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CRAVE ORIGINAL

PREVIOUSLY A few years ago, I hosted a detective

on my talk show who became a polygrapher.

- Do you still love Antoine Girard? - No.

When the... lines move, it...

means the person is lying.

Your uncle Benoit is your accountant, and he hates your numbers!

Sorry, I have another call. Please don't bring my mother into this.

Who do we have here?

A young patient who's very nervous, but who we are trying to calm down.

I removed a small polyp...

We'll send it in for analysis, but I wouldn't lose sleep over it.

What if... J-C and I had feelings for one another...

Bad timing.

I'll talk to Céleste.

FROM CÉLESTE: FUCK YOU

Where are you going? Antoine Girard!

You'll be proud. Rachel is gone.

We're talking with a surrogate to give Téo a sibling.

What?

If you want us to be in each other's lives, you'll have to make an effort.

Otherwise, take one last look; this is the last time you see me.

Last call, Marc.

She's sleeping like an angel.

Thank you.

Did you reach out to Anna?

It's been three days.

I can count, sweetheart.

Do you understand what she wants?

I think her expectations are too high.

We tried. We let her into our lives.

We even asked her to be Laura's godmother.

Isn't that enough?

Not to nitpick. but I suggested that she be godmother.

What I'm trying to say is that I'm not 20 anymore.

I know that, love.

I pondered about it before promising to love you for better or for worse.

If at one point, you need diapers, I will be there to change them

as long as I can gaze into your pretty blue eyes.

I'm sure you have your reasons, but right now,

Good Thing! I don’t have to defend you in court!

Are you sleeping?

Yes, but...

The old bugger won't budge!

Who are we talking about?

Marc Tremblay, my father.

- You said you were optimistic. - At first.

I thought I had managed to break through his shell

and that he finally understood the issues we need to resolve.

Wrong! Radio silence.

It's just been three days.

In this situation, three days is an eternity.

It's totally disrespectful.

He's already moved on.

He's living his comfortable self-centered life

with his beautiful Delphine,

who, let's face it, could've been our college classmate.

Don't tell me there's nothing to discuss.

Now I understand why Monique hates him so much.

That's right, I hate him.

Nothing's worse than silence to me.

Let me remind you that you left.

Yeah, we didn't speak for 10 years, I'm aware of that.

It's another flaw I inherited from him.

A filial transmission that's bound to haunt us for the rest of our lives.

Let's be a little objective about this.

- There surely is a reason for is silence. - Like what?

Say it or you'll be awake for nothing.

Your request was beautiful and heartfelt, but maybe slightly impulsive.

Excuse me?

I waited my entire life to impose an ultimatum.

It's the opposite of being impulsiveness.

I was resolute.

They're not the same, okay?

Good night.

ANNA COMES HOME

- It's going to be fine. - She's a psychic now.

It'll be the worst day of your life. Better?

Do you really think so?

Of course not.

It'll be fine.

Jean-Michel Marsolais.

That's you.

Give me a second to check him out.

Go on.

With you, or else you came for nothing.

- I got the test results. - Hold on.

Are you okay?

Mm-hmm.

I commend you for insisting on getting a colonoscopy.

Great instinct. My God, it's adenomatous polyps!

High-grade dysplasia? Low-grade.

I removed it, so no need to worry.

Okay.

- Are you just saying that? - No, I have no concerns.

Oh, thank you!

Thank you, thank you.

Thank you so much!

All right.

That's good news, right?

Indeed.

Yay.

I had a polyp this young, so I might have more.

What does it entail?

Is a colonoscopy every five years too much for you?

I think we can live with that.

Agreed.

Thanks for not giving up on me.

I never give up on my patients.

Thank you.

I'm guessing Anna told you about the lie detector?

It's extreme, but I hope it helps you see clearly.

Mr. Giroux's asked Anna if she still loved me.

That's weird. We know the answer.

Exactly.

A big fat no.

Don't tell me you're disappointed.

I'm not.

- The lie detector was. - What?

I had the same reaction. What do I do?

