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Mom, this can't be the answer!

You won't feel a thing!

I don't have the key!

I swear I don't!

Jezebel!

Jezebel, give me the key.

Give me the key!

I solved the riddle!

No!

Mrs Garneau?

It's Julie.

You've been tailing me all week.

No.

Not a week... Lapointe!

It's been 6 months, not a week.

- Lapointe! - Didn't I tell you?

Take this and scram!

You completely screwed this up!

Sorry, Biron.

No ordinary storm.

I can't get wet. - What?

Shut up! Gimme the camera.

Is this another vision?

Not now!

Not tonight!

Gimme the camera!

No.

Stop! Hands up!

- Says who? - Gastonne Belliveau.

Private investigator.

I notified the police.

You're not a cop?

No. I used to be.

But now I work for myself.

That's my associate,

�mile Biron.

Your keys!

Enough bullshit!

He has a gun.

Give him the camera.

C'mon, Biron!

We worked on this too long.

- Toss it! - Gastonne, catch!

Pull me up.

Pull me up!

Lapointe!

What's happening?

Hold on, Biron!

�mile!

Dammitall!

Dammitall!

The Master Key

Some days are like that

Some lives are like that.

Who is it?

Lapointe.

Listen to this:

"�mile Biron of the Third Eye Agency,

"even had his mentor with him,

former star reporter Louis-Bernard Lapointe, who..."

Fraud Artist Nabbed

I had a gun pointed at me...

The photo I took is on page 3...

Lapointe dumped me in the river, but he's the hero!

He's trying to help us, not upstage you.

Who's Gastonne's big star?

I've nothing to wear on our trip.

It's a B&B, not a luxury resort.

It's a country inn.

But you'll look great in this.

What?

Nothing.

No, it's just weird.

A medium died.

Important Witness Sought

Two seconds. I'll check on him.

Hello.

Excuse me...

I know it's not your specialty, but...

Would you have any...

I'm looking for...

On the rack over there.

For the Children of Our Love

Your mail.

The old witch I saw in my head yesterday...

She's wanted for murder.

Of Lucinda Garneau?

Yes.

So you saw her too?

I don't like this.

I love it. I am so amped!

No!

It looks like I'm next on the list.

What list?

"Lecture by Charles Foucault."

It's not a crime, you know.

No.

But my husband's not...

Very romantic?

He's jealous of these books.

Gastonne?

I saw that name once before,

in the cemetery on the cliff.

Something like, Estelle, beloved mother of Gastonne...

My mother.

I'm sorry.

That was long ago.

My dad's grave is there.

It is?

Look at this!

Here...

You're right.

Look, "Charles Foucault,

"authority on ancient mythology,

noted lecturer."

I wanted a book but it isn't here.

What's up?

There's a book...

I hear that...

It's not what you think.

Lapointe...

I saw her!

- Who? - Her!

She was outside your door.

The list...

Her list. - What list?

Duck!

Thanks.

Did she go?

�mile, let's go!

I'll take the alley, you try there.

It's a long story.

The newspaper...

Did you want to pay for it?

Yes, of course...

How did you get this?

A real treasure... You could've given it to me.

No, I'm sorry. You don't want it, trust me.

Why?

Does it bring bad luck?

To say the least.

Whatever.

I live alone, I'm bored, going bankrupt.

It can't get worse.

That's what I thought.

But I discovered things can always get worse.

I got the book from a witch.

When she died,

she passed on her powers to me.

In short, you have a gift.

More like a curse.

All my life, whenever I get close to someone,

misfortune strikes.

In addition,

with my "gift,"

I see misfortune before it hits.

Great, huh?

Believe me?

No.

But I'll play along.

You're a mysterious sorcerer

and I'm...

naive and reckless.

Where's your wand?

I'm sorry, Miss...

�velyne...

You're delightful, but I've got a bad feeling.

I'll give you a feeling!

Please,

I want you to know, I loved you.

What happened?

I saw...

I'm sorry.

It'll end badly.

I know it.

- She's gone. - Are you free?

Where you going?

Foucault's lecture. It's started.

But...

Who's Foucault? Why's the old lady after him?

Enough, I'm calling the cops.

No, wait.

This is big. It'd be good for the agency.

Let's tail her. - This is close enough.

She's just an old woman.

An old woman killer.

She's only a witness.

An " important witness." In police lingo, that means a serial killer!

Undeniably, ladies and gentlemen,

the legend of the Key of Possibilities transcends all cultures.

Indeed,

every ancient civilization speaks of a key that

gives access to an infinity of virtual universes

in which every possible future is lived out.

