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MONTREAL, DECEMBER 19, 10:02 A.M.

Let go of her.

Hey! No, no, no! No, no!

Let go of her.

Is this a joke? Is this a fucking joke?

Who the fuck do you think you are?

- Let go of her! - Let's get out of here!

Don't do it, for Christ's sake.

I don't even fucking know...

We're leaving!

What are you looking at?

Go, go, go, go!

Stop.

Just fucking stop.

Stop.

Can't a guy get some service?

- How many were there? - Two.

I think so, anyway. I saw only one of them.

I glanced at him very quickly because my kid was with me.

We dropped to the floor.

We... I hid him under my coat.

I had my coat on because it was cold... I was cold.

So, I kept him hidden under my coat.

We hid under my coat.

I understand.

What makes you believe there were two of them?

Well, uh, I heard them talking.

Amongst themselves?

- They spoke to each other? - One of them spoke to me.

He did? And what did he say?

He said I should stop looking at him.

Now, what colour was the suspect's skin?

Uh... white.

And how old was he?

I guess he was about 35.

He didn't shoot, though.

- Only one of them shot? - I think so.

But you didn't see the shooter?

No, I didn't.

Okay.

Don't go too far, I'll need you again later.

We should check if...

Thanks.

On three. One, two, three!

One, two, three!

Okay, one, two, three!

Thanks for the help.

Are you two okay?

Yeah.

Yeah. There was a murder at that greasy spoon place.

That one?

Oh, okay.

Did it just happen?

Yeah...

a few hours ago.

Whoa...

Well, thanks again. Happy holidays.

I'm... Philippe.

Roselyne.

Are you French?

Here you go. It fell while...

I picked it up after we...

Are you here on vacation?

Philippe.

Yes.

Philippe.

That's my name: Philippe.

While we were on the floor...

in the restaurant...

and the guy was using the waitress as a shield...

she was shouting her head off...

but I was just happy.

Happy that I was on the floor.

Happy that I was hiding on the ground.

I was happy.

And who knows why, but I noticed her tights.

The waitress's tights.

Because of the cold, she wore beige tights under her skirt.

And I wondered if they were warm enough to walk outside.

While she screamed. I thought of that.

Why?

I don't know.

It's absurd.

I didn't hear that.

Hear what?

Her screams. I didn't hear them.

Do you want me to go?

- Do I want you to go? - Right.

No, I don't.

Don't go.

REDEMPTIONS

PARIS, DECEMBER 19, 10:02 A.M.

6 HOURS PRIOR TO THE SHOOTING

Hey, it's me,

Marcel.

It's pretty early here.

It's still dark out.

I thought I'd try to catch you before you left

to tell you I'm thinking of you. Of both of you.

I'm sure everything will go smoothly.

Tell Francis not to worry, everything will be fine.

He's got a knack for this. He's really great.

I guess that's it.

They say a big storm's coming in.

I love you, Marie.

That's it, that's all. It's me, Marcel.

Bye.

Right?

Wow!

Not bad, huh? Parisian gangster over here.

It's itchy, though.

What's that?

The shirt tucked into my pants.

Shall I scratch your itch, my love?

Yes, I think you should.

- Here? - A little lower.

- Here? - Yes.

Do both sides, just so it's even.

If you keep going, you'll screw up continuity.

You haven't shot yet.

I'm so nervous!

You're so beautiful.

You look so mature.

How do you feel?

Good.

Nervous, but good.

Because you're with me.

Are you okay?

What was that?

I guess it was my squib. It just blew up.

Oh my God! You good?

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Shit.

What is this? It's so sticky.

I don't know.

Quite the face you've got there.

It looks fake.

- You okay? - Careful!

I'm already covered in it.

What about me?

It's sweet.

- You should tell Martin. - I guess you're right.

Martin? Could you come over here?

Oh... okay...

How... What did you do?

Nothing. It just detonated.

Just like that?

Those things don't usually detonate on their own.

Well, this one did. I swear, I didn't do anything.

Right.

He's telling the truth, I was there.

Okay, so, don't touch anything, Simon will fix this.

Then, you go back to makeup.

- Should I change? - No, no, no. No.

Go see Simon, we'll get you cleaned up,

he'll get you a new kit and then, you'll change.

Are you okay?

We'll get you a shirt?

Yes, sure. I'll just go get cleaned up.

Good.

See you soon.

MONTREAL

Hey! This is Marie. I'm currently unavailable.

Leave me a message and I'll get back to you. Thank y...

This is Jacques. I told you about him.

He's going to be helping you out.

You good, Marcel?

- Jacques? - Yes, Jacques.

He's a fresh face...

Boss.

Could you put that out, please? I have emphysema.

Okay!

We're on for this morning.

Everything will go smoothly.

Things will go as planned.

We'll do things properly, and nothing bad will happen.

What? I'm hungry.

And your scout?

He's been there every Sunday morning for a month.

They won't even think twice about him.

When the guys come in, he'll call Ja--

Can you close that damn bag? It smells terrible.

