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Québec for Québecers!

200 years after
the British conquest of 1760

Québecers again fight
for their independence.

Like the Patriotes of 1837,

the Québec Liberation Front
takes action,

stealing the guns and money,
dynamiting, etc.

Year after year,
police break up FLQ networks.

In response to this repression,
and to free their jailed comrades,

FLQ militants launch
Opération Libération.

This film tells a true story based
on respect for facts and people.

Watch his arm.

Calm down!

Try again.

Wait, it'll start.

Ok, easy now.

Necessary and unjustifiable.

Eight days earlier...

We interrupt this program
for a special news bulletin.

Good evening, Alain Pratte
at the news desk.

We have just received a communiqué

from James Cross's abductors.

An anonymous call alerted

reporter André Laplante
at 7:45 p.m.

to the envelope in a
Jean Talon St phone booth.

Here is the new message
from the Liberation Cell:

Communiqué #6.

The Québec Liberation Front
temporarily suspends its threat

to execute diplomat James Cross.
- They caved in!

To keep alive this representative

of the old
British colonialist

and racist regime, we demand:

1) An immediate end to all searches

and arrests by police

2) The release of political prisoners

as set out in Communiqué #1
by 6 tomorrow.

The FLQ solemnly promises

to release the diplomat alive...

They're backing down again!

They're backing down again!
- ...after our 23 comrades

have been liberated.

6 p.m. tomorrow. No way!

They keep caving in.

The government'll never negotiate.

Can't we reach them?

No one knows where they are.

But they do call Louise.

And so?
- The way I see it,

Québec'll never negotiate.

Not for some minor British diplomat.

We have to do something.

Like what? The pigs are everywhere,

the organization's in a mess.

If we don't move we have no future.

This is our biggest coup
in 7 years.

If it fails the FLQ's credibility
will be destroyed.

We have no choice.

We have to get the government
to negotiate.

The US Consul, then.

He'll have taken precautions by now.

They can block the Île des Soeurs
bridges in 2 minutes.

What about that other guy,

in Westmount?

Too far. We'd never get out alive.

Guys, I got it.

The scumbag.

Yeah, the scumbag.

It's right nearby too.

Pierre Laporte in St Lambert.

That must be it.

Hello, is this the home of Mr
Laporte,

the MP for Chambly?

I worked for the party

in the last elections.

I have a favor to ask him.

How about at supper time?

Perfect.

Thanks very much.

He's working at home
all day tomorrow.

Ok, guys.

When you fight,
you have to go all the way.

We have to do something.

If we go ahead

we all know what it means.

They'll have to listen.

This'll make a real blast.

Québec Liberation Front manifesto:

The FLQ is not the messiah

or a modern-day Robin Hood.

It's a group
of Québécois workers

dedicated to ensuring Québecers

take their destiny in hand.

The FLQ seeks
full independence

for Québecers
united in a free society

and purged of that clique of sharks

the big bosses
who've made Québec

their personal preserve
of cheap labor and exploitation.

The FLQ

isn't a movement of aggression

but the response to the aggression
organized by capital

and its puppets, the government.

Knowing we'll always be
the servile boot-lickers

of big shots.

As long as Westmount, TMR,
Hampstead, Outremont exist...

capitalist bastions
from St Jacques St to Wall St,

we'll be a society

of terrorized slaves.

We're Québécois workers,
we'll go all the way.

One day all the Westmounts
of Québec will disappear.

Our struggle
can end only in victory.

A people cannot
be held in misery

for long.

Vive free Québec.

Vive the political prisoners.

Vive the Québec revolution.

Vive the Québec Liberation Front.

He's home.

That's him there!

He's alone.
- Go on!

Don't move!
- Keep quiet, you pig!

Not a word.

Don't move or you're dead!

Fast!

Lie down, you bastard!

The TNT!

Move and it'll blow!

The note!

Quiet!

They're blocking it.
They're not moving.

We're ok, guys.

We made it!

We made it. We did it!

Get out.

Ok, walk.

Careful.

Careful of the door.

Got him?
- Yeah.

Watch it, there's a bed. Lie down.

The FLQ's Chénier Cell
threatens to execute

Pierre Laporte, whom it calls

the Minister of Unemployment
and Assimilation.

In Québec City, the government
is refusing to comment.

There's total silence.

