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His cutie is officially dating

the mayor's press secretary.

I kissed you without your consent. We're even.

Rachel's tracking me.

She's tracking you with air tags?

Why not admit you don't wanna write for me?

Because that's not true.

Anna wants to be paid for

writing the story she wants.

You're falling for it again.

I scuba dive too.

We know what to do if we vacation together.

What if J-C and I are involved?

Patrick is sending your novel to Marlène.

If you want me to stop him, it's now or never.

If you sign with her, I'll sue you, you bitch!

It's Olivier, my ex-stepson.

Damn.

I dreamt of my father. He asked me to take care of you.

If I get out at Laurier Station, I'll be close by?

Absolutely.

We're meeting for lunch?

Absolutely.

Hope you don't feel you gotta leave early.

Not at all.

I don't want to miss anything when I'm travelling.

And Montréal is amazing.

It's nice to hear. Have a good day, cuties!

See you later.

Ciao.

What's up?

What are you doing?

Resetting my vagus nerve.

It goes from my brain to my digestive system.

I'm trying to calm it so I can breathe better.

For your fainting spells?

And to come to terms with the fact that

yesterday, after dinner at my dad's, Olivier...

kissed me.

- On the mouth. - What?

- What did he say? - We haven't talked about it.

As you can see, he's cool as a cucumber.

What about you?

- I'll call my therapist. - She must love you.

Bernier, Robin probably drives a Porsche

because of you so I'd shut up.

Never mind.

ANNA COMES HOME

I'd like to start with a heartfelt "Good morning

and good day" to my marvellous employees.

- Oh, boy. - Big news or what?

Not yet, but I wanna prove to Marlène Beaumont

we're the best to step in for Leclair Agency.

She came to us?

No, but since we lost two festivals...

- My prediction came true then. - What was it again, Érika?

That our workload would double because of the expansion.

Since our goal isn't to represent as few clients

as possible, see it as a challenge.

Enough with the childishness.

What can we do to help, boss?

Marlène publishes around 30 authors.

Men and women.

I'm giving you books, and based on their vibes,

think of a launching strategy to revamp the genre.

So we have to read it.

Perfect hearing, Érika.

Nothing too generic, okay? You're the best, go.

Do we get the PDF files or...

You can't ask ChatGPT for a summary. You're not 14.

Can I do anything?

Music to my ears! Of course, Noor.

Mia, I'm counting on you to supervise.

You're counting on me or I'm in charge?

Make Marlène regret not hiring us before.

You heard him. Let's get to reading, go.

- Hey. - Hey.

You'll be glad, Kristof agreed to dinner.

Friday would work for us.

Friday... pretty rushed.

Was it all talk?

No! I'm reordering my schedule.

Friday... 7 p.m., perfect.

Okay. Should we bring anything?

Just your boyfriend.

And don't expect a threesome,

Anna's stepson lives with us, so...

I also have a boyfriend.

Can't wait to see who cracked your stone heart.

- Bye. - See you Friday.

Was Patrick not clear enough?

No telling Sonia anything

as long as Marlène hasn't signed you.

Yes, but my universal love took over.

What will your universal love say

if both refuse to publish your novel?

You said my novel was exceptional.

Monique Brodeur!

Call Patrick to tell him you messed up.

Consider the situation objectively.

If Marlène refuses my novel,

Patrick is gonna lose it, and we care about him!

We can wait a little--

I understand your daughter and her wish

to put an ocean between you two.

It wasn't exclusively because of me...

I beg to differ.

I'll...

I'll talk to him.

ASAP. Promise.

You don't even know what "ASAP" stands for.

Would it be possible to rent your garage for an event?

How much?

Mm-hmm.

Patrick wants our strategies tomorrow.

That goes for everyone. I trust you.

Knock-knock.

You're not my type.

Okay, but I'm a good kisser.

Who cares? Leave or I call 911.

Okay.

I'm leaving.

You know we'll never happen.

Okay.

