Boomerang (2015–2019): Season 1, Episode 5 - Les Chiens Font Pas Des Chats - full transcript
What're you up to today,
mother-in-law?
More importantly,
what are you doing?
Job-hunting, maybe?
It'd be nice
if someone went shopping.
Someone with nothing else to do.
Don't throw it out!
It's 2 days out of date.
Best before dates
are like amber traffic lights.
If you hurry, you're OK.
- That was in the bin!
- It's still good.
I can't stand waste.
Bins are better fed
than 60% of Montrealers.
Don't ask why
so many people go through
shop and restaurant bins.
At our restaurant,
we had Claudio,
the waste man.
He did all his shopping
by going through the bins.
Regional cuisine,
garbage cuisine,
I've seen it all!
Out the way.
Clear it up.
Sorry. Yes, sir!
Waste.
I can't bear it.
Where d'you think
you're going?
We're off to play 18 holes
and discuss...
My future.
We'll discuss my future.
No. Yesterday,
you promised me
you'd finish painting the office.
Your furniture and boxes
have been in my office
for 6 months now!
- We'll do it when we get back.
- No!
We're discussing my future!
Help your father, then!
Discuss your future
while you paint.
It takes 2 hours
to paint it all!
We'll do it after golf.
No! No!
2 hours, that's good:
after the painting,
you could go shopping.
We only have
capers and peanut butter.
Come with me.
Look how fine the weather is.
- It's too good for painting!
- Yes.
We have all weekend to do that.
For 6 months
you've found 1,000 reasons
not to do it.
Want to help her find herself?
Set an example!
Teach her to finish
what she starts.
"Finish
"what I start"?!
Look, Karine,
you know I love you.
But your CV's 48 pages long,
divided into 3 volumes,
including a section
on uni courses you started.
- It's not that bad!
- Your mum's saying
you're indecisive,
you struggle to finish things.
You did 1,000 courses
without finishing 1!
A bit thinly spread.
I haven't spread myself too thin,
I'm eclectic!
I'm not indecisive,
I'm multi-skilled.
50-odd vehicles,
turnover of 9 million.
Wow!
They're coming at 5.
I'll charm 'em. They'll sign.
Very good.
Patrick.
Richard.
You enjoy washing up. Great!
Your tie's too tight:
air's not reaching your brain.
The contract's ready.
Think of something nice:
wine, sushi...
MY PA will buy some nice trays.
No, no, no!
You can't serve supermarket sushi!
If you want,
I can make
some elegant hors-d'œuvres:
to hook them.
This is a big contract
and I want it.
I won Kitchen Stars.
Gino Chouinard
visited my restaurant
on his show.
The place that went bust?
I appreciate
what you've done for Karine and me.
Let me do something for you.
OK, then.
You won't regret it.
Buy what you need.
Hang on!
We're paying for the favour
he's doing us?
No, of course not...
Monique, keep it.
It's my shout.
You won't be late?
It's at 5pm.
Leave it to the pro.
No need to thank me.
Just seeing
the lovely smile on your face
is all the gratitude
I need.
Don't touch me.
We'll be done by midday.
It'd be great
if we knocked that wall down.
A reading corner, bookshelves...
Ah yes...
- Yes.
- A double room.
See, when it's open:
nice space for a reading corner,
with nice cushions.
Have a long bench seat
you can open and put things in,
some alcoves here
and some nice bookshelves.
I could put my sound system here
so I can listen to my music.
Now's the time.
Put it in before we paint.
I'll call Sylvain.
I wanted to turn my office
into a smart room
you can control with your phone:
the lights...
Fuck, fuck, fuck...
- Hi, man.
- Hi.
I might be in the shit.
Sylvain?
- Yes?
- Yes. OK.
I thought
you were just painting.
We're turning my office
into a smart room.
Monique'll find it "smart".
Home automation is in.
I'll show you the model I found.
It'll be cool.
Oh, my god!
Oh no! The carpet!
Oh, my God!
Oh dear...