Still no news of diplomat
James Cross,

abducted 5 days ago.

Where is he, fuck?
He's been gone since 6.

Arrested?

And if they won't negotiate?

They'll negotiate.

Yeah, but... let's say they refuse.

We have the big end of the stick.

I'm sure they'll negotiate.

They have to.

Do you want anything?

I'd like a glass of water, please.

Lift your head.

Slowly.

Thank you.

Still no news from Québec?

No.

What time is it?
- One a.m.

Are you hungry?

No, I'm fine.

Well...

If you need anything, just call.

Hey, guys, he's here!

About time!
- We thought the cops got you.

I couldn't take the subway.
- Right, it's being watched.

Did you reach the other cell?

No. I left a message with Louise.

See this?

That suck Bourassa
rushed back from New York.

If he stood up Rockefeller,

he must take us seriously.

"Laporte is a pillar

of the Bourassa government.
Like British commissioner

James Cross, Laporte is 49 years old.

He was born in Montréal,
the son of a doctor.

He graduated in law
from the Université de Montréal.

He was then admitted to the bar.

He first gained visibility

as Le Devoir's parliamentary
correspondent in Québec City.

He was vp of the Montréal
Chamber of Commerce

and was elected MNA
at the age of 40.

Under Premier Lesage

he served as ministers of culture
and municipal affairs.

Considered to be ambitious..."
- Tell me!

"his bid to lead
the Liberal Party failed."

Embarrassing.

That's how it is.

"After criticizing his opponent's ties
to business, he was defeated

by Robert Bourassa.

Laporte was named vice premier,
minister of labor and immigration."

They left out his mafia links.

Any toilet paper?

Thanks.

The FLQ Wants
All These Prisoners Freed

Ok?

"We repeat.

If by 10 p.m.
both Ottawa and Québec

have not accepted
the FLQ's seven conditions

Minister Pierre Laporte
will be executed.

Victory is ours.

That ok?

We agreed?
- Ok with me.

We'll use his ID as proof.

"Mr Robert Bourassa...

Dear Robert...

I'm writing the most important
letter of my life.

I'm in perfect health for now.

I'm treated well, even courteously.

I insist that the police cease all...

all efforts to find me

which could only end
in a bloodbath.

In short, my life
is in your hands.

You know my situation.
Both my brothers are dead.

I'm the head of a family

that includes my mother

my sisters,
my own wife and children

as well as Roland's children.

My death would be a tragedy.
I'm sure you understand.

If the prisoners' release

is organized in good faith,

I am certain I will be safe.

I, and others who would follow.

This can go quickly.
I don't see why they'd keep me

rotting away in the place

where I am held.

Choose life or death for me.

I'm counting on you.

Best wishes

Pierre Laporte."

Let's send it.

Three o'clock.

Maybe the government'll negotiate.

Maybe.

May I ask you a question?

Yes?

How old are you?

Nineteen.

Nineteen...

Why do you do this?

I mean, the FLQ, the violence?

Because.

It's the only way to change things.

Otherwise nothing ever happens.

You never listen.

Yes, but...

This isn't Latin America.

We live in a democracy.

The people elect the government,
the people decide.

The people? What a joke!

The people never asked you.

Yes, but...

It's kiss my ass,
this so-called democracy.

Where creep bosses
yell at you all day long

for starvation wages.

"Don't like it?
Scram, go on welfare!

Twenty others
waiting for your job."

That's the democracy we get!

"You're nothing!
Shut up and work, shitface."

"Move, you bum,
this is company property."

Wanna know why the FLQ?

I'll tell you.
Cause we're fed up.

We can't take it anymore.

We've had it. That clear enough?

It has to change!

The FLQ ultimatum expires
in less than two hours.

Laporte will be freed
24 hours after the release

of all prisoners.

The least hesitation by authorities

will be fatal to the minister.

We still have no word from the cell

that abducted James Cross
six days ago.

The premier's office says Bourassa

will hold a press conference

to announce
his government's position.

The demands
of the Chénier Cell are...

Not hungry?

I needn't say how deeply we care
about the lives of Mr Laporte

and Mr Cross.

Fate, in a rare display of cruelty

has made them bear the burden

for maintaining law and order.

It is because we care
about the lives

of Mr Laporte and Mr Cross....
- Where's he going?

