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I love you just the way you are

A prisoner despite myself

My blood runs through your veins

I'm crazy about you

Help! Help!

Help!

Are you all right?

You have to call the police.
Someone shot at me!

No, I hit you. But it's not so bad.
Just a few scrapes.

Here. Pat yourself down.

But there's blood!

You're just spreading the blood
from your scrapes around.

Do you need help?
-The shots came from over there.

There's a military base
under a mile away.

You hear stuff from over there.
Even more so when it's windy.

Can you bring him to a clinic?
I can't leave the motel.

Sure. Can you get up?
-Maybe.

Thank you.
It really hurts right here.

He might be having a heart attack.

Maybe I should go to the hospital.

It's on my way.
I can take you, if you want.

No, my friend is coming back.
I'm with... a friend.

Have a sip.
-Thank you.

I feel like I've seen you before.
-Could be.

Are you a wrestler?
-Yes.

What's your name?
-Dino Bravo.

You're Dino Bravo?
-On my good days.

I thought you looked familiar.

I'm used to seeing you
from a distance, and shirtless.

But I never miss it! Saturdays
on CFCF 12 with Gino Brito.

He's my partner.
-Yeah! The Italian Connection!

Exactly.

Is your friend coming?

Are you vacationing in the area?
-No, I'm not on vacation.

I have events coming up in Verdun
and at the Paul-Sauv� Centre.

Hey, do you know The Joy of Sex?

The girl I'm meeting up with
wants to try some stuff from it.

I like her a lot.

All right. I have to go.

Where are you going?
-Back to the motel.

I don't understand. You said
the hospital was on your way.

It was my pleasure
and I was early anyway.

Feel better and don't forget
to reduce your stress.

He seems like a nice guy.

Are you okay? I'm sorry, buddy.
I figured you'd be at Enfant-J�sus.

That's where Huguette gave birth.
-Where were you?

The lady said
you ran into her truck.

Did she mention the gunshots?
-That's from the military base.

You hear stuff all the time.
Especially when it's windy.

I think I just saw Dino Bravo!

You know I met him once?
In January, at the Colis�e.

A wrestling gala.
I got tickets from work.

There was a private cocktail after.

Did you go with Micheline?
-Yeah.

Did you see her?
-Huh?

Micheline?
-When?

While you were there.
-Where?

At the motel!
-Oh! No. I didn't see her.

Was there a reservation for her?
-No.

What took you so long? It doesn't
take 20 minutes to get a sandwich.

I had some issues in the bathroom
at the Shell station.

I think I ate too many cherries.
Sorry.

We stopped at the Shell.
Your car wasn't there.

Sunoco. I decided to go to Sunoco.

It wasn't any farther.
A bit closer, actually.

Do you think this will take
a long time?

Any news from Huguette?
Is she back home?

I don't know. I didn't want to call
from the hospital and worry her.

Not a word about this. I don't want
my wife to know I'm spying on her.

Shit. I forgot your hat and glasses
in the waiting room.

Would you mind getting them?
Given my condition...

Thanks.

Huguette?

Hello?

Is this Mr. Ga�tan Delisle?
-Yes, it is.

I'm a counselor at your son's camp.

Is everything all right?

Yes, Martin's fine.

It's just... He's crying a lot.

I mean, a lot.

We don't usually call the parents,
but we just wanted you to know.

He's crying a lot.

I don't understand.
Do you want us to come get him?

No, not necessarily.

We just wanted to tell you
that he's crying a lot.

Does he want to stay?
What does Martin say?

It's hard to understand what he says.
Because he cries a lot.

Mr. Delisle? Are you still there?

Hi! Sorry to bother you,

but I dropped my phone.

I was wondering if you had a spare.
Our other one doesn't ring anymore.

It'd be a shame if Huguette called
and I couldn't answer.

Maybe the one your mother left us.
It's a rotary, though.

That's perfect.
-Okay.

Are you starting to worry?

A bit. She'll come back. Last time,
she was at her parents' cottage.

What's weird is that
she picked up her car.

He knows! I'm telling you.
I saw it in his eyes.

We went to spy on you at the motel.
He knows about us.

What do you mean, spy on me?
-And I'm not sure, but...

I think he tried to take me out.
-What are you talking about?

Serge is violent! He's ex-military.
You said so yourself!

He broke that guy's collarbone
at Steinberg's!

Stop it. Did you find it, Serge?