Every society possessed a sacred object

that allowed priests, druids and shamans

to travel to a parallel world

to seek this key.

For the Incas, the sacred object

was a box engraved with a gold sun.

The Chinese of the Ming dynasty venerated an iron star.

This is the ebony cross of the Yoruba people.

This cross, believed to be lost forever,

reappeared briefly

in a Dakar market last year.

It is said that a powerful witch

has taken possession of it.

Hurry or we'll lose her!

Follow her, fine.

But from a distance!

I won't cancel our weekend for this.

No way. I'm not giving up our country inn!

I know why're hot on a romantic getaway.

You do?

To make amends for dragging me to your mom's grave again.

We light a candle for her once a year. Is that so much?

We didn't mark your birthday, so why her death?

I wanted to celebrate my birthday.

We need to spend more time together,

reassess, don't you think?

Reassess what?

Us... two.

Us, the agency?

The two of us.

Why? We're doing fine, no?

You're not answering?

I don't know...

Love, the future...

Is this really the time?

It's never the time.

The future? I don't know where I'll be next week.

You won't be there?

There? Where?

You mean with you? But we have the agency.

I mean, I love you.

Yes.

So you say.

What should I say, my love?

�mile! That's not just some old lady.

Lapointe's behind this.

Who is she?

I don't know.

Our fascination with the Key Of Possibilities is understandable.

Imagine,

having within your grasp,

as many universes as there are choices.

If, for example, you're walking down a road

and come to a fork,

and you go right...

There's a universe where you go left,

one where you go back and so on,

for each of us.

The Key of Possibilities would provide the means to know

what would have happened

if...

the Nazis had won the war,

or Columbus hadn't discovered the Americas.

And no doubt

more importantly,

if you'd had the nerve to confront an enemy

or been able to save a dying loved-one.

Or, simply,

if you'd had the courage to say

I love you,

in time.

But...

what holds back many a seeker from this quest

is that the souls of those who fail

are snuffed out

forever.

Christine!

The witch of Dakar!

I must speak to her! I must know.

No, Charles!

Madame.

Remain calm.

Step away from the child.

Put your hands up.

Do you truly think you've understood everything?

And you?

If you could experience all your possible lives?

No thanks.

I know, I screwed'em all up.

Then perhaps you're ready.

Damn, what was that?

Dear guests,

the lecture is over.

Come, Charles.

Professor Foucault?

Professor Foucault?

Biron, detective.

Investigating the Garneau death.

For several years,

I've studied the world's best-known shamans.

Several have died recently by drowning.

Seemingly unrelated news items in the papers but,

in my opinion,

they were forced to set out in search of the key,

but failed.

I saw Lucinda Garneau die.

I saw my name on a list.

You?

You inherited Grande Ourse's powers?

Not by choice, Miss.

Mrs.

I'm Mrs Christine Foucault.

Mr Lapointe,

if I were you I'd flee the country.

But what's the point?

She found the others.

Did you notify the police?

From Hong Kong to Chicago, no one is less open-minded than a cop.

What's wrong?

It's her!

Christine, it's her!

She's contacting me.

�mile?

Biron?

Mr Biron!

Mr La...

Mr Lapointe!

"You know what I want.

"If you don't leave at noon tomorrow,

your friend is finished."

It's the Yoruba ebony cross.

It can't be.

It can't be.

�mile!

I've had it with your nonsense!

At midday or at midnight,

the seeker makes his bed with watery sheets.

Water allows the soul

to pass from reality to a possible world.

You will return alive on one condition.

The book says, "He must solve a riddle in stages three.

"He must find a guide, a chasm,

"the bearer of the key.

"He has 12 hours to succeed.

"To get the key,

he must kill its bearer."

I can't take any more.

Anything to do with it.

Past or future, all I see is crap.

No.

Do you remember your very first prediction?

Announcing something beautiful?

The only one never realized?

Does Biron know?

We'd said we didn't want any but...

I'll get him.

The universe into which you'll be transported

may be similar to ours

or very different.

Try to contact us.

Only Charles can help you.

Be brave, Lapointe.

Rhodes...

Lapointe?

Do you hear me?

Third Eye Agency aces another case!

Roger 10-4.

How'd it go with the kids?

The kids?

Oh, yeah, fine.

Perfect angels.

You have two, right?

Two? - Thanks, Lapointe.

What's that?

I need to talk to you, alone.

Can you give me a lift?

�mile,

he's your friend, the breakup's been hard...

Lapointe stinks!

- Roger. - Lapointe stinks!

I saw images of antiquity,

the word "Rhodes."

Might mean something.

Now only Lapointe can solve the riddle.

He has nothing to fear in this world.

I'll be back.

