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Brother Visitor,
welcome to the school.

Thank you.

How was your trip?

Not too bad.

Always a pleasure to visit
your lovely part of the country.

Indeed.

DECEMBER 1948

Oh! Brother Cyprien!
-Hello.

Meet Brother Roséa.

How are you?

Very well.

What have you prepared for us?

It's a surprise.
Brother Jean kept it a secret.

Sit in the middle.
-Thank you.

The place of honour.

Meeting!

Meeting! Come here!

Everyone here is afraid.

That's normal.

It's called stage fright.
Even Chouinard is afraid.

Me? I ain't scared!

Alright, so Chouinard isn't afraid,
but he's an exception.

Before going onstage,

all actors have stage fright.

All of them!
And you know what?

That's why they're so good.

Courage...

True courage

isn't about not being afraid.

True courage is being afraid

and going ahead anyway.

Everyone.

Are we afraid?
-Yes.

Are we going ahead anyway?
-Yes!

Stand up!

Let's go, Indians!

Mr. Dubé, are you still afraid?

Good. Stay like that.

Lights.
-Alright.

I'm afraid,
but I'm going ahead.

I'm afraid,
but I'm going ahead.

I'm afraid,
but I'm going ahead.

You're on!

Akanaka! Akanaka! Akanaka!

A boat is approaching the coast!
-Iroquois?

No, great chief!
Their hair is yellow like wheat

and their boat
has a monster head.

Leif!

What is this land
that stands before us?

I do not know it,

but it is not Greenland.

The wind
tossed us far to the west.

Let us set course for that
deep bay where we can berth.

Go explore the area.

Leif!

Wild wheat!

Everywhere on the lowlands!

The hills
are covered in wine grapes.

I, Leif Erikson,

discoverer
of this new-found land,

will call it Vinland.

Mr. Chouinard!
-Land of vines and grapes.

You're on!

Uh, yes, it is I,

Leif Erikson himself,
who discovered this new land.

Greetings, people!

My name is Cristofo Colombo.

I was born
in Genoa, Italy, in 1451.

Perhaps you know me better
as Christopher Columbus,

the discoverer of America.

How dare you declare yourself
the discoverer of America?

I, Leif Erikson, discovered it
500 years before you.

Lies!
-The truth!

Bald-faced lie!

I won't allow a barbarian
to steal my discovery.

You're the thief.

Leave before
I cut you to pieces!

Come back!

Here it is.
The true story.

It's here, in these sagas.

VIKING SAGAS

It's a gift from the past.

I leave it to you.

Brother Visitor.

You may sit down, Brother Jean.

Your play was a great success.

It wasn't only my play.

Your pupils
showed great gumption.

They were perfect,
despite the mishaps.

Which you cleverly rectified.

Your portrayal
of Christopher Columbus

was... very entertaining.

It was improvised.

I expect so.

But...

the script wasn't improvised.

It's surprising, however,
that our textbooks

say that Christopher Columbus
discovered America.

And we long taught that the sun
revolved around the earth.

I must say that when I left
Quebec City this afternoon,

I did not expect
to watch a pagan spectacle,

devoid of moral value.

I should have
recalled that with you,

it's always
one surprise after another.

Should I
take that as a compliment?

I'm told that

Viking stories
are a large part of your class.

When I walk into
the classroom in the morning,

I see a lot of boys
who want to be somewhere else.

So I try
to take them there on occasion.

Learning should not
be about amusement.

A teacher should show students
how to put in the effort.

That's true.
But it's also to infect them.

With the desire to learn.

Once they have that,
they put in the effort.

Our pupils are the workers
and farmers of tomorrow.

Our job is to teach them
to read, write and add.

I'm well aware of that.

We're here
to prepare them for adulthood

by instilling in them
Christian values.

It's not by putting
frivolous ideas in their heads

that we'll do that.

They're not frivolous ideas.

Researchers speculate Vikings
sailed the Gulf of St. Lawrence.

Brother Jean...

Let's leave learned speculations
to the researchers.

Our task lies elsewhere.

If we don't ensure Christian
values are maintained, who will?

We hear things
at the theatre and on the radio

that would have been
unimaginable in the past.

And what happens
when morals decay?

Societies break down.

Those are the matters
that concern me, Brother Jean.

I understand.
-Very glad to hear you say it.

I know that the Brother Director
and Brother Cyprien

share my way of thinking.

Since I have
several hours to travel,

Brother Jean...

Brother Cyprien,

I wish you a merry Christmas
and a happy New Year.

Thank you for everything,
Brother Visitor.

You have a talent
for getting noticed.

Do you like teaching here?

See that it stays that way.

Émile, bottom drawer.

Come on.
-What?

Did you look at it?
You'll look like a rag picker.

Hand me the one
you got for your birthday.

You'll see,
you'll get used to it.

You'll make new friends.

We'll write each other often
and share our news.

It's what your father
would have wanted.

Dad would never have
sent me to boarding school.

I'm doing this for you,
Émile, not for me.

If you don't understand now,
you will later.

Now get some sleep.
We have an early start.

Hello!

JANUARY 1949

You won't get
another chance like this.

Promise you'll try
your hardest to make it work.