I didn't rat you out about Dino,
but I could have.

I'm willing to forgive you
because he's my favorite wrestler.

Here. It smells, though.
I think that's why we don't use it.

Thanks.

Well, I won't bother you
any longer. Bye!

Has she called?
-No.

If she's not back by tonight,
I'm calling the police.

"I have to die

"for your madness to be forgiven."

That's beautiful.
Heavy with meaning.

Jesus died on the cross
to forgive us all for our madness.

And there's still plenty of madness
in the world.

A mad, mad, mad, mad world,
as the film says.

I think it's playing again
at the drive-in.

So is Herbie Rides Again,
which I saw yesterday.

What a funny little car...

Anyway... forgiveness!

I invite you today to think about

the place forgiveness occupies
in your lives.

The problem is that the blade
scrapes the side.

Yes, I see that.

Thanks for coming over to help.

You're really... A good friend.

My pleasure.
You're a good friend, too.

Maybe not as good a friend as you.

I liked what Mario said
about forgiveness.

There. I think it'll work now.

The button doesn't work anymore.
You have to go plug it in.

Mowers are on sale
at Beaver Lumber, you know.

Yeah.

It's still scraping
in the same spot.

Take the pliers
and try to straighten it out.

Tell me when you're done!

Why don't you come back?
You're better at this stuff.

I'll stay here and plug it back in
when you're ready.

Okay, I'm putting my hands back in!

Don't start it. I'm putting
my hands back in, okay?

Jesus! My hands were in it!

You said okay!
-Okay, I'm putting my hands in!

Well, I was getting this from the car.

It's not scraping anymore.
The mower's fine!

Sorry. I misunderstood.
-That's all right.

Can I read you something?

I'm changing strategies
with Micheline.

I want to tell her I love her.

I just want to push it a bit
to make sure...

Don't laugh at me, okay?
-No, no.

"After all these years,

"my love for you just wants
to express itself."

That's the title.
-That's a pretty long title.

Jesus Christ! What was that?
-What the hell?

And you sold it to her?

She said it was for us
to go hunting together!

How could I known it was to...
-... kill me!

Stop. Don't say that.
Why would she kill you?

Because she hates me!
-It's true. She does hate you.

It was a mistake
to send Martin to camp.

He's the center of everything,
and now that the center's gone,

everything's falling apart.

Stay here in case she calls.
I'll go to the police.

No, she's my wife. I should go.

No. If she calls,
you need to be here.

Stay here. I'll take care of it.

Besides, you're too worked up.
It would come out all wrong.

I won't mention the rifle.
I'll say we haven't heard from her.

That's good. I'll do some laundry
in the meantime.

She says I don't do anything
around the house.

It's true. You don't do a whole lot.

What are you doing here?

I don't think Serge suspects
anything about us after all.

Okay. Isn't he at your house?

Yeah. He came over to help
with my mower.

But now he's at the police station
telling them about Huguette.

Why didn't you go?

We figured I should stay home
in case she called. Can I come in?

I know the timing isn't great but,
I really want you.

It's like this whole situation,
with Dino and Huguette and Serge,

has just made me realize that
I'm in love with you, Micheline.

I love you.

And my love for you
just wants to express itself.

Also, I was wondering
about your pleasure.

Since there's someone else
in the equation,

were you talking about me or Dino?

Get out, Ga�tan.

You want me to make
fried chicken tonight?

Where were you?
-I was running some errands.

Happy birthday! Today's the day.

Where were you before that?
We were worried!

Serge went to the police!

I was at my parents' cottage, to reflect.
I thought you'd guess.

Can't they put a phone
in that damned place?

I know...

But why did you leave?
Was it something I said or did?

Look: I did some thinking
and I feel better.

Now, it's your birthday.
Let's have a nice dinner, okay?

And I'm sorry about the magazines.
I hate Homemakers.

It's true, today is my birthday.
I'd forgotten.

No one has wished me
a happy birthday.

We did celebrate it on Friday.

Yeah, but it's nice to hear it
on the actual day.

Happy birthday!
-Thank you!

But I don't understand.
Serge went to the police?

The plan was for me to be here
in case you called.

And I was so upset
that you were missing

that I wouldn't have
explained it well.

Is this new?
-Yeah. The other one's broken.

It fell.

Who are you calling?
-Serge.

I'm going to tell him
to call off the investigation.

