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- Welcome, your excellency.

Our chaplain.

- The confession will take place in the chapel.

He's a very sick man.

The doctor doesn't hold out much hope.

I'll leave you here, your excellency.

- I thought this was a private meeting.

- Think of the words of the prophet Isaiah.

"Thy will speak he that opens the door

to the house of his prisoners."

Please, don't deprive them

of your blessing, your excellency.

- Amen.

- Amen.

- Where is he?

Amen.

- When was your last confession?

Your chaplain said you had an important confession to make.

He spoke of peace and of forgiveness.

- The days are pretty long here.

I've had time to learn both words.

- Can we proceed?

You have changed.

A lot.

- Okay, lights.

Now!

- We did some acting together.

Back at the boys school.

- Those are memories long forgotten.

That was before the trial.

And all the lies.

Before they found me guilty of murder.

- I have very little time at my disposal.

- Father.

I'm about to commit the sin of revenge.

- What was that?

- There's gonna be sacrilege.

- Easy, easy.

Chaplain!

- There's gonna be lots of forbidden memories.

And remorse.

- I hardly see how I can right

the wrongs of the judicial system.

I am a bishop.

You should speak to a judge.

Chaplain!

Chaplain, the door is stuck!

- It's not stuck.

Guard!

- Bribed.

- I came to hear your confession.

Your chaplain spoke of forgiveness.

- It was very brave of you to come here today.

In 1912, we were rehearsing

The Life and Death of Saint Sebastian.

Father Saint Michel's last production of the school.

Remember?

I was cast as the saint.

The saint's friend was played by Count Vallier de Tilly.

Remember the day you were late for rehearsal?

Enjoy the show.

Bishop Bilodeau.

- Caesar said take him to Apollo's wood.

Tie him to the trunk of the finest bay tree.

Then let your arrows fly into his naked body

until your quivers are empty.

Yes, my dear friend.

Yes, my archers.

That is my desire.

It shall be beautiful.

It shall be beautiful.

- Caesar said then cut his beautiful locks

that I may shed my tears upon them.

- Where is your love for me?

You love me, yet you do not exalt in my mystery.

I say unto you I shall be reborn.

- My lord, we shall be killing our love.

- If you do truly love me,

if you do truly love me...

Isn't somebody supposed to tie me up?

- The archers.

- So where are they?

- They're late.

- And aren't they the ones who were

supposed to shoot the arrows at me too?

- Yes, but I haven't decided

how we're gonna manage the arrows.

That's a minute detail.

Vallier, please.

- 22 arrows shot at someone from 10 feet away?

You call that a detail?

- You said the same thing last year

about Saint Alphonsus' ascension.

The poor martyr ended up at the infirmary

because the doors of Heaven refused to open.

- Carry on.

- Okay, but what about the arrows?

- Carry on.

- Each man must kill his love,

that it may be reborn seven times more ardent.

Oh my archers, archers.

If you do truly love me, let your love

be known unto me by the pain of your arrows.

- That's when his friend throws himself

upon his master's body.

- How?

- Languorously.

- What do you mean?

- Like Mary Magdalene upon Jesus.

Like Lazarus upon our Lord.

I meant Lazarus after his resurrection.

You fell on him like a corpse.

- Are you sure people around here are gonna like this?

Boys caressing each other and smooching on stage?

- There's been a revival of romanticism all over the world.

Why not do Roberval?

I want to show people that a man's yearnings have no limit.

I want them to see that a man can reject

established order and assert his right to subjectivity.

On stage one can be in love,

jealous, insane,

tyrannical, possessed.

- One can kill and feel no remorse.

- That will be all for today.

- Already?

- They're waiting for me in the Brother Superior's office.

A meeting with some of the parents.

We'll rehearse this scene again tomorrow.

What are you doing?

Untie me.

- Thus I rush towards you and, as if driven

by your fiery passion hitherto unknown to me,

I press your body to mine.

- That's enough fooling around.

- Tell me that you love me.

- I feel good when I'm with you.

- Tell me that you love me.

- I hate it when you act like a girl.

I told you.

I feel good when I'm with you.

Over the quaking of my soul.

I can feel my soul in a streak right down

to the tips of its most hidden roots.

My friend.

Do you have your bow?

