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"HELL IS EMPTY AND ALL THE DEVILS ARE HERE."

VAL-DES-CHUTES, QUEBEC OCTOBER 1991

Can we stop arguing over a stupid game?

You're in love with me, Marie! Just admit it.

Cut it out, jerk!

PLAYER OF THE YEAR LOGAN GOODYEAR

Logan! Come here a minute!

What is it now, Mom?

See that?

Your folks still got it, eh!

What is it?

Taste this, Road Runner.

You'll make a woman happy with this sauce someday.

A man who cooks…

Unlike your dad. All fingers and thumbs.

Ya didn't seem to mind when we met!

Gaston! Dirty talk like that, in front of your son!

Logan! No funny business, eh?

-Kissers closed, trousers on! -Sure, Mom.

Let him be. Kids his age experiment.

Well, come here and experiment on me!

I'll be your guinea pig, Mr. Big Scientist!

Who's next? I got a cramp in my ass!

-Get your fingers out of there, doofus! -Marc, get off me.

-I'm barely touching you. -I can literally feel your leg.

That ain't my leg, Marie, that's my willy!

Guys, I got a better game.

We're not kids anymore.

Right, Mimi?

Shut up, Logan! I'm winning.

It's just that…

Eat my shorts, Logan! I was winning!

Okay, let's wrap this up.

Grow the fuck up, dude! You're not five anymore, are you?

This better be good.

You all know Spin The Bottle?

-Yeah. -Duh!

But no cheating. That's what makes it fun.

The bottle decides, and it's just too bad.

-I can't kiss my sister! -Just too bad, man.

Marie, you're up first.

-He's been waiting for this! -You're happy, now?

Hell, yes! Ain't life grand, baby!

Come here.

No tongue, freak!

Gross!

Mimi, you're up.

Fucking hell!

Okay, hurry up.

Relax, you. She'll survive.

Watch out, Julien. Logan's got a bad rap.

Mireille, Julien!

Your mom's on the phone.

Dinner's ready!

You were as red as a lobster.

You looked like a freak.

-Thanks for the dip, Mo. -You're welcome, sweetie.

Juju, tell your mom she still got my green Tupperware.

Yeah, sorry. Promise!

Little Juju's such a kiss ass.

Be nice if you want me to carry that fat ass.

I'll tell Mom you called me fat.

A fatty who's in love with Logan Goodyear.

Am not! You're such a moron!

Are too! Everyone sees you look at him with your big doe eyes.

You're such a baby!

You're tripping.

You know he's just teasing you, Mireille.

It's not even true. Logan's gross.

He's so not my type.

You don't have a type, Mimi.

You're 14!

Anyway, types, for what it's worth…

Okay, Mimi, sleep.

Your father and I are very serious, Mireille.

Mrs. Lagarde…

It was very nice of Mrs. Lagarde to be discreet.

She could've called the police.

-Come on! -No "come on"!

You can't go into people's houses!

But I can't sleep. I'm not hurting anyone.

Mireille, no!

Some people can't sleep, fine.

But they don't go into other people's houses!

It's unacceptable.

It's illegal.

With my campaign for mayor…

Yes, I'm running for mayor.

Could cook my goose all right!

Anyway, it's weird.

You must understand that.

I don't have to paint a picture.

But…

say Mrs. Lagarde hadn't seen me.

What difference does it make if no one finds out?

It's not wrong because people find out, Mimi.

It's wrong because it's wrong. That's it.

Why?

Because you have a choice, sweetie.

And you choose wrong.

Go to sleep.

It was very nice of Mrs. Lagarde to be discreet.

She could've called the police.

You can't go into people's houses!

Your father and I are very serious, Mireille.

It's unacceptable.

It's illegal.

Because you have a choice, sweetie.

And you choose wrong.

A fatty who's in love with Logan Goodyear.

Am not! You're such a baby!

You're tripping.

THE NIGHT MIREILLE CAME BACK

TWENTY-EIGHT YEARS LATER

2NITE BAR HURON?

OKAY. 7:00 P.M.

I just about fainted when I saw her!

She walked in here all high and mighty.

Hadn't shown her face in 25 years.

Mireille Larouche, ladies and gentlemen.

Daughter of Maddy Larouche.

My ex-second cousin Pierre's wife.

I'm surprised you don't remember, a gossip like you!

Look who's talking!

"For a breath of fresh air, Maddy for mayor."

Not Maddy Larouche, Madam Mayor?

