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Go away.
No.
It's not normal to see you crying.
Is it the fire?
I know what you think.
What?
Mrs Lemaire. You think I don't feel bad?
It's not that.
If I'd known, I wouldn't have given her my cigarettes.
- Stop. - That'll teach me to be kind.
- It's not your fault. - She wouldn't be dead.
It just happened, it's not our fault.
That's not why I'm sad.
Really?
It's something else.
Jean.
I don't want anyone except you and I to know.
You have to promise.
Okay, Carole. I won't keep you
any longer.
What is it?
I...
I don't know if I should, but...
Everything I say stops here?
There's no...
It's confidential.
After Dr Lemaire drove us home,
I took our dog for a walk
and went past the park.
I saw Jean Forget in Dr Lemaire's car.
- Did they see you? - No.
- Did they stay long? - I'm not sure.
I had the dog with me. I didn't stay and spy on them.
Yeah...
I understand.
Thanks for that. You can go.
That's not all.
The doctor and Jean were kissing.
Are you sure of that?
Yes.
Hello, Mrs Grenier.
Hello.
Do you remember me?
Dr Lemaire's not here?
No. I don't drag him around with me everywhere.
It's not really our business, your private life.
I just want to know,
how did you find out?
My husband's friend, they went hunting and fishing,
he was investigating Dr Lemaire's house fire.
Shall I tell her?
It's hard.
Look,
the fire at Dr Lemaire's,
my husband's friend believed - he told him before he died -
that it wasn't accidental.
He suspected foul play.
So that's it?
But who would have such malicious intent?
His wife died in the fire.
All my husband knew,
was that Jean Forget was in our friend Maurice's sights.
But I can't believe it.
What did Jean Forget do
after he left Dr Lemaire's,
where he was caught wearing Mrs Lemaire's dress?
Where did he go?
And why did the two meet up,
after Dr Lemaire dropped my daughters home?
Who says Jean didn't wait for Dr Lemaire to go
before starting the fire?
It doesn't take much.
A few seconds.
It had to come out.
But I feel so bad.
I shouldn't have.
No, it's good.
Really, it's healthy.
I feel better, kind of relieved.
Yes.
Because not being mad at me,
not blaming me, wouldn't be normal.
All of that is a positive thing. Okay?
I screwed up. It was wrong of me.
But if Dr Lemaire
was behind Jean's death, Francine deserves to know.
I don't disagree, but an anonymous letter...
Francine thought you'd told me that they were seen together.
I wish I'd known, to stop you.
Did Marc Lemaire give you this?
- Don't change the subject. - I'm not.
- Is Dream Through good? - Turn it off.
- I want to hear it. - I don't! It's not my style.
Turn it off!
FIRES
Claudine.
What are you doing here?
It's nearly 6.30 am.
- I can't believe it... - You had a big sleep.
Is Steph up?
Yes. Have a good day.
You too.
I know the early bird catches the worm,
but...
I'm worried.
I understand.
She can listen to whatever music she wants.
You didn't see her.
Like when you wanted to swim?
No. It was much worse.
This time, she went: "No! I don't want
"that music on!"
She was hysterical.
- What's the name of it? - Dream Through.
Look.
"In honour of our reunion. Song number 4. Marc."
Did he give her the CD?
If you want,
we could start emptying Herve's room, tonight.
Saying that for me?
No.
I feel ready.
It doesn't help, being confronted by memories.
At first, Marc Lemaire,
she didn't even want him as an agent.
Why? We don't really know.
There was something not right between them.
In what way?
They're hiding something.
- Something from the past? - Yes.
The fire, when she babysat and he was little.
I don't know.
Here.
"I've hurt too many people.
"I can't live with myself."
That makes sense.
The beating doesn't seem why he killed himself.
He feels to blame for Anna's death.
It makes sense.
He began the fire
to get rid of Jacques' wife and son.
Maybe.
Do you think, in the car with Jacques,
he knew about the fire?