This isn't an easy job, Marcel,

I never said it was,

but you're the only guy for the job.

If I send anyone else, they'll know.

Ben, I have to go deal with the cars.

Are you worried?

Benito, it's been such a long time.

I live a different life now.

I know that, Marcel.

Listen, I don't like this any more than you do.

But I don't have a choice. They've got me by the throat.

And nobody remembers you, which is why you're perfect for the job.

They won't connect the dots.

You've been clean for 20 years now.

I know what I owe you.

You took care of my kid while I was inside.

I owe you.

How is that pretty girl?

She's good.

She just finished her semester in Paris.

She's such a good kid. And she's studying law...

We're all so proud of her.

Thank you.

I took care of her.

Don't forget that.

I remember.

Thank you, my friend.

Everything will be fine.

Okay, Benito.

Jacques will be back in an hour.

Okay.

You don't enjoy the window seat?

I'm sorry?

You don't like sitting in the window seat?

You've kept it closed the entire time.

I just sat in whichever seat I was assigned.

If you want, we could change seats. I love the window seat.

And I rarely use the restroom...

Sure, why not?

Here we go.

- Thank you. - You're welcome, Miss.

It's so pretty.

You don't have to be ashamed.

Tons of people are scared of flying.

Look at that man.

He hasn't moved since we took off.

He's so nervous.

Incredibly nervous.

He's only pretending to sleep.

I'm sure his heart is beating at 100 miles a minute.

And you still fly?

I have to take pills.

Ativan?

Yeah, something of the sort.

- Here they are. - Those are good.

Are they?

They numb you; flatten the fear.

Apparently, walking helps too.

- Walking? - Down the aisles.

Supposedly, it gives you a feeling of freedom.

It's just an impression, though;

planes are pretty cramped.

And it's not like you can just go out for a stroll!

But you can walk to the toilets or go to the front and back to your seat.

You can chat with the flight attendants,

scan their faces, see how they're feeling about the flight,

if everything seems normal.

Anyway, it works for some people.

What works for me is talking.

I've been on the same page for over an hour.

I didn't want to bother you, but the flight's getting really bumpy.

- I'm Benoît. - Josée.

- Thank you. - It's a pleasure, Miss.

It's just been a lot.

We were two hours late,

they de-iced the wings three or four times,

and how do we know they got rid of all the ice?

And now, the nonstop turbulence.

I barely remember my own name! I had to talk to someone before I wig out!

So, anyway...

now, I'm talking to you, and I feel better already.

It feels good.

"Wig out"?

Blow a gasket,

fly off the handle, go haywire, freak out.

Would you like one?

Oh, no, I don't like taking pills. They make me nauseous.

Maybe I will take one.

Yes?

Nice and clean.

So are you.

Let's not start that again.

Look...

they gave me a new squib.

Can you feel it?

You idiot!

Simon says he's never had a squib detonate on its own, that it's impossible.

"Mate, that's not possible."

What's wrong?

- Nothing. - Oh, come on, what's wrong?

I've been thinking about Marcel.

I thought your dad was doing well.

Really well.

- It's just that he left me a message. - And?

He just sounded weird.

Weird how?

I don't know.

Weird.

Okay...

- Why don't you call him back? - Of course, I will.

You want to tell him, right?

No.

I want to wait until I'm at 10 weeks, like we said.

I mean, we're almost there...

I know.

But I'd rather wait.

I think you want to tell him.

Right now...

We could crash into the Atlantic and it wouldn't bother me much.

I can't believe this. I'm going to be late.

For work?

Yes, straight off the plane.

- In Paris? - Yep.

- What do you do? - Bah, it's just...

Oh, come on! Benoît...

Ben.

What's your job? Seriously.

Nothing much. I'm a cleaner.

A cleaner?

What is it that you clean?

You don't want to know, it's not...

Ben! You're so...

That's not very nice, Sir!

Of course, I want to know.

You clean. You're my friend.

I need to know what it is that you clean.

What is it? What?

Scenes. I clean scenes.

- Scenes? - Yes.

Accidents...

murders, suicides...

Violent situations.

With blood?

Bits of brains and things like that?

Yeah.

"Things like that."

4 HOURS PRIOR TO THE SHOOTING

You're pretty nervous, Old Man.

Next time, knock.

Eggs!

Can I have some?

Sit down.

Your daughter?

Pretty girl.

How do you like 'em?

Sunny side up. Lightly cooked.

The second car is ready.

It's parked in that spot.

It's still snowing, but...

Good. We'll go shovel it out around 8:00.

Okay.

You nervous?

I mean, it's not like I'm going to church,

but everything will be fine.

Everything will be fine.

You have to calm down.

I'm good, Old Man.

Your voice is loud.

It's how I talk.

What's up? Are you scared of me?

On days like today, I keep it close.

Have any toast?

No.

No bread or anything?

Eat.

- Hey, Adrien! - Jesus Christ!

Mr. Poutine-let's-get-it-on!

- You good? - How's my accent, bro?

You're not using the right emphasis.

I have no idea, you fucker, but it feels right in my mouth.

