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And I am counting down from
five, four, three, two and one.

You are now asleep.

Can you hear me?

Yes.

And do
you understand me?

Of course.

Is there anyone else
with you Jeanne?

Yes.

Would this spirit care
to make itself known?

Jeanne?

Where are you?

I am within him,

the Christ, on the cross.

How is this happening?

Stigmata is given at times
when your suffering world needs

faith.

And I am counting back
from five. When I reach one,

you will be awake, refreshed.
Five, four, three, two, and one.

Did we start yet?

Chief.

So, what can I do for you?

As you know, we live in a dry
community by ordinance

of council.

I've been running
this side business.

Buying beer and booze
in Brandon, but I thought

why not go see Louis, keep
the shoonias closer to home?

Okay.

What kind of volume
are we talking about?

Whoa.

This is illegal, you know.

Supply and demand is
at an all-time high.

I pay biweekly, when
the welfare cheques come in.

All that I ask is that
you give me a fair deal.

Don't run low and we can both
make some cash, with minimal

effort.

So, are we good here?
I gotta get going.

Blockade tomorrow.

Okay. Deal.

So, do I get
my peace offering?

What do you mean?

You're half-breed, right?

Yeah?

Then you know, you need
to offer me a gift to finish

this transaction.

Alright

Hey! Good morning Charlie.

- Thank you!
- Thanks, have a good one.

Madame?

This is Danielle Seraphin,
there's an injured old woman

just south of Dead Man's Corner!
I need an ambulance, now!

Don't worry.

Jesus.

No, no, no, I need you
to stay with me.

Okay? Just stay with me.

Oh God.

Move, move!

Jeanne is okay, my son?

- Oh my god. What happened?
- I don't know.

Jeanne! Jeanne!

She's been marked with the hand
of Our Almighty Father!

Could it be?

We have witnessed a miracle.

She's gone.

Mrs. Seraphin,
you have to come.

- What?
- Your daughter is in the back.

Jeanne?

We have to get her
to a hospital now, come.

There is nothing we can do.
We still have a chance

to save Jeanne.

There's still too much blood
soaking through these dressings.

My god, what happened!?

She can't lose any more blood.
Has she taken any drug?

How the hell do I know?

BP monitor's reading sixty.
She's losing her pulse.

Start CPR now! We need blood
volume to the heart.

I'm on it.

We've lost consciousness.
She's lethargic.

- What does that mean?
- Not enough oxygen

to the brain. There's no pulse.

She's still bleeding.

I know this is difficult but
you have to remain calm.

How can I be fucking calm?
Look at her! Do something!

Why is she still bleeding?

Jeanne encountered
severe blood loss.

The lacerations
hit major arteries.

We can't tell yet whether or
not they were self-inflicted.

Blasphemy. My daughter would
never do that.

Are you sure?

How well do you know
Jeanne these days?

- What the fuck do you mean!
- Hey...

There was pulseless electrical
activity in her heart

when she traced. Combined
with the overdose...

Overdose?

We ran a tox screen and
found abnormal levels

of acetaminophen, codeine,
marijuana, and traces

of cocaine.

Bullshit.

We administered NarCan, a
reversal agent, as well

as a coagulant
for the blood loss.

Is Jeanne
gonna be okay?

There may be residual
brain damage.

Are you saying she's
gonna be a vegetable?

Or a retard?

We won't know anything until
we do a CAT scan.

But what you should know is
that very few people recover

after being away for so long.

I'm sorry?

Jeanne was dead
for twelve minutes.

Father Luc?!

I haven't had much use for God.

How can you say that?

What does it matter if we're
good or bad, live in virtue

or sin? There is no joy left.

We wither on the vine,
waiting to die.

So why do you think
this is happening?

If not to bring him
back into your heart.

Your daughter is
a blessing to our community.

Wow.

Looking good, babe.

Yeah, these petunias are still
blooming. I haven't had

any frost yet.

No, why don't we go in?

Come on.

You know what?

Everybody thinks you're
having an affair.

- Really?
- Hmm-hmm.

Wow...

So you're not?

We haven't slept
together in a dog's age.