Say you promise.

I promise.

Alright...

We'll drop this off on the way.

I'll write you!

So he goes, "Stop talking back!"

So I shut my trap.

But he didn't like that either.

He goes, "Nothing to say
for yourself, Mr. Chouinard?"

I almost said,
"Make up your mind, Fishface,

do I answer or not?"

You almost said or...?
-Yeah.

So you gave in.

Looking for a fight?
-You scared?

He told you.
-Yeah, yeah.

Who's Fishface?

Brother Cyprien.
You'll meet him soon enough.

Hey, don't we take baths here?

No, just hand showers.

Are you nuts?
-Go for it, Chouinard!

Lulu's here!

What's going on here?

He didn't know how the sinks worked,
but now he does.

No messing around, understood?
-Understood, Brother Lucien.

Making trouble already, new kid?

No.
-"No, Brother Lucien."

Understood?
-No, Brother Lucien.

I mean, yes,
Brother Lucien, understood.

I wasn't scared. I swear!

That's not allowed here.

If you get caught,
you're done for.

Can I see it?

Where'd you get it?

My dad.

Chapter 2:
Having a humble image of self.

Every man
naturally desires knowledge.

But what good is knowledge
without fear of God?

Shun too great a desire
for knowledge

for in it there is much
fretting and delusion.

Scholars delight
in passing for clever.

The more you know, the more
harshly you'll be judged

if it does not
lead to a more saintly life.

The arts
and sciences you possess

should not
be a source of vanity.

Mr. Chouinard.

You've outdone yourself this time.

I mean, did you see the
trajectory of this aircraft?

A perfectly straight line.

An admirably stable altitude.

He understands that to keep
a plane at a certain altitude,

its lift must equal its weight.

Had he used
a larger sheet of paper,

his plane
would have been heavier.

He would have needed a wider
wingspan to fly like that.

To make sure everyone
understands the way it works,

you will write a composition
on how to make paper fly.

It shouldn't be too hard.
Science will have the answers.

1,000 words should be enough.

Take your seats.

Now that that matter is settled,

I'd like to welcome
your new classmate,

Émile Lacombe from Quebec City.

Let's tell him what we've
learned in the last months.

So...

Nothing? Yes, Mr. Bergeron?

About North American explorers?
-Very good.

What about these explorers?
-Christopher Columbus's travels.

Magellan, Cortés, Cabot.

Very, very good.

Yes?
-They often got lost.

One thought he was in China,
but he was in Newfoundland.

What was his name?
-Jacques Cartier.

No, it was Cabot,
Giovanni Caboto, an Italian.

What was Cartier looking for
in the Gulf of St. Lawrence?

Yes, Mr. Bergeron?
-A passage to India.

A passage to India, exactly.
You can't get more wrong.

Mr. Dubé?

We also learned the Vikings
arrived well before them.

Yes, Mr. Bergeron?

Erik the Red left Norway because
he was accused of murder.

Mr. Lacombe.

Any questions?
-No, it's fine.

You'll see, the more you learn,
the more questions you'll have.

It seems as though the strike...

Hey, mail boy!

Come here!

...asbestos and other major mines.

In Thetford Mines...

You look like you did something
wrong but don't know what.

Negotiations between the union
and company representatives...

This one's for Brother Gonzague
and this one for Brother Jean.

Don't look like that.

For you.

...a political and economic alliance
to thwart...

From the university.

Pull out
Émile Lacombe's file, please.

The university in Quebec City.

L as in Lacombe.

...as the mood is heated.

Premier Maurice Duplessis

announced that he would not tolerate
an illegal strike and would...

Have you heard
news of your brother?

His wife is worried.

He's involved, he's never home.
There's bound to be trouble.

The Archbishop of Montreal,
Monsignor Joseph Charbonneau...

You've got some reading to do.

Thank you, Brother Lucien.

...if the strike were to begin.

Monsignor Charbonneau declared
that it was his duty...

Mr. Lacombe.

Did you enjoy
doing this assignment?

It was OK.
-In your opinion,

is copying word for word
from an encyclopedia valid?

Why exactly did you come
to this school, Mr. Lacombe?

Because if you're
just putting in the time,

the next few years
will be tiresome for you.

I won't even be here next year.

When I turn 14, my uncle will
get me in at the paper mill.

My mom works hard
and still we can't manage.

THE FISH FACE

BROTHER JEAN THE PEACOCK

It's good you want
to help your mother.

But you're here till June.

Not at a paper mill.

You deserve zero.

But I'll pretend
you didn't hand it in.

Start from the beginning,

look at more than one source

and make an effort
to understand what you read.

Write it in your own words.

You have three days.

There's a space
for you in the Vinland Club.

Tomorrow, 10 a.m.

Try to be there.

The university approached you?
-Yes, the history department.

They're organizing a symposium
on the pre-Columbian period.

And they invited you,
just like that?

Prof. Thompson
from the University of Baltimore

put my name in.

Who will be there?

Professors, students,
guests from all over.

It's quite prestigious.

What exactly
will you talk about?

My theory on Viking settlements
along the St. Lawrence.

You don't seem convinced.

They're used
to hosting academics.