Your shorty sure is a baddie.

That's not it at all, man!

It's just that I'm high-strung;

the great Chevalier's about to pomp me full of lead.

- Pump. - What?

Pump you full of lead.

That's too complicated.

- Okay. - Are we shooting soon?

No, apparently, they've fallen behind.

Chevalier isn't even here yet.

- Okay... - Adrien, Francis?

Yes?

We're rehearsing on set in an hour.

There's a spot for you in hairdressing.

As for you, we want you in for a touch-up 15 minutes before rehearsal.

- Should I head there now? - Yes.

Oh, actually, don't go.

Gilles has asked that I tell you he's going with the option

where you both fall backward instead of just falling down,

and that there will be mats.

- He said you'd understand. - Did he?

It's just that, I looked it up

and when you get shot, you actually crumple,

you don't go flying back. We told him that, but...

I know, it's...

Yeah...

Oh! Mr. Chevalier is now in his dressing room.

So...

- "In his dressing room." - Oh!

He's in his dressing room. Anyway, see you later.

See ya, buddy.

Benito said it was going down around 9:30?

Yeah. It depends on what time the guys get there.

Who are they?

What?

The guys we're doing in, who are they?

Didn't you see the picture?

A photo doesn't tell me who they are.

Didn't Benito tell you?

Two complete assholes.

Apparently, one of them takes nudies of kids.

I'm all for letting people make money however they want, but there's a fucking limit.

And the other guy?

A dope dealer. Dirtbag.

They're from the Londei gang. That's why you're here.

We needed an outsider to confuse them.

"We needed an outsider"? Who's "we"?

I mean... us.

Them... Benito.

And who are you?

I'm nobody. No one knows me.

No one knows you?

Nope.

What about your mother?

Does she know you?

My mother's on a liquid diet in a hospice.

Anything else you want to know about that?

I just have to be sure you didn't tell anyone.

I didn't.

Have you ever killed someone?

No.

But I've been on a few pretty intense jobs.

What about you? Benito says you've killed 12 people?

Before you were in the slammer, of course.

I mean, you just don't look like the type.

I think you're... You look more like...

When you clean up a scene,

it must smell pretty bad.

It does, but I wear a mask.

Kind of like a dentist's mask?

What does it smell like?

I'm curious.

Like death.

Blood, iron.

- Iron? - Yes.

Especially when it's recent.

Yeah, it gets into everything.

You have to be quick about it; disinfect, erase all traces.

Clean everything.

Only then can life really resume.

The longer you wait, the harder it becomes.

And you like this job?

It's useful.

This is what you're going to do in Paris?

Yes. My work.

I was visiting Montreal with my girlfriend.

She's writing an article about Christmas time in Quebec.

So, I came along for a few days.

But I'm back to work today.

I'm doing a suicide.

A suicide?

A 22-year-old.

In his room.

I found out right before the flight.

How horrible.

I mean your job.

It's horrible.

Well...

I can't say I enjoy suiting up like an astronaut

to scrape up brain tissue, but...

it's soothing.

Because I can tell that the people I help feel relieved.

It's obvious when I look at them.

And... this may sound weird, but...

it allows me to feel like...

I'm helping them get through it.

There are things you shouldn't have to look at.

So, I make those things disappear.

I take care of them.

You're like an embalmer.

I guess you could say that.

I embalm rooms.

What about you, Miss?

Me?

What's your business in Paris?

Are you here on holiday?

No.

What?

What's so funny?

I can't tell you.

Of course you can! What do you do?

Why are you laughing?

Go on!

You won't believe me!

Of course, I will! Why wouldn't I?

Go on, tell me.

I'm here to...

I'm here to talk at a conference about...

protocols pertaining to medically assisted death.

Shit!

That's...

Birds of a feather, huh?

Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking.

Within a few moments,

we will start our descent into Paris Charles de Gaulle airport.

The sun is shining and the temperature outside is seven degrees.

We hope you had a nice flight and to see you again soon.

Funny, isn't it?

I get so scared when I fly,

but once I see land,

as we get closer and closer,

the fear just melts away.

That's kind of odd.

- Why? - Because, frankly,

if anything is going to hurt you right now, it's the ground.

How very profound of you, Benoît.

But it's unlikely to happen.

Is this a fucking joke?

Who do you think you are, Sir?

There's no "Sir."

I know. I always screw that up because of the accent.

Is this a fucking joke? Who do you think you are?

"Maurice sent me. Someone has to answer for this."

- Let's just talk this over! - "It's too late for that now."

No! No, no, no! Bloody hell, I don't want to die!

Not like this!

Okay. Okay!

O... P... please!

I'll pay you back twofold!

I-I'll give you anything you want, mate!

- Do anything you want. - "That's enough."

Fuck! No!

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Pow! You're dead.

I love you.

I love you.

3 HOURS PRIOR TO THE SHOOTING

Hi.

Hi...

Are you all right?

What did your aunt tell you?

That you would be in here for a long time.

Did she tell you why?

Because of your work.

You're sad, aren't you?

I'll miss you, Daddy.

