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Who did your parents hear it from?

I was summoned.

Investigator Beauchesne wanted to know who I was with

the night of the fire.

I'd been seen with a boy in my car.

Did you tell your sister?

Your parents?

I never told anyone who I was with that night.

Why not?

Because I wanted to protect Jean.

I didn't want him questioned, the investigator would have...

humiliated him,

undermined his integrity, belittled his self-worth.

And especially because

I wanted to protect his family

and that of his lover.

Do you know who that was?

Why did you want to protect his lover's family?

It was my duty. I had that conviction.

And because...

I knew them.

Oh right...

Is that it?

Someone in high places.

No.

A married man,

with 2 children.

Two daughters,

one of whom was Jean's best friend.

I'd like you to leave,

Dr Lemaire.

- I'm sorry. - Now.

If I'd known that your father would beat Jean...

What do you mean?

In your place,

I'd think twice before speaking out.

Get out!

I suggest you do alike

before your bombshell affair with my son breaks.

If I were you, I'd do what your father did:

bury your secret deep inside you.

Despite what he engaged in,

and I don't condone it,

your father chose to protect his family.

FIRES

After the housewarming, Get out of my life for good.

- Calm down. - Never again.

Is that clear? Never.

How could you do that?

Do that to me?

Jean committed suicide because of you.

And all these years,

I took the blame for his death.

You should have helped me see

that it had nothing to do with me.

Dad, look at me.

In the eyes.

Even if Jean was gay,

I loved him.

He was my first crush.

You used me as bait.

You abused our trust.

Mum's trust too. Poor Mum!

If she knew!

She's always been by your side,

taking care of you.

You always told us...

No, Mum always told us, never to lie.

Why did you kill him?

You beat him and killed him.

You're a monster.

A monster. You're not my father anymore.

Hi.

Claudine's not here.

Sorry to hear about Maurice.

Are you alone?

Do you know Dr Lemaire?

Yes.

Know him well?

Yes. A bit. Why do you ask?

- You were seen kissing. - Where did you hear that?

- Is it true? - No, it's not.

Back off.

When was that?

The night of the fire. In the night.

It's not what you think.

- What is it, then? - He's my doctor.

He's a friend.

- Like you and Maurice. - I'll fix that face.

The living room, as you can see.

And the dining room.

And this is cool, it opens onto the kitchen.

I love that.

Want to see the bathroom?

We'll know once and for all.

It must be documented, there'll be a report.

Something.

The investigator died, but someone replaced him.

So, I contacted the police in Rimouski.

I gave them a run-through, they'll get back to me.

I can't believe Jean did it.

All the better if it wasn't Jean who started the fire.

- Does it ease off in the summer? - There's no real difference.

Prestige homes sell all year.

Oh! Another present!

We can't avoid each other all day.

We drove over a dry river. It was getting dark.

Then baff! A flat tyre.

We'd been driving since 8 am, so we really didn't need it.

I'd be completely lost, I've never had a flat.

Didn't you and Claudine get one?

Yeah, that's right.

Oh, yes, of course. It totally slipped my mind.

I completely forgot. Anyway, I'm a AA member.

In Argentina, you need a premium AA package.

Didn't you change the tyre yourself?

Me? Come on, honey, can you see me doing that?

No.

For a guy who's never had a flat.

I put the spare tyre on, then we stopped at a garage

to change it.

I told Karim that if you didn't go, I would.

Not to waste the ticket.

Let me know.

"Leaving Karim's. See you soon."

From Marc: "Car trouble. Be there in half an hour."

Is it yours? In the car.

No, it's Claudine's.

It's Claudine's.

- Long live AA! - One of life's essentials.

Why were you at the pool on Wednesday?

- How do you know... - I went swimming, I saw you.

- Looking for someone? - Maybe.

Who?

Okay. Good.

I'm in love with your mum.

I love her. That's it.

Probably since I was a kid.

But don't worry.

Don't over dramatize it. It's not reciprocated.

I can show you her texts. She shoots me down.

So, nothing's happened?

I mean...

Never.

"I don't love you or want to see you." Loads like that.

Okay. I was thinking that...

Your mum loves one man, Steph, and he's your father.

And I'll tell you something,

because I know you won't repeat it.

But...

only my lawyer and the police know this.

The morning of Herve's death,

I was in Dominion Square with your mum.

She made it very clear.

She asked me to back off.

Didn't want to hear from me.

And we know what happened.

As of tomorrow, I'll be staying away from your mother.

I promise.

I'm super relieved. You were right, Alex.

Mum and Marc aren't what we thought.

We have to talk. I just spoke with Steph.

You need to know what I said.

Keep in touch?

- Come to the cottage this weekend. - I won't say no to that.

Thanks a lot. Great to see you.

Good to see you, Steph.

- Bye, kids. - Bye, Francine.

Happy holidays, if we don't see each other.

We'll talk before then.

- Have a great trip, Claudine. - Thanks.

- Enjoy it while you can. - Indeed.

We'll try.

Is it hell, Claudine?

Pretending everything's normal?

Where are we going?

Do you remember when we met,

we fucked in the car?

What?

Looking for these?

Why are you taking these, honey?

- Look, Remi... - You can always quit your job.

We can live perfectly well on my income.

I was so scared, Mum.

I thought you and Marc were seeing each other.

Something happened between us.

- But it's not what... - It doesn't matter.

It's not the same.

You didn't cheat on Dad.

I see why it shook you up.

Especially after Herve died.

I admire you.

If I were you, I'd find it horrific.

If I hadn't met him that day...

It's not your fault.

I'll always blame myself.

It wasn't you who forgot Herve.

You didn't hurt anyone or make a mistake.

You're so kind, my lovely girl.

You're so kind.

When I think...

about Mylene,

I feel responsible, guilty.