Don't worry. I hate that carpet.
It's full of mites.
We'd better rip it out
before we paint.
- Wooden floorboards?
- No, plywood.
- Not good.
- The in-thing
is grey maple.
- Really?
- Yes.
- Is it dear?
- I dunno.
Go to the DIY shop, Pat.
I've got canapés to make.
I need your keys, Sylvain.
Thanks.
Alright, good luck!
Let's rip out the carpet.
- Start by...
- Ripping everything out.
- Provolone?
- Check.
Good. Basil?
What type?
I'll take 'em all.
Fennel?
Triple check.
And cherry tomatoes.
How many?
Great. I can't believe it.
All that from bins?
You should see what folk chuck.
Your lucky day.
- A lovely box of macaroons.
- Alright! Thanks, Claudio.
You're a saviour.
OK. I'd better get going.
I'll install a control for you.
You'll be able to control it all
from your iPhone.
You can be in your car
and turn the house heating on.
Really?
I'll have to buy a new mobile.
Excuse me.
It's work. I'd better take it.
Sylvain Lafleur.
- Ever put a floor in?
- No.
- No?
- No.
Mum will kill you!
- I'll say it was your idea.
- No.
We've read your dossier.
We can make you a tempting offer.
We have access to products...
I told you he'd be late.
- I arranged backup.
- Yes.
We're not attached
to a specific insurer,
so we can access
all insurance...
...varied.
- Evening, gents.
- Mrs Bernier.
- Evening.
- Richard.
- Patrick.
I hope you're hungry.
I'll just move this.
Here we go. To start,
radish, cucumber and fennel salad
with a tangy dressing,
blinis, goats' cheese
and prosciutto, melon.
And some tomato and broccoli bites.
I recognise your face.
Have we met?
I don't think so.
As I was saying,
we've negotiated a special...
I know...
- You were on Kitchen Stars.
- Yes.
That's me.
I'll get the rest?
Good idea!
Can I do a photo?
Maybe we can...
- Mrs Bernier, is it...
- Yes.
Yes, of course. OK.
With pleasure.
Cool! When I tell my girl,
she'll go crazy.
Cheers, guys.
- Thanks.
- Enjoy the food.
I've got more to bring out.
OK for you, Ricky?
Yes.
He's great.
- You were saying?
- Yes.
- So, what was I saying?
- I was talking.
OK, thanks.
He'll do the floor
for 20 dollars an hour.
He did the floors in our restaurant.
Yeah?
What time's he here?
In a month.
You're in deep trouble.
Your mother was right
when she said
we should both be on Ritalin.
I gotta get back to the gym.
But there's holes
all over!
My receptionist resigned
without warning.
I must find someone.
What you doing tomorrow?
I can help you out.
It's not as if I'm doing anything.
- What about the wiring?
- See you tomorrow at 6.30am. OK?
My wiring...
Great success.
Your mum's so happy
and Richard's so vexed.
I'm so pleased for you,
but was it a good idea
doing a luxury buffet?
We're skint.
It cost nothing.
I called Claudio.
All the food's from bins.
All of it!
Cool.
- I beg your pardon?
- I'll call you back.
OK?
If you still want
to be able to have kids,
tell me you didn't make
the canapés from binned food.
Monique, as I told you earlier,
best before dates are just...
Monique, come on!
Don't get upset.
Monique, everyone loves my canapés.
Don't panic. Eh?
- Right...
- What was in those?
Only the finest ingredients.
Why?
Are you alright?
Patrick, bring Mr Dupré some water.
Let's discuss the contract.
As regards public liability,
you're covered in case of error,
omission, negligence...
- Oh shit!
- Oh fuck!
Here's the water.
Shit, he's not well!
He poisoned them!
He poisoned our clients!
My food didn't cause this!
You OK, Mr Dupré?
We shouldn't have trusted him!
Richard, shut up!
Call an ambulance!
Mr Dupré, it's going to be OK.
What're you doing?
You feed him rat
then you pick his pockets!
