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This series owes its existence to the invaluable contribution

of the book by Gilles T�treault-Boivin

Les Caids de Ste-Foy: Chronologie d'une trag�die amoureuse

from �ditions Faits V�cus publishing.

Hello? It's Claude!

Anybody home?

Hello?

How could four normal people, good people, good citizens...

Marcel S�vigny, retired journalist Le Soleil

How could four people

named Huguette, Ga�tan, Serge and Micheline

come to that point so quickly?

I still can't really explain it 40 years later.

We're talking about the worst criminals

in the history of organized crime in Quebec City.

That's not nothing.

We were kids.

We couldn't know how miserable our parents were.

We always say it's dangerous to leave kids unsupervised.

But leaving parents unsupervised can be dangerous too.

Are you going to be the same when we come back?

What do you mean?

Can a person change a lot in three weeks?

You're the ones who are going to change.

You're going to have adventures that will transform you.

What about you?

We're older.

And when you're older, you change... less.

So it's like you're frozen in time?

Yeah, that's right.

Which pocket is it in?

Which pocket...

Jesus! You're crying, too? -When he cries, it makes me cry!

Don't cry, Martin! It'll be fun! My fondest memories are from camp.

Everyone will see I've been crying.

It's raining. Everyone's wet. No one will notice.

What pocket is your raincoat in? -I don't think we brought it.

What? Where'd you put it? -I rolled it up in the brown bag.

Dad didn't want to bring it!

We said we weren't bringing the brown bag!

He says it's a purse!

I said we'd fit everything in the backpack.

It's a leather bag. -Forget it. I didn't bring it.

Then forget about the raincoat. It was inside.

I can't go to camp, then! -You're going and that's final!

What's wrong with a leather bag? -It's your purse, for Christ's sake!

He's not going to camp with your purse!

He says it's a purse!

It's a leather bag! -It's a purse!

There's a makeup mirror in it.

Will he be putting makeup on before his freaking canoe trip?

We're having a logistics issue. -Huguette forgot Martin's raincoat.

Come here.

Put this on. Just roll up the sleeves, okay?

Did you drive through Saint-Jean-Port-Joli?

Serge wants to know how you got here before us.

We stopped by the river for a while. That's all.

I'll go get in line.

But we're going back outside to get to our tents.

You can put it back on then. You never wear a raincoat for long.

Should we give it back to Micheline?

The forecast is good for the rest of the time.

No!

Here, let's flip the collar inside.

It looks nicer this way!

Much better! You happy? -No.

My name is Micheline Paquette. I'm 37 years old.

I'm married, I'm a mother,

and I give lectures at Laval University, currently off for the summer.

Right now, I'm in total control. I look serene.

Don't I look serene? Good. That's the goal.

I'm with Simon! We're the Beavers! -Good for you!

Fran�ois, I love you.

You know that, right? -You seem worried.

I'm not worried! I'm happy!

A beaver! Canada's national animal. Isn't that nice?

Isabelle is in the Foxes.

Who'd win in a fight between a beaver and a fox?

The beaver, for sure! They can saw through tree trunks!

But foxes are cunning. -Beavers are smart, too.

Not as smart as foxes.

My name is Serge Paquette.

I'm 44 years old, married, father of two.

I'm a sales manager at a big department store.

When my wife speaks to me, I don't understand what she means.

It didn't used to be that way. But now it is.

How's it going?

I'd rather you didn't tear the collar off my jacket,

if that's what you're asking.

No, that's not what I was going to ask.

I was just wondering if your son could keep an eye on Martin

while they're here.

I already asked him to. Isabelle, too.

Great. Thanks.

How are you doing? -Good.

Serge invited us over for my birthday tomorrow.

Okay! -Yeah.

Oh, Isa!

My name is Ga�tan Delisle. I'm 43 years old.

I'm married with one kid and another on the way.

As a political consultant, I was thrilled to help reelect

the Right Honorable Robert Bourassa last October.

I'm a master at the art of deception.

Micheline asked how I was and I said "Good."

It wasn't true and I didn't even notice myself.

He's making a big effort, you know.

Yeah, he was doing well. But what's the problem now?

He found out he's in the Weasels and he thinks you won't be happy.

Why wouldn't I be happy? -Because he says weasels are girls.

Of course weasels can be boys! How else would they make love?

Go tell him that.

My name is Huguette Delisle. I'm 34 years old.

I'm married. I'm a housewife.

I have one child and I'm six months pregnant.

I'm super nice. I don't look like much.