With him, black means white.
- Shut up!

...mechanisms guaranteeing

that the release
of the political prisoners

leads unquestionably

to the hostages' safety.

This is a condition
that common sense

dictates we pose.
For this reason

we ask that the abductors

communicate with us.

He accepts!

I knew it!

I knew it! He'll negotiate!

Are you sure?
- You heard him,

he wants you to contact them.

He's going to settle.
- It worked!

It worked!

Today's man has the face
of flagellation.

And you, Land of Québec,

Mother Courage,
in your long march

you are swollen
with our blackened dreams

with the vast fatigue
of bodies and souls.

I am born your son,
from up there

in the old grated hills
of the North.

I hurt and struggle
with the bite of birth

while in my arms my youth blushes.

Here are my knees,
may people forgive us.

We've let our fathers' wisdom
be humiliated.

We've let the light of the word
be debased to shame

and self-contempt in our brothers.

We've failed to bind our roots
of suffering to the universal pain

in each man swallowed.

I join the burning companions

whose struggle breaks the bread
of our common fate

in the shifting sands
of gregarious distress.

We shall make you, Land of Québec

a bed of resurrections

and a thousand blinding
metamorphoses.

of our leavens,
whence the future shall rise,

of our steadfast will.

Men shall hear
your pulse beat in history.

It is we, rippling
in our October autumn.

It is the ruddy sound
of deer in the sunlight

the future, clear,
the future committed.

...both cells have suspended threats
to execute their hostages.

A communiqué

signed by the FLQ's Chénier Cell

says the government's delay

in responding is unacceptable.
The premier's office has yet

to name the government mediator.

FLQ lawyer Robert Lemieux...

Thanks.

Sure Bourassa'll negotiate?
- I'm certain.

He's taking his time.

Why don't they name a mediator?

It's normal.
Government's a big machine.

You have to consult, approve...

You have to respect
each level of authority:

the cabinet, parliament,

lawyers, bureaucrats, advisors...

The list's endless.
Only normal it takes time.

Don't get upset.

Shouldn't be much longer.

I know how it works.

Damn, that's a nice watch.

It was a gift.

What's on it?

The phases of the moon.

It even has a perpetual calendar.

Never seen one that nice.

What's it worth?

1000 bucks.
- 1000 bucks?

That's nothing. At Birk's I've seen
watches worth $3,000, even $5,000.

5,000 bucks for a watch?

Or as much as $10,000.

You ok?

Yeah.

The negotiations?

No word.

BB's delivering a communiqué.

Sure you're ok?

It's tough.

Don't know if...

Seeing him tied up

on his bed like a...

It's tough.

Being in jail wasn't this bad.

We could take walks

and go outside.
We weren't kept in all day.

I know it's hard, but...

think of our 20 guys inside.

Laporte'll be free in a few days.

Gabriel's been in 7 years.

7 years between 4 walls.

His brother, 6 years.

Think of Schirm...

24 hours a day for 3 years

in a cell on death row.

Or Edmond...

I know... I know all that.

But I still find it hard.

This time, it's me...

I put on and take off
the handcuffs.

I'm the screw.

He was the best recruit
we'd seen in 3 years.

He's a farm boy,
he finds it tough being locked up.

Think it's fun for me?

Think I like seeing him
tied up on his bed?

I can't go in there,
can't even look at him.

The bastards!

You try to get out of the shit...

you just make it worse.
- We had no choice.

Always a choice.

We could've stayed in the US.

Hid out, like so many others.

We interrupt our regular program

for a special bulletin.

We've learned Québec
has named Robert Demers

a 33-year-old lawyer
to negotiate the release

of Cross and Laporte.

It's a first step toward
a peaceful resolution

to these tragic events.

Mr Demers met his FLQ counterpart,

Robert Lemieux,
last night in the cell

where Mr Lemieux is being held.

They've finally budged!

I added 3 points
to put more pressure:

5) To show our good faith,

we'll suspend activities

and ask the same of other cells.

6) Any hesitation will lead

to the execution of Pierre Laporte.

7) There is no deadline.

But if you show bad faith

we'll act. Victory is ours.

Everyone agree?

Ok with me.

Me too.

Laporte wants to order in.

He's sick of spaghetti.

What do you mean?

He's hungry, he wants
to order food for all of us.

He'll pay.

He'll pay.

Here he is.

You order chicken?

How much?

$38,78.

It was hard finding the place.

Had to ask the army base

to find it.

With all that's going on,
things are pretty hot.

Keep the change.

Thanks a lot!
This guy's at a diner.

He asks the waitress,
Got any pea soup?

Sure. You want the peas
whole or puréed?

Whole. I'll purée it myself!

Another?

No, I have to go.

See you.

Ok, he's gone.

Alright, guys, show time!

It's ok, I'll go.

His change.

A real joker.

You don t eat?

Want your coleslaw?

I'll take it.

Want my gravy too?

Motor oil.

Thinking of Francine?

Yeah.

She makes me feel so good.

It's amazing.

Don't know if we'll sing after this.

I dunno.

This way.

Careful.

Ok, left.

We're there. Sit down.

A trash bin in the Berri station.

No, westbound.

Victory is ours.

The boss was a little runt,
a real rat.

Always screaming Fucker! Bastard!

It was always, Move it! Go!

We never even had time to pee.

On night shift he'd take the girls
up to his office

and screw'em. He laid them all.

Anyone who refused... Out!

I kept quiet, like everyone else.

It was like we had to kneel

to get our paychecks.

At CN it was the opposite.

Three guys to change a light switch.

Should've seen those jerks.

Pot bellies like this.

A sign of seniority.

I was scared I'd get like them.

Growing fat,
waiting for a gold watch.

Two weeks in Old Orchard.

The big car, big payments,
big bungalow...

That's no life.

I was scared.

So I quit.

No one knows our number!

What is it?

What do we do?

Answer.

Hello?
- It's me.

It's BB.

Don t know why I took the subway.

Luckily I noticed.

I'm at Henri's.

The guy from the RIN.

No, they didn't ask,
they're willing to help.

The cops didn't arrest me
cause they want all of us.

I'll go to Josée's.

If I don't call by 10...

it's cause I was arrested.

I know it's not safe,
but what else can I do?

Take care of yourselves.

Good luck.

What?

Thanks.

Don't move.

Here... it ought to do.

It's Jules.

A blue Ford with two guys in it.

Pretending to read and sleep.

A real pro!
- Let's go watch tv.

Let me stay!
- Come on.

...French Canadians
are not executive material.

His words angered Québecers

who for centuries saw top positions

always go to Anglophones.

The protests showed English Canada
Québec wouldn't tolerate

such discrimination.

In 1963, the FLQ was born-

the Québec Liberation Front.

Its first target was the spot
where Wolfe

claimed his victory...

then the Ministry of Revenue,
RCMP headquarters

CN Rail, the Black Watch armory

the RCAF,

the Queen Victoria Monument

the La Grenade shoe factory

the Paul Sauvé arena...

I'm sure he won't talk.

Sure? Listen to you!

When you're handcuffed

and the pigs
are bashing you in the face

you never know how you'll react.

Not until you're there.

Anyway, so what if the cops come?

No more playing games,
we'll negotiate face to face.

Yes?

It's BB.

He managed to get away.

You can't come here,
you've been spotted.

Use your head, you idiot.

So there'll be three of us.
So what?

You'll work outside.

Well fuck security!
You have to phone.

They're stalling, not negotiating.

We need to put on pressure.

You have to reach the other cell.

Ok, take care.

They were at the St Henri Workers'
Council. Bust everything up.

They took a few papers.

Nothing important.
But the place is a mess.

They raided the clinic too.
André called.

I'll check.
- You're stealing the initiative

from us.
- Initiative, what a joke!

When we acted,
Québec had the initiative.

You went back on every demand.

You showed the FLQ as weak.
You kept knuckling under!

You were going to kidnap
the US Consul too.

It's all we could do.

Independence isn't just language.

I told you, it's all we could do.

"It's all we could do!"
- What then?

If you don't know,
why're you here?

Reading about revolution is fine.
But this isn't a book!

It's real. It's tough
and dirty and it stinks.

It's not a game!
It's not for fun or kicks.

A hostage's life,
our lives, are important.

We had to strike.

We had to organize!

The proof is,
you've got us in shit.

It wasn't the time to act.

When the cops bust the FLQ
in June, we had to rebuild,

start over.

You called us chickens.

