Innocent (2017) - full transcript
Francis is a nice, ordinary guy with a propensity to get into trouble in spite of himself: a dispute with his brother-in-law over a winning lottery ticket; a conflict with a wanted criminal over funeral urns; attempts to aid his elderly neighbour, his new tenant, and the ex he is still in love with, every time with unexpected (and certainly not positive) consequences.
"In memory of Denis Héroux"
"It is easier to smash an atom
than a prejudice” - Albert Einstein
"BACKGROUND CHECK"
- You know, I've seen many
strange cases throughout my career,
but yours is quite something!
- I know, I made a false statement.
- A false statement?
You failed to mention
five serious incidents
which are really going
to have a huge impact
on whether or not you'll get a
verdict in your favor.
Why did you lie?
- Because you wouldn't
have believed me.
- Listen... I really want
to help you out.
But first... you'll have to start by
helping your own case a little bit.
So far, it doesn't look really
good for you on paper.
But, if you're able to clear
up a couple of things
and that your story sticks...
I... might be able to save you
from years of processes and delays.
- That would be great,
because at my age,
I haven't got any time left to lose.
- All right then.
Tell me what happened!
- It all began...
at my ex-brother-in-law's
birthday party.
- I think we're the first ones here.
- Oh no, are you kidding me?
Oh no! We're not the first!
- Don't worry,
it's going to be fine.
- What are we going to say?
- I dunno!
- I hate small talk!
- Look, just find yourself
3 or 4 basic questions, like...
- Like what?
- "Hey, did you buy a new boat?"
"Ever thought of getting a poodle?"
- OK great, what else?
- "Wow! Is that a new sofa?"
- I don't think he's got
this one in his collection.
I hope he'll like it!
- He'd better like it.
It's a 38$ bottle!
Why'd you put
a lottery ticket in there?
- Well, I picked the numbers
from his birthday.
And from his wedding anniversary...
And you know he loves money so...
I thought he'd like it...
- I hope you're not just
trying to impress him?
The bottle... the lottery ticket.
- Not at all!
- Not even a little bit?
- OK, yes, maybe just a little bit.
- Well, you know,
I'm glad that you like him.
Because all my exes,
they weren't really fond of Paul.
They thought that he didn't have a
shred of humanity.
- Well, I guess Paul is just
like your average rich asshole...
But who's still sort of likable.
- He has everything a man could want
don't you think?
- Of course not!
You're the one who's going out
with the prettiest of the 2 twins!
- Oh, yeah, you're right!
That's why I chose you honey.
- Oh, you're cute!
But I'm the one who chose you.
- Hello!
- Hey!
Wow! You guys are early... Come on in!
- So I started drinking a bit early.
But maybe it was a good thing,
because I'm not very good
with people I don't like.
But after a couple of drinks,
I get friendlier, you know.
But after a while,
even with 400$ bottles,
my stomach started
to get a little upset...
Especially since I don't have
a very high tolerance for alcohol.
So, the last thing
I remember : Blackout.
- Paul, calm down.
You're a bit drunk.
You mixed up the fours
with the twos and the fives.
And, that's fine!
You didn't win 2 million dollars!
Now, you're going to calm down
and look at the numbers again.
And I'm going to ask you
for 15 seconds of concentration.
15...15.
30... 30.
38... 38!
- Yeah?
- Guillaume, it's me.
I have a 2 million dollar
question for you.
- Go ahead.
- If I were to win at the lottery,
would I have to share with my wife?
- I already told you,
your wife has a right
to half of everything.
- Shit!
- You've won the jackpot,
you lucky son of a bitch?
Who gave you the ticket?
No one...
It's just the moron at my dealership
who forgot to fill up my new car.
So I had to stop at a gas station,
and the cashier was cute,
so I accepted her offer to buy
a lottery ticket and that's it.
- You didn't stop annoying
everyone at the office
that you were buying a Tesla.
- Yeah...
- It's an electric car...
- Yeah...
- Paul, let me tell you something
as your friend, not as your partner.
So listen to me carefully :
You have to give half the money to
the person who gave you that ticket.
- So first I have to give
half to my wife,
then half to the other dumb ass.
And you, since we're partners
and we share everything,
I also have to give you half.
And I wouldn't exist
without my parents.
So I'll give them their half too.
What am I talking about? They're
divorced! So it's one half each!
Come to think of it, maybe
I shouldn't claim the jackpot,
or I'll end up losing money!
- Add it up the way you want
but you have to share it.
- Or what?
- All your neighbors,
and your Facebook friends will think
that you're an egocentric narcissist
who only cares about money.
- Yeah... I guess I'd prefer
they didn't figure that out.
I'll call you back.
- OK.
- Go away!
- Paul? It's me, Francis!
I'm sorry, it's just that I sort
of clogged the downstairs toilet...
You wouldn't happen to have
a plunger by any chance?
- Yeah sure! Give me a minute.
- No problem.
Take your time, no rush!
- OK, Paul, you're going
to open the door...
you'll give him the plunger,
you're going to tell him :
"Francis, you're now a millionaire!"
He'll start crying like a baby.
You'll embrace him into your arms,
and everyone's going to be happy!
- Paul?
Are you all right?
- I've never been so ashamed...
- Ouch!
- Will you finally tell me,
what really happened?
- I told you! I was waiting
for Paul to get me a plunger.
Then he came out,
with his nose covered in blood
and he punched me
for no freaking reason!
- Bullshit!
I just spoke to my sister.
And she told me that Paul
showed you his new car.
You wanted to try it out,
but you were a little too drunk,
so obviously he wouldn't
let you drink and drive!
You tried to grab his keys,
he stopped you,
so you hit him in the face!
- Your brother-in-law
is freaking insane!
- That's what happened isn't it!?
- No!
- You gotta learn how
to hold your booze, buddy!
- So, if I understand
correctly, he stopped you
from driving his new car
because you were too drunk.
- I don't give a flying shit
about his cars!
He's the kind of maniac
who spends his weekends
cleaning his cars with a toothbrush.
I didn't want to have anything
to do with his cars.
Just imagine
if I borrowed one of them
and I came back with a small bug
stuck on his windshield!
He'd never let me hear
the end of it!
- On a scale of one to ten,
how much alcohol
do you usually take?
Ten being the highest.
- One.
I never drink... usually.
- And how often
do you resort to violence?
- Never! Zero.
I'm telling you,
I'm not a violent person.
Sometimes I can get carried away,
but worst case scenario...
I get carried away with my words.
- OK, keep that in mind,
we'll get back to it later.
So after your mother passed away,
you found someone to sublet
her apartment.
- Excuse me, but it's sort of weird
to go back and forth like this,
don't you think?
Is it? Is it really necessary?
- It's the way I work,
it's my method...
- OK, I get it, you're trying
to find out if I'm lying.
Because you know that when you
mix up different events together...
Skip between different
timelines and all,
a liar is more likely to get
confused in all his lies.
But I'm not a liar, I swear!
- Calm down!
I call the shots in here.
Let me do my job the way I see fit.
- You're right. Sorry...
- I'd like you to tell me
what happened
with your upstairs neighbor.
- Well, it's quite simple really :
she screwed me!
Obviously, the whole place
pis due for a bit of a makeover...
My mom lived here almost
all her life you know.
That's the bed she got
for her wedding.
- Hey, does that mean
that you were conceived here?
- Oh yeah...
Yeah... I don't really want
to think about that!
- It must have been a shock...
to lose your mother like this.
- Yeah, I guess... You're never really
ready for that.
- Yup! I'll take it.
- The place is all yours...
as soon as I clear it out.
- You know what?
There's just one little thing
that I'd like to ask you.
- Uh, OK, like what?
- I just can't believe that
you'd sublet the apartment at the
same price that your mother paid.
It's not normal that our
rent is higher than hers!
- I know, but my mom lived
there all her life...
- Exactly why you should've tried
to make a profit on the sublet.
You're really hopeless when
it comes to business!
- You know, honey, just tell
yourself that we're lucky
to have found someone to
take back the lease.
- What are we gonna do
with your mom's stuff?
- I... left her the furniture.
- For how much?
- For nothing.
- Come on, Francis! You could've at
least sold it to her...
- I wanted to be generous. OK?
That girl hasn't had it
easy in life.
You know, her Ex left her,
he had the condo in his own name,
and left her with nothing ...
- Oh, you're such a nice guy!
I think she's all alone tonight.
Why don't go join her
and cuddle with her
in your mother's bed?
- Ah, you don't get it!
- Don't you think she's cute?
- Come on honey that's not it, it's
just that... I think we're cheap!
When was the last time that
we gave money to a charity?
Or even just a buck or two
at the grocery store?
- Well, we went to a fundraising
dinner just 3 months ago.
I remember, the ticketswere so
freaking expensive,
for shitty cafeteria food.
- Uh, you know
your expensive tickets...
your boss gave them to us.
- Oh yeah that's right. I forgot...
- Excuse me, did I say
something wrong?
- No, not at all, on the contrary!
- OK, sorry.
- You seem like a generous person.
It's something rare nowadays.
But in general,
people who give a lot usually
expect something in return.
- Yeah, but that's a plan
to be disappointed isn't it?
- Hum. Tell me all about your
encounter with Daniel Couture.
Why?
- Part of my job here,
pis to dig through your past.
To make sure that you really are
the person that you claim to be.
That's my job. Do you get it?
- Yes, yes, I'm sorry sir.
- Great.
Now, tell me all
about Daniel Couture.
- Eh boy!
So I had my bat
and I was ready to strike.
I wasn't really myself,
you understand...
- OK, stop. You're going a little
too fast. Hum? Calm down.
You're gonna start over
from the beginning. OK?
- From the start? Really?
- Yeah! Just act as if I didn't know
anything from your case.
- OK...
Well, Annie had just broken up
with me. So I went to see my mom,
because it cheers me up
when I talk to my mom.
Hey mom, I can't believe
it's already been a year.
Yeah, you're... you're surprised
to see me here, huh?
Well... I took the afternoon off,
to spend it with you.
Just the two of us!
It's been so long since
we've had time to chat.
I have so much stuff to tell you!
You know, the... the food
processor you gave me?
Well, a little piece
of it just broke.
And I can't use it anymore...
And I know it's silly...
but it's almost like if there was
little a piece of you
that I lost at the same time...
Not that you're like a food
processor, but you were so...
You know, you loved to cook so much.
So I applied for a new job
last week, it's at a Zoo...
Hello!
- Hum hum.
Sorry, it's... it's because
my father's right there.
- Hey, what's the odds, huh? I mean...
Well, go... go ahead, I... I'll...
- I won't be long.
- Ah, no rush,
I have the whole afternoon!
It's all good.
- Hey there, you old piece of shit!
This is my new fiancée.
Maurice, Honeybun.
Honeybun, Maurice.
- Nice to meet you, Maurice.
Dan told me a lot of
bad stuff about you.
- Daniel? Daniel Couture?
I'm so happy to put a face
on your beard.
I mean, a face on your name.
Because I come here
all the time to see my mother,
and I always take the time
to say hi to all her neighbors.
And I usually have a quick
chat with your father.
He's a sharp man, really.
- Is your name Daniel Couture
or Dan Kelly?
- I took my mother's name.
- What are you taking about?
Your mother's a Laviolette.
It's written ... it's right there...
Hey... Calm down dude...
I didn't want to meddle...
- Look, I don't really
want to know.
Anyway I'd rather be
a Mrs. Kelly than a Mrs. Couture.
- Come on, let's get out of here.
- Hold on babe!
We have a little
father & son ritual.
- What! Are you kidding
me right now?
Ark!
Sorry, but right now you have
your cock in my mother's face!
Would it be possible to stick it
back in your pants, please?
I can't believe what you're doing!
I just can't believe it! Come on!
- Don't worry.
It's just like cat litter.
It absorbs bad smells.
- It's been 8 years since
he's passed. Let it go!
- No, he's still here!
I can still hear his God
damn voice in my head.
Every day he tells me
that I am a fucking failure.
A loser and a disappointment.
On top of that, he's
ashamed of what I do!
- Well, from what I just saw,
he's got a good reason to be.
- Are you saying that
my father's right?
- No, no, I'm just saying that there
are some things that you can't do...
like urinate in an urn.
- He thinks my father's right!
- Choose your battles.
- You bet!
You know, when I was little,
we were 12 children in the family.
So when there was
a problem, my father,
he didn't have very much
time to talk with us
and go through his emotions.
His only way of talking
to us was with his fists.
- Ah, that sucks... but the good news
is, that you're an improved version.
You're able to talk.
- Not really.
- Excuse me, madam.
- So when you came out of the
mausoleum, you took your car,
and you followed him to his house.
And then you called the police?
- Uh... more or less
- How impulsive are you usually?
- Not really,
but when it comes to my mother,
I can be a little sensitive.
- You wanted revenge?
- My mother was a saint, OK?
She's never done anything wrong.
And she spent all her
time helping out others.
So I think that she
deserves some respect.
- You didn't really go
into details earlier
when you mentioned your
break up with Annie.