That might seem like a weakness but I'm convinced it's a strength.

If I were ever involved in a tragedy, people would say,

"Huh. We never would've expected that from her."

I don't know why you invited them over.

We usually combine your birthdays in early August.

I'm nervous, we're going to be alone for three weeks

and you said this would be a "decisive" period.

I want to have people over to delay the start of that period.

It'll be fun!

The pool's at 78 degrees and my brandied cherries are ready.

I just want to get drunk.

This is nice.

It feels like anything's possible.

Are you serious?

Yes! Why would I say it if I wasn't serious?

Sorry! I was just wondering if you were joking.

The horizon is beautiful.

It's... infinite.

Can't I ponder the infinite? -Sure you can.

It'll be nice to be together, just the two of us.

Yeah.

Martin is amazing, but he takes up a lot of space.

Please stop talking about Martin, okay?

You always criticize him and it really bugs me.

I just said he's amazing. You're not pondering the infinite anymore, huh?

I'm sorry. -It's all right.

Hey, you want to go for a swim?

Let's get these three weeks off to a wild start!

Let's swim!

And we're all alone!

You think it'll be too cold for the baby?

Maybe it'd be better if you didn't swim.

Go on. I'll stay here.

You'll watch my stuff?

It's cold! You did the right thing. You wouldn't like it.

It's so cold it hurts!

I can't touch already. This reminds me of when I was a kid.

Did you ever go to Wolfe's Cove?

It's too bad they closed it, but it was full of sh...

Dammit!

My calf! Huguette!

Shit! I think I've got a cramp in both calves!

Can you get a cramp in both calves?

Come back in then, you idiot!

Huguette! Go get some...

Go get...

Huguette! Come out! Help me!

Did you buy this? -Yeah. I hid it away from the kids.

What's great is that it's laid out like a recipe book.

They've sold countless copies.

Is it for me? -Yeah. And for me.

I could leave it in my sock drawer, but there's stuff in here that could help us.

I could come home for lunch, if you want.

No, I'm spending the day with Huguette.

We're going shopping for the party.

Here's a good one: doggy style.

"This term refers to any position

"in which the man takes the woman from behind."

They have terms for everything.

And it's really well explained.

It's a recipe book for the art of love.

If it's an art, there can't be recipes. That's a contradiction.

Intimacy isn't about learning tricks.

Being with someone else is a personal experience.

It's a journey inside yourself and inside the other person.

Well, we have three weeks to journey inside each other.

The countdown has begun, so good luck.

I'm sorry again.

Stop. It's no big deal.

I don't know what happened. -You froze. It's totally normal.

This is nothing against Martin, but I'm enjoying this morning.

It's quiet. There's no Bugs Bunny or anything.

I don't want you to think I would've been happy if you'd died.

I don't think that. -I wouldn't have been happy.

Thanks.

So, how about that magazine? Woman at Home?

Homemakers? -Yeah. You like the subscription?

Oh yeah. Thanks. -Carole said it's good.

It's not just about cooking. There's a little politics, not too much.

Arts and culture...

That's true. -It's for the modern woman.

You weren't in there?

We just had a meeting.

I didn't know. My secretary Carole didn't either.

Just let him know, okay? Please.

It's Ga�tan. Ga�tan Delisle.

Delisle. Okay, thanks.

I don't know why I still have to tell people my last name.

I've been here for three years.

I heard Bourassa was disappointed you weren't there.

Really? -No, I'm just joking.

Your brother-in-law called.

He said to meet him in the usual spot.

I don't know what that means. -Okay. Thanks.

Ga�tan Delisle, Premier's office. -Do you like rayon?

We just got some shirts in.

They're wash-and-wear. Amazing.

I'll give you one for your birthday. -That's great. Thanks.

Come in, Marie-Jos�e. Have a seat.

Yep!

Listen, I have to go.

Please arrive early, tonight.

I have two words for you: skinny dipping.

You wanted to see me, Mr. Paquette?

I always aim to see as much of you as possible, Marie-Jos�e.

I was looking at the numbers,

and I was wondering if there was a problem with the Wonderwear?

It's not selling. It's a big seller at Place Fleur de Lys.

But not here. Is there a problem with the customers at Place Laurier?

They don't like to show off their assets?

I... couldn't really say.

Come on.

Here. It's on the house.

I don't understand. -Go put it on.

You're going to boost our sales.

Is it the right size? -Yes, I think so.

I've got an eye for it.

And I have a shirt that needs wrapping. Do it up nice for me.

