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This case won't be over till we find out.

who uprooted the tree and decapitated the hen.

I never want to hurt you again.

Father Gabriel only remembered

Veronique told him her lover looked handsome in his uniform.

- I feel as though I let her down. - You mustn’t blame yourself.

Brother Jacques’s estate.

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

But we need Simon on board.

Simon has enough on his plate with his own business.

There were rumours Father Sebastien had an affair.

Are you the naked monk?

Ten little girls saw you strip during their Halloween party.

Inmates don’t like perverts.

My mother replied. She won’t come unless I ask her nicely.

She knows neither of us wants to see her.

You can’t hide that from her.

- What’ll happen if... - Francoise Jolicoeur will turn up.

Hell is empty, And all the devils are here.

Vero!

Vero will be back soon. You’re stuck with me.

No! Emile!

I’ll take your books to the library. Wait for me here.

- Okay? - No.

Yes, because the last time, you yelled at Mrs Simmons.

You threw pencils, so now she doesn’t want you there.

Remember?

Okay, come here. Sit down.

Okay? I’ll be right back.

Vero will be back.

Vero will be back.

Pass it to me!

Come on!

It’s Halfwit Jolicoeur.

What’s up, moron? Not happy to see me?

No!

Emile! Stop it!

Bunch of nutcases!

Give me that.

- Give that maniac a pill. - Come on.

The Morencys are gone. Sorry, I was away for too long.

It’s over.

THE WALL

We need to talk.

I think they’re going to find out.

Are you nuts?

Veronique’s secret lover?

I’m wondering the same thing.

Father Gabriel said she found her lover handsome in his uniform.

Damien played baseball and we sometimes watched him play.

But he hid things from me.

Some I learnt watching his interrogation.

Others I don’t know since he was interrogated by a bonehead.

Yes...

- He’s less of a bonehead than he seems. - We should keep an eye on him.

I’ll be asking him a few questions soon.

She suspects something, but I don’t know what.

Fucking hell! Fucked if I need this right now.

What’s going on right now?

Mind your stupid business, Johnny, and remember,

Celine won’t be a problem if you stick to the fucking story.

McNeil!

- What? - Are you out of your mind?

I can’t carry all of this on that!

You can.

And you will.

But I’ll need to cross the border at least ten times.

Timing will be of the essence.

Whatever.

Do your informal investigation of Veronique.

I’ll focus on Father Sebastien.

We’ll help each other where necessary.

Do you still think the two murders could be connected?

There’s clearly a geographical connection.

The other connection I see...

- Did you know your teenage crush... - Damien?

I thought it was a rumour, but we checked.

He was seen out with Father Sebastien recently.

He’s organising his niece’s wedding.

No. In Sherbrooke.

They were regulars at The Caiman, a gay sauna.

- What? - He hid that from us.

And things that happened the night Veronique died.

- Let’s go and make him talk. - Not right away.

I have some figures to check first.

Figures? I have questions for Damien that can’t wait.

Okay, but stay on Veronique.

I’ll handle Father Sebastien and the sauna.

Boss, it’s getting late and Mrs McNeil is waiting for us.

Okay?

Emile!

Emile!

Emile, what are you doing?

Come here.

I’ve never locked the door,

a bad habit from when my ex lived here.

- Her ex is Lieutenant McNeil. - Ex-lieutenant too.

Yes, Celine tells me he lives in the US now.

- Do you still see him? - He still co-owns the house.

Unfortunately I can’t stop him coming by.

But I thought you were here about the crossbow.

Right, yes.

- Where was it? - Hanging on that wall.

Okay.

- Johnny says you saw a woman take it. - Yes, a young brunette, very cute.

You didn’t mention that.

She’s been staying at Karen’s inn for a few weeks.

I’ve seen her there at the window.

What’s she doing there all by herself? God only knows.

Yes, I see who you mean.

I think she’s left the inn.

- Did she take all your arrows? - Yes.

- What did they look like? - Yellow feathers, I think.

Thanks.

Can I get your ex-husband’s number? I need some details from him.

What about? Veronique Jolicoeur’s murder in ’86.

- You don’t know my Sandy, do you?

He really doesn’t like talking about his failures.

Strange place for a date at our age.

