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Danielle, don't do anything crazy.

We'll take good care of Guy, okay?

What's going on?

Guy is dead.

Then when the paramedics tried to take him away,

Danielle locked herself up with it, and she's got
a big knife,

and now she's not answering.

What do you want me to do?

You have to convince her to open up.

If not, I'll have to call the tactician,

rely on me, you don't want them to come

to do their show here, it's not a good idea.

You know her as well as I do. She listens to you.

Danielle, it's Ma...

Danielle, drop the knife.

You, get out. Yeah, no, wait...

Out, tourists, out.

Go away, you're making too much noise.

Danielle, it's me.

Maryse.

Yes, it's me. I am here.

He's dead.

(whispering): I know.

Hasn't he had enough...

dead?

Suzanne. Maryse, come out now.

Give me your knife, we'll let them do their job.

Maryse, tabarnac.

I'll go with you to the hospital.

OKAY? You stay with him as long as you want.

OKAY? No, I want to stay here.

Here, in his room, in our room.

Get out of my range. Suzanne.

He's not going anywhere, go away.

I want to watch him alone.

You can spend as much time as you want with him,

but without your knife.

Suzanne, she's not all there, stop.

Take her out. Esti.

Look at me. Danielle.

Where is Vanessa?

He didn't deserve that.

My father had this too,

fibrosis.

That's no way to go.

Shut up.

Search for his breath.

Fighting against his lungs

to try to find the juice

to get the heart pumping.

He was a good guy, your husband.

The best.

He was good advice.

Then here...

what would he tell you?

He'd tell me to stop being a fool.

Don't you think he deserved to rest?

Mmm?

He'll come back to you.

He will.

Anyway, with my dad, it's the same.

Whenever I need him,

he's there.

In my head.

Danielle.

Osti.

Danielle.

Where is she, Vanessa?

She's gone.

OKAY.

Criss, I knew we'd have to shoot her.

It would have been justified.

We're not gonna arrest her just for that, are we?

I'll tell the paramedics

not to put it in the report.

We'll send her to the CH in Mont-Laurier.

Hey.

I'm sorry about your father, really.

He's still very much alive, the old fuck,

and he's on fire.

OKAY.

Okay, well, look, this is all well and good,

but where is Vanessa?

I'm going to see Danielle and you go take a look

around the room, just to see if you can't

find something that tells us where she is.

Is that okay? YEAH, I GOT IT.

Maryse? What's up?

My office, now.

Are you okay? I'm okay.

Okay, I'll be right back.

OK, it's fine, you can come in.

It's OK.

Yeah.

What's up with... Osti.

Are you crazy, osti?

Do you know what kind of trouble you almost got me
into?

It's Danielle.

You were going to shoot her.

There was no way I was going to lose another one.

I just wanted you to talk to her through the door.

If you want to kill yourself,

don't have the police do the job.

The next time you make me

a case like this, I'm gonna shoot you.

OKAY, OKAY, OKAY.

Scaring me like that...

Cause me neither,

I don't want to lose another one.

What are you drawing, sweetie?

A room with people in it.

A room? What room?

The one in paradise.

You see, this is the chair

of Aunt Leonie.

That would be mine.

Then her, yours.

Then the little one here?

The one of little Jérôme.

Can I borrow your drawing?

OK, thanks.

I...

(love you.

I'm leaving with this, do you want to do another
one?

Daddy?

Mommy?

We know that, Luc,

you, the fires, you just have to piss on them.

But the rest of us, our job,

it requires psychology, my little pom-pom.

Oh, shit.

We were looking for you everywhere,

where have you been?

I was at my friend's.

Why is our house such a mess?

Where is my mother?

Is she there?

It's your father...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I heard he was leaving.

It's about time.

Who is? Eric leaving?

He's moving to Montreal to live with his brother.

There's nothing here for him anymore.

You're allowed to say "good riddance".

No gossip, please.

And no talking about anyone but yourself.

Yeah.

I'd appreciate it, too.

Doesn't look like I'll be doing much talking.

Do we have to talk about ourselves?

Okay, I'll go for it.

There's my daughter who still won't let me near
her.

That, well, to a mother's heart, hurts.

Ouch.

Mom, I don't need it. Yes, you do.

Since you were six years old.

I'm done sticking my head in the sand.

