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This is the first article I wrote on them.

The first of many.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

Their first big splash.

I feel terrible!

The bazaar is at 1:00 p. m.,
and I have to put everything in the dryer.

Do you have a headache?

Why didn't you talk to Mario?

He left too quickly.

Where were you when he came in?

In the bathroom.

Where were you? I looked for you.

You were all naked in the pool,
so I went for a walk.

Let's go to mass, talk to Mario afterward,
and tell him we had nothing to do with it.

We were guests. It wasn't our home.

I just called Serge. They're coming, too.

What will they say?

What are we going to say?

Do you have a headache?

Maybe Ga�tan hallucinated it.

He was on drugs.

He saw Mario.

He was here. He left his laundry bag.

Where were you?

I must have been in the basement.

I talked to Dino Bravo for a while.

He's a really nice guy.

Where were you?

I guess I was in the pool.

Naked?

Everyone was naked.

We were skinny dipping.

Big night.
-Yeah.

Do you have a headache?

You look good, Micheline.

Yeah! I feel good.

They were nice at first,
but they're starting to get annoying.

Praise to You, Lord Jesus Christ.

Who paid for dinner last night?

I didn't see the bill.

They never brought it.

Seriously?

Robert Redford.

Are they good or what?

Such good actors!

Have you seen The Way We Were?

The song is so good.

A fine romance.

Love.

True love.

Who hasn't dreamed of it?

But watch out.

Robert and Barbara worked hard
for their love.

They put in the effort.

They didn't let themselves get...

Distracted.

To all those who let themselves
get distracted, I say,

"Look at what Barbara and Robert built."

Think about it.

Think about it.

But to those who aren't prepared
to put in the effort,

I say, "Get out!"

Get out of the Lord's house!

You're no longer welcome here!

Instead, go to the Demoiselle Motel

or some other den of iniquity
with your kind!

But those who are prepared
to put in the effort,

like Barbara and Robert,

for you, my friends,

I will pray.

He was looking at us.

I know, but let's not be paranoid, either.

It didn't even make sense.

They didn't build anything.
They get divorced in the end.

Maybe he didn't see the whole movie.

Is the Demoiselle Motel
the one on Hamel Boulevard?

Yes.

Let them through!

Please return to your cars.

This isn't necessary, guys.

You okay, Serge?

Yes.

Don't worry, buddy.

Okay.

I know a guy who did the same thing,

but instead of screwing the girl,
he screwed the lawn!

What are you going to say?

All four of us should talk to him.

The party was at your house.

I'll talk to him. I don't mind.

Get out of here, guys!

It's Sunday. Take the day off.

Come in.

Hello.
-Hello.

It's nice of you to see us, Mario.

Mario, I think Huguette
has something to tell you.

Right, Huguette?
-Yes.

I'm listening, Huguette.

What I'd like to say

is that I agree with you about love.

I haven't seen the film,
but I agree that love

is the foundation of everything.

I've had a tough time lately.

I've done some reprehensible things.

Maybe we don't need to go into detail.

As human beings, we deserve love.

That's what I think.

Listen, I don't intend to bring up
what I saw last night.

No! That wouldn't do any good.

Especially because sometimes,

you might think you saw something,
but it was actually something else.

Did you see more of the house or the yard?

It's too bad,
because I was in the basement.

Were you in the basement?

We should start marriage counseling again.

You're lost. You need guidance.

As luck would have it,
that's what the Catholic faith is for.

That is lucky.

Yes, very lucky.

Absolutely.

Give me a call and we'll make appointments
for next week.

Sure.

Thank you, Mario,
for helping us on our path.

We'll try to find redemption.

In Christ.

Our Lord.

Amen.

Thank you.

Mario...

Just so we understand each other...

That was a wrestling move.

It was like a bear hug, but from behind.

It was a wrestling move.

I had my bathing suit on.

Do you need us or not?

Yes! We need you guys.

Because business was good before.

We trusted you.

