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Marie...?

Were you starting to miss me?

Not sure who's chasing who, huh?

Marie?

Help!

Help me!

Help!

Help me!

FATALE-STATION 1,804 SOULS

PGA National Resort and Spa,

Palm Beach Gardens.

Orlando?

In Palm Beach Gardens, one of the world's top ten golf courses.

Which you haven't seen.

Of course it can't compare to the Royal County Down Golf Club,

in Northern Ireland.

Which you also haven't seen.

The Irish Sea, salty air

and tall grass...

Lord Byron...

I'm talking to you about Ireland, Eddy, not England.

I'm talking about poetry, not golf.

When it's done right, is there much of a difference?

She walks in beauty

Like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies;

All that's best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes...

We were just talking about you.

Nicely, I hope.

Magnificently, right Mr. Mayor?

Hello...

I'd like to rent a room, please.

And might I ask, Mrs...?

Dembski, Sarah Dembski.

Might I ask, Sarah, who recommended our warm hearth?

Isn't this the only inn in the village?

That sure helps!

Ina, are we still in the Michelin Guide?

No, not since you laid candy pink carpet in the rooms.

It's not candy pink, it's fuschia.

Mind telling me what clown advised a holiday in Fatale-Station?

Eddy...

It's not for a holiday.

I'd like to settle here for good.

They say everything's under control,

day after day, all's calm...

There's butter on the table, meat on our plates.

There's work for those willing to get their hands dirty.

And at the end of the day, there's a warm hearth waiting,

with a husband and wife

and children playing in the yard.

All's calm... calm...

But is that enough?

Is that all we want from life?

Is that our dream?

Mrs. St-Onge, what do you see when you walk into town?

What I see is another Indian blockade on the new highway!

I thought we were done with that.

What are we waiting for to fight?

I hear you, you've a right to be fed up.

I'll go straight to the mayor and address that issue with him.

Good!

It's tough to swallow that the hairdresser

should have gone to jail with her crooked husband

but didn't because of O'Gallagher.

Yeah! - She's our only hairdresser!

So what?

Is this what they mean when they say everything's under control?

Everything's fine.

Listen, I have great respect for Mrs. O'Gallagher.

Where would we be without her?

Exactly.

Exactly, but the law's the law, right? It should be the same for everyone.

Shouldn't it? Mrs. O'Gallagher means well, but...

...how far is she entitled to go?

Doesn't that bother you a bit sometimes?

Yeah, that's why we need a full-time cop.

Not just a drive-by from Cap-aux-Anges who comes Friday nights

on the way to his cottage. - Exactly!

I keep telling the mayor that.

We need a militia!

Outsiders don't get the way it works in Fatale.

We should organize our own!

I've been serving you as a municipal councilor for 22 years.

I've seen mayors come and go.

I've always felt the same way,

decisions get taken without your input.

Right on!

There's O'Gallagher on one side and the mayor on the other.

They connive together and bang, we wake up to a done deal.

When was the last time you were consulted about anything?

Never!

What are we, sheep or puppets?

Shit-eaters!

They don't forget to collect our taxes!

Right. So, at the next election you'll vote for me

and I'll change things.

I'll listen to you.

I won't back down from anyone, including O'Gallagher.

Yeah!

And I'll talk to the Public Security Minister

and we'll get our police station.

We won't let anyone else choose for us anymore.

No one!

We'll stand tall!

With our fists up!

What will we say to those who want to keep us on our knees?

I decide.

Say it, “I decide.” Say it,

“I decide.”

I decide.

Come on!

I decide!

I'll show you to your room.

When was it that last guy wanted to move here, Ina?

About two years ago.

A Frenchman,

he wanted to explore the wild,

tame coyotes and meet Atikamekw.

On his second day he got killed by a bear in the church parking lot.

I'll try to avoid the church.

I won't object.

Just ask if you need anything.

My room is right next to yours.

Sure looks candy pink to me.

It's hard to believe, but we've our own real estate agent.

If you like, I can put you in touch.