I'll miss you too, baby.

Uncle Benito will take care of you.

And you can come visit me.

- I know. - Every week.

I know.

How was school this week?

What did you learn about?

The Algonquins.

The Inca.

And subtractions.

Subtractions, huh? That's good.

What's eight minus four?

I miss you, Daddy.

I miss you too.

Why do you have to be in here?

I don't have a choice.

Sometimes, you don't get to choose.

But I'll be thinking of you. Always.

Do you know what I noticed?

No.

In my room at night,

I can see the moon.

So, when you miss me,

look up at the moon.

We'll be looking at it at the same time.

And if we're doing that, it means we're not that far apart.

The same side of it?

Of the moon? Yes!

How do you know?

There's only one side.

Really? Where's the other side?

Hidden. Always hidden.

Did you hurt people, Daddy?

Thank you.

- This one? - Yes.

Sorry.

Well... I have to get past these people

- or I'll be late. - Of course.

It was lovely sitting with you, Miss.

Could you drop the "Miss"?

It was lovely sitting with you... Really.

For me too.

Well...

- Goodbye. - Bye!

Excuse me. I'll just squeeze by.

Excuse me. Thank you.

2 HOURS 8 MINUTES PRIOR TO THE SHOOTING

That's the one.

Park and we'll go shovel.

No, no, no, not here. You can't park here.

Who cares? It's a Sunday, there's nobody out here.

Doesn't matter.

It'll take 10 minutes, tops. There's very little snow.

We won't get a parking ticket.

It's not about that.

No, no, no! Don't reverse down a one-way street!

Go around.

You're... you're not the boss.

I'll do everything you ask, though.

I respect my elders.

You're more experienced too.

But, just know, you're not the boss.

Get the shovels.

Jesus fucking Christ!

Marie?

Marcel?

Hold on!

- Unlock the door! - Who is it?

Unlock the door!

Okay! How are you?

I'm okay. What's going on? You sound out of breath.

Are you having another heart attack?

No. It's just that with the snowstorm,

I decided to go out to shovel.

How are you two?

Early bird gets the worm, huh?

Doesn't the neighbour's kid usually shovel for you?

Yeah, but I thought I'd do it this time...

Marcel, are you having sex with Ms. Brossard again?

No, no! No, that was last night.

Oh, okay!

Dad, I'm pregnant.

Marcel?

I'm here.

A baby?

Yes!

I don't know why I told you; I wanted to tell you in person.

I'm having a baby.

Are you happy?

Huh?

Are you?

So happy.

Well, then, I'm happy too.

How far along are you?

Eight weeks.

Is it a boy or a girl?

It's a baby, Marcel.

We don't know yet.

A baby...

I'm happy.

What about your studies?

I'll take a sabbatical and get back to it later.

Are you okay, Marcel?

Yes, I'm just...

A baby...

I'm so happy.

Why such an early call this morning?

Oh, just because...

I couldn't sleep and I wanted to catch you before you left.

How's the movie going?

Good!

Francis is so nervous, but so talented. I love him.

Of course he's nervous. That's normal.

Did you see the moon last night?

I did. Uh... no, I didn't.

It was overcast last night.

You sure you're okay?

Of course.

I'm fine.

It's...

I'm going to be a grandfather.

Of course, I'm okay!

Okay. Well, I have to go.

They're about to film Francis's scene, but we'll talk again soon.

Tell him I said, "Hi!"

Sure, Dad.

Take care.

You too.

Bye.

Bye.

Christ!

My hands are freezing.

Need a hand there, Sir?

No, I'm fine, thanks!

- Are you sure? - Yes.

Do you need your mittens, Marcel?

No, I'm fine.

We're not stuck, we're just shovelling.

Quite the snowfall, huh?

They're calling for 40 centimetres.

Yeah, that's something all right!

It's only 8:05.

I told you we got up too early.

I didn't want to risk it with the storm.

Anyway, now, we don't have to rush to eat before practice.

I'm not hungry.

- You have to eat. - Why?

- Because you have practice. - So?

You need the energy!

If you had let me sleep instead, I'd have energy!

William, just stop.

Please! I'll pay you back twofold.

I'll give you anything you want, mate!

I'll do anything you want. Bloody hell, I don't want to die.

Bloody hell. Bloody hell.

Bloody hell...

Fucking accent! I just can't seem to fucking get it.

They speak from their head.

It's like...

it's like their voice is up here.

It's higher up. It doesn't feel natural.

- I just can't-- - I told my father.

You just did?

I knew it! I knew you wanted to tell him.

What did he say? Was he happy?

Yeah. Yes, he was.

You don't sound convinced.

He was emotional.

I'm sorry.

Do you want to meet him?

- Who? - Uh...

Chevalier!

He wants to see you.

Me?

Yes, you, Francis.

Let's go, we don't have all day.

Hold on, I...

What do I say?

I don't know! Whatever.

"Hi! How are you?"

He doesn't bite.

Go!

Shit!

Wait for me here.

- Yes. - Fuck.

Hello, again!

Mr. Chevalier, Francis is here.

