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NEW FRANCE

Marie-Loup...

Marie-Loup...

My little Marie!

No. It is not Marie-Loup, Father.

Don't you recognize me?
I'm her daughter, France.

France?

You got my note.

It was very selfish of me.

But the hope of seeing you again...
has kept me alive.

Thank God.

But first of all...

I don't want this falling

into the hands of strangers.

Your poor mother
wouldn't keep it at the time.

But I was to blame.

I know.

I have read it a thousand times.

"Marie...

"I say your name over...

"and over again...

"and it's the sweetest sound...

"1 have ever heard.

"Marie, with the she-wolf's eyes.

"Now that I have met you
I've become my true self.

"Before that, I had a future.

"Now...

"I have a destiny."”

Here.

TWENTY YEARS EARLIER...

<1759.>

Francois.

You're too late,
my poor boy.

Your father just died.

There you go.

Thank you.

Say, Jean-Baptiste,
did my father leave you some money?

I'm very grateful to him.

A modest amount,
but quite enough for me.

I'll double it.

If you thank me,
I'll half it.

Your father gave me instructions.

The papers are ready and the notary
is waiting for you to call on him.

There are a lot of accounts
to go through.

We can't let your debtors
take advantage of the situation.

Jean-Baptiste...
you're shaving me and boring me.

That's quite enough, no?

Come here,
you little savage!

Is that splendid decoration
for your courage?

Or were you trying to baptize her
with your holy oil?

He's got a knife!

That's enough.

Carry on.

Go home!

My daughter?

I'll be fine.

Show me.

You like her?

- Yes.
- Good.

Go now!

Come on, my Menutan!

France, bring the ointment.

Don't worry.

Do not trust the man
who gives the orders!

Bigot - that foul man!

The Devil take him!

Robbing us isn't enough for him.

He lets his men rape our women.

Here.

Acoona's not your daughter.

Who says?

She's no less my daughter
than France.

- Yoo-hoo!
-

For red blotches
and broken veins,

You took quite a risk, my lovely.
Is your sister always this reckless?

She's not my sister.
She's my mother.

But she's so young!

I was married
when I was 14,

No! With a spirited girl like you,

I bet your husband
has to keep his eyes open.

He's watching me...
from on high.

A widow? Already?

How sad.

You've got a few tricks
up your sleeve.

Is there a cream
for getting rid of the first wrinkles?

Not today,
but I can make you up a pot.

It's a miraculous remedy.

Payment in advance.

I have love potions too!

Has anyone told you
what beautiful eyes you have?

Yes.

"Smile"!

- What's your name?
- France.

Francois!

My compliments,< mademoiselle.>

And what's her name?

Marie Carignan.

But everyone calls her Marie-Loup.

It's because she can see in the dark.

You're...

You're a brave woman.

It's not hard
when men are such cowards.

- All the men?
- There may be the odd exception.

I must admit, though,
I was scared to death.

Exactly. Courage goes
hand in hand with fear.

You're teaching her to read?

That's the best gift.

She deserves it.

Thank you.

To who do I have
the honour of speaking?

Francois Le Gardeur.

At your service.

Marie Carignan.

I know. You're--

Francois Le Gardeur.

Xavier Maillard.

I wasn't sure it was you,

with all those stripes,
minus your beard.

Thank you.

You arrived just in time.

You mean now,
or earlier on?

Let's have a drink.

Why didn't you tell him
the priest was teaching me how to read?

Are you ashamed
you don't know how to?

I'm ashamed for your grandfather.

He's never thought studying mattered.

Then I'm going to be
more intelligent than you.

More educated than me.

Intelligence doesn't come from here.

It comes from here.

All I care about, sweetie,
is that you don't grow up ignorant.

Then you'll be truly free.

I love you, you know?

I always forget.
You have to keep telling me.

I love you...

- Tell me again.
- I love you...

Don't tell me you've sunk
to dabbling in the peasantry.

Quebec is full of girls,

with all the polish they need
to take their place in society.

And now, your heritage
will attract them like flies.

Do you think any of those society girls
would risk their lives for a savage?

You haven't changed.

I have a very important message for you.

Bigot wants to meet you,
tomorrow night.

An invitation or an order?

Don't be too clever with him.

I warn you.
He has no time for braggarts.

That's too bad.

He's coughing up yellow stuff.
And he's lost some more hair.