Yes, I know. Come here.

In fact, I was wondering
about the cocaine.

Would it be possible
to have a little more?

Don't tell me
you don't have your own contacts?

We can't call our guy.

He's not in our gang anymore.

We've switched organizations.

I thought that was clear?
-Yes, very clear.

Guys, I don't know how many times
we have to say it,

but it's Sunday, and we rest on Sunday.

Huguette has her bazaar.

Yesterday was fun, but get out of here!

Can we be polite, Ga�tan?

Can we work on the redemption
of our souls in peace,

for Christ's sake!

Come for a dip in the pool tomorrow, okay?

If you want. Okay?

The owner gave it to me.

He said we're always welcome,

and that he'd never give our table
to anyone else.

That picture will always be
a nice memory for me,

but I'm quitting.

Again?

You don't like hunting and fishing?

No, not the store.

I'm quitting the organization.

Okay.

But you know we're not really
an organization?

I know, but I'm still quitting.

You didn't enjoy your night?

No, that's not it.

Then...

What's going on, Marie-Jos�e?

I feel like everything's falling apart
with respect to my political lesbianism.

It's all right.

Relapses can happen to anyone.

If it's any consolation,

I think that for a good while,
I was sort of between you and the grass.

The actual penetration was brief, I think.

I think so, too.

That's all right.

At first, I wanted to kill you,
Mr. Paquette.

But then you became super nice.

You brought me
into your circle of friends.

My desire to kill you transformed
into a desire to make love to you.

And I know that Eros and Thanatos
are two sides of the same coin,

I'm not an idiot!

But I'm all mixed up.

Yes, but there were the pills, too.

Don't forget that.

I didn't take any pills.
I hate that stuff.

I made love to you because I wanted to.

I'm really not a good political lesbian.

No, Marie-Jos�e...

Mr. Paquette?

I don't mean to interrupt.

I wanted to apologize about the jewelry.

I'm really sorry.

I apologize for myself and for Lionel.

He's still a little beat up.

He should be back by the end of the week.

It's all right, Lucien.

Forgiven and forgotten.

Okay? Bye!

And I was wondering about the bra.

Was that a joke or...

It was a joke.

Okay! Thank you!

Because I wouldn't have minded.

I found a model that...

It was a joke. Okay?
-Okay.

And I was wondering...

What is your organization?

Because the theft and the violence

are intriguing.

I don't want to talk to you about it.

It's just that, as you know,

I have a gun collection in my basement,

and if you're interested,

I have some serious stuff.

I even have an Uzi.
I have three, actually.

And I make homemade bombs,

fancy grenades...

You can go!

Okay! Thanks.

Marie-Jos�e!

You're right: It wasn't satisfying
with respect to the penetration.

Can you try again, please?

What about your politics?

We can talk after the penetration.

I agree.

What the hell?

Ga�tan Delisle.
-Yes.

I'm sorry for calling you at work.

Did you sleep with Dino on Saturday?

I'm not answering that.

You just did by not answering.

I'm stuck with the two fatties,
and they're glaring at me from the pool.

I think they're having doubts.

They're asking me questions
about the organization,

and I don't know what to say.

Your job is to distract them.

Get the goggles out!

You can see underwater with them.
It's fun!

What kind of organization are we?

We're not really an organization.

I know, but if we were, what would we be?

What would our area of activity be?

Murder, for sure.

That's Huguette's trademark.

Marie-Jos�e's no pushover either
with her polyethylene sheet.

It's our extreme violence
that sets us apart.

Theft! You stole the jewelry.

And you! You're an arsonist.

Serge handles the finances.

A little like
Robert Duvall in The Godfather.

Not really a criminal,
but good with numbers.

Like a lawyer who gives
an organization credibility.

Cocaine? Would we sell cocaine?

Can I tell them we sell cocaine?

Prostitution!

You'd be good at that, as a sex maniac.

Ga�tan!
-What?

I'm not saying you'd prostitute yourself,
but you could manage it.