Not mere teaching brothers.
-Great.

It'll make for a change.

What will you do about
the Brother Visitor's warning?

He was concerned about Vikings
in my class, not my free time.

But you're taking pupils.
-Only the Vinland Club.

And since it's a Saturday,
they won't miss class.

And why do the boys
need to come with you?

They've never
set foot in a university.

I want them to know it exists
and boys like them can go there.

Most of them
will never get another chance.

Brother Cyprien!

I'm sorry to shout at you.

Have you spoken
to the Brother Director?

Unfortunately, it won't work.

Your brother isn't sick.

He's not on his deathbed.

He's on strike.

My sister-in-law needs help.
They have six children.

I understand.

But this is not force majeure.

We can't authorize it. Sorry.

"They hoisted the sail.

They sailed past
fine beaches and a point.

When they arrived
at Straumfjord..."

That's the Strait of Belle Isle,
which you know.

"They headed southwest,

hugging the coast."

This is where the new
translation is fascinating.

It gives us two very precise
pieces of information:

a direction, southwest,

and the fact
that they hugged the shore.

It starts at 10:00.
-Sorry.

Sooorry.

You underestimate the virtue
of silence, Mr. Chouinard.

As I was saying,

the new translation mentions
that they sailed southwest,

hugging the shore.

Starting from here,

at the Strait of Belle Isle,

there is one trajectory
that matches the description.

The North Shore.

The North Shore?
-Yes.

But afterward?

Where did they stop?

That's less clear.

But the new text
gives us a precise description

of where they stopped.

"They sailed for a long time
to the estuary of a great river.

There were tall sand banks

that prevented boats from
entering except at high tide.

Far off on the river,

they saw a high waterfall
flowing into a small lake."

They talk of a tributary
that narrowed to a bottleneck,

then widened
to form a kind of lake

into which the river flowed
over a high waterfall.

You see? It's very specific.

I reviewed all the confluences
on the North Shore,

and one exactly matches
the description in the saga.

Here.
Our school is here.

Really? You think
Vinland could be there?

I don't know.

But one thing's for certain.

We're going to find out.

We need to practice removing
earth one thin layer at a time.

An object buried for centuries
is fragile and easily broken.

What are we looking for again?

A nail.

You should've hidden quarters.
We'd find them faster.

The Viking artifacts
found in Denmark and Iceland

were tools, buckles
and cooking utensils.

Like a toaster?

My old prof in the U.S. will
send us a real Viking artifact.

You'll see what it looks like.

What do we win if we find it?

If you find the nail,
you can keep it, Lacombe.

Take your trowel and go gently.

Wow! Are you serious?

The other day, my cousin
and I were skipping stones.

And he threw a rock
at me on purpose.

Quick!
-Pass the puck!

Good job!

He's behind the line!
Block him!

Over here!

Here!

Pass the puck here!

Skate!

Over here!

Pass! Pass!

Come on, it's my turn!

Come on!

Whoops! Sooory!

Over here!

Pass! Pass! Pass! Pass!

I can do it!
I can do it! I can do it!

Well played, boys!

Don't worry about it, Mr. Dubé!

Hey, didn't your dad
teach you to skate?

Hey! Let him go!

I said let him go!

You're crazy!
-What's your problem, Émile?

Émile!

There was a fox.

It took off.

It might come back.

We could
wait for it if you want.

Show me.

Let me see.

Try not to get caught with this.

I don't think it'll come back.

Mrs. Lacombe?

Sorry, the train was late.

Please sit down.

Your son
did something unacceptable.

It's unfortunate,
but in the circumstances,

he'll have to leave the school.

Can't you give him a chance?

Just one?

He injured one of our brothers.

And he showed no remorse.

We must think how his behaviour
could affect other pupils.

Of course.

Thank you for trying.

I'm sorry,
it's just that I can't manage.

Sorry?

He's a good boy, you see.

He just keeps everything inside.

I've tried
everything to help him.

Being kinder, stricter,
studying with him,

punishing him,
but nothing works.

Since we moved to Quebec City,
he wants to work to help me out.

I just wanted him to stay
in school as long as possible.

Longer than his father.

Longer than me.

I was hoping
it would work out here.

Mrs. Lacombe.

Could you wait outside?

Yes.

He's been to four schools
in three years, all in vain.

You heard her.
She tried everything.

Perhaps no one's
found a way to talk to him.

Perhaps there isn't one.

Give me a month.

I've never lost a pupil
and I never will.

One month.

The Brother Director
wants to speak to you.

You'll be here till June.

Once it's summer,
you can do what you like.

You're a smart boy, Émile.

And talented.

Those are gifts.
Don't waste them.

Take your seats.

Question: Who's heard of
the miners' strike in Asbestos?

Very good.

You have an hour to read
what the paper wrote about it.

Great! I'll take the comics.

Take notes, there will be
a debate afterwards.

ASBESTOS GENERAL STRIKE

So many of them have died
in the last few years.

The families
end up in the street.

Our wages are so low,

the government puts signs
at the U.S. border

announcing that Quebec labour is
the cheapest in North America.

That's why companies come here
and give you jobs.

We'll give you 5 cents, no more.

This is a joke.

