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Veronique Jolicoeur. They’re reopening the case.

Where did you get this weed? Its wicked!

You know what happened afterwards.

We decided to go walking in the woods.

The investigation concluded it was an outsider.

But you know that’s not true. It’s actually someone local.

Someone you both knew but who Sire knew better,

That’s why you returned to Applegrove.

Murdered, in the grotto? Murdered, in the grotto?

The death of St Sebastian. The death of St Sebastian.

The girl went to the abbey. The girl went to the abbey.

My mum is in debt to Simon jolicoeur and his partner.

I’m in trouble. What did Xavier tell you about last night?

Nothing. I came here to ask you.

I wanted to tell you but you wouldn’t have believed me.

Your mother and I had been seeing each other

in secret for many years. In secret for many years.

The coroner’s here. It’s Martin. He’s at the grotto.

- Is he done with... - The skeleton?

I mean, Marie-Therese’s remains. Yes.

It’s probably illegal

but Leopold wants us to put her back where we found her.

Like nothing ever happened. That’s just like him.

Yes, but this case won’t be over

till we find out who uprooted the tree and decapitated the hen.

He said he buried his mother and never told anyone.

- But he must’ve told someone. - Maybe someone saw him.

Leopold says his sisters were asleep,

but maybe one of them woke up and went to look.

Louise was flabbergasted when she found out he’d buried their mum.

It wasn’t her. That leaves Francoise.

Francoise, is that your mother?

You’ve never mentioned her. I thought she was dead.

Does she know how Marie-Therese died?

Because if we tell her, we all know what will happen.

You can’t hide it from her. What will happen...

Francoise Jolicoeur will turn up.

- What? Is she that awful? - She knows all my weak points.

And Leopold’s, I think. She just loves to press them.

Celine Trudeau has weak points?

- She hides them well. - Especially from herself.

THE WALL

Hi, Olivia.

Don’t be scared, I won’t bite.

If you touch me, I’ll scream.

You wouldn’t be the first to scream here.

Many lost souls come here on retreats.

I’ve volunteered here for 15 years.

And everyone knows I’m a nice woman.

You must be hungry.

Xavier lent it to me. I didn’t ask him to.

With that face, you could ask for the moon without saying a word.

Gay or not, Xavier is eating out of your hand.

We’ve become friends, that’s all.

You manipulated him, like you do everyone you meet.

I know your type.

Why was your mum desperate to see you?

- To tell me it was happening soon. - Why couldn’t she just text you?

We’re on abbey grounds.

I told you, my mum is a soldier.

If I met her in the woods at night, unarmed, she wouldn’t approve.

How could she know you’d find a weapon?

How could she know I’d meet her?

- Don’t move! - Mum, let him go! Mum!

You’re fat. Is your boyfriend feeding you too much?

Hey, settle down, okay?

You need to find a way to escape. You have two days.

Go to Toronto. You know where.

Mum, you said I’d be going with you.

What are you up to? Olivia, you said it would be stress-free.

Hello?

Your mum hid from McNeil and came all this way to say she loves you?

I know. She could have texted me.

But she wanted to tell me in person. It’s not the same, you know?

She wanted to reassure me.

Do you know how scared she is?

And how scared I am?

Tomorrow morning, I’ll bring your things here.

But if you ever try to leave again...

Sleep well, Martin?

I inspected the grotto.

The boys have searched these woods since dawn.

I’ve interesting stuff for you.

I’ll give you a rundown, but you must see this.

A crossbow arrow. Different from those in the abbot’s body.

Found in the woods 100 metres away.

- It has bloodstains on it. - It must be a hunter’s.

It’s human blood, and fresh.

- The abbot’s? - No.

Different blood type. That’s the only test I could run here.

Okay, thanks. I’ll be right there.

- Uncle? - Hi.

You seem lighter this morning.

- The weight of secrets has lifted? - Secrets aren’t what’s heaviest.

It’s the regrets that go with them. They don’t just go away.

- Going out? - Alex wants me at the crime scene.

Alex isn’t all that independent.

