expert
strategy when the client
shows up.

It's called a moment to relax,

because we know there's a lot of
work ahead of us.

To each their own method.

By the way, just because this is
an open space now

doesn't mean you can boss
us around.

Any news?

I don't know in what context
this could help, but listen,

"What if we stopped wanting to
fix our bodies like they're
problems,

and instead, learned to inhabit
them as unfinished, living
works of art."

Isn't it beautiful?

If we find the right angle, we
could put it in the press
release.

It's great! Anything else?

I can't read four books in one
afternoon.

Especially since our first
session is tonight at seven.

Already? That was fast.

- I wanted to take advantage of
our momentum.
- That was before--

Pat, a one-hour session will be
good for us.

You can't always work.

Alright.

- See you then. What are we
doing?
- It's a surprise.

Bring a printed picture of
Étienne.

- Why?
- Because I'm asking you to.

What if I deleted all of his
pictures?

I'm sure you can find one.

Not a naked picture, please.

Of course not.

MY DAD

Okay.

- We'll focus on our failed
relationships.
- Yes.

We're highlighting and
acknowledging our past traumas

instead of shooting an arrow in
the heart of those who hurt us.

You don't have a picture, though.

It proves I'm starting from
scratch.

Don't worry, I can
visualize him.

I'll be alright.

Oh.

Not bad.

Seven years of therapy can't
have been for nothing.

Have you heard of
beginner's luck?

Excuse me?

You don't deserve me,
little jerk.

Oh!

Bullseye!

Yes ma'am!

Congrats.

This is really fun. Thank you.

I'll start over and try to feed
off your enthusiasm.

You can do it!

Your dad forgot to buy you a
gift on your 12th birthday.

On my 14th, 15th, 16th
birthday too.

Come on!

What?

Rachel Lussier?

- Why is Antoine's girlfriend
calling you?
- I don't know.

It might be Antoine trying to
reach you. Take it.

Hello?

Hi, Anna. It's Rachel Lussier.
Antoine Girard's spouse.

Of course, I know who you are.

Antoine's not dead, right?

No, he's alright. I'd like to
meet you.

Meet me?

Me?

Yes, you.

What are you doing right now?

I'm busy right now.

What's this about?

I'd rather talk about it
in person.

Come over for brunch tomorrow
before work?

Tomorrow morning?

At around seven. We should be
done in no more than 45 minutes.

Alright, see you early tomorrow
morning.

- Is there something you haven't
told me?
- Not at all.

Antoine's on a career break.

What tone did she have?

The passive aggressive tone of a
woman who has something
important to say.

Did you sleep with
Antoine again?

I won't sleep until I hit the
bullseye.

In your case, hitting the target
may be good enough.

Shut up.

I'll hit the bullseye!

What is she doing here?

Anna.

Can I talk to you?

Want to come in, Monique?

I'd love to, thank you.

I'd love a glass.

Thanks.

Mm.

I thought about what I did and I
shouldn't have done that.

I went against our agreement.

I already knew that.

Now, I'd like us to move on so
we can start over on better
grounds.

I completely agree.

Now, when it comes to burying
the hatchet...

The hatchet's already
buried for me.

Yes, I understood that, but now
that you're seeing Patricia,

who is so caring and such a good
listener,

I'd like you to consider how
much effort went into this.

All the effort I put into
writing my first novel.

Say what you will,

but at my age, it's no small
feat. So...

No.

No?

You're not a tiny bit curious?

My life is already fucked up
enough. I don't want to be in
your novel.

Yeah, but read it, just to get
to the bottom of it.

If you tell me not to publish
it, I won't.

Patrick?

- You're a witness?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

That's what I think of it!

I'll never read it,
alright? Never!

Never!

I'd like for you to leave,

or I'm warning you!

I understand why you're mad--

Fucking hell!

- You're hurting me.
- I didn't even touch you!

Get out!

Get out now! Get out!

Get out! I don't wanna see you
anymore!

I thought things were going well
with your mom.

Pat?

Are you alone?

Yeah.

Ah?

Your life's going so well you
laugh by yourself in your bed?

Come in.

I thought you'd ordered yourself
a lover.

No.

I wanted to get to the bottom
of this.

Are you laughing because it's
ridiculous?

No.

It's actually good.