Any news about Martin?
Did the camp call?

No.

Why'd you buy a rifle?
Serge told me.

What? I told him not to tell!
Dammit!

We found bullets in the yard.

I thought I picked them all up.

The surprise is ruined now!

It's your birthday present!

Your main birthday present.
The tripod was just a little extra.

But why were there bullets
in the grass?

I went outside to wrap it.
I didn't want you to see.

You were in the living room.
The box came open.

Whoa!
-Here. So much for the surprise.

Thank you.
-Open it!

I'm calling the guy
who can't keep his mouth shut.

No, don't give him a hard time!
We were worried!

I know. I'm going to ask him over
to show us how it works.

He promised he'd give you
a little safety lesson.

I wouldn't want you
to kill yourself.

Did you open it? It's nice, huh?
-We were waiting for you.

Micheline couldn't come?
-She's cleaning up. Maybe later.

I think I was worried for nothing.

Good!
-But something occurred to me.

Maybe I wasn't the target
of those gunshots.

Enough with the gunshots!
-We were dressed the same!

We had the same shirt! I was wearing
your hat and sunglasses!

All that time I thought I was the target.
But it might have been you.

So, should we open that rifle?

Oh, my goodness!

It's beautiful! And heavy!

Happy birthday!
-Thank you!

And it's got a...

I think this is
where I come in handy.

Yeah. Here.

I can't wait for hunting season.

Okay, you're drunk. Let's go.
-Why?

Because I don't want my baby
to get alcohol poisoning!

You're the one who told me to drink!
We can sleep tomorrow.

Not if the camp calls saying we need
to go get Martin because he's crying.

Why are you talking about Martin?
-Because he's all we talk about!

Just so you know, I think your wife
is jerking my husband off.

Can I sleep here?
I'm drunk and I hate Ga�tan.

There's a hide-a-bed downstairs.

You said you'd confront them tonight.

I thought that was the point
of the party.

It's like I'm used to it.

Let them jerk each other off.
Good for them.

And like an idiot,
I bought him a shirt.

I lied, though:
rayon doesn't breathe at all.

She's going to ask me
for a divorce.

And I still love her,
if you can believe it.

Huguette? Did you sleep here?

Yeah. Serge said it was okay.

Do you want some coffee?

Do you have a headache?
Do you want some Aspirin?

Can I just ask you not to tell
Ga�tan that I slept here?

Pretend you didn't see me, okay?

Okay.

Are you all right, Huguette?

Have you ever had a moment
where you tell yourself

that you have to choose
between the past and the future?

Yes, I have.

But it's not really a choice.
You have to choose the future.

If you don't, what would happen?

What happens to a person
who has no future?

Hello?
-Hi. I can't wait to see you.

You too.
-I told my friends about you.

I couldn't help myself.

I didn't use your name,
but I told them about...

what you do to me.

I have to go.

Are you bringing that book
you told me about yesterday?

Yes. See you soon. Bye.
-Bye.

You were right: rayon is great!

I called her parents, her boss
at the door-to-door sales place,

the two ladies she volunteers with
at church.

No one has heard from her.
-She must just be cooling off.

Let's call each other next time
about the shirt, huh?

Want to take it easy on those?
-No.

Where are we going?
-You'll see.

What are you doing here?

I came to kill Ga�tan.

Me too.

Oh, yes.
I can't wait for hunting season.

Hunting season's open.
Didn't you know?

Really? Isn't it a bit early
for hunting season?

It's early this year.

Wait. Don't go too fast.
-Now the rifle is loaded.

That's when it gets dangerous.
-Yeah.

Can I try it?
-No. The demonstration's not over.

This is the correct
shooting position.

And there's a sight, no?
-Yes, there is.

To help you aim.
-Right. To help you aim.

Why are you talking like that?

But to aim, you need something
to aim at.

Or someone.

For the sake of this demonstration,
I'll take Ga�tan.

You're not supposed to do that.
-When you aim, you aim.

What's the point of aiming
if there's nothing to aim at?

Give me that. It's my rifle.

If it was, it'd be in your hands,
not pointed at your forehead.

Micheline just told me
she wants a divorce.

I knew it was coming.

She confirmed what I already knew:

you've been sleeping together
for a year!

We felt bad after we shot at you.

Mostly me. You, not so much.

I felt bad for missing him.

You could've used
a little more coaching.

I would've taken the shot,
but she really wanted to do it.