We'll ask the president of
Johns-Manville what he thinks.

Uh, well...

As we said, we can't...

What's happening is a scandal!

Our guys are
getting beaten by the police.

You think you're strong
with Prime Minister Duplessis

and the Catholic Church
behind you!

May I remind you
that Monsignor Charbonneau,

Archbishop of Montreal,
who is present here,

has given his support
to the miners!

He even asked
his parishioners to send food.

And clothes!

The boys aren't mature enough to
understand this complex issue.

Does he want them to turn them
against their future employers?

It's true that his methods
aren't very orthodox.

But they've always worked.

And I'm worried about his
influence over Brother Mathieu.

You should have seen him
on his high horse, so angry.

Brother Mathieu has
a good head on his shoulders.

He can think for himself.

When we find an artifact,

it's like
communicating with the past.

That object
has been asleep for centuries,

sometimes even millennia.

But when we wake it up,
if we can listen to it,

we learn a lot about its time
and the people who used it.

What did they find?

You'll soon find out.

Is that you, Brother Jean?
-It is.

What did you find?

An arrowhead.

How long were they?

Are they Iroquois?
-Hey, Chouinard!

Do you think
that could kill someone?

Did you also find the bow?
-No.

Just the arrowhead.

Because it's made of stone.

I refused his request,
and adamantly,

but still he went ahead.

He informed us...
Informed us, imagine!

He informed us
that he'd be back in a week.

More of
Brother Jean's influence.

You refused his request?
-Absolutely.

You didn't think
to ask my opinion?

It seemed clear,
Brother Director.

I didn't want to bother you.

Alright, thank you,
Brother Cyprien.

I'll have a word with him
when he gets back.

What? Hang on!

Look at that!
-I'm way stronger than you.

Hey! I lost my snowball.

Hang on to it better next time.

Watch this! I'll throw it
higher and farther than you.

Brother Jean?

Can I see how it works?
-Of course.

You look through here.
-OK.

And you press
this button to start.

This button.

Like this?
-That's it.

Look over here!
Look over here! Look over here!

Émile! Film me! Film me!

Come on, Lacombe!

I'm filming you!
-Film me!

Did you see my throw?

It was a great throw!
Were you watching me?

Marlborough's off to war
Mironton mironton mirontaine

Marlborough's off to war
Who knows when he'll be back

Who knows when he'll be back
Who knows when he'll be back

He'll be back for Easter
Mironton mironton mirontaine

He'll be back for Easter
Or else for Trinity

Or else for Trinity
Or else for Trinity

It's here.

Can anyone
describe the landscape?

Well, there's water and rocks.

Anyone else?

I see...

Mr. Bergeron,
let Mr. Lacombe speak, please.

There's a waterfall.

Nice one, Lacombe.

Shut up, Chouinard.

The waterfall
flows into a kind of lake.

Then the lake narrows.

Then it widens
before flowing into the river.

The Vikings!

This is where they came!
-The Vikings!

In the estuary,

there's a creek sheltered
from the wind and northern waves.

It's a natural shelter
for boats.

The creek was
long used by local residents.

The Vikings
would have had plenty of room

to anchor their boats,
or knorrs,

near their encampment.

Is that where we'll dig?

Later on when
the snow melts, absolutely.

We're going to dig there!
-Right over there!

Tell me, how is your brother?

Fine.

It's tense on the picket line,
but he's holding up.

Your sister-in-law?
-Managing.

With no income and six children,
she does her best.

She's lucky
to have neighbours who help.

Look, I'm sorry,
I shouldn't have left...

Normally,
I would write a report.

I understand.

Since it's a major infringement
of your vows of obedience,

the Brother Visitor
always receives a copy.

Another possibility
is putting a note in your file.

But when the congregation wants
to grant you your final vows,

it could work against you.

The third option is that
at your next obedience,

I recommend transferring you
to another school.

Brother Director, I...

But...

since it's your first offence,

I won't do any of that.

That's all.

That's all?
-That's all.

I won't keep you any longer.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Brother Mathieu.

In future, as long as I'm here,

if you need to ask permission,

you come to me.

Understood?
-Understood.

Brother Director.

He still needs to discover
the virtues of silence.

But in my experience...

I'm practicing to get better.

What's your favourite
part of school?

Um, well, the weekend, I think.

Brother Jean.
-Hello.

Practice your framing
during the break.

But if he lost or broke it,
I could never reimburse you.

I trust your son, Mrs. Lacombe.

And it's mine, not the school's.

Don't worry about it.

What do we say?
-Thank you!

I'll be right back.

Hi.
-Hi.

I don't know how to thank you.

I'm so happy!

He hasn't been like this
since his father died.

It's all thanks to you.

That's kind of you,

but Émile's the one
who decided to put in the work.

I'm so proud of him.

He really misses his father.

It's never easy.

Have you thought of remarrying?

Isn't that funny.

The parish priest
always asks me the same thing.

He says at my age,
I should have more children

and do my duty to the nation.

Do you think so too?

I'm more concerned
about paying my rent

than looking for a suitor.

Look, I...

I'm sorry, I didn't mean...

I just thought,
with a man around the house...

