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Province of Québec. 1966.

80% of inhabitants are Francophone,

but the economy is controlled
by the English minority.

English is the language
of the workplace and finance.

Management jobs in the private and federal
sectors are restricted to Anglophones.

Labor laws heavily favor business.

Labor conflicts multiply,
but working conditions don't change.

Quebec workers are excluded from
the prosperity sweeping North America.

Wait here.

Some Quebecers believe political reform
cannot change the rules of a game

in which they are
the eternal losers.

They are increasingly convinced

that more radical measures are in order.

Be seated.

MARCH 1966

This is your new classmate.

His name is Jean Corbo.

I'll leave him in your hands.

Welcome, Mr Corbo.

Mr Gagnon!

Stop your antics.
Make room for him.

Yes, sir.

Sit down.

What kind of name is Corbo?

Is it spelled
like the word for crow?

No, it ends in O. It's Italian.

Hey guys! The new kid's a wop.

Quiet.

Sorry, I didn't see you.

Did you see two kids?

Two kids prowling around here.

Where's the nearest exit?

Wait here.

Quick.

Mr Corbo, there are
two young intruders.

Did you see them?

They wen! Down there.

Ruffians!

The nearest exit?
Down the hall and turn right.

The door's at the end,
can't miss it.

Thanks.

THE AX: OFFICIAL BULLETIN
OF THE FLQ / QUEBEC LIBERATION FRONT.

To all patriots
and political prisoners.

Be brave in your solitude.

Be patient as you wait.

Tomorrow the enemy will pay
for our blood and tears.

Your judges will be judged,
your accusers singled out.

Your jailers will hand us
their keys.

We cry your names.

If you don't answer,
we will carry them forth.

Monuments aren't built
to the living.

We'll show no mercy.

It's the enemy or us.

Rise and crush the traitors
who block progress.

Guys, look what I found!

- Where were they'?
- In a locker near the dynamite.

Can't leave them here!

Quit playing. Give us a hand.

Chénier said,

"“When our brothers are killed,
you will take up their guns."

We follow the path
laid by the Patriotes.

That was over a century ago.

It's time to finish!

It's a battle of egos.

It's more serious than that, Nicola.

Lesage attacked Lévesque
to protect himself.

That's what I said.
It's all about ego.

Not quite the same.

Your party is out of touch.

My party? It's not my party!

It's for anyone concerned

about putting bread and butter
on their table.

Oh yeah?

While you worry about profits,

the RIN works
for social progress,

to defend French
and liberate Quebecers!

- Is that what really matters?
- Come on, Dad!

Downtown they tell Mom,
"Speak white!"

- You call that normal?
- So what?

- I can speak Italian too.
- Italian's better.

And we'll speak French when need be.

Until then,
let's focus on good government.

There are strikes across Québec.
The economy is paralyzed.

You can thank your party, Dad.

Anyway...

To me that matters more than blaming
poor Eaton's salesladies

who can't speak French.

Not can't speak French.
Don't want to.

Don't you see?
The world's changing, Dad.

It'll take new ideas
to avert civil war.

Your party hates new ideas.

In that case, go on,
vote for the RIN, son.

The Right will benefit,
and it doesn't share your ideas.

Then it's goodbye to change.

Because if the UN takes power,

it'll be a step back
of at least 15 years!

Good!

You'd throw away 15 years?

- If that's what it takes!
- Basra!

You're always going on
about goddamn politics!

- Sorry.
- Jeez.

You're right. That's enough.

At the table you don't talk
politics or religion.

You end up fighting and then
you choke on your food and die.

- As your mom always said.
- Leave Mom out of it.

What are you thinking exactly?

That you're part
of the discussion, maybe?

You go on about it.
You're so concerned about it.

We don't count for shit! You hear?

We don't count?
What do you mean? Of course we do!

We're not trapped in the past
like you.

Come on already!

You always thought,

and you still think
you're different from me.

And in a way we are.

You have a nice house in TMR,
a big American car in your garage...

- Nobody gave 'em to me.
- I know.

You worked hard to earn all that.

You even married a Canuck.

- Don't start.
- No, because I'm happy for you.

But let me tell you one thing.

Behind it all,
despite all your dollars

and your cars and your clothes
and all the rest, etc.

Do you know how people here see you?

How they'll always see you?

They'll see you like me.

Exactly like me. Always.

An Italian. A wop.

