Mommy Page #3

It's yours!

Don't touch any f***ing thing!

Touch it, and I beat

the sh*t outta ya, you c*nt!

Steve, calm down, honey.

Calm down, honey.

Don't you f***ing "honey" me

to make up for things!

Stop taking me for a f***ing idiot!

' Got you a gift!

Steve... it's a beautiful gift.

Mommy likes your gift,

Mommy's happy.

But now...

you gonna calm down,

breathe nicely...

- ...and you're gonna take your pill...

- Give me that...

Stop!

You gimme that sh*t

and I'mma f***ing end ya!

I'mma kill you all with

your f***ing meds!

I'mma flush them meds

down the f***ing drain!

Got it?

The meds and your head, girl...

Stop!

Mommy didn't wanna hurt you, baby.

Mommy didn't mean wrong, okay?

But Mommy...

was choking.

You were choking me, Steve.

Show me your head,

I'mma fix it and we gonna

calm down together.

You attack me, you f***ing snake?

Mommy didn't do it on purpose!

Mommy was scared, OK?

You wanna low blow,

you f***ing whore?

You wanna fight me?

Fine, me too.

- Stop...

- 50-50!

Wait till I get you!

Stop, stop!

Fight me you f***ing wimp!

Stop, Steve! Stop!

You f***ing cut me, b*tch!

I'm f***ing bleeding!

You gotta calm down,

otherwise Mommy can't help.

You're dangerous, you gotta chill,

you're in a state...

Take your pill, okay?

I'm f***ing dizzy!

Stop it, Steve, I swear...

You can't do this to me!

Mommy doesn't know what

to think anymore! I'm freaking out!

You gotta be calm if I come out!

I don't wanna fight anymore!

Answer me, I'm talking to you!

I'm going f***ing nuts!

Answer me!

Steve, you there?

F*** off!

Are you alright?

Feel dizzy?

We should...

We should really

get him to a hospital.

No way, no hospital...

Her ass smells like f***ing roses.

It's written in the stars.

Don't hurt him.

- Don't try!

- Don't start!

'The hell's that doobie?

They give you that in hospitals

to kill the pain.

Should we make your will?

Gimme that! Give it!

You...

I like you.

But you're hurting me.

But I love it when it hurts.

Chill out, you're still my fave,

child-beater.

Motherfuck!

Take it easy, I'm just playing!

What's your name?

Kyla.

Two syllables, better off that way.

I'm kidding.

Want some coffee?

Juice? No?

I got one of those kits too,

somewhere in the boxes.

Didn't find it...

I could've put some stitches

or whatever, but...

Stupid kit.

"If your child has trouble

with a subject,

how can you take him

a step further?"

As further away, please.

A column matrix is a matrix

consisting of a single column...

Hello.

Hello!

Nice to meet you, Diane Desprs,

from across the street.

- OK. Hello...

- Hello!

Is Kyla there?

No... Yes...

She's asleep.

You have a message for her?

A message in a bottle, yep!

She dropped by this afternoon...

She was real nice.

And I appreciate it.

I wanted to give her this.

What did she do?

Nothing...

Nothing... I mean... Anyway...

I've heard it's a good one...

Bye.

If you got nothing tonight,

would you join us for a scoff?

This is f***ing boring!

No more green veggies, 'ight,

you know I hate it.

You father wasn't tall,

your mom ain't any better...

If you wanna go past 5'7",

veggies are your friends.

How are the onions?

Brown. Ish.

I'm throwing in the veggies.

That's right.

...at the General Hospital,

in an allegedly critical state.

"A bloodcurdling death toll",

says Maude Lajoie

from Montreal Police.

Don't smoke there,

it'll taste like ashes!

It'll suck the odour in,

just like bread!

Gimme that, you dork!

Indeed, the campus is,

to say the least,

bathed in fear and distress.

Is it Kyla?

...troubled testimonies from

students who knew young Asselin.

Where's your man!

The little neighbour was fun,

I just wanted to play with her.

- We were still in Laval, then...

- It's my story!

Hun, you gotta give context,

put some meat around the bone!

We're in f***ing Laval, jeez!

People speak English in Laval, 'ight?

They speak English in Laval?

More than you'd think.

But I don't know a goddamn...

Quit swearing! Goddamn, goddamn...

Not a f***ing word of English.

But when Morn and Dad

didn't want me to get

what they were saying,

they'd speak English.

It'd always end with,

"Shut up! F*** off!"

So I'd tell Barbara

across the street,

"Hey Barbara, come play with me!"

No wonder he played alone.

Great effin social skills!

He always liked to mingle.

D'y0u see that!

You Pig!

Mingle!

Do you like it, Kyla?

Is mingle in the dictionary?

Move on.

Yes, thank you.

Besides...

Besides fixing my leg,

what do you do in life?

I'm on sabbatical.

What the hell?

Means time off. A break.

A break.

From what?

What do you do, your job?

Teacher.

Yikes. Elementary, high school?

High school.

Kids your age.

From grade 7 to grade 9.

You're getting better!

Making long sentences.

Idiot!

What?

Tough one, eh?

I was always a bit shy, but...

I've had my language problem

for two years.

Seven-year cycle apparently,

it comes and goes...

It'll stop.

I hope it doesn't, it's sexy.

What? It is!

What about you, Steve?

I noticed the skateboard.

It's not a skate, it's a longboard.

You know the diff... No?

The difference is that

the longboard...

It's longer.

Stay outta my story, jeez!

I'm a big boy, okay?

I was talking to her.

You're less mobile.

- But...

- Stop! I'm explaining!

I'm due for seconds! You?

- Another shot?

- Last one...

Cheers.

Cheer.

So you... moved in the 450,

you're on sabbatical...

What about your boyfriend?

Computer programming.

Big nerd, eh?

Why did you leave Quebec City?

Can I have one?

You smoke?

No, but...

We're celebrating!

Damn straight. Here.

No holding back tonight.

Be my effin' guest.

It's my first night out

since we moved here.

We're on transit

between Quebec and...

God knows where.

It depends on Patrick's job.

What about your job?

I'm...

I'm not ready to work

with kids again, yet.

We're trying something new, too.

Steve has...

ADHD.

Disruptive, provoking...

And apparently some...

attachment disorder,

or whatever it's called.

He was okay when he was little.

We thought it was just...

Hyperactivity.

But his dad died

three years ago...

D'you mind,

it reeks of smoke in here.

The odor...

Smells stale.

By the way, Steve...

About this afternoon...

Steve's violent, eh?

He's a sweet boy deep down,

loads of charisma...

When he blows a fuse,

you best scram

'cause it gets ugly.

But I...

...I don't touch my boy.

I know that.

They quickly jump to conclusions

at the hospital.

I know the drill.

Youth Protection, cops...

They'd force him back

to George-Etienne Lemieux...

But it ain't his place.

Right?

You don't know him,

but you saw him.

But I'm happy 'cause

it was tough being away from him.

He's all mine now.

And he's quite a number.

You never get bored with Steve.

Not a dull moment with Steve.

There you have it.

Fasten your seatbelt.

Gawd help us all...

You queen!

That's from a mixtape his father

made a few years ago.

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