I'll tell you a secret.

Everyone thinks I'm his servant,
but I'm not.

He bought me,
from a captain in the West Indies.

No! You're having me on.

I'm not complaining.

Don't tell me
he's never touched you.

Never!

It's me who touches him...

when he needs a rub down there.

He says it helps him
keep impure thoughts at bay...

especially when he sees you.

We're going to have a big storm.
I love that.

Go home, all of you.
You're attracting the evil eye!

You don't need to be three
for God to listen.

My little Marie-Loup!

Drop these in some boiling water.

I always knew you were special,
even when you were only 6.

I've loved you like a daughter,

more than a daughter.

Calm yourself, Father.
The fever is making you delirious.

Marie-Loup.

Careful.

You were married for several years,
but you've only a daughter.

What happened?

You didn't try to stop
having a family, did you?

Gosselin, God rest his soul,
was always in such a hurry.

- He should have taken longer.
- Yeah!

- He never went in deep enough.
- Oh yeah?

Calm yourself, Father!

The night is for sleeping, Francois.

I never knew
you were so hard working.

Neither did ll.

Tell me, Jean-Baptiste.

All those farms my father took...

the families he turned out of their homes

and the wheelings and dealings
with Bigot,

didn't that keep him awake?

Not to my knowledge.
He was a strong man.

No... a hard man.

I'm going to have to pass.

I pass as well, I guess.

Look at that!

My friends fell for your bluff,
as the English say.

But I reckoned you looked too honest
to be trusted.

Until the return match,
young man!

- Your father was luckier than you.
- In cards.

Good evening.

Gentlemen.

An inheritance like yours
entails obligations as well as privileges.

Obligations with regards to you,

To me and to the colony,
in both private and public interest.

For years, we've called on your father's
good offices for various transactions.

The most important was on the verge
of completion when fate...

As soon as you've taken over,
we must tie up this affair.

Time is running out.

Do you mean the war,
Bigot?

Wars are won, my young friend,
and peace is paid for.

Which is the most expensive?

Remember France has her wars in Europe.
So as far as the colonies--

But there's one colony
that France will never abandon.

I only hope
God agrees with you.

Rumour has it
that instead of losing Canada,

our good King Louis
will use her as currency.

Everything can be negotiated,
Le Gardeur, even a country.

Goodnight, Francois.

Go!

ROYAL NAVAL COMMAND
ENGLAND

Hello.

For your mother.

Old Matawa

says

your mother
has the skin of a paleface,

and the heart of an Innu!

She's not afraid of anything!

She'd never have let them hurt you.

The man

who spoke to you...

What does he want?

My mother!

I asked about him,
but she refuses to talk.

She's afraid of him.

That's because she likes him!

Love is so complicated.

Yes.

But it's so good!

They're already making eyes at you.

Of course!

But I choose who I want.

- It's beautiful.
- Thank you.

But you don't need them,

Thank you. Some days I do.
Some days I don't.

I had a very rejuvenating potion
this morning, as it happens.

Let me do something about that.

For you.

No, I can't accept it.

Do as I say. This is my house.
I'm giving the orders.

It's magnificent.

But why?

Because I'm your friend.

And because I want you
to come to the ball.

So that's what this dress is for?

You're so naive.
No, this is for everyday wear.

Wait.

This is for you.

But I keep all the memories
still clinging to it.

- 1 thought I heard voices.
- An unexpected visitor.

A little wildcat
I've taken under my wing.

You saw her
at the market the other day.

Bigot wants her as a gift
for the ball.

You're in a hurry to leave
all of a sudden.

Bigot's lucky to have
such an understanding mistress.

Do you often give him
such presents?

Whenever a pretty girl
catches his eye.

But she still has to be interested
in his advances.

- That girl has quite a strong character.
- Good.

He knows how to force them
if they resist.

I'm going.

I could tell you some stories.

You impressed him last night
and you're in his good books now...

after letting him win.

Good morning, Marie Carignan.

I recognized you from a distance.

It wasn't difficult.

I wasn't expecting to see you here.

Our paths must be destined to cross.

Our paths don't cross<.>
They follow each other.

Did de Roquebrune
send you?

I wouldn't have gone there
if ll knew I'd see you again.

But then I wouldn't have seen you.

You see me now.
What's it change?

A lot of things.