You're a sexuality expert, after all.

Are you with Huguette?

No.
-That's strange.

She said she'd be with you.

No, I don't think so.

Okay, bye. I have to go.

Thanks again for the large popcorn.

Ga�tan buys a medium at most,
and it's a struggle to get a Pepsi!

The song was good, huh?

Yeah, but I didn't like the ending.

I liked Barbara and Robert,

but I would've preferred if it had been

a nice love story.

Like ours.

I agreed to go to the movie with you,
and I enjoyed it,

but if you don't mind,
let's take this one step at a time, okay?

I'm sorry, Huguette.

It's just that,
I feel so nervous with you.

I don't know what to say.

I don't know how to talk.

You're doing fine.

You can relax.

I wanted to bring you here

because it's peaceful.

Sometimes work stresses me out.

So I come here, and my worries disappear.

It's nice.

It's calm.

I think I'm coming out of my shell, Ren�.

Excuse me!

It's taken. The beach is taken.

I'm having a moment.

She's coming out of her shell.

And you're ruining it!

Does the river belong to you?

You little shit!

It's really important to me
that you have a nice afternoon.

You'll have to excuse my impulsiveness.

It's in my nature, as a criminal.

It's all right.

I don't dislike it.

You work here?

Are you looking for something
in particular?

Jesus! Don't you recognize me?

Is there anywhere we can talk?

Yes, let's go to my office.

So, the moustache works?

Yes.

It was Jeannine's idea.

Last Halloween,
I dressed up as Burt Reynolds.

I think the poor thing is stressed out.

She's afraid for me,
and I have to tell you,

I'm starting to feel scared.

I'm also used to seeing you
in a bathing suit.

Jeannine says the advantage
of Fort Lauderdale

is that I could always wear a swimsuit.

I admit that's a plus.

There was no answer
at your house this morning.

Good thing you wrote your number
on your store card.

I did?
-Yeah.

This is a good front.

I like it.

I mean, university, the store...

That's all good.

I don't know you very well,
but you inspire confidence.

I feel you have a lot of credibility.

Thanks.

I want you to reassure me
and tell me if I can retire.

Would I be able to maintain my lifestyle?

Jeannine says yes,

but I've always been insecure about money.

So?

You want me to tell you right now?

I'm being hunted!

I can't stay here,
even with the moustache.

Have you heard
from the two traitors, Coco and Puff?

No.

And the others?

The husband? The neighbors?
Do you know their names?

Unfortunately, no.

I never thought
I'd be pushed out by a woman.

I can't believe
I'm going to leave everything,

my whole life's work, to a woman.

What do you mean?

If I retire,
who do you think's going to take over?

Would you mind
if I make a few photocopies?

I think I can get back to you about this
as soon as tomorrow.

Photocopies?

Is that normal, as a procedure?

Photocopying is
a common accounting practice, yes.

Okay, that's fine. Do what you have to do.

There's no stopping progress!

Great. I'll be right back.

He took the picture?

I gave him his papers back,
he said thank you and left.

That's when I noticed
the picture was gone!

So he knows we're with Huguette?

Yep!
-Shit!

On the other hand,

it reinforces the idea
that we're an organization.

An organization that's spying on him!

That might push him
even more toward retirement!

You knew about his retirement?

His wife told me about it.

That was the point of shooting him.

Why didn't you mention that?

I thought I did.

Don't start hiding stuff
from us, Huguette.

We're an organization.

We have to work as a team.

Are we really an organization?

Where's Micheline?

I don't know.

I thought she'd be here.

But look,

the guy gets money
from about 50 businesses in Sainte-Foy.

Restaurants, bars, hair salons,
even the flea market.

He takes a cut from every stand.

It's crazy what he controls!

The city of Sainte-Foy belongs to him!

There are a lot of stands
at the flea market.

There's that section
in the parking lot, too!

All that money is laundered
through numbered companies.

I counted four or five.

And a tanning salon, too.