Nothing.

If I left Rachel because of her other answers,

I'm not being logical.

Anna is still in love with the detective.

She loves you like a brother.

I guess that's what the lie detector picked up on.

Hmm.

- It never occurred to me. - It's obvious.

Oh.

I'm glad we talked.

You're always the best for me, man.

- I love you. - Great.

Hey!

I ate a croissant.

That's fine.

About what you saw on Friday...

It's none of my business.

You know I like things to be clear.

I... initiated the kiss.

How did he react?

He was surprised, but not unreceptive.

So, you had fun? Both of you?

I'm a level above him. Some guys find that intimidating.

What's your plan?

I'll talk to him.

I already spoke with Patrick and he doesn't mind.

- You told Patrick? - To make sure he was okay with it.

JC is among the few who understand my sense of humour.

I sensed...

...interest on his part.

Until I've spoken to him, can I count on your discretion?

Of course.

Thank you.

Anything urgent?

No, but Anna and Mr. Marsolais want to debrief with you.

Debrief?

About his medical appointment.

- I don't know. - All right, thanks.

My pleasure.

Naturally, I was surprised by the results.

- Dr. Fréchette reassured you. - Did he ever.

Meaning?

Well, before I left, he held me in his arms.

Awkward.

I would've been lost without him.

He's fantastic, isn't he?

What about your bestie who woke up at the crack of dawn to accompany you?

You were also fantastic,

but you're my in-house bestie, you know?

I get it.

Plus, I lack Dr. Fréchette's aura and credibility.

Exactly.

You're not dying, so, everything's fine?

Correct and this is where things become interesting for you.

- I don't know this is about. - Listen.

Over the years, I've been asked to be spokesperson for various causes.

- I always refuse. - You don't feel concerned.

Right, but that's changed.

Dr. Fréchette smells good,

so you want to become his perfume's icon?

Please!

I didn't smell him. I'm not a dog.

- I saw you sniff his neck. - Hardly!

- You totally did. - Maybe a little.

I can't help that my sense of smell is as good as my hearing.

Let's get back on track, please.

Well...

I think I could be the perfect person

to raise awareness about colon cancer.

You do realize it's not the sexiest of causes.

I mean, if my fame can save lives...

I'm an altruist.

What do you want to do?

I want to be a spokesperson for a national campaign.

All right.

If you believe in this cause,

I'll gauge their interest and get back to you.

Perfect!

Hey...

Why don't we get Dr. Fréchette involved?

- Because he's not famous. - I'm famous enough for the both of us.

Anyway, that's the problem with celebrity campaigns:

they lack credibility.

With Dr. Fréchette, we'd kill two birds with one stone.

Mm-hmm.

I'm starting to know you a little, so tell me something.

Might it be possible

that your sudden desire to save the colons of Québec

have anything to do with your weakness for Dr. Fréchette's charm?

Excuse me? Really?

How could I be so vain? So frivolous?

I don't get it You don't know me at all.

All the better.

- All right. - Yeah.

I'll test the waters and get back to you quickly.

Yes, thank you. Love you both.

So do we!

He's madly in love with Dr. Fréchette.

Still, it's our job.

- You can answer. - Nah, it's my uncle.

I told him we landed a big client. I'd rather savour his apology alone.

Imagine his reaction if we land a national campaign with Jean-Michel.

Now you're talking.

- Can you reach out to Dr. Fréchette? - Sure, if you want.

- You just have to-- - I'm good.

You need my guidance no more! I feel the wind of change!

Why not tell Mia you're not interested?

YouWhy humiliate her? It was! I feel theobvious. change!

Not to her: she thinks you're intimidated, but interested.

- That's not my fault. - It's not?

You share her opinions and laugh at her jokes.

I won't be rude to her on purpose.

She made sure Patrick would be okay with your relationship.

Are you serious?

You're angry she kissed me, but there's no a reason to make stuff up.

Nice catch for PBLD, isn't it? Were you surprised?

No, because I trust you.

You didn’t bring up the numbers.

Hold on.