When will we know for sure? We're sick of waiting?

No, no, no, no.

We were very clear that June doesn't work for us,

whether early or late June. I'm sorry, but no.

Can you hold on a second?

What are you waiting for?

- Me? - Yes, you.

I'm here to see Mr. Chevalier.

And what are you, exactly?

I'm Quebecois.

Clearly, but what do you want? Why are you here?

Oh, okay, no, I'm an actor. I'm in the film.

Yes, Robert? Sorry about that.

Listen, can you provide a clear answer before the day is over?

Because if this keeps up, you're going to lose him.

Everything okay?

Follow me.

What is it called?

- Latex. - Yes, that's it.

Apparently, the character is slightly older, even though no one cares...

And this stuff, it stinks.

With the glue and the heat, you're in for a rash.

It is indeed unpleasant.

You waste three hours every morning for two measly wrinkles.

And no one will notice! It's absolutely ludicrous.

What do you think?

About?

Don't I look old enough as is?

Uh, yes? I mean... I don't know.

You're the Quebecois actor.

That's right. Mr. Chevalier let me introduce Francis. Francis, Mr. Chevalier.

It's an honour, Mr. Chevalier.

Call me Alain, we'll be working together after all.

Oh, okay.

I spoke with Gilles, I requested you use your normal accent.

I thought you'd be more comfortable, but also, I just think it's nicer.

- He refused. - Okay.

He said it wasn't justified, as if everything needs justification now.

You don't need to justify things, they either exist or they don't.

Do you agree?

So, I said, "Gilles,

you're directing this movie,

but that's not justified, and still, it exists."

I didn't actually say that.

That would've been mean.

And I'm not meanspirited.

Malice is for the mediocre, pathetic little people.

Excuse me.

Yes.

Around 9:00 p.m.

I'm coming straight home.

No, spare me the errands.

Sure, sure.

Yes, I'll be there.

Okay, I'll pick it up.

Listen, we're working right now. I have to go.

Yes, me too.

Yes?

I love you too.

I'll see you later.

My wife. She can be slightly obtrusive at times,

but she's quite loveable.

He complains, but he's endearing.

I'm an endearing oldster.

Someone who's old to whom one becomes attached.

That's what I call success.

I'm all done, get out of here.

Thank you.

So, Francis, what do you think of our scene?

It's rubbish, isn't it?

It's rubbish.

- Yeah. - Yes.

I'll give him a call.

We're around the corner, what have you got?

All right.

The guys just walked into the restaurant.

Just the two of them?

Yep.

And he's sure it's them?

Of course.

- This scout of yours, is he good? - He's fine.

"Fine"?

Yes, he's fine.

This isn't my first job, Boss.

He's a reliable boy who knows what he's doing.

How old is he?

What?

How old?!

How should I know?

He's... 25 or something.

35 maybe?

Do you want to know his astrology sign too?

This isn't my first job, Marcel.

I don't want this to go south.

It won't.

We're already dealing with this storm...

The storm might help us.

Nothing ever helps anyone!

Don't forget, when you go in,

if the waitress comes over,

you don't want to sit, you're waiting for someone.

I know.

Wait until they're alone.

- Completely alone. - I know.

No waitress,

no one going to the restroom, no children running around.

- No one. - Marcel, we've been over this.

No one going to the restroom,

no children running around,

no one!

Okay, for Christ's sake. Calm down!

No one running around, no children in the restroom.

I get it. Chill out.

Once you're absolutely certain...

I drop the gloves.

You drop the gloves.

When do we head out?

Francis, I've thought about this and I won't be talking in this scene.

The bloke is there to take you out, not to chat.

That you would talk is normal - you don't mind me being informal?

Not at all.

Naturally, you'd talk, because you're trying to save your life,

save your skin,

but he doesn't care.

He's there to shoot the two of you, and then, he's off to screw Pauline.

Constance.

Right, Constance.

Didn't Maurice want it known that he ordered the hit?

Maurice is all the way in Marseilles, who cares about him?

I know I'm right. Let's make this a powerful scene.

The guy is unstoppable.

He's a killer, not a motormouth.

Oh, this is Marie, my lover.

Pleased to meet you, Mr. Chevalier. It's lovely to make your acquaintance.

Likewise. You're quite lovely.

She's quite lovely.

Thank you.

You're a vegetarian, aren't you?

No, why?

- You have this airiness to you. - Okay...

Don't mind me, I'd say anything for attention...

- Thanks anyway. - So, we're agreed?

You'll adapt?

Sure. Yes. I'll have to change my lines somewhat, though.

Change away!

What matters is that you don't stray too much.

Don't worry, it'll work out. We're a team.

Mr. Chevalier, Francis, they're expecting you on set.

- Let's get to work then. - Yes!

- Let's go. - Absolutely.

Don't worry. What matters is that we have fun.

They call it "playing" for a reason.

Absolutely.

That's right. Okay, great...

So?

He's changing the scene.

He won't talk.

- What? - He won't say his lines.

He says killers don't talk.

What the fuck do I do?