If it wasn't for her daughter!

Her poor brothers must be real shaken up

with her turning up after 25 years of silence.

I played nice yesterday.

"To what do we owe the pleasure?" Etcetera, etcetera…

Well, brace yourselves. Maddy Larouche is dead.

That's not the worst part.

Her daughter's embalming her.

Stop! Shit on a brick!

Yes, sir! But I ain't buying it!

She doesn't give a rat's ass about that damn body.

Not a peep! In 25 years!

And she waltzes in here,

dressed to the nines,

all la-di-da, like nothing happened.

Like we forgot.

Bet the brat's only here for the inheritance!

Once a slut, always a slut, eh?

Montreal slut, what do you expect?

I was at the funeral home when she came yesterday.

And she was all right.

Very nice, actually.

And I liked her outfit.

She's taking care of the body because it's what her mother wanted.

She just wants to honor that.

Well, good for you, sweetie.

Speak of the devil. Our honored guest!

Let's see that beautiful face of yours!

Don't hold out on us.

Hi, Mireille! It's…

Like I said! She hasn't changed.

Neither have you.

What can I get you, sweetie?

Large coffee, black.

-And some brown toast. -I'm all out!

White, then.

Here, sweet pea.

Enjoy!

What the hell were you thinking?

I won't spend my birthday week

explaining why you call a woman when her mother's dying.

-I didn't marry a moron. -But you went behind my back!

-It's my family! -And it's not mine?

You weren't around back then.

-Yes, I was, Mr. Short Memory! -Fucking Christ, Chantal!

We weren't together! You know what I mean.

You weren't part of the family then.

It's our story, our drama.

It's hard enough as it is.

I don't need my sister showing up after 20 years.

You can understand that, can't you?

Put yourself in my shoes for a second!

Forget it. I don't want to fight, okay?

You're right. I'm sorry.

But she was obviously going to come for the body.

Madeleine always said she wanted your sister to do it.

You didn't do a thing.

Doesn't mean Mireille would've done it.

She probably wouldn't have come if you hadn't called.

What difference does it make?

Madeleine's dead.

-You would've called your sister? -Yeah.

What was that box you brought home yesterday?

Just some of Mom's things, childhood memories.

Oh, I gotta go get her funeral dress.

Shit.

Vanessa, you here?

Vaness?

Van, you here?

I can't find my bag with my fucking piss.

I'm sleeping. Fuck off.

Sorry, but I gotta test live, and I can't find my…

Have you seen it?

Fuck.

Shit!

Little Juju's such a kiss ass.

Be nice if you want me to carry that fat ass.

I'll tell Mom you called me fat.

A fatty who's in love with Logan Goodyear.

Am not! You're such a moron.

Are too. Everyone sees you look at him with your big doe eyes.

You're such a baby!

I know you all are close.

But keep your distance from the Goodyears until this is sorted.

They're devastated by their son's behavior.

I'm sure they'll reach out. But avoid all contact.

It's what's best. Legally speaking.

We'll need an official deposition,

in person at the station.

Then you can decide if you want to press charges.

But not tonight. She's exhausted.

Listen, ma'am, if your son, Julien, hadn't been there,

we could be looking at rape, not just touching.

Please…

-I think we've heard enough! -Mom?

What are you doing up, sweetie?

Go back to bed, Denis. I'll be there soon, okay?

It's nothing. Go on, back to bed!

In the arms of Morpheus.

Well, you were in the right place at the right time, eh, champ?

Thanks, officer. I was just protecting my sister.

We had such good memories in that yard.

Have, I mean. We're still here.

Fucking renovations…

"It'll be done way before she comes back. Don't worry!"

She comes here to die in peace,

and there's fucking banging in the kitchen.

'Cause her sons want to sell soon as she dies.

Nice way to treat their mother.

Look, Julien. I'm not from here. I don't know your history.

I know things haven't always been easy.

But you were there for your mother. I saw it.

Some people are there, and some aren't.

You were there.

Then why'd she look at me like that?

You were constantly by her side.

You must've talked.

Did she say anything?

What happened?

The day before, she wouldn't let me go.

I know you saw her push me away.

Did she say anything?

Did something happen to make my mother, overnight,

look at me that fucking way?

Julien, you're scaring me. Stop.

You're scaring me.

Sorry. This isn't me.

I just want to understand what happened.

Did she say or do anything that day?

The hospital staff are coming to help with the equipment.

I should see about that.

The girl you were gonna meet last night,

does she know you got jumped?