Pretty good actually.

I find it hard to believe how
getting back at me could be
enjoyable.

It's not in the same tone as
your series.

Alright.

So what tone is it in?

It's less gloomy.

A feel-good tone.

It's like Thelma & Louise. A
mother and daughter reuniting.

It's really entertaining.

What page are you at?

78.

Out of...?

Out of 246.

I don't think it's the end. She
probably stopped because...

of you.

Wait!

Anna!

So while I got chlamydia,
lost Samuel

and cursed my dad because I'm
too fucked up,

my mom had time to write a
fucking masterpiece of 246 pages
and more.

Maybe it gets worse.

She wrote it quickly--

Then finish it!

You seem well.

Thanks, you too.

- Hi.
- Hi, Antoine.

I must admit, your call
surprised me.

It's nice to see you two
together again.

- Is that why you slept with him
again?
- Rachel...

It's early, we just woke up.

- Don't worry, Antoine told me
everything.
- Oh, yeah?

We were technically on a break,
so I'm mature enough not
to be mad.

- C'est la vie.
- Yeah.

Why am I here?

You're impatient.

No, but...

I have a proposal for you, but
first, I want to know if you
still love Antoine.

Not at all.

So you missed his dick?

Rachel...

What? We know you have one of
the best dicks in town.

I wouldn't explain it like that.

How would you explain it?

Antoine was upset, I was too.

Without wanting to analyze this,
let's say I pitied him.

We had the "last time" we
couldn't have before, because he
was madly in love with you.

A sort of pity fuck to
mend things?

Let's go eat?

If it helps, I'm going through a
heartbreak.

Because of a police
detective.

Why did you break up?

Because I told him I slept
with...

the night of our first date.

You're a very...

- complex person.
- Yeah.

You had a proposal?

You told Antoine you'd write him
the role of his life?

How far into it are you?

Not very far.

So it wasn't a serious offer?

Antoine, don't make me regret
giving you permission to eat
brunch with us.

I was smiling so Anna knows how
grateful I am that she
thought of me.

Why'd you think of him?

All of a sudden?

If I'm not getting the timing
wrong...

you had destroyed your
producer's car.

And you pitied me?

Yeah, that's pretty much it.

What if I offered you a contract
to get you writing faster?

- That's nice, but--
- I'm not trying to be nice.

I believe in this and I want it
to happen.

I'd also like that.

But I'll need to find
motivation again.

I haven't really written in
ten years.

And I must admit--

Would $50,000 help you get
inspired quicker?

- Is this a test?
- No.

She's serious.

Since you had your minute of
fame, then...

I'd like to contribute to your
comeback in Québec.

And yes, I want to help the love
of my life.

It's a win-win situation.

I didn't expect that.

I'd be honoured to play a role
you've written again.

And for it to be produced by the
love of my life.

So?

I'm flattered.

But before I agree, just so I
know if I can do this,

can I think about it?

Of course.

- Don't be scared of me.
- Of course not.

I'm a big fan of yours.

Hi!

How was it?

She just wanted to make sure I
wasn't still in love with
Antoine.

That's it?

Yeah.

I saw it as a sort of AA
exercise.

She has to learn to trust
him again.

Well, I'd ask her to change
her meds.

- Everyone has their weaknesses.
- Yeah.

Speaking of weakness.

Yes, I was tipsy. Yes, I
should've shut up.

I still ended the live saying
I'd keep loving myself for
who I am.

It's what you said before that's
a problem.

I was in shock. I think you
could tell.

If I may, I thought your video
was really touching.

Unfortunately, there aren't many
like you.

The issue with your live is that
you're implying that if you had
a choice,

you'd be skinnier.

It implies that accepting your
body is a consolation prize for
you. It...

Sucks? I know.

Can we ask how you feel?

Right now?

I'm just trying to control the
steam coming out of my nose.

How I feel about what?

Do you want to continue
inspiring women and talk about
body positivity?

At this point, what I want can't
be reality.

What do you all think?

Robie Taylor just did a live on
today's topic. Should I just
summarize it?

Don't, I can take it.

I'm fucking mad!

I feel betrayed,
Clara Dandurand!

You talk about us like we're
consolation prizes!

You're setting the cause back
a decade!

I believed you! I admired you!