I’ll be a witness. The coroner might have questions.

You got a parcel while you were in the shower, a big one.

I heard.

It’s Veronique’s case file.

Shouldn’t you be more curious?

As much as I need to know what happened...

it still scares me.

Scared of not finding the solution, or of finding one you don’t like?

Both.

Doesn’t it scare you?

No, not any more.

Maybe it’s true, what the police said back then.

That it was some drifter we’ll never find.

If I could prove that, I’d feel better.

Because it would be out of your hands?

- Because it’s been too long? - Because I’d stop feeling guilty.

Guilty about what?

I don’t know exactly.

Of being jealous of her.

Of her charisma, her goodness.

Or of leaving her alone with the burden of who she was,

the little angel everyone wanted to be loved by.

And who everyone tried to corrupt in their own way.

I can’t put my finger on it.

I feel as though I let her down.

There’s no point blaming yourself.

You genuinely loved her.

You’d have done anything for her.

Thanks.

You left the rope where it was?

Hi.

- Hi. Did they take the body away? - Yes, but I have tons of photos.

I kept the rope for you.

- Okay. - Come and take a look.

The interesting thing is back there.

The victim was on top of it. We saw it when we removed the body.

Looks like the killer changed plans midway through.

Unless Father Sebastien brought this

and the killer’s arrival changed his plans.

There are tracks from three different quad vehicles.

Two of them look recent.

- As in last night? - Probably.

But before, during or after the crime?

I don’t have enough information to say.

Hey, Celine! Never a dull moment with you, right?

- And the footprints? - Same thing, recent and less recent.

And again, are they from pilgrims, murderers or witnesses?

- The arrows? - At the lab with the body.

I hope to find DNA.

People usually wear gloves when firing a crossbow.

- The real question is... - What do the arrows mean?

Why would they mean something?

Did you bring your crossbow and target?

- Yes. - Okay.

Load it, please.

- Want me to fire it? - Yes.

Again.

The killer hit his target in the chest seven times.

He took his cocking device, cranked it, loaded it...

And hit him again from closer up.

Can you imagine the sound that makes in a rib cage?

It slams into it.

After the first arrow or two, Father Sebastien was on the ground.

He was at his mercy.

The killer took his time to reload.

You have to focus, or you’ll injure yourself.

Then he shot him again from closer up.

Seven times in all, into a body that wasn’t moving.

Your conclusion?

You’d have to be really determined to shoot him seven times.

He clearly wanted more than just to kill.

He wanted to make a statement.

Fuck!

Shall I refer to you as the abbot?

I’m not officially appointed yet.

It has to go through the archbishopric.

In any case, you can’t do any worse than your predecessor.

- What do you mean, Mrs Jolicoeur? - You know as well as I do.

And I think I can help you.

Never!

I love Emile too! That’s beside the point.

Sometimes the way he looks at me scares me.

He looks at all beautiful women that way.

Did you see how he looked at Celine yesterday?

- No, but I saw the way you did. - Me?

Come on! Anyway, forget about it.

Mum would never agree to putting Emile in a home.

- She’d rather die. - Die?

They’ll outlive us both.

I’ll get straight to the point.

Father Sebastien’s death is very sad,

but it might be one hell of an opportunity.

- How? - Brother Jacques’s grotto.

Brother Jacques’s estate.

10 kilometres of waterfront with the best view of the lake.

One of the last undeveloped properties.

The monks have said they will never sell.

Father Sebastien would never have sold.

It’s unlikely they’d sell now...

I have an idea, but we need Simon on board.

Mum, Simon has enough on his plate with his own business.

It’s about time his business and our business became one.

- It’s time for Emile’s story. - I’ll go.

No, I’ll do it.

Shit! Where the hell has he gone now?

Should I do this somewhere else? In the library?

No, if you really want to do it, then do it here.

- What exactly are you hoping to find? - Gaps in the investigation.

Leads that weren’t followed up, flaws in interrogations,

or even evidence that was ignored or destroyed.

- On purpose? - We’ll find out.

Johnny Leger was on the case. You suspect him?