You make me want to look further ahead
than the present.

You're very friendly
with Bigot apparently.

Tell him to stop
bleeding us farmers dry.

Tell him yourself.
He's invited you to the palace?

A word of advice, if I may.

Don't go.

You obviously feel
I don't fit in there.

You fit in de Roquebrune's
good books, for sure.

Ever wondered why?

I'll ask her myself,
when I'll see her at the ball.

Please do.

People in town say you're a witch.

They're the first to come to me
with a toothache.

Don't look after them.
That'll teach them.

It wouldn't teach them anything.

You know, evil is one disease
that can't be cured.

Let's go eat.
Grandmother's waiting.

Look! Over there. A wolf.

Where? Oh yes, in the undergrowth!
I see him now.

My God! He's enormous.

Save me,< Maman!>

Welcome!

- Hi, Grandma.
- My dear!

Hello!

Look! I found you
some sarsaparilla roots.

They're nice.
Thank you.

Hello, Father.

- Hello, Grandfather.
- Hi.

Haven't you forgotten something?

Bread is holy, my girl.
Don't you ever forget it.

Bless us, Lord, and these thy fruits
we receive from thy bounty.

Don't you make the sign of the cross,
you savage?

Don't start again.
You know she hasn't been baptized.

She doesn't think like we do.
Leave her alone.

Those savages don't have souls
till they're baptized.

Go ask the priest.

He's got nothing to be proud of
with that dirty Negress of his.

I hardly know you, Father.

You rant and rave about everything.

You hate the savages.
You hate the Negroes.

You have no respect for anyone.

What's worse,
you think you're always right.

That's dangerous.

Everyone in this house is miserable.

Do you really
want to isolate yourself?

Because you are doing just that.

Thief!

We go through this farce every year!

You accuse us of robbing you

but how do you expect us to feed the army
defending you from the English?

We know all about your scheming,
Lavigueur!

You dangle the English in front of us
and rob us behind our backs!

You auctioned off my sow
instead of feeding the army!

My brother was there
and he recognized her.

You should know
that all sows look alike.

Same as assholes,
Sergeant!

Except that some are shittier
than others!

Don't let him get away!

Hello, Le Gardeur.

Acoona, how's your foot?

It's almost healed.

Hello, Marie-Loup.

Hello.

Do you think they'll kiss?

I don't know.

We'll see.

He might try,

but she won't let him.

I know her!

That's a pity.

Really!

Shame on you,
Basile Lavigueur!

- Good Lord!
- If you don't want to go to Hell...

- He's cured!
- ...go back to being a butcher!

- A miracle.
- And stop persecuting the poor!

A witch's trickery, you mean?

I don't make the decisions.
I only follow orders.

Tell the Bigot for me

that the local people
can barely feed their own families.

He will end up
with a revolt on his hands.

- Now go!
- Thank you!

Guards!

- Let me through!
- Stop him!

Go back home, all of you!
That's an order, or there'll be trouble!

You're lucky
you're wearing a cassock, Father,

or I'd show you what you get
for challenging the authorities.

I'm not wearing a cassock.

Go ahead.
Show me.

You're very brave.

De Vaudreuil?

Oh pardon.

My name will do.

All titles are valueless in the house
of he who wore only a crown of thorns.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Nouvelle-France
is in grave danger, Father.

Imminent danger.

You can defend Nouvelle-France.

The people here trust you.

Probably because
I'm a born-and-bred Canadian, like them.

It's my weakness and my strength.

A few months ago, you asked me
if I knew anyone you could trust.

I remember catching you off balance.

Yes, you did.

Since then, however,
I've met a brave young man

who has guts and a heart.

Really?

Excuse me, sir.
Le Gardeur.

Francois Le Gardeur!

Greetings!

Were you surprised by my invitation?

Surprised and honoured.

You were recommended to me
by a mutual friend,

Father Blondeau.

He sings your praises.

What do you want with me,

I want you to go to Versailles,

and talk to de Pompadour.

Me? Go to Paris?

You went to university there,
didn't you?

And read political sciences,
what's more?

So you must know France's foreign policy
is run by the

How can I succeed
where you have failed?

An emissary is more eloquent

than letters and reports
that get lost.

And what's more, it's high time
that the born-and-bred Canadians

took their destiny
into their own hands.

When should I leave?

As soon as possible.