You've never satisfied me.

Bullshit. You love it.

I fake it.

You're soft Louis.

Always too soft.

Fucking liar.

Shut the fuck up!

What have you done!

What have you done!

Why do you care? The way I see
it I solved the problem.

No more barking,
no more dog shit.

What are you doing?

Ça va me faire something to do.

Don't
touch him!

Alright. Have fun with your dog.

Oh, God...

..explained everything. If at
any point you want to withdraw

your consent you are
perfectly welcome to do so.

I believe this would
be the best for Jeanne.

She shouldn't leave yet anyway.
We should monitor her some more.

May I ask
what you are doing here?

Are you her father?

Yeah, I am.

Then we come to offer
you sacred gifts.

But first, we'd like to smoke
the Chanupah, so that we can

appeased the spirits
with tobacco.

- Are you fucking serious?
- Louis...

But your ancestors...
Are you not Métis?

- Hmm-hmm.
- Then you are one of us.

Jesus Christ is my saviour.

Not some pagan demon.

They all come
from the same place.

- Do not blaspheme my God.
- Louis, please.

We are not Indians.
We're Catholic!

We're not here to argue.
But we are here to appease

the spirit of this man's
daughter.

Well, Christ alone is
within her.

Wakan Tanka is within her.

Where's the harm in giving
them what they want?

They're a Corruption
of Divine Providence!

We would appreciate
an audience.

Access is only given
if you can pay the price.

And let me assure you,
it's high, very high.

And that is why
we offer you sacred gifts.

I'm talking about cash.
This, these trinkets mean

nothing to me.

Mom, you have to come.

And don't forget: your financial
support helps us spread

the Good Word of Jesus Christ.
For Inspirational TV, I'm

Peter Wolf, your ever-faithful
soldier... and servant

of our Almighty God.

I can feel the
Power of Our Lord.

♪ Doo doo doo doo
Doo doo, doo doo ♪

♪ Doo doo doo doo
Doo doo, doo doo ♪

Jesus, what is all of this?

Pentecostals from Austin, Texas.
That's Peter Wolf,

he's a Charismatic. Heard about
Jeanne yesterday and he drove

nineteen hours straight.

Who are these beautiful people?

Oh, do you feel the spirit?

Do you feel it?

Praise Jesus, praise God.

Praise Jesus, God bless you.
God bless you. Thank you

for coming out. Nice to meet
you, God bless you.

Beautiful day, beautiful music.

You guys enjoy yourselves.

♪ I don't care
What they may say ♪

♪ I don't care
What they may do ♪

♪ I don't care
What they may say ♪

♪ Jesus is just
Alright, oh yeah ♪

Ooo-ie, it's a hot one today!

Thank the Lord for refrigeration
and air conditioning.

Yeah.

Can I get you anything?

Nah, I'm Okay.

All righty then.

Well, the reason we're all here
is that blessed little dove

of yours.

Have a seat, make
yourself at home.

See, she's extremely
valuable to us.

Extremely valuable.

Now, let me get
down to brass tacks.

We want exclusive access
to introduce your daughter

to our congregation.

Okay... And what do you think is
fair for such a privilege?

Well, we've given that a lot
of thought and we came up

with forty... hell, pardon my
French, we wanna make it an even

fifty thousand, for exclusivity
and a one-on-one interview

with yours truly, Peter Wolf.

You broadcast
to millions, right?

That's right

You stand to profit quite
handsomely by my math.

Surely you can do better
than fifty thousand, no?

Well, what exactly did
you have in mind?

Well, I am a simple man and I'm
not used to such negotiations,

- but um...
- But?

But I would say my family needs
to see a more substantial offer.

- Alright.
- Let's say six figures?

Ha... tsssss...

Can you believe this man,
with all things...

He needs six figures out of me.

Father Antoine told me
the Vatican is already

on its way. Would you like some
more time to think it over?

Okay! Okay! You win.

But only because I am
a generous man with the Lord

as my Shepherd.
Write the man a check.

I hope your daughter's
the real deal.

Don't worry, she's
worth every penny.