I don't have a car. I came by train.

Put that on your shopping list. Without a car here you're stuck.

I don't drive anyway.

No problem, half the people here don't have a license.

Except on Friday afternoons.

That's when the cop comes.

Seriously?

How did they call that exactly? Conspiracy...?

Conspiracy to commit a breach of trust.

Your own husband using your name without your consent,

it's hard to believe.

That's wheeler dealers for you...

How long as it been since your last prison visit?

How can I? I'm not allowed out of the house.

That's true, silly me.

Is it true you throw something of his out each time he calls?

Really...

Lucie said she cut through your yard, and she saw you...

Do you think I'm cutting it too short?

No, it's fine.

That's what happens when I talk too much, I get distracted.

I don't know if they told you, but I'm looking to rent a house.

At first, and then maybe I'll buy...

I understand.

...if I like it.

How many rooms do you want?

It doesn't matter, but furnished.

Yes... no children?

Married? - No, I'm alone.

Is that a problem?

No...

I have two houses that might suit you.

What do you want now?

The Atikamekw blockade, people are impatient François,

they need answers.

There's an election coming. You're the only candidate,

you'll have four years to think up answers.

You're not running?

I won't make the same mistake twice.

Quite the lunch... - When you want to do things right.

Two and a half hours?

Mrs. O'Gallagher called, she wants to see you,

she sounded peeved.

I think she wants to talk to you about the blockade.

Oh, yeah? Why do you say that?

You don't want to visit the other one?

There's no need, it's perfect.

I can see myself here.

Doesn't it seem like a second chance house?

Did that ever happen to you?

I'd like to move in immediately, do you think that's possible?

I'll check with the owner

and get back to you later.

It's super. I'm happy. Thanks a lot.

You've put on weight again.

Mrs. O'Gallagher...

Ninth day of the blockade,

I think it's time it ended.

I agree, but there's nothing I can do.

It's not municipal, the government has to settle that.

Of course, if you want my help, that's another story.

The lumber company agreed to protect the caribou,

and the Atikamekw are sure they're cutting in protected areas.

What's their problem, they don't even hunt the damn caribou?

Because some range to the North.

Yes, but how far?

I just want them to lift the blockade.

The old road is 12 kms longer.

It's a costly detour for everyone, especially me.

So there's the rub!

The old road is dangerous.

Suppliers who come to town are complaining.

Moreover, not everyone likes Aboriginals, as I think you know.

Someone might get upset,

and do something we'll all regret.

Hello, François.

Jean, I have a tenant for the house on Dawson St.,

a woman, Sarah Dembski. - What does she wants ?

To rent at first, then maybe buy.

That's not what I asked. I'm asking what she wants.

What's she doing here?

What possibilities are there?

Either she's wanted by the cops, or...

she's wanted by the cops.

She seems fine, but she's single.

Not bad looking either.

Can you keep your cock in your pants for two minutes?

I'm not the one you have to tell that to.

It's Eddy...

Alright, that's enough, I've work to do.

Can you show the gentleman out on your way, please?

What do I tell the girl?

There are other villages, let her find another.

Are you serious?

She's going to want a job, friends...

and a man...

Let her stir up trouble somewhere else.

Just as I thought.

You can't decide another's destiny like that.

Just watch me.

I need beef strips.

Beef strips? What for?

That's what you need for beef with broccoli.

Based on the last time I tried it,

you'll have better luck finding it at the shoemaker's.

Not during working hours, Cédric.

Only a sec, maybe I could come by again later?

I can't tonight.

You can't or you don't want to?

Is there someone else?

I've got money, I got paid.

Ina, how much beef do you need? - We’re talking Alexandre.

You were... Ina wasn't in the mood.

What business is that of yours? - Cédric, damn it...

How is it that each time I see you

I feel like giving you a big wet kiss?

Do you think it's your aftershave? Come here...

Body heat... Is there anything better?

Now leave my customer alone. You can come back later.

I'll save a kiss for you.

I'll call you later.

Okay...