But... I'm a good kisser.

Nothing to say?

Huh?

You don't want to know about my day?

I'm sorry, I'm lost in my head.

Still thinking about Anna

not wanting to write your dream role?

No, it's my talk show.

The agency was supposed to find me a guest...

If it flops, I...

I'm certain they'll find the perfect guest.

You have the best team, you said so yourself.

Hmm.

Hey.

How are you?

Mm-hmm.

What's troubling you exactly?

I was with his father for 10 years.

You could've dismissed him.

Why not tell him he was inappropriate?

Modesty.

Surprise, shock. Nothing new.

You've had time to think about it now.

I'm Olivier. What do you say?

Can we talk about the kiss?

Of course.

I loved the kiss. Didn't you?

Dear Olivier, in hindsight, I must admit...

I found our kiss...

more comforting than I expected.

Anything else?

I would let him answer.

What would he say?

No clue.

But the great thing is, you can ask him yourself.

Ah-ha.

Am I wrong or was it more than just comfort?

Wanna know the truth?

I would like for us to kiss again.

But if you don't want to, I understand. No worries.

My apologies.

Is it forbidden to see Olivier differently?

I thought we were fine.

But go ahead.

Wanna come upstairs?

Now? But Patrick is...

- Morning. - Morning.

How did you sleep?

Well, and you?

Thank you.

Sleep well, guys?

Like a baby. And you?

Uh...

Yeah, but...

I shouldn't have mentioned you.

And you say this 'cause...?

Étienne, my ex, is coming to dinner

with his boyfriend on Friday.

I said you guys would be there.

We can make ourselves scarce.

No, no. I want you to be there,

it's just that in the heat of the moment,

I said I had a new boyfriend.

Olivier could've played that role.

I would've loved to. It's very cute.

- Dumb, you mean. - No, it's cute, you're jealous.

It's the greatest proof of love.

Excuse me?

He has to play the part. Who are you gonna ask?

The mature thing would be to say

your boyfriend has another commitment.

Or better yet, that he doesn't exist.

It would be mature,

but if he wants Étienne back, it's a proven method.

Ah! Brodeur, proven method.

I'd love to know what Robin thinks of this.

Since she's no longer my therapist,

we'll all have dinner together. Thank you!

Which one?

None, come on, they're dripping with sex.

You sound like my aunt Rita.

It's because your idea is ridiculous.

Yes?

I know my strategy won't be ready today.

If you want to fire me, here's your chance.

Is Mia putting too much pressure on you?

Or you just like complaining?

Ask your wife.

Let's say Miss Senior doesn't have your legendary tact.

Okay. Noted.

Since I haven't heard from Marlène yet,

you have until tomorrow.

Oh, yay.

I can finish my captivating book.

- Alex? - Hm?

Can you live with hiding something from Érika?

I swear on Bradley Cooper's head. That's her cat.

- Close the door, please. - Oh.

I have an important dinner. I must be accompanied.

Anna doesn't like any of them.

Oh...

A legit dinner or you're hiding something

because I'm your employee?

A dinner. With food.

If you want him to help...

My ex is coming with his boyfriend.

You don't wanna feel inferior.

Brilliant, but Anna's right.

- They're not your vibe. - What?

They're not boyfriend material.

- 'Cause it's a shitty idea. - Okay, okay!

You could ask me to help you.

No, no! No way.

Uh... Hiring an escort who might

not be able to hold a conversation is a huge risk.

And how much would this cost you?

Minimum $1,500 for three hours?

Uh-huh. No bueno.

That's my problem.

And Étienne knows you! He knows you work here.

That's why it's so believable.

we fought it but...

our friendship turned into love.

That is ridiculous.

More than hiring an escort?

At least Alex knows you.

In college, I killed it at improv.

You need a guy that can join the conversation.

You're my employee! I'd take advantage of you.

Pay me $300 for the night. I guarantee

- we'll make Étienne jealous. - Huh?

$400 and I'm deleting my OnlyFans account.