See it’s not a date.

Veronique had a lover. Did you know that?

I never heard 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.

In 30 years, I’ve been lied to too often

to judge a man by the thrills he gives me.

- Do you want a lie detector test? - Not a bad idea.

The night Veronique died, you were arrested.

- Why didn’t you say? - I was ashamed.

You were naked and covered in blood. Deer blood, they checked.

You were totally wasted.

So much so I’ve never touched drugs since.

Your cousin gave us that pot. What was in it?

Nothing! They smoked it heaps without that reaction.

Veronique was high too. Much too high for what she smoked.

Alcohol plus cannabis can hit hard.

I smoked some too.

Those sweets...

Veronique and I brought sweets.

Do you think someone put something like LSD in them?

I don’t know.

But the monster who attacked us

surely counted on us being completely wasted.

He wouldn’t have attacked three people by himself.

I ran away.

My dad covered up my drug-taking and nudity in front of the kids.

But what keeps me awake is that I ran away

and left you two all alone with him.

- It’s not your fault what happened. - It’s surely not yours.

Damien!

- We can’t leave it like that. - I’ll see you tomorrow with Alex.

It seems you were quite chummy with Father Sebastien.

I can’t wait to hear more about it.

Is this...

the first time you’ve kissed a girl?

No.

But it’s the first time I’ve enjoyed it.

You’re using me again.

I’m injured, locked in a monastery, and you’re my only ally.

So it’s true, I’m clinging to you.

But I wouldn’t kiss you if I didn’t really want to.

- What do you want from me? - I need to contact someone.

- Who? - I don’t know.

I have an address my mum gave me in case of emergency.

But if I leave, Karen will find out.

That means Simon and McNeil will too. And my mum will be in trouble.

Please.

Good evening.

- Sorry to bother you at this hour. - No, it’s fine.

Do you need something?

It’s about the girl who was in room 3.

Any idea if she went out Tuesday night?

Xavier didn’t mention it.

- She left yesterday morning. - Where to?

No idea, but she seemed in a rush.

Too rushed to pack her own bags?

She asked me to gather her things. Someone drove by to pick them up.

Did you notice if she was injured?

Injured?

No.

Thanks.

You’re welcome, hon.

- What? - Are you there yet?

- Almost. - Hurry, Xavier.

The receptionist’s smoking. I have five minutes.

No one’s here. I’ll slide your note under the door.

- He’ll find it. - Knock first.

What are you doing here, Xavier?

Olivia?

Your mum told me you’d contact me only in case of disaster.

I’m scared for her. I need help.

The only go-between you could find is a Jolicoeur?

Don’t worry, he does everything I want.

Who’s that so early?

Fuck, it’s my mum.

You stay here.

Don’t make a sound.

I don’t remember inviting you.

I’m your mother and I’ve missed you for far too long.

Go home to Kevin, your daughter-in-law and your halfwit.

Don’t refer to your brother like that.

I came to tell you...

To apologise to you.

- Apologise for what, Louise? - Simon, please.

Simon Jolicoeur!

Get down here!

Come on!

Wait for me in the car.

It’s senseless for Veronique to stay with you.

I’ll send Simon to boarding school if I must.

Only Veronique can calm Emile down. With her, he doesn’t hurt anyone.

For the last time, it’s out of the question.

You’re so damn selfish!

Emile is your son too, remember.

I remember. You can be sure I...

Simon!

Simon, listen to me!

Simon! Wait! Wait!

Simon!

I’m apologising for putting too much on your shoulders.

But you shouldn’t have left home that day.

It’s time you came home. You don’t have to live with us.

- I just want us to be a real family. - A real family?

Don’t make me sick. You had Dad, and you chose your brother.

I was in love, Simon. Really in love.

Have you ever felt that?

Do you know what it does to you body and soul?

Leopold loved me too.

So what?

We didn’t choose to feel how we felt. Everyone can say what they like.

I hid it, but I’m not sorry.

It’s not me you should apologise to. It’s Emile and Veronique.

Maybe I shouldn’t have come.

Everything it’s stirring up...

The family infighting, all the nastiness coming out...

I hope you enjoy the show at least.

I’m sure you do. It’s your kind of play.

And you’re still the star after 35 years.