You were in a hurry.
Rebuilding a network

wasn't revolutionary enough.
Money and cars

weren't hot enough!
- Stop it!

I'm not here for a lecture.

What counts is that we agree
and that negotiations succeed!

If we stop sending communiqués

it'll pressure the government.

You can negotiate.
We won't budge on our demands.

And Laporte?
- Leave him to us.

Do what you want with Cross.

This'll hit or miss,

but the bastards'll negotiate!

No more ham.

There's some jam left.

What are they up to?

I dunno.

They're planning something.

Hard to tell with Bourassa.

He never makes a decision,

just waits for problems to go away.

Maybe they're only stalling.

Maybe.

Little jerk.

Premier of Québec!
He couldn t even run a Steinberg's.

Ok, get up.

It's going to sting.

There's no ham.
I made you jam sandwiches.

Thank you.

Isn't there some other way?

My back and shoulders ache.

If I could at least change position.

I'll try to think of something.

Thanks.

It's been two hours!
He buying out the store?

The police!

One sound and we all blow up.

We'll show'em who we are.

We're done playing around!

Now we'll negotiate. Come on!

Come and get us, you bastards!

You want Laporte?

Come and get him!
C'mon, you bastards!

What are they up to?

C'mon, you scumbags!

I don't believe it.

It can't be.

What is it?

What? Tell me!

They raided across the street.

It was heavy.

When I came in the living room,
I was shaking.

You?

It's funny,
I wasn't scared of dying.

Didn't occur to me.

I was scared of killing.
- You've done bank jobs.

It's not the same. In a bank,

I knew we wouldn't shoot anyone.

This time my gun was loaded.

If the pigs had come in, no question...

I was ready, I'd have fired.

What about him?

Scared to death.

He's ok now,
but when I took him back

he was shaking like a leaf.

I'll go see.

Are you hungry?

No thanks.

Would you like some tea?

No thanks.

You don't need anything?

- No, I'm fine, thank you.

English Canada fears

the passionate support
shown for the FLQ manifesto.

Angry Québecers crowd
the Paul Sauvé arena

in a display of separatist
solidarity.

Yes!

Yes? It's BB.

We're listening.

3,000 people! Too goddamn much!

We will organize intelligently.

We will choose our ground.

Victory is ours!

Damn that feels good!

Guys! Quick, come look!

Wake up! Something's happening

at the army base.

They've written me off!

They've written me off!

They caved in to Ottawa.

Bourassa's just a puppet.

Trudeau pulls the strings.

They know they've lost control.

People support the manifesto.

20 priests in the Gaspé...

And the bishop of Rimouski.

"The bishop stressed
that the FLQ's demands

are based on real,
not imaginary needs."

The army means we won.

Trudeau's sending in the army
a victory? You crazy?

The army means anything can happen.

It's a whole new game.

People'll see the real Trudeau...

Why the English gave him the job.

It's Bourassa!

Québec has announced
its final position

in the negotiations
with the FLQ.

As to the preliminary question-
the safe release

of Laporte and Cross-

the government
proposed the Red Cross

serve as an intermediary
between the two sides.

To the FLQ's demands,

the government responds as follows:

1) It refuses to grant amnesty
to all the prisoners

named by the FLQ.

It will however recommend
the conditional release

of five prisoners
who have made such a request

and has already taken steps
to this effect.

2) The authorities...

Fuck you, you bastards!

...members of the FLQ who abducted

Mr Laporte and Mr Cross.

3)The authorities will ensure
a plane is ready

to fly them to their destination.

4) As for the other conditions

the government of Québec

cannot accept them.

Québec made this decision
after studying the implications

of all possible alternatives.

We've been screwed

by that stupid little...

shitface bastard.

The scumbag fucked us
up the ass! All the way!

Stop it.

Goddamn sewer rat!

Like fools.

Like fools, goddammit!
- Stop it.

That goddamn puking shitface!

That sell-out! Crook!

- Enough!

It's goddamn crazy.

Not so loud.

They won't negotiate. So?
- So?

We're cooked.
- No, we're not cooked.

Nothing's changed.

Not politically.
We have Cross and Laporte.

Every day support for us grows.

The union's with us.
Students are striking.

Time's on our side.

Time's on our side?

Get real. This isn't organized,

it's amateur night.
We have 13,000 pigs

and 8,000 soldiers on our asses.

The most important thing
is to hold on.

Now's the tough part.

A massive operation
has been under way since 5 a.m.

Searches and arrests

are being stepped up.

As yet we are unable to name
all those arrested...

What do we do?

Police are rounding up
any and all suspects.

Future plans...
- What do we do?

At 4 a.m. this morning

Ottawa declared
the War Measures Act.

The FLQ has been outlawed,

civil rights are suspended.

War measures!
- ...the right to arrest

those deemed to belong to the FLQ
because of previous acts

or statements.
Those arrested can be held

21 days before being charged

and 90 days before a judge
sets a trial date.

They cannot be released on bail

without the attorney
general's consent.

The retroactive law calls
for prison terms of up to 5 years.

Last night army troops began

to take position throughout the city.

They will ensure the protection
of public buildings

and assist the police.
Meanwhile, arrest and searches

without warrants
continue at an accelerating rate.

Among the people...

I'd shoot the whole lot
of them, the FLQ.

Hang'em by the balls.

What do you know

jerk?

Join your pals in Siberia!

Happy in his pile of shit.

Jesus, we've got a long way to go.

His brain's on strike.

You better eat.

I'll leave it here in case.

If you want anything...

The government has the initiative.
We're stuck.

Pull another kidnapping?
With whom? With what?

We read 150 arrested.

150? I heard 200, maybe even more.

Not just in Montréal.
All across Québec.

In Sherbrooke, Hull, Chicoutimi.

They're out
to silence all opposition.

They're trying to scare people.

I don't know.

I don't know!

Nothing we can do for now.

Did you hear what Choquette said?

He was asked about using
the War Measures Act

to declare the Mafia

an illegal organization like the FLQ.

The turd answered,
The Mafia's not illegal.

How's that for a minister of justice?

Keep the change.

Thanks.

See you.

Shut up!

Smash the window. Careful.

Quiet!

Lift him up.

He's a mess.
- Take him to the living room.

Check the neighbors. You first!

He's cut here.

Press down hard, like me.

Go on, press!

That's it.

His chest's ok.
I'll make a tourniquet.

Take over for me.
Press down hard.

The broom handle.

Get me towels, dishrags, anything.

And water!
- In what?

Anything. The dish pan.
A pot. Hurry!

Is it too tight?

You'll be ok.

Bring the bandages.

Wrap it around. Tie it up.

That's it, the other side.

That's it.

Wrap it around.

Get him to the hospital.
- Later!

Undo the tourniquet.

We have to take him
to hospital now!

We can't.

But he's going to die.

We can't just release him.

He's dying, don't you see?
We have to take him!

Calm down. He's ok.
We can't release him.

What do you mean?
He's dying, can't you see?

He's not going to die.

Look at him!

Look! All the blood.
- He won't die.

You don't care.
- Listen to me!

If we didn't, we wouldn't be here.
We can't back down!

Empty words!

Empty words? You say that to me?

We didn't force anyone.
We knew what we were doing.

We risked our lives!

Words?
- Ok, this isn't the time!

We're at the end.
We won't back down.

Alright!

We can't let him go now.

Think about it.
After all we've done?

I don't care what we've done.

A man is dying.
I don't give a fuck about politics.

Understand?

I did everything with you.

We fought together, went hungry,
robbed banks together.

I'd give both my arms
for independence.

But not this. We have no right.

We're not murderers.

Murderers...

Shit!
- Just forget it.

He's completely flipped out.

Do what you want, but...

he's gotta go.
Either that or I'll go berserk.

He has to leave.

Look...

maybe you're right.

I'm mixed up too.

Maybe we should
take him to hospital.

But we can't decide like this.

We've always decided
us four together.

We have to ask BB.

He's not here.

Here's what we'll do.

You'll go to Louise's
and try to reach him.

I want to stay here.

Why don't you go?

The neighbors,
we can't attract attention.

You're the only one who's been out.

He could die 10 times
before then.

The hospital!

Take me to the hospital.

Take me to the hospital.

Please.

Forget what I said.

Good luck.

I'll be back soon.

Take care of him.

Don't worry.

See you later.

How did he get undone?

Think it was him?
- Maybe.

Could've been me.

He's not sure.

He wants to wait and see.
- Wait?

Wait for what, dammit?
That fool!

Yeah?

