Mommy

In a fictional Canada,

a new government comes into power

during the federal elections of 2015.

Two months later, its cabinet

introduces the S-18 bill,

aiming to amend

the Canadian health services policy.

More specifically,

the highly controversial S-14 Bill

stipulates that the parent of

a child with behaviour problems has,

in a situation of financial distress,

physical and/or psychological danger,

the moral and legal right

to put his children

in the care of any public hospital,

without due process of law.

This is the story

of Diane "Die" Desprs,

a woman whose fate appears

to be intimately tied to this affair.

You f***!

You cocksucker!

Yeah?

Love the pool.

Sorry, Mrs. Desprs.

We should've asked you

to bring your bikini.

You a stand-up or something?

You sign Steve's eviction form

and you're both free.

Free from what!

Are we gonna talk about this?

Do you speak French?

Just as good

as they do in France, yeah.

At 12h15, your son

was in the cafeteria

with four other residents,

when a fire broke out.

Little Kevin Julien was rushed

to the hospital,

burned to the second,

if not third degree.

Want me to draw you a picture too?

Are those your kids?

They're cute.

Your initials below mine,

and sign the second-to-last page.

So what do we do now?

There's no "we".

You know what I mean.

Not you and me.

Me and my son.

I'm not stupid.

We gave Steve a chance.

If you can't take him back,

we'll send him

to our security department.

Excuse me?

Don't act surprised!

Come on!

Your son has

a one-way ticket to jail.

Are you insane?

My boy ain't going to jail.

I know the drill.

Once they're in,

they're done for.

His educator says

his positive attitude made progress.

He keeps telling me

he's doing better.

This is a detention centre.

The kids do better...

Until they don't.

Have you given thought

to little Kevin Julien,

scarred for life?

Little Kevin, little Kevin...

We gonna canonize the kid?

Sh*t him a statue?

Tough luck! Next time, don't stick

your face in the microwave!

- Jacqueline to Jacques.

- I'm listening.

We're on our way.

Roger.

Listen...

Diane...

I've seen tons of kids

in and out of here.

We save some,

we lose some,

and that's the way of it.

We tried helping Steve,

as well as specialized schools,

residential centres.

Our centre tried helping him.

Your turn.

And what am I gonna do

with him all day long?

I can't drag him to work.

I got a job.

I can't dump everything

and go party with my kid.

I'm broke.

I'm this close to welfare

and welfare's a f***ing no.

When he turns 16,

he'll be eligible

for youth detention.

I ain't gonna send my son

to a jail for lil' punks

waiting to be big punks!

They'll f*** him up.

Did you...

consider the S-14 law?

The new law.

Forget about it.

As a last resort.

I'll never do that to my son!

Don't consider him or yourself

invincible.

That's the worst thing you could do.

Loving people doesn't save them.

Love has no say.

Unfortunately.

Skeptics...

will be proven wrong.

Good luck, Ma'am.

Jacqueline, it's Jacques.

We brought little Desprs

to the isolation room

because he was out of control.

F***ing son of a c*nt!

Don't ya touch me, b*tch!

I dare ya, f***ing homo!

- I said calm down!

- F***ing suck-ass, ya flaming twat!

Suck my dick, dipshit!

Roger.

At least you fixed his bad language.

You're stunning, babe!

Every time, you're beautifuler!

You look younger, too, that's dope!

What's effin dope

is you starting a fire.

That's real dope, boy!

Fire's up my ass,

gotta let it out.

Get your head out too,

once you're at it.

Didn't ya miss me?

I always think of ya, Mom!

You're always in my head!

Your head's up your ass!

Must be pretty dark in there.

Dark as a black dude's ass

but I still see ya!

Where the f***'s our ride!

Ride's gone.

We'll take the bus.

You're playing, right? LOL.

LOL alright,

d'ya see the blood here?

Who's the motherf***er?

Some dumb-ass on Poirier Street.

The car's an effin wreck.

Can we sell the parts online?

F*** no.

Jeez, that foot hurts like a b*tch!

Gimme that.

I couldn't stand

them f***ing freaks anymore!

Can I bum one?

I smoke, here!

Well, time to quit!

I'm quitting too. On my birthday.

You listen to me, Stevo!

Listen up!

We gotta set some ground rules!

You wanna live with Mom?

Stay outta trouble?

You gotta help.

That starts with mutual respect, bud.

I don't wanna hear no more f*** yous,

am I clear'?

You deaf or what?

- Where do we live now?

- St-Hubert, next to the 116.

Sexy.

I got my own room?

I still got enough dough

for that, dimwit.

I ain't gonna spoon at 40.

- You're 46!

- Shut up!

Don't look at the deco, eh!

Tenant before, some old lady,

she died two months ago.

There's so much tapestry in there

we could start a shop.

- I hate that ugly sh*t!

- I feel ya!

You can get the last toke.

You didn't even kiss me!

First thing I did.

I don't think so.

You little sh*t.

Come on, come on!

You little sh*t!

You're just like your father!

Well, well!

How is she?

Same old! Hanging in there!

Don't tell me that's your kid?

You betcha!

Just back from boarding school.

- Paul.

- Steve.

Great social skills, eh! So proud!

Why don't you guys

come watch some TV?

I'll fix some pine-nut pesto pasta

real quick!

I dunno, some other time maybe,

we're just gonna settle in

real smooth, ya know.

Alright. Rain check, then?

We gotta work

on that sh*t attitude, hon.

"I'll fix some pasta..."

Shut up!

- Yo, who's that homo!

- A neighbour.

B*tch, please!

He's obviousingly hitting on ya.

"Obviousingly."

That ain't in the dictionary.

We there?

Not so five-stary, eh...

Is that in the dictionary?

This place's perfect, trust me.

There's a big yard.

Big yard, big life.

Two bathrooms, right?

Sure!

Waterbeds and jacuzzis, too!

Where's my room?

Down there!

Hey, Radio City Hall!

Two radios at once!

Thanks but no thanks!

What?

Shut her trap, will ya!

We got both of them playin,

it's a goddamn racket!

Mom, I can't find my sh*t

in that mess.

Where are dad's pics?

Why d'you need that now?

They're...

They're in the bedroom!

I'm swimming in boxes, I dunno!

No way...

Crazy b*tch...

F***ing A!

That's your last warning!

That's another thing,

repeating myself again and again!

That ain't in our contract!

We gotta catch the 10h45 bus!

Otherwise we fall on AM shifts

and we'll hit lunch traffic.

Come on, get up.

F***, man!

Nice motel whiff, here...

You're supposed

to knock before, f***!

You can be such a dumb-ass!

Watch your mouth!

I knocked!

Did not!

You just came in, f***!

24 hours you've been here

and this place is a slum!

Tidy up!

Can I jerk off in peace, before!

Gimme your undies.

The bunched-up tissues,

not so guest-friendly.

So get your jizz together

and we'll be in business.

Gonna hold my dick when I piss too?

If it helps you aim!

Mommy?

What's the matter, sweetie?

"That we did win..."

- Win what?

- The games?

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