- You don't really have a... - $500.

You just said 400.

As cute as this is,

Olivier and I will leave you to your double date.

Oli? Who's that?

Who's Oli?

But...

You're okay with this?

$500.

ANTOINE Meet for lunch?

ANNA Unfortunately, big deadline.

ANTOINE I'm not doing well.

I'm at Cicchetti close by.

You'll finish your strategy before lunch?

Uh... No, after. Something just came up.

Okay, but...

It's personal.

We all care deeply about PBLD's success, but life goes on.

I'm just trying to inspire people.

Inspire our nerves, more like.

Will you be back or...

I'm having lunch with Antoine, who's depressed,

probably because his talk show is flopping.

It's not our fault if Martin Matte declined.

I'm not accusing anyone.

Do you want us to come with?

Guys, it's a personal lunch, no need to freak out.

Perfect. We trust you, as always.

She's so sensitive.

Mrs. Brodeur.

It's so nice to be recognized. Thank you.

If you're looking for your daughter,

she just left for lunch.

No, no. I'd like an appointment with the handsome Patrick.

I know he doesn't like walk-ins but...

when the house is on fire.

I'll see what I can do.

Mea culpa.

My heart betrayed me.

What's your contractual agreement with Sonia?

Off the top of my head... It's a blur.

Let me guess.

You signed without reading the small print

because you're too trusting?

Yes. You...

Without alerting Sonia,

can someone send us your contract?

"The author, or such other persons...

...agrees to submit any new manuscript,

whether written or drafted, to the publisher,

as a matter of priority, regardless of literary genre:

novel, poetry, short story, essay."

Slam, lyrics and haiku while we're at it.

"This shall apply for the entire duration of this contract."

Can you look at the next clause

to see how long the contract is, please?

Right...

Oh! Bingo!

"The publisher's right of first refusal

shall be valid for a period of...

10 years."

Unusual.

A very generous period.

You could die before it ends.

That's what happens when you're trusting...

But...

By any chance,

did I forget to sign the contract?

Hmm.. Oh!

Sadly, your John Hancock's on the last page.

- Oh... - So!

Do you need me to deliver some other great news

or can I go back to my beautician?

Thank you, Kimi.

- Inshallah, my friend. - Inshallah.

Kiss, kiss, bang, bang.

So... if we summarize...

In summary, if you write "I love you" on a napkin,

it belongs to her. Sonia has all the rights.

What if we're crazy and disregard my signature.

She can send a formal notice,

prevent publication with an injunction,

and demand damages and interest.

So there isn't...

- Hello! - Hey.

So...

What would you... like to drink?

Nothing, thank you.

I don't have a lot of time.

Can I still ask how you are?

Patrick told me you saw your dad?

Yes. I did.

I liked Marc.

You met him like... twice.

Still, he was... great.

How can I help?

Rachel said you didn't have the guts

to tell me you didn't want to write for me.

She has her reason--

You swear you're telling me the truth?

Antoine, it's complicated between us

but I'm not that cruel.

I don't wanna twist the knife, but you still...

Fair enough.

Arrange a dinner with the three of us,

I'll confront her in front of you,

then you can decide who to believe.

Ah...

Great offer.

But... I've got a better idea,

and we won't need to involve Rachel.

She can be convincing.

Great, let's do your idea!

Okay.

- You don't wanna know it? - Will it endanger my life?

No, but...

What is it?

Okay.

A few years ago,

I interviewed a detective on my talk show who became...

a polygraph examiner.

I know, it's huge, but I'm so confused, I need to know--

Okay!

Okay, like...

Tell me when and where and I'll be there.

Thank you.

- Who needs a drink? - Yes!

Me, but I have to go see Monique.

Say hi to Momo for us.

With pleasure.

Have fun.

What are you doing here?

Do you know Parenteau's bar?

- Apparently, it's pretty nice. - It is.

Yeah?

But I'm going to my mom's.

Ah, well... if I survived your dad,

I can bear to meet Monique.