- No, Patrick!
- I've got it!
It's OK, Mr Dupré.
It'll be OK.
Richard, is the ambulance coming?
Or we'll take him ourselves!
You saved his life.
I'm allergic to wasp stings.
I've been doing this
since I was 5.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Stay with us. We're here.
See?
At least I've got a job.
Receptionist at a gym.
1 dollar more than minimum wage.
So... hooray!
I've got a job.
Nothing to say?
Well done, Karine.
You have a job.
Don't be too enthusiastic.
- You shock me sometimes.
- What?
You shock me.
Is that it?!
Receptionist at a gym?
A dirty towels attendant?
Answering the phone?
- It's a stopgap!
- Stopgap... Karine!
You're 34 years old.
Sorry,
but if you want to do
what you love in life,
then get on with it.
I'm a chip off the old block.
Forget all that!
You're a brilliant girl,
you have such a big heart.
You're much more sophisticated
than you make out.
And you have tons of energy.
But you get discouraged
at the 1st obstacle you meet.
When Patrick got into trouble
with the restaurant,
you moved heaven and earth
to help him.
You never gave up
until you hit a brick wall.
Why can't you give the same energy
when it's about you?
Because... it's not that simple.
You want it to be "simple"?
What do you want, Karine?
That's the question.
The only one.
I can't have what I want.
I thought you might find
a reason to drop this,
but not so quickly.
I'll say,
but you won't like it.
Ah, OK. Try me.
Well...
Even if all my food
had come from a shop,
he'd still have had that reaction:
he's allergic.
It's your job as a chef
to ask about that!
Er... no. It's not my job
to ask about it.
You think
we ask everyone at every table
who's allergic to what?
- Don't dare...
- But for your information,
I asked your assistant
to ask that question.
Dupré's allergic to seafood:
there's none in my canapés.
Then your face caused
his anaphylactic shock!
Enough, guys!
What?
Rummaging through bins again,
is he?!
What?
"Nam pla"!
Here, "nam pla"!
Sorry,
I don't understand morons.
There's nam pla
in the nibbles you bought.
Right here!!
Who's the moron now?!
So what?
Richard, nam pla is Thai fish sauce.
Perhaps "I'm sorry, Pat"
might be in order.
Pigs will fly before...
- Richard.
- Richard...
I'm not asking you
to kneel before me.
I'm listening.
- We have to take risks.
- Exactly.
To dare.
Hey, Mum!
Why?
Look, the plan changed
as we went along.
Yes. It's going to be
a big, multifunctional smart room.
"A big smart room"
that I'll control
from my iPhone.
All the wiring will be in the walls.
- Yes. It's...
- Eventually.
We've worked really hard.
Look at it.
We've opened it right up.
Is this...
all you've done the entire day?
Ah no. Not just this.
No. We made some big decisions.
Really big.
"Really big".
Bigger than this?
Oh yes.
Dad helped me see the light.
I've decided what I'm gonna do.
- No?
- Yep.
I'm going back
to university!
No?
Wow! What great news!
Yes!
- Alright!
- Oh, my God! I'm so happy!
Yes, ma'am!
Our daughter's going to university!
You'll kick ass!
The solution was so obvious.
It was obvious,
but Dad made me see it
when he said:
"To have what you want in life,
"you have to know
"what you want."
It's "knowledge".
Spot on, father-in-law!
That was the trigger.
- "University"?
- Yes.
Fine.
Oh, my God!
I hope I won't be too old.
Never. Let's do it!
Doing what?
Eh?
What will you study?
What department,
what course, what qualification?
I haven't decided yet.
One thing at a time.
Let's take it a day at a time, eh?
But you're going to university.
Karine rules!
I was like... "That's it!"
Karine! Karine!
Karine! Karine!
I'm the only adult here.
I'm so lonely...
I know someone
who needs a group hug!
No! Patrick!
Group hug!
Look, it's not complicated,
you're a groper.
Understand?
You like feeling people up.