Well, you're always on my case
about not grabbing the bull

by the horns, so I'm saying,
saddle up baby, we got

ourselves a first-class
ticket to the good life!

She's not some hooker you can
pimp. She's your daughter.

Who I love very much. Look,
they just want a taste.

They're harmless. Trust me.

She's going to be okay.

She's going to be okay.

The messenger,

the messenger is here!

Hi. Welcome back.

- Where am I?
- With us, in the hospital.

Hey, how you doing, sweetie?
Are you in any pain?

No, I feel fine. Why am I here?

God came to you,
as you slept, my daughter.

And He marked you so,
the whole world would know.

Would know what?

That He has not
forgotten: us, his children.

We, the Métis are the Chosen
Ones, the Lost Tribe.

But now, we are found!

How is the old woman?

Huh?

The one in the field.

How could you know about her?

Well, I saw her. I set her free.

Yeah, she's free, she's free,
because of you, Jeanne.

Because of you.

Your body has been through
so much Ms. Seraphin.

We need to keep you
for another day.

With all this excitement
your family should probably

rest up too.

Un café?

Love some. Ya got
Jamaican Blue Mountain?

We've got regular and decaf.

Alright, regular it is then.

I'm Juniper Fairweather.

Student of Osiris, Lord
of Love, God of the Afterlife.

I'm not familiar with him.

Old or new Testament?

Oh... The Egyptian
Book of the Dead, my dear.

It's a little older
than the Bible.

Some say it's the basis
for the New Testament.

I remember hearing
stories about you.

You were quite the troublemaker.

Kinda hard to fit in
with the tan, you know?

The whole town picked on me.
I couldn't wait to get out

of here.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Wait, weren't you were a senior,
and you left to join

a commune or something?

It was a cult.

If I remember correctly you
haven't been back since.

Well, I'm a wandering spirit
with a restless heart.

I've seen the world: India,
Nepal, Argentina, Egypt.

And finally, with the guidance
of some Peruvian brujos

I was able to harness
my psychic abilities.

Well, it's
quite the coincidence

in timing you being here,
with my daughter, and all.

Toute the notoriety
and the excitement...

Euh, non. I mean financially.

Your coffers are getting
big from all of this, no?

I've heard of donations coming
in from as far away as Brazil.

And, what's this?

So, I don't know. Should
my family not also reap

the rewards?

Once the world sees whom to make
the cheques out to in the name

of the Lord, there will be
a lot of it. I'm a conflicted

man, should I split the proceeds
with you, or provide exclusive

access to our televangelical
friend from America?

Of course, I would prefer
to join hands with the Catholic

Church of Canada, but Mr. Wolf
has promised us a big piece

of the pie.

We don't have
that kind of money.

Come on.

I read the papers you know.
You have millions set aside

for the Residential School
cases. So, I don't know,

you could pay me
using the interest.

I run a church,
not a bank, Louis.

Look, I am a modest
man with a modest request.

I will hold this cheque
for a few hours out of respect.

It will give you some time
to reconsider your position.

It is a slippery slope
upon which you tread,

Monsieur Seraphin.

Well...

Monsieur Seraphin, I would
ask that you to choose

- with your heart.
- Look, I wish it was

different, but I cash
this cheque, and we're

finally financially
independent. So, if I were you,

in your position, I'd
ask myself one thing,

Can I afford NOT to?

And remember Luc, all
of this is a godsend.

...the priestess of a new
church, a new order.

You have my word.

Hey, you're sleeping? Hey!

Jeanne! Jeanne?

My god. Jeanne?

- What happened?
- She's gone!

At
least 50 police officers are

- searching right now.
- We don't have a person

of interest, and we're going
to look at every angle.

...what happened to a 16 year

old girl that has vanished...

That's right David, indeed

- they are. She was last seen...
- And this morning, her family

and police are desperate
to find her...

A mother is desperate to find

her teenage daughter
who has been missing...

The headline this evening,

authorities a short time ago...

...the girl, nowhere to be

found, issued a nationwide
Amber Alert on Monday.

Authorities now flooded
with over 200 tips...

A community close together,
praying for her safe return...