We worked it out this weekend.

On a monthly basis, La Marge Publishing will pay us a lovely $4,000 retainer.

- Which is... - $48,000 a year.

Plus $3,000 for every event and launch.

There are about 10 a year.

This is the big client you mentioned?

Yes, it's a big client.

They're a prestigious client.

And if we can't pay our employees in four months,

will Mr. Prestige pay them?

If it'll reassure you, I'm making a move into the corporate sector,

which is much more lucrative than showbusiness.

But I need a bit of time.

I'm putting my trust in you.

Ah! Your famous trust that lends me wings!

If I'm no longer the man for the job, tell me.

I won't take it personally.

That's not it, Uncle Benoit.

You don't always seem to understand the workings

of a PR agency in a city like Montréal.

Of course, the subtleties of Montréal don't always carry over to Trois-Rivières.

You know what? I hadn't thought about it,

but since you brought it up, maybe you're not the man for the job.

You'll be hard to replace.

I'm not worried.

When you find someone, let me know how much Montréal accountants charge.

- Should be a hoot. - Great; I'll be sure to do that.

Where's your twin sister?

Aw! That's so cute.

Érika went to the Festival of Flavours with Agnès.

Oh, right.

Yes?

Speaking. Thank you for returning my call.

I'm a publicist at PBLD.

I'm trying to get in touch with Dr. Harold Fréchette.

I was at his office this morning.

It's a professional matter.

Thank you. I appreciate it.

GIVEN YOUR INABILITY TO DELIVER,

I WISH TO TERMINATE YOUR CONTRACT. THANK YOU, RACHEL

Come on!

ÉTIENNE CAN I SEE YOU ASAP?

MOM

Can we talk?

Is it regarding work?

I'm going for lunch. Do you need anything from me?

I'm fine. Enjoy.

Close the door, please.

MOM

ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!! CALL ME BACK!

- Hey. - Hi.

- I wish there was easy way to do this. - It's still a shock, Rachel.

Do you have a synopsis?

I was waiting for a good idea before getting back to you.

From what I gather, your problems with Antoine are behind this.

What about "girl power"?

That's why I signed!

Legally, I could contest how fast you ended our contract.

Anything better to say?

A nagging matter that keeps you up at night?

It eats at you every day if you don't write it down?

It's a lot to ask of one idea.

- Unless you signed for the money. - Maybe it's both?

- What's wrong with earning a living? - Nothing.

I bet you signed for the money; that's why we're here.

That's presumptuous of you.

A real screenwriter wouldn't have accepted Patrick's offer "in the meantime."

No.

You could've borrowed money from Antoine.

To write and bounce back.

Why make the offer if you don't believe in me?

Isn't it obvious?

I did it for Antoine.

I messed up.

I wanted to love, but... I don't know how.

At the time,

you wrote a series because you were madly in love with Antoine.

You're brilliant, so you succeeded.

If writing was vital to you, you'd be doing it.

In that case,

that girl power would've found a way to exist.

So, if you want to sue me, go ahead.

I know you've been stressed out recently,

but if it can help,

maybe it wasn't a mistake to hire me.

What? I don't follow.

I always imply that I'm working here "in the meantime."

But...

That's not the reaction I was expecting.

"Anna wants to commit to this job! Yay!" Anything?

Hold on, what about the "great screenwriter"?

Did she really exist?

It's true.

Your lover organizes parties to make fun of my lines.

Marlène Beaumont could've commented on my series, but she didn't.

The universe is sending me signs.

We believe in signs?

You're really not well.

I'm trying to say that I'm happy to be working with you.

For you.

Honestly.

I'm sorry.

What's wrong?

It's my uncle.

I just fired him.

Yes?

He said that in four months, I probably won't be able to pay employees.

Oh.

So, bad timing for my professional declaration of love.

Four months is a long way.

I'm sorry.

- Anna Brodeur. - This is Harold Fréchette.

Let me put you on speaker phone; I'm in the car.

Thank you for returning my call so promptly.

Does our favourite patient have any more questions?