You probably come from
a family of touchy-feely gropers.
I hate that.
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mother-in-law?
More importantly,
what are you doing?
Job-hunting, maybe?
It'd be nice
if someone went shopping.
Someone with nothing else to do.
Don't throw it out!
It's 2 days out of date.
Best before dates
are like amber traffic lights.
If you hurry, you're OK.
- That was in the bin!
- It's still good.
I can't stand waste.
Bins are better fed
than 60% of Montrealers.
Don't ask why
so many people go through
shop and restaurant bins.
At our restaurant,
we had Claudio,
the waste man.
He did all his shopping
by going through the bins.
Regional cuisine,
garbage cuisine,
I've seen it all!
Out the way.
Clear it up.
Sorry. Yes, sir!
Waste.
I can't bear it.
Where d'you think
you're going?
We're off to play 18 holes
and discuss...
My future.
We'll discuss my future.
No. Yesterday,
you promised me
you'd finish painting the office.
Your furniture and boxes
have been in my office
for 6 months now!
- We'll do it when we get back.
- No!
We're discussing my future!
Help your father, then!
Discuss your future
while you paint.
It takes 2 hours
to paint it all!
We'll do it after golf.
No! No!
2 hours, that's good:
after the painting,
you could go shopping.
We only have
capers and peanut butter.
Come with me.
Look how fine the weather is.
- It's too good for painting!
- Yes.
We have all weekend to do that.
For 6 months
you've found 1,000 reasons
not to do it.
Want to help her find herself?
Set an example!
Teach her to finish
what she starts.
"Finish
"what I start"?!
Look, Karine,
you know I love you.
But your CV's 48 pages long,
divided into 3 volumes,
including a section
on uni courses you started.
- It's not that bad!
- Your mum's saying
you're indecisive,
you struggle to finish things.
You did 1,000 courses
without finishing 1!
A bit thinly spread.
I haven't spread myself too thin,
I'm eclectic!
I'm not indecisive,
I'm multi-skilled.
50-odd vehicles,
turnover of 9 million.
Wow!
They're coming at 5.
I'll charm 'em. They'll sign.
Very good.
Patrick.
Richard.
You enjoy washing up. Great!
Your tie's too tight:
air's not reaching your brain.
The contract's ready.
Think of something nice:
wine, sushi...
MY PA will buy some nice trays.
No, no, no!
You can't serve supermarket sushi!
If you want,
I can make
some elegant hors-d'œuvres:
to hook them.
This is a big contract
and I want it.
I won Kitchen Stars.
Gino Chouinard
visited my restaurant
on his show.
The place that went bust?
I appreciate
what you've done for Karine and me.
Let me do something for you.
OK, then.
You won't regret it.
Buy what you need.
Hang on!
We're paying for the favour
he's doing us?
No, of course not...
Monique, keep it.
It's my shout.
You won't be late?
It's at 5pm.
Leave it to the pro.
No need to thank me.
Just seeing
the lovely smile on your face
is all the gratitude
I need.
Don't touch me.
We'll be done by midday.
It'd be great
if we knocked that wall down.
A reading corner, bookshelves...
Ah yes...
- Yes.
- A double room.
See, when it's open:
nice space for a reading corner,
with nice cushions.
Have a long bench seat
you can open and put things in,
some alcoves here
and some nice bookshelves.
I could put my sound system here
so I can listen to my music.
Now's the time.
Put it in before we paint.
I'll call Sylvain.
I wanted to turn my office
into a smart room
you can control with your phone:
the lights...
Fuck, fuck, fuck...
- Hi, man.
- Hi.
I might be in the shit.
Sylvain?
- Yes?
- Yes. OK.
I thought
you were just painting.
We're turning my office
into a smart room.
Monique'll find it "smart".
Home automation is in.
I'll show you the model I found.
It'll be cool.
Oh, my god!
Oh no! The carpet!
Oh, my God!
Oh dear...
Don't worry. I hate that carpet.
It's full of mites.
We'd better rip it out
before we paint.