And with his
stripes, we are healed.

The small
French Catholic town

of St. Michel is in shock as
16-year-old Jeanne Seraphin,

considered to be stigmatic, has
been kidnapped from the hospital

near Notre Dame. Several reports
confirm that the young Métis

bore the torturous marks of
Christ during crucifixion.

Ah...

Oh, thank God!

Ah! Thank God!

Most high, omnipotent, good
Lord. Praise, glory and honour

and benediction all, are thine.

Will you hear my confession?

I'm not your sister.

You are a disgusting
pig. Let me go!!

I am... wretched.

I have lived for a thousand
years in this leathery skin

suit. Why must you punish me so?

End it now. I am begging.

You want to die?

I have sinned,
oh how I have sinned!

But what would you expect of me?

Oh Creator, you said you would
give me direction, inspiration,

and my only elucidation is that
humanity, no matter how wretched

or virtuous, rots.

Hey.

You are The Burning One.

The wounds of Christ.
I know them well.

I cannot die,
but I welcome death!

What are you doing?

I'm preparing
you for your final test.

Uh-oh. Negative
energy all around.

First things first.
Let me smudge you.

Thank you.

June, I'm sorry to show up
like this, but I didn't know

where else to go.

What's your crisis?

I need you to help me
find my daughter.

With your gift. I can pay you.

Whatever you want.

Oh, your money's no good here.
Let's go see what we can do.

Hello! Hello?

So many have I tried
to pass on the gift.

But none survived.

You are the one.

A mere servant.

But my heart is ready.

What do you want from me?

Freedom.

He, my most holy of Fathers,
is ready to receive.

When I leave, I travel like
electricity through power lines.

What did you see?

Ancient graves.

A strange creature.

She's near the stone
church under the earth.

There is nothing out there.

Faith, dear.

There. To the right.

Jeanne?

Jeanne!

Jeanne?

Danielle!

Here.

Ah... Ah... Ha...

Ah!

Ah!

Jeanne?

Jeanne!

I wanted to wait on the blood
work to come back from Winnipeg

so I could give you
an accurate diagnosis.

For what?

To prove our Jeanne
is stigmatic?

Wouldn't that be beautiful?

Certainly.

In addition to Jeanne's
bleeding, we discovered

an enlarged spleen,
lymph nodes, and liver.

What's your point?

Monsieur
et Madame Seraphin,

Jeanne has chronic
myelogenous leukemia.

Cancer?

The drugs Jeanne took
sufficiently weakened

her system. Combined with the
trauma from the kidnapping,

this likely helped
the cancer take hold.

Are
you saying...

Are you saying... are you
saying she's going to die?

Unfortunately this form of
cancer doesn't discriminate.

With Jeanne, it could be
a few months to several years.

But, we're still no closer
to understanding what caused

the injuries. She has not
admitted to any self-immolation.

The original wounds healed
remarkably with no scarring,

yet she continues to bleed.
There's no medical reason

for her to do so, cancer or not.

Because it's God's will.

Perhaps, and I respect
your personal religious views.

However, I took the liberty
of calling a colleague of mine

from Winnipeg. She's an expert
on psychological disorders.

As your daughter's case is quite
exceptional, I didn't want

to rule anything out.

Such as?

I'd like Dr. Sloan
to examine her.

How long will it take?
People are waiting.

With everything she's been
through, I'd like to determine

whether or not her physiology is
reacting to some psychosomatic

response.

Are you saying
she made all this up?

Let me put it this way:
if Jeanne is as you claim,

I will discharge her
immediately, provided you agree

to weekly appointments
to monitor her.

How does that sound?

Some stigmatics over
the centuries marked themselves

in an effort to suffer
with Christ as a form of piety.

Do you know what that means?

Devotion, yes.

Well, some believed
so intensely in his suffering,

they made themselves bleed.

Nobody would willingly put
themselves through what I have.

If you believed it could help
your family or your community,

would you be willing
to sacrifice your body?

I guess.

Would you say you're under
a particularly significant

amount of stress?

No more than anybody
else in town.

Do you ever hear
voices in your head?