Press it to my lips before you draw it.

May it touch my lips

and my soul.

- That's enough!

- Your excellency. - If you let me out

of here I won't mention

your involvement in all of this.

- You can't betray a man's confession.

Confession?

This is a masquerade.

Let me remind you of your vows.

- I took a vow of truth.

- That's enough!

- That's enough.

That's enough!

- What's the matter, Bilodeau?

- My mother doesn't want me in the play anymore.

- It's a sad day in the life of the theater.

- The more acting you do, the sicker you get.

- Who's sick?

- God made it rain fire and brimstone on Sodom and Gomorrah.

He said I don't ever wanna see another man

do that thing 'cause the same terrible

punishment will happen to him.

Because of you and Father Saint Michel's plays,

this town could become another Sodom and Gomorrah.

- Piss off and leave us alone.

- You're making a caricature out of me.

- Lily white has corrupted your soul.

- My name is Vallier.

- His lily white lordship shows up here

without a cent, he gets the priest to pay

for his education, and he steals our friends.

- Go play somewhere else.

- I used to admire you, Simon.

I was ready to go to the seminary with you.

My mother says you're so beautiful only a saint

could be that beautiful, but nobody suspects.

- Suspects what?

- The two of you.

Your rehearsals in the attic with the door locked.

Your midnight swims, your hikes in the woods.

You're in love with Vallier.

- Take that back.

- You're in love with lily white!

Grab his arms!

- What? - Grab his arms!

- I'm bleeding.

You're scaring me!

I don't wanna be sick like the two of you.

- I'm gonna give you a taste of Hell.

- No!

- It shall be beautiful.

- No!

I don't want, I don't want!

- The darkest steps!

I call upon your terrible love!

Again, your terrible love!

- Oh children.

We are going to have an opening night

the likes of which has never been seen in Roberval.

These productions are so audacious.

Such a divine way to break the monotony.

Aren't you gonna say good afternoon to me, Mr. Bilodeau?

I think he's still caught up in his part.

But does that mean the archers

are gonna be martyred as well?

Oh Father Saint Michel is so ingenious,

he's not afraid to break all the theatrical conventions.

What a strange young man.

- Good day, mother.

- Good day, my son the Count.

It's a shame to stay cooped up inside

on a day like today.

The Mediterranean is such a glorious blue.

- You mean the lake.

- They say a Parisian woman

is about to arrive in a balloon.

- A Parisian?

In a balloon?

- Mmm hm.

A real Parisian.

- You mean the kind one sees in one's dreams?

- No Vallier, the kind one sees in Paris.

Roberval has survived an unexpected

visit from Thomas Edison.

A visit from Queen Victoria's sons.

And then the Russian Tsar.

Why not a woman in a balloon?

They say she's a descendant of the Pilatre de Rozier,

the inventor of the aerostat.

Apparently the hotel has asked her

to come for publicity purposes.

Come.

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- I'm the only one who can save him.

I know he's gonna suffer.

Lord.

Please don't be too hard on him.

- Come on!

- Do you remember Edison?

And the Tsar?

- No.

Lydie-Anne de Rozier's balloon?

- No.

You must remember Hotel Roberval.

You worked there.

Gentlemen.

Let's refresh his memory.

- My name is Jean Bilodeau.

I was born in 1894 in Roberval

on the shore of Lac Saint Jean.

Famous for its golden waters.

Roberval was a typical French-Canadian village.

Proud of its parish church, its convent, its little harbor.

It's a boy school where Simon and I were best friends.

I was very young when I decided to become a priest.

The days went by without incident, without tragedy.

Until those French aristocrats

from another era settled in town.

Then came the opening of the hotel.

With its rich and immoral guests.

I'll never forget the arrival

of that woman in a balloon.

Never.

- Watch out, mother.

Whoa, whoa!

Now what's going on here?

- Good day, Mr. Doucet.

- Good day, Countess.

- They say she's from Paris.

- Really my friend, can't you ask them to clear the way?

- Right away sir.

- It's for ouananiche fishing isn't it?

- Ah, a connoisseur.

- It's beautiful.

Thank you.

Are you staying at the hotel?

- Oh no, we live here.

We've been here for the last two years.

- Oh.

I am Baroness Sylvia de Hue.

My husband, Baron Geoffrey de Hue.

- Count Vallier de Tilly.

- And a great tragic actor.

- Countess Maire Laure de Tilly.

Baron and Baroness de Hue.

A pleasure to meet you.

- Pleasure is mine.

Have you come from Paris?

- We've been traveling for almost two weeks.

- I can't wait to hear your news about my husband.

- Mother.

- Do I know him?

- Well everyone in Paris knows him.

- Mr. Doucet, what did they say?

- We have to wait until the balloon's landed.

- Your driver's son also a talented actor, Baroness.

I saw them rehearsing the school play

and it seemed so bold and so, so modern.

Vallier was reciting love.

Love.

And Simon, your son Mr. Doucet,

was passionately kissing the young Bilodeau boy.

Mother!

Oh I probably got the lines all wrong.

- He was standing very close and speaking to him.

But the poor saint could barely hear him

through the clamor of the celestial voices,

so the archer had to bend over him to make himself heard.

- We can't be talking about the same scene.

Are you simply trying to minimize

the intensity of Father Saint Michel's stage?

- Mother-

- Oooh, Simon was kissing the young Bilodeau boy

with a passion that would make

all the ladies in Roberval blush!

Good heavens.

With envy.

Oooh.

Ah.

- Where's Simon?

The parents insist,

your play has been canceled!

My decision is final!

- The repudiation of the rational.

The intoxication of the divine.

The revolution of the sacred.

Released from the constraints of the scriptures.

- Simon!

- I don't understand.

- Simon!

Simon!

- I never led your father to the attic.

- Where were you then?

- In the cloakroom.

- So you admit you were at the school that day,

at the trial.

You claimed you were at home, sick.

Hello.

Are we going to the party?

- Excuse me, sir?

Um, they say that you're a doctor.

- I am.

- Yeah, well I'd like to see you.

For a consultation.

- A consultation?

- Yeah, see,

I only got one doctor and he's getting pretty old

and he can't keep his mouth shut.

Bravo.

- Oh thank god.

Three times a day?

- Apply it wherever scabs have been formed.

- How much do I owe you?

- Your father did this to you didn't he?

- No, you see I was, I tripped on some barbed wire

and I fell off a horse, on some barbed wire,

and I was just going so fast

that I kept rolling over and over.

- And you only have cuts on your back?

- Look, I have to go.

- You can tell me the truth.

- Ah, the tyranny of the truth.

- Mademoiselle de Rozier.

- Baron, must you doctors always tell the truth?

"I'll be frank, you have a year left to live,

your sickness is incurable."

It's only a matter of time until the patient

sinks into despair, defeat, and prayer.

While a tiny little lie in your part

could brighten up their dying days.

Mademoiselle de Rozier, Simon Doucet.

- Hi.

- Allow me to say, young man,

that you're a very bad liar.

That's a pity.

With your good looks you could be devastating.

Young man, why are you hiding the cause of your wounds?

- What happened to me is none of your business.

It might spoil your lovely vacation, mademoiselle.

- I'll see you in the dining room, mademoiselle.

Good evening, Mr. Doucet.

- I have to go.

- The evening breeze?

What a splendid idea.

I got that aerostat in exchange for a few white lies.

I call it Destiny.

If my balloon can ever be of any use

to you, I'd be delighted.

- If I were to take a ride in your balloon,

it would be to get away from this place forever.

- Good evening, madam.

Hello Simon.

- You're interrupting, young man.

- I'm sorry.

What are you doing here?

I stopped by your house twice.

Your father told me you were sick.

- I wasn't sick.

- Your father was lying?

- You see, mademoiselle?

My father's a better liar than me.

- You don't seem to understand my philosophy, Simon.

Shortly after landing here I met the Countess de Tilly.

She asked whether by chance

I had met her husband in France.

Then she told me she'd be waiting

for word from him for about two years now.

I was touched.

- People around here think it's pretty funny

the way she takes her shack for a castle.

- I lied to her.

"Goodness, what a coincidence.

I met your husband in some of the most

fashionable salons in Paris."

I dug up some gossip about a few

old fallen barons and dead viscountesses

forging some utopian revolution.

"Your husband will be coming to get you soon."

You should've seen the look on her face.