I bought your books, your "Fuck
you" T-shirts!

How much did you make off of us?

This is a serious matter.

- And I'd encourage all her
employers to...
- Alright, that's it.

The war in Ukraine is a
serious matter.

Not what I fucking said!

I did well with the mayor, do
you want me to go?

You know what?

I'll take care of it.

Actually, I don't think I can
take it.

Come on, you can.

Robie was my friend.

She could've called me.

Ask me if I drank too much.

Tell me to make another live,
but, no.

It's way more fun to mess
me over.

Look at that, it keeps on
getting better. My boss
wants to talk.

Clara, I think you need to turn
off your phone.

I know you want to have control,
but this won't help.

Go back home.

Look at our proposals.

The apologies?

No, they're different proposals
and approaches.

We even included excerpts from
your books, which are beautiful,
by the way.

Tomorrow, read these with a
clear head and let us know what
you prefer.

We'll adjust and film a video.

- So we're doing nothing today?
- No.

Things are too heated.

It'd be pointless.

We want our response to be
perfect.

We only have one shot.

Will I fucking shut up now?

You can call me anytime. I'm
here for you.

That's nice of you.

Try to sleep and come back
tomorrow morning at ten.

Okay.

Yes!

This isn't a competition.

You said so yourself. The goal's
to release our bad emotions.

Go! I'm with you.

I'll try again.

- I have to let go.
- Totally.

Get into position.

MY DAD

When we fall, we rise again, alright?

Again.

Like that.

- Would it help if I called
someone back?
- Maybe.

Hi, you saw my text?

Is Clara Dandurand a corporation
or did we misunderstand
each other?

She's a new client.

What's great about my text is
that when a celebrity has
a crisis,

they call PBLD.

And who does your accountant
call if he can't pay your
employees?

I already told you we could tap
into our savings to expand.

That's not the point of savings.

Yeah, but since this is my
agency...

Of course, you're young
and cocky.

Just saying, the Titanic sank
unexpectedly.

I love you, Uncle, but I'm
entering a tunnel.

I know what I'm doing.

Bye!

Little shit.

EMPTY TRASH BIN

MY DAD

Yes!

MARLÈNE, WE SHOULD MEET FOR
LUNCH. MY TREAT.

Oh.

Yes?

Hi, Marlène, it's
Patrick Bernier.

Did you see my text?

I get a lot of texts.

I can imagine.

I was inviting you out for lunch
or dinner.

When are you available?

What's the meeting about?

I don't know if you remember,
but two years ago, we said we
could maybe work together.

And I told you I was satisfied
with the Leclerc agency.

Lunch at The Ritz?

Cédric will call you once I'm
back from Paris.

I can't wait.

Thank you.

My pleasure.

- Anything else?
- Yes.

Set an appointment with
Patrick Bernier here, for no
more than 15 minutes.

It'll be done.

Have a good trip.

MY DAD

You're close from the truth.

Shh!

MY DAD

Yes!

- Yes!
- Yes!

Well done!

How do you feel?

Well... it's symbolic.

Alright. Well, it makes me
feel good.

What's wrong?

I have to call him.

Yeah.

This isn't symbolic anymore.

But...

what will you say?

Hello?

Hi, could I speak to
Marc Tremblay?

Wrong number.

How long has this been
your number?

Seven or eight years. Why?

Thanks.

He's had a new number for
eight years.

He didn't give it to me.

You were in Paris.

I learned to live with what he
couldn't give.

I never caused a stir.

I just wanted him to love me.

Can you love me?

Of course.

Come on.

You know, if I didn't
like dicks,

you'd be the love of my life.

What will you do?

Hi.

Hi.

I know it's late. I won't bother
you for long.

What's going on?

I know I made a mistake.

I was there, Anna. We don't have
to talk about it.

You're right. It's not why
I'm here.

Our breakup triggered several
things in me.

I'm trying to understand myself.

I need to speak to my father.

He moved and we haven't talked
in so long.

You want me to look
in the police's computer?

You're the one who gave me
the idea.

When you wanted to know where
I lived.

It was a mistake.

I'm sorry.

Maybe I just wanted to see you.

Anna.

What's his birth date?

NEXT ON ANNA COMES HOME
Delphine, listen...

let me introduce you to Anna...

My daughter.

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