No hello for your mother? Sorry to be morbid,

but since the body’s still missing, only her head is in the coffin.

The funeral must’ve been sad.

How would I know? You took me away the night before.

You yelled at Uncle Leopold as if Veronique’s death was his fault.

I could have died too, but you didn’t seem to care.

I took you away to protect you.

What’s your excuse now? I thought you had to be begged to come.

You thought I’d wait for you to start acting smart?

I knew you’d come, whether I wanted it or not.

I know very well you’re going to slag someone off.

You won’t hold back on my behalf.

You always think I have bad intentions.

Then you were surprised I spent more time with Vero.

- Leave Veronique out of this. - Veronique respected me.

Even admired me.

Sure. A two-faced woman like you? Perfect model for a wannabe actress.

Not only that, she confided in me. And I confided in her.

The cousin you thought your best friend

and to whom you’d vent about me, actually opened herself up to me.

With you, she was acting.

You’re so damn selfish!

Emile is your son too, remember?

Oh, I remember. You can be sure I...

Simon! Simon!

Simon, listen to me!

Simon! Wait! Wait!

Simon! Wait! Listen to me!

They didn’t have your cookies, so I got these instead.

I’ll be right back.

Look! For my skeleton costume.

Let’s see!

Great! I’ll put it on your costume.

Wait, I have an idea. Stay with Emile, I’ll be right back.

Hello?

- Aunt Francoise? - Yes, is this Vero?

Want to know the last thing she told me before she died?

- You were right. - That Leopold is Emile’s dad?

- Is that it? - Yes.

Yes.

You came all this way to tell me that?

Why ask me why I’m saying things instead of what they mean?

You have that effect on me. You and this damn village.

With its monks and its petty, rotten people.

Celine, not everything is rotten.

And I have regrets.

So many regrets.

I’m here to make peace, with Louise, Leopold and you.

I’m not here to torture you.

I’ve never known how to handle you, that I admit.

I admit I was jealous of Louise and Leopold’s bond,

well before I knew it went further.

They were so close. I felt rejected, and I was mean to them.

And you and Veronique were so beautiful together.

Inseparable. That’s something I’d never experienced.

I wanted to be part of it too.

I wanted to feel involved, and young.

Like you.

Did you really love Veronique?

Of course. Everyone loved Veronique.

Did you love her more than me?

Well, it was different.

Trudeau.

Our guy finished going over the abbey books.

- I’m ready for Damien Morency. - Great.

Celine, don’t go. We’re off on the wrong foot again.

I’ll stay at Karen’s inn.

Before she died, Veronique slept with a guy she found handsome in his uniform.

- Sound familiar? - No, she didn’t mention that.

- Most of it is in here. - Thanks.

You really want to bring a Jolicoeur into Morency headquarters?

The Morencys know Celine’s no regular Jolicoeur.

She’s not involved in their business.

Damien knows that, but the Morency sisters less so.

But the Jolicoeur-Morency rivalry isn’t as fierce as 50 years ago.

You’d be surprised.

For at least 20 years, with illegal immigration,

border control is stricter.

Drug smuggling is now risky.

Now both families are more into building and real estate.

To push for more development you need authorities on your side.

They’re fighting over the same projects, the same politicians.

It can get rough.

At first, by partnering with the old Collins family,

the Jolicoeurs got the upper hand.

Is that Kevin Jolicoeur, Celine’s cousin who married Claire Collins?

Yes, the Jolicoeurs got access to Colonel Collins’ connections.

The rest is history.

The Morencys caught up to them thanks to Damien’s talent.

- His talent as a businessman? - You could put it like that.

Johnny Leger?

See why I couldn’t tell you everything?

So now you’ve told me everything?

Everything?

No.

Not everything.

This might be nothing, but...

Yes, Claire’s dad was in the army. It’s all he talked about.

He looked down on civilians.

I remember Vero thought him an interesting character,

but sleeping with an old guy because of his uniform?

No.

Turn left here.

Don’t forget. I’m the one who asks the questions.

Come and shoot a few with your cousins. You’ll feel better.

You’re depressing, Damien.

Pardon a wretched man who ruins all he loves,

Whom everybody hates; who hates himself.

Corneille again?