- Or his boss at the time. - Sandford McNeil?

Or both.

- Why would they destroy evidence? - I don’t know.

McNeil lives in the US now.

But he’s still in contact with his ex-wife.

He needs to explain why they never identified Veronique’s lover.

But even you didn’t know she had one!

Yes, but we uncovered the secret 35 years later.

It should’ve been possible back then.

It would’ve been hard to guess. Veronique had all men under her spell.

Almost all.

What do you mean?

Follow me, I’ll flee. Flee me, I’ll follow.

You think she loved a guy who wasn’t interested in her?

Who was interested in you?

Damien Morency.

I always knew Damien was hiding something.

Is that a mug shot?

- Are you going to see him? - I want to surprise him.

If he’s hidden it till now, he’ll be expecting you.

It’ll be you who’ll be surprised.

DAMIEN MORENCY’S INTERROGATION

Do you still have a VCR?

- We ended things abruptly earlier.

- You got my present? - Yes.

- I’ll call you later. - Okay, bye.

- Look at this. - It looks like an ordinary arrow.

But I’ll send it around to outfitters. You never know.

If the killer fired this, he must’ve been caught.

- While killing the abbot? - Or just after.

Why would he change arrow types?

Maybe he had arrows specially planned for the murder.

Or someone saw him and he tried to eliminate them.

It’s just a theory.

Or someone else was in the woods with a crossbow.

Some poachers use crossbows, they’re quieter.

I’ll run tests and get back to you.

Great. Thanks, Martin.

- What do we do now? - First, we’ll check all hospitals.

Whoever got shot is likely involved, and we need to find them.

Right.

- And second? - I did some research last night.

Remember St Sebastian? Father Isaac mentioned him at the abbey.

He was shot with arrows but so what?

Yes, but over time, St Sebastian became a gay icon.

A kind of martyred saint for gays. There are films and books about him.

- Really? - Yes.

- You think that’s the statement? - Did Father Sebastien swing that way?

Well, there were rumours that he had an affair.

- Okay, with a man? - Yes, Damien Morency.

You didn’t tell me?

Married for 20 years, now flirting with Celine. He’s not gay.

Tons of married men hook up with guys on the weekend.

That’s just gossip. Simon Jolicoeur started that rumour.

We’ll find out soon enough. Get in, I’ll drive.

You’ve moved up the ranks, Johnny. You have a driver now?

Detective Sergeant Theberge, Homicide.

- You heard Father Sebastien died? - Yes, I heard. God rest his soul.

Simon Jolicoeur, prominent citizen of Applegrove.

Not as prominent as his name would imply.

So what can I do for you weasels?

So, are you the naked monk?

Ten little girls saw you strip down during their Halloween party.

We found this behind the Langevins’ house.

You’re an adult, Damien. Prison inmates don’t like perverts.

It wasn’t me.

It wasn’t you?

All your cards are in here.

If you claim another naked monk stole them, I’ll bring in McNeil.

Okay, it was a costume. I took it off because...

I had an allergic reaction. It was itchy, I freaked out.

I start rumours? Want me to start one right now, arsehole?

It’s a simple question.

I didn’t see him exit the sauna, but I trust the one who did.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have mentioned it.

- Which sauna? - There’s only one in Sherbrooke.

Don’t tell me you’ve never been there.

Do your research.

- And leave me the hell alone. - Thanks, Simon.

- Ask him his whereabouts that night.

One last question.

Where were you the night before last?

I went for dinner at my friend Karen’s.

We watched a film.

I came home by quad about 1.30 a.m. Don’t worry, I wasn’t drunk.

- What did you notice? - Four new tyres on his quad.

I saw him the other day at the inn.

His tyres were worn, but not bald.

Maybe the old ones left unwanted tracks.

It’s just a theory, but...

I guess his friend Karen will swear they spent the night watching TV.

I guarantee it.

Fuck you, Simon!

I can’t find Elena.

It must be her my motion detectors picked up.

I thinks she wants out of the deal. Then she’s as good as dead.

What deal?

We’re going to smuggle weapons. Lots of them.