It's a total scam.

Just this year to date,
he's taken in $383.000.

And it's only July!

Maybe his wife owns the tanning salon.

She's very tanned.

That's not counting money

from people named
Laberge, Pudding, Biscuit Morency,

and others whose names I can't read.

The guy is practically illiterate.

Who are they?

I don't know,
but they don't sell lemonade.

$89.000 just in June!

And he's ready to walk away
from it all because of me!

That's flattering!

Because of all of us, Huguette.

Because of all of us, okay?

We're a team.

Still, I'm the head of the organization.

Are we an organization?

Hello?

Ga�tan? I'm in Montreal!

What are you doing there?

I saw the stadium.

The whole foundation is done.

It's really impressive!

The work is coming along!

It's going to be ready
well before the Games!

They say it's going to be
one of the Seven Wonders of the World!

Why are you there? Did you drive?

Did you have trouble parking?

You know you can leave the car
in Longueuil.

There's a metro station.

Promise me you won't say anything
to Serge, okay?

What's up?

I just bought a little cocaine.

Why'd you do that?

I can't talk for long
because Coco and Puff are nearby.

When I told you to distract them,
I didn't mean go on a trip with them!

The goggles didn't work?

I was in a jam.

You said we should sell coke.
-What?

I never said that!
-Is that Serge?

What's the story with the cocaine?

Ga�tan told me to say
that we sell cocaine!

You were asking me
about our eventual activities!

Tell me you didn't take any.

And I thought prostitution
suited you better.

I bought a small amount.
-What?

They started asking me questions.

I wasn't credible at all.

They asked who our contact was.

I said "Cotroni"

because that's the name
we heard on the radio the other day.

He's the head of the mafia
and he's in prison!

You said we buy drugs directly
from the head of the mafia?

I don't know about this stuff!

Tell me you didn't take any.

Did you take any?

Tell me you didn't take any!

I didn't take much.

I didn't take much, Serge.

Jesus, Micheline!
You go crazy on that stuff.

The last time was at Expo Montreal.

You were banned from eight pavilions!

I'm doing this to save our ass!

I'm sacrificing myself!

Anyway, the guys eventually gave me
the name of their contact,

because Cotroni is in prison,
like you said.

So I handled the transaction all by myself
with a man named Vito Rizutto.

Nice guy. He's young and funny.

A real fan of Venezuela.
He even has a pied-a-terre there.

I took the money from my savings account,
the inheritance from my father,

and I'll pay myself back from the sales.

Jesus, Micheline!

What do you mean, "the sales"?

That's the thing.

If we want to be believable,
we have to sell the stock.

If there's any left!

What do you mean, "If there's any left?"

I'm not a junkie! Honestly!

Anyway, that's where it gets tricky.

They asked me where we sell.

Oh, boy!
-What'd you say?

It's weird, because it just came out.

What'd you say?

The Demoiselle Motel.
-What?

The thing is, Mario mentioned it at mass.

He said it was a den of iniquity.

I thought that was a good fit.

And how'd they react?

Well!

They did find it weird,

because they thought the Kingpin
had that spot.

But I told them it was ours.

And that was the place
where we conducted all our activities,

prostitution, drugs. The whole thing.

Like we were saying, Ga�tan,
our head office.

Did you tell them I was the boss?

I don't think so.

I don't think I told them,
because I don't think they asked.

But they said they were eager to see it,

so I told them
we'd bring them over tonight.

So, I don't know...

Maybe we can meet there?

Where?
-At the head office!

You're not serious?

It's so good, guys!

Try it!

So, if I understand correctly,
this is our head office?

Indeed.

We really are stuck in a vicious cycle.

Isn't it dangerous for us to be here?

Not necessarily.

The Kingpin might already be
in retirement as we speak.

Let's not forget that we're
a lot more dangerous than they are,

with our Montreal methods.

Anyway, if this really is our head office,
I'd like to do some renovations!

It's not that bad.

