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Danielle, don't splurge.

We'll take good
care of Guy, okay?

What is happening?

Guy is dead.

Then when the paramedics
wanted to board him,

Danielle locked
herself in with it, and she

has a big knife, and
then she doesn't answer.

What do you want me to do?

There, you have to
convince her to open up to us.

Otherwise, I'm going
to have to call the tactic,

trust me, you don't
want them to come

doing their show
here is not a good idea.

You know her as much as I do.
She listens to you.

Danielle, it's Ma...

Danielle, drop your knife.

You go out. Yeah, no, wait...

Outside, the
tourists, we go out.

Go away, you're
making too much noise.

Danielle, it's me.

Maryse.

Yes it's me. I'm here.

He is dead.

(whispered): I know.

He hasn't had enough...

of dead?

Susanna. Maryse, get out now.

Give me your knife,
we'll let them do their job.

Maryse, tabarnac.

I will go with you
to the hospital.

OK? You will stay with
him all the time you want.

OK? No, I want to stay here.

Here, in his room, in our room.

Get away from my shooting range.
Susanna.

It's going nowhere, go away.

I want to watch over him alone.

You can spend all the time you

want with it, but
without your knife.

Suzanne, she's
not all there, stop.

Take it out. Esti.

Look at me. Danielle.

Where is she, Vanessa?

He didn't deserve this.

My father had

that too, fibrosis.

That's no way to leave.

Shut up.

Find your breath.

Fighting against his

lungs trying to find the juice

to make the heart pump.

He was a good guy, your husband.

The best.

He gave good advice.

Then...

...what would he say to you?

To stop making a fool of me.

Don't you think he
deserved to rest?

Mmm?

He will come back to see you.

It's certain.

In any case, me, with
my father, it's the same.

Whenever I need him, he's there.

In my head.

Danielle.

Osti.

Danielle.

(sob)

(moans of pleasure)

(Maryse): Where is Vanessa?

She left.

OK.

Criss, I was sure
we'd have to shoot her.

It would have been justified.

We're not going to arrest
him just for that, are we?

I'll tell the paramedics

not to put that on the report.

She, we will send her to
the CH in Mont-Laurier.

Hey.

I'm sorry about
your dad, really.

He's still very much alive,

old criss, and he's on fire.

OK.

Well, well, look, it's all well

and good, but where is Vanessa?

I'm going to see you
and Danielle, take

a walk in the bedroom,
just see if you can

find something that
would tell us where it is.

Its good? OK.

Maryse? What?

In my office now.

Are you correct? Yeah.

OK, I'll come back.

OK, that's fine,
you can come in.

Its good.

Yeah.

What is... Osti.

Are you crazy, osti?

Do you know what pile of
shit you almost put me in?

It's Danielle.

You were going to "shoot" her.

There was no question
of me losing another one.

I just wanted you to talk
to him through the door.

If you want to kill yourself,

don't make the
police do the job.

The next time you do something

like that to me, I'm
going to fire you.

OK.

Scare me like this...

Because I don't want to

lose another one either.

(startup)

What are you drawing, my owl?

A room with people in it.

A room? Which room?

That of paradise.

You see, that's

Aunt Léonie's chair.

That would be mine.

Then her, yours.

Then the little one here?

That of little Jerome.

Can I borrow your drawing?

OK, thanks.

I...

(together):...love you.

I'm leaving with this, do you
want to make another one?

(laughs)

Father?

Mom?

We know it well,
my Luc, you, the

fires, you just have
to piss on them.

But the rest of us, our job, it

requires psychology,
my little darling.

Oh shit.

We were looking for you everywhere,

where have you been?

I was at my friend's house.

Why is it a mess with us?

Where is my mother?

She's there?

It's your father...

I'm sorry.

I heard he was leaving.

It was time.

Who is that? Eric leaving?

He moved to Montreal
with his brother.

There is nothing here for him.

You have the right to
say "good riddance".

Avoid gossip, please.

And we are not talking about
an individual other than oneself.

Yeah.

I would appreciate it, too.

Looks like I won't
be talking much.

Do we have to talk
about ourselves?

OK, I'll get started.

There's my daughter who
still doesn't want me near her.

That, well, to a
mother's heart, that hurts.

(indistinct remark in the distance)

(indistinct remarks)

Aouch.

Mom, I don't need.
Oh yes, you need it.

Since you were 6 years old.

I ended up putting
my head in the sand.

Sit down. OK.

It's fun that you're
here, Vanessa, we

hadn't started yet, we
were waiting for you.

It's correct.

Your big pardon, I
don't need it, okay?

Hey, I don't feel like
being against you.

Life is too short.

Then your father, that's what
he would have told you to do too.

What would he say again?

"It's more forcing to hate than

to love, then I'm
too lazy to force."

You have no right
to talk about him.

You know, Guy, before
he was your father, he was

one of my good customers
at the bar where I worked.

He came to drink
his beer after his shift.

It was really fun to chat with.

He was really looking
forward to your birth.

She's not playing fair there.

Vanessa, there's no
one playing games here.

When you're done with your

show, you'll realize
that there are

who are there to help you.

For real, who the fuck
do you think you are?

I don't think it's necessary
to antagonize you.

For the one you
wanted to smear with

your lies then good
news: it didn't work.

Maryse...
It's not just you who's in pain.

We too miss your father.

We've all lost someone.

It would be fun if this

pain too, you hear.

What were we saying
already, Hélène?

We were talking about your daughter.

Yeah, someone told me you were

having trouble deciding
on the memorial?

Let's say the city
council is divided.

Yeah, I might have the solution

to help you make a decision.

Everyone's name would be here.

Oh.

OK. Mmm.

Mmm, it's beautiful.

It's good, huh? Yeah.

But how much will it cost

us for the royalties for that?

Ah, that, I'll let you

negotiate that
directly with her.

(Laurence): So, see you again

for the follow-up in ten days?

Have a good evening. Thanks.

(groan)

(cough)

(groans)

What do you want?

I would like you to
explain this to me.

What?

The other time, at the church.

You were there, you weren't there anymore.

You were...

I do not understand.
I do not understand.

We will have had a little
fun together, that's all.

A bit of fun?

A bit of fun.

I've been thinking a lot
since my father died, then...

...I don't know if
you realized while

we were having
sex, he was dying.

You were always free to do what

you wanted, I never forced you.

There, I just want to have
peace and consecrate my camp.

Can you at least give me that?

Don't worry, I'll let you go.

One day, you will
understand that

every gesture has consequences.

Well yes, huh, coudonc.

Sometimes, we regret
them, but it is too late.

Is that what I am for you?
A regret?

It made me trip...
that you and me...

Ark, no, fuck off.
For real, no.

I don't know what I found you.

But it's gone.

You're just an empty shell now.

It's pity.

It's better for her.

It's better for her.

(small strokes)

Lawrence?

Hey, I was looking for you everywhere.

Lucky my secretary
saw you just passing by.

I... think I have a
problem, Toussaint.

I need...

I walk on pills to

get through my days.

I suspected it.

I'm in love, but I'm not blind.

I could be wrong
treating a patient,

do you imagine?

I may have already been wrong.

I think about that all the time.

I am unable to stop.

Looked.

You've had a lot on your
shoulders for a month.

We'll get you some help, okay?

We'll find you a program,

something, count on me.

Come with me, I'll take you back.

Are you in love?

With whom?

When I look at it, I find

it quickly as it can not be.

Mmm.

Two months later. Mmm.

Do you think about it sometimes?

What?

What would have happened if...

...we arrived faster?

Old question. Same answer.

Sometimes...

I put the barrel of my gun in my

mouth just to see
what it tastes like.

It tastes like metal,
without drawing.

Then don't tell me
things the same

because I would have to
report you to the sergeant.

Vic.

Look at me.

We all do it at some point.

We can't do our job
without thinking about it.

This is not possible.

But...

if you need to
talk, to evacuate,

there are resources, then...

...it starts with me.

Do you know...

I will call the help line first.

Oh...

(laughs)

Frankly.

I would tell you about it.

Promised.

Everyone says you're leaving.

Are you going to sell your ski-doo?

I might be interested.

I'm going to cuddle him in
the bottom of the lake before.

As you wish.

I've been thinking a lot since
you spoke the other night.

It's true that I didn't
give you a chance.

No one here has offered

you help since you came back,

but...

you were never strong
enough to ask for help.

Then before you
leave for the city...

you were the
type to piss us off.

Sure, you were

using me as a rug esti.

The rest of us?
Who are you talking about?

You, your brother, your gang.

You looked down on
us, me, then my family.

What are you talking about?

Come on, it's been 30 years.

Have you ever noticed how those

who have ever been bullied

when they were
young never forget?

Then that those who harassed,

them, forget quickly
and for good?

Hey, man, if it's true what
you're saying, I apologize.

Honestly, I don't remember.

That's it.

2000 for.

Deal.

I'm going to bring
it to you tomorrow.

You will send the money to Simone.

I spoke with Daniel.

You start in two sleeps, then

you'll be responsible
for two aisles.

Of them? Mmm, mmm.

I only had one before.

(phone ringing) Are
you going to answer?

(alarm)

Are you going?

Hello?

Hello, Danahée, it's Antoine.

Who is it? Where are you?

In my office.

Is this a good time?

When are you coming to see me?

Hopefully soon.

You're doing good, honey?

Yes. I start working again.

Then I will have two aisles.

Then mom takes me
to Montreal to shop.

To Montreal?
Well, that's great.

Danahée, can I talk to your
mother for two seconds?

We're going to chat right after.

Mom, Antoine wants to talk to you.

(whispered): Tell
him I'm not here.

Mom says she's not here.

(laughs)

I got you.

Mmm...

Well, then, tell me.

There, you have two aisles?

(together): One, two.

Three...

The chairs have
come to the ground.

They will always stay there.

Nobody will move them.

They represent...

the duty of remembrance
towards our deceased.

I'm really proud of you.

Your mom is right, you really

had a good idea, my dear.

Are we going to

find Léonie's chair?

Come on.

Come.

Nice therapy, all that.

How are you?

There are missing
people that I miss.

To us too.

How are you feeling?

Do you know that it was
your drawing that inspired us?

Thanks.

Thanks.

It's fun.

Are you happy?

Really.

(knocks on the door)

Are you coming for dinner?

I'm not hungry, mom.

Because Eric is leaving?

For business, I wasn't
as fast as your father.

You can not understand.

Oh no?

What?

That you thought you loved a
married man too old for you?

What crazy things
have you done for him?

What regrets do you have?

I don't know what you said to

yourself before
your father died,

but you are my daughter then I

want to be able to
continue to love you.

But I wouldn't be able to if I

found out you broke her heart.

That bit over there,
keep it to yourself, okay?

You've felt sorry
for yourself enough.

I give you a week

to clean up your head

then decide what you
want to do with your life.

We'll make a plan for
you to make things happen.

One week, Nessa. No more.

You are coming for supper.

In my house, we
don't waste food.

(noisy exhalation)

Uh, I wish my sister was

there, but babies being born,

apparently it's more
important than the rest of us.

Anyway, she would
probably have found

me cheap with my
little sparkling juice.

But in a year, if we're
still here, I promise you:

we are going to celebrate in style.

That, I you...

No, don't cry!

No, I wanted to tell you that I

love you, that I'm proud of us,

then that alone, I would
not have been able.

Uh...

Eric?

You shouldn't be here.

I won't break up your
party for long. I am leaving.

Then, uh, I'm not coming back.

Before I left, I
realized that there's

something I didn't
do, something that...

Something I should have
done right away when...

... right after.

Eric. No, that's correct.
Leave him.

I apologize, I apologize, uh,

for all the harm she has done.

Then for everything
you've been through

and then, uh,
everything you've lost.

Having known that...

That...

To have known.

No no.

It's not true that he's
going to win this too.

It's not "his" day, it's ours.

At our coop! To Maryse!

At the coop!

Maryse! To Maryse!

Well, we didn't think that...

(laughs, indistinct words)

Danahée?

(whispers)

It's not okay?

I'm afraid.

(whispering): But I'm
here. Come with me.

OK?

I'm here.

(tears)

You're good?

(tears)

(deep breath)

Eric!

How are you leaving?

Are you going to
hitchhike on the freeway?

You will not be on my territory.
They'll give you a ticket.

I'm going to get
a lift well before.

Hey, Eric!

(door opening and closing)

You know, uh, there's still

a lot of stuff that bothers me.

Like how come Audrey skipped

her mark despite her medication?

Two letters that do
not say the same thing.

One that belongs to her
daughter who asks for

forgiveness and then
is filled with sweetness;

the other filled with hate:

she will make everyone
pay, starting with Maryse.

Weapons she shouldn't
have had then...

For a whim, you

practiced quite a bit, huh?

But it's always like
that with shootings.

If we don't catch
the unsub alive,

we're just left
guessing afterwards.

We think we're emotional,

but we don't have a confession.

It's tiring in crisis,
that, to have

just questions then no answers.

Are Audrey's weapons Guy's?

Did you get them from Vanessa?

You are completely crazy. Hey!

Look at me, okay.

You couldn't have known she
was going to shoot everyone.

You just couldn't handle his

mental illness
anymore, I know that.

The plan, there, it

was that it draws, it?

That's it?

Fuck you!

(wind blowing)

Embark!

No.

Send up, I tell you.
Where are you going?

Montreal. Go on!

Well, if you want
to take forever

to hike to Montreal,
that's up to you.

It heals well.
You can get dressed.

I will check with
the physio clinic

of Mont-Laurier if
there would not be a...

Do you have any pills
to help me sleep too?

Then to help me forget, then...

(sigh)

(tears)

Then to help me have an abortion.

Are you serious?

Yes.

(tears)

Since when?

(sigh)

For about 40 days, I don't know.

Can I ask you who it is?

No.

No.

You did the right
thing, Vanessa, um.

You're not alone anymore,
I'm going to help you.

(tears)

Sent! What are you waiting for?

Try to give me a good

reason not to give you one.

Oh yes! We're going to
talk about real business.

You know that when you first

saw me, after Maryse hired me,

you knew you were
gonna kick me out.

It was you who quit.

It's just you who knew that

I worked for your brother

before he was arrested for

his stories of
construction fraud.

Me, I never said anything
to anyone in the village, OK.

I know what it's like,
dragging family shame.

But you were afraid that I would speak.

You secretly fucked
one of my employees.

The daughter of
another of my employees.

What was I supposed to do?

Mind your own business.
Your daughter's age.

Give me patience
with your morals, there!

What you did to me played
a role in Audrey's slip.

Don't pitch me your dirty laundry.

Maybe she was the one
who fired, but it was you...

Me who what? Oh...

Fuck you!

It wouldn't tempt
you sometimes to

admit that there
aren't just the others

who are responsible
for your misfortunes?

Looser estie.

You see, the trick is not to
anticipate the kick of the gun, okay?

OK.
Then breathe between strokes.

(shot)

Oh! Oh that's cool!

Oh, it's fun!

(shot)

Come away!

(shot)

Yes! It's nice.

(small laughs)

It's exceptional that a
community recovers like that.

Well, let's say it's
never guaranteed.

Hmm. Bend or break?

It's the only 2 choices for

people who live such dramas.

We are looking for a
recipe: there is none.

There are just people
doing what they can.

Then all around,
there are the voyeurs.

Coming back to Lac Sabin,
what does it feel like to you?

It's mixed. Sweet, bitter.

Feels like I did
a good job, but...

...also regret for what I

should have done otherwise.

After all these
years of doing your

job, what is the
lesson or learning

that you had the most
difficulty integrating

personally and
communicating to others?

Hmm.

There's no shame in
clinging to your grief.

As long as we are still able to

leave room for...
something else,

to other emotions.

This is well said.

It is especially long
and hard to learn.

Are there people
from the village

who stayed in touch with you?

(noisy exhalation)

Well, I think that if we got
to these kinds of questions,

it's because everything that
was important has been said, huh?

Thanks. It is I who thank you.

So, have a good day.
Good evening!

(door opening)

(door closing)

What are you
going to do with him?

I will forget it.

Is it true that Eric is missing?

Does it matter that he is found?

No.

You know, sometimes,

there, a bad conscience,

it is the best justice.

In any case, it is certainly

the best font, that's for sure.

The poets say that we die twice:

when we die and
when we are forgotten.

Done as the
matter of the letter.

HM hm.

The one that named me but no

one ever wanted to show me...

It's true?

Do you really
want me to tell you?

Nope!

The people of Lac
Sabin do not forget.

They persist and endure.

They embody resilience.

That's good.

Because... I didn't mean to.

They materialize an
expression that has

become common in the
mouths of people here.

"Courage calls for courage."

Here you go! Very good.

(laughs, indistinct words)

Yes. Which one is it?
It's him.

(bird chirping)

Hi! Hi!

Hi!

Watercress.

Uh, eighteen.

(indistinct words)

(tears)

(deep inspiration
and expiration)

You're great!

(without sound)

Father!

(weapon loading clicks)

Calm?

Flat, you mean.

No, I like them the same.

(shooting, shouting)

(We after us, The
Boulay sisters)

What will be left
of us after us?

What will be left
of us after us?

What will be left
of us after us?

(vocalizations)

Am I the only one to see
That the places are emptying?

And that by dint of believing

We are without law, nor God

How do we know

Where are the heavens leading us?

The ceilings are mirrors
that swallow the blue

I was not told that
when I arrived here

I wouldn't feel
like I was coming

I was not told that
once I arrived here

I'll have nowhere left to go

What will be left
of us after us?

What will be left
of us after us?

(vocalizations)

Subtitling: MELS