Enough, it's always the same crap.

The war ended 20 years ago.
Yes or no?

Yes or no?

War never ends. You were born a wop,
you'll die a wop.

Stop. I won't have that word
spoken in my house.

You're absolutely right.

I'm getting old, my son,
and probably soft in the head.

Sorry. Never again.

Just tell me to go to hell.

I should.

But I won't. I'll go smoke
a cigarette, it's better.

Y'know what? I'll tell you anyway.
Go to hell!

Go smoke a cigarette.

WORLD WAR ll.

My talk is on
Canadian hypocrisy during WWII.

May I remind you, this is a history
assignment, not a comedy routine.

Yes, sir.

Fine, I'm listening.

But I advise you to tread carefully.

On Sept. 10, 1939,

Canada declared war on Germany
and its allies, Japan and Italy.

So you were our enemy?

Mr Gagnon!

Another outburst and you'll go see
the principal. Do you read me?

Continue, Mr Corbo.

Canada claims it's fighting
for freedom and democracy.

But two years later it arbitrarily
begins jailing Canadians

of German, Japanese
and Italian origin

as so-called enemy aliens.

On June 10, 1941,

my father Nicola Corbo
and his father Achille,

like hundreds of other Italians,

were arrested and sent
to a concentration camp.

Mr Corbo!

I don't think this subject
is suitable.

Do you have another topic?

Why isn't it suitable?

Certain subjects
shouldn't be discussed in public.

I won't let you humiliate
your family here.

These are facts as documented
by my father and grandfather.

Facts not yet pan of
official history.

The defeated never write
their own history.

Even I know that.

You've 15 seconds
to start a new topic

or we move on and you get an F.

They spent two years in the camps.

- Out!
- They lost everything.

Out! Leave my class immediately!

What happened this time?

You know what happened.

Did you ever consider

that Grandpa and I
don't want people to know?

That we're not proud
we went to jail?

No, but why pretend
it didn't happen?

I don't pretend
it didn't happen, Jean.

I've turned the page.

If you had,
you wouldn't react like this.

But I say it in school...

Exactly, you're in school.

One that was generous enough
to take you mid-year

because you got thrown out
of the last one.

When your teacher tells you
to do something, you do as he says!

Why go to school
if it's to learn to be a slave?

Stay in your room.
I don't want to see your face.

And don't let me hear
your jungle music!

APRIL 1966

Good luck.

Farewell.

- That could never happen here.
- Why not?

I don't know.
I'm not sure we'd go that far.

Who's that?

See you at home, OK?

Introduce me, next time.

Can I help you?

I saw you at the cinema.

I wanted to talk to you.

I read your newsletter, The Ax.

It's really interesting.

I don't have time to talk now.

OK.

There's an MLP workshop tomorrow.

- Come, it's not far from here.
- OK.

By the way, my name's Jean.

I'm Julie.

- Someone has to go check.
- You crazy?

It can blow any minute.

Exactly.

Shit.

Gimme that!

Shit!

Have you heard of the MLP?

- The People's Liberation Movement?
- I think so.

Yeah.

They're ML-ers.

ML-ers?

Marxist-Leninists.

The gang from Parti Pris magazine.

They target scabs,

march on picket lines,
stuff like that.

Why'?

Someone at school mentioned them.

You're making friends there?

Yeah.

That's great!

BOMB EXPLODES IN LAFONTAINE PARK

Fanon says that the colonized

remain marked by their ties
to the colonizer.

Psychologically,
they'll always feel inferior,

even if the colonizer
passes laws

to free or liberate them.

To take a concrete example,
think of American Negro slaves.

Legally, they were objects
belonging to their white owners.

They had no rights, no last name.

- Did I miss much?
- Just started.

When they were freed,
they had to choose a name.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

Believe it or not, most slaves
chose their former owner's name

and to remain in his service.

Legally, they were free,

but psychologically
they felt inferior.

Let's go.

598...

This is where Fanon
gets really interesting.

He concludes
there's one way, just one,

for the colonized
to stop feeling inferior

and regain their real identity.

And that way is violence.

Hello, Mr Johnson?

I'm calling to talk to you
about the RIN.

Yes, the Rally
for National Independence.

Mr Johnson?

He hung I-IP-

Great start.

Write it down.

By an act of violence
toward the colonizer,

the colonized must regain
their own freedom and identity.

That's the only way

for the colonized
to fully liberate themselves.