- Wooden floorboards?
- No, plywood.
- Not good.
- The in-thing
is grey maple.
- Really?
- Yes.
- Is it dear?
- I dunno.
Go to the DIY shop, Pat.
I've got canapés to make.
I need your keys, Sylvain.
Thanks.
Alright, good luck!
Let's rip out the carpet.
- Start by...
- Ripping everything out.
- Provolone?
- Check.
Good. Basil?
What type?
I'll take 'em all.
Fennel?
Triple check.
And cherry tomatoes.
How many?
Great. I can't believe it.
All that from bins?
You should see what folk chuck.
Your lucky day.
- A lovely box of macaroons.
- Alright! Thanks, Claudio.
You're a saviour.
OK. I'd better get going.
I'll install a control for you.
You'll be able to control it all
from your iPhone.
You can be in your car
and turn the house heating on.
Really?
I'll have to buy a new mobile.
Excuse me.
It's work. I'd better take it.
Sylvain Lafleur.
- Ever put a floor in?
- No.
- No?
- No.
Mum will kill you!
- I'll say it was your idea.
- No.
We've read your dossier.
We can make you a tempting offer.
We have access to products...
I told you he'd be late.
- I arranged backup.
- Yes.
We're not attached
to a specific insurer,
so we can access
all insurance...
...varied.
- Evening, gents.
- Mrs Bernier.
- Evening.
- Richard.
- Patrick.
I hope you're hungry.
I'll just move this.
Here we go. To start,
radish, cucumber and fennel salad
with a tangy dressing,
blinis, goats' cheese
and prosciutto, melon.
And some tomato and broccoli bites.
I recognise your face.
Have we met?
I don't think so.
As I was saying,
we've negotiated a special...
I know...
- You were on Kitchen Stars.
- Yes.
That's me.
I'll get the rest?
Good idea!
Can I do a photo?
Maybe we can...
- Mrs Bernier, is it...
- Yes.
Yes, of course. OK.
With pleasure.
Cool! When I tell my girl,
she'll go crazy.
Cheers, guys.
- Thanks.
- Enjoy the food.
I've got more to bring out.
OK for you, Ricky?
Yes.
He's great.
- You were saying?
- Yes.
- So, what was I saying?
- I was talking.
OK, thanks.
He'll do the floor
for 20 dollars an hour.
He did the floors in our restaurant.
Yeah?
What time's he here?
In a month.
You're in deep trouble.
Your mother was right
when she said
we should both be on Ritalin.
I gotta get back to the gym.
But there's holes
all over!
My receptionist resigned
without warning.
I must find someone.
What you doing tomorrow?
I can help you out.
It's not as if I'm doing anything.
- What about the wiring?
- See you tomorrow at 6.30am. OK?
My wiring...
Great success.
Your mum's so happy
and Richard's so vexed.
I'm so pleased for you,
but was it a good idea
doing a luxury buffet?
We're skint.
It cost nothing.
I called Claudio.
All the food's from bins.
All of it!
Cool.
- I beg your pardon?
- I'll call you back.
OK?
If you still want
to be able to have kids,
tell me you didn't make
the canapés from binned food.
Monique, as I told you earlier,
best before dates are just...
Monique, come on!
Don't get upset.
Monique, everyone loves my canapés.
Don't panic. Eh?
- Right...
- What was in those?
Only the finest ingredients.
Why?
Are you alright?
Patrick, bring Mr Dupré some water.
Let's discuss the contract.
As regards public liability,
you're covered in case of error,
omission, negligence...
- Oh shit!
- Oh fuck!
Here's the water.
Shit, he's not well!
He poisoned them!
He poisoned our clients!
My food didn't cause this!
You OK, Mr Dupré?
We shouldn't have trusted him!
Richard, shut up!
Call an ambulance!
Mr Dupré, it's going to be OK.
What're you doing?
You feed him rat
then you pick his pockets!
- No, Patrick!
- I've got it!
It's OK, Mr Dupré.