"I'm paying the price."
Jacques knew.
"The sharp, unbearable pain
"is a constant reminder of that crazy, unthinkable love."
Jean is in love with Jacques.
Jacques doesn't love him.
He sets fire to his house.
Jacques guesses and beats him senseless.
Steph got a huge fright last night.
- What do you mean? - With Mum, in the car.
- Last night? - You don't know?
What happened?
Hi, Claudine.
I can't look Remi or my children in the eyes.
- I feel dirty, a traitor. - Calm down.
How do you expect me to be calm?
It's making me jittery and paranoid.
Steph got a big fright. She knows.
- We can't go on. - What do you want?
- What do I want? - Screw it all up?
- To breathe again. - End up alone, with nothing?
A normal life.
- Confess to your family? - I'm suffocating, Marc.
- Break their hearts? - I'm too weak.
I'll give you that strength.
I love you.
- I love you. - Marc...
- I love you, Claudine. - Shut up.
Go on.
What's stopping you?
You're ridiculous.
- I'm all yours. - How can you?
Juice, pasta.
Shell pasta.
- Yes. - And rubbish bags.
Is that all?
- Yes, that's all.
- Okay. Bye. - See you later.
Hello.
I thought I'd be late.
Thanks for making the time.
I appreciate it.
How do we do it?
Get rid of everything? Keep nothing?
No.
Unless...
- If you want to keep anything... - No.
No. I just wondered.
What about the bed and the drawers?
I'll donate it all.
Okay, good.
Right.
Where's Mum?
What happened to hello?
Hello. Where is she?
I don't know. Wednesday, at the pool.
Hold on a sec.
What happened last night?
Did she tell you?
Alex said it scared you.
I could have died.
Mum's not well, Dad.
Leave it to me.
You know, the night of the fire,
when your dad returned, had the fire begun?
Yes, it was ablaze. Firemen were there.
Did you see Jean Forget at your place, before the fire?
Why do you ask?
No reason.
Helene found out something startling.
She's upset.
I am too, actually.
Jean Forget
was suspected of starting the fire at your house.
Why do you say that?
Is it a joke?
No.
What's this whole thing?
I went to see your parents.
The fire at Jacques' may have been arson.
Oh my God...
That's what your father's friend told him...
- Maurice? - Yes, the investigator.
That's dreadful.
Everyone's protecting everyone,
but I get the impression...
Francine,
it seems like Jean was in the investigator's sights
as a suspect.
Hey there, beautiful.
Where are you? What you up to?
It's 6.20 pm.
You must be on your way, almost here.
It can't be true.
Jean was with me for a while.
How did he light it?
When did he leave?
After Marc surprised us in his parents' room.
Did you see him leave?
I don't know, I think... It's insane, it was 34 years ago.
The rubbish bags?
Fuck. I knew I forgot something.
- It's unbelievable. - But we must have...
I asked for 3 things: juice, pasta and rubbish bags.
- 3 things. - I forgot, Mylene.
Where is your head these days?
You even forget your own son!
I'm sorry.
- Right... - It slipped out.
Whenever I forget something,
you'll raise that.
I wasn't thinking, you know.
I said sorry.
Forgive me.
I don't think you want us to get along.
That's not true.
What...
Where are you going?
It's what your mother told me.
We shouldn't jump to conclusions that Jean...
It can't be right.
Did you see him before he saw Claudine?
Afterwards? Late evening? When he came home?
How should I know?
- You can take it. - It's fine, it can wait.
Call me as soon as you can, okay?
Forgive me, darling.
I'm really sorry.
After you left,
maybe he came back.
Returned to light the fire?
And then he saw Dr Lemaire?
Are you going mad? That's nonsense.
Jean was an angel.
You know as well as me.
He wouldn't have hurt a fly.
- That must be Jacques. - Yeah...
If there's anyone you should talk to, it's him.
- We can talk after. - No, it's Mylene.
Marc's left.