She lost her son Herve. If she knew...

Stop it, Mum.

I'm heartbroken.

She's better off not knowing.

It's better that way.

I'm taking a walk.

If you don't mind, I won't come.

When I return, I want you gone.

To never see you again.

- Mylene... - Don't come closer.

Come inside.

How could you?

How?

What a fool!

The gala at La Licorne, the earrings...

Your script could have worked.

One sentence.

One sentence sank you:

"I've never changed a tyre before."

Claudine's surprise party, your brilliant idea to get her out...

Did you fuck on the way?

In the car?

How could you?

How could you?

"A client"!

"A client in Dominion Square"! I was so naive!

I should have suspected: I was your mistress

before you left your girlfriend. Fuck you!

You forgot our son.

You forgot my son.

For a...

Claudine Grenier!

It's a joke.

Claudine Grenier?

Fucked up...

Thanks.

Does Claudine Grenier know?

From Marc: Mylene knows everything.

Two weeks before the holidays.

I think we can start counting sleeps.

Hello. Mylene Levesque. Please leave a message.

Maher Electrics Inc.

I wanted to tell you...

Got it, I have my novel.

At least, I think.

Okay. Well, that's great.

The central thread was missing, the backbone.

I think I've found it.

It happened yesterday, like that.

Ideas come out of nowhere.

What's it about?

I... I was inspired by real...

It'll be the story of a real estate agent

who bumps into his former babysitter.

That sounds familiar.

The man and women keep touch.

They each have their own family.

Days go by.

The man finds a duplex for the woman and her husband's son.

Boy, that's our life.

But the inevitable happens.

The man and his former babysitter fall in love.

Why...

does the women who has it all fall for a real estate agent?

Until one day, the man, head over heels, forgets his son in the car

because he's meeting her in Dominion Square.

Don't think I'm proud of hurting you.

I'm not even sure why I'm doing it.

It's selfish, out and out cruel.

I know that.

I just wanted...

I didn't want to be hurting alone.

Enough is enough.

I'm ashamed.

What did she want?

It's over, her and Marc.

"Over"... how?

She's leaving him.

What happened? They seemed fine, yesterday.

It's so hard, death...

Herve?

Children hold couples together.

Very few couples survive the death of a child.

Catch. You drive.

Are you sure?

Rene?

It's Rene.

Yes, Rene?

A problem at the cottage?

What a nice surprise!

Dad's at the cottage. The septic tank overflowed.

Really?

Mr Brisebois saw it when he went to mow the lawn.

Lucky good-old-Rene was there.

- Have you talked to Marc Lemaire? - No.

Marc are Mylene are splitting.

Goodness, today...

How did you know about them?

Mylene came to the shop earlier.

It was Dad who told me.

Remi?

Remi?

Why?

Keeping it for yourself?

Hiding it?

What did ever I do to you?

I don't get it.

I suppose it won't help if I tell you I'm sorry.

That it's over between he and I.

I was going to tell you.

I didn't love him, Remi.

A child is dead.

A wee kid!

Because of you!

Makes me vomit.

I hope you despise yourself!

What do you want?

For me to leave?

- Where are you going? - Walking.

- I'll get my hat and join you. - I'd rather be alone.

I can't do this.

It's unbearable.

What if I hadn't found out?

You'd carry on, you'd pretend.

I want to be alone.

The biggest mistake of my life.

I'll take responsibility, but I won't pretend.

There's no point.

With next week's trip.

What will we do?

I'll move out.

We'll decide...

on the trip.

Shattered Dream (Draft title)

To Herve

So I never forget you

Mr Lemaire, As requested, I attach a copy of the report

on the fire of 22 June 1982 in Rimouski.

It seems the fire was lit by a child with a cigarette

the smoke

The mother asphyxiated

alcohol

fell asleep, fire, cigarette

Child's game?

Marco?

I read the report on the fire.

It was me, Dad, I started it.

It was an accident, Marco.

You knew?

Why didn't you tell me?

What would that have changed?

Apart from making you unhappy?

Everything.

- I just wanted to protect you. - I killed my mother.

You didn't do it deliberately.

What is it with me?

That's why you didn't want me to see Claudine.

I didn't want you to ever find out.

How are Marc and Mylene?

What a shame! First, they lose a child,

then, they separate as well. It's such a shame.

Young people these days, they have no staying power.

- The slightest prob... - Grandma's off!

But it's true. Life doesn't work like that.

You don't give up after a bump in the road.

Grandma, losing a child is a huge test.

I know what you mean, but when Jean hanged himself...

What is it, Pops?

Something broke inside me.

It took me years to recover from it.

What does he want?

I'll rearrange that angel face!

Can you get me some beans and cucumbers?

Stop it!

Stop!

Carole!

Stop!

Carole!

- What's gonna happen? - It's not your fault.

Someone will find him and take him to hospital.

It's okay, Carole.

Your father won't say anything.

Count on me.

What do you want, Dad?

He's trying to tell me something.

What is it?

He wants some salad.

Give him a little salad.

My darling Pops.

If only we could read your mind.

I'd rather not know.

Why do you say that?

Sometimes, it's better not knowing.

That goes for everyone.

Between what's going on in our minds and what we say

lies a whole world.

I raise my glass to the cook.

Another scrumptious meal.

Thanks.

It's Marc Lemaire.

What does he say?

- But he wrote to you. - I can read it aloud.

"Dear Francine,

"Be at peace.

"Your brother didn't burn down our house,

"It was a reckless boy who liked playing with fire."

I put myself in your place...

I don't know if I'd manage to forgive you.

Goodnight.

Do you love me?

You'll doubt it for a while...

But I love you, Remi.

I love you.

Yes.

Yes, I love you.

Okay. That's enough.

Subtitles: ECLAIR