It's a mother-daughter only kind of visit.

- Okay. - She's not having a good day.

I'll make you dinner?

Okay. And if I run late, I'll...

- Text me. - Yes, exactly.

I have to talk to Patrick, but if you're up for it...

should we go get that drink?

I'm training for my first Ironman tonight. I'm swimming.

I've always wanted to do one. You could give me advice.

Anytime.

If you could give me your notes before 10 tomorrow.

Great.

Mia.

Everything is going well but...

could you try and be less brutal with the group?

Let me guess who complained.

That's not important.

Being assertive is an art.

Don't make me regret my decision.

- Noted. - Thank you.

Hello?

Oh.

How are you? A bit better?

I'm fine.

You're right. I'll always be my worst enemy.

I'm not here to be right.

What can I do to cheer you up?

Well... in lieu of a miracle, can I make you a mojito?

If I see you make it and can avoid another Jonestown, sure.

That's funny. You're sharp.

Wonder who I got it from.

- Renaud's son? - Ew, stop.

Don't say those words.

- He's the son of the man-- - Yes, Mom, I know.

Okay, stop.

Oh.

I... You inspired me.

- Me? - Yes.

I told myself Monique wouldn't care

about what other people think.

That's true. That sounds like me.

How was it with the handsome...

- Olivier. - Olivier.

- It was good. - Yes?

- And did you like his penis? - Ew, Mom!

No, it's essential to this conversation.

Tell me about his tool.

- It makes a difference. - Stop! I don't know.

We haven't done that yet. We just kissed and cuddled.

You're getting yourself worked up over kisses?

It's a big step.

I'm not like you. I'm out of my comfort zone.

Your zone isn't really...

Okay, we were having a nice time, can we...

I know, but...

I'm starting to envy you.

I once had sex with twins, but father and son? Never.

Will you be okay?

Yes.

It wasn't such a bad idea... to come home.

You...

...would sleep with Olivier without a second thought?

I would've done it already.

I hate spooning.

But... Olivier.

Phew.

What?

No expectations, okay?

Promise.

Goddamn, that was good!

You're the only one to blame, Anna Brodeur!

I can't believe my dad neglected you so badly.

Oh, yeah?

ANTOINE Sorry... are you free for the polygraph in 30?

I'm sorry for what I said. Maybe it was...

No, no, it's not you.

But I have to go.

- Now? - I have to help a friend.

But... you're not running away?

Of course not.

Anna Brodeur.

Oh!

Oh, uh...

I wanted to keep this on the down low,

and it was the best time for Mr. Giroux.

I'm here.

Thank you.

- I'm ready. - Yes. Go ahead.

Were you in a relationship with Antoine Girard?

Yes.

Did Rachel Lussier ask you

not to write a role for Antoine Girard?

Yes.

Are you scared to tell Antoine Girard

he doesn't inspire you anymore?

No.

Do you still love Antoine Girard?

It's a post-test verification question.

No.

All good? You've got enough to confront her?

Yes, yes. Thank you, Anna.

I'll never forget it.

Keep me updated.

Yes.

When the... lines move, it's...

Means the person is lying.

SIX MISSED CALLS FROM OLIVIER ONE VOICE MESSAGE

Hey, I wanted to say that coming to Montreal

was the best decision I ever made.

I can't wait to see you. That's it. Kisses.

Everyone, Mrs. Beaumont came to see Patrick.

- Hello. - Hello, Mrs. Beaumont.

By the way, I read your launching strategies.

Marlène Beaumont, in the flesh.

If I had known...

Nothing like a surprise visit to get a feel of the team.

Who is Mia?

Here.

Your idea of a book launch in a Hochelaga car wash...

...it's fucking poetic.

I hadn't read anything this well written in a while.

Thank you. How nice of you.

Honey, I'm a lot of things, but nice isn't one of them.

Your strategy stood out.

Mia was just promoted to senior manager.

Wise decision.