End it now. End it now...

Sometimes.

Like who?

Differing voices.

What do they say?

That my time is coming.

Do you believe you are
destined for something greater?

I hope so.

Would you consider yourself
to be a particularly devout

Catholic?

Nobody in this town is.

If you pay attention, you see
the whole town is sinning.

How so?

We're supposed to live
by; thou shalt not do this

or do that. But everybody does.
You go to church, you wear

the cross,
but it doesn't mean anything.

Even you?

I'm not perfect.

So, are we good?

Your daughter has been
through quite an ordeal.

It's no secret this is
a unique case. And there is

one more thing
I'd like to explore.

What?

Jeanne indicated hearing
voices in her head.

She may be experiencing
multiple personalities and one

of them might have marked her.

What like schizophrenia?

I'm not convinced to that.

There is so much we don't know
about stigmata from both

a mental and physiological
point of view.

With your permission,
I'd like to try hypnosis.

If it's in her head,
we will know.

And if it's not?

Then you will have my expert
opinion that she's neither

delusional nor fabricating this.

And I am counting down from
five, four, three, two and one.

You are now asleep.

Can you hear me?

Yes.

Will you hear my confession?

Of course.

End it now! I beg.

You want to die?

Yes.

Would this spirit care
to make itself known?

Oh how I have sinned! But what
would you expect of me?

Jeanne?

Oh Creator.

You are the Burning One.

The wounds of Christ.

Where are you?

I am within him,
the Christ, on the cross.

How is this happening?

I am... wretched.

Who are you?

Becoming.

Stigmata is given at times when
your suffering world needs

faith.

And I am counting
back from five.

When I reach one,
you will be awake, refreshed.

I cannot die.

- Five...
- But I welcome death.

...four, three, two, and one.

Did we start yet?

What is all of this?

It's all for you, Jeanne.

Come, let's prepare you
for the press conference.

Welcome home!

Sorry, sorry.

She's okay, she's okay.

Jeanne, Jeanne come here.

Come here.

Don't touch her!
Don't touch her!

Hi, I'm Condie.

I'll be doing your make-up.

It's such an honour to meet you.

Ah, there she is,
our blessed Northern Star.

Alright. So,
the bleeding has subsided?

Not yet. I think they call
it a weeping wound.

Fantastic.

Fantastic.

Are you ready
to be world-famous?

Uh, I guess so.

Great. Hey, just act natural.

I'll do most of the talking, but
it will be important for you

to share whatever is
in your heart.

Can you do that for me?

All right. We got twenty minutes
before we do the unveiling.

Perhaps a wardrobe change?
Something more... devout?

What did you have in mind?

Hmm. That's a good question.

Condie, I'll leave it up
to your fine judgment.

Will see you in a bit.

Great. Come with me, my dear.

I have just the outfit for you.

Excuse me.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Of course.

Who is he?

Sit.

That man just paid for your
university education, that new

truck for your dad and maybe
a little something for you too.

All you have to do is share your
experience, what you remember,

if anything.
Did you see the light?

If you feel like Jesus
is within you, say so.

He's going to get that crowd
going crazy out there.

You're going to be
like God, Jeanne.

Everywhere.

Think you can handle it?

Sure.

I guess.

Now, go with that nice lady and
she'll get you ready, all right?

I can't...

We bring you a very special
episode of Inspirational TV.

We're all the way up in
St. Michel Manitoba, Canada.

Before me is our honoured guest.

Jeanne Seraphin, which I should
remind our viewers across

the Inspiration Nation
translated from French means

Angel. Now, you woke up
in your bed covered in blood.

Tell us, what that was like in
those first frantic moments?

Well, I don't really recall
much, other than blinding pain.

There was blood everywhere.
I thought that I was dreaming.

Than the ambulance came. I was
in and out really quick,

but the one thing absolutely
vivid in my memory was

my holding my mom's hand,
and seeing the cross around

her neck. It was
very comforting.

That's excellent.

And it was then that
you lost consciousness.

In fact, doctors confirm
you were clinically dead

for twelve magnificent,
breathtaking minutes.