Her smile.

- I'm her son!

- Her happiness will last as long as this lie.

Unless of course you insist upon distressing her.

- I'd like to talk to you in private, Simon.

- Don't touch me!

Simon!

I'm telling you, this is no place for beggars.

Waiter.

I need your help.

- Why did you ridicule my mother?

Did you set that fire at the train station last night?

- After the beating I got, it's lucky

the whole town didn't burn down.

- Let's go to the attic.

- It's over.

The attic, the hayloft, the lake.

Don't you understand?

It's time for me to start thinking about girls.

I hate it when you cry.

- Mademoiselle de Rozier wants you

to join her for a Cognac.

When you're married to some fat local girl

and have to spend your life shoveling

sheep shit to feed your 14 kids,

remember the chance you had here.

Here I am.

As arranged.

- What?

Didn't we agree that you'd

join me after your conversation?

- I never said that.

- Whether it's true or false, I did wait.

- So am I supposed to feel happy now?

Like the Countess?

I don't like going around talking about people.

- What I dislike the most about this one horse town

is no one ever says anything bad about anyone.

Everyone here's so good.

So kind.

So absolutely generous.

- We can't afford to spend all day gossiping.

We got work to do.

- Except for you.

You have the hands of a gentleman.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- They're so soft and silky.

I like your adolescent manner.

Awkward, but passionate.

I like the look in your eyes.

In fact, I like everything about you.

I'd even let you spoil my vacation.

- I'm sure you wouldn't like my back.

- Would you like me to apply this?

What did you do to deserve such punishment?

- I kissed

someone.

- Such intolerance.

And this someone you kissed was the Countess's son?

- Not so hard.

It hurts.

- He's very seductive.

Which is more than one can say

for the young girls around here.

- Oh there's lots of pretty girls around here, mademoiselle.

And they don't have to wear a suit of armor

around their middles to look thin.

Ow!

I said not so hard.

- You're obviously not used to talking to women.

You have a most unusual approach to seduction.

So then, did you kiss that young man?

- No.

- I can tell you're lying.

- I'll show you if I'm lying.

He's gonna break down the door!

Chaplain, do something!

Your excellency, please!

- Let me out of here!

- I'll handle this.

- I said-

- Someone should lock the door!

- Let me out of here!

- Lights!

- Our show is not over.

- I promise, I'll forget everything that has gone on here.

You're all the victims of a sick man's imagination.

- I believe Simon's story.

- Oh yes.

Whenever he and Vallier met,

there were dirigibles in sunset.

And the sweet sound of the boys choir filled the air.

- The show is not over.

- Please.

Go back to the confessional.

I can't guarantee your safety much longer.

- What did he do to cast a spell over you like this?

- He told us his story.

- Simon chose us one by one.

- These are the men they keep separate in the yard.

The ones they spend away from the dining hall.

The ones they piss on.

- You have no idea how hard we worked

to prepared all this.

Corsets are forbidden here.

We might take the laces and hang ourselves.

- Dying is forbidden here.

- Guess we better not tell you

the favors we did for certain guards.

- Simon may have stretched the truth

a bit about his love story, but

it's so beautiful.

- For your own salvation,

let me leave.

- For our what?

- Hey!

Hey hey!

- Simon, stop him!

Stop him!

Simon, do something!

- I beg you!

He's gonna kill him!

- Okay, stop!

Stop!

- One more outburst like that,

I will call this whole thing off!

- I want you to admit what you did.

- We were children.

Why revive all this now?

Babylon, the great city of sin and lust.

I saw the saint set fire to the fallen city.

Babylon, mother of all abominations.

I saw the women drunken

with the sacred blood of the martyr.

Dear Lord, I ask you to save Simon.

Not to take him away from us.

- Waiter!

Look!

We haven't caught a thing.

- The Montaneis say that when ouananiche swim

downstream after spawning, they're greedy for the bait.

- Oh.

Tell me Vallier, do the Catholics

around here spawn on Sunday?

- I don't think so.

Then these fish are definitely Catholics.

Vallier?

You're not listening.

After our engagement party

we'll fly in Destiny to Quebec.

From there we'll take the ship to.

The summer went by so fast.

- It's splendid.

Thank you.

Um, I have to go

help bring in the hay.

- I thought we could go for a ride.

- I'll, I'll see you tomorrow.

You look really beautiful today.

- No dancing tonight huh?

- You are my first love.

And you shall always remain so.

I compose you.

I recreate you.

I bring you to life.

You should've slept in the south wing tonight.

- We have a south wing?

- I've decided to call it the wing of hope.

Tomorrow the architects are coming

to see about the north wing.

It must be ready before you father returns.

I was thinking of calling it the wing of the homecoming.

- I need to sleep.

I'm exhausted.

- I've noticed your hands at dinner.

They're beginning to look like the hands of a laborer.

- I've noticed yours as well.

You come right from your gardening

with your hands all scraped,

your face stained, grit in your mouth.

- I'm glad the convent's on fire.

Love the view of our manor house.

- I'll tell you why I spend so much time on the lake.

If you promise not to scream.

- As if I constantly went around screaming.

- I've been working as a fishing guy.

- And you expect me not to scream?

- I beg of you.

- How can you expect a mother

to calmly accept that her son,

an aristocrat, is working?

Working?

The most vile, the most infamous, of all occupations?

You're a coward.

You're a coward like your...

- Would you mind repeating what you just said?

- You made me angry, I...

- Say it again.

- Who would dare claim that your father is a coward?

- A man who abandoned his wife and his son

without a cent in this remote region of Canada.

A man who didn't contact his family once in two years.

He is a coward.

A coward like all men.

- You too speak with the voice of anger.

But I prefer to believe what you wrote.

- What do you mean?

- In two weeks I'm leaving for the seminary.

- In two weeks I'm leaving for Paris.

- Don't go with the Babylonian.

- What?

- Come with me to the seminary.

- I wanted to put it back, but inadvertently

the word love caught my eye

and I understood immediately it was a letter to your father.

- Where is it?

Where is the letter?

- Praising the man of your life is overwhelming.

"You are my first love.

You shall always remain so.

I compose you.

I recreate you.

I bring you to life.

I kill you.

And resuscitate you.

And I miss you.

I miss your eyes of onyx.

Your skin of marble."

"My lips stumble on your name

For they have lost the habit of calling you.

My hands reach out in the hope of your return.

And I feel nothing but muddy tears.

I love you.

And I shall wait for you forever."

Do you think he'll return?

That fire.

That fire's a sign that he's suffering.

- But why associate this fire with your father?

Vallier, I see something in your eyes

other than a feeling of love.

- I'm in love with Simon.

- Don't be ashamed.

- I thought you would be shocked.

I wanted to hear it from your lips.

One must never confuse nobility

and love,

state of the mind,

and the state of the soul.

I have no one but you to cherish.

Goodnight, mother.

- Vallier.

We must attend Simon's engagement party.

- Why?

- To see whether he is the coward you say he is.

- Then he took me into his arms as though

he'd already held hundreds of women prisoner that way.

Goodness.

We were swept away in a torrent of embraces,

and so we stayed entangled in each other's arms.

I've traveled around the world

and I finally found love.

Here in Roberval.

- How marvelous.

- May God grant you a long and happy

life together and many children.

Yes.

- Well thank god mosquito season's over.

I thought they were going to devour Simon and me.

- Did you hear that, Sylvia?

Mademoiselle de Rozier seems to share

your aversion to mosquitoes.

Sylvia.

- What?

I'm trying to imagine how someone

managed to catch this enormous ouananiche.

In your opinion, did the man use

a Winchester-made fly, or a Boston nymph?

I'm tired of all these ouananiche.

Simon, never allow Lydie Anne to touch a fishing rod.

- There's nothing in the world

like a vigorous struggle with the ouananiche.

Oh.

Heavens.

- Dear Lydie-Anne.

Dear Simon.

Please accept these lilies.

The symbol of virginity and innocence.

The symbol of the French monarchy.

Cruel emblem branded into the flesh

of prisoners convicted with infamous crimes.

The symbol-

- Thank you, Countess.

- I wish you both all the happiness you deserve.

- Didn't they have lilies at Mr. Scott's funeral yesterday?

- You're my guest, Countess.

- Please.

- Champagne, Countess?

Champagne, Baroness?

- Ah, forgive me.

I was still on the lake.