- It’s not Corneille, it’s Racine. - Okay, here’s to Racine.

Stop that. Can’t you see he’s hurting?

You really don’t know what’s going on?

We know we have family problems

that for once, your tie, your smile and your MBA can’t solve.

Let’s go.

For Christ’s sake, girls.

Let’s go.

I was at the abbey.

Our accountant did his thing. Can you guess why we’re here?

Don’t let the numbers confuse you.

You borrowed money in the abbey’s name,

leading Father Sebastien to spend on prostitution and gambling

and lost the monks $3 million in risky investments.

You pushed them to bankruptcy.

I didn’t introduce Father Sebastien to the sauna.

I just went with him to help him access certain services.

- Discreetly. - Some discretion!

Sherbrooke’s not a big city. I warned him.

So you weren’t a customer of the sauna?

Celine, the sauna was in a building owned by the Morency Group.

They’re my tenants. I was just helping out a friend.

- The abbey already had money issues.

I suggested solutions, Father Sebastien chose the riskiest.

I warned him it could turn sour.

You gave him rope to hang himself then stepped in when he didn’t.

What?

- You have a quad? - Two.

Crossbow hunt? Sometimes.

- Where were you Tuesday night? - Home.

- Alone? - Yes.

With no one to confirm it, it looks bad.

You went looking for Father Sebastien and just happened to find him.

What riskier solutions did you suggest to Father Sebastien

to solve his financial problems?

I suggested he sell Brother Jacques’s estate.

- Sell it to you? - Yes, to the Morency Group.

The monks wouldn’t dream of selling. To them, it’s sacred ground.

But to a developer, it’s a goldmine.

As Father Sebastien’s confidant, you figured he had to sell it to you.

I didn’t cause the abbey’s problems.

The sale was as much in their interest as mine.

Now that Father Sebastien is dead and your schemes will come out,

there’s almost no chance they’ll sell to you.

- You could say that. - So basically,

you’re the person who benefited least from Father Sebastien’s death.

That’s pretty much it.

I didn’t ask you to be his defence lawyer.

I just saved you some time. It’s not him.

Still...

You don’t seem to trust your handsome Morency any more.

He’s basically like everyone here.

They’ve dealt in secrecy and lies since they were born.

Maybe they don’t know how else to live.

If they’ve taught me anything, it’s not to trust anyone.

Get out of the way, Morency.

What are you doing here, arsehole?

Okay.

Okay.

- Calm down, girls. - Hands on the wheel, Kevin.

Hey, do you think we’re idiots?

Even if we wanted to buy the monks’ estate,

it’s worth $30 million.

Plus the development costs. We don’t have that kind of money.

So it was just to piss us off?

Kevin, Kevin, Kevin...

Okay, come on. Come on.

Can you see me shooting a guy to keep the land from you?

Yes, business is business.

But we’ve never operated that way, and I’m not about to start, okay?

What do we do?

Get out of the damn car!

I think your mum realised before we did.

That you and Louise were in love?

I don’t expect you to understand.

And judge us all you like.

But we’re not the monsters she wants you to think we are.

She even accused me, out of the blue,

of assaulting you and Vero.

You know I don’t believe that. Even my mum doesn’t believe it.

She regrets it, she told me...

Uncle! Uncle!

See?

With Simon’s land,

that’s an extra 10 million square feet added to the estate.

Neither the bank nor the monks can refuse.

It’s clever. Brilliant even.

Kevin thinks so too.

But?

So much in your plan depends on Simon’s good faith.

You really think your visit this morning fixed it all?

No.

But I made a big effort, and I think Simon will too.

Not to mention that when he sees the numbers,

he’ll see the appeal.

But Simon isn’t your problem.

What is?

Don’t tell me it’s a matter of principle, of religion.

Brother Jacques’s estate isn’t just sacred to the monks.

My father often went there to meditate.

- Everyone around here is attached... - The grotto will stay.

We’ll make a park around it. Everyone can go there.

Claire! Eventhough your father was religious,

he’d have happily jumped at an opportunity like this.

- Hello? - It’s about your big project.

- The Morencys could get in our way.

- The sisters are serious. - Hang on a minute.

Hello? Yes.

I’ll be right there.

Let’s talk later, