Happily Married (C’est comme ça que je t’aime)

This series wouldn't have been possible

without the contribution of Gilles Tétreault-Boivin's book.

Les Caïds de Sainte-Foy: Chronologie d'une tragédie amoureuse

published by Éditions Faits Vécus.

Hello?

It's Claude!

Anita! Call the police!

I thought we'd seen it all in '74.

But...

we hadn't seen anything yet.

Everyone, I'd like to raise a glass to Baby Jesus!

Martin, please. We can't hear each other talk.

I want to make a speech.

Can't a man make a speech in his own house?

I'm a designer!

We said you're a tailor, not a designer. Right?

- He can call himself what he wants. - It takes all kinds.

I'm going to get my patterns.

What we've observed all year is normal family life.

We're dealing with two model families.

Can you play the more recent thing again?

I've had it with the embargo!

Can we talk about this in the shed?

I'm sick of the shed. I feel like a prisoner in my own home.

Will you shut up!

Right there! It sounded like she unplugged something.

That happens sometimes. The signal isn't always perfect.

What's up with the shed? They keep talking about it.

Yes, we talk a lot about the shed.

Being the pool lover that I am, we often go out to the shed...

- ...for pool equipment. - Yes, pool equipment.

And what's this embargo?

They keep saying they can't wait for the embargo to be lifted.

- We don't know. - No, we don't know.

What's your recommendation?

Close the investigation.

It's been a year and we have no usable evidence.

We had plenty of evidence

but it all disappeared last summer.

- That's unfortunate. - Yeah, that's too bad.

It smells like vomit. Weren't we going to wash it?

That's just from the humidity!

It'll go away once you open it up.

- You're having a party? - Yeah. Just a little one.

Last year, you were worried when we left. Now you seem happy.

It smells like vomit. Weren't we going to wash it?

No, no. Get in the car. We're leaving. Go on!

- Hello? - So? Are you nervous?

I feel like a werewolf at full moon. We're already blowing up balloons.

Dad, can I bring my sewing machine to camp?

Huguette? Can you take this thing from him? Get in the car.

Huguette wanted to know about timing.

Micheline, what time are we getting started?

Mid-afternoon?

Mid-afternoon.

Just to be clear: She only put your machine in the trunk

just to get you to stop crying.

It's not coming out.

There are limits.

I'm not going to miss you.

When's the year of the woman?

- It's this year. - No, the real year of the woman.

When we really mean it.

It's this year. 1975.

You think so? It's the year of the woman.

They keep banging on about it. Year of the Woman...

There are stickers everywhere. It's this year for sure!

You're right. It's this year.

Martin! Martin!

Can you talk to him? I don't know what to tell him.

I told him to put his rings on, but that didn't help.

- How was Huguette this morning? - Average.

Remind her that she got us into this in the first place.

I think it's just nerves.

I assume the embargo is officially lifted?

- Not until the announcement. - What?

The official announcement from Huguette.

- Later on? - I guess so.

Embargo or not, I'm taking control of the finances today.

Welcome everyone!

I know you may have heard about the unfortunate events last summer.

This year, the authorities assure us

that the region is more peaceful than ever.

Thanks to who?

I'm Monique Giguère, president of the camp parents association.

I just wanted to say

that the bastards responsible for last summer's carnage

only understand one thing: Hate.

They are bad people who don't think of the children.

They don't know what it means to love a child.

- She's looking right at us. - No, she's scanning the crowd.

Yeah. That was just a scan.

To counter the bad guys, we at the association

are putting this bowl on the table.

It's our "bowl of love".

I'd like to invite all the parents

to write messages of love to their children.

The messages in the "bowl of love" will be read during camp.

Thank you for showing the bad guys who don't love children

that love always wins!

- Just scanning. - Thank you!

I'm hurt. I don't like being accused of having bad intentions.

It's true. That was low.

If there was a competition for best parents, we'd win.

We were getting divorced. We've worked hard to stay together.

Huguette has worked hard with you, too. She said it isn't easy.

I don't want a trophy, just a little freaking respect.

Why are you so angry?

I won't let anyone say that I don't love my children.

You OK?

I spoke to the head monitor and slipped him $20.

There's space in the laundry room!

They have thread and fabric!

Maybe not the fancy fabric you like, but still...

That could be your fall collection.

What, are you making dresses?

Well, I'm a tailor. Right, Dad?

No, you're a designer. A great designer.

You make beautiful dresses that sway in the wind

and sheer scarves that you can see right through!

- Can you tell them not to laugh? - Let them laugh!

Your laughter is fuel for Martin.

While you're laughing, he's going to sew and sew and sew!

And when you go on to become a couple of dipshits,

he's going to be a famous designer!

My son is a designer!

Hey fatty! If you want to love your children as much as I love mine,

you'd better wake up fucking early in the morning!

- What did you write? - It was beautiful.

You want me to read you everyone else's?

There's only one in the bowl and it's ours.

- That's so bad! - Haven't we become the bad guys?

Hello. Daniel Tremblay, owner of the Demoiselle Motel.

I know it's unusual to come here before the embargo is lifted...

We keep a strict boundary between family life and...

I really need to talk to you. It's important.

We just have to keep it vague. There are bugs in the house.

But when we whisper, they can't pick it up. No, don't.

Thank you.

- I like your home. A lot. - Not me.

I wanted Spanish, but Gaétan read that it wasn't in style anymore.

I find modern design cold.

- You must be happy. - About what?

About picking up...

- where you left off! - Ah! Yes.

Yes, I'm happy.

I'm very happy.

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... - No, I'm the one who's sorry.

These aren't pills, they're tablets.

100% chemical and very popular with women in the United States.

I feel better already.

So yes, I'm very excited to get back in the saddle.

I have some big plans.

And I have a lot of violence in me.

What did you want to talk to me about?

Is there a problem at headquarters?

Don't you want to sit down and drink your coffee?

As a Maoist-Stalinist feminist,

I always thought marriage was the end result of materialism,

a patriarchal institution

designed to preserve bourgeois systems of production.

But I have to admit, I look damn cute in my dress.

Oh no! It's bad luck to see each other dressed up.

No, it's great! We're upending tradition.

We're soulmates.

And what's great is that you don't threaten my political lesbianism.

Well, thanks.

- Can you feel your juices flowing? - Uh, a little.

I promise you a great wedding night.

Just because I've had 47 partners and you've had none

doesn't mean it will go badly.

Sometimes inexperience leads to nice surprises.

- The kids are at camp? - Yep! Just dropped them off.

- It's exciting! - Yep!

- Were you nervous for your wedding? - A little, but that's normal.

Don't get cherry on your dress!

You've seen the bride?

Is this a joke? This is all there is for April, May and June?

- Are we allowed to speak? - What do you mean?

- The embargo? - Enough with the embargo!

I'm lifting the embargo! Look, it's lifted! Speak!

You don't have the authority to make that decision.

And I'm not sure you're allowed to open the safe.

Come on! The kids are at camp, for Christ's sake!

In theory, Lucien and I are still the interim leaders

and we're not allowed to divulge any information.

The resolution was adopted unanimously

to protect your families during the school year.

- We could give him a hint. - OK. One hint.

OK. What's the hint?

- Badly. That's the hint. - Okay.

Things are going... badly.

I don't think we managed things very well.

We were preoccupied with wedding planning.

Since we decided to get married, my head's been in the clouds.

You had one job: Collect from our businesses.

- Yeah. - Did you do it?

I did.

But not in the last few months.

- Why not? - Because my head was in the clouds!