How much do you want?

He told me three pounds.

What do you want with this guy? I'm not judging you,

but you deserve better.

Mind your own business.

Okay, three pounds of beef for lovely Ina.

I'm sorry. - That's a first.

What about the other house you proposed?

She owns it too.

Who is that woman?

Jean O'Gallagher.

O'Gallagher?

Yeah... Why?

Nothing.

I saw the butcher shop, the book store, the dry cleaner's...

Yeah, she owns quite a few things in town.

Well, we'll go talk to her.

She'll see I'm not all that bad.

Unfortunately, that won't be possible.

Somebody in the village must have a place for rent!

A room, a basement, a closet?

I'd know.

All rentals as well as sales go through me.

I'm sorry.

If I can help...

Maybe a ride to the train?

I don't intend to leave.

I understand.

In that case I can't help you.

I wish you good luck.

RESPECT OUR ANCESTRAL RIGHTS

DESTROYING FORESTS

I know it's not my jurisdiction,

but is there anything I can do for you?

Wake up the Forestry Minister.

Do you think he takes my calls?

Couldn't you find something besides a blockade?

We could meet secretly for a little brainstorming.

How's your father?

Better, slowly but surely.

He'd like it if you went for a visit.

Oh man! Our outfitter project...

Why don't we try to get that going, you and I?

OUR ANCESTRAL RIGHTS

Don't you think we're busy enough already?

It brought people together.

Okay, not everybody was thrilled.

What says sharing more than a nice plump rainbow trout?

I'll try to think up something for the blockade.

We're not backing down.

No matter how long it takes.

François?

Oh, shit...

Tell them to stay put, wait!

I'll need a driver, could you recommend someone?

I could certainly help you out.

Even to go to Mrs. O'Gallagher's?

O'Gallagher's, I'm not so sure, but I've a fine fishing camp...

Less than an hour from here...

Sometimes a man and a woman need to rediscover their true nature,

in the realm of instincts.

I might start with a ride to Mrs. O'Gallagher's.

She doesn't even have to know it was you.

I'm too good, it'll be my undoing.

After you...

Carolanne speaking, leave your number and I'll call you back.

You have to answer, sweetheart.

You can't do that.

Sooner or later you'll have to forgive me.

We have to get back to our life soon.

I'll call you tomorrow. I won't let you go.

I love you.

You're the woman of my life.

The ambulance just left.

How many victims? - Only Mr. Quenneville.

Speeding?

Wasn't even wearing his seatbelt.

Oh man...

Not a word about this.

I want to see my husband.

He’s been rushed to the hospital.

Was he OK ?

He was in respiratory arrest when we found him,

we got him back, but he may have been a while without breathing.

That’s all we know for now.

He’s not going to die ?

Just because the damn blockade forced him to take the old road ?

I’ll take you to the hospital; it’s better for you not to drive.

He had no seatbelt.

His wife's sure it wouldn't have happened if there was no blockade.

Now do you understand why I wanted you to do something?

Can you see what's coming?

If people get the idea the Atikamekw were to blame we're done for.

This is going to blow up in our faces.

The Atikamekw aren't to blame, nor is the old road.

What are you trying to say?

No skid marks.

He didn't brake.

Do you think he fell asleep at the wheel?

Who falls asleep at the wheel at that hour?

When will we get the police report?

They're not even here yet.

Hello, sorry to bother you, my name is Sarah.

I'm the one who wants to rent your house.

Please, just a sec!

I'd like to explain my situation.

That won't change anything.

I'm turning 46, and I need a fresh start.

I chose Fatale-Station by chance, but I already like it,

the people, the scenery, it's exactly what I need.

I have money, I can contribute.

I want to start something,

a little business, I'll hire people.

Haven't we met somewhere?

I don't think so, no...

I rarely forget a face.

No, but I must have a familiar face. I often hear that.

Rent me your house and I swear you won't regret it.

I won't compete with any of your businesses.

We could even discuss it.

We don't need anyone,

especially some outsider with no manners.