Actually, you were so reassuring that he had an idea.

An idea I'd like to talk to you about.

All right, should I worry?

Quite the opposite.

I was wondering if you were available to come to the office for a meeting.

I'm not free in the daytime, but I am available tonight, at dinnertime.

It's my only night off this week.

- Dinner tonight, why not? - Great.

I'll text you the time and my favourite restaurant.

Perfect, see you later.

Maybe it wasn't a mistake after all.

Ah.

The old fucker isn't heartless after all.

She's here.

- Hey. - Hi.

Mr. Brodeur?

Wow!

Now I see where your daughter gets those beautiful blue eyes.

It's not Brodeur, it's Tremblay. Marc Tremblay.

Tremblay, thank you.

You remember Patrick?

Of course, your husband.

- You haven't changed. - That's nice of you.

Clearly, PR is your thing.

Well, well, well!

The great Marc Tremblay in the flesh!

- Yeah! - Hey!

It's been a while, former in-law!

Hey!

I guess it was 2007 or 2008.

More or less.

Do you know who he is? A national hero!

Please, Antoine.

Google his name.

Pilot Marc Tremblay.

He made an emergency landing in Martinique

and saved 235 passengers. RESCUE IN MARTINIQUE

Well, Jesus Christ, just like Tom Hanks.

I'm happy to see you!

Well, that's not why I'm here.

Can I steal her for a few minutes?

- Of course. - No problem.

Follow me.

Do you remember?

- Happy to see him? - Let's have him on my show.

Let's talk.

In here.

I didn't mean to draw attention like that.

It's not your fault; no one gets away from Antoine.

Still, there's no denying it,

you truly are a hero.

Ah.

I wish I had been yours.

I've thought about your request.

Are you available tonight?

Without Delphine.

I have a business meeting tonight,

but I'm available tomorrow night.

All right.

Can I pick you up at 6:00?

Perfect. I'll be waiting.

- Good. - Okay.

You don't seem thrilled.

Do we have to go that low?

Honestly,

booking turned out to be more challenging than we thought.

- I'm reaping what I sowed. - No one thinks that.

Tell Patrick the talk show's cancelled.

EMAIL - BENOIT BERNIER PBLD FINANCIAL STATEMENTS

AS DISCUSSED YESTERDAY MORNING,

I AM FORWARDING THE BOOKKEEPING FOR YOUR NEXT ACCOUNTANT.

YOUR PROJECTED SHORTFALL IS $20,000 MONTHLY.

I can't sort this out at work.

Antoine wants to cancel the talk show.

Like we needed that! I'll talk to him.

You have reached Robin Tauzia-Miller, therapist.

Leave your name, phone number and a short message.

I'll call you back as soon as possible.

ÉTIENNE CAN I DROP BY THE OFFICE IN AN HOUR?

Do you mind if I leave? I need to change for dinner.

That's a good idea.

Are you okay?

Yes, I was just working something out.

Should I come to dinner?

No, it's just a business meeting with a doctor, not a date!

I wouldn't want you there if it was either...

- Anyway, have a good evening. - Let's go!

ANNA AND PATRICK WHERE ARE YOU?

Hey! I made coq au vin.

I'm late, I'm going to dinner.

- I thought we'd have time to talk. - About your talk show?

About the lie detector, actually.

- You want me to do another one? - No, I wouldn't dare!

But... do you remember the last question?

How could I forget?

I didn't mention it, because you were really stressed,

but that was in pretty poor taste.

It was.

I wanted to talk about your answer.

I don't love you anymore.

I don't hate you either.

I could've very well told Patrick that we can't live together,

and you'd be at the hotel.

How sweet.

But the polygraph said that you were lying.

How could I have been lying? That's ridiculous.

I thought the same thing,

but Mr. Giroux is the best polygrapher.

I don't love you anymore!

I know it and you know it, so let's move on.

Anna...

The needle went wild when you answered "no".

Okay, Antoine, I love you like a brother.

A brother you want to hit, or even kill, but you refrain yourself.