May I suggest you begin your mission
by a visit to Geneva?

Geneva?

Ferney. It's very close.

I think I can arrange a meeting for you

with France's leading influence
in the universe of ideas.

Voltaire?

But he's violently opposed
to the Canadian cause.

Violently opposed,
but not an enemy.

He'll listen to you intelligently.

And besides,
he's one of La Pompadour's protégés,

which doesn't hurt.

Come.

I see your disdain for the peasantry
has its exceptions.

Like your scorn for the aristocracy.

I hear you're getting on very nicely
with Vaudreuil.

Did you give him some beaver pelts?
That would explain it.

Laugh if you like,

but there's nothing laughable
about the situation.

We must talk, Xavier.
You know I trust you. Come.

You are beautiful!

- So are you.
- Come. I'll show you around.

He recognized you,
and the dress too.

He won't have much difficulty
separating one from the other.

What wonderfully wild eyes!
Perfect!

He saw you with your daughter.
I told him she was your sister.

- Why?
- You can play at being a pure young girl.

Nothing excites him
as much as conquering virgin territory.

He's bored with colonialism.

It takes two to play.
Don't count on me.

Hoity-toity! I thought you'd be grateful.
Don't disappoint me.

You should feel honoured,
not give yourself airs and graces.

How naive I was ever to believe
in your friendship,< Madame'>

You won't get far
and you'll only make a fool of yourself.

I want what's best for you,
once Bigot's happy, of course.

I know him.

He'll handle the whole thing correctly,
so get what you can out of it.

He's capable of anything,
even generosity.

I'd rather he saved
his generosity for you.

I won't stand for that.

Good. He loves being stood up to.

A word of advice, though:

Don't use your nails or your teeth,
if you don't want them pulled out.

He can be cruel too.

We're here to enjoy ourselves,
damn it!

I've got to talk to you about Bigot,

and documents I found about him
among my father's papers.

What sort of documents?

Documents that could send him
and his conspirators to the Bastille

for a long time.

You're risking your head
spreading slander like that.

If my word isn't enough,
come to my house and see.

Unless the soldier's
forgotten how to read.

Why didn't you
talk to Vaudreuil about it,

as you're getting along so well?

I already have.

Any illusions he had about Bigot
vanished ages ago.

There's a very good chance I go to Paris
on a confidential mission.

Francois,
you can count on my loyalty.

How could I have forgotten
the de Vaudreuil

has authority over Bigot?

Take her there now.

Make sure she's ready.
I'm in no mood for foreplay.

I'll do my best.
But be warned, she's stubborn.

All the better.
Truss her up, and I'll ram her.

Lucky girl.

Ladies and gentlemen!
Your attention, please!

Look.

Scissors?

Bravo!

This is the way you thank me?

I've never been so humiliated
in all my life!

I know I should have
listened to you.

Your only mistake
was not believing in my friendship.

Friendship, in exchange for what?

You're just like the rest of them.

It's all a game to you.

You really think so?

But I wish I did.

You probably think
I have nothing to be proud about.

I know I'm no one important,

But I am my own person.

You're stronger than me.
Go on, make me. I don't care.

And if you kissed me first...

would you care then?

That would change everything.

You'll make me suffer
sooner or later.

So we might as well
get it over with.

Go right away.

Grab his father's papers,
registers, bills, everything.

Shouldn't we arrest him?
He must still be around.

I don't want any scandals.
The papers first.

Seize your friend
when he gets home.

I'll interrogate him myself later. Go.

- Bigot?
- Yes.

I've tried to stop thinking about you
ever since that day.

Love is all I long for.

But I can't give myself by half.

You're saying that to a man
who wants to give you everything.

I've been thinking about you endlessly.

Whenever I close my eyes,
I see you.

When I open them,
I look for you.

What can I do
to make you trust me?

Kiss me.

Still full of stars in my head.

What's he given her?

An Innu doll.

It must be for you.

For me?
She's the one he wants.

How do they breathe?

I'll tell you later.

Don't go any further, Francois.

Bigot's men have searched the house
and left guards.

It's a trap.

They've killed Jean-Baptiste.

What?

Stop, Francois.
You're out of your league.

They took everything.

Your father's registers,
the deeds, the lot.

You have nothing left.
You're a nobody.

You're a dead man.

You took a risk,
warning me like this.