You've got some nerve.

I just came to see if... - You're not welcome here.

Listen, it's not easy...

If you'd done your job, none of this would've happened.

The blockade's not to blame.

The old road's not to blame.

Then who is?

Huh?

I'm sorry...

If there's anything I can do...

How you can still look at yourself in the mirror after this?

So, are you here to play politics at the expense of the victim?

We're merely here to comfort a fellow citizen, François.

I've met vultures who look less like vultures than you.

I don't need to score points. You already told me I won.

It's easy to come out of left field like you did,

the underdog no one saw coming, and with O'Gallagher on your side!

Except now that you have to defend your record,

you'd rather quit than face the music!

SORRY, ALL ROOMS WILL BE CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS STARTING TOMORROW.

I heard about the accident.

I'm sorry.

Don't worry, it had nothing to do with you.

But I asked the police to send a patrol anyways.

In case any of the locals get worked up and decide to pay you a visit.

They should be here in an hour or two.

We'll give them a warm welcome. You know how we like your cops.

I'm off to bed...

Goodnight!

Thank you.

Alright, I'm off.

I'm fed up, I'm tired.

You can't just leave, c'mon...

Can you try not staring?

Where're you headed?

Good night, Alex...

Hello?

Can I drop by?

Not tonight, Cédric.

Are you alone?

As a matter of fact, no.

Who're you with?

None of your business.

I saw you enter.

You can't barge in.

I brought some booze, and this...

That's nice, but not tonight.

Open it, at least.

Thanks.

But tonight is still a no.

I get it, you're tired.

Here, for your trouble.

I don't want your money. I'm no whore!

I don't know what you call a whore, but when you get gifts and cash

from several guys, you're either a slut or a whore.

I don't know who you think you are!

Nobody forces you to come see me!

I think I'm finding this situation real tough.

Am I ever an idiot, sorry...

You play that trick again and it's over.

Do you hear me?

Kiss me...

You understood what I said? - Yes, I understand.

Kiss me.

Hey, nicer than that...

It was nice today...

There was something about the light.

It was almost like chalk.

A newcomer arrived in the village, Sarah.

She wanted to settle for good.

Naturally, O'Gallagher didn't let her.

I think you'd have liked her.

Close your eyes, it's late.

There's nothing worse than burying a bad day.

Sometimes I wonder if that's the real reason, love...

If it's not just about escaping loneliness at night's end.

Life's little daily death.

Life's a hell of an act of faith, I tell you.

I'm scared.

Cheers. Welcome to the club.

Someone's looking for me.

You think we've never seen snow?

That you're the first to try to hide here?

In our lovely dead end?

You have to let me keep the room.

I'll pay what you want.

What I want?

If you only knew.

I have money.

Just until I find something else or convince O'Gallagher.

She won't let you.

And I don't want trouble with her.

It's tough enough already.

We could help one another. I'm sure we can.

Poor you,

just 25 years too late.

It's okay, it's the thought that matters.

What's her name?

The girl who makes you suffer like that?

I'll drive you to the train in the morning.

Be ready by 8:30.

Sorry, I'm just following orders.

You don't want to tangle with O'Gallagher.

If you want, we could get away for a couple of days maybe.

To the fishing camp for a night or two,

with a couple of bottles of wine,

dip in the lake once in a while.

Nobody needs to know.

I don't understand.

What?

How you can think you still have a chance with me?

We have unfinished business, you and I.

Oh God...

Let me go!

I have to make love to you.

I have to hear you climax.

It won't work.

I can't cum with a yes man,

with O'Gallagher's lap dog.

Be sure not to miss your train!

Someone in the city will be real happy to see you!

Hey, it's 9 o'clock.

When do you think I'll be done paying that?

What?

That damn debt to O'Gallagher.

When you decide it's enough.

Looks like it'll be a lovely day, doesn't it?

It's not just the story of a woman moving to a small town!

You've got to be really naive to think that!

You're gonna go down to Cap aux Anges

and put her on a bus yourself.