I've been rehearsing for months. It's my only scene!

Goddammit.

I both agree and understand,

- but you have to stay calm. - How?

Francis, let's go!

Fuck.

What would he know about it; he doesn't know any murderers.

Maybe we should ask your father.

I'm sorry.

It'll be all right.

You're amazing.

You're amazing.

12 MINUTES PRIOR TO THE SHOOTING

Still nothing?

Five minutes ago, they were sipping coffee,

but they still hadn't ordered.

It's been 15 minutes. Let's go.

- You okay? - Yeah, I...

I don't know what's happening, my legs are...

And right here, it's like...

Are you all right?

There's this pain... right here.

Dammit, I'm stuck.

Holy hell.

- Out of the car. - What?

Throw some snow on your face.

Okay, now, breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

- Better? - Yeah, I'm okay.

Fuck, I...

- It happens. - Okay. I'm better now.

- I'm sorry, I-- - It's okay, take your time.

Let's wait a few minutes.

Yeah, man.

Fuck...

Did you speak to him?

I said, "Did you speak to him?"

No. Speak louder, my love.

I can't hear a thing with this storm.

How horrible.

I can't even imagine what they're going through.

And it was in his room?

My poor sweetheart, you must be exhausted.

How was your flight?

It went well.

Other than the two-hour delay, it went smoothly.

Honestly, I don't really want to go up there.

Twenty-two is so fucking young.

Anyway, I have to go. I love you.

Me too.

You've got this, sweetheart.

- Good morning. - Morning.

- A table for how many? - One person.

Follow me.

- Is this okay? - Yes.

Pretty bad out there, isn't it?

I think it's marvellous.

It'll be a snowy Christmas.

It is quite beautiful.

- Here's the menu. - Thanks.

Oops! Could I have a latte, please?

- Right away. - Thank you.

- Excuse me! - Yes?

I'd like to pay, please.

Be right with you, Sir.

Right.

As you've noticed, we've really fallen behind.

So, we won't be rehearsing.

We'll start shooting right away. I'm sorry.

But anyway, you all know what you have to do, right?

We'll be shooting two very wide shots.

Alain, you'll be coming in through that entrance.

You scan the room, move toward the table,

you two recite your dialogue, and then, bam! bam!

Actually, I'd like to go over something...

Let's discuss any issues when we move on to the close-ups.

If we don't get going, I'm going to lose my extras.

Alain comes in through that entrance.

He sees his targets, walks slowly toward the table -

you could look left and then, right -

dialogues, and then, bam!

Okay?

Let's give it a shot!

All right, let's go.

It's so fucking boring.

We've been here for, like, four hours, I just can't, anymore.

What do you want me to say? There's a huge storm raging,

and you didn't want to be late for practice, so, here we are.

And it's only been an hour and a half.

- Time is it? - Don't use that tone with me.

Time is it?

Don't use that tone with me.

I just want to know what time it is.

Why are we even doing this? I hate fencing. It sucks.

I'm quitting.

- You're not. - I am.

No, you're not.

I asked what you wanted to do, you said fencing,

I paid 500 bucks, you're not quitting.

You forced me.

I didn't. I said you had to practise a sport.

So, you forced me!

And why do I have to practise a sport?

You don't exercise at school, so you need exercise!

I'm quitting.

I'm quitting, Dad.

This is too long!

Time is it?

What time is it?!

Check your phone, you're usually always staring at it.

You're always staring at yours!

I'm always staring at mine, because you're always staring at yours!

What?

"I'm always staring at mine, because you're always starting at yours!"

I'll have two eggs, bacon, ham and toast.

- Eggs over easy? - As usual.

Okay, and for yourself?

I'll take the eggs benny with the salmon on the side.

Okay.

Eggs benny, seriously?

I like eggs benny...

- Will that be everything? - Yeah, that's it.

Oh! I'll be right with you.

No worries.

I have two eggs, bacon, ham

and eggs benny with the salmon on the side, please.

White or brown bread?

Oh, shit.

Excuse me...

- Let go of her. - Hey! No, no, no! No, no!

Let go of her.

Is this a joke? Is this a fucking joke?

Who the fuck do you think you are?

- Let go of her! - Let's get out of here!

Don't do it, for Christ's sake.

I don't even fucking know...

We're leaving!

What are you looking at?

Go, go, go, go!

Stop.

Just fucking stop.

Stop.

Can't a guy get some service?

I'm sorry. She came back...

How was I to know she'd come back?

When I gave the go-ahead, the coast was clear.

I swear, the coast was clear!

I figured, "It's now or never."

I should've waited. I'm sorry, I should've waited!

Oh, really?

You should've waited?

Great fucking deduction.

I could've fucking killed her!

Do I kill waitresses for a living?

I'm sorry.

Do you think I kill waitresses for a living?

A 15-second job took us two minutes!

Okay, give me your coat.

Lie down in the back.

Can we cut, please? Can we do it from the--

Did you hurt people, Daddy?

Yes.

Why?

I don't know, baby. It's complicated.

Were they bad?