Keep him?

He's hurt, he's not moving,
we have nothing here.

We can't take him on the subway.

We've reached the end.

There aren't 36 choices.

Just two. Either we free him

or...

What negotiations?

Québec's out of it. Trudeau
and his gang of two-timers

are running it.

250 jailed. Our communiqués banned.

They control everything,
newspapers, tv, radio...

We have two choices.

Ok, but hurry. This is unbearable.

What did he say?

He'll call back.

He has to think.

We're fucking screwed.

We're dead in the water.

Let's say we free him...

We do like the Liberation Cell.

We back down.

It's like it was all for nothing.

We fall on our knees.

It's like saying
there's no point fighting.

The other side's always stronger.

We'll be beaten again.

Beaten from generation
to generation.

An entire people defeated.

Who don't even remember
what freedom is.

We can't back down.

Where'd Laporte's
campaign money come from?

The money to run against Bourassa?

They've made him a saint,

but he's a crook,
everyone knows.

No one will care.

That's not an argument.

He may be a scumbag.

You can't kill someone for that.

People die every day,
in South America, Ireland...

Children starve to death.
Don't forget.

It's not the same.
- Let me finish.

Think Jews lose sleep
when they shoot Palestinian kids?

So why should we?

It's not the same.

Laporte's no war criminal.

He didn't torture anyone.

He's no monster. People won't
applaud when you kill him.

Course, no blood on his hands.

But he defends a 200 year old
system of exploitation.

They sign papers, vote laws.

They stay clean
and protect the vultures.

But those who die
every day in mines

in factories and on building sites
to make those dogs rich...

They play at democracy

but when it gets in their way,
no problem...

Fire away!

It scares the others.

We weren't allowed to move.

They separated us.

My husband was in the bedroom.
We had machine guns pointed at us.

Her first reaction she was nervous.

She got up...
"May I go to the bathroom, sir?"

Some of them were nice.
"Go ahead, Miss."

Then the fat guy arrived.

"Go with the bitch!"

They followed her to the john
with their guns.

Later I asked
if I could go to the toilet too.

I asked, "May I close the door.

I'm ashamed in front of men."
"No way, you shit!"

They watched me.
I had to dress with a machine gun

pointed at me.
- His temperature's ok.

But his heart...

They're up to 300 arrests.

Still going on.

We're trapped.

We're at the edge.

If we don't jump, we lose face.

Not just face.

We lose everything.

Down the line.

If we jump, we also lose.
People won't accept it.

We have to free him.

We have to free him.

To show resistance is possible.

That there's hope.
We have to show we're serious.

Do we want independence

and change, yes or no?

But there's a price to pay,
we have to fight.

They'll never allow independence,

Québec's their bankroll.

We don't have the right.

We can't kill for political ideas.

We're not at war.

Yes, we're at war.

The other side'll do anything
to crush us! Anything!

We'll just sink
deeper into defeatism.

Do you really believe that?

I don't believe it.

When I joined you guys,
you talked about justice

freedom, life...

It can't be.

You've grown so hard.

I'm hard?

Yes. I'm hard.

Because it's hard.

I'm not sure it's right.

If you knew how unsure I am...

But deep down, you see...

something tells me
we can't go back.

We're responsible
for what we started.

Responsible.

I know, but we have to, fuck!

Fucking shit!

Anyway, he's almost dead.

His heart's beating, but...

Could you do it?

Could you shoot him?

Couldn't even shoot your dog
when he was run over.

We can't shoot him,
the neighbors will hear.

Forget it. There's no way.

We have to. We have no choice.

It's not an order, shit!

Have I ever given orders?

That's not true. I'm there.

We have to answer them.

That's my opinion.

Think about it, I'll call back.

I'm with you guys.

Bye.

We're militants, not killers.

Half an hour ago you said yes.

Now you don't know.

I feel like I'm in a meat grinder.

The screw's turning.

No going back.

We're in the funnel
and it's pushing, pushing...

There's only one way out.

We'll come out in little pieces.

We gotta do it.

I can't.

It's done.

The four militants
of the Chénier Cell

Jacques Rose, Paul Rose,
Francis Simard and Bernard Lortie

were arrested several months later.

At their trial, when asked
"Guilty or not guilty?"

the four men answered,
"Responsible."

Digitized and restored in July 2012

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