- Can we talk in private? - Of course.

Impressive coming from Marlène Beaumont.

Congrats, Mia. You should be proud.

Congrats on your idea.

It's great.

Are you okay?

They can't even be happy for me.

Yeah.

That was weird.

Patrick promoted me.

I'm not going to pretend I don't care.

At least you were nice.

Good.

I'm happy for you.

I'm trying to act strong but...

It's okay.

It's going to be okay.

Thank you.

You should be proud. That's all that matters.

Bad timing.

Sorry, it wasn't really professional.

It happens. I'll talk to Céleste.

Of course, some strategies were better than others.

In their defence, they were between cases.

You were right.

It made me think,

and our launches did lack some creativity.

Ah.

You must have a sixth sense. I was going to call.

I learned that the author

signed a 10-year clause with her publisher.

Who does that?

I can't disclose that.

For fuck's sake, Patrick. I'm here.

Let's not play that game.

Sonia Lépine.

And the author didn't read the small print.

Who would be this stupid?

Monique Brodeur.

Well, she solidifies her reputation as a nutcase.

The thing is, her daughter works for me. Anna Brodeur.

I assumed you read it?

Did Monique submit her novel to Sonia?

Not yet.

But the 10-year clause is rock solid. I checked.

J-C Can we talk?

CÉLESTE Fuck you

- Hello? - Anna! Life is bigger than us.

Did Marlène Beaumont call you by any chance?

No, I'm not good enough for the Beaumont bitch.

- But Sonia just left. - Sonia? Sonia Lépine?

Yes! I was certain she would try and get revenge,

but she'll publish Molotov Cocktail

without even reading it!

Yes! Yes! Yeah! Oh!

Tell her not to send her book.

I'll handle Lépine.

I'm so sorry to bother you.

Marlène, this is Anna Brodeur. Monique's daughter.

- Ironic' s screenwriter . - Yes.

I don't care much for TV, but I loved your mother's novel.

Great.

It'll be a best seller.

Let's call her with the good news.

Of course! Why not?

Yeah, no, the thing is...

I just talked to her.

Yes, Anna?

Well, she...

What did she do?

She just gave her book to Lonia Sépine. Sonia Lépine.

Fuck!

I told her not to do anything, for fuck's sake!

Patrick, Patrick.

If we're to work together,

you need to use your inside voice.

Hey!

I texted you.

I know.

Anna's still acting up?

Aren't you ashamed?

Of what?

I know you're lying.

If you care, Toronto was really exhausting

so I won't let you insult me.

Don't worry about that.

Your air tags.

What are you playing at?

Where are you going?

Antoine Girard!

I don't hold meetings with cellphones present.

Recording a conversation is legal.

All the more reason.

You signed her for 10 years.

Who... who does that in the industry?

No one wanted her.

I took all the risks.

Funded risks. Everyone knows that.

- I publish unique artists-- - I know what you publish.

Monique wants me to publish her, so let's settle this.

That's not what she told me.

Furthermore, since I gave her the idea

to write about a mother-daughter--

For that, your name will appear in the acknowledgments section,

next to her hairdresser's.

Anything else you would like?

The contract is signed, Marlène.

Two little phone calls,

and in six months, you can kiss the grants

you used to buy your pant suits goodbye.

You certainly think highly of yourself.

Want to test me?

Okay, so less is more.

Less is more, baby.

I understand my role.

Let's go.

Hey! Hey!

Oh...

Hello, hello.

Yes, Étienne told me the good news.

- We know each other from... - It's Alex, from the office.

- Yes, yes. - The one and only.

I brought...

Yes, thank you.

Come in, come in.

Did you change your floors?

No, I painted the...

So... boss-employee.

What happened to your principles?

Pat was...

very respectful during this process.

And for now, only a few know about us, so...

Yes.

Who made the first steps?

You're much more lively than Pat.

Cheap shot, my love.

I mean, my ex-love.

Bad habits.

The great thing is, we've known each other for three years.