Who was she?

Not your ex?

I needed a distraction.

After the day we had

with Mom and…

I don't know.

So, no, I didn't know her. We met on an app.

I didn't even have time to call her. They took my phone.

What time was it?

You were attacked, but where'd you spend the night after?

I was fucked up, Den.

-You okay? -It hurts.

I woke up on the fucking street.

I was lost.

Why won't you tell the cops?

Isn't it fucking obvious?

We've got enough to deal with! And Julien would freak out.

Julien will see you. You won't miraculously heal.

Can't people steal a phone without beating the shit out of you?

Did they leave anything?

An object, a trace, I don't know.

A clue?

Yeah, their social insurance number.

On a slip of paper that fell behind them.

That question was dumb as fuck.

You're dumb, man!

Fucking little smart-ass. You get that from me!

I don't get shit from you. You're not my dad.

Fuck off.

I gotta take this. Pay, okay?

Want your receipt?

Yeah, I'll take it. Business write-off.

-Perfect. -Thanks.

I'll drop you off. I gotta stop by the site.

Chantal will drive you to your meeting.

I feel like I'm a fucking baby.

You're a fucking baby to be scared of Julien like that.

He's your brother. He loves you.

And he knows you better than anyone.

Okay.

Let's go.

I can do it if…

Oh my God! I'm sorry.

Do what?

I can break the fingers if it bothers you.

It doesn't bother me.

It's my job.

Okay, I'll head back upstairs then.

If there's anything, just--

I'm fine, thanks.

Thanks.

Julien, use your fork, honey.

It's Christmas Eve.

Why pretend? It's overcooked.

Dry as a desert. Might as well eat sand.

I should've taken it out at 6:00 like I thought, but no!

Aunt Denise just had to call!

Your sister really picks her moments.

Is "Eatsman" far from here?

Eastman, Newfie.

Julien!

Will Mireille stay for Christmas even though she's going to Eastman?

What are you talking about, Denis?

I'm not in Eastman. I'm here.

What?

-What's going on? -Nothing.

Pierre…

Listen…

Mimi, in Eastman, there's a school for young girls who…

I'm not going to Eastman!

Is this a fucking joke?

Hey, watch your language!

And don't make a scene!

It's done, Mimi.

We'll talk about it after dinner, okay?

I wanted to tell you myself.

Go fuck yourself!

That's it! Go to your room, young girl!

Why do you act like I'm the problem?

I'm fed up.

Well, so are we!

We've had it up to here!

We were there for you. We were patient, loving, present.

So present you're getting rid of me.

Your grades are in full free fall! You're getting kicked out of classes.

You lock yourself up in your room.

You're cutting your wrists!

-You smoke! At 14, you smoke. -That's your fault!

I know, Mireille. It's all my fault, always.

Everything you do, say, every time you drink at school, or lie.

-Girls, enough! -Or you hit your brothers.

It's Christmas Eve. Let's keep it clean!

Mireille, we'll talk tomorrow when we've calmed down,

after presents,

because, yes, it's still Christmas!

You're going to boarding school, Mireille.

You'll be taken care of there, loved.

You'll be able to walk down the hall without--

Stop it!

-I walk down the hall! I'm fine! -Denis, go and open some presents.

Santa was very generous this year!

Come, sweetie. Let's go see the Christmas tree.

Yes, we're gonna open presents!

Over there…

You can stop trying to prove you're not a victim!

But I'm not a victim, Mom!

Julien, honey, pass the mashed potatoes, will you?

Mireille, I'm sorry.

You know that's not Daddy! I've never touched you before.

It's not like me, sweetheart.

Pierre, stop.

Let me talk for once, will you?

I'm talking to my daughter, understood?

Pierre, calm down.

What's wrong? Pierre?

-What… -Maddy!

What's wrong?

Julien, call 911. Now!

Pierre, look at me.

Have some water. Oh my God!

Help is on the way, Pierre.

Mireille, go!

Can I help you?

Oh yeah. No, I'm fine.

-No, it's… -I got…

-It's fine. -I fell.

Can I help you?

Are you here for a loved one? For you?

Not for me. Don't think so, no.

We've got all kinds of clients.

Some people plan their death, knowing it's coming.

Are you looking for a coffin? An urn?

Then I'll have to ask you to leave, sir.

Oh, well, actually…

No, I was kidding. It was a joke.

It wasn't very funny.

Not very professional either, but…

I'm Mireille's brother.