Yes, sir, I understand.

I understand perfectly.

That's right. OK.

Have a good night.

Next.

522...

0079.

- What's the name?
- Kate Ford.

Yes, hello. Mme Ford, please.

Good evening. I'm calling
to talk to you about the RIN, the...

No, madame. I'll speak to you
in French or not at all.

- You hung up?
- There are limits, dammit!

- So, it's a no?
- What do you think?

Jean!

- What'?
- You ready?

Smile, Jean. This isn't a funeral.

You wanted me to come. I came.
That's as much as I can do.

Nic!

- Grateful you came!
- Congratulations!

Thanks!

Giovanni! How are you?

Good, and you?

Great. Look, Marco must be somewhere
with the other kids.

Go find them.
They'll be glad to see you.

Jean!

I'll pick you up at 11:30.

OK'?

We fight with the FLQ

to establish
a revolutionary government.

We have taken up arms
to attain our political objectives:

Decolonization
and national independence.

We are fighting for our liberation.

One thing is certain:

We are preparing for war.

Those who believe Quebec
will achieve independence

without firing a shot

are deluding themselves.

Those who fear the enemy's attacks

and think they can avoid legal
reprisals and police repression...

They should put on their slippers
and doze in front of the TV

or go for a beer a! The tavern.

Let them not think they have a place
in the revolutionary struggle.

Our political beliefs
derive from a basic principle:

We are preparing for war.
Every one of us.

We will fight to the end.

Working hard?

Yeah.

Not my choice,
I have to help my dad.

Your dad owns the restaurant?

What does he do?

He hasn't worked in three years.

How come?

He tried to unionize
his old factory.

When the foremen found out,
they fired everyone involved.

Now no one'll hire him.

Scared he'll start a union.

So Mom cleans houses,
and I work here.

Don't you work?

Lucky.

Why are you dressed like that?

I was at a birthday party
for the son of a friend of my dad.

A party for the son
of a friend of your dad?

My dad wanted me there.

Not my choice either.

Why's that?

For appearances.

So the family's seen
as pan of the community.

- What does your dad do?
- He's a lawyer.

He's also involved in politics.
He campaigns for the Liberals.

Yeah, I know.

Hi.

Can I speak to you?

Why's he here?

He was passing by.
He just wanted to talk.

What do we do with this?

We bring him along.

Aren't they on strike?

Yeah, a year now.

The owner hired scabs
and stopped negotiating.

- Julie'?
- Yes.

Stand over there,
make sure nobody comes.

You stay here.
Watch the other way.

You see anybody, whistle.

Francois!

Down there!

- What'?
- The cops drove by.

- What are you doing?
- Helping you finish.

They're coming!

You've got balls.

So, how was it?

Fa mastic.

Hi.

Hi.

Just a sec.

- You have to choose a pseudonym.
- Why'?

You can't use your real name.

OK, but what are your pseudonyms?

Julie and Francois
aren't our real names.

They're not?

Come in.

Have a seat.

Now what?

Nothing.

We just have to wait.

I'm Mathieu.

I'm Dannick.

You're at a private school?

Yeah, my parents are adamant
I go there.

Where do you live, Dannick?

Town of Mount Royal.

Your family must be loaded.

What's a kid from TMR doing here?

I live in the same world as you.

I don't think so.

You obviously didn't grow up
in a slum like me.

I'm not blind.

The rich live off the poor,
exploited and humiliated.

And the poor and exploited
and humiliated...

What are you willing to do for them?

I don't know what I can do.

But I know
I can stand alongside them

when they decide
to stand up for themselves.

If you say I don't belong here,
I'll try somewhere else.

But since I met these two,

I know it's guys like you
who'll bring real change to Québec.

It's rare that people from TMR
come see us.

A nice change.

Welcome, Dannick.

Come in.

Alain, this is Dannick.

He'll hand out The Ax with us.

- Hey, Dannick.
- Hi.

I'm almost done printing.
Have a seat.

- What's up?
- I have to speak to Jacques.

I'll get you at lunchtime.

Jean?

What?

Want to help me distribute these?

It's the RIN's platform.

100 YEARS OF INJUSTICE

Sorry, I can't. I have homework.

That's alright.

- Another time?
- Sure!

MAY 1966

He's here.

Where are we going?

If you need to know,
they'll say.

- Where's Alain?
- Watching the truck.