Why?

Maybe to remind myself
what it's like to feel clean.

Go now. Leave.

They said you're going to
pursue the affair in Paris.

You have no time to lose.
Don't stay a minute longer, I beg you.

God bless you, Francois.

Goodbye.

Know why she went
to church this morning?

To ask God to protect him.

Hello.

Is the white woman here?

Why do you want her?

For her,

and no one else.

It's urgent.

Will you come back?

I belong...

to no one.

Give this to Marie-Loup.

Hurry!

What is it?

What's wrong, my child?

I need your help.

<"Nothing has changed...>

<"neither my plans for our life together>

<"Let's go away and live together forever>

<"Be very careful,>

<"I love you, Marie-Loup.">

Well?

It's a letter that says farewell.

What? It can't be.

There's a price on his head.

He says he must
leave the country immediately.

But he can't go without me.

I told him I'd follow him anywhere.
You've read it wrong.

Look, you know this word.

"France.”

He begs you to stay here
for your daughter's sake.

He refuses to let you
share a life of...

How does he put it?

Oh yes.

"...a life of pitfalls and dangers."

How does it finish?

Does he say he loves me?

He says you must forget him.

He doesn't want you
to ruin your life for him.

He asks you not to tell anyone
about this letter.

Look.

He's underlined it.

"No one."

No one...

He'll come back.
I know he will.

I love him.
I love him so much.

I cannot live without him.

What are you doing here?

Marie-Loup's being watched by the militia.
No need to tell you why.

She was afraid they'd follow her
so she asked me to come.

What for?

To speak with you.

She received your letter

but she can't go with you.

She has to think of little France.

She begs you
to not hold it against her.

No, that's impossible.

Please, Father, talk to her.
She trusts you. She told me.

Look at me, for God's sake.
You know I can make her happy.

I'm sure you can, my son.

But you know Marie-Loup.

She goes her own way.

I can't make her change her mind,
nor can anyone else.

I'm not leaving without her.

They're looking everywhere for you.

Your stubbornness
may put her in danger.

The militia.

I'm unarmed.

The brave captain
can shoot me down without risk.

Don't tempt me,
Le Gardeur.

I'm not asking anything
for myself, Xavier.

You're a man of honour.
See she isn't harassed.

You're a fine one
to talk about honour.

Bigot honoured you with his trust,
and you plot against him.

Let's talk about your Bigot.

He's lining his pockets while our soldiers
are massacred for a lost cause.

Did you read my father's registers?

1 did. It's the only reason
you're still alive.

You were born on this land, Xavier,
SO were your men.

They will live here in grinding poverty
till the end of their days.

Does your loyalty lie with them
or your superiors?

Save your speeches
for your funeral!

How do you expect to resist the English
if you can't even stand up to Bigot?

Get out of here.

But I warn you,

I'm not giving you a second chance.

Tell her...

Tell her I love her...

despite herself and despite myself.

It's true my weak health has prevented me
from visiting the savages in Canada.

But there is another reason:

the example of our nations
fighting out there

has made those savages
almost as evil as we are.

Be that as it may,

ll don't need to go there
to see the obvious.

What is obvious exactly?

You're talking about a country.
I see a continent.

France owns a large slice of it
by treaty, I agree.

But tell me.

What is a possession worth
if we can't defend it?

War is expensive
and war appals me.

Men were made to learn from each other,
not kill each other.

The harsh truth is that Quebec isn't worth
the bones of a single French grenadier.

You're ignoring the injustice
suffered by the Canadians in this tragedy.

Isn't it the duty of all honest men

to ensure that all injustices
are brought to the ears of all the people?

You're turning my own words
against me.

Your conduct should vex me

but I find your impertinence stimulating.

de Vaudreuil was quite right
to suggest you meet de Pompadour.

Would you like me to send her a note
in your favour?

It's more than I expected.
God bless you,

Don't bring him into this.

You might pay Jean-Jacques Rousseau
a visit, in the meantime.

Your tales of your stay
with the noble savages

will have him drooling
at the mouth.

Over here!

- Help us!
- It's Carignan and her daughter!

Acoona!

France! Come.

Come, my love.

Acoona!

Talk to me!
Say something!

What can I do to forget?

Don't even try.

If you forget her,
that means she died for nothing.

I'd rather stop thinking about her.

That's not the way it works.