Just sit down. OKAY.

It's so fun having you here, Vanessa,

We hadn't even started yet, we were waiting for
you.

That's ok.

Your big apology, I don't need it, OK?

Hey, I don't feel like being against you.

Life is too short.

Then your father, that's what he would have told
you to do too.

What would he say again?

"It's harder to hate than to love,

and I'm too lazy to force it."

You're not allowed to talk about him.

You know, Guy, before he was your father..,

he was a good customer of mine at the bar where I
worked.

He used to come in for his beer after his shift.

It was really fun to talk to him.

He was really looking forward to your birth.

She's not playing fair here.

Vanessa, there's no one playing the game here.

When you're done playing the game,

you're going to realize that there are people

who are here to help you.

Really, who do you think you are?

I don't think it's necessary to antagonize you.

For the one you wanted to smear with your lies

then good news: it didn't work.

Maryse... It's not just you who is hurting.

The rest of us miss your father too.

We've all lost someone.

It would be nice if that pain, too,

you could hear it.

What were we saying, again, Hélène?

We were talking about your daughter.

Yeah, someone told me that you were having a hard
time

deciding on a memorial?

Let's just say the city council is divided.

Yeah, I may have a solution

to help you make a decision.

It would have everyone's name on it.

Oh.

OKAY. Mmm.

Mmm, that's nice.

It's good, right? Yeah, it is.

But how much is it gonna cost us

for the royalties on that?

Ah, that I'll let you negotiate

directly with her.

So, we'll see you

for the follow-up in ten days?

Have a good night. Thank you. (Chuckles)

What do you want from me?

I'd like you to explain it to me.

What about it?

The other time, at the church.

You were there, you weren't there anymore.

You were...

I don't get it. I just don't get it.

We had a little fun together, that's all.

A little fun?

A little fun.

I've been thinking a lot since my dad died, and
then...

I don't know if you realized that while we were

were fucking, he was dying.

You've always been free

to do what you wanted, I never forced you.

Right now I just want to be left alone and go
home.

Can you at least give me that?

Don't get tired, I'll let you go.

One day you'll understand that every action

has consequences.

Well yes, huh, so there.

Sometimes you regret them, but it's too late.

Is that what I am to you? A regret?

I was tripping... that you and I...

Ark, no, fuck off. Really, no.

I don't know what I saw in you.

But it's gone now.

You're just an empty shell now.

Pity.

It's better for her.

It's better for her.

Laurence?

Hey, I've been looking all over for you.

It's a good thing my secretary saw you earlier.

I...think I have a problem, Toussaint.

I need to...

I'm on pills

to get through my days.

I figured as much.

I'm in love, but I'm not blind.

I could make a mistake treating a patient,

can you imagine?

Maybe I've been wrong before.

I think about it all the time.

I'm not able to stop.

Look at this.

You've had a lot on your plate the past month.

We'll get you some help, okay?

We'll get you a program,

something, count on me.

Come with me, I'll take you home.

Are you in love?

With who?

When I look at this,

I think it's as quick as can be.

Mmm.

Two months later. Mmm.

Do you ever think about it?

What about it?

What would have happened if...

we'd gotten there faster?

Old question. Same answer.

Sometimes...

I put the barrel of my gun in my mouth

just to see what it tastes like.

It tastes like metal, without drawing.

And don't tell me any of your business

because I'll have to report you to the sergeant.

Vic.

Look at me, man.

We all do it at some point.

We can't do our jobs without thinking about them.

You can't do that.

I mean...

if you need to talk, if you need to vent,

there are resources, then...

It starts with me, that.

Do you know...

I'll call the help line first.

Oh...

Honestly.

I'll talk to you about it.

I promise.

Everyone says you're leaving.

Are you going to sell your ski-doo?

I might be interested.

I'm gonna cuddle it in the bottom of the lake
first.

Whatever you say.

I've been doing a lot of thinking since you spoke
the other night.

It's true I didn't give you a chance.

No one here has offered you any help

since you came back,

but...

you've never been good at asking for help.

Then before you left for the city...

you were the kind of guy who would blow us off.

Sure, you were using me

as a kind of rug.

Us? Who are you talking about?

You, your brother, your gang.

You looked down on me, then my family.

What are you talking about?

Come on, it's been 30 years.

Have you ever noticed how those

who were once bullied

when they were young never forget?

And those who were bullied

forget quickly and for good?

Hey, man, if this is true, I apologize.

I honestly..,

I don't remember it.

That's right.

2,000 for.

Deal.

I'll go bring it to you tomorrow.

You send the money to Simone.

I talked to Daniel.

You start in two dodos,

then you're gonna be responsible for two lanes.

Two? Mmm, mmm.

I only had one before.

Are you gonna get that?

Will you get it?

Hello?

Hello, Danahée, it's Antoine.

Who is it? Where are you?

In my office.

Is this a good time?

When are you coming to see me?

Soon, I hope.

Are you okay, honey?

Yes. I'm starting to work again.

Then I'm going to have two lanes.

Then Ma's taking me to Montreal to store.

To Montreal? Well, that's great.

Danahée, can I talk to your mom for a second?

We'll talk right after.

Ma, Antoine wants to talk to you.

Tell him I'm not here.

Ma says she ain't here.

I got you.

Mmm...

Well, then, tell me.

Now you have two aisles?

(together): One, two.

Three...

The chairs have reached the floor.

They'll always stay there.

No one will move them.

They represent...

the duty of remembrance to our fallen.

I'm really proud of you.

Your mom is right, you really did have

a great idea, honey.

Shall we go and find

Leonie's chair?

Come on.

Come on.

Nice therapy, all that.

Are you ok?

There are people I miss.

The rest of us, too.

How are you feeling?

You know it was your drawing that inspired us?

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

It's a pleasure.

Are you happy?

Yes, I am.

Are you coming to dinner?

I'm not hungry, Mom.

Because Eric is leaving?

On business, I wasn't as quick as your father.

You don't understand.

I don't?

Can't I understand what?

That you thought you loved a married man who was
too old for you?

That you did crazy things for him?

That you have regrets?

I do not know what you said

before the death of your father,

but you are my daughter

and I want to be able to continue loving you.

But I wouldn't be able to if I learned

that you broke his heart.

This part here, keep it to yourself, OK?

You've felt sorry for yourself enough.

I'll give you a week

to clear your head

and then decide what you want to do with your
life.

We'll make a plan to make things happen.

One week, Nessa. That's all it takes.

You're going to dinner.

In my house, we don't waste food.

Uh, I wish my sister were here,

but babies being born,

apparently, that's more important than the rest of
us.

Anyway, she probably would have found me cheap

with my little juice bubbling.

But a year from now, if we're still here, I
promise you:

we'll be celebrating in style.

I'll tell you that...

No, don't cry!

No, I wanted to tell you that I love you,

that I'm proud of us,

and that I couldn't have done it alone.

Er...

Eric?

You shouldn't be here.

I won't break up your party for long. I'm leaving.

Then, uh,

I'm not coming back.

Before I left, I realized that there's something

I didn't do, something that...

Something I should have done right away when...

right after.

Eric. No, it's okay. Just leave it.

I apologize,

I apologize, uh,

for everything that she's done wrong.

Then for everything you've endured then, uh,

everything you lost.

To have known that...

That...

To have known.

No,

don't.

It's not true that he's going to win this too.

It's not "his" day, it's our day.

To our co-op! To Maryse!

To the co-op!

Maryse! To Maryse!

Well, we didn't think that ...

Danahée?

Are you okay?

I'm scared.

(whispering): But I'm here. Come with me.

OKAY?

I'm here.

Are you okay?

Eric!

So, you're leaving?

You're gonna hitchhike down the highway?

You won't be in my territory. They'll give you a
ticket.

I'm gonna get a lift way before then.

Hey, Eric!

You know, uh,

there's still a lot of stuff that bugs me.

Like how come Audrey

skipped out on her medication?

Two letters that don't say the same thing.

One to her daughter asking for forgiveness

then filled with sweetness;

the other one filled with hatred:

she will make everyone pay, starting with Maryse.

Weapons that she should not have had and then...

For a whim,

you've been practicing a lot, right?

But that's the way it always is with shootings.

If we don't catch the suspect alive,

we're just stuck with the guesswork afterwards.

We think we're being emotional,

but we don't have a confession.

It's fucking exhausting, that,

just having questions and no answers.

Audrey's weapons are Guy's?