- My son tells me he spent long days

with you on the Mediterranean.

- The Mediterranean?

- I invite you all to end the evening at our manor house,

to celebrate my son's birthday.

- Your manor house.

- Near the streets of Gibraltar.

On St. Joseph Street, across from the ruins.

- Which ruins?

Roberval is in the process

of disappearing beneath its ashes.

- Simon.

You look preoccupied.

- Poor lad hasn't said a word all evening.

- I suppose he's saying goodbye to his bachelor days.

- Goodbye to attics, goodbye to haylofts,

goodbye to midnight swims.

- Can I talk to you for a minute?

Why do you have to keep talking about my past?

- Is that all you have to say?

- It's our engagement party, let's enjoy it.

- How?

By trying to remember that you once kissed me

but always in public places?

- Not so loud.

- I'd like you to know that a measly

five seconds here and there over the past

three months hardly constitute a good time.

Monsieur has his sudden urges to grow hay.

I would have never guessed

that hay grows so fast in Canada.

If my calculations are correct,

you've mowed the same acre three times this month.

Not to mention wild raspberries,

the strawberries, the blueberries,

the chokecherries and the Juneberries.

The way you've been going at it

there can't be a berry left within miles.

Show me your hands.

Show me your hands!

They're still so soft.

So silky.

- Why can't you just have a good time like everybody else?

- Since when is everybody having a good time?

- Here, I've got one here.

- Lydie.

I'm your man now.

- This way, Vallier.

- Simon!

- Goodness!

- I am Caesar.

Before me stands the fair Sebastian

who prefers another religion to mine.

Don't make a fool of yourself, Vallier.

- I thought I could entertain your guests.

Come on, Vallier.

Stop.

- Go ahead, Simon.

Play your part.

- We're finally going to see the play!

- Greetings, beautiful young man.

By my crown, I swear I do love you too.

May the merciful gods preserve

your beauty for the emperor.

- May the merciful gods preserve

your beauty for the emperor.

- I want to crown you before all the gods.

- Caesar.

I am already wearing a crown.

- I see no crown.

- You cannot see it, my lord,

although you have the eyes of a lynx.

- Speak.

Have I not rewarded you with all of the honors,

benefits, ornaments, hours of glory and prestigious arms?

- Yes, my lord.

You have been most generous with me.

- I want to crown Sebastian.

And crown myself with him.

- Tell him to get out of here, Simon!

If I don't leave, will you beat me too?

- For Christ's sake!

Please, will you calm yourself?

- Get him out of here!

Goddammit!

Get him out!

- Simon.

Go pack your bags.

We're leaving at dawn.

I'm stupid and sad.

I'm in love.

For now I actually know.

Love is the worst of lies one can tell oneself.

- What you're saying is very moving.

What part do you play?

- The woman betrayed, Countess.

In the theater, one laughs at the betrayed woman.

- Oh.

- I'm just expressing my pain,

something no one here seems to understand.

- On the contrary.

You are disarmingly convincing.

- Why don't we talk about your pain, madam?

It's not obvious,

but everyone around here makes fun of it.

They prefer to say you're crazy.

- Pardon me?

- I met your husband in Lyon.

He never believed in royalist revolution.

- What did you say?

- He was the one who suggested

I visit this godforsaken place.

He told me about the lake

and the hotel

without ever mentioning your existence.

He had me to dinner with his charming young wife.

And their delightful little girl.

- No.

- Shall I have told you the truth

so that we can see your pain and make fun of it?

Shall I have told you the truth

that all men are liars?

That I too was lying.

Do I still?

- Are you all right, mother?

Perhaps she was lying.

- I shall sail for Paris in the morning.

- Don't you listen when we talk to you, Lord?

What's the point of praying?

What's the point of suffering

if you don't even listen to us?

He can't leave with the Babylonian!

It's all gonna be your fault, you hear me?

Your fault!

- Happy birthday. - A bath tub.

He was heavier than that.

- What?

- Vallier.

He was heavier than that man.

- I, I forgot to wish you happy birthday

back at the hotel,

and I'll be leaving early tomorrow morning.

- You're gonna be happy with Lydie-Anne.

She's got character.

She's beautiful and rich.

I envy you.

- She's always correcting my accent,

teaching me new words.

But I don't think I love her the way I should.

- It's normal to be nervous about it.

You didn't know many women before her.

- Do you want me to wash your back?

- Get out of here.

- Yes.

- We'll never see each other again.

Trips from Roberval to Paris are few and far between.

If I judge by my father, they're very very rare indeed.

Say it.

What I feel for you

is stronger than what I feel for Lydie-Anne.

- No!

We're never gonna see each other again!

Say it.

- I love you.

- I love you.

- Yes.

Not again.

Won't we ever get to see the end?

Hmm?

You stop at the same point every time.

Oh, and this kiss.

Love.

Love.

- Are you sure?

- We want nothing more.

- I shall be reborn.

- I shall be reborn.

My breath in the heavens bear witness.

We shall be free.

- Glorious and free on the high seas.

- Oh beloved, if you do truly love me,

let your love be known unto me.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

- I can't keep up with you!

- Where's she taking us?

- The hour has come for me to return to Paris.

Mother.

- I love the smell.

- What are we doing here?

- You are the only one who has ever

loved me in my entire life.

- Can love be that powerful?

- Look what your beloved Simon is giving up for you.

Your every move must be merciless.

Steady and precise.

Don't cry.

We have to take leave of each other someday.

It's the law of nature.

Don't cry.

Will you never get rid of this habit?

I leave you the manor house,

all our land,

and the Mediterranean.

Don't spoil my legacy.

Play the part.

Play the part.

- I'll play the part.

I'll play the part like you.

I got you.

Open the door, Simon!

- Don't answer.

Everybody's looking for the two of you!

There isn't much time, we've got to escape!

Open the door!

- What do you want now?

- I've got a buggy.

I know a place where we can hide out for a few days.

The train to Quebec city passes real close to there.

We can jump on one of the cars.

Get up, Vallier!

- Who's looking for us?

- Just about the whole town.

The police found out you set all those fires.

- What?

- And when they find out about your mother...

- What do you know about that?

- Where I'm taking you, no one will ever find us.

There's a little stream.

There's pheasants and foxes,

like the Garden of Eden.

- We have to get out of here.

Hurry up.

We'll go out the back door.

- I'm so glad to be your friend again.

We're gonna pray so hard.

We're gonna tell each other all our bad thoughts.

- Hurry up!

- I'm not going to the seminary anymore.

It's more important to dedicate my life to a saint.

Give me a kiss.

A little saint's kiss.

- You're sick.

Never, Bilodeau.

- What did you say?

- Never!

Then the two of you can rot in Hell!

Hey!

Bilodeau, stop!

- Bilodeau! - Open the door!

Open the door, let us out!

Open the door!

Bilodeau, open the door!

Let us out.

Let us out!

- It was Simon who set the fire!

It was Simon who set the fire!

It was Simon!

Bilodeau!

Bilodeau!

- Vallier was suffocating.

Then I passed out.

You tell us the end of the story.

Tell us what happened!

- In the name of all the sacraments,

your hands have blessed, your excellency.

- I threw the lamp on the floor.

A moment of anger.

I was standing there in the hallway

trying to catch my breath.

The "never, never" you shouted at me

was exploding in my head.

So I turned around and ran back to the attic.

There was smoke everywhere.

The heat was unbearable.

Simon?

I took you into my arms, Simon.

And dragged you to safety.

Somebody help!

Dear God!

Simon.

Simon.

Simon!

I met the police in the corridor

and I told them I had heard

the two of you fighting in the attic.

That you had threatened to kill Vallier.

I told them it was too late for Vallier.

- Was it really too late?

- You have received your confession, Simon.

God has granted your wish.

As for you, your excellency,

I pray the good Lord will grant

your soul a peaceful absolution.

It is time to return to your cells.

- I have to speak to him, alone.

- Your excellency?

- I paid for the murder of the person

I loved most in this world.

- Forgive me, Simon.

- At my trial, you said I killed him

because I couldn't stand his sick behavior.

It really has eaten at me.

Day after day.

Year after year.

- I came here today hoping to find

an old man very sick, very ugly.

An old man

who would finally erase the memory

of the beautiful young man I loved so much.

Kill me.

Kill me.

- Never, Bilodeau.

Never.