One for each blessed apostle.
Now, would you share with

our congregation, what did
you see when you travelled

to the other side?

Oh it was beautiful, white,
like clouds, and warm.

I remember being filled with
a joy I have never felt here

on Earth.

Did you feel our Almighty God?

Yes.

I felt His love, as if I was
wrapped in a warm blanket.

Wow, ain't that something.

Hey kiddo.

How you doing?

This whole saint business?

Weird.

Yeah, I bet.

You know, when I was about
your age, I moved to New York.

Piano.

I remember the picture
of you in Times Square.

I felt special.

I was special.

I was a prodigy.

And then I gave it all up.

I'm only telling you this
because I find it hard

to believe I've had
a hand in making you.

Isn't this God's will?

I'm just one part
of it. People want proof.

I don't know if they're ready...

I don't know if
I can give it to them.

Hello?

Hi, is Charles there?

No he isn't. Who is calling?

Um, a friend from St. Michel.

Well this is Charles' wife,
and you better not

fucking call him back.

You can't be here.

It's not yet your time.

Oh, this is a pleasant
surprise. Please, come sit.

Thank you.

And thank you for finding me.

I am afraid I have nothing
to offer your little friends

other than a quiet yard.

They've been hibernating
in the mud since I was born.

They've been waiting
for you, Jeanne.

They're drawn to you.

As will the crowds.

Thousands, millions, waiting
with bated breath to hear

your words.

I am not so sure.

From when the stars were made
a billion years ago,

many people have questioned
their duty. But we are meant

to be here, now. It's faith.

I am scared.

Embrace the opportunity.
Your words might create

anarchy, chaos. But we mustn't
ever be afraid to evolve,

to learn. To love.

She knows, she knows.

What's the pipe for?

Prayers.

This is how we talk
to our God, Creator.

This is medicine,
and it will help you.

Thank you.

Sinners, sinners. (Inaudible)

There is a hotter hell
for those sinners who do not

follow me. As a Charismatic,
I'm endowed with holy gifts

that flow through
this humble vessel.

And let me say, the personal
sacrifices that I've made

to show you, true believers,
that I'm worthy

of your donations,
of your desperation.

No, that's too on the nose.
Of your prayers.

Yeah. That's it.

Praise the Lord Almighty.

Yada yada yada.

Forgive this speech Father,

forgive this sinner.

All right. Don't stress,
don't stress.

Even Jesus was a
fisherman by the way.

Okay. Are you planning
on a sermon?

We are Métis, right? But,
as far back as I can remember,

we could never be proud.

My father was more
Dumont than Riel.

And my mother was Cree.

Last time she spoke it,
my dad put the bottom end

of his rifle into her head.

He was fucking drunk.

But, they were
below us, right?

To this day I don't like to tan
in case I get too dark,

and people start looking
at me differently.

Never forget that.

Your sister might
bring us some respect.

Good afternoon, St-Michel!

You all look so beautiful.

I'm Peter Wolf, and now,
the voice you've been waiting

to hear, Jeanne Seraphin.

I have been chosen to bring
a gift of knowledge

and understanding.

As I share this wisdom, I will
represent what is good

and just in our people.

I am not doing this
out of fame or greed.

I will give with my whole
heart to the people.

That is my promise.

Let the humans be saved.

Let them understand.
Our voice can reach the heavens

if we unite as one.
Together we will sing,

and Creator will hear us.

But first, I have
to confess my sins.

My heart is heavy.

I had premarital sexual
relations with a married man

years older than myself.

I became pregnant by that union.
I was so ashamed I could not

take it anymore. So I went to
the city and I had an abortion.

I became horribly depressed,
and I decided that I should

kill myself, so that I could
be free from the pain.

I cut myself, over and over
and over again to end it.

I made those marks
because... I wanted to die.

There was no stigmata when
I was rushed to the hospital.

I committed suicide
because I was weak.

I was a fake.

No, it cannot be true!

Please, please, I beg
you for your forgiveness.

Now, this young woman is under
attack from the Evil One,

Himself! Now beware, my flock,
of the wolf in sheep's clothing.