Well, no. I'm Madeleine Larouche's son.

Do you want me to get your sister?

Well, no. I don't know her.

I'm anxious to see her and all. And I got nothing to say.

So I'll just wait and see.

Hi, Elliot.

Do you need me anywhere else, ma'am?

Call me Mireille, Stéfanie.

Thank you.

So, yeah.

Yeah, I…

Come.

Okay, now.

Holy shit.

Motherfucker!

We're good.

Won't be long.

Here.

Should've given you this.

I don't drink, thanks.

Just got 120 days.

Yesterday. I just got out.

Really?

Well, congrats.

Thanks.

All right.

Sorry.

Was this how you pictured our reunion?

Never pictured it, really.

Yeah.

Look at me.

-Is that… -Yes.

Mom often talked about you.

-Tell me when you-- -Now.

One, two, three!

We're good.

Sorry, but it'll scar better than butterfly stitches.

I'll remove them in a few days. You'll come see me?

Yeah, okay.

So…

we'll tie up the loose threads then?

"Threads…"

Yeah.

Anytime. Suture self!

Thank you for taking the time to see me

in the flesh.

'Cause we kinda lost the thread there.

Yeah, yeah.

Knock, knock!

Your sister-in-law is upstairs, ma'am. I mean, Mireille.

Thanks.

My pleasure.

Didn't even hurt.

I'll walk you out.

You can smoke here?

Does the smell bother you?

God, no! Far from it.

Brings back memories. I'll tell you, I smoked in my day.

Smoked enough for two!

Might sound kinda gross,

but I bet it's killer with my blueberries.

-Good, right? -Yeah.

They're good.

What can I do for you, Chantal?

What?

No, it's just… You don't beat around the bush, eh?

Sorry, I didn't mean to rush you.

I'm the same.

We don't really know each other, huh, Mireille?

I just started dating Julien when you left for Montreal.

Yeah.

And…

I'm sure I'm not your kind of gal.

But I'm a stand-up girl.

Love it or hate it, that's me.

I'm listening.

I came to invite you

to join us for drinks,

a little garden party.

In honor of Maddy.

To comfort each other, be together.

Does Julien know about this?

He didn't know you called about Maddy.

Your mother was dying, Mireille. I didn't need permission to call you.

I got a brain! A beating heart!

I thought you'd want to see your mother one last time.

And if we could

be a little closer…

'Cause Julien won't dare, Mireille.

He won't dare invite you, talk to you, call you.

Forget it.

Listen, Chantal…

There's no need for explanations or apologies.

I moved on a long time ago.

All of this won't change our way of…

I don't know…

Being, as a family.

You came back the day I called, Mireille.

I didn't tell you Maddy was dead. I said she didn't have long.

And whatever happened that day, you came back.

So I'll bet embalming your mom isn't your only business here.

Look,

I won't keep you any longer.

Elliot's downstairs?

Chantal…

Julien doesn't want this.

I know it.

Well, I do.

You never loved me!

Next drink's on me, if you're still down.

I'm always down.

Hey, chickies!

Hi.

Girls, gimme me a minute, all right?

Daddy's gonna put a T-shirt on, okay?

Don't move.

I'm back. How's it going?

Good.

Good?

Well, we knew it was coming.

Even when you left, Grandma wasn't in great shape.

So, how's school this year? You're with…

You're with the same gang as last year?

I'm in a different class than most of my friends,

but I study at Kelly's.

Kelly the cutie! She's real nice.

What is it? Val?

Nothing. Mom's freaking out.

So! You're there, Sonia?

Can we say hi?

I'm here! Try to be fast, Denis.

I'm getting dinner going, and I need the girls.

We've been on for two minutes, fuck.

I just want us to clean up before dinner.

Can I see your face? I'm a little old for hide-and-seek.

This is okay?

Yeah, it's okay. Very okay, dare I say!

Don't be a douche, Den.

It's a compliment, chill out!

Okay, girls, Daddy wants you here for Grandma's funeral.

That means your mother's gotta put you on a bus.

Denis, obviously, I'll send them, okay?

So we agree.

'Cause I'm not a shaman. I can't read minds.

We agree. Okay.

Girls, say bye to your dad.

Bye, Dad. Love you.

Love you!

Check this one out. That's Mike.

He's a fucking stud.

He came to the camp late.

I'd been there two months.

Yeah. Oh, and check this one out.

I'd taken on mass there. Look how ripped I was!

But I've been cutting.