How does it work?

You can keep Acoona alive
in your heart.

That way you can talk to her

and tell her how sad you feel.

Sometimes I feel angry with her.

You can tell her that too.

She'll understand.

I love it when we talk like this.

So do l.

When you were in my tummy,

you and I,
we were the same.

And then, when you were born,

you became someone else.

Did it make you feel sad?

At first...

because I didn't know
I could feel even closer to you.

Like now.

I love you,< Maman.>

ll love you so much.

To be honest,

only yesterday
I'd have lent half an ear

to de Vaudreuil's request.

But the news I received
early this morning

has thrown another light
on your undertaking.

News from Canada,

A defeat for our troops
at the gates of Quebec,

and glory for General Wolfe.

Posthumous glory.

Apparently, he recited
a poem on the battlefield.

The bookworm
will be finished off by worms.

You're very silent.

Yes. I'm thinking
of the people I left behind.

Waging two wars at once,

one in Europe
and the other one in America.

Is that not venturing
far beyond our means?

Quebec may not realize it,
but the financial situation in France

has been put under dire pressure
with times as they are.

I'm sure it has.

I can't make head or tail
of England's calculations.

They're spending more money
tearing Canada from us by force

than the colony will ever bring in.

Our spies inform us
they intend to attack again.

It's not too late
to save Nouvelle-France.

Military reinforcements
are not the only solution.

There is another way
that is just as crucial.

Dismiss the crooks and the bunglers
governing the colony immediately.

Eliminate the bunglers
from the positions of power?

Sheer genocide!

Seriously,

I know for a fact
that our garrison in Montreal

can hold out indefinitely
against English provocations.

The English.

For along time, I believed
they were Canada's main enemies.

They're the most visible, that's for sure,
which makes them the least dangerous.

I'm grateful you pointed this out to me.
My compliments,

My brothers and sisters,
my friends!

The war is over.

Governor Vaudreuil has signed
the colony's surrender in Montreal.

The English have pledged their word

to respect the inhabitants' rights

to their property and their goods.

Our freedom
to practice the Catholic region

will not be compromised in any way.

The inhabitants
can gather in churches

and receive the sacraments
with nothing to fear.

In exchange,
the mission of the clergy

is to promote good relations
with the conquerors

and to ensure
that the Faithful are respectful

of their authority.

There is nothing more to say.

Nouvelle-France is no more.

Aren't you going to bed?

I'm not sleepy.

Because of Frangois?

Do you still talk to him?

In your heart, I mean.

No, I've stopped talking to him.

I'm doing all I can to forget him.

It doesn't seem to be working.

If I could go back inside your tummy,
all tiny again, I would.

Then you'd never feel lonely anymore.

And we could start all over again.

Have we fallen out?

Why don't you come
to warm my bed anymore?

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

He's not for us.

You don't seem to be
in a party mood.

Here, take him.

He needs looking after as well.

I don't like cats.

I know you still think of him.

You've lost your lover...

and I've lost my best friend.

He can't be alive anymore.
Otherwise, we'd have heard from him.

There's no other explanation.

Let me take care of you.

Marry me.

I'll talk to your father.

Say what you have to say,
Xavier Maillard.

But the pittance you earn
pen-pushing for the English

could never support a family.

So if this is about my daughter,
my answer is no.

You're right. I'm going to
ask you for her hand,

but your answer will be yes.

You drink and live a wild life.
You're known by every whore in Quebec.

You finished?

I hold my reputation very dear!

Giving you my daughter
will disgrace my name.

Miller Carignan's reputation!

Tell me about it.

Did you know Bigot and his henchmen
have been thrown into the Bastille?

These gentlemen can't stop talking

about the underhanded dealings
of the former regime.

Your name has come up
in several statements,

along with your associate,
old Le Gardeur.

It would be a real shame

if those documents
started circulating in Quebec.

Wouldn't it?

About her dowry,

it's not the moment
to be greedy.

You're not gonna marry him.

Life is hard in this country...

especially for a woman
on her own.

You'll be leaving home
in a few years' time.

Don't deny it.
I know you will.

But I don't want to be on my own.

But you'll be on your own with him.

You frighten me sometimes.
You're growing up too fast.

Not enough to stop you
from doing something silly.

Marie Madeleine
Joseph Suzanne Carignan,

do you take
as your lawfully wedded husband...