That's the love the polygraph picked up on.

- Does that help? - You don't have a brother.

Enough! You're driving me crazy! Leave me alone, I have a date!

- With whom? - It's not a date.

It's an important business meeting. You're throwing me off.

Sorry.

Wow.

You make the big bucks working in communications.

Without I don't have a boyfriend telling me I work too much,

so the expansion's going well.

What about Alex?

He was getting too attached.

I broke up with him the morning after our dinner.

It was a surprising match.

Ah.

You always said I was too predictable.

Want a drink?

Erm...

Just one. Kristof's waiting.

Mm-hmm.

How sweet to be desired!

Cheap shot, I know.

Wow.

Is it too much?

- What kind of dinner is it? - An important business meeting.

For PBLD.

I'm guessing it's with a male client.

Please, Antoine! Do I look okay?

You're perfect.

Dear sister.

You're letting Kristof deal with the surrogate?

I didn't ask.

He never liked kids.

And now, all of a sudden, he's going for Dad-of-the-Year award?

People change.

When passion clouds their judgment.

Okay.

You think you're in a position to give me advice about that?

It does sound like old-man advice.

No, you're not old.

That's sweet. Thanks.

What if I told you that...

What?

- What are you doing, Pat? - We can't kiss?

No.

Okay.

Oh, shit!

Sorry, the lights were on.

All good. This is my new employee, Jean-Christophe.

Okay.

My ex.

Hi, ex.

- A pleasure. I'm Étienne. - Nice to meet you.

I'll come see you in a minute.

Of course. See you then.

Okay.

We can talk about this some other time.

All good; I just need to think about it.

Alrighty...

You're both adults, so if Mia consents, it's none of my business.

Mia?

I saw the way you look at each other.

Me too, but...

...I'm actually interested in Céleste.

Céleste?

Okay.

That's fine, as long as you remain professional.

That's why I wanted to talk to you.

You see, Mia...

kissed me.

Okay.

Did you tell her you like Céleste?

Not exactly.

Mm-hmm.

- Did I let the fox into the henhouse? - Pat...

I'm not kidding; I can't deal with a "MeToo" incident.

That's not the case.

I just have to be honest with Mia.

All right.

Unlock your phone.

- What? - Hand it over.

Uh, yeah.

- Here you go. - Thank you.

Here it goes.

"Mia, I'm flattered that you're interested in me,

but I would like our relationship

to remain professional.

See you tomorrow?"

Should I add a smiley face? Let's do that.

There you go. That's settled.

Doesn't a text message sound like PR?

Yes!

Yes...

What would I do exactly?

That's to be determined.

My goal tonight, Mr. Fréchette, is to see if you're interested

and convince you, if necessary.

I'm flattered that you thought of me, but I'm not famous.

Jean-Michel Marsolais is famous enough for two.

Obviously, you have to be up for being in the spotlight.

- We didn't order that. - You don't like champagne?

I love champagne, but--

I wanted to spoil us a little.

But PBLD is inviting you tonight.

I'll pay for the champagne and we'll stop being formal?

If come you onboard with the project.

Thank you, I'll take care of it.

I'd love to raise awareness,

but isn't the government in charge of the campaigns?

That's true,

but when you represent a client as prestigious as Mr. Marsolais,

it's crazy how quickly protocols can change.

With Maestro, doors open to you.

Cheers.

What did you do before working at PBLD?

Before going to Paris?

A change of subject?

- Does that bother you? - No, it's fine.

I was a screenwriter.

Have you written something I'd know?

Mostly kids' shows.

My most noteworthy project was a series called Ironic.

Really? I used to watch that with my ex.

- A lot of people watched it to laugh at my lines. - Not at all.

We loved it.

It was a nice time, but...

You're in a different place now.

Exactly.

It's a demanding job.

You're always left alone with your thoughts.

You write for people who don't exist.

I'm betting on my own life.

Play my own role.

My new job allows me to meet real people.

Interesting and fascinating people.

Rebuilding one's life is admirable. It's rare.