I lost about ten pounds retention. So I'm leaner now.

Here's one of me whacking off.

Rock hard, busting my load all the way up to the ceiling.

How old are you?

I'm 20.

Well, 19. Going on 20. Am I too young?

I'll show you a few more pics, and we finish this at my place or yours?

Hang on.

Check this one out.

You're okay?

Sorry, I'm a little…

It's not you. I'm fine.

Know what, Keven?

Let's continue this in my room, okay?

Come on, Hot Stuff.

If you're on those websites, you must be used to certain things.

So I doubt any of this will come off as shocking.

We can start on the bed at first.

You're beautiful.

Pretty quickly, the act should move to the floor.

We can fall off the bed.

You can push me, or we can roll. That's your prerogative.

On the ground, we have to be face to face.

Me on my back, you over me. So I can watch you.

During penetration,

put your hand on my face.

Around my throat too, but mostly on my face.

On my mouth, okay?

Eventually, you'll press my head against your torso.

Smother it with your pecs and strong arms

until I can't breathe.

Don't worry. If I hit my limit, I'll knock three times on the dresser.

Look…

You're really pretty.

But that stuff isn't my bag.

I can't move it.

I told you…

Shouldn't sleep in there. You'll get a crick in your back.

NEW MESSAGE 4 MORE NEW MESSAGES

Wanna step back into my office?

I got a big file to show you.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING? BUYING ME A MIRROR?

Want company?

I'd take a couple puffs.

I can give you one.

Nah, let's share.

Shit's been rough for you, eh?

First, Mom, the day you get out.

And now this.

-Careful. -Yeah?

Who has it out for you like this?

You got shit karma, kiddo.

Look…

You know I love you, little bro.

Thanks.

Fuck! What are you doing?

You don't understand.

I found it at my place!

Cry all you want, shithead. You're coming to live here.

You're coming to live here,

and I'm not leaving you alone for a damn second.

And you're gonna piss, fucker!

You don't have the right!

There you are!

Julien, go spend time with your sister.

Yeah, yeah.

-Mom, can I go to the skate park? -Homework! Now! I'm busy.

You're such a fuckjob!

So, did he have it?

Look, Mireille, my parties are usually a lot more fun.

It's fine, Chantal. I just came for a drink.

I have to go.

I was gonna serve my cranberry brie with a Malbec.

She said she was going.

Maybe we could email for the next steps,

what's coming this week?

The service Friday. Burial Saturday or Sunday.

We should contact the family, friends, acquaintances.

You should do it, Mireille.

You're still so close with everyone.

Could we please just…

Everyone!

For a second…

Missing some verbs in that sentence, Chantal?

A couple come to mind. You can hear them later.

You all act like I'm stupid.

Friday is fine for the service.

Maybe just us for the burial?

Yeah.

Move.

You little shit.

You look good, Denis.

You've aged well.

Must run in the family.

But you gotta stop constantly pulling up your pants like a cowboy.

You look like a pedophile.

I heard the news, hon.

Made me real sad.

A little cheers?

-Sure. -On me.

To Maddy!

Your sweet mama…

Such a class act, eh?

So elegant, our Madeleine.

I'll be back. Boys are thirsty tonight!

Denis!

-Isn't it dinnertime? -I'm out.

Just grabbed a cold one on the way home.

Yeah, I know the drill.

Listen, I haven't seen you since the other night.

-My condolences, of course. -Thank you.

Listen, Denis, I've been all torn up since then.

I gotta tell you something.

The notary came by the day Madeleine died.

Maddy was going crazy that afternoon.

The nurse and I didn't know what to do.

Seemed real urgent that the notary come by.

Maddy had to call him.

She was all worked up.

Made us find the number for Mr. Dolbec.

Then Dolbec came by.

I don't know what they talked about.

I had to tell you.

Mr. Dolbec. Denis Larouche here.

Yes?

Yeah, sorry to call at dinnertime.

We just finished.

My condolences, Mr. Larouche.

You're too kind.

Listen, Mr. Dolbec, I heard

you stopped by the house the day Mom died.

I just wanted to make sure everything was okay.

I guess you'll tell us more at the reading of the will, but…

Listen…

My God.

There won't be any reading, Mr. Larouche.

Oh, so no reading of the will?

There will be a reading of the will, Mr. Larouche.

But you, your brothers and sisters will not be present.

Those were your mother's last wishes.

I'm sorry.

Subtitle translation by: Elisabeth Gillies & Xavier Dolan