Ye-- No, not all of them.

Are you a bad guy?

I don't think I am anymore.

Why not?

Because I love you too much.

I love you too much to be a bad guy.

Please forgive me.

It's okay.

I'm so sorry. I screwed up.

I was rattled because of the lines changing, and I...

I couldn't remember what I had to do.

Jesus, François, it was a wide shot!

- Francis, Francis... - Francis.

Who cares about the acting?

- It's a wide shot! - I know.

We'll clean everything up in the close-ups.

- This is a huge waste of time! - I'm sorry.

We have to start over completely.

Clean the room, the table.

You'll have to go to make up,

- you and... - Adrien.

Adrien.

And change the thingy.

No, no, my... thingy is fine.

Not yours, his!

You'll have to do a costume change.

That's at least one hour, for Christ's sake.

Why are you still even using those archaic things?

Bullet holes can easily be done in post-production these days.

Alain, I've told you, I'm doing this old school.

I want a vintage feel to it.

Oh, yes, vintage. Vintage...

I got mixed up, I'm sorry. We had new lines,

and because of the French accent, I can't just learn them like that.

Why don't you just let the kid do a Quebecois accent?

I've already told you why, he's from up North.

That's already been established.

The North, sure, but which North?

The North of France. Northern France!

Quebecois, Northern France, tomayto-tomahto.

It's purely esthetic.

Relax a little.

I'll relax when this idiot is done screwing up my takes.

No, no, no! Enough with the big words.

Anyway, he isn't to blame for the screwed up take, I am.

I changed the lines without telling him.

You... you changed the lines?

Yes.

You hadn't noticed?

Of course, yes.

I realized that you weren't talking,

but I thought it was because we were doing a wide shot

where you didn't want to...

No, I changed the lines. I'm going to keep quiet.

Can... can you at least tell me why?

Gilles, some parts of your script are wonderful,

others are complete shite.

This scene was one of them.

It wasn't realistic.

You could've told me ahead of time.

I tried.

But there was no rehearsal, we were behind,

and you were very uptight, so I couldn't tell you.

Join me for a drink?

Francis, Adrien, follow me.

You may not believe this, but ordinarily, Gilles is very likeable.

Quite the opposite of this.

For all I care, he could eat a pile of shit.

Hm, "a pile of shit."

How amusing! That's a new one.

It's a lot, isn't it?

Stop the car.

Stop the car!

Are you okay, love?

This is fucking disgusting!

It was fucking disgusting!

Will, what are you doing?

Don't call me Will!

You're going to catch a cold, sweetheart!

Don't call me sweetheart!

What's your fucking problem?

Okay, William, then, please, stop! You're going to freeze!

Who cares?

Why would you care if I freeze...

...when someone can just walk into a restaurant and massacre people?

What's the use of all of this anyway?

Dad...

Ms. Melançon, I've done everything I can for now.

I'll be back tomorrow.

Thank you.

Is 9:00 a.m. good for you?

Sure.

Do you need to be let in?

No, that's fine, I've got the key.

- And the code? - I've got that also.

Are you staying at a hotel?

I am.

- With your husband? - My husband?

I don't know where he is.

You shouldn't stay here.

It hurts when I move.

Shall I call someone? Can someone stay with you?

No. No.

Okay. I'm very sorry.

You often deal with this kind of thing, don't you?

"This kind of thing"?

No warning signs.

I didn't see it coming.

One rarely does.

The violence of it.

It's unimaginable.

Do you have children?

- No, Ma'am. - Do you want any?

I don't know.

I will never set foot in that room again.

Let me get you to the hotel, okay?

- I'm sorry. - It's okay.

You're not too cold?

I'm fine, Dad.

I don't know what the use is.

I can't answer that.

But...

there is still beauty.

Even on days like today,

after everything that's happened...

there is still beauty.

There you go. Good as new.

Thank you.

I don't want to die.

Bloody hell, I don't want to die.

I'll pay you back twofold.

Triple even. I'll do anything, mate.

I'll do... Fucking goddammit!

I don't wanna die.

I don't wanna die this way. I'll pay.

I'll give you whatever you want, but don't kill me. Don't.

Please, don't...

You die well.

I was just... I don't know.

I don't actually know why I'm here.

Wine?

No, thanks.

You know, I was your age when I shot my first film.

I had one line, "May I have some water, please?"

Yep.

Now, this line was eight minutes into a 12-minute long take.

The camera followed the lead and then, stopped on me.

That was my cue, "May I have some water, please?"

Quite simple, really.

But the take was complex.

So, we rehearsed and everyone got into position.

We knew what we had to do.

"Rolling, action!"

The camera stops on me...

and I freeze.

I don't know why, but I freeze.

And on top of that, I look at the camera.

So, I mess up the shot,

and we start over.

Camera stops on me...

I freeze.

I froze three or four times.

They fired me. Obviously.

I was mortified.

I thought my film career was over.

I know the feeling.

Yeah. Wine?

- Maybe a little. - Yep.

But you know what I remember

when I think back on that moment?

"Wine in hand, gather a band."