And like the great Diane Tell sang...

"I'm over the cheek kisses.

We fell out of love with our friendship is all."

Cheers. To love!

- Yes, to love. - To love.

Diane who?

For what it's worth, you make a great couple.

We adore each other.

- Right, my love? - Yes.

Ah.

He didn't want us to kiss in public.

I changed.

Pretty Anna forgot her keys?

You'll be proud.

Rachel is gone.

I left her the house, but it's over. Thanks to you!

Wait, wait. That is great news, but I'm in the middle of dinner.

- Are you ashamed of me? - No, it's just...

The little shit.

Don't worry about me.

- Antoine. - What?

Look me in the eyes.

Alex is here and he's my boyfriend for the night.

I'm not the only crazy in town.

- Do I know it or not? - You're surprised.

- Alex? At the big boss' house? - Hi.

- Hello! - Hi.

I'm Antoine.

Ah. Hmm.

I'm sorry.

No worries, your mother needed you.

- Hmm. - Oh!

Okay...

Oh!

Yes, I ordered a bottle for us.

Ha, hey...

Oh!

Champagne.

- Thank you. - And how was your day?

Great. I played tourist.

Thank you. That's it for now.

Mm.

To us.

Mm. Wow.

I thought we agreed on no expectations.

Yes. A bottle doesn't mean...

I mean, we can have dinner together.

True.

I'm just wondering if we give the same meaning

to what happened yesterday.

Okay, it's... Would you have rather

I acted like an asshole and ghosted you?

No, no.

But... it's moving pretty fast.

Yes, but we've known each other for a while.

Yeah.

You've been in my life for 10 years.

I was in your father's life.

There it is. You feel bad

because I talked about my father.

I saw how you reacted yesterday.

You know he doesn't care.

It's between you and me.

Yes, and I let myself experience this with you,

and that is between you and me, indeed.

Thank you, by the way,

I never would've allowed myself to do this before.

Anna, you're being too rational.

I'm not, I'm trying to explain but you're interrupting me.

Um...

Olivier, our love making was great.

But it won't happen again.

Okay, so I was an experience.

- I was a joke to you? - Of course not.

- What are you scared of? - I'm not. Well, yes.

I'm scared of this.

Of the way you look at me, your reactions.

You don't look like someone without expectations.

And since Stéphanie just left you, I feel--

Excuse me?

You're putting words in my mouth.

Fine, I'm sorry. I'll talk about me.

I will never be your girlfriend.

Ah, wow. Okay.

You just wanted to tell everyone

you slept with the father and the son?

Ah, wow!

It'd be better if you went to a hotel.

Goddamn.

Your relationship with men have always been messy.

Maybe it's because my father abandoned me.

I left her the house, the brand new lawn mower,

the weed eater...

But that doesn't mean anything to me.

Still a workaholic, I see.

Especially when it's good news.

PBLD will represent La Marge publishing house!

- Really? - Yes!

- Congrats, my love. - Thank you.

How cute!

Congrats, boys.

Mm-hmm.

- We too have some good news. - Yeah.

Um...

We're in the process of getting Théo

a sibling through surrogacy.

What?

Hope this doesn't give you any idea, you two.

You're still just thinking about it?

No, we have an appointment next week.

- It's so... - We're there.

Yeah.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Congrats.

To good news.

What about the lawn mower?

Yeah, it's brand new. I used it three times.

It's hers. I paid $1,500, don't care.

Hi.

Hi.

Is something wrong or...

We've proven that we don't need each other.

I don't know if we can make up for lost time.

Or if we should.

Or if there's a good way to do it, but...

Delphine cannot want it more than you.

Or me.

Maybe I was a shitty daughter.

But if you want us to be in each other's lives,

you'll have to do your part.

Otherwise, take a good look.

Because tonight is the last time you'll see me.

Last call, Marc.

Bye.

NEXT ON ANNA COMES HOME Jean-Michel Marsolais?

That's you.

Give me a second.