So I'd like you to go over it again.
Because you know in the police
report, it's a very detailed event.
- Annie, um... she really was...
my worst heartbreak ever.
I didn't recognize myself anymore.
I'd become possessive, jealous.
But, it won't happen again.
- You bet it won't!
- Not him again!
What?
- I miss you!
- Hey, get over it! It's been
6 months. I'm with Steve now.
- We just have one
life to live, right?
- Yeah, so?
- We get ourselves
2 tickets for Vegas,
we rent a small condo
next to Celine's house,
we get married and we have children.
- Great! Now, you listen
to me very carefully, OK?
- Sure, whatever you want, honey.
- You need help!
You're sick!
- You think?
- I don't think so, I'm sure of it!
They'll give you antidepressants
or something like that.
- OK, I... I'll go to the doctor's.
But in the meantime, I wrote you a
poem. Can I read it to you?
- I don't give a shit.
- Giraffe sedative with eucalyptus.
No, I can't take that
stuff, it's too strong!
Ah, it's organic, it must be OK.
Ah... tastes like shit!
- On a scale from 1 to 10, how much
would you rate your drug use?
- Zero! I don't do drugs...
- OK.
- Never, I'm serious!
- And what about giraffe sedatives?
In which category
should I label that?
- Natural organic products?
- By the way, I can see here
that you've been seeing a shrink
ever since you were 18.
- Yeah... you know at one
point in my life, I decided
that I wasn't going to be
one of those guys who...
dump all their shit on others
and annoy everyone
with their unresolved
problems from childhood.
So whenever I feel down I'd rather
give my money to a shrink
so that I don't have to be
a downer to everyone else.
- That's very wise.
- Thanks!
- Hi?
What the fuck!?
- Naughty girl!
- Hey! What the hell are you doing?
- Come on! Snatchbook!
- Snatchbook?
- Yeah!
- Sorry, it must be the girl
upstairs... Cynthia?
Yeah...
OK, hey, I'm so sorry.
- Are you OK, honey?
- Yes, darling, everything's fine!
- OK, I'm really sorry. I...
- Yes... it's upstairs.
- OK.
- Have a good day!
- Yeah, you too, ma'am.
- What're you doing?
- Hey, check this out.
It's like a dating app just for
people who want to fuck!
- Snatchbook?
OK, uh, and what are all these red
dots around our place?
- Well, that's everyone
that's um... available.
- To fuck? Right now?
- Yeah. Less than 5 minutes away!
- Are you kidding me?
- What's the world become!
It's crazy. It's degrading!
- Yes, yes, it's really
lowering mankind
to its most primary instincts, huh...
No, really that's just
putting love aside
and reducing everything
to pure sexual contact.
No, no, no, hey,
we're not sex dolls!
- Honey...
... admit it! It turns
you on doesn't it?
- It's amazing, sweetheart!
It's like a dream come true.
You can fuck on demand!
You know, it used to be
that you'd have
to drive up to an hour and a half
to have a fling with a girl.
Don't tell me that was
good for the planet!
Nowadays, you can go
by foot... in a dressing gown.
It's fantastic!
- Yeah...
Good night honey!
- You don't think I'm right?
You're the one who's always saying
that we should get
more local products!
-Um hum.
- In any case,
one thing is for certain,
you're not someone who is
very stable in relationships.
Over the last three years,
you've been with Melissa, Julie,
Annie, Solange...
- No with Solange, it wasn't...
I've never... All I wanted
was to help her.
- Oh, you wanted to help her, sure,
but your name's
all over the police report.
And even Solange's own son is
accusing you of forcing his mother
to change her last will
in your favor.
- No! I mean, yes,
but I didn't force her.
- You didn't?
- She did it
all by herself, I swear.
Solange, are you OK?
- They stole my engine...
damn thieves!
- Your engine?
Solange... You're engine's
right there!
- That's not my engine!
Before I went to the mechanic
yesterday, I had a V8.
And when I came back I had a V6.
- Well, hum, OK, but... how is it less
efficient, I mean, your engine?
- It doesn't have any torque.
It doesn't have any power!
- So, you're saying that your
mechanic went through the trouble
of removing your old engine and
replacing it with a cheaper one?
- Precisely!
It's not everyone who paid for the
upgrade! A V8 engine is extra.
My Stephen, he worked overtime
to afford that V8.
- And did you tell your mechanic?
- Of course, I told him!
He gave me a lousy explanation.
He made it seem like I was crazy.
So, I called him a dirty thief and I
left without settling his bill.
- Solange! Get real,
no one stole your engine.
- You don't believe me?
- It's not that I don't believe you,
it's just that it isn't possible.
You know it's the same with humans,
as we get older, our
cells sort of stretch.
We get slower... you know,
huh, we're not as fast.
I guess that's not all news to you...
Well with a car's engine,
it's pretty much the same...
Your engine is just tired.
- You disappoint me Francis.
If only my Stephen was still here...
he never would've let that slide.
Take care...
- It's a V8!
God damn crooked mechanic!
- What do you want with me?
- You know what I want!
- So you believed her story?
- Well, I did some
research... on Google
and I found out that V8 models,
well, they come with V8 engines.
The V6 models come with V6
engines, and the V4...
- OK... OK I get the picture.
- Great! So perhaps now you
could try to explain how come
Solange has a V6 in her V8?
- I asked around to my guys
this morning and no one knows.
- But you've got to admit
it's a bit odd, right?
- Listen, you're not the only one
who'd like to figure out
what happened.
- Since Solange's engine
went missing
while her car was in your garage,
I just happen to have this feeling
that you're the one
who's responsible.
So we're going to try to
keep things simple, OK,
you'll just go ahead and replace
her engine with a new one.
- Are you crazy? A V8 is
worth at least 7000 bucks!
- Ha! You know its price!
- Of course I know its price, that's
my job. It doesn't mean I'm guilty.
- OK, look, personally,
I don't give a rat's ass
if Solange drives around
with a V6 in her V8.
If it were up to me,
she could strut around on a scooter
while drinking V8.
As long as she's happy,
I don't give a shit!
The only thing that pisses me off is
that crooked mechanics like you
rip off helpless people
while thinking that no
one will ever notice it.
That, truly disgusts me!
I can't live with that.
I don't sleep well at night
because of things like that.
- So you accuse me of being a crook!
While I bust my agent Sans-Secret
every day for my clients
instead of being home
with my children.
That really pisses me off!
- Very touching story.
- If you're so convinced,
then just sue me.
- Great idea! I'll sue you.
- You don't have any proof anyway.
- Uh, yes I do! I have
Solange's car as proof.
- OK, 8 o'clock tomorrow
morning, bring me her car.
- That's much better!
-Yes?
Hum hum.
Yeah, he's right here
in front of me.
OK... Very well, thanks.
We just received your lab results.
It's negative...
- Oh! Great... that's really great!
- You seem relieved.
Were you afraid
that we'd find something?
- Oh, no, no, no! I know I'm clean.
It's just nice to... make
it official, you know.
- Hum hum.
- Hey... Hey!
This is going to be
the most important apology
of your whole life!
- Winner of the two
million dollar jackpot?
- Yes! Yes!
- No no no!
- "Should I share with
my brother-in-law?"
"Don't give him a penny, keep
the money, let him rot in hell."
I think I just understood
what happened last night.
- I don't care what you understand,
and what you don't understand,
you're going to put your
ego aside for once
you're going to call him
right now to apologize!
Don't forget that you're
deeply sorry for everything.
You put some real heart into it
and then you congratulate him!
- Congratulate him?
- Yes!
- I'm the one who bought the ticket!
He's the one who should be
here kissing my ass.
Hello?
- Hi there you greedy asshole!
How are you doing this morning?
- Ah, try to put yourself
in my shoes, Francis.
I go to the washroom...
I take a look at the
lottery numbers on my phone.
And I notice that I just
won 2 million dollars, eh.
And the only thing I was wondering
while I was glaring at my ticket,
was trying to figure out
a way to make sure
that I wouldn't have to give
you a God damn penny!
After that, well, you know the rest.
- If you didn't want to share, you
didn't have to punch me in the face!
- Oh, that's because
I needed to make sure
that my friends would understand
why I wouldn't share
the jackpot with you.
- You know what? You're
fucking insane man!
- You know it's all
your fault, right?
If you hadn't given me a ticket,
I wouldn't have had to choose
between your friendship and money.
- Ark!
- That's why I'm
successful in life.
I never mix family with business.
- That's so true.
- I'm sorry I didn't
believe you before.
- I don't know if I'll be
able to continue living
knowing that we gave 2 million to
the worst asshole in the universe.
- Me neither...
My sister...
My sister, she can
make this right!
- You're wasting your time.
Your sister isn't going to help us.
- How much is it really worth,
your relationship with your sister?
Think about it.
- You know, she owes
everything to Paul.
She'll do anything to stay with him!
- She wants to play dirty?
Well, I can play dirty too!
- Fuck me!
- Guillaume?
Isn't that Paul's partner?
- Yeah.
- Hey, you know, your sister...
she's just a slut.
- I know.
But Guillaume, you know
he's... well equipped.
- What about you, did
you sleep with him too?
- Yeah...
But that was before
I was with you.
- You can't betray me like that!
We swore that we'd
never tell anyone.
It was a secret between sisters!
You want to fuck up my
marriage, is that it?
You're just jealous!
Do you want me to
tell you something?
If only you'd listened
to mom and dad
and you'd found yourself
a rich husband,
not a God damn loser
like your boyfriend.
Well, we wouldn't
be in this situation!
You really want to
fuck up my marriage?
Well tell him you
backstabbing bitch!
- Its settled...
We won't get a penny... and I never
want to see my sister again.
- When you think about
it... she may be right.
Why are you with a guy like me?
- Because I love you...
and I know that you love me.
And we don't really need
that much money to be happy, do we?
- Yes. Well, I mean,
we can live without it, but...
- I mean think about it,
we've never been as unhappy
as we've been since this morning.
- That's true.
Come to think of it, if it
hadn't been for his birthday,
I never would've bought
that lottery ticket.
- Good point!
- I love your bungalow.
-And I love
your old Volvo!
- We don't need anything else.
- That's so true!
- You know what... they
should keep the money!
They need it more than we do!
- Right on!
In the end I guess...
it's a good thing.
- It's a great thing,
because I love you honey!
- I love you too!
- The only thing that sucks, is that
you're supposed to deserve a gift.
- Holy shit... you're onto something!
What?
- "Deserve"? Is that what you said?
- Yeah...
- And they don't deserve it!
We're going to get our ticket.
- What do you mean?
- We're gonna get
our ticket back!
It's ours!
- You have 2 seconds
to apologize to my mom.
"NO!"
Sorry? I didn't hear you.
"You heard me! When I
was young, my father..."”
I know, your father hit you
and I don't give a shit!
"You're just a little skinny loser
"who used to get his ass
kicked in the schoolyard.
"And it's still the same today,
you're a God damn coward.”
You're right! But that just changed.
Sorry, I can't hear you.
Oh, you'd like to apologize,
but you can't speak anymore?
So sad!
Where is he?
He needs to apologize to my mother.
- Forget it. Dan is never
going to apologize.
You don't get it do you?
Deep inside Dan is just
an injured little boy
who needs to be loved.
- Ah, OK! That changes everything,
you could've told me before.
Silly me! Here I thought that
he was just a crazy psycho
who couldn't control
his own emotions
and who was always looking
to pick a fight!
I'm not leaving here
without an apology!
- I beg you, please!
I'm sure that you're
smarter than this!
Give me your bat.
- Mike, she knows my real name :
Daniel Couture.
- I still don't understand why
you brought her there.
- I told you, she really
wanted to meet my father.
- Your father's dead!
- Do you think
I don't fucking know that?
I'm the one who freaking killed him!
- You have 2 choices:
either you get rid of her
or you jump on a plane and you
two get the fuck out of here.
- Listen, I know that my new
identity was expensive
but I really love this girl, OK?
Tell that to the boss.
I'm going to run some errands.
I'll have a little surprise
for you when I come back.
- Well...
- Hum?
- I'd really like you to apologize
for what you did earlier.
- You're right. I'm sorry...
You never should've met my father!
- Hold on!
Thank you...
- Don't thank me.
I'm going to do what I should've
done from the start :
I'll go straight to the police.
I know that you love him,
but he's a God damn psychopath.
And he should be locked up.
He's a... Pfff! You know.
Solange, where's your car?
- I don't know...
- That fat fucking fucker!
God damn crooked ass hole!
There you have it!
Yes sir!
Yes hi, I'd like to report a
vehicle theft, please,
at 4224 Remembrance.
Yeah, and I can even describe
the suspect to you if you want.
He's currently wearing jeans
and some kind of ugly jacket.
Would you like to talk to him?
OK, so hurry up please!
It's the police,
they're on their way!
- Sure... Do you want to know
what happened here?
- No need! I know exactly
what happened.
You tried to get rid of the
evidence and you got caught!
So now you look like
a guilty dumb ass!