It smells, the colors are ugly,
the girls are trashy.

It might not be the Ch�teau Frontenac,

but for a den of iniquity,
it's not so bad.

I guess the girls are naked usually?

I think they're between sets.

And it's quiet on Mondays.

Have you been here before?

Never.
-Once, I think.

There's prostitution here, I imagine?

The motel rooms next door
aren't a coincidence?

Huguette, you can't be a criminal

and at the same time
criticize people in crime.

They go hand in hand.

What do you mean?

Killing people comes with a whole world,
and this is that world.

I don't see the connection.

You can kill people and still have taste.

And respect women.

Not treat them like products

within the exploitative rationale
of capitalism.

In any case, I'm just saying
that a den of iniquity

is a den of iniquity.

Communism and feminism
have nothing to do with it.

You have nothing to add? Help me out here!

I'm just wondering what our strategy is.

Micheline's going to show up
with the two fatties.

We welcome them, you walk around a bit
and supervise, like you do at the store.

You're good at that.

Micheline can go to the bathroom
and make a couple of sales.

And after that,
we go for a dip in your pool.

Okay. But what do we tell
the two guys tomorrow?

I agree with Serge.

That's a short-sighted strategy,
if you don't mind my saying so.

You want a shot?

Would you like some peanuts?

I'll go get some peanuts.

I'd like some peanuts, please.

Don't look. I'm with my husband.

I'd like you to leave.

What are you doing here?

I could ask you the same question.

I'm having a beer with a friend.

It's all right. I know this kind of place
comes with your job.

Yeah.

Can I finish my beer at least?

I'm with my friend Biscuit Morency.

That's his name?

Yes. It's his nickname.

Nicknames come with the job, too.

I'd like you to leave right now.
Leave out the back.

You didn't get peanuts?

I have some information for you.

What?

Biscuit Morency is here.
-Who?

Biscuit Morency!

One of the guys who pays the Kingpin.

Biscuit Morency! I remember.

He's in the bar.

How do you know?

I saw him. I heard his name.

What does that matter?

If Coco and Puff see him,
they'll know we're lying.

Yes! This is supposed to be
our head office!

I don't know why Micheline
invented the head office thing!

I'm going to leave.
-Why?

I don't like it here. Have a good night!

Excuse me.

Marie-Jos�e!

Marie-Jos�e!

This isn't working, Mr. Paquette!

I think given our history,
it'd be all right if you called me Serge.

I'm a political lesbian, okay?

But we're talking about Biscuit Morency,

I'm at a strip club,

and I'm stressed out
because your wife is going to show up,

and I'm telling myself
that I'm in love with you!

Serge!

I've been thinking a lot
about the penetration!

It's true that it was better
the second time.

I even thought the first time
was quite good!

This might be another
short-sighted strategy,

but I say we go up to him
and ask him to leave!

Why would he leave?

Because this is our head office!

It isn't our head office!

You could beat him up,

like the guy at Steinberg's
whose collar bone you broke.

Besides, he's old and skinny.

Look, he's in the back.

Huguette pointed him out. He's over there.

You see him?
-Yeah.

That's Biscuit Morency.

You can break his collar bone easily.

You're good at that.
-Yeah.

He's looking at us!

Don't look at him!

Okay, don't move.

He's getting up.

He's going up to the bar.

He's talking to another guy.

What?
-No, that's not them.

It's the guy who pooped himself!

What?

What's going on?

It's not them.

Yes!
-Jesus!

What's going on?

I don't understand. The guy who
pooped himself is coming this way.

What?

Come on!

Huguette!

Collar bone!

Serge?

Shit!

Marie-Jos�e was right.
It was a dangerous idea!

We've reached the end
of the vicious cycle.

Huguette left
with the guy who pooped himself.

His name is Ren�. He's in love with her.

I think he wanted to protect her.

Our only hope is that Micheline
and the two fatties

find out what happened
and come to save us.

Yes, that's good! That's what will happen.