Xavier Thomas Maillard...

and solemnly promise
here before God...

to fulfill your duties as wife...

respectfully...

and obediently?

If you consent,

say I do.

Yes, I do.

God! You're beautiful.

I've wanted you for so long, Marie.

And you knew it.

I'm capable of loving you truly.

And you...

are you willing
to be mine forever?

If you want me,
you'll have to make me yours first.

Hello!

You're needed.

Is it Matawa?
Has something happened?

You're needed. Come!

What's this all about?

Tell me!

I was so afraid you'd forget me.

You made me lose count.

So the savages didn't keep you?

They can't be
as stupid as they seem.

All that for the hog?

It's a good price.

Except you'll take half of it off me.

I must have been drunk
when I signed that damn contract.

Keep the lot for all I care.

You drink too much.

We can't go on like this.
We must separate.

We should never have
gotten married.

I don't love you.

I've never loved you.

We'll go and see the priest.
He'll understand.

Marie-Loup?

For the love of God,
what's happened?

Don't touch me.

Calm down, Marie-Loup.

Did Maillard do that?

Surprised? At least,
he didn't strike me in the back!

What do you mean? He came to see me.
He's looking all over for you.

- You've refused him for months.
- He disgusts me.

Conjugal duty is sacred, my child.

I'm not your child!

Isn't your own sin mortal?

I've known you all my life.
You've baptized me.

But you took advantage
of my ignorance.

You lied to me.

Lied blatantly.

Here! In front of the altar
and before God!

So he's come back.

Forgive me.

Forgiving you won't undo
the harm you've done.

I want a separation,
and my share of the property back.

You'll help me.

I don't have the right.

Resign yourself, Marie-Loup.

Maillard has his faults,
but he is your husband.

You must obey and respect him.

Go to hell, Father!

Father Blondeau lent it to me.

I can only understand half of it,
but that doesn't matter.

Just half makes me want to
fly up and away.

Does it hurt?

I'm going to tell you a secret.

A real secret.

He's come back.

Frangois?

He's asked me
to go away with him,

and to bring you along
if you'd like.

Why did he say that?
Of course I want to!

We'll meet him tomorrow.

Don't tell anyone.
Not even Grandma.

And pack your things.
We won't be back for a long time.

What about Xavier?
Won't he stop us?

Francois will cut through the woods.

We'll wait for him
at I'Anse au Rocher.

I'll wait here. Hurry!

Well...

we'll wait for him here.

You'll never have the Carignan girl!

The wolves are all you're good for now.
You're dead meat!

Leave. Now.

If you ever come back,
I'll kill you.

You'll never see your handsome lover
again, cuckold's honour.

What did you say?

You heard me.

- Leave!
- Go away!

Filthy little brat!

I hate you both.

You'll pay for this.

Marie-Loup?

It's me, Mélodie.

So...

he was found dead
in the stable...

with head wounds?

Blows from the horse's hooves, maybe?

You weren't there?

Maillard was blind drunk yesterday.
You can see the result.

I was scared,
so my daughter and I slept here.

I found this in your house.

I couldn't ask for your permission.
You weren't there.

- It's his hair.
- It looks like it.

But if your husband died in the stable,
who brought this into the house?

I wish I knew.

If it's all right with you,
Carignan,

I'll have the body brought here
for the wake.

I put her to bed.
We've got to do something.

The children have been
shouting terrible things at her.

They even threw stones at her.

Mélodie, can you do me a favour?

Anything you like.

Go get my aunt at the hospice.
You know her, the nun.

Tell her I need her.

It's urgent.

Don't worry.

They say you slept with the devil
to have me.

And that's just the start.
People are so cruel.

I love you.

- Thank you.
- Anytime.

Come, France.

We'll be fine.
You'll see.

My poor child!

We've got to think
about you now.

There are prayers
against wickedness,

but I don't know any
against stupidity.

They've turned on me
as if I was a stranger,

but I'm one of them.

Oh no, you're not.
You're from very different stock.

They've accused your father of murder.
We've got to do something.

You have no right. He didn't do anything.
It was an accident.

Make him see sense.

You're wearing their uniform,
but it doesn't mean you're not one of us.

You should rest another day.

I can't wait.

The trial...

It's already begun.

You're my brother.

And because you're my brother,

I worry about you.