By the way, it's two
separate thefts!
The engine and
then the car!
So you're going to be
charged for both, big guy.
Well, I say big, but
you're not that tall.
More like a... fat gnome.
A... hairy leprechaun...
A mini Hagrid!
- Police custody.
Last night, Solange...
she got chased by a police car.
She drove through
at least two red lights
and it took a roadblock
to finally stop her.
Have a look!
- Oh, shit!
- By the way, I found the answer
to your engine problem.
When you're too cheap to buy a V8,
you just get a sticker,
it's a lot cheaper!
Anything to say about that?
- Well, I guess it's all
good. It's... it's great.
I'm sorry.
I don't know what to say...
- There's nothing to say...
- Cool, well, let's not
say anything then.
- Perfect. Bye!
- I'm going to fuck off then.
I'm just going to grab
my bike if you don't mind.
- Yeah... whatever.
- I'll just go through there.
- Who's the dumb ass now?
- Did you find my car?
- Solange, why didn't you tell me
that you'd ran away from the police?
- You didn't ask me.
You wanted to know where my car was.
I told you, I don't know.
- Solange, it's been 2 years since
you've lost your driver's licence.
It's over, now.
- If only I'd had my V8,
the cops never would've
caught up with me.
I want my car back.
- Forget it, your car's
been impounded.
- It's the last gift
that my husband gave me.
I want it back in my driveway!
- It's not happening!
- Take the money from my safe.
Bribe the police chief or whoever
you need... I want my car back.
- Sure, and who's going to drive it?
- It's been like this for a week.
I can't bare it any longer!
- Sure, why don't you just
go upstairs
and ask them to fuck quietly.
- Hello, lovebirds!
"What's up?"
- She's texting & fucking
at the same time!
- It's better than texting
and driving I guess.
"Are we making too much noise?"
A little bit.
"Is that better ?"
Much...
Much... better!
- We should've done that way sooner.
- What are we gonna do
about the bed?
"Have a good night!"
- OK, Mike, you know
that you're my best,
but right now I've got
a really big problem.
Can you tell me why your guy
was a no-show this morning?
He was supposed to bring
the passports across the border.
- I told you, I'm already on it.
It's just that my usual guy's
in the hospital right now.
- You know our clients, they
paid us a shitload of money
so that we'd help them
get away from Donald.
- I know...
Well find someone as
soon as fucking possible!
- I'm on it, don't worry.
Just give me
a little bit more time, OK?
"Cynthia : I'm at the bus
stop, come get me"”
- What are you up to?
- Just hold on one second babe.
I'll be right back.
- OK.
- You can open your eyes.
- Oh honey!
What's the occasion?
- Well, it's been a full
week since we've met.
It's the first time that
I've been with the
same girl for so long.
- And you're not tired of me?
- No, on the contrary!
I'd like to come
and live with you.
- I was hoping you'd ask!
- Huh?
- I was waiting for that!
Wait, let's celebrate
this properly.
- Hum, hum, hum!
Hello mister!
- Hi! Hello...
- Honeybun, I've
got your surprise.
Honeybun?
Come on, pick up!
Fucking bitch!
She's gone.
- Gone to heaven?
- No, she just left.
- You let her go!?
- No, no, I went
to get my Kit.
I didn't want it to get blood
and shit everywhere.
It's my house God damn it!
- OK, I'll check with
the cab dispatch
and call you back in ten.
- Good.
Watermelon!
- Good day!
Let me guess, you want a refund ?
- Not really.
Listen, sir, there's a stranger
in our neighborhood
and he's been giving
toys to young children...
and he gave this to my
6 year old yesterday.
My wife and I fear that
he may be a kidnapper
so we'd like to
know his name to...
well let's just say we'd
like to talk to him.
- Looks like we only sold
one in the last month
and it was paid
with a credit card.
But... without a warrant.
I can't really give you any
personal information.
You know, it's confidential.
- I'm sure you could make
a tiny exception in this case.
Not really, no.
Listen, I finish my
work shift in 2 minutes,
is there anything else I
could help you with?
- Sure, could I talk to
the fucking manager?
- I'm the fucking manager!
- Come on, just give a
concerned father a break.
- You're not listening,
sir, it's store policy.
It's confidential, I can't
do anything about it.
- And what if I shoved this
fucking bat up your ass?
- I can't give you his name.
But maybe I could
give you his address.
- It seems to me that before
moving into a new apartment,
You ask if you're allowed to
bring your God damn dog first.
Ah! Here it is!
It's right here on the lease.
"No pets allowed.”
- Honey, it's only temporary.
His brother's going to come and get
the dog in about a week or so.
- But why doesn't he just bring
the dog to his brother himself.
- Because he's got
a criminal record.
They won't let him cross the border
and his brother lives in the States.
- What about his girlfriend?
- Cynthia? You've seen her.
She doesn't even know how to drive!
- Well, you know what, I
think I'm going to stay at a motel
until this
whole thing is settled.
- Honey, it's OK,
I'll take care of it!
I'll take the dog
to the States myself.
- Thanks.
- Hey!
- Hello, my sweet Francis!
- Solange, what are you doing?
- I'm waiting for my Stephen.
We're going on a picnic.
- Solange, he won't be coming...
What about you?
- Your sad to let him go, huh?
- I'll miss him.
I'm just happy to know that
he'll be in good hands.
My brother is a dog-lover!
What do you think, Peanuts? You're
going to be happy in the States?
- I found this in
your jeans earlier.
You got him 2 days
ago from the pet shop.
And his name is Swirly.
What are you playing at?
- That's how I earn a living.
- Using clueless people to smuggle
fake Ids through the border?
I'm telling you, no way!
Francis, is a good guy.
- Don't worry, I've done it
dozens of times
and no one ever
got caught so...
- Great, but don't
use Francis, OK?
Find someone else.
- I don't have enough time.
This is my last time,
OK? I promise you.
- No, I can't let you do it.
- But he won't get caught.
He doesn't have a record,
he's not wanted by the cops,
and he doesn't know anything,
so... he won't look worried
when he'll get through customs.
- Sure, but what if
he gets caught?
How long will he get?
- Seven years in jail.
Well, look, we... let's
not think about that.
Think of all the refugees
that we can help instead.
There are people who are caught
in bad situations in life,
and they need a fresh start.
And we can give them
that second chance.
- OK, cut the bullshit!
How much are you making?
- You mean...
how much are we making?
It's a grand per passport.
We've got 50.
But if you really don't
want me to do it... well I won't...
- If I'm not back in 5 minutes,
call the cops.
- Sweetheart! Are you
sure that's a good idea?
- We're not losing
2 million dollars today!
- Stay calm, Francis!
Stay calm, it's nothing,
it's just 2 million.
It won't change your life.
Calm down...
Just breathe.
Be mindful!
- I got it!
- You're kidding!
How did you...?
- Her marriage is worth
more than 2 million.
- It's the...
it's the worst
and the happiest day of
my life at the same time!
- Me too!
- I don't know why, but I'm
really turned on right now!
- Me too!
- Who is it?
- It's... she has it!
- Sure, but you can
have it back, here...
we don't really need that
much money anyway.
- I heard my wife
talking to you.
She said, "Promise me that
you'll never tell my husband.”
Tell me who it is!
- Hey... I don't
want to interfere,
but I think you must've
misunderstood.
- Look here, I'm
gonna count to five.
1... 2...
- Come on, just think
about it, if you Kill us,
you'll be in
deep shit so...
-3... 4...
- It's Guillaume!
It's Guillaume.
Are you happy now?
- I knew it...
Now give me the ticket.
- I'm the one who
bought that ticket.
I can do whatever I want
with it... so fuck off!
- What the hell
did you do?
- Shit's over! No more fighting!
- You fucking dumb ass!
- No... no more fighting...
- You've got to be kidding me!
- Un-fucking-believable!
- What the hell is wrong with you?
- Calm down... it's just money!
- I can't believe this shit!
- You're such a
dumb ass loser!
- It's just 2 million...
- Two fucking millions!
- OK, you two get
the fuck out if here!
Just tell me why?
- I should've
told you earlier.
Are you mad at me?
Yes!
- Darling, I just
want you to know
that it doesn't change the
fact that you're the one I love.
Do you want a divorce?
- No.
- You're giving me
a second chance?
- Yes...
- Well, thank you.
- But I want you to
promise me that...
I swear that I'll never
see Guillaume again.
And if you want us to be even...
You can sleep with
any girl you want.
- Already done.
But you know, darling,
I just want you to know
that it doesn't change the
fact that you're the one I love.
- I love you too.
- Would you like to marry me?
And I said yes
on the spot!
- Oh yeah? Right
here in this dump?
- No, Francis.
This used to be a beautiful
field full of yellow tulips.
The water was clean,
the air was pure.
And he had... his
black Cadillac 64,
straight out of the garage.
He wore his sailor's uniform
that looked so good on him.
Everything was so perfect!
- Yeah, and I can picture you at 18,
you must've been quite a catch.
- Oh, let's say that I
made a lot of heads turn.
- And I guess that's
when you guys...
Oh no, not before the wedding
it wasn't allowed,
back then right?
- Well...
To tell you the truth.
I didn't bring you here
just for a romantic picnic.
- Thank God, because I
was beginning to wonder.
- I'm tired of being in pain.
I'm tired of waiting alone.
I'm tired of thinking
about him every day
and to live in the
past all the time.
So...
I've decided to move on.
And I'd like you to help me.
- Whatever you need, Solange.
I'm there for you.
"I leave all my
belongings to Francis..."”
- I'd like you to do
something for me?
- Sure anything you want,
but there's no need to give
me anything in return, really.
Seriously...
- Fine.
Hey, isn't that chloroform!?
- I want you to drug me and
then drown me in the river.
So that I won't feel a thing.
- OK great!
And what am I supposed
to do with the body?
- Give it to science.
- Come on, Solange! That's murder.
- Burn it then.
- Solange, I think you're
seriously depressed right now.
I've been there before, OK, and we
can get you some help.
- You think?
- Of course.
Just hang on OK?
I'll just call in sick at work,
and I'm going to take care of you.
We're going to get
through this! OK?
- You're going to miss your work?
- Sure, don't worry about it.
- I Hello?
- Hi, sir!
You know, it's me Francis.
I was supposed to have
my first day of work tonight.
We'll something's come up...
Would it be possible to find
someone to cover my shift ?
- It's a bit last minute...
- Yeah, I know that
the timing isn't great...
You know how it is with
emergencies...
You never know in advance
if you're gonna have an emergency
or not, but now it's really...
OK, great, thanks, I
really appreciate it.
I'll come in
tomorrow then.
- Not really.
- What do you mean?
- No need.
- What about next week?
- Nope.
- No need either?
OK, well, I see...
Hello? You there?
Solange?
No no no. Fuck, fuck,
fuck! What the hell?
Hey! No no no!
Solange! Open the door!
You can't do
that to me.
I just lost my job for you!
Solange!
Fuck ... Fuck.
Fuck, fuck.
Solange! It's not cool!
You can't do that to me!!!
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Solange! Listen to me carefully!
I respect suicide with dignity.
It's fine by me.
But you've just put your
will in my name.
I have my fingerprints
on your bloody knife.
So I'm in deep shit!
There are no witnesses.
We're all alone in the
middle of nowhere.
No one's going to
believe me. I'm fucked!
Answer me, you
crazy bitch!
Come on! Open
the fucking door!
Open the fucking door
before you die on me!
Come on!
I love my life!
Kitty, kitty,
kitty, kitty!
- Hello! You've reached
the voicemail of : Francis.
Please leave a message
right after the beep.
- Hi, it's me.
I thought about it and...
if you were serious
about leaving for Vegas,
I'd like to give it a try.
I love you so much!
What am I gonna
do with him?
- What's your brother's
cut on the passports?
- Nothing...
I don't have a brother.
- Good, I didn't really
want to share.
Mike!
It's the US customs!
- Fuck!
- What are you
guys doing?
- I am so sorry...
- Wait, you're leaving? But...
- Come on, Cynthia, let's go!
- What about the lease?
"US CUSTOMS"
Hello?
Hello?
- Hey, I'm trying
to reach Mike.
The dumb ass, forgot to give me
his dog's medical records,
so they won't let me bring the dog
through the border without it.
- Honey. Get back in your car
and come home right away.
- Forget it, I'm not about to
make another round trip
just to get rid of his
fucking Schnauzer.
- Come home now!
- OK.
Sure thing, will do.
Thank you!
You know, when I found
out about the passports,
I was so freaking angry...
that I went upstairs
with a crowbar.
And I hit as hard as I
could on my mother's bed.
- What about the dog?
- I decided to adopt him.
- I guess that's one
of the reasons
why it didn't end
well with Julie?
- Oh, no, no, she...
she actually met someone else,
on that fucking app
of her's, Snatchbook.
- OK, now I understand.
So after being humiliated
by an unfaithful woman,
you decided to
have your revenge.
So, after getting a new urn,
you had the good idea
to bring Daniel Couture's
fiancée, to your place.