You got them from Vanessa?

You're out of your mind. Hey, hey, hey!

Look at me, okay.

You couldn't have known she was gonna shoot
everyone.

You just weren't able to handle

her mental illness, I know that.

The plan here

was for her to get away?

Was it?

Fuck you!

Get in the car!

No.

Get in, I said. Where are you going?

Montreal. Get in!

Well, if you want to take forever

to hitchhike to Montreal, that's up to you.

It's healing well. You can put your clothes back
on.

I'm going to check with the physio clinic

clinic in Mont-Laurier if there's a...

Do you have any pills to help me sleep too?

Then to help me forget, then...

Then to help me have an abortion.

Are you serious?

Yes.

How long have you been at it?

About 40 days, I don't know.

Can I ask who it is?

No.

No.

You did the right thing, Vanessa, um.

You're not alone now, I'm going to help you.

Shoot! What are you waiting for?

Try to give me one good reason

so you don't have to get pissed.

Oh, yes, I am. Let's talk about the real stuff.

You know that when you first saw me,

after Maryse hired me,

you knew you were gonna kick me out.

You're the one who quit.

It was only you who knew

that I worked for your brother

before he got arrested

for his construction fraud stories.

I never said anything to anyone in the village,
okay.

I know what it's like to carry around family
shame.

But you were afraid I would talk.

You were secretly fucking one of my employees.

The daughter of another one of my employees.

What was I supposed to do?

Mind your own business. About your daughter's age.

Give me a break with your morals, here!

What you did to me had something to do with Audrey
going off the rails.

Don't bring up your dirty laundry.

She may have been the one to pull the trigger, but
you were the one...

Me who what? Oh, man.

Fuck you!

Wouldn't you like to admit sometimes

that it's not just the others

who are responsible for your misfortunes?

Fucking loser.

See, the trick is not to anticipate the kick of
the gun, OK?

OKAY. Then breathe between shots.

Oh! Ah, this is fun!

Ah, this is fun!

Come on!

Yes! It's beautiful.

It's exceptional that a community recovers like
that.

Well, let's just say it's never guaranteed.

Hmm. Bend or break?

Those are the only two choices

for people who live through such tragedies.

We're looking for a recipe: there is none.

There are just people doing what they can.

Then all around, there are the voyeurs.

How does it feel to be back in Lac Sabin?

It's mixed. Sweet, bitter.

The feeling of having done a good job, but...

also regret

that I should have done things differently.

After all these years of doing your job,

what is the lesson or learning

that you have had the most difficulty

to integrate personally and communicate to others?

Hmm.

There's no shame in holding on to your grief.

As long as you are able to

to leave room for... other things,

to other emotions.

This is well said.

It is especially long and hard to learn.

Are there people in the village

who have kept in touch with you?

Well, I think that if we have reached this kind of
question,

it means that everything important has been said,
huh?

Thank you. I thank you.

So, have a good day. Have a good day!

What are you gonna do with him?

I'll forget about him.

Is it true that Eric is missing?

Does it matter if he is found?

No.

You know, sometimes, right now,

a guilty conscience,

is the best kind of justice.

In any case, it's certainly the best police force,

that's for sure.

Poets say that we die twice:

when we die and when we are forgotten.

So that's the business of the letter.

Hum, hum.

The one that named me

but that nobody ever wanted to show me...

Is it true?

Do you really want me to tell you?

No!

The people of Lac Sabin do not forget.

They persist and endure.

They embody resilience.

And that's good.

Because... I didn't mean to.

They embody an expression that has become
commonplace

in the mouths of people here.

"Courage calls for courage."

Here you go! Very good.

Yes. Which one is it? That's him.

Hi! Hi!

Hi!

Cressons.

Uh, eighteen.

You look great!

Hey, Daddy!

Smooth?

Flat, you mean.

No, I love them just the same.

What will be left of us after us?

What will be left of us after us?

What will be left of us after us?

Am I the only one to see That the places are
empty?

And that by dint of believing ourselves

We are without law or God

How do we know

Where the heavens are guiding us?

The ceilings are mirrors that swallow the blue

They didn't tell me that when I got here

I wouldn't feel like I was arriving

They didn't tell me that once I got here

I would have nowhere to go

What will be left of us after us?

What will be left of us after us?

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