Okay?

Thanks, Marie-Jos�e.

Huguette? -Hi, Serge.

I'd like to buy a rifle.

I was wondering if you'd help me. I know you have a hunting section.

Sure we do. Come this way. -Do I need a permit?

No. -Great.

I need something precise. Not too heavy.

Is it for you? -No, it's for Ga�tan.

For Ga�tan to use. It's for Ga�tan.

He always says he'd like to go hunting with you.

I figured it'd be a nice birthday gift. What do you think?

For sure!

Aren't you meeting Micheline today? She said you were going shopping.

No, I don't think so.

Which one do you have? -This one.

I have several, but this one is my favorite.

Okay, I'll take it.

You don't want me to tell you about the other models?

No, I'll take this one, please.

And I need some cartridges.

Sure.

Here.

And don't tell Ga�tan. -Of course not.

It's... a surprise. -Yeah.

I'd like you to stop saying you're my brother-in-law, please.

You're not my brother-in-law. -Good thing, too.

You told us you were his adviser. -That's right.

You didn't say you were his adviser's adviser.

That's what I'm saying: there are different levels.

You didn't say your level was shit.

Did you try with Cournoyer?

I can't just get you a meeting with the Minister of Labor like that.

It's complicated.

And anyway, I won't be able to help you after all.

I'm not... comfortable with this.

Would any of this make you more comfortable?

I don't understand. -I think you do.

Your brother-in-law will be back.

I'm never taking your advice again. They're threatening me now!

Who? -The union guys!

The same guys that vandalized James Bay.

Do you realize the position this puts me in?

We just opened an inquiry!

I didn't say anything. -Yes, you did!

When I told you about it, you said I should meet with them.

Well, I shouldn't have. They're criminals.

Don't tell me he was asking me to play baseball.

I'm sorry. I don't know them.

I figured if they were with the union, they'd be nice.

Not so much, in the end.

But I won't let them intimidate me.

I have my integrity.

Serge says he's giving me a shirt for my birthday.

Oh yeah? -Yeah.

What are you getting me? -Nothing.

The shirt will be from me, too.

That's good.

I brought something.

The Joy of Sex? Did you buy this?

Doggy style. -You want to try something?

It's really well done. It's like a recipe book.

A recipe book for the art of love.

Am I too straight-laced for you? -No. I think you're perfect.

You're not so bad yourself.

We've got a great line for women who do the dishes...

Just a little glass of punch. -No thanks.

Come on, it's my birthday. The baby has a right to have some fun.

Go on, Huguette.

There you go!

The Superfrancofete is happening this summer! It's going to be great.

This might sound dumb, but I prefer English music.

According to Serge, if it's from Quebec, it's not as good.

That's not true at all. -Except Mirabel.

It's the eighth wonder of the world! But that's Ottawa's doing.

Excuse me for being proud that we're building an airport

that will become a global hub for the 21st century.

How's the water, ladies? -Claude! Come for a swim!

I'd love to, but we're leaving for Old Orchard soon

and you know Anita: she decided that we're packing tonight!

How's the pH, Serge? -It's perfect!

We're going skinny dipping later.

You horny bastards!

Watch the meat.

Come feel the water.

I like your swimsuit, Micheline.

You're a lifesaver. -It was on your desk.

You did it up really nicely.

It's generous. Just like you.

See you Monday, Mr. Paquette. -Yep. Bye, Marie-Jos�e.

Not bad!

It really does breathe! -It's wash-and-wear.

Just so you know: I've got the same one.

Thank you very much. Thanks, Micheline.

Sure. -You guys are too kind.

Okay...

Here comes a good one!

This is from me. -Thank you. It's heavy!

Here's a hint: autumn.

This is so nice of you! -Autumn?

You knew I wanted this?

Of course I did! And it wasn't easy to find!

Thank you, beautiful!

And it's got a little crank!

You guys really spoiled me.

Spoiled! Let's swim.

A book club? -Come on...

I thought, why not invite you? It's not just university people.

Besides, I did a year of university before I gave everything up.

Before you got married.

And I'll get to meet new people.

The idea is to be exposed to new ideas.

We read really engaging stuff, feminist writers...

I'm sure I'm going to love it. -Yes.

Take it easy on the punch, huh? -This is my last one.

Creme de menthe, Ga�tan? -Is it that time already?

I have something to show you in the basement.

You're gonna love it.

Have you ever read...

What was it called again? You know, with...

It's weird for her to announce it without talking to me first.

Maybe she thought you'd be against it.