- Oh no, I didn't invite her!
She's the one who wanted it.
- She wanted what?
- So it goes
So life goes
So life goes
- And again.
- So it goes,
life goes
So life goes
So life goes
So it goes
Hey, you're really good!
- Not at all, you're so much better.
I'm not a really good singer.
- You're very good.
- Hey, thanks for spending
some time with me... It was nice.
You really put some sunshine
back on this really shitty day.
And I also wanted to
thank you... for the urn.
- Yeah it's pretty isn't it?
Well, it's a ... it's a gift
from Dan and me.
- Well it's very nice of you. Very...
- You know that's actually,
the urn that I wanted to buy
when my mother died ...
It was too expensive... so
I bought an ugly one.
But she would've liked that one...
- Yeah, that one's very nice.
- Really.
So I'd really appreciate it
if Dan could apologize.
So that I wouldn't need to
report him to the police.
I'd really feel bad if I
had to go to the cops
after all the gifts you got me.
- Yeah.
Listen, I... I don't
want to hurt you,
but Dan, is never
going to apologize.
And you're not going the police.
How come?
- Well, because you're going
to pass out any second now.
- Ah, did you drug my
coffee or something?
- What are you fucking doing here?
- Oh no, I gave you
my own address!
I had this feeling I'd seen
your face somewhere before.
You've been on the most wanted
list for a while, Mr. Couture!
- Wow, you're just asking for
a bullet in your head are you?
- Oh... I called the cops on you!
Oh! That's me...
Pff... Sorry.
Hey, have
a nice day!
- I won't tell you
my whole story...
but before I met Dan,
I was on the street.
He saved my life.
So I feel like I owe him.
Now because of you, I know
that he's wanted by the cops,
but I love him and I
don't want to lose him.
So when he's in trouble
like this shit we're in now...
Well, let's just say
I owe him one.
But you... you just
couldn't let it go!
"MOMMY"
But now you're going
to let it go for good!
Have a nice trip!
- Francis, I have to
tell you a secret.
I'm pregnant.
- Wait, you got pregnant
with... Steve?
- Not really... I just wanted
to see how he'd react...
To see if he really
wanted to have a child.
But he didn't take it well
and he told me that
he'd leave me if I
didn't get an abortion.
- Wait, OK, so just to be clear,
you guys had a fight
because you didn't want
to get an abortion
from your fake pregnancy,
and you didn't tell him the truth
so he left you.
Is that it?
You ironed Steve?
No, OK, uh ...
He... where's Steve now?
- In the trunk of my car.
- Sorry, I don't like to curse
but it has to come out.
You're one God damn crazy bitch!
- No, but the good news
is that he's still alive.
- Ah, OK, great!
- But he wouldn't
stop ranting about
how he was going to put
his best lawyers on my ass
and sue me for
attempted murder.
- Well I hate to break it to ya
but you're in deep shit!
- Don't worry, I have a plan
to make sure that we can both get
out of this mess.
- Uh... both of us?
- It's quite simple,
you and I, we're in love,
we never left each other.
You got me pregnant...
And we'll say that Steve
has been following me
like a God damn stalker
for the last 6 months.
We'll say that he was
sexually harassing me,
that he followed me
here at the zoo
and that you had to
come to my rescue.
- With an steam iron?
- Yes.
- OK great!
Great plan.
OK, first... give me your
car keys babe.
Now, you're going to go
wait in my office right now
and you'll stay there, OK?
I'm going to take care of Steve
and I'm going to call the cops.
And you'll have to answer for
what you've done to him, OK?
- I beg you, I came here
because I needed your help.
- No, you came here to use me
like you always do.
But it's not working
this time.
Look, you shouldn't have come here,
because now I'm a witness.
And do you know what a witness does?
It testifies about what it saw.
And what did I see? I saw that
you're nothing but a lying bitch.
- You told me this was
to protect me from assholes.
Well, thanks!
- What a story!
- But I think it all
happened for a reason.
Because, you know...
when I was an inch away
from becoming pet food,
I realized that...
I only had one regret in life.
And now... I'm lucky enough
to have a second chance.
And that's why I'm here.
- Now it's my turn
to tell you the truth.
Your request has already
been denied by our committee.
But I still wanted to
meet you in person.
Listen... you don't have
to be ashamed of
what happened to
you, on the contrary.
I think it makes
you... a better man.
You know what?
I'm going to approve
your adoption request.
- Really?
- Absolutely.
- I was raised
by a single dad.
And I still had a
great childhood.
My father always told me...
It's better to raise a child alone
than to stay in a bad relationship.
- So... I'm going to be a father?
- Yes. And an excellent
one if I might add.
Thank you so much!
I... I can't believe it.
It's like the best gift
that... life could give me.
I guarantee that
I'll be worthy
of the trust that
you place in me.
I swear!
- I don't doubt it
for a second.
Here... Sign there.
- It's such a beautiful
name : Vanel.
She's so cute, isn't she?
- Very much.
Well, congratulations!
Can I ask you a personal question?
- Yeah, sure.
- Honestly, how does it feel
to win two million dollars?
- Well it hurts!
Because my ticket, it
was like all shriveled
deep underneath the
edge of my tongue.
Where you can't really
reach it you see...
And I couldn't really
remove it from there.
So at Loto-Québec,
they used tweezers to
remove the ticket
and they hit one of my nerves so
that hurt like hell!
- And did you share it?
- What do you think?
- You can call me Jack.
- Ah, delighted!
My name is Francis... Oh, yeah,
sorry, you already knew that.
- It was a pleasure.
We'll see each other next week
to finalize everything.
Uh, and one last thing.
Maybe think twice
before you give a Taser
to your new girlfriend.
- Ha! You bet!
Never again!
We have to learn from
our mistakes, huh.
- What are you still doing here?
We're done! The movie's over.
It's time for the end credits.
So, I'm Emmanuel Bilodeau,
I was playing the part of Francis.
For those who didn't recognize
me with my beard...
Bobby Beshro
played Paul.
Dorothée Berryman was amazing
in the role of Solange.
Sandrine Bisson, wow!
In the role of Melissa and Sarah.
Pascale Bussiéres
was incredible,
better than she was in
The Astronaut Princess!
Yan Rompré played Mike.
Mahée Paiement, better than
she was in Bach and Broccoli.
David La Haye, with
his real hair!
Nicolas Pinson.
Real Bossé, with
his real teeth.
Stéphane Verdier, Elizabeth
Yale, Shauna Bonaduce.
Little Vanel who's
still in the car...
She's still in the car, shit!
Be right back, sorry!
Vanel, get out of the car.
Take some fresh air!
Just kidding, there's
no one in the car.
Her real name's Tiffany
and she went home,
she had school today.
We're in a movie. Ha!
It was another time-lapse.
Time ... space...
space-time.
It's crazy how you
can play with that.
This was a Marc-André Lavoie
film, ladies and gentlemen.
Produced by Marc-André Lavoie and
Adrien Bodson, 2 young guys...
Good guys that we ...
They just don't make 'em
like this anymore!
Executive producer:
Pierre Brousseau.
A whole chunk of our
culture, Pierre Brousseau.
Thanks also to the technical
team behind the film.
It doesn't look like it but
this movie was shot
with technical stuff,
including a line producer,
also our artistic director,
Esther Long.
Director of photography:
Mathieu Leblanc.
Additional DOP :
Alexandre Bussiére.
First camera assistants:
Normand Mance and
Miroslav Dufresne.
Production assistant,
it's Eric Filiatreault,
one of the great young
techs we've had.
Soundman: France Poliseno,
Julia Innes and Simon Léveillé.
They took turns. They weren't
all three at the same time.
Makeup artist:
Marianne Brodeur.
Quite a story,
Marianne Brodeur.
She's a girl he
met at Subway.
She worked as a...
she made sandwiches.
And Marc-André found
her and told her:
"Fix up that actor's face!"
And she made miracles.
Assistant camera, assistant
editor: Thierry Lacombe.
Machinist: Alexis
Donati-Fiset.
Assistant designer:
Alexandre Richard.
And driver: Guillaume Falardeau.
Yes, I'm reading
names on a prompter.
It doesn't look like it, huh?
Music: Ian Kelly.
Mixing and Sound
Design : Guy Dubuisson.
Sound editing:
Alex Champagne.
We've had a really
awesome team,
on this enormous budget
of 322 dollars.
A big thanks to our
financial partners
who made this film possible
by... pitching in 322 dollars.
We've managed to ...
Go your own way, stranger.
Thanks to Telefilm
Canada obviously,
they've invested more
than one dollar on this film.
Marie-France Godbout, thank
you so much for your support.
Since Bluff, Marie-France,
that you've been helping us
and we love to be loved by you guys.
I say "we" because I count myself
part of the team... sort of...
I played in almost all of
Marc-André Lavoie's films,
except his biggest... less...
In any case, we'll
discuss this later.
Anita Damiani, Michel
Pradier. Fonds Québecor.
Serge Thibodeau
for your trust.
All your support, Serge.
You're amazing!
Julie Guénette too.
TVA, Sylvie Tremblay
and her team.
TVA's huge team. They
were at least two or three.
It was amazing all the
work they did by email.
MELS Studios, bravo!
Michel Trudel too,
one of the first
to believe in
Marc-André Lavoie.
It's not always easy nowadays,
to believe in a guy like that.
Our taxes too: Quebec and
Canada tax credits!
Thank you for crediting
us so much taxes!
We have other partners too.
But we aren't gonna thank them all.
Of course we are!
We'll thank them all!
Oh it's not over!
Stay tuned.
There's a car...
Come on you can pass!
Bring it closer... Can you hear me?
Put the mic closer.
Go ahead, you can pass.
Go go go!
We're shooting a movie here,
it doesn't look like it, does it?
No, we're not shooting a film,
we're filming the credits.
It's over, we don't give
a damn anymore.
Open the champagne...
CAA Quebec, thank you.
Thanks to the Maxime
Vanasse agency,
thanks to Alexis Vanasse,
Sonia Auger-Guimont.
Maxime again, you're...
you're amazing!
We want to thank... uh...
the talent agencies.
There were other agents
involved as well.
Nathalie Duchesne,
Micheline St-Laurent.
Thanks to Paul Bellerose,
from MELS post-production.
On the editing, we had Mathieu,
Marc-André and Adrien.
We had 3 first names!
We had Tram Nguyen
who also helped us.
Jocelyne Légaré,
Richard Baird.
Thanks to our other partners,
like Fontaine Santé.
For the Fontaine
Santé hummus!
Québecor Media.
We got help from...
Journal of Québec,
Journal of Montreal,
7 Jours, Echo Vedettes.
We love it when you
talk about us!
Geneviève Brodeur, thank you.
Nathalie Fecteau Programming,
Memoria, Alfred Dallaire.
Thank you, gracias!
Ixion Communications,
Henry Welsh.
Ferme Métayer, where we
parked all day today!
Granby Zoo, where we saw a tiger
and we got scared a little.
And I had to crawl in tiger poo.
Thanks to the Granby Zoo!
Garage N. Therrien, Nespresso,
Vega Nutrition.
Special thanks to Serge
Paquette, Ian Gélineau.
Carole Labrie,
TVA Films.
Justine Héroux, Francois
Lacombe, thank you!
Simon Beaudry, you know that I'm
thanking you right now, huh,
and you're going to like it!
Simon Beaudry,
Pascale Dubé,
Luke Bélanger, François
Arseneault-Hubert.
Christophe Danetz,
we don't say his name
often enough, I think.
Baird-Bodson family,
Lacombe family,
Dominic Bouffard,
Louis Des ... Desparois,
thank you so much!
Thanks also to the movie
theatre owners!
It doesn't look like much,
but without them, eh ...
Thanks to Walter Saalman, Carole
Couture, Jeff Comeau,
Louise Savoie, Isabelle
Proulx, Lise Arseneault,
Caroline Mégélas, Roger
Fréchette, Florence Martin,
Elisabeth Bodson
and her daughter.
Thank you. Thanks
to the audience.
You're watching this
film right now.
You come from Laval, Saint-Eustache,
Saint-Jean, Chandler,
Quebec City, Trois-Rivières,
Lévis, Brossard, Boucherville,
Sherbrooke, Magog, Val-d'Or,
Chicoutimi, Terrebonne,
Deux-Montagnes, Sainte-Therese,
Hull, Alma,
Rivière-du-Loup, Beauport,
Saint-Bruno, Granby, Lachenaie,
Drummondville, Joliette, Beloeil,
Gatineau, Saint-Nicolas
Sainte-Adèle, Shawinigan; thanks
for watching. Thank you so much!
On that note, I'm off to bed.
I'm wasted!
Hey, I've been shooting this film
every day at crazy hours.
I can't take it anymore.
It's a 42 km stroll to get home.
Have a great day everyone!
Thank you all for coming!
Good night! Waouh!
Ah, man! I forgot to
thank Les Évadés
for their help on
the campaign.
Alain Cloutier, Charles
Gagnon, we love you!
Thanks for your help with
the release of the film.