- Especially at my age. - 40 is young.

Ohh!

The gastroenterologist needs glasses!

I won't tell your patients.

Here's to meeting you.

To meeting you.

Fuck.

I'm sorry.

No, it's all right.

Busy?

No, I just had...

I'm not good enough for you, am I?

Story of my life.

That's not it.

I met up with my ex to mess up his perfect relationship.

I kissed him.

Oh, boy.

My dinner was disgusting, but that gives me hope.

Turns out we're kind of similar.

Should we discuss that decision of yours?

No, thanks.

Well...

great minds think alike.

I beat him.

Antoine, I have to make a professional report to my husband, could you...?

Go upstairs, I won't be insulted.

This isn't over.

You look gorgeous.

That's great!

I don't want to brag, but I think I did well.

Tomorrow, try to get an appointment with Sandra at social services.

I'll send you her number.

Honestly, I think it's important that you know...

that Dr. Fréchette seems to have enjoyed spending time with me.

Is that an issue?

He was flirting.

What's going on?

Samuel, Olivier, and now, him.

Hey, hey, hey.

On podcasts, some actresses talk about how hard it is to date after 45,

- Don't complain! - So, it's okay?

If it's not mutual, it's his problem.

It would be great if we landed a national campaign right now.

Yay, pressure! I'll do my best.

But...

just to improve my knowledge of public relations,

would it be a major issue?

If a PBLD employee dated the doctor she's pushing into a national campaign?

- Hypothetically. - Impossible.

Mmm.

But René dated Céline.

What are you talking about? PBLD won't go there.

- Am I clear? - Crystal, boss.

HAROLD GOOD THING I'M NOT IN SURGERY THIS MORNING.

THANK YOU FOR DINNER. LOOKING FORWARD TO HEARING FROM YOU.

A text message, really?

- Listen... - I thought you were more mature than this.

So did I.

What's up?

He sent me this.

- Hi, everyone! - Hi!

- Just like that? - Yeah.

A text message, really?

Jesus...

ARTICLE 4 - RELEASE

UNCLE BENOIT

CAN WE DISCUSS MONTRÉAL ACCOUNTANT'S' SALARY?

I SPOKE WITHOUT THINKING YESTERDAY.

HAROLD THANK YOU FOR DINNER.

LOOKING FORWARD TO HEARING FROM YOU.

HAROLD THANK YOU FOR THE CHAMPAGNE.

AS FOR THE REST, WE'LL HAVE TO WAIT AND SEE.

HAROLD THANK YOU FOR THE CHAMPAGNE.

AS FOR THE REST, WE'LL HAVE TO WAIT AND SEE...

- How are you? - Good, you?

INCOMING CALL ROBIN TAUZIA-MILLER

- Yes? - Patrick?

Speaking.

Your name popped up on my caller ID, but there's no message.

Is everything all right?

Thanks for calling back, but I must've pocket-dialled, because I'm doing well.

All right. That's nice to hear.

Goodbye.

Hey! Big day?

You could say that.

I'm happy to see you.

Me too.

Did you pick a restaurant?

I'll get you something if you're hungry, but I had something else in mind.

Can you give me a hint?

You liked it when you were young.

I liked a lot of things when I was young.

Horseback riding?

Anna, your dad's waiting.

He's picking you up for once,; make an effort.

Are you ready to go around the world in my plane, honey?

- Do you recognize it? - It's still allowed to fly?

As long as it's well maintained, there's no danger.

Ready?

Uh huh.

Marc?

I'd prefer if we didn't fly.

Are you serious?

Really?

Every time?

Every single time.

It was your passion, so I should've enjoyed it?

How can I make you happy then?

Would you have dinner with Monique?

And you're afraid to fly with me?

She's changed.

She's changing.

I'd like to remember that we existed once.

The three of us.

- Without killing each other? - That would be the goal, yes.

NEXT TIME ON ANNA COMES HOME Where's your career now?

Okay, it's behind me.

I will not kneel to her

and certainly not abandon my principles.

- Why not? - I'm the author.