"Major falling out", she says.
It's not easy for them.
It was me who saw Jean and Dr Lemaire kissing.
Then... I've no choice. I have to speak to Jacques now.
I'm a bit worried.
It's not like you to be this late.
We'll start without you.
From Marc: Urgent need to hear your voice. Call me asap.
I wish you'd told me. It's the least you could have done.
I didn't think.
Why did you tell her that?
I was so surprised to see her.
She assumed I knew.
I looked insane.
Boy! What's this about?
Did you open your trap?
You said I saw Jean and Dr Lemaire?
Hang on. Calm down.
I heard from Helene, a virtual stranger,
that Jean might have started the fire.
What? Where did that come from?
What's this?
Why didn't you ever mention it?
It's ancient history.
You were devastated when Jean died.
That's not it. The fact that you said nothing then, I get it,
but bringing it up now...
If your friend Maurice was alive, he could help us.
She doesn't understand. Francine's in a state.
Can't you see?
And you knew him.
Jean was a paragon.
How could Jean have committed such a horror?
What's so amusing?
I don't know if you remember,
but in her big rant, Mrs Lemaire wanted ciggies.
She'd run out.
I gave her mine. Remember?
Yes.
Since her cause of death came out
and they said they'd found her holding a cigarette,
I've always blamed myself.
I felt guilty for giving her mine.
But now, I...
I find out otherwise.
It's daft, but...
I'm relieved.
But I'm not!
My darling daughters,
if I'd known, Carole, that you felt...
This is when you realise you don't know your family.
We're strangers.
We're glued to each other, but we're strangers.
It's terrible.
Half the time, we don't know
what our loved ones are going through.
You just try to protect them.
All you want to do is...
protect your children.
Why did he kill himself?
Maurice Beauchesne told us outright
that Jean Forget
started the fire.
But how? How?
What do you call it? The source? The...
- The source of fire. - Yes, that's it.
It began in the cellar.
Jean never left the house.
He hid in the cellar
and waited until Dr Lemaire left with you.
He threw a match,
he took his bike and waited for Dr Lemaire near our house.
We didn't want to hurt you more.
When we found out, Claudine,
it was upsetting enough already.
The doctor's wife dying,
the fire...
Do you understand?
Are you sure?
It's very important.
- Is it Grenier? - Yes.
No, nothing.
Thank you.
- Hungry? - No.
Are you all alone?
Steph's gone out. I thought you were at the pool.
No.
I was with Francine and Helene.
You and Francine are pals now?
I made a detour to my folks.
- Sure I can't cook something? - No thanks.
Steph mentioned yesterday.
In the car.
I need those holidays.
I'm not good company right now.
When my wife doesn't smile and oversleeps,
something's not right.
If I knew what, maybe I could help.
Helene's talking to him.
When?
I don't know. Tonight.
- And Marc, does he know? - No.
That's why you didn't want to see him?
Or have him as a real estate agent?
Because of his dad?
From Marc: Urgent need to hear your voice. Call me asap.
It's not just the fact they kissed.
If Jean was crazy for Marc's dad,
what exactly happened? I don't know.
I can't help thinking
that Dr Lemaire beat up Jean.
It doesn't matter...
It's shocking. It's serious violence.
It doesn't matter what happened,
why didn't you tell me?
I didn't expect to see Marc again.
After I engaged him, you could have said.
I didn't think it'd get this far,
that I'd meet his father.
The last person I thought I'd see was Francine.
If true, it's horrific.
You know nothing, we know nothing.
Don't worry about that.
Tell you something.
It will all come out in the end.
And it will all be put right.
I love you.
Me too.
With Herve gone, I've realised that there's...
an emptiness,
a vast chasm between us.
That's normal.
A relationship changes
when a child is born.
Children unite a couple.
The bond passes through the child.
Now that Herve isn't there,
you have to rebuild the bridges.
How?
How do you do that?
I have no idea how to rebuild a relationship.