Why? I want her to get out there and be happy.

I'm all about the modern woman.

Go pour yourself a drink. I'll be right down.

Do you know this book?

Yes. I mean, I've heard of it.

It's a recipe book for the art of love.

It's really well explained. -Yeah, would you look at that!

I showed it to Micheline. I thought it might inspire her.

It is inspiring. Should we go back up to the girls?

You okay?

Have you ever wanted to kill someone?

What are you talking about?

It's just a question.

No, never.

Lucky you.

I'm going to bed. We'll skinny dip another time.

It's my birthday in a month.

I'm telling you this because you're our best friends:

Serge and I are taking advantage of the kids being away...

to reevaluate our relationship.

Marriage is so hard.

There are good moments, though.

How were the meetings with Mario?

He means well, but he's still a priest.

He helped us.

You think? -Yeah.

It was good to be reminded

that faith is important in a relationship.

I've met someone.

Seriously?

We meet up pretty often at a seedy motel.

I feel like I need to talk about it.

How long has it been going on? -It's none of our business.

He makes me come.

With Serge, I never come anymore.

Oh my God! This is so interesting!

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! And we can sleep in 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!

Thank you for a lovely evening.

I'll make my own way home, if you don't mind.

Bye, Huguette.

I don't understand why you did that.

What are you doing?

Didn't we say we'd skinny dip? -You're drunk, too.

Jesus! Are you insane?

I think Serge suspects something. He was acting weird.

He's always weird when he's drunk. -What are you doing?

It turned you on, didn't it? -What?

Me saying those things in front of your wife.

No, it didn't turn me on.

I'm going to see if Serge is all right.

Is Huguette at your house?

Why would Huguette be here? -I don't know. She's not here.

She's not here, either. -It's weird. Her car's outside.

Is Serge around?

Serge, Ga�tan's on the phone. -No, wait! I want to talk to you.

I wanted to tell you...

that I liked what you said last night.

What's that? -About pleasure.

Your pleasure.

I liked it. I found it... gratifying!

Here he is.

Hello?

Hey! Thanks for yesterday. It was a lot of fun.

No problem. You want to go out for lunch?

Let's go for a drive and grab a quick bite.

I just have to find my wife first.

Where is she? -I don't know.

I'll come by around noon. That gives you an hour to find her.

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.

It's not the first time she's done this.

She'll come home, you won't be there,

and she'll see that you have better things to do than worry.

That's good.

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.

You mind telling me where you're taking me?

I want to mow the lawn this afternoon.

My mower's been making a really annoying noise.

What are we doing here?

When I was in the army at Valcartier,

Micheline and I would come here to make love.

This was our spot.

It's not fancy. It doesn't look like much.

But to me, it was the Ritz.

It was the Ch�teau Frontenac. It was heaven.

Micheline is seeing someone. I know it.

I can feel it.

She invents outings with Huguette or her mother that don't add up.

This morning, I asked if she wanted to have lunch at the Marie-Antoinette.

She said no.

When I finally got up, she was all ready to go out:

dressed up, makeup on, looking really cute.

She wasn't looking cute for me, though.

We haven't had sex in nine and a half months.

I found a motel receipt in her purse.

It's like she wanted to get caught, subconsciously.

It's over between us, but she wants me to catch her

so that I'll be the one to end it.

I've been thinking about it for a long time.

It's crazy what you get used to.

Do you have any idea who the guy is?

No.

Did she have a rendezvous today?

She puts a star in her agenda on the days she sees him.

There was one yesterday.

And today? Was there a star? -Yeah.

I don't get it. You want to catch her?

Yeah. I'm going back to the Shell to get some sandwiches and beer.

You go to the reception and look at the ledger, okay?

Why don't you do it? -I don't want to be seen here!

Neither do I! -Go on. I'll be right back.

But you'll miss her if she shows up.

No, she was home when I left. We have some time.

Here, put this on. -This is ridiculous. Just call her.

I'm sure she's still at home. None of this makes any sense.

I put stars in my agenda, too. It doesn't mean I'm...

Her maiden name is Bellavance. For the ledger. Go on!

Hello! -Hello, Mrs. V�zina.

Here it is. Room #138.

Can I make a phone call? -Sure.

Thanks.

Hello?

Are we meeting up today?

No.

Because I thought you made a reservation.

No, why do you say that?

Aren't you with Serge? -Yes.

Don't call me when you're with him. I don't have time to talk. Bye.

Thanks. -I'm going to get some cigarettes.

Is someone there?

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