For Émile.
It wasn't my intention...

Once again, forgive me.

It's alright, I know
you didn't mean anything by it.

We have to get going
if we're to make our 5:00 train.

Émile!

My mom's calling.

Happy Easter.
-Happy Easter.

See you Tuesday!
-Goodbye.

What a nice camera.

Let's go, Mr. Dubé.

It's all very well
to study openings.

But you only improve
by playing against real players.

I haven't played in years.

But don't get too excited.

It's like riding a bike.

Hello, Brother Jean.
-Hello, boys.

Let's go.

Hello.

We'll be back
in time for dinner.

Try to make sure
no one embarrasses us.

They're a good group.
Everything will go fine.

Quebec City!
Quebec City! Quebec City...

Are you sleeping?
Are you sleeping?

Going to Quebec City
Going to Quebec City

Ding ding dong
Ding ding dong

Brother Jean
Brother Jean

Are you sleeping?

Are you sleeping?

Going to Quebec City
Going to Quebec City

Ding ding dong
Ding ding dong

Brother Jean
Brother Jean

Are you sleeping?
Are you sleeping?

Going to Quebec City
Going to Quebec City

Ding ding dong
Ding ding dong

Those who were here yesterday

had the pleasure of hearing
Prof. James Thompson

from the University of Baltimore
anthropology department

deliver a talk
on the likely encounter

between the tribes
of Baffin Island

and Scandinavian explorers
at the turn of the millennium.

A fascinating presentation.

Today we'll have the pleasure

of hearing from a former student
of Prof. Thompson,

our own Brother Jean Picard

from the St. Antoine
de Charlevoix school.

For years, Brother Picard
has taken an interest

in a potential Viking settlement
along the St. Lawrence.

Today he will talk to us
about the various theories

on the highly controversial
matter of Vinland.

I'll mainly be talking about
my theory on the matter.

Well, that's wonderful.

Then Brother Picard,
I'll pass you the lectern.

Thank you.

Director,

members of the faculty,

Dr. Thompson, students...

Researchers have pointed out

that the harsh climate
of the Gulf of St. Lawrence

does not correspond
to that of Vinland

as described
in the Icelandic sagas.

They do speak
of a relatively mild winter,

but especially of the grapes
that gave Vinland its name,

"land of wine."

But what if
they'd gone farther west?

Remember that in 1535,

Jacques Cartier
named Île d'Orléans

"Bacchus Island"

in reference
to its many wild grapevines.

May I present vitis riparia,
the riverbank grape.

It bears a strong resemblance
to grapes cultivated for wine.

But it is much hardier

and grows abundantly
all along the St. Lawrence.

By taking
the direction and duration

of their journey from Greenland,
where the Vikings had settled,

I deduce

that they first sailed
down the coast of Labrador

before venturing
into the Gulf of St. Lawrence,

then into the estuary,
following the North Shore.

The saga mentions a southwest direction,
then straight west,

Sept-Îles, Baie Comeau

and farther west until
they found a settlement site.

They then speak
of majestic salmon rivers,

meetings and trade
with the Indians

and even a deadly attack.

Certainly, to this day,

all archeologists
have failed to locate Vinland.

But we could look
for 50, 100 years

and never find anything
if we look in the wrong place.

But if we look
in the right place,

who knows what we could find?

Thank you for your welcome
and your interest.

Thank you, Brother Picard.

I'm sure this lecture
will raise many questions.

Mr. Grégoire.

I just want to congratulate you.

It's inspiring to see people
undertake such research

outside of the usual channels,
so thank you.

Until a university,
yours perhaps,

takes an interest in archeology,
we manage as best we can.

Professor Dubois.

Thank you, Director.

And thank you, Brother Picard,
for the inspired demonstration.

But if I understand correctly,

your hypothesis
is based mainly on stories

passed down orally
for many centuries

until someone
finally wrote them down

as tales in a language
that no longer exists.

Allow me to rectify, Professor.

Most researchers recognize
the texts' historic value.

Then why is it that researchers
contradict each other

by situating Vinland
near the Strait of Belle Isle,

on the Atlantic coast
or even in the American Midwest?

As I explained, it all
depends on the interpretation

of the descriptions
in the texts.

Of course.

What's more, I'm sure you're aware
that at the turn of the century,

a Harvard professor by
the name of Eben Norton Horsford

also went to great
interpretive lengths

to prove that Vinland
was located right next door,

in Cambridge.

You'll agree that was
rather convenient for him.

Yes, I know
Horsford's work well.

When he began digging,

the fellow found
stones several centuries old,

old enough to convince him

they came from the home
of Leif Erikson himself.

And to fully convince himself,

he had a statue
of Erikson erected in Boston.

Now all
of these lovely discoveries

were based on
nothing but pure speculation.

To the point where no one
takes them seriously anymore.

You see, Brother Picard,

Prof. Horsford
wasn't an archeologist.

No, he was
a chemistry professor.

Mostly famous
for his development

of the formula
for baking powder.

Like you, he was motivated by,
how shall I put it...

...eclectic interests.

In his defence,
19th-century researchers

didn't have
the writings we have today.

The latest translations...
-Regardless.