The two worlds aren't so different, but tell me about myself.

What?

Just the main events, please.

You're Louis-Bernard Lapointe, born in Port Lacroix 56 years ago.

You married, had a son, not by your wife.

Worked in TV, wife died.

At Grande Ourse, we worked a case together.

5 years later your son died.

You inherited powers of divination that...

That destroyed your brain!

Great, thanks.

Seems the same.

On the other hand, the designers here are...

a disaster!

What do you mean?

Burnt orange and lime green... Isn't it common sense?

So you're just back

from a stylish parallel universe,

and that thing is supposed

to show you a riddle

that must be solved in a generous 12 hours...

to reveal the bearer of the Key of Possibilities. Right?

"A riddle in stages three...

Find a guide, a chasm and the bearer of the key."

Don't forget the punch line.

"To get the key, he must kill its bearer." Why not?

Just keep in mind that we're not in the real world

but a virtual one,

an imaginable, possible world.

If I kill someone here, no one real dies.

- Reassuring. - If I'm wrong, though...

I mean, do I seem virtual? Come on.

You, I don't know. Your jacket, absolutely.

What's this?

What is this?

Look, I have 12 hours.

I've wasted two.

Humor me till midnight.

For the Children of Our Love

Hi, �mile?

I'm trying my best to find you.

If you can get to your phone...

And also...

I recently discovered that...

�mile,

I'm pregnant.

It's yours, of course.

I...

That's all.

I want to be with you always.

Do you understand?

"Neptune."

I'm meeting Foucault in two hours.

If I had the key, would you whack me?

So... the first stage of the riddle

is supposed to take me to my guide.

Someone in this universe who'll help me solve the others.

Rhodes...

R h o d e s...

Does Rhodes bring anything to mind?

There's an island by that name, the Colossus and...

Wait a sec.

In Greek myth, Rhodes was the daughter of Poseidon.

The images I saw were Roman, not Greek.

But Poseidon's daughter...

There's Rhode Island.

What did the Romans call Poseidon?

God of the sea... Neptune.

Neptune!

The daughter of Neptune!

Oh no! Because Neptune's daughter...

can only be her.

�velyne!

Stop it, Lapointe!

Know her?

Right, you wouldn't know, you're from another universe.

�velyne's your ex.

You've moped for two weeks now cause she dumped you.

And this is...

the dumbest strategy to win back a woman I've ever seen.

So I loved her. Why did she leave me?

Many reasons, mostly because you had too many secrets.

She didn't know about...

You wouldn't tell her.

Seems I've changed my mind. Let's go!

Neptune's daughter...

Sweetie, daycare this afternoon.

Hi, �velyne.

What's he want now?

I know, they're so repetitious.

To complain, call Baldaquin Books.

It's not that.

It's your store's name.

Why Neptune?

Why not?

I don't know.

You seemed to know your neighbor,

Louis-Bernard Lapointe. - What's this about?

You a detective?

Yes.

But this is personal business.

Lapointe's a friend.

He's in danger and you can help me.

Well...

I hardly know him.

But...

yesterday we were together here,

and it was...

Magical?

Exactly.

He said he had a bad feeling.

For a reason.

He's loved three people in his life.

His wife, his son and another woman later on.

All three died before his eyes.

Because of him?

No, but he probably thinks so.

And also,

there's this.

You disappoint me, Biron!

I never said I believed him.

Then why are you here?

�velyne, please.

Play along until tonight, then I'll leave you alone.

In your universe, were we a couple?

No.

Did we know each other?

By sight.

- You're crazy! - Enough of this, let's go.

Ok, I'll follow.

Not follow, you have to guide me.

Real good start.

Hello?

I'll follow you.

If Foucault's not there, I'll guide you good.

Fine, I'll come get you and...

Well, just wait.

How're things?

Not too bad, why?

Don't know, I had a weird premonition.

Like a d�j� vu, but something I'd never seen.

I'm worried about you.

I don't know why.

Foucault!

She's lost her shoe.

Come here.

That's Roger's snack! For his visit to the zoo.

The bus just left.

I want the zoo!

I know, Roger. You'll see Mr Lion another day.

Shouldn't we have given Foucault my cell number?

I don't want you involved.

You guys may be virtual, but you're growing on me.

Ok, I've had it.

No, stay. Look...

I wanted to show Foucault, but too bad.

Biron, come here!

If I'm right and you're my guide,

we'll see stage two of the riddle.

Hold hands.

Hold hands, please!

Wait.

Wait, this'll work.

