Original subtitles

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?

Ca 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 M�tis?

- 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 M�tis 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 caf�?

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 M�tis

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 M�tis, 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?