Some researchers, alas,
have the unfortunate habit

of falling in love
with their hypotheses.

Hence, they lose all objectivity

and stubbornly seek

to prove that they're right.

That said, perhaps you're not
familiar with the phenomenon

since, after all,

you're not really a researcher.

I'm glad
you're taking it so well.

As I understand,
you're no longer satisfied

with re-writing history books,
Brother Jean.

You're now trying to imitate
Brother Marie-Victorin

by strutting around
the university.

In all humility,
Brother Visitor, I would never...

Humility, Brother Jean?

I'm very happy
to hear you say that word.

However, I'm not convinced

that you grasp its true meaning.

Out of humility, our community
set itself the task

of educating working-class boys.

And we're proud of that.

Our schools may lack the lustre
of classical colleges,

but our reputation
is important to us.

And I will never, ever accept

that we be ridiculed

because a vain Brother acts
like a fool at the university.

These boys will leave here
to go work on farms

and in factories.

They'll never go to university.

And you get their hopes up.

You're preparing them
for bitter disappointment.

You're setting
them up for failure.

Brother Director,
I want no more mention of Vikings here,

is that clear?

Trust me.

You will focus
on religious instruction

and the core subjects.

Forget everything else.

We want our boys to become
responsible heads of families.

Strong, proud men.

Not disappointed dreamers.

You are dismissed.

I know it's hard.

I can still see the boy
who arrived here

with his little yellow suitcase.

Shy and worried.

Eager to find out
if it would suit him here.

You've come
a long way since then.

You may not like
hearing this, but...

The Brother Visitor is right.

Religious and moral values

must guide the lives
of people and communities.

That's the core
of the Gospel message.

Have I ever claimed otherwise?

We must sometimes
remind ourselves of our duty.

Our society is changing.

It's worrisome.

The Church is losing ground.

Young people
are turning away from religion.

They're even talking
about a "Refus Global."

There are agitators
and communists everywhere.

It's a real threat.

I perfectly understand
your interest

in history and science,
Brother Jean.

But we're in
the province of Quebec,

not in an American college.

You're right, Brother Léon,
our society is changing.

However much we resist
we can't change that.

The entire world is changing.

The Church may believe
that it can turn back time.

But the world will still change,
with or without us.

Are you saying the future
is your Viking stories

that happened 1,000 years ago?

Being open to new ideas and
science, yes, that's progress.

Our boys
need to know we believe that.

Hold on there!

We can't put
any old nonsense in their heads.

While young Anglophones
are getting educated,

we keep wasting
our pupils' talent

by taking them
out of school at 14

to send them to farms,
mines and factories!

But they're no worse
than the others.

We need to tell them that
knowing about the world

will get them out of poverty.

We need to tell them
they're allowed to dream.

Otherwise, what is our purpose?

You've always been hard-headed.

But after what happened,
you should keep a low profile.

Where were you?
-Detention.

What did you do?

Fishface?

He doesn't let up on you.

What's that box?

None of your business!

He gives you presents?

He doesn't give me nothing!
Leave me alone!

What does he want from you?

Give me it!

Give it!

If Lulu shows up,
we're all in shit.

So shut your traps
and go to bed.

What is the purpose

of thinking deeply
if you are not humble?

Noble speeches are not what
makes a man just and saintly,

but a pure life
that gives thanks to God.

It is but vanity

to amass ephemeral riches.

Vanity to follow
the desires of the flesh.

Vanity to aspire to honours

and to want to rise up
to the highest rank.

"The snow lay thick
on the road also," comma,

"and on the fields,"

comma,

"and on the fields," comma,

"for the April sun sent...

for the April sun..."

Mr. Lacombe.

What are you doing?

Give me that.

You know this is not allowed?

You stay here.

Everyone else,
leave your dictation on my desk.

The last one out
closes the door.

What are you up to?

Émile, I'm talking to you!

I trust you, let you keep your
knife and this is what you do?

You think you're special because
you don't care about rules?

You want to show off
in front of the others?

You never really believed it.

What are you talking about?

The Vinland Club! The dig!

You keep telling us
we should never give up.

Your bosses tell you to stop
and you say nothing.

You just give it all up.

I understand you're sad
and frustrated. So am I.

But should we sit down and cry?

Destroy our desk with a knife?

You'll have
frustrations in life.

Things don't always work out.
You find it unfair.

But you pull yourself together.

You lift your head up
and keep moving forward.

There's no sense crying.

You may go now.

And who said
we're stopping the digs?

Close the door on the way out.

A sweater's a good idea.

Got everything you need?
-Yeah.

It's cool in the cave.
-I have snacks.

Hey, wait for me!

Come on!

Hurry!

Across your chest, that's it.

Are your shoelaces tied?
It's very important.

There are holes in the road.

Are your water bottles full?

There you are.

Your bags seem empty.

Mr. Bergeron,
did you tie your shoelaces?

Oh no, I forgot my water bottle.

Here, take this.
I'll get another one.

Thanks.

We're waiting for Mr. Lacombe.

We'll head this way.

Really? The trail
to the cave is this way.

I'm fed up.
-Me too.

Brother Jean, how much longer?

We're almost there.

There are mosquitoes.
-Hurry.