I have not yet revealed
my message from our Lord.

Please, let me speak.

Let her speak!
Praise our Almighty God!

God has healed me.
He brought me back to life.

I am honoured and humbled
to stand here before you.

And while my initial wounds were
done by my own hand, God,

our Creator, has transformed
me into a vessel.

Men like him are dangerous
and must be stopped.

We must unite
the races, our voices one.

I cast thee out Satan!
In the name of our Lord Jesus

Christ, depart and vanish
from this creature of God!

I cast the demon out!

She is possessed!
Her soul is black!

The Devil himself is
hiding within her!

Run!

Please remain calm!
Calm down everybody!

She is the real thing! Don't go!

You created quite a stir.

I could not carry out His will
if I held those secrets.

They would have come out.

Perhaps.

Did you not realize
what was at stake?

We have multiple witnesses who
saw you bleed through unbroken

skin. And, the physician, not
only did she corroborate

the events there, what
she smelled, The Odour

of Sanctity. The automatic
writing, the speaking

in tongues. It was
all there. I saw the film.

Then why did
they turn on me?

They wanted desperately
to believe, but they cannot

forgive. You win their hearts
and their minds with hope.

You give them a sense
of purpose in their lives

I wish I had died.

God determines when
your time on Earth is done.

But...

...we are here now, and He has
more work for you to do.

The Great Spirit works
in mysterious ways.

If you were meant to
lead, you require a flock.

How are you doing?

I wasn't looking for anything,
but nobody believes me.

You know, a few days ago,
I questioned if God meant

anything any more.

If faith even had
a place in our lives.

And now?

You've given me reason to hope.

You know, believing
in something is better

than nothing at all.

Look at my girl: all grown up.

You don't need me anymore.

The eagle has landed.

Good day to make some shoonias.

I had to substitute the rye
with a different brand.

Ended up being a buck
cheaper per bottle.

That's all right. My people
don't care what they drink.

All they care about is
forgetting their names.

There you go.

The last one.

Just don't forget
to credit me the difference.

Don't go thinking
I'll forget either.

Can I ask you something?

You really don't care about
selling booze to your people,

do you? Profiting off
their extreme misery?

You wearing a wire?

Huh?

What the fuck is
with this inquisition?

We talked about this before,
and you didn't say shit.

The way I look at it, you don't
have any right to talk

about it now.

Don't shit where
you eat, Frenchy.

Take the money, have a good day.

Do whatever the fuck you want
with it but just don't come

preach to me about it, okay?

Something's been digging
in my garden, eating most

of the vegetables.

Probably a rabbit. I'll take
care of it with one good shot.

Without the drama of violence.

Is that possible?

Is poison too dramatic?

In the garden. So, when I make
your lunch and I put lettuce

and tomatoes grown in that soil,
you're okay with that?

Fine. I'll set a snare.
Whatever you want.

Have you spoken
to your daughter yet?

Oh, so she's
my daughter now?

Yeah, because she's
like you, a fucking liar.

We spent so much money. Now,
it's all down the toilet.

Well, it's a good thing
you cashed that cheque

from Peter Wolf and used
his money instead of ours.

How many of those
have you had already?

Does it matter? Mmh?

Of course, it does.
What's your fucking problem?

Uh, I don't know. Maybe
that I'm married to a drunk.

You know what, if you were
not such a fucking bitch,

maybe I would drink less.

Don't you dare blame me!

Don't you dare or I will
scratch your fucking...

You won't do shit, Louis.

If anybody has the right
to drink over sorrows

and regrets, it is my life
that was destroyed, not yours.

I should have had an abortion
instead of rushing into

this bullshit we call
a marriage. At least

our daughter had
the fucking courage!

Shut the fuck up! Now you're
talking about our children!

Is nothing sacred
to you anymore?

You fucking cunt.

Do us a favour. Take a rope
and go find a strong tree.

No, I would not give you
this satisfaction.

This world, they do not

deserve you. God, forgive them,
they know not what they do.

They do not deserve you, mother.

God, forgive them,
they know not what they do.

They do not deserve you, mother.

Jeanne?

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