And, Yaksa! Yaksa for
our great website.
Wow! No budget!
Never again damn it!
Never again!
Maxime Vanasse, try to get me
serious movie proposals
next time!
I know I only get one every
5 years, but come on!
"It is easier to smash an atom
than a prejudice” - Albert Einstein
"BACKGROUND CHECK"
- You know, I've seen many
strange cases throughout my career,
but yours is quite something!
- I know, I made a false statement.
- A false statement?
You failed to mention
five serious incidents
which are really going
to have a huge impact
on whether or not you'll get a
verdict in your favor.
Why did you lie?
- Because you wouldn't
have believed me.
- Listen... I really want
to help you out.
But first... you'll have to start by
helping your own case a little bit.
So far, it doesn't look really
good for you on paper.
But, if you're able to clear
up a couple of things
and that your story sticks...
I... might be able to save you
from years of processes and delays.
- That would be great,
because at my age,
I haven't got any time left to lose.
- All right then.
Tell me what happened!
- It all began...
at my ex-brother-in-law's
birthday party.
- I think we're the first ones here.
- Oh no, are you kidding me?
Oh no! We're not the first!
- Don't worry,
it's going to be fine.
- What are we going to say?
- I dunno!
- I hate small talk!
- Look, just find yourself
3 or 4 basic questions, like...
- Like what?
- "Hey, did you buy a new boat?"
"Ever thought of getting a poodle?"
- OK great, what else?
- "Wow! Is that a new sofa?"
- I don't think he's got
this one in his collection.
I hope he'll like it!
- He'd better like it.
It's a 38$ bottle!
Why'd you put
a lottery ticket in there?
- Well, I picked the numbers
from his birthday.
And from his wedding anniversary...
And you know he loves money so...
I thought he'd like it...
- I hope you're not just
trying to impress him?
The bottle... the lottery ticket.
- Not at all!
- Not even a little bit?
- OK, yes, maybe just a little bit.
- Well, you know,
I'm glad that you like him.
Because all my exes,
they weren't really fond of Paul.
They thought that he didn't have a
shred of humanity.
- Well, I guess Paul is just
like your average rich asshole...
But who's still sort of likable.
- He has everything a man could want
don't you think?
- Of course not!
You're the one who's going out
with the prettiest of the 2 twins!
- Oh, yeah, you're right!
That's why I chose you honey.
- Oh, you're cute!
But I'm the one who chose you.
- Hello!
- Hey!
Wow! You guys are early... Come on in!
- So I started drinking a bit early.
But maybe it was a good thing,
because I'm not very good
with people I don't like.
But after a couple of drinks,
I get friendlier, you know.
But after a while,
even with 400$ bottles,
my stomach started
to get a little upset...
Especially since I don't have
a very high tolerance for alcohol.
So, the last thing
I remember : Blackout.
- Paul, calm down.
You're a bit drunk.
You mixed up the fours
with the twos and the fives.
And, that's fine!
You didn't win 2 million dollars!
Now, you're going to calm down
and look at the numbers again.
And I'm going to ask you
for 15 seconds of concentration.
15...15.
30... 30.
38... 38!
- Yeah?
- Guillaume, it's me.
I have a 2 million dollar
question for you.
- Go ahead.
- If I were to win at the lottery,
would I have to share with my wife?
- I already told you,
your wife has a right
to half of everything.
- Shit!
- You've won the jackpot,
you lucky son of a bitch?
Who gave you the ticket?
No one...
It's just the moron at my dealership
who forgot to fill up my new car.
So I had to stop at a gas station,
and the cashier was cute,
so I accepted her offer to buy
a lottery ticket and that's it.
- You didn't stop annoying
everyone at the office
that you were buying a Tesla.
- Yeah...
- It's an electric car...
- Yeah...
- Paul, let me tell you something
as your friend, not as your partner.
So listen to me carefully :
You have to give half the money to
the person who gave you that ticket.
- So first I have to give
half to my wife,
then half to the other dumb ass.
And you, since we're partners
and we share everything,
I also have to give you half.
And I wouldn't exist
without my parents.
So I'll give them their half too.
What am I talking about? They're
divorced! So it's one half each!
Come to think of it, maybe
I shouldn't claim the jackpot,
or I'll end up losing money!
- Add it up the way you want
but you have to share it.
- Or what?
- All your neighbors,
and your Facebook friends will think
that you're an egocentric narcissist
who only cares about money.
- Yeah... I guess I'd prefer
they didn't figure that out.
I'll call you back.
- OK.
- Go away!
- Paul? It's me, Francis!
I'm sorry, it's just that I sort
of clogged the downstairs toilet...
You wouldn't happen to have
a plunger by any chance?
- Yeah sure! Give me a minute.
- No problem.
Take your time, no rush!
- OK, Paul, you're going
to open the door...
you'll give him the plunger,
you're going to tell him :
"Francis, you're now a millionaire!"
He'll start crying like a baby.
You'll embrace him into your arms,
and everyone's going to be happy!
- Paul?
Are you all right?
- I've never been so ashamed...
- Ouch!
- Will you finally tell me,
what really happened?
- I told you! I was waiting
for Paul to get me a plunger.
Then he came out,
with his nose covered in blood
and he punched me
for no freaking reason!
- Bullshit!
I just spoke to my sister.
And she told me that Paul
showed you his new car.
You wanted to try it out,
but you were a little too drunk,
so obviously he wouldn't
let you drink and drive!
You tried to grab his keys,
he stopped you,
so you hit him in the face!
- Your brother-in-law
is freaking insane!
- That's what happened isn't it!?
- No!
- You gotta learn how
to hold your booze, buddy!
- So, if I understand
correctly, he stopped you
from driving his new car
because you were too drunk.
- I don't give a flying shit
about his cars!
He's the kind of maniac
who spends his weekends
cleaning his cars with a toothbrush.
I didn't want to have anything
to do with his cars.
Just imagine
if I borrowed one of them
and I came back with a small bug
stuck on his windshield!
He'd never let me hear
the end of it!
- On a scale of one to ten,
how much alcohol
do you usually take?
Ten being the highest.
- One.
I never drink... usually.
- And how often
do you resort to violence?
- Never! Zero.
I'm telling you,
I'm not a violent person.
Sometimes I can get carried away,
but worst case scenario...
I get carried away with my words.
- OK, keep that in mind,
we'll get back to it later.
So after your mother passed away,
you found someone to sublet
her apartment.
- Excuse me, but it's sort of weird
to go back and forth like this,
don't you think?
Is it? Is it really necessary?
- It's the way I work,
it's my method...
- OK, I get it, you're trying
to find out if I'm lying.
Because you know that when you
mix up different events together...
Skip between different
timelines and all,
a liar is more likely to get
confused in all his lies.
But I'm not a liar, I swear!
- Calm down!
I call the shots in here.
Let me do my job the way I see fit.
- You're right. Sorry...
- I'd like you to tell me
what happened
with your upstairs neighbor.
- Well, it's quite simple really :
she screwed me!
Obviously, the whole place
pis due for a bit of a makeover...
My mom lived here almost
all her life you know.
That's the bed she got
for her wedding.
- Hey, does that mean
that you were conceived here?
- Oh yeah...
Yeah... I don't really want
to think about that!
- It must have been a shock...
to lose your mother like this.
- Yeah, I guess... You're never really
ready for that.
- Yup! I'll take it.
- The place is all yours...
as soon as I clear it out.
- You know what?
There's just one little thing
that I'd like to ask you.
- Uh, OK, like what?
- I just can't believe that
you'd sublet the apartment at the
same price that your mother paid.
It's not normal that our
rent is higher than hers!
- I know, but my mom lived
there all her life...
- Exactly why you should've tried
to make a profit on the sublet.
You're really hopeless when
it comes to business!
- You know, honey, just tell
yourself that we're lucky
to have found someone to
take back the lease.
- What are we gonna do
with your mom's stuff?
- I... left her the furniture.
- For how much?
- For nothing.
- Come on, Francis! You could've at
least sold it to her...
- I wanted to be generous. OK?
That girl hasn't had it
easy in life.
You know, her Ex left her,
he had the condo in his own name,
and left her with nothing ...
- Oh, you're such a nice guy!
I think she's all alone tonight.
Why don't go join her
and cuddle with her
in your mother's bed?
- Ah, you don't get it!
- Don't you think she's cute?
- Come on honey that's not it, it's
just that... I think we're cheap!
When was the last time that
we gave money to a charity?
Or even just a buck or two
at the grocery store?
- Well, we went to a fundraising
dinner just 3 months ago.
I remember, the ticketswere so
freaking expensive,
for shitty cafeteria food.
- Uh, you know
your expensive tickets...
your boss gave them to us.
- Oh yeah that's right. I forgot...
- Excuse me, did I say
something wrong?
- No, not at all, on the contrary!
- OK, sorry.
- You seem like a generous person.
It's something rare nowadays.
But in general,
people who give a lot usually
expect something in return.
- Yeah, but that's a plan
to be disappointed isn't it?
- Hum. Tell me all about your
encounter with Daniel Couture.
Why?
- Part of my job here,
pis to dig through your past.
To make sure that you really are
the person that you claim to be.
That's my job. Do you get it?
- Yes, yes, I'm sorry sir.
- Great.
Now, tell me all
about Daniel Couture.
- Eh boy!
So I had my bat
and I was ready to strike.
I wasn't really myself,
you understand...
- OK, stop. You're going a little
too fast. Hum? Calm down.
You're gonna start over
from the beginning. OK?
- From the start? Really?
- Yeah! Just act as if I didn't know
anything from your case.
- OK...
Well, Annie had just broken up
with me. So I went to see my mom,
because it cheers me up
when I talk to my mom.
Hey mom, I can't believe
it's already been a year.
Yeah, you're... you're surprised
to see me here, huh?
Well... I took the afternoon off,
to spend it with you.
Just the two of us!
It's been so long since
we've had time to chat.
I have so much stuff to tell you!
You know, the... the food
processor you gave me?
Well, a little piece
of it just broke.
And I can't use it anymore...
And I know it's silly...
but it's almost like if there was
little a piece of you
that I lost at the same time...
Not that you're like a food
processor, but you were so...
You know, you loved to cook so much.
So I applied for a new job
last week, it's at a Zoo...
Hello!
- Hum hum.
Sorry, it's... it's because
my father's right there.
- Hey, what's the odds, huh? I mean...
Well, go... go ahead, I... I'll...
- I won't be long.
- Ah, no rush,
I have the whole afternoon!
It's all good.
- Hey there, you old piece of shit!
This is my new fiancée.
Maurice, Honeybun.
Honeybun, Maurice.
- Nice to meet you, Maurice.
Dan told me a lot of
bad stuff about you.
- Daniel? Daniel Couture?
I'm so happy to put a face
on your beard.
I mean, a face on your name.
Because I come here
all the time to see my mother,
and I always take the time
to say hi to all her neighbors.
And I usually have a quick
chat with your father.
He's a sharp man, really.
- Is your name Daniel Couture
or Dan Kelly?
- I took my mother's name.
- What are you taking about?
Your mother's a Laviolette.
It's written ... it's right there...
Hey... Calm down dude...
I didn't want to meddle...
- Look, I don't really
want to know.
Anyway I'd rather be
a Mrs. Kelly than a Mrs. Couture.
- Come on, let's get out of here.
- Hold on babe!
We have a little
father & son ritual.
- What! Are you kidding
me right now?
Ark!
Sorry, but right now you have
your cock in my mother's face!
Would it be possible to stick it
back in your pants, please?
I can't believe what you're doing!
I just can't believe it! Come on!
- Don't worry.
It's just like cat litter.
It absorbs bad smells.
- It's been 8 years since
he's passed. Let it go!
- No, he's still here!
I can still hear his God
damn voice in my head.
Every day he tells me
that I am a fucking failure.
A loser and a disappointment.
On top of that, he's
ashamed of what I do!
- Well, from what I just saw,
he's got a good reason to be.
- Are you saying that
my father's right?
- No, no, I'm just saying that there
are some things that you can't do...
like urinate in an urn.
- He thinks my father's right!
- Choose your battles.
- You bet!
You know, when I was little,
we were 12 children in the family.
So when there was
a problem, my father,
he didn't have very much
time to talk with us
and go through his emotions.
His only way of talking
to us was with his fists.
- Ah, that sucks... but the good news
is, that you're an improved version.
You're able to talk.
- Not really.
- Excuse me, madam.
- So when you came out of the
mausoleum, you took your car,
and you followed him to his house.
And then you called the police?
- Uh... more or less
- How impulsive are you usually?
- Not really,
but when it comes to my mother,
I can be a little sensitive.
- You wanted revenge?
- My mother was a saint, OK?
She's never done anything wrong.
And she spent all her
time helping out others.
So I think that she
deserves some respect.
- You didn't really go
into details earlier
when you mentioned your
break up with Annie.
So I'd like you to go over it again.
Because you know in the police
report, it's a very detailed event.
- Annie, um... she really was...
my worst heartbreak ever.
I didn't recognize myself anymore.