Will you shut up?

You shut the fuck up! He’s my brother, he won’t talk.

Fucking Jolicoeur.

She’ll probably want to see her daughter.

Hello, Xavier.

- Hello, Simon. - Where are you right now?

- At the monks’ sugar shack. - The sugar shack?

Stay there, we’re on our way.

I’ll handle it.

Let’s go.

It’s Simon.

- He’s not alone. - McNeil...

Get out of here! Go!

Olivia!

Xav, I asked you to do one thing, not to let her out.

Are you crazy? She’s fucking injured!

- What the hell did you do? - Shut up.

You’re letting go, Dad?

Why were you covered in blood? This should be good!

I was running.

I tripped over a deer carcass.

It was cold and slimy.

I panicked and got it all over me.

Damien Morency?

What the fuck!

- Okay. Boss? - I swear it’s true.

I really hope so, Damien.

Because we found the head of a girl,

hanging from a tree near your backpack.

What?

It doesn’t look good for you.

Celine?

Veronique Jolicoeur.

- I want my lawyer. - Your father’s on his way.

Why were you rampaging in the woods?

What did you do, Damien?

Seems you overdid it on acid last night. Veronique was dressed as a witch.

She scared you, you freaked out and killed her?

No, no, no...

I ran away.

From a monster.

Counsellor Morency is here to see his son.

Turn the camera off and come with me.

He never mentioned this?

The blood, the deer, the nudity? No.

He never mentioned a monster?

No.

But I saw the monster too.

- Were you on drugs, too? - We just smoked weed.

Yes, we were high when we went into the woods.

But not enough to run away naked and imagine dead deer and monsters.

Or at least I wasn’t.

What the hell are you doing here?

Mum will flip out on you!

Give me that.

“Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,

More than cool reason ever comprehends.”

Okay, you’re the madman, I get that part of the message.

You think I’m the lover?

You think I can understand things no one else does?

Hey, I’m not in love, Emile, okay?

I don’t understand any of this.

Go home now.

Go home.

- What did the pigs want? - Nothing.

Just relay what I said and it’ll be okay.

- Was that Emile? - Yes.

Lovers and madmen...

That’s lovely!

- What’s he trying to say? - How should I know?

- Xavier! - Nothing else to say?

Okay.

- I sort of lied to you. - Sort of?

I did it because I was scared.

But what I feel for you is not a lie.

Me neither.

That’s why it hurts when you...

I never want to hurt you again.

You’re beautiful.

- Here. - Thanks.

My mother replied to me.

She won’t come here unless I ask her nicely.

Ask her nicely... She knows neither of us wants to see her.

We need to talk.

Hello?

- I think they’re going to find out. - Are you nuts?

Find out what?

Tell me.

- The truth, Louise. - And which truth would that be?

There are many truths.

Wouldn’t it be simpler if there were just one?

And some of them she’ll never find out.

I can swear to that, okay?

No point getting upset.

What’s more...

Kevin went to find Emile. He ran away again.

Since Celine got here he’s been out of control.

Best get used to it, Celine will be here indefinitely.

Yes.

What?

You’re still decided to leave her everything?

When’s the last time you saw me change my mind?

Want me to tell you the date?

The last time you changed your mind...

It was about me.

I changed my mind, Louise, but not my feelings.

I boarded the king’s ship;

I flamed amazement:

My brave spirit!

Who was so firm, so constant,

that this coil would not infect his reason?

Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad

and play’d Some tricks of desperation...

...and play’d Some tricks of desperation:

All quit the vessel.

The king’s son was the first man that leap’d;

cried, “Hell is empty, And all the devils are here.

Hell is empty, And all the devils are here.

Hell is empty, And all the devils are here.

Hell is empty, And all the devils are here.

Hell is empty, And all the devils are here.

Did you know Veronique had a lover?

I never heard about that.

You want to know who?

Plenty wanted to be.

Even you?

Me? Are you serious?

You still have doubts?

Celine, the moment I saw you again,

a shockwave went right through me.

Tell me you didn’t feel that way too.

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