It'll be OK.
Richard, is the ambulance coming?
Or we'll take him ourselves!
You saved his life.
I'm allergic to wasp stings.
I've been doing this
since I was 5.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Stay with us. We're here.
See?
At least I've got a job.
Receptionist at a gym.
1 dollar more than minimum wage.
So... hooray!
I've got a job.
Nothing to say?
Well done, Karine.
You have a job.
Don't be too enthusiastic.
- You shock me sometimes.
- What?
You shock me.
Is that it?!
Receptionist at a gym?
A dirty towels attendant?
Answering the phone?
- It's a stopgap!
- Stopgap... Karine!
You're 34 years old.
Sorry,
but if you want to do
what you love in life,
then get on with it.
I'm a chip off the old block.
Forget all that!
You're a brilliant girl,
you have such a big heart.
You're much more sophisticated
than you make out.
And you have tons of energy.
But you get discouraged
at the 1st obstacle you meet.
When Patrick got into trouble
with the restaurant,
you moved heaven and earth
to help him.
You never gave up
until you hit a brick wall.
Why can't you give the same energy
when it's about you?
Because... it's not that simple.
You want it to be "simple"?
What do you want, Karine?
That's the question.
The only one.
I can't have what I want.
I thought you might find
a reason to drop this,
but not so quickly.
I'll say,
but you won't like it.
Ah, OK. Try me.
Well...
Even if all my food
had come from a shop,
he'd still have had that reaction:
he's allergic.
It's your job as a chef
to ask about that!
Er... no. It's not my job
to ask about it.
You think
we ask everyone at every table
who's allergic to what?
- Don't dare...
- But for your information,
I asked your assistant
to ask that question.
Dupré's allergic to seafood:
there's none in my canapés.
Then your face caused
his anaphylactic shock!
Enough, guys!
What?
Rummaging through bins again,
is he?!
What?
"Nam pla"!
Here, "nam pla"!
Sorry,
I don't understand morons.
There's nam pla
in the nibbles you bought.
Right here!!
Who's the moron now?!
So what?
Richard, nam pla is Thai fish sauce.
Perhaps "I'm sorry, Pat"
might be in order.
Pigs will fly before...
- Richard.
- Richard...
I'm not asking you
to kneel before me.
I'm listening.
- We have to take risks.
- Exactly.
To dare.
Hey, Mum!
Why?
Look, the plan changed
as we went along.
Yes. It's going to be
a big, multifunctional smart room.
"A big smart room"
that I'll control
from my iPhone.
All the wiring will be in the walls.
- Yes. It's...
- Eventually.
We've worked really hard.
Look at it.
We've opened it right up.
Is this...
all you've done the entire day?
Ah no. Not just this.
No. We made some big decisions.
Really big.
"Really big".
Bigger than this?
Oh yes.
Dad helped me see the light.
I've decided what I'm gonna do.
- No?
- Yep.
I'm going back
to university!
No?
Wow! What great news!
Yes!
- Alright!
- Oh, my God! I'm so happy!
Yes, ma'am!
Our daughter's going to university!
You'll kick ass!
The solution was so obvious.
It was obvious,
but Dad made me see it
when he said:
"To have what you want in life,
"you have to know
"what you want."
It's "knowledge".
Spot on, father-in-law!
That was the trigger.
- "University"?
- Yes.
Fine.
Oh, my God!
I hope I won't be too old.
Never. Let's do it!
Doing what?
Eh?
What will you study?
What department,
what course, what qualification?
I haven't decided yet.
One thing at a time.
Let's take it a day at a time, eh?
But you're going to university.
Karine rules!
I was like... "That's it!"
Karine! Karine!
Karine! Karine!
I'm the only adult here.
I'm so lonely...
I know someone
who needs a group hug!
No! Patrick!
Group hug!
Look, it's not complicated,
you're a groper.
Understand?
You like feeling people up.
You probably come from
a family of touchy-feely gropers.
I hate that.
Subtitles: Eclair Media