Love.
Only love can save you. Love conquers all.
Where there's love...
What if it's gone?
Has Mylene said she doesn't love you?
No. It's me.
I've strayed.
I'm in love.
Is it new?
Since when?
A few months.
You've been in love, Dad.
Did it begin before Herve died?
I tried to get her out of my mind, but...
I don't know how to rip the love out of my heart.
It's...
What are you trying to tell me, Marc?
No, no. It's not true.
The client meeting? Dominion Square?
Still seeing her?
No.
Have you seen her?
She came to my office today,
I hadn't seen her since the funeral.
You know her.
It's Claudine.
I'm holding myself back.
From Helene: Don't worry. Marc is at the church.
The earrings
in the car, late for the birthday,
your idea to help the surprise...
I'm in love.
You made us your accomplices. It's sickening!
What will you do?
It depends on her.
Which means what?
You're prepared to leave Mylene for her?
And she? Does she love you?
I think so.
You think so?
You sound like a teenager.
- Your son is dead. - No!
Don't bring Herve up!
Were you together when... Were you in Dominion Square?
- Yes. - Tell me the truth.
We were in Dominion Square.
I forgot Herve in the car, she didn't.
Tell her to keep quiet.
I can't stop her talking.
What you don't know doesn't hurt.
That's what matters, not causing further hurt.
The truth prevails.
Not all truth is good.
Sometimes, some things need to stay secret.
Need to stay buried deep inside.
Like what?
Helene?
Where were you, honey? I was worried.
It's me.
Have you been back for long?
Half an hour.
Did Helene speak to Dr Lemaire?
No.
What's she waiting for?
She's talking to him tonight.
You look deep in thought.
You know what?
I was thinking of Herve.
I think about him a lot.
Would you get over it if it happened to Alex or I?
Losing a child
is unimaginable.
I was thinking of Herve in the car.
I remember exactly what I was doing then.
And you?
What?
What you were doing then?
I was probably... in a meeting.
I imagine being in Marc's shoes.
I don't know how he can live with it.
I'd like to be in his mind.
To understand.
Know what he was thinking,
what made him forget to drop Herve off.
It fascinates me.
Good night.
Dream Through is beautiful.
Grenier Claudine Sleeping Tablets
I'm pleading guilty.
Sorry?
I just can't face a trial.
Do you know what that means?
The implications? Prison even?
Why would you do that?
Lastly, God Almighty,
in Your great leniency,
light the way for my son Marc,
so that he may find reason, wisdom
and goodness of heart.
Father, who art in Heaven...
You haven't answered my question.
Which things need to stay buried inside?
What secret?
After you dropped Claudine Grenier home,
on the night your house burned down,
what did you do?
It seems like you already know the answer.
I want to hear it from you.
I'm ashamed.
If I hadn't let Jean Forget into my car,
if I hadn't listened to him,
perhaps I would have saved my wife from the flames.
What did you and he do?
He was waiting by the park.
He wanted to share what he'd done in my house.
Marc had surprised them in our room,
with Anna's dress.
You know the story.
Is that all?
- Yes. - Jacques...
What?
Claudine Grenier saw you and Jean kissing.
It's not true.
So, she reported us to the police.
Helene, my sweet Helene,
I never kissed or touched Jean Forget.
I don't know why Claudine said that.
It's unlike her to fabricate.
She was only 16 then.
If you want, we can unravel it.
That night,
in my car,
Jean told me which man he was in love with.
You've always known?
Yes.
You heard nothing, okay?
Don't tell your daughter.
Got it?
The night of the fire,
Dr Lemaire was seen kissing Jean Forget.
That stays between us. Don't worry.
See you around.
Dr Lemaire isn't Jean Forget's lover.
It's your friend, Lionel.
Maurice. Maurice!
I'm in touch with the police in Rimouski.
I explained the situation, they'll call me back.
I don't think Jean could have done it.
All the better if he didn't start the fire.
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