Be careful.

I saw them leaving the mill
at sunup.

Whom did you see leaving?

Him! With her!

They were hurrying
so no one saw them.

You saw them leave together?

Then what?

I saw them come back,
after they'd done their dirty work.

Did you see the accused carrying out
what you call their dirty work?

How could I?
I was in the mill.

Grandjean,

can you give us any facts

to prove that the defendants
intended to harm Maillard?

Harm him?

They wanted to do him in.

The day before, Marie-Loup came round
whining that her husband beat her up.

I heard it with my own eyes.

We got on all right.

I'm talking about
an intimate relationship.

The groom Dieudonné
says in his statement

that he saw you,
and these are his exact words:

"Do the beast with two backs
in the barn with Maillard."

It was just to help him.

He thought
he couldn't do it anymore

because the witch had cast a spell
on his private parts.

The witch?

What witch?

Over there!

The she-devil!

That's how she does it!

She stares at us
with those white eyes of hers.

Stop her!

She sets my blood boiling!

Thank you.

What for?

You asked to see me.

I came...

with the secret hope
that you'd forgiven me.

Hope? I have no more hope.

I'm ready to hear your confession.

Well, I'm not ready to confess.

It was an excuse to get you here.

Can I ask you to give this
to the Mother Superior at the Home?

It's for my daughter.

Nobody knows she's there.

You know how sensitive she is.

She must be kept away
from these horrors.

Confession is not
the most important thing.

You just have to say you are sorry
from your heart

and I can give you
your absolution.

You think I've killed him too.

That's not for me to say.
Thank God.

But why does your father
refuse to speak?

His testimony
could change everything.

If only you could
make him see sense.

What does it mean:
"make him see sense"?

The less he says the better.

I'd rather he stays
stubborn as a mule.

I don't understand you,
Marie-Loup.

Good.

Is that a prayer book, France?

Yes, Aunt.

Read me one then.

"She was from a world

"where the greatest beauty
has the harshest destiny.

"She was a rose,
living like a rose...

"for a brief morning."

That's not really a prayer.

Yes, Aunt.

When God hears that,
it makes him think.

He's not the only one. Here.

It's for you.

LOVE YOUR MAMAN

They claim that the victim

was wounded
when his horse trampled on him.

It's possible
but highly unlikely.

In my opinion, the wounds
were caused by a sharp instrument.

An axe, for instance.

Frangois?

This is incredible.

I thought you were dead.
And you could be, just looking at you.

I don't want to bother you,
but to be quite honest,

ll don't know anyone
in Quebec now.

Can you help me?

You still love her?

Yes.

I still love her.

Have you asked to see the judge?

Do you think he'd receive me?

I need someone to speak for me.

I know someone
who could influence the court.

- Who?
- Governor Murray.

But we must take care of you first.

You don't have much time left
to help her.

I don't know...

We can't hear you.
Speak louder.

She came in
and woke me up at dawn.

She said
something bad had happened.

She wanted me to go and see.

You went to her house with her.

We went to see Maillard,
in the stables.

He was dead,
I'm sure of it.

But not...

cold.

And what did you do next?

We went back to the mill.

Marie-Loup...

was afraid people would think
she'd killed him.

So she asked me to say that...

What?

Speak louder please!

Did your daughter lead you to believe

that she was responsible
for the death of her husband?

I can't say.

I asked her:

"What really happened?”

And she said:

"What needed to be done...

"has been done.

"He got...

"what he deserved.”

...guilty of the charge of murder.

Therefore the court sentences her

to be locked in an iron cage

and hung by the neck
at the close of day

until she dies.

Silence in the court!

Does the accused
have anything to say?

Yes, Your Honour.

My father spoke the truth.

I killed my husband,
Xavier Maillard,

to put an end to his brutality.

May justice be done!

I beg you, Marie-Loup.

You'll die in a state of mortal sin.

For the love of God,
my child, confess.

I can't.

I can't.

Why did she refuse absolution?

Why?

But she's not here...

no one can answer in her place.

No one.

Yes... ll can.

Make one sound
and I'll kill you.

So it was you.

Now I can die knowing the truth.

Your mother protected you
all the way to the gallows.

Pray to God
to save a little place for me...

up there...

at her side.

Did you say something, Father?

No, nothing.

I talk to her too,
every day the Good Lord gives us.

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