2, 8, 5

3, 5, 6 ,2, 1, 6, 1, 4

1, 2, 8, 5, 3, 5, 6, 2, 1

6, 1, 4, 1, 2, 8, 5, 3, 5, 6

Clock, clock, bridge, cross,

clock, bridge

cross, 2, 1

6, 1, 4, 1, 2, 8, 5, 3, 5, 6

Clock, bridge, cross.

clock, bridge, cross.

Bridge, cross.

Clock, bridge, cross.

Help, helpI

You alright?

Do you believe me now?

Will you try to help me now?

With him, never a dull moment.

Sure.

Stay there, ok?

Just a sec.

The numbers?

Dad, why was the lady crying?

I dunno, maybe she felt bad.

Why?

Because...

She was crying because...

We're trying to find out.

Go look after Hortense.

Could be a navigation code.

At sea you chart three fixed points to find your position.

There're too many numbers.

And what clock, what bridge?

You know navigation?

I own a boat, remember.

- You own a boat? - Roger?

Roger ran off. Look over there. Sorry.

So what does our future look like?

In this universe? No idea.

And in yours?

Just crap!

There he is!

Little scamp.

Roger!

You scared me.

It's time for the happy family to go home.

Lapointe is right.

You go with him.

Clock,

bridge,

cross!

Find something?

Like I said, they're for finding position.

Look, there's the clock.

And the bridge.

Cross!

There's North. The clock's at 214,

215, 216 degrees.

The bridge is at 141 ,

and the cross is at 260,

285...

So it's...

Right here!

And the other number?

356.

It might be... wait!

Ok, turn it.

A bit more.

356 degrees.

It's that way.

Biron, let's go.

"Crossing the Styx"

Why's the old woman crying?

She wants to cross!

To reach the boy.

The Styx... isn't it an underground river?

To the underworld.

When the city was built, the main sewage canals

were constructed in an old river bed.

So that's it.

A 3-stage riddle.

Find a guide...

�velyne.

A chasm...

then the bearer of the key.

- Not in the sewers! - I've a boat,

everything we need.

Perfect.

Let's go. Call Foucault.

Tell him we'll go up the big canal to the main entrance.

Send him an email too.

I guess I'll...

hop aboard your boat

for the first time again.

Why not?

I've climbed aboard yours again umpteen times.

Do we know each other?

Yeah, maybe.

No, I don't think so.

Sorry.

Do you or don't you know her?

I knew her, briefly.

- Is he dead? - No.

In a trance.

You're kidding.

No, I swear.

He has mostly past and future visions but...

if he wanted he could see farther.

Please, you have to help me.

Lapointe could do great things, but

he rejects his powers like a cancer.

Call Gastonne!

Call Gastonne!

Call Gastonne.

Weak battery

Shit!

Hello?

Gastonne, listen!

Where are you?

I dunno. The Foucaults kidnapped me.

Charles and Christine Foucault.

Come find me!

�mile?

Come find me, Gastonne.

Come find me.

Come on, I'll explain.

You're so handsome.

I just discovered your lodger.

I didn't hide him.

Not this one.

How could you lie to me like that?

Lucinda and the others...

You did the same to them?

Everyone,

even great mediums, would risk it all for someone.

It's a question of who.

You've completely lost your mind.

You can't abuse your powers this way.

A man must freely choose to look for the key.

Such a quest can't be imposed.

But everything's possible.

And they all chose freely.

I don't understand.

What do you want?

To know everything that might have been?

And that is not.

I love you.

You're so very unhappy.

I want to see you walking.

It's too late. Much too late.

It isn't.

There is a world where you are not...

There is a world...

A world where you are you,

where you are whole.

What if it were true?

It's a legend, my love.

You mean Biron and Lapointe, right?

They're crackpots.

Or students pulling a prank.

You will walk, Charles.

You'll carry me in your arms.

Christine,

this is madness.

I feel a little peaked, my love.

Do you mind if I stay home?

You never liked the Sullivans.

I'll make up an excuse.

"A big canal...

Main entrance."

The greatest mediums have lost their lives...

Your powers, in comparison,

are puny.

I know.

Lapointe is our last chance.

Christine!

- Do you know me? - Yes.

Then it is true.

I had a vision,

where my husband was very ill.

You promised me you'd never leave.

I promised you here.

Not elsewhere.

And it's elsewhere I'm going.

You'll walk, Charles.

You'll carry me in your arms.

So much effort, all to end up in hell.

Really great!

The Greek underworld wasn't about the devil, but the dead.

Very reassuring.

What was that?

From here on...

I must go on my own.

Louis!

Head that way. You'll come out by the water tower.

Go on.

Louis, is something wrong?

Marie!

Look, Dad.

He has your eyes.

Give me the key!

I want it!

Give me the key!