Is someone there?

Breathe.

Relax.

Then we thought it was a good thing
that we missed. We're not murderers.

Yeah. We thought you'd take it
as a warning.

I figured, you slept with my wife,
I tried to kill you. We're square.

It evens out.

But your wanting to go to the police
worried us.

I think I handled the bullets
on the grass pretty well.

It gave me a good reason to go
to the police so that you wouldn't.

You didn't go?
-No.

I went and told Huguette everything.

I had a room at the Governors Inn.

But then I learned
from my future ex-wife

that you stole my line!

You didn't do yourself
any favors there, Ga�tan.

"My love just wants
to express itself."

He stole, "My love just wants
to express itself."

I'm sorry.

I said we weren't murderers,
but that's not true.

Why couldn't we be murderers?

Why couldn't I, Huguette Delisle,
be a murderer?

To that I would say,
you're a modern woman!

You can be whatever you want.
-Thank you, Serge.

Okay, that's enough. This isn't funny.

Those aren't real bullets,
is that it?

Is this like a Candid Camera thing?

Just one thing before you die:

I don't care that you're sleeping
with Micheline. I never did.

I wanted to kill you
long before that.

Wasn't that all
the more reason, though?

Not really.

It's like the Titanic.
It hit an iceberg, right?

Who cares if someone left
the water running in one of the rooms.

Yeah, I guess.
-Okay, let's go.

We're not killing him here?
-No.

If I had wanted to kill him here,
I'd have done it yesterday morning.

We're going to find a good spot
in the woods. Like professionals.

Okay, that's enough!

Serge, I'm your friend! Huguette,
I'm the father of your child!

That's just it! I don't want you
to be the father of my child!

And I don't want you to be
the father of my other child!

Let's go back to your doctor.
-Okay, you can shoot.

He brought up the doctor again.
You can shoot.

Why didn't you ever mention it?

You gave me a shirt!
How could I have known?

You should've told me you didn't
want me to sleep with Micheline.

I would've stopped.
-You piece of shit!

Ren�!

Thank you, Ren�!

I know you're here to intimidate me.
I'll do what you want.

You can have a meeting tomorrow.
I'll call Bourassa. Just protect me!

Give me that. I don't want
your bullshit in my house.

This is an honest house!

Little lady, put that down, okay?

Don't call me "little lady"
in my own house.

No one calls me "little lady"
in my house!

Huguette, stop! He's not a bad guy,
he's with the union.

Are you sorry?

Are you sorry
for calling me "little lady"?

I'm sorry.

No. Give it to me.

I'm sorry, Ren�.
This isn't about the union.

Would you like some water?
-Yes.

Something smells.

It smells like shit, no?

It does.

I'm sorry.

I... let myself go.

You farted?
-No.

Did you poop your pants?
-Yeah.

You shat yourself?

I was scared. I'm sorry.

Do you think I could take a shower
before I go?

Sure. Would you like some underwear?

Yes, please.

It's down there.

Sorry.

Can I just brush my teeth?
I want to go to bed.

Sure.

Sorry about the smell.
-That's okay.

Just so you know...

we only wanted to scare you.

Yeah. Well, we're square now.

In fact, I should get to sleep
with Micheline again to even it up.

Is she really divorcing you?
-Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Oh, shit! Quick! Hide it.

Constable Roland Audet.
Are you the owner of the home?

Yes.
-Neighbors reported a break-in.

Yes... actually, it was me.
It was silly.

I closed the back door too hard
and the glass broke.

I see.
-I was there. It was an accident.

May I come in?

Of course.

Looks all right. Thank you.
-Thank you. Have a good night.

Good night.

You want a beer?
-Yeah.

I think I have some serious
relationship issues.

What'd you do with them?

I threw them in the garbage can
along the side of the house.

Was there still shit in them?
-Of course.

You disgust me.
-I know.

I've never been that scared.

Her name is Huguette Delisle.

You don't see a look like that
very often.

I don't know what happened to her,
but she's a killer.

A real killer.

She's got... the eye of the tiger.

The eye of the tiger?
What is that?

It's an expression
that I just made up.

I don't like your expression.

For something to be an expression,
it has to mean something.

You can't just invent
an expression like that.

Okay. Sorry.

But the best part is,
she doesn't look like much at all.

She's pregnant, even.

I'm sure she'd be perfect.

Bring her to me.

Okay.

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