I'd become possessive, jealous.
But, it won't happen again.
- You bet it won't!
- Not him again!
What?
- I miss you!
- Hey, get over it! It's been
6 months. I'm with Steve now.
- We just have one
life to live, right?
- Yeah, so?
- We get ourselves
2 tickets for Vegas,
we rent a small condo
next to Celine's house,
we get married and we have children.
- Great! Now, you listen
to me very carefully, OK?
- Sure, whatever you want, honey.
- You need help!
You're sick!
- You think?
- I don't think so, I'm sure of it!
They'll give you antidepressants
or something like that.
- OK, I... I'll go to the doctor's.
But in the meantime, I wrote you a
poem. Can I read it to you?
- I don't give a shit.
- Giraffe sedative with eucalyptus.
No, I can't take that
stuff, it's too strong!
Ah, it's organic, it must be OK.
Ah... tastes like shit!
- On a scale from 1 to 10, how much
would you rate your drug use?
- Zero! I don't do drugs...
- OK.
- Never, I'm serious!
- And what about giraffe sedatives?
In which category
should I label that?
- Natural organic products?
- By the way, I can see here
that you've been seeing a shrink
ever since you were 18.
- Yeah... you know at one
point in my life, I decided
that I wasn't going to be
one of those guys who...
dump all their shit on others
and annoy everyone
with their unresolved
problems from childhood.
So whenever I feel down I'd rather
give my money to a shrink
so that I don't have to be
a downer to everyone else.
- That's very wise.
- Thanks!
- Hi?
What the fuck!?
- Naughty girl!
- Hey! What the hell are you doing?
- Come on! Snatchbook!
- Snatchbook?
- Yeah!
- Sorry, it must be the girl
upstairs... Cynthia?
Yeah...
OK, hey, I'm so sorry.
- Are you OK, honey?
- Yes, darling, everything's fine!
- OK, I'm really sorry. I...
- Yes... it's upstairs.
- OK.
- Have a good day!
- Yeah, you too, ma'am.
- What're you doing?
- Hey, check this out.
It's like a dating app just for
people who want to fuck!
- Snatchbook?
OK, uh, and what are all these red
dots around our place?
- Well, that's everyone
that's um... available.
- To fuck? Right now?
- Yeah. Less than 5 minutes away!
- Are you kidding me?
- What's the world become!
It's crazy. It's degrading!
- Yes, yes, it's really
lowering mankind
to its most primary instincts, huh...
No, really that's just
putting love aside
and reducing everything
to pure sexual contact.
No, no, no, hey,
we're not sex dolls!
- Honey...
... admit it! It turns
you on doesn't it?
- It's amazing, sweetheart!
It's like a dream come true.
You can fuck on demand!
You know, it used to be
that you'd have
to drive up to an hour and a half
to have a fling with a girl.
Don't tell me that was
good for the planet!
Nowadays, you can go
by foot... in a dressing gown.
It's fantastic!
- Yeah...
Good night honey!
- You don't think I'm right?
You're the one who's always saying
that we should get
more local products!
-Um hum.
- In any case,
one thing is for certain,
you're not someone who is
very stable in relationships.
Over the last three years,
you've been with Melissa, Julie,
Annie, Solange...
- No with Solange, it wasn't...
I've never... All I wanted
was to help her.
- Oh, you wanted to help her, sure,
but your name's
all over the police report.
And even Solange's own son is
accusing you of forcing his mother
to change her last will
in your favor.
- No! I mean, yes,
but I didn't force her.
- You didn't?
- She did it
all by herself, I swear.
Solange, are you OK?
- They stole my engine...
damn thieves!
- Your engine?
Solange... You're engine's
right there!
- That's not my engine!
Before I went to the mechanic
yesterday, I had a V8.
And when I came back I had a V6.
- Well, hum, OK, but... how is it less
efficient, I mean, your engine?
- It doesn't have any torque.
It doesn't have any power!
- So, you're saying that your
mechanic went through the trouble
of removing your old engine and
replacing it with a cheaper one?
- Precisely!
It's not everyone who paid for the
upgrade! A V8 engine is extra.
My Stephen, he worked overtime
to afford that V8.
- And did you tell your mechanic?
- Of course, I told him!
He gave me a lousy explanation.
He made it seem like I was crazy.
So, I called him a dirty thief and I
left without settling his bill.
- Solange! Get real,
no one stole your engine.
- You don't believe me?
- It's not that I don't believe you,
it's just that it isn't possible.
You know it's the same with humans,
as we get older, our
cells sort of stretch.
We get slower... you know,
huh, we're not as fast.
I guess that's not all news to you...
Well with a car's engine,
it's pretty much the same...
Your engine is just tired.
- You disappoint me Francis.
If only my Stephen was still here...
he never would've let that slide.
Take care...
- It's a V8!
God damn crooked mechanic!
- What do you want with me?
- You know what I want!
- So you believed her story?
- Well, I did some
research... on Google
and I found out that V8 models,
well, they come with V8 engines.
The V6 models come with V6
engines, and the V4...
- OK... OK I get the picture.
- Great! So perhaps now you
could try to explain how come
Solange has a V6 in her V8?
- I asked around to my guys
this morning and no one knows.
- But you've got to admit
it's a bit odd, right?
- Listen, you're not the only one
who'd like to figure out
what happened.
- Since Solange's engine
went missing
while her car was in your garage,
I just happen to have this feeling
that you're the one
who's responsible.
So we're going to try to
keep things simple, OK,
you'll just go ahead and replace
her engine with a new one.
- Are you crazy? A V8 is
worth at least 7000 bucks!
- Ha! You know its price!
- Of course I know its price, that's
my job. It doesn't mean I'm guilty.
- OK, look, personally,
I don't give a rat's ass
if Solange drives around
with a V6 in her V8.
If it were up to me,
she could strut around on a scooter
while drinking V8.
As long as she's happy,
I don't give a shit!
The only thing that pisses me off is
that crooked mechanics like you
rip off helpless people
while thinking that no
one will ever notice it.
That, truly disgusts me!
I can't live with that.
I don't sleep well at night
because of things like that.
- So you accuse me of being a crook!
While I bust my agent Sans-Secret
every day for my clients
instead of being home
with my children.
That really pisses me off!
- Very touching story.
- If you're so convinced,
then just sue me.
- Great idea! I'll sue you.
- You don't have any proof anyway.
- Uh, yes I do! I have
Solange's car as proof.
- OK, 8 o'clock tomorrow
morning, bring me her car.
- That's much better!
-Yes?
Hum hum.
Yeah, he's right here
in front of me.
OK... Very well, thanks.
We just received your lab results.
It's negative...
- Oh! Great... that's really great!
- You seem relieved.
Were you afraid
that we'd find something?
- Oh, no, no, no! I know I'm clean.
It's just nice to... make
it official, you know.
- Hum hum.
- Hey... Hey!
This is going to be
the most important apology
of your whole life!
- Winner of the two
million dollar jackpot?
- Yes! Yes!
- No no no!
- "Should I share with
my brother-in-law?"
"Don't give him a penny, keep
the money, let him rot in hell."
I think I just understood
what happened last night.
- I don't care what you understand,
and what you don't understand,
you're going to put your
ego aside for once
you're going to call him
right now to apologize!
Don't forget that you're
deeply sorry for everything.
You put some real heart into it
and then you congratulate him!
- Congratulate him?
- Yes!
- I'm the one who bought the ticket!
He's the one who should be
here kissing my ass.
Hello?
- Hi there you greedy asshole!
How are you doing this morning?
- Ah, try to put yourself
in my shoes, Francis.
I go to the washroom...
I take a look at the
lottery numbers on my phone.
And I notice that I just
won 2 million dollars, eh.
And the only thing I was wondering
while I was glaring at my ticket,
was trying to figure out
a way to make sure
that I wouldn't have to give
you a God damn penny!
After that, well, you know the rest.
- If you didn't want to share, you
didn't have to punch me in the face!
- Oh, that's because
I needed to make sure
that my friends would understand
why I wouldn't share
the jackpot with you.
- You know what? You're
fucking insane man!
- You know it's all
your fault, right?
If you hadn't given me a ticket,
I wouldn't have had to choose
between your friendship and money.
- Ark!
- That's why I'm
successful in life.
I never mix family with business.
- That's so true.
- I'm sorry I didn't
believe you before.
- I don't know if I'll be
able to continue living
knowing that we gave 2 million to
the worst asshole in the universe.
- Me neither...
My sister...
My sister, she can
make this right!
- You're wasting your time.
Your sister isn't going to help us.
- How much is it really worth,
your relationship with your sister?
Think about it.
- You know, she owes
everything to Paul.
She'll do anything to stay with him!
- She wants to play dirty?
Well, I can play dirty too!
- Fuck me!
- Guillaume?
Isn't that Paul's partner?
- Yeah.
- Hey, you know, your sister...
she's just a slut.
- I know.
But Guillaume, you know
he's... well equipped.
- What about you, did
you sleep with him too?
- Yeah...
But that was before
I was with you.
- You can't betray me like that!
We swore that we'd
never tell anyone.
It was a secret between sisters!
You want to fuck up my
marriage, is that it?
You're just jealous!
Do you want me to
tell you something?
If only you'd listened
to mom and dad
and you'd found yourself
a rich husband,
not a God damn loser
like your boyfriend.
Well, we wouldn't
be in this situation!
You really want to
fuck up my marriage?
Well tell him you
backstabbing bitch!
- Its settled...
We won't get a penny... and I never
want to see my sister again.
- When you think about
it... she may be right.
Why are you with a guy like me?
- Because I love you...
and I know that you love me.
And we don't really need
that much money to be happy, do we?
- Yes. Well, I mean,
we can live without it, but...
- I mean think about it,
we've never been as unhappy
as we've been since this morning.
- That's true.
Come to think of it, if it
hadn't been for his birthday,
I never would've bought
that lottery ticket.
- Good point!
- I love your bungalow.
-And I love
your old Volvo!
- We don't need anything else.
- That's so true!
- You know what... they
should keep the money!
They need it more than we do!
- Right on!
In the end I guess...
it's a good thing.
- It's a great thing,
because I love you honey!
- I love you too!
- The only thing that sucks, is that
you're supposed to deserve a gift.
- Holy shit... you're onto something!
What?
- "Deserve"? Is that what you said?
- Yeah...
- And they don't deserve it!
We're going to get our ticket.
- What do you mean?
- We're gonna get
our ticket back!
It's ours!
- You have 2 seconds
to apologize to my mom.
"NO!"
Sorry? I didn't hear you.
"You heard me! When I
was young, my father..."”
I know, your father hit you
and I don't give a shit!
"You're just a little skinny loser
"who used to get his ass
kicked in the schoolyard.
"And it's still the same today,
you're a God damn coward.”
You're right! But that just changed.
Sorry, I can't hear you.
Oh, you'd like to apologize,
but you can't speak anymore?
So sad!
Where is he?
He needs to apologize to my mother.
- Forget it. Dan is never
going to apologize.
You don't get it do you?
Deep inside Dan is just
an injured little boy
who needs to be loved.
- Ah, OK! That changes everything,
you could've told me before.
Silly me! Here I thought that
he was just a crazy psycho
who couldn't control
his own emotions
and who was always looking
to pick a fight!
I'm not leaving here
without an apology!
- I beg you, please!
I'm sure that you're
smarter than this!
Give me your bat.
- Mike, she knows my real name :
Daniel Couture.
- I still don't understand why
you brought her there.
- I told you, she really
wanted to meet my father.
- Your father's dead!
- Do you think
I don't fucking know that?
I'm the one who freaking killed him!
- You have 2 choices:
either you get rid of her
or you jump on a plane and you
two get the fuck out of here.
- Listen, I know that my new
identity was expensive
but I really love this girl, OK?
Tell that to the boss.
I'm going to run some errands.
I'll have a little surprise
for you when I come back.
- Well...
- Hum?
- I'd really like you to apologize
for what you did earlier.
- You're right. I'm sorry...
You never should've met my father!
- Hold on!
Thank you...
- Don't thank me.
I'm going to do what I should've
done from the start :
I'll go straight to the police.
I know that you love him,
but he's a God damn psychopath.
And he should be locked up.
He's a... Pfff! You know.
Solange, where's your car?
- I don't know...
- That fat fucking fucker!
God damn crooked ass hole!
There you have it!
Yes sir!
Yes hi, I'd like to report a
vehicle theft, please,
at 4224 Remembrance.
Yeah, and I can even describe
the suspect to you if you want.
He's currently wearing jeans
and some kind of ugly jacket.
Would you like to talk to him?
OK, so hurry up please!
It's the police,
they're on their way!
- Sure... Do you want to know
what happened here?
- No need! I know exactly
what happened.
You tried to get rid of the
evidence and you got caught!
So now you look like
a guilty dumb ass!
By the way, it's two
separate thefts!
The engine and
then the car!
So you're going to be
charged for both, big guy.
Well, I say big, but
you're not that tall.
More like a... fat gnome.
A... hairy leprechaun...
A mini Hagrid!
- Police custody.
Last night, Solange...
she got chased by a police car.
She drove through
at least two red lights
and it took a roadblock
to finally stop her.
Have a look!
- Oh, shit!
- By the way, I found the answer
to your engine problem.
When you're too cheap to buy a V8,
you just get a sticker,
it's a lot cheaper!
Anything to say about that?
- Well, I guess it's all
good. It's... it's great.
I'm sorry.
I don't know what to say...
- There's nothing to say...
- Cool, well, let's not
say anything then.
- Perfect. Bye!
- I'm going to fuck off then.
I'm just going to grab
my bike if you don't mind.
- Yeah... whatever.
- I'll just go through there.
- Who's the dumb ass now?
- Did you find my car?
- Solange, why didn't you tell me
that you'd ran away from the police?
- You didn't ask me.
You wanted to know where my car was.
I told you, I don't know.
- Solange, it's been 2 years since
you've lost your driver's licence.
It's over, now.
- If only I'd had my V8,
the cops never would've
caught up with me.
I want my car back.
- Forget it, your car's
been impounded.
- It's the last gift
that my husband gave me.
I want it back in my driveway!
- It's not happening!
- Take the money from my safe.
Bribe the police chief or whoever
you need... I want my car back.
- Sure, and who's going to drive it?
- It's been like this for a week.
I can't bare it any longer!
- Sure, why don't you just
go upstairs
and ask them to fuck quietly.
- Hello, lovebirds!
"What's up?"
- She's texting & fucking
at the same time!
- It's better than texting
and driving I guess.
"Are we making too much noise?"
A little bit.
"Is that better ?"
Much...
Much... better!
- We should've done that way sooner.
- What are we gonna do
about the bed?
"Have a good night!"
- OK, Mike, you know
that you're my best,
but right now I've got
a really big problem.
Can you tell me why your guy
was a no-show this morning?
He was supposed to bring
the passports across the border.
- I told you, I'm already on it.
It's just that my usual guy's
in the hospital right now.
- You know our clients, they
paid us a shitload of money
so that we'd help them
get away from Donald.
- I know...
Well find someone as
soon as fucking possible!
- I'm on it, don't worry.
Just give me
a little bit more time, OK?
"Cynthia : I'm at the bus
stop, come get me"”
- What are you up to?
- Just hold on one second babe.
I'll be right back.
- OK.
- You can open your eyes.
- Oh honey!
What's the occasion?
- Well, it's been a full
week since we've met.
It's the first time that
I've been with the
same girl for so long.
- And you're not tired of me?
- No, on the contrary!
I'd like to come
and live with you.
- I was hoping you'd ask!
- Huh?
- I was waiting for that!
Wait, let's celebrate
this properly.
- Hum, hum, hum!
Hello mister!
- Hi! Hello...
- Honeybun, I've
got your surprise.
Honeybun?
Come on, pick up!
Fucking bitch!
She's gone.
- Gone to heaven?
- No, she just left.
- You let her go!?
- No, no, I went
to get my Kit.
I didn't want it to get blood
and shit everywhere.
It's my house God damn it!
- OK, I'll check with
the cab dispatch
and call you back in ten.
- Good.
Watermelon!
- Good day!
Let me guess, you want a refund ?
- Not really.
Listen, sir, there's a stranger
in our neighborhood
and he's been giving
toys to young children...
and he gave this to my
6 year old yesterday.
My wife and I fear that
he may be a kidnapper
so we'd like to
know his name to...
well let's just say we'd
like to talk to him.
- Looks like we only sold
one in the last month
and it was paid
with a credit card.
But... without a warrant.
I can't really give you any
personal information.
You know, it's confidential.
- I'm sure you could make
a tiny exception in this case.
Not really, no.
Listen, I finish my
work shift in 2 minutes,
is there anything else I
could help you with?
- Sure, could I talk to
the fucking manager?
- I'm the fucking manager!
- Come on, just give a
concerned father a break.
- You're not listening,
sir, it's store policy.
It's confidential, I can't
do anything about it.
- And what if I shoved this
fucking bat up your ass?
- I can't give you his name.
But maybe I could
give you his address.
- It seems to me that before
moving into a new apartment,
You ask if you're allowed to
bring your God damn dog first.
Ah! Here it is!
It's right here on the lease.
"No pets allowed.”
- Honey, it's only temporary.
His brother's going to come and get
the dog in about a week or so.
- But why doesn't he just bring
the dog to his brother himself.
- Because he's got
a criminal record.
They won't let him cross the border
and his brother lives in the States.
- What about his girlfriend?
- Cynthia? You've seen her.
She doesn't even know how to drive!
- Well, you know what, I
think I'm going to stay at a motel
until this
whole thing is settled.
- Honey, it's OK,
I'll take care of it!
I'll take the dog
to the States myself.
- Thanks.
- Hey!
- Hello, my sweet Francis!
- Solange, what are you doing?
- I'm waiting for my Stephen.
We're going on a picnic.
- Solange, he won't be coming...
What about you?
- Your sad to let him go, huh?
- I'll miss him.
I'm just happy to know that
he'll be in good hands.
My brother is a dog-lover!
What do you think, Peanuts? You're
going to be happy in the States?
- I found this in
your jeans earlier.
You got him 2 days
ago from the pet shop.
And his name is Swirly.
What are you playing at?
- That's how I earn a living.
- Using clueless people to smuggle
fake Ids through the border?
I'm telling you, no way!
Francis, is a good guy.
- Don't worry, I've done it
dozens of times
and no one ever
got caught so...
- Great, but don't
use Francis, OK?
Find someone else.
- I don't have enough time.
This is my last time,
OK? I promise you.
- No, I can't let you do it.
- But he won't get caught.
He doesn't have a record,
he's not wanted by the cops,
and he doesn't know anything,
so... he won't look worried
when he'll get through customs.
- Sure, but what if
he gets caught?
How long will he get?
- Seven years in jail.
Well, look, we... let's
not think about that.
Think of all the refugees
that we can help instead.
There are people who are caught
in bad situations in life,
and they need a fresh start.
And we can give them
that second chance.
- OK, cut the bullshit!
How much are you making?
- You mean...
how much are we making?
It's a grand per passport.
We've got 50.
But if you really don't
want me to do it... well I won't...
- If I'm not back in 5 minutes,
call the cops.
- Sweetheart! Are you
sure that's a good idea?
- We're not losing
2 million dollars today!
- Stay calm, Francis!
Stay calm, it's nothing,
it's just 2 million.
It won't change your life.
Calm down...
Just breathe.
Be mindful!
- I got it!
- You're kidding!
How did you...?
- Her marriage is worth
more than 2 million.
- It's the...
it's the worst
and the happiest day of
my life at the same time!
- Me too!
- I don't know why, but I'm
really turned on right now!
- Me too!
- Who is it?
- It's... she has it!
- Sure, but you can
have it back, here...
we don't really need that
much money anyway.
- I heard my wife
talking to you.
She said, "Promise me that
you'll never tell my husband.”
Tell me who it is!
- Hey... I don't
want to interfere,
but I think you must've
misunderstood.
- Look here, I'm
gonna count to five.
1... 2...
- Come on, just think
about it, if you Kill us,
you'll be in
deep shit so...
-3... 4...
- It's Guillaume!
It's Guillaume.
Are you happy now?
- I knew it...
Now give me the ticket.
- I'm the one who
bought that ticket.
I can do whatever I want
with it... so fuck off!
- What the hell
did you do?
- Shit's over! No more fighting!
- You fucking dumb ass!
- No... no more fighting...
- You've got to be kidding me!
- Un-fucking-believable!
- What the hell is wrong with you?
- Calm down... it's just money!
- I can't believe this shit!
- You're such a
dumb ass loser!
- It's just 2 million...
- Two fucking millions!
- OK, you two get
the fuck out if here!
Just tell me why?
- I should've
told you earlier.
Are you mad at me?
Yes!
- Darling, I just
want you to know
that it doesn't change the
fact that you're the one I love.
Do you want a divorce?
- No.
- You're giving me
a second chance?
- Yes...
- Well, thank you.
- But I want you to
promise me that...
I swear that I'll never
see Guillaume again.
And if you want us to be even...
You can sleep with
any girl you want.
- Already done.
But you know, darling,
I just want you to know
that it doesn't change the
fact that you're the one I love.
- I love you too.
- Would you like to marry me?
And I said yes
on the spot!
- Oh yeah? Right
here in this dump?
- No, Francis.
This used to be a beautiful
field full of yellow tulips.
The water was clean,
the air was pure.
And he had... his
black Cadillac 64,
straight out of the garage.
He wore his sailor's uniform
that looked so good on him.
Everything was so perfect!
- Yeah, and I can picture you at 18,
you must've been quite a catch.
- Oh, let's say that I
made a lot of heads turn.
- And I guess that's
when you guys...
Oh no, not before the wedding
it wasn't allowed,
back then right?
- Well...
To tell you the truth.
I didn't bring you here
just for a romantic picnic.
- Thank God, because I
was beginning to wonder.
- I'm tired of being in pain.
I'm tired of waiting alone.
I'm tired of thinking
about him every day
and to live in the
past all the time.
So...
I've decided to move on.
And I'd like you to help me.
- Whatever you need, Solange.
I'm there for you.
"I leave all my
belongings to Francis..."”
- I'd like you to do
something for me?
- Sure anything you want,
but there's no need to give
me anything in return, really.
Seriously...
- Fine.
Hey, isn't that chloroform!?
- I want you to drug me and
then drown me in the river.
So that I won't feel a thing.
- OK great!
And what am I supposed
to do with the body?
- Give it to science.
- Come on, Solange! That's murder.
- Burn it then.
- Solange, I think you're
seriously depressed right now.
I've been there before, OK, and we
can get you some help.
- You think?
- Of course.
Just hang on OK?
I'll just call in sick at work,
and I'm going to take care of you.
We're going to get
through this! OK?
- You're going to miss your work?
- Sure, don't worry about it.
- I Hello?
- Hi, sir!
You know, it's me Francis.
I was supposed to have
my first day of work tonight.
We'll something's come up...
Would it be possible to find
someone to cover my shift ?
- It's a bit last minute...
- Yeah, I know that
the timing isn't great...
You know how it is with
emergencies...
You never know in advance
if you're gonna have an emergency
or not, but now it's really...
OK, great, thanks, I
really appreciate it.
I'll come in
tomorrow then.
- Not really.
- What do you mean?
- No need.
- What about next week?
- Nope.
- No need either?
OK, well, I see...
Hello? You there?
Solange?
No no no. Fuck, fuck,
fuck! What the hell?
Hey! No no no!
Solange! Open the door!
You can't do
that to me.
I just lost my job for you!
Solange!
Fuck ... Fuck.
Fuck, fuck.
Solange! It's not cool!
You can't do that to me!!!
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Solange! Listen to me carefully!
I respect suicide with dignity.
It's fine by me.
But you've just put your
will in my name.
I have my fingerprints
on your bloody knife.
So I'm in deep shit!
There are no witnesses.
We're all alone in the
middle of nowhere.
No one's going to
believe me. I'm fucked!
Answer me, you
crazy bitch!
Come on! Open
the fucking door!
Open the fucking door
before you die on me!
Come on!
I love my life!
Kitty, kitty,
kitty, kitty!
- Hello! You've reached
the voicemail of : Francis.
Please leave a message
right after the beep.
- Hi, it's me.
I thought about it and...
if you were serious
about leaving for Vegas,
I'd like to give it a try.
I love you so much!
What am I gonna
do with him?
- What's your brother's
cut on the passports?
- Nothing...
I don't have a brother.
- Good, I didn't really
want to share.
Mike!
It's the US customs!
- Fuck!
- What are you
guys doing?
- I am so sorry...
- Wait, you're leaving? But...
- Come on, Cynthia, let's go!
- What about the lease?
"US CUSTOMS"
Hello?
Hello?
- Hey, I'm trying
to reach Mike.
The dumb ass, forgot to give me
his dog's medical records,
so they won't let me bring the dog
through the border without it.
- Honey. Get back in your car
and come home right away.
- Forget it, I'm not about to
make another round trip
just to get rid of his
fucking Schnauzer.
- Come home now!
- OK.
Sure thing, will do.
Thank you!
You know, when I found
out about the passports,
I was so freaking angry...
that I went upstairs
with a crowbar.
And I hit as hard as I
could on my mother's bed.
- What about the dog?
- I decided to adopt him.
- I guess that's one
of the reasons
why it didn't end
well with Julie?
- Oh, no, no, she...
she actually met someone else,
on that fucking app
of her's, Snatchbook.
- OK, now I understand.
So after being humiliated
by an unfaithful woman,
you decided to
have your revenge.
So, after getting a new urn,
you had the good idea
to bring Daniel Couture's
fiancée, to your place.
- Oh no, I didn't invite her!
She's the one who wanted it.
- She wanted what?
- So it goes
So life goes
So life goes
- And again.
- So it goes,
life goes
So life goes
So life goes
So it goes
Hey, you're really good!
- Not at all, you're so much better.
I'm not a really good singer.
- You're very good.
- Hey, thanks for spending
some time with me... It was nice.
You really put some sunshine
back on this really shitty day.
And I also wanted to
thank you... for the urn.
- Yeah it's pretty isn't it?
Well, it's a ... it's a gift
from Dan and me.
- Well it's very nice of you. Very...
- You know that's actually,
the urn that I wanted to buy
when my mother died ...
It was too expensive... so
I bought an ugly one.
But she would've liked that one...
- Yeah, that one's very nice.
- Really.
So I'd really appreciate it
if Dan could apologize.
So that I wouldn't need to
report him to the police.
I'd really feel bad if I
had to go to the cops
after all the gifts you got me.
- Yeah.
Listen, I... I don't
want to hurt you,
but Dan, is never
going to apologize.
And you're not going the police.
How come?
- Well, because you're going
to pass out any second now.
- Ah, did you drug my
coffee or something?
- What are you fucking doing here?
- Oh no, I gave you
my own address!
I had this feeling I'd seen
your face somewhere before.
You've been on the most wanted
list for a while, Mr. Couture!
- Wow, you're just asking for
a bullet in your head are you?
- Oh... I called the cops on you!
Oh! That's me...
Pff... Sorry.
Hey, have
a nice day!
- I won't tell you
my whole story...
but before I met Dan,
I was on the street.
He saved my life.
So I feel like I owe him.
Now because of you, I know
that he's wanted by the cops,
but I love him and I
don't want to lose him.
So when he's in trouble
like this shit we're in now...
Well, let's just say
I owe him one.
But you... you just
couldn't let it go!
"MOMMY"
But now you're going
to let it go for good!
Have a nice trip!
- Francis, I have to
tell you a secret.
I'm pregnant.
- Wait, you got pregnant
with... Steve?
- Not really... I just wanted
to see how he'd react...
To see if he really
wanted to have a child.
But he didn't take it well
and he told me that
he'd leave me if I
didn't get an abortion.
- Wait, OK, so just to be clear,
you guys had a fight
because you didn't want
to get an abortion
from your fake pregnancy,
and you didn't tell him the truth
so he left you.
Is that it?
You ironed Steve?
No, OK, uh ...
He... where's Steve now?
- In the trunk of my car.
- Sorry, I don't like to curse
but it has to come out.
You're one God damn crazy bitch!
- No, but the good news
is that he's still alive.
- Ah, OK, great!
- But he wouldn't
stop ranting about
how he was going to put
his best lawyers on my ass
and sue me for
attempted murder.
- Well I hate to break it to ya
but you're in deep shit!
- Don't worry, I have a plan
to make sure that we can both get
out of this mess.
- Uh... both of us?
- It's quite simple,
you and I, we're in love,
we never left each other.
You got me pregnant...
And we'll say that Steve
has been following me
like a God damn stalker
for the last 6 months.
We'll say that he was
sexually harassing me,
that he followed me
here at the zoo
and that you had to
come to my rescue.
- With an steam iron?
- Yes.
- OK great!
Great plan.
OK, first... give me your
car keys babe.
Now, you're going to go
wait in my office right now
and you'll stay there, OK?
I'm going to take care of Steve
and I'm going to call the cops.
And you'll have to answer for
what you've done to him, OK?
- I beg you, I came here
because I needed your help.
- No, you came here to use me
like you always do.
But it's not working
this time.
Look, you shouldn't have come here,
because now I'm a witness.
And do you know what a witness does?
It testifies about what it saw.
And what did I see? I saw that
you're nothing but a lying bitch.
- You told me this was
to protect me from assholes.
Well, thanks!
- What a story!
- But I think it all
happened for a reason.
Because, you know...
when I was an inch away
from becoming pet food,
I realized that...
I only had one regret in life.
And now... I'm lucky enough
to have a second chance.
And that's why I'm here.
- Now it's my turn
to tell you the truth.
Your request has already
been denied by our committee.
But I still wanted to
meet you in person.
Listen... you don't have
to be ashamed of
what happened to
you, on the contrary.
I think it makes
you... a better man.
You know what?
I'm going to approve
your adoption request.
- Really?
- Absolutely.
- I was raised
by a single dad.
And I still had a
great childhood.
My father always told me...
It's better to raise a child alone
than to stay in a bad relationship.
- So... I'm going to be a father?
- Yes. And an excellent
one if I might add.
Thank you so much!
I... I can't believe it.
It's like the best gift
that... life could give me.
I guarantee that
I'll be worthy
of the trust that
you place in me.
I swear!
- I don't doubt it
for a second.
Here... Sign there.
- It's such a beautiful
name : Vanel.
She's so cute, isn't she?
- Very much.
Well, congratulations!
Can I ask you a personal question?
- Yeah, sure.
- Honestly, how does it feel
to win two million dollars?
- Well it hurts!
Because my ticket, it
was like all shriveled
deep underneath the
edge of my tongue.
Where you can't really
reach it you see...
And I couldn't really
remove it from there.
So at Loto-Québec,
they used tweezers to
remove the ticket
and they hit one of my nerves so
that hurt like hell!
- And did you share it?
- What do you think?
- You can call me Jack.
- Ah, delighted!
My name is Francis... Oh, yeah,
sorry, you already knew that.
- It was a pleasure.
We'll see each other next week
to finalize everything.
Uh, and one last thing.
Maybe think twice
before you give a Taser
to your new girlfriend.
- Ha! You bet!
Never again!
We have to learn from
our mistakes, huh.
- What are you still doing here?
We're done! The movie's over.
It's time for the end credits.
So, I'm Emmanuel Bilodeau,
I was playing the part of Francis.
For those who didn't recognize
me with my beard...
Bobby Beshro
played Paul.
Dorothée Berryman was amazing
in the role of Solange.
Sandrine Bisson, wow!
In the role of Melissa and Sarah.
Pascale Bussiéres
was incredible,
better than she was in
The Astronaut Princess!
Yan Rompré played Mike.
Mahée Paiement, better than
she was in Bach and Broccoli.
David La Haye, with
his real hair!
Nicolas Pinson.
Real Bossé, with
his real teeth.
Stéphane Verdier, Elizabeth
Yale, Shauna Bonaduce.
Little Vanel who's
still in the car...
She's still in the car, shit!
Be right back, sorry!
Vanel, get out of the car.
Take some fresh air!
Just kidding, there's
no one in the car.
Her real name's Tiffany
and she went home,
she had school today.
We're in a movie. Ha!
It was another time-lapse.
Time ... space...
space-time.
It's crazy how you
can play with that.
This was a Marc-André Lavoie
film, ladies and gentlemen.
Produced by Marc-André Lavoie and
Adrien Bodson, 2 young guys...
Good guys that we ...
They just don't make 'em
like this anymore!
Executive producer:
Pierre Brousseau.
A whole chunk of our
culture, Pierre Brousseau.
Thanks also to the technical
team behind the film.
It doesn't look like it but
this movie was shot
with technical stuff,
including a line producer,
also our artistic director,
Esther Long.
Director of photography:
Mathieu Leblanc.
Additional DOP :
Alexandre Bussiére.
First camera assistants:
Normand Mance and
Miroslav Dufresne.
Production assistant,
it's Eric Filiatreault,
one of the great young
techs we've had.
Soundman: France Poliseno,
Julia Innes and Simon Léveillé.
They took turns. They weren't
all three at the same time.
Makeup artist:
Marianne Brodeur.
Quite a story,
Marianne Brodeur.
She's a girl he
met at Subway.
She worked as a...
she made sandwiches.
And Marc-André found
her and told her:
"Fix up that actor's face!"
And she made miracles.
Assistant camera, assistant
editor: Thierry Lacombe.
Machinist: Alexis
Donati-Fiset.
Assistant designer:
Alexandre Richard.
And driver: Guillaume Falardeau.
Yes, I'm reading
names on a prompter.
It doesn't look like it, huh?
Music: Ian Kelly.
Mixing and Sound
Design : Guy Dubuisson.
Sound editing:
Alex Champagne.
We've had a really
awesome team,
on this enormous budget
of 322 dollars.
A big thanks to our
financial partners
who made this film possible
by... pitching in 322 dollars.
We've managed to ...
Go your own way, stranger.
Thanks to Telefilm
Canada obviously,
they've invested more
than one dollar on this film.
Marie-France Godbout, thank
you so much for your support.
Since Bluff, Marie-France,
that you've been helping us
and we love to be loved by you guys.
I say "we" because I count myself
part of the team... sort of...
I played in almost all of
Marc-André Lavoie's films,
except his biggest... less...
In any case, we'll
discuss this later.
Anita Damiani, Michel
Pradier. Fonds Québecor.
Serge Thibodeau
for your trust.
All your support, Serge.
You're amazing!
Julie Guénette too.
TVA, Sylvie Tremblay
and her team.
TVA's huge team. They
were at least two or three.
It was amazing all the
work they did by email.
MELS Studios, bravo!
Michel Trudel too,
one of the first
to believe in
Marc-André Lavoie.
It's not always easy nowadays,
to believe in a guy like that.
Our taxes too: Quebec and
Canada tax credits!
Thank you for crediting
us so much taxes!
We have other partners too.
But we aren't gonna thank them all.
Of course we are!
We'll thank them all!
Oh it's not over!
Stay tuned.
There's a car...
Come on you can pass!
Bring it closer... Can you hear me?
Put the mic closer.
Go ahead, you can pass.
Go go go!
We're shooting a movie here,
it doesn't look like it, does it?
No, we're not shooting a film,
we're filming the credits.
It's over, we don't give
a damn anymore.
Open the champagne...
CAA Quebec, thank you.
Thanks to the Maxime
Vanasse agency,
thanks to Alexis Vanasse,
Sonia Auger-Guimont.
Maxime again, you're...
you're amazing!
We want to thank... uh...
the talent agencies.
There were other agents
involved as well.
Nathalie Duchesne,
Micheline St-Laurent.
Thanks to Paul Bellerose,
from MELS post-production.
On the editing, we had Mathieu,
Marc-André and Adrien.
We had 3 first names!
We had Tram Nguyen
who also helped us.
Jocelyne Légaré,
Richard Baird.
Thanks to our other partners,
like Fontaine Santé.
For the Fontaine
Santé hummus!
Québecor Media.
We got help from...
Journal of Québec,
Journal of Montreal,
7 Jours, Echo Vedettes.
We love it when you
talk about us!
Geneviève Brodeur, thank you.
Nathalie Fecteau Programming,
Memoria, Alfred Dallaire.
Thank you, gracias!
Ixion Communications,
Henry Welsh.
Ferme Métayer, where we
parked all day today!
Granby Zoo, where we saw a tiger
and we got scared a little.
And I had to crawl in tiger poo.
Thanks to the Granby Zoo!
Garage N. Therrien, Nespresso,
Vega Nutrition.
Special thanks to Serge
Paquette, Ian Gélineau.
Carole Labrie,
TVA Films.
Justine Héroux, Francois
Lacombe, thank you!
Simon Beaudry, you know that I'm
thanking you right now, huh,
and you're going to like it!
Simon Beaudry,
Pascale Dubé,
Luke Bélanger, François
Arseneault-Hubert.
Christophe Danetz,
we don't say his name
often enough, I think.
Baird-Bodson family,
Lacombe family,
Dominic Bouffard,
Louis Des ... Desparois,
thank you so much!
Thanks also to the movie
theatre owners!
It doesn't look like much,
but without them, eh ...
Thanks to Walter Saalman, Carole
Couture, Jeff Comeau,
Louise Savoie, Isabelle
Proulx, Lise Arseneault,
Caroline Mégélas, Roger
Fréchette, Florence Martin,
Elisabeth Bodson
and her daughter.
Thank you. Thanks
to the audience.
You're watching this
film right now.
You come from Laval, Saint-Eustache,
Saint-Jean, Chandler,
Quebec City, Trois-Rivières,
Lévis, Brossard, Boucherville,
Sherbrooke, Magog, Val-d'Or,
Chicoutimi, Terrebonne,
Deux-Montagnes, Sainte-Therese,
Hull, Alma,
Rivière-du-Loup, Beauport,
Saint-Bruno, Granby, Lachenaie,
Drummondville, Joliette, Beloeil,
Gatineau, Saint-Nicolas
Sainte-Adèle, Shawinigan; thanks
for watching. Thank you so much!
On that note, I'm off to bed.
I'm wasted!
Hey, I've been shooting this film
every day at crazy hours.
I can't take it anymore.
It's a 42 km stroll to get home.
Have a great day everyone!
Thank you all for coming!
Good night! Waouh!
Ah, man! I forgot to
thank Les Évadés
for their help on
the campaign.
Alain Cloutier, Charles
Gagnon, we love you!
Thanks for your help with
the release of the film.
And, Yaksa! Yaksa for
our great website.
Wow! No budget!
Never again damn it!
Never again!
Maxime Vanasse, try to get me
serious movie proposals
next time!
I know I only get one every
5 years, but come on!