Grab a shovel and help.

Don't dig too hard.

If it blows, there'll be body pans
two miles around.

Why's it always
so complicated with you?

What if your mom hadn't noticed?

You'd have gone to school like that?
To get expelled?

- It's not that.
- Oh no?

Then explain,
'cause I don't understand.

You haven't understood me for ages.
It's nothing new.

What don't I understand?

What are you lacking?

You have a roof over your head,
you eat three times a day,

attend the best schools in Québec.

You don't realize,
but you have it all!

Your life on a silver platter.
What's missing?

I don't want your life
or your silver platter. Keep 'em.

Go on, spit on me.
Do it to my face.

You've contempt for all I give you.

Any contempt comes from you.

Contempt? What do you mean?

Sweating to ensure my sons' future?
If so, yes, I have contempt.

No, it's refusing to see
your sons aren't you.

What do you know about us? Nothing!

You're too busy making us
lead a life we don't want.

We're not like you.
Put that in your head!

You should be ashamed!

It's not Verdi or Donizetti, but...

The music you listen to
is beautiful.

I like it.

Lovely.

You know, Giova...

Music...

everyone listens with their ears.

But you have to feel it
with your heart.

With your soul.

You're so passionate.

You invest yourself body and soul.

Good for you.

Bravo.

When she was alive,

your nonna Amalia...

at times I would get so upset.

I wanted to give my opinions
about certain things.

But she'd shut me up and say,

"Stop making a scene for nothing."

For a yes, for a no.

"You're just a grumpy old fart."

And me, what did I do?
I calmed down.

I loved her.
I didn't want to upset her.

And I bit my tongue.

I bit my tongue.

If she were still alive,
if she were here...

know what I'd tell her, Giova?

That a man

has to fight for his opinions.

A man should get angry.

He should open his mind

and let out everything that's
in there, everything he thinks.

Otherwise you're fighting
against yourself.

That's what I'd tell her

if she were still alive.

But it's too late now, Giova...

Too late.

Ready?

Yeah.

You've 20 minutes.

Make it quick.

Got it.

It's a return.

- Who from?
- My boss will call you.

He'll explain.

Go, go.

Mme Morin, the parcel.

Come on!

- Lagrenade?
- There's a bomb in the factory.

You've 3 minutes to evacuate
before it blows!

This isn't our first bomb threat.

No way I'm falling for it.

No, listen!

There really is...

What?

He won't evacuate.

Christ!

What do we do?

Madame Morin, take over.
I can't spend all day on the phone.

I'm here m The Ax.

Wait a sec.

Here.

Everything OK?

Could be better.

BOMB m LAGRENADE SHOE FACTORY
THERESE MORIN, 64, DIES.

You're sure it was him?

Those crates we dug up...

What else was it for?

Why didn't he tell me?

The peasant,
the underprivileged, the starving

are the exploited who soon discover
that violence alone pays.

For them there is no compromise,
no possibility of concession.

Colonization or decolonization:
It is simply a power struggle.

Non-violence is an attempt
to settle the colonial problem

before any bloodshed or
regrettable act is committed.

The exploited realize that
liberation requires every means -

and force first.

Colonialism is not a machine
capable of thinking,

a body endowed with reason.

I! Is naked violence

and gives in only
when faced with greater violence.

Look, we should take a break.

- See what...
- Come on!

We have to act, and fast!
We can't back down now.

We're militants,
not murderers dammit!

Sorry, activism won't cut it.

Protests are fine,

but we need concrete action
to decolonize Quebec.

The shoe factory -
that was concrete action.

I'm all for concrete.

- Not for killing innocent people.
- Cut the offended virgin crap!

We have to accept that this happens.

Or we go home
and forget the whole thing.

Violence isn't a choice.

It's our only option.

For 200 years
we've been trampled upon.

Either we let them, like
we've always done, and disappear,

or stand up
and show the world we exist.

- We're talking, Mathieu.
- We've talked enough!

It's time for action.

We fight this war to the end,
or we don't fight it at all, Alain.

Choose your side.

OK.

If everyone agrees,

we keep going.

DOMINION TEXTILE ON STRIKE
FOR 6 MONTHS - EXCEPT IN MONTREAL

If I! Wins those three ridings,

the Union Nationale
will form the government.

- Like that?
- Perfect.

Don't touch it or we'll lose it.

“From Union Nationale HQ.