I remember the extra's eyes,

the girl to whom I asked for some water.

Her friendly, compassionate gaze.

Supportive.

My lover's eyes.

She became my wife.

We've been together ever since.

Crazy, isn't it? Just goes to show...

all things are difficult before they get easy.

You'll get there.

- Sir? - Yes?

I think we saw the killers on our way to the restaurant.

Are you sure of that, buddy?

There was a young guy and an old guy, they were shovelling.

Do you need your mittens, Marcel?

Marcel...

Marcel Tremblay, maybe?

Could be.

He worked for Benito, back in the day.

Look, get a line-up ready

and show it to the kid. You never know.

Hi, Mr. Tremblay, how are you?

- Oh, Ms. Brossard. - Yes.

- I was admiring the scenery. - Beautiful, isn't it?

Quite a storm we had.

Indeed.

The kids have been asking about you.

- Really? - Yes.

An assassin? A hired gun?

Yeah.

I guess you could call him that.

Jesus.

- He's done with that now. - Yeah.

What happened?

He had a target, a contract,

and...

he had gotten a hotel room under a false name.

He had a heart attack,

so they called an ambulance,

but that's when...

they discovered a bunch of things in his hotel room.

Fake ID... weapons...

He was sentenced to... 10 years in jail.

How old were you?

I was five when it happened.

That's not very old.

We're ready for you on set.

Very well. Let's get this over with.

Don't worry, lad.

Gilles is a real pain, he's on edge.

All you have to do is remain calm.

Understood.

In everything you do, take a step back and you'll have the advantage.

Thank you.

Are you okay?

I'm heading back to the hotel, I need some air.

Are you sure?

I love you.

Good luck.

Welcome to l'Hôtel du Congrès.

Good evening.

Here we are, Madeleine.

There you go.

Can I do anything else for you?

No, thank you.

Do you have anything to help you sleep?

You're a nice man, Benoît.

No, Ma'am, I'm simply doing my job.

You know that's not true.

You're a nice man.

If I can offer you any solace...

Because frankly, I can't even imagine what you're going--

You can't, but you're trying.

You're trying to imagine.

And that's invaluable. It's... inestimably precious.

And it might just be enough...

for tonight.

Try to get some rest.

We can talk again tomorrow.

All right.

Hello, you've reached Roselyne.

I'm currently unavailable, leave a message.

It's me.

I just finished work and wanted to talk to you.

It was rough, so, anyway, call or text me back.

When did you start using FaceTime?

I wanted to see you.

It's not every day you find out your daughter's pregnant.

What are you up to?

I'm going back to the hotel. I'm pretty beat.

Look.

Wow!

Where are you?

I'm on the Mountain. I felt like walking.

- It was quite the snowstorm. - Really? How much snow?

They're saying 35-40 centimetres.

But the sky has finally cleared up. It's beautiful.

- You walked up? - I can see the moon.

What's that?

Did I walk? Oh, I was just saying I can see the moon,

even though it's only 4:00 p.m.

It's kind of cloudy over here.

Let me just move a bit.

Your fuckin' little hottie isn't answering?

I wonder what she's up to.

Places, everyone. We're doing a single shot this time.

You said you loved me this morning, Marcel.

Yeah, because I do.

You know that.

I do, but...

why this morning?

Is there something going on?

Okay, I see it now.

You do?

Good!

Good.

Marcel, what's going on?

Nothing.

The city is beautiful,

you're pregnant...

I'm proud of you.

I want you to know that.

Dad, what's going on?

Hi. How's it going?

I killed again.

What?

You did what?

I killed today.

Roselyne?

Roselyne.

Are you okay?

I have to...

Don't move. You have to stay still.

- Call an ambulance. - I already did.

- I'm... - No, don't move.

Give me your hand. What's your name?

- I'm... - Stay still. What's your name?

Marie.

Marie? I'm Benoît.

We're waiting for an ambulance, you'll be okay.

I'm...

- Where are they? - Almost here.

I'm sorry, this was my fault.

The ambulance is almost here.

Very good. We're done with this scene.

That's a wrap for today.

If everyone could remain silent, we're recording room tone.

Stay where you are. Silence, please.

Silence for room tone, stand still and...

we're rolling.

We would love to live longer.

Atone for our mistakes,

find those whom we have lost.

Start anew.

Be entitled to a second chance.

One last chance.

One more day.

One more second.

But there is a limit.

And this limit...

is violent.

It's ruthless.

Eventually, there is just too much pain.

We must accept that our lives are insufficient, and tell ourselves...

I have lived my life.

And it was enough.

This is it.

It is the hardest decision.

But the most dignified one.

And what can we offer those people?

The people who choose death?

The same thing we give ourselves throughout our lives:

compassion,

and love.

That is the only answer.

The most beautiful answer.

Sharing someone's plight,

sharing their fear or their serenity

knowing full well that one day,

this plight, this fear, this serenity will be yours,

that's what I call gratuitous love.

We often talk of gratuitous violence

but not of gratuitous love.

It exists.

Solidarity exists.

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