I'm confident that's what will happen.

Ga�tan!

What?

If something happens to me,

I'd like you to tell Micheline

that I love her

and that I'm sorry.

Nothing's going to happen to you.

And if something happens to you,
then it'll happen to me, too,

and I won't be able to tell
Micheline anyway.

Yeah, but tell her

that she's the love of my life
and that I never stopped loving her.

Okay, I'll tell her if I can.

In that case,
I have a message for you to deliver.

To Huguette?

No.

To Martin.

I'd like you to tell him
that I always loved him,

even if that's not something
that men say to each other.

And also that I'm sorry

for never having understood him.

I think I had an epiphany
on Saturday night

with the Sultan of Tehran.

Yeah?

It was very professional.

We kept our bathing suits on
and everything.

I don't know, maybe it was the pills,

but I had feelings.

Feelings?

I think that a human being
remains a human being,

whether they're big or hairy or not hairy,

whether they're homosexual or normal,

whether they're skin color
or some other color.

I think that human warmth is human warmth.

Tell Martin that.

Tell him that we're human beings.

I'm ready.

Okay, he's ready!

Who's he?

The skinner.

The what?

The skinner.

Right.

Which one is Serge?

I don't know.

We can't hear very well in here.

Can we see their faces at least?

Because there's a visual element
to my speech.

The paper.

I might not have gone to university,
but I can make photocopies, too.

Look at this gang!

And then Ren� appears again
from out of nowhere

and confirms to me
that you're not an organization at all.

Jackpot!

I was wondering if you'd had time
to look at my numbers.

A little.

And?

You can absolutely afford
a very comfortable retirement.

That's good to know.

But it's too bad, because I've decided
to keep on working.

If you don't mind my saying,
I think you're making a mistake.

What do you mean?

You should retire immediately.

I could put together
a nice package for you.

Sort your assets out a bit,

because they're all over the place
at the moment.

You'd be very well off,
and you'd avoid some serious suffering.

Listen to this guy!

He's mouthing off to us
when there's a skinner right here.

You just gave yourself that name, right?

What are you saying?

This is a new career for you, no?

Your equipment is new, anyway.

It's not new at all!
He's been doing this for years.

He's a skinner. The name says it all.

In any case, just so you know,
your apron is the ladies' model.

It's from the States.

We just got them in the store this week.
It's an exclusive.

You'll notice the pink stitching
on the inside.

Nice!

And your knife set is new, too.

It's from June.

We've had a lot of returns.

The handles tend to come off,
and they don't cut very well.

So if you're a skinner,
then I'm Lucille Ball.

You figured, "They kill people!

"We'll scare them by pretending
that we do the same thing."

The sleeping bags were a nice touch, boys.

But you don't have
the Montreal methods he wants.

Right, Raymond?

You don't mind if I call you Raymond?
Raymond!

My sweet Raymond!

This isn't a suggestion.
It's an ultimatum.

Retire tonight.

Do it for yourself.

Do it for your wife.

Do it for your guys, too.

Between you and me,
Huguette still has a lot of anger in her,

which is understandable
if you know her husband.

It's true. I'm not easy to live with.

She won't appreciate
what has happened tonight.

She's a prompt woman
with a lot of character.

A modern woman.

We're going to wipe you out.

We're going to destroy you.

We're going to take everything
you've built!

You don't think we're an organization?

Don't test us, my friend.

You haven't seen anything yet.

Are you done?

Yes, I think that's enough for now.

Get your baseball bat and beat them.

You don't want me to...

Get the hell out of here.

Jesus, look at this!

There are pictures of vegetables
on the handle!

They're vegetable knives!

Beat them for their trouble.

Until they bleed?
-Yes.

Shit! Say something!

What?

You were on a roll!

Fuck! These people are insane!

You like it?

It's hard to control. We missed them.

It's not a precision weapon.

Hello, Mr. Paquette!

In the end, I decided
that we're a real organization.

Enough messing around!

All right?

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