- Hello, Mr Johnson.
- Hello.

Your party is not expected to obtain
a majority of votes in Quebec.

Do you see this victory
as incomplete?

Of course this is nothing new.

Obviously with all the votes...

the Anglophone vote in Montréal,

the Jewish vote in Montréal,

all that is no! French Canadian...

They voted against
the Union Nationals

and for the Liberals.

If you're not French Canadian,
you don't count.

- We've gone backwards.
- 30 years.

And with those words
we end our election night coverage.

51 Liberals were elected,

54 Union Nationale MLAs...

None from the Ralliement National,
none for the RIN.

Not surprising.

Why is that?

People realize that politics
gets you nowhere.

Pardon?

People who want real change
don't waste their time voting.

Sorry, but if Bourgault
had been elected,

he'd have brought change to Québec.

Not one RIN candidate was elected.

Bourgault didn't even win
his own riding.

What did voting RIN accomplish?

The results of this election

will make lots of people
think twice.

Progressives who'd hoped
to change things politically

will be disillusioned.

They'll realize
the sterility of their actions.

Politics never got Québec anywhere.
That's not about to change.

There's one thing
that can achieve

national liberation
and decolonization for Québec

and that's
a revolutionary avant-garde

refusing to act
within established structures.

When the minute hand

touches the nail,

it closes the circuit
and sends power to the detonator,

causing it to explode.

Usually I'd put the nail at 11.

So when the minute hands on 12,

you've 55 minutes till it blows,
plenty of time to get away.

That revolutionary avant-garde

is you.

You're the spark plug.

Your role is to help Quebecers
put into words

and one day act on the gut anger

that they're not yet able
to intellectualize.

Don't believe those who say
this battle can be won by elections.

Lee-Enfields,
Canadian Army assault rifles.

Nice of them to lend us these
for our demonstration.

The rest of you, come here.

Each day Québec workers
awaken a bit more to reality:

We're colonized politically,
socially, economically.

303s. Not very common,
but you'll get the idea.

Knowing we're colonized
isn't enough anymore.

We have to make people see that.

The real question is:

How far are we willing to go
to make things change?

The masses must realize
it's up to them.

If we stagnate,
it's their fault.

And if we advance,
it's still their fault.

Those who think Quebecers
aren't radical enough...

Come on.

That the masses
won't follow revolutionaries

intent on crushing the oppressor...

They don't understand
today's Québec.

Shit.

By channeling the violence
deep inside every Quebecer,

we can confront and destroy for good
the colonial system

that's smothered us for centuries.

Jacques wants us.

Scout the area first,
look for the best spot.

It has to be near the factory,
but not too far.

We don't want anyone there.

What do we look for
when we get there?

What's a good spot?

You'll look after Jean
while we're away'?

- I'm talking to you.
- Yeah.

- For sure'?
- Yes!

He can look after himself.

Hi.

- Bon appétit.
- Thanks.

So, did you have a nice weekend?

Yeah, it was fun.

Did you thank Pierre's parents?

Don't worry, Mom.

Next time invite him here.

You always visit him.

Fine, I will.

I'll go unpack.

There are two guards.

Wait.

We're good.

What are you doing?

Francois!

Why's that here?

I dunno.

What do you think?

Why not?

Francois?

Do what you want.

But count me out.

Why'?

I can't.

Not after Lagrenade.

It's different here.

That was inside the factory
in daytime.

We're outside, at night, to be safe.

We thought Lagrenade was safe too.

Francois!

Take care of yourselves.

Why aren't you asleep?

No special reason.

Is summer vacation
making you nervous?

When I was your age,
summers weren't like they are today.

We had to work.

It wasn't easy.
Grandpa didn't have much money.

He paid so I could go to school.

He worked himself to the bone.

But my summers belonged to him.

I helped at his store.

It can't have been easy.

No, but...

that's how it was.

We accepted it.

Grandpa must be proud.

To see what you've become.

I guess so.

Though he'll never say it.

But I think he is.
I think he's proud of his kids.

Like I'll be proud of mine.

Yeah.

Jean?

- No wild stuff while we're away.
- Don't worry, Mom.

You grow up so fast.

- Have a good trip.
- Thanks.

- OK, ciao. See you soon?
- Yeah.

Listen to your brother
while we're away.

OK, Dad.

You were talking about
the ministers...

the ministers
of Finance and Commerce.