What's that?

Isn't that the school truck?
-Yeah.

Where are we going?
-I thought we were going...

Get in, it's faster.

Where are we going?
Will we all fit?

Change of plans.
-Look at this, François.

Watch it!
-My legs were sore.

Me too, I was sick of walking.

Am I the only one who's excited?

No, everyone is!

But where are we going?

To the cave.
-Anyone got an idea?

I have long legs.
I don't have enough room.

I can't move!
There's no room.

You can go back to the school
and say you didn't feel well.

I don't want
to cause you problems.

It's riskier for you.

Perhaps.

Let's go.

Hold on tight!

We're off!

Yay, we're off!

I made the quadrants yesterday.

By digging here today,

it's like
we're planting our flag.

Anyone who comes after
will know we were the first ones

to believe that the Vikings
stopped in Charlevoix.

After all the work we did,
it's the least we can do.

Come and get your tools.

The rakes.
-The saw.

I want the square shovel.

Thanks.
-I want the small one.

The heavy artillery.
-Thanks, Mr. Bergeron.

Thanks.

You know the drill,
three per square and get digging.

Come on, Émile!
-We'll be a team.

At the end!
-Turn left.

Hurry!

Coming.
-Put your things in the corner.

Should we start
from the left or the right?

Whichever.

I'll bring you a sieve.

Hey, Chouinard!
Wanna come with us?

OK.

What do you want me to do?

Uh, the left side?

It's important
not to go over it again.

There's nothing in here.
-Nothing in here.

Nothing.

Come in.

Sorry to bother you
with this, but...

It's no bother, Brother Lucien.
What's going on?

I went to the shed to get some tools,
but it's almost empty.

The shovels, rakes, trowels...
They're all gone.

Plus the pickup is gone,
and no one asked for it.

You'll never guess what I found.

What?

I found mussels.

Want some mussels?

In the mud.

Back to work in five minutes.
-Yay!

It feels like
we only just stopped.

We can't do this very often.

And look how motivated they are.

Can someone
help me close my water bottle?

Did you find anything?
-Yeah, mussels.

We should get going.

Or we'll be late for dinner.

Another half hour?

Having a nice hike, I see.

You're mixed up in this too?

I can assure you that
Brother Mathieu knew nothing about it.

I organized it all.

You will stop immediately
and bring the boys back.

Hey! Come here, quick!

Brother Jean! Hurry!

Where did you find this?

I found it. It was right there.

There.

Here?
-Yeah.

It's a bronze buckle.

The Vikings used them
to attach their capes.

It's incredible.

You found it, Chouinard.
-We found it.

It's incredible.

You must admit
it's extraordinary.

Everyone will benefit.

The boys, the school
and even the whole province!

You disobeyed a direct order
from the Brother Visitor.

Don't expect his compliments.
-He's an intelligent man.

He'll realize it will
benefit the congregation.

We can't sit
on something like this.

People have to know!

What's so funny?

The Brother Visitor's face
when he finds out what we found.

Nice framing, Mr. Lacombe.
-Thanks.

Look at Brother Jean!

He's wondering what's going on.

That's me!

What a find!

Stealing my spotlight, François?

You worried?

We look good, don't we?

We do.

I can't believe he filmed all this.

Leif Erikson had already
converted to Catholicism.

Really? So he was a missionary?

Exactly! The Norwegian king
asked him to return

to Greenland
to convert the people there.

So you, Brother Jean Picard,

teacher in a small
school in Charlevoix,

think you have
evidence that the Vikings

came here to the St. Lawrence,
near Malbaie.

It's almost unbelievable.
-It is!

The mysterious Vinland
described in the Icelandic sagas

could well
be located on our territory.

Place it
at a right angle, please.

Very good.
Don't forget the fact sheets.

The drakkar! The centrepiece!

Be very careful, it's fragile.

Put it gently on the table here,
please, gentlemen.

Go get me a velvet cloth
for the table, Mr. Chouinard.

Mr. Lacombe.

Do you have everything you need?
-Yes, everything.

Good.

What are you doing here?

Where are you going with that?

Brother Cyprien wants to see it.
-What?

I told him what we did.

Show me that.

Does Brother Jean know?

MODEL FOR THEATRE PLAY
DECEMBER 1948

WORK AND HOME LIFE

BRONZE VIKING BUCKLE

Come on, honey.

Ma'am, sir.

May I introduce Mr. Chouinard,

the first one to get
his hands on the artifact.

All year, Brother Jean showed us

how to sweep and remove
dirt layers, like archeologists.

Please excuse me for a moment.

A package from the U.S.

It must have arrived
two or three weeks ago.

Yes, I got that.
I gave it to the mail boy.

Little Jérôme, your student.
He didn't give it to you?

Tell him!

Tell him
what you did with the package!

I wanted to keep it for a bit.
I'd have given it back.

It's not his fault!

It's mine.

I'm the one
who buried the buckle.

What?

I wanted to show
you were right about Vinland.

I didn't think
it would go this far.

Do you realize...

You knew he would be here.

You must have known
what would happen.

Why didn't you say anything?

We were told to keep quiet.

By whom?

Come this way.
It's right over here.