I want it!

I want it!

Give me the key.

The bearer of the key can only be revealed

there,

where the moon shines

on the dead.

Help me, please.

Go home, Mr Biron.

Leave us.

Mr Foucault!

Foucault!

Tell me how to bring back Lapointe.

It's too late.

Christine made her choice -

to live with me as I was and can never be here.

So she left the real world,

to steal the key from Lapointe there.

To be with you in the parallel world.

Yes.

Gastonne?

�mile!

Ok, I'm going back down.

Christine?

Are you there?

Hello?

Where are you?

Don't tell me you answered him.

Where are you? I'll come to you.

Wait for me.

I'm coming.

He doesn't have much time left.

Give me your hand.

You too?

I haven't your lover's talent.

My gifts are modest but...

I worked very hard to develop them.

I want you to know that

I, at least, loved you.

What do you see?

Great happiness.

He's coming.

Lapointe?

This way!

You ok, Louis?

You found the chasm.

Ready for what comes next?

The bearer...

There is the possible, Mr Lapointe,

but there's also destiny.

We must go where the moon shines on the dead.

So if your wife finds the key before Lapointe,

he's toast.

And if she doesn't,

it's she who will die.

For me, she's already lost.

Here is

the only means I know to help your friend.

He must place one's hand on the same spot at the same time

in the two worlds.

How do you know where you are?

It takes great power

or lots of luck.

Fat chance I can do that before midnight.

I know where I have to be.

Your mother!

The bearer will be where the moon shines on the dead.

The cemetery!

The moon shines on the dead.

The cemetery on the cliff.

Yeah, it's near here.

Gastonne's even... - What?

Nothing.

Your wife, your son,

a dead love affair. Does it make any sense?

I know I was hard on you at the end.

I'm sorry.

I probably deserved it.

Gastonne!

Louis, stop!

This isn't the answer.

Maybe I'm not simply your guide.

No, it's Gastonne.

What do I do?

What you always do.

You sob and...

Is it working?

My love, are you the bearer of the key?

What do you mean?

Lapointe will kill you.

The Key of Possibilities, do you have it?

No, no.

I'd love to have the key. With infinite universes...

I'd find my mother in one.

To hell with infinite universes!

We live in this one, Lapointe!

There can't be an infinite number.

Not everything can be possible.

Because whichever one we live in,

I love you Gastonne,

and I'll always love you.

Come, my love.

Come.

Tell Lapointe

Christine wants to steal the key from him.

Don't you touch her!

I must have the key!

Get up, Biron.

Louis!

Wait! It's not Gastonne.

Remember the clues. My dad is buried here.

Take a look.

Look at my boat.

The Styx!

The river in the underworld.

Yes, but it's also the name of a nymph.

- Tell Lapointe... - What?

The three people you saw

are the three you most loved in your life.

They died before your eyes.

The one you most love here...

It's you!

Tell Lapointe...

Lapointe!

Christine wants to steal the key!

My time's up!

I need that key.

You won't feel a thing.

Christine!

What are you doing?

You can't understand.

It's to be with you.

But I'm here.

Not me.

Not yet.

Leave me.

I want you to know

I, at least, loved you.

It'll end badly, I know it.

Biron is right after all.

The possible isn't infinite.

A world in which I kill you...

it can't exist.

There's only one destiny.

The one that we build

with every decision we make.

That's the hidden meaning.

The bearer of the key

is me!

So that's it.

We are all bearers of our own key.

Yes.

But to open the door

to the infinity of possibilities

you must immerse yourself in infinity.

You must become pure spirit.

You must be...

Dead.

Exactly.

It's your key.

Take it and in your death

you'll know all that might have been.

Refuse it,

and you'll know only one destiny.

On the 12th stroke,

you must choose what you will do.

It's all been decided.

I did it!

I killed the bearer!

The key!

If you leave, swear it's to find me.

Yes, yes.

I'm coming.

My way of saying how beautiful you are

and intelligent

and unique.

I don't want to lose you, Gastonne.

�mile!

You're so romantic.

You hadn't noticed?

Before today, no.

But...

I have a surprise for you too.

Did you check your voice mail?

No, I left my cell at Foucault's.

What is it?

Wait.

Daddy, look at meI

Roger, Hortense...

Go to sleep now.

Roger Biron?

Roger Belliveau-Biron.

The Master Key

Do we know each other?

No, we don't.

Shit, isn't she dead?

Which universe did I end up in?

Here?

It's obvious, no? This is reality.

Subtitling produced with the participation of Telefilm Canada

Subtitles: R. Gray & J. Irving Kinograph

DVD Subtitling: CNST, Montreal