JULY 1966

Historically, French Canadians
have never held either position.

No, we didn't get our share,

but from what I've heard,
we were partly to blame.

People were offered
those ministries,

but were afraid
of the heavy responsibility.

One weakness we had

is we suffered from
a bad inferiority complex.

I think that's over.

We mustn't develop
a superiority complex,

that would be no better.

But do you have the impression
that those major, key ministries...

Hello?

No, it's fine.

Tonight?

Yeah, we'll be there.

Yeah.

That's fine.

TOMORROW WILL BE TOO LATE

Why not hide it too?

You have a stack of them
under your bed.

I want to read it first.

Where'd you get that?

I found it at school.

Jean?

You can talk to me.

We'll talk later.

I have things to do.

- Where are you going?
- Don't boss me!

- I just want to know.
- Butt out!

When will you be done?

I'm not sure.

I have to work tonight.

We're meeting with Jacques.
He's expecting us.

I can't leave now.

You can come later.

I'm not coming.

If there's a problem...

If there's a problem
we can at least say that we fought,

we didn't bow down.

I can't.

I can't do it.

Louise!

We need you in here!

Two minutes!

Louise?

Strange to hear that.

I better go back.

Jacques can find someone else.

You don't have to do it.

I dunno.

If I don't show I'm serious

to Jacques and Mathieu,

they'll think
I'm a spoiled TMR brat.

I don't mind the spoiled TMR brat.

I'll drop by tomorrow

to tell you how it went.

Dammit.

There.

You remember how it works?

Yeah.

When I attach them,

you have 55 minutes till it blows.

Understand?

Yeah.

That's it.

I'll wait here.

O cool night.

Transparent night

Mystery.

Without darkness.

Life is black.

And all-devouring.

O cool night.

Transparent night

Give me.

Your serenity.

O lovely night

Starlit night.

You gaze down.

Upon me.

Shine your light.

On my troubled soul.

O lovely night

Starlit night.

Light up my thoughts.

With your smile.

O holy night.

Night without words.

Full of peace and gentleness.

My heart is seething.

Like a cauldron.

O holy night.

Night without words.

Bring silence.

To my heart.

O vast night.

Solemn night

Where all things.

Give delight.

Take my whole being.

Under your wing.

O vast night.

Solemn night

Pour sleep.

Into my eyes.

Lieutenant.

FLQ RISES FROM ITS ASHES

VICTIM IDENTIFIED

I can't go on.

I can't live with this.

We have to stop.

We have to stop. Now!

We don't have the right to.

Bullshit, Mathieu!

It's wrong. We can't keep on!

Not after what happened, Jacques.

Not now.

Come on,
it's clear we have to stop!

We're sending kids
to their death, dammit.

How much lower can we go?

The war we're waging

is more important
than us individually.

He won't be the last to die.

If you can't live with that,

you've no place here.

Message to the Corbo family.

Now that the papers, TV and radio

have stopped gorging themselves
on the death of your son,

now that minds are calmer,

we dare ask your forgiveness
in his name

for believing too strongly
in freedom and decency.

For it was not the pontiffs
of separatism who killed him,

but the parasites
of the working class

and those responsible
for our decline.

We are the unwanted tenants
of a country

that does no! Belong to us,

where the demand to live
in our language is a crime,

where each mus! Exploit
the weaker to succeed,

where we are condemned
to wither, to give up,

and to prostitute our will.

For these reasons, no doubt,
Jean grew angry,

with the passion and generosity
that only youth is capable of.

And he acted.

Your son died in battle,
if you will, at age 16,

when others dream of adventure
and an all-embracing life.

But we had nothing to do with it.
We didn't even know him.

It is not our way
to involve teenagers,

at least not at the stage we are at
in this country which is now yours.

What explanation
can we give you?

Strange, bu! We have very few.

We fear suggesting any.

We exist, we write, we talk.

We work in silence and then act.

I! Is easy to join the FLQ.

To believe and claim
you're part of it.

A few pals, a cell
of political friends, and then?

Yes. How you mus! Regret it,

as we regret all the Jeans
of this world,

especially yours,
who is no longer with us,

and for whom we offer you

our humblest
and sincerest sympathies.

You were going Jean Corbo
to meet your fate

while a subterranean wind

raged and pounded
for years to come

in the funnels of hope.

Who will ever untangle death
and the future?

For Roman.

Subtitles: Robert Gray, Kinograph