I need to talk to you.

Certainly, Brother Jean,
with pleasure.

The artifact
was buried by some students.

I heard about that.
It's a real shame.

When you found out,
you kept them from telling me?

The only one who could open your
eyes was your friend Thompson.

Don't you see
the damage this will cause?

The damage you caused.

Take responsibility.
Don't lecture me.

You were vain and insolent.

You never
thought of the consequences

for the school
and the entire congregation.

Yet you were warned.

You must be proud of yourself.

You wanted to put me
in my place, and you did.

But how
will this benefit the pupils?

It's a bit late to think
about that, don't you think?

For years,
you've lorded over the school.

For years,
you've acted as if you're owed,

as if you were
better than everyone else.

You have no humility, no respect
for your vows of obedience.

You deserve everything
that's happening to you.

And I'm glad.

Stop that! Stop that!

Stop it this instant!

Mr. Dubé.

Mr. Lacombe.

Chouinard.

Do you know what's going on?

Pupils, brothers...

I've brought you together
at the request of Brother Jean,

who has an important message
to convey to you.

Brothers...

Pupils...

I have some
very bad news to announce.

Yes...

The Viking artifact
is authentic.

But it comes from Iceland.

It was buried here by someone...

...who didn't realize
what he was doing.

It was you, Chouinard.

It was you!

Excuse me! Silence!

This is in no way a witch hunt.

The person knows the damage
he did, and that's enough.

Tomorrow we'll publicly
set the record straight.

I know you're disappointed.

You went along with me
in good faith.

I'm guilty.

Guilty of a lack
of critical thinking.

Guilty of lacking caution.

And humility too.

And I sincerely apologize
for the hurt I've caused.

Now...

We need to look forward

and draw lessons
from this experience.

Boys!

Back to your dorms.
That will be all.

In silence.

What you did
had dire consequences.

I thought about it and made
a decision to expel you.

You would be a distraction.

This time it's definitive.

But after discussing it
with my colleagues,

I'll allow him to take
his year-end exams.

Thank you, I appreciate it.

That will be all, Mrs. Lacombe.

I wish you good luck.

Brother Jean,
you will need to stay.

Go pack your bags.

Due to your lack of judgement,

our congregation is the
laughing stock of the province.

We've even had
reactions from Europe.

As if that weren't enough,

you felt entitled to attack
one of your colleagues.

You'll go
to the Quebec City archives.

You will leave today.

Excuse me.

Is Brother Jean still here?

He was sent away.

This was
his last day at the school.

Jérôme.

I'm going ahead.

I'm going ahead.

I'm going ahead.

Jérôme.

Mr. Dubé!

Mr. Chouinard.

Mr. Dubé.

Mr. Bergeron.

Mr. Gamache.

Mr. Dufour.

Mr. Simard.

Mr. Ouellet.

Mr. Côté.

Mr. Gagnon.

Mr. Tremblay.

Mr. Pichette.

Mr. Harvey.

I'm counting on you
to stand up to Brother Cyprien.

I'll do my best.

I recognize that one.

One doesn't meet many men
like you in a lifetime.

I don't know what will become
of the school without you.

Well...

You know...

No one is irreplaceable.

That's not true.

We only say that
to console ourselves.

Brother Jean?

Someone to see you.

Thank you. I'll be right there.

She's not answering.

Can you imagine
how worried she must be?

I don't deserve to have it.

Don't be like that, Émile.

Don't feel sorry for yourself.

It will get you nowhere.

Would you do me a favour?

Keep it.

And use it.

Film.

Film the people you love

and the things
that deserve to be remembered.

I apologized.

I'm proud of you.

I have something
to tell Brother Jean.

OK.

I'm going to stay in school.

I'm going to take my exams.

This fall,
I'll start at another school.

Won't you stay a bit?

It's getting late.

What will you do now?

For now,
I'm in charge of the archives.

Afterwards I'll see.

I enjoy the archives.

They leave me alone.

They don't tell me what to do,
or not to do.

It's so unfair.

I'm not out on the street.

I have a room, laundry
and three meals a day.

Many are worse off than me.

You've done so much for Émile
and you're paying the price.

He did it to help me.

I wish it could have
gone on longer.

The school.

You.

I'm not worried.
I have faith in him.

And he has a big advantage.

You.

You're brave, Marguerite.

Whatever you do, I'm sure you'll
find what you're looking for.

Both of you.

Please.

Thank you for everything.

I hope everything
goes well for you.

My thoughts will be with you.

A package for you, Jean.

Dear Brother Jean,

Forgive me for calling you that.
It's out of habit.

Here is some footage I shot.
I thought you'd enjoy it.

I talk about you a lot

to the archeology team
here in Newfoundland.

It's a shame you're not here.

I wish they were
lucky enough to meet you,

the way I was lucky to know you.

I will be
eternally grateful to you.

Best wishes, Émile.

In 1961,
two Norwegian archeologists

discovered the foundations
of a Viking settlement

in L'Anse-aux-Meadows,
northern Newfoundland.

The dig lasted several years.

While it is
impossible to determine

whether it is the Vinland
described in the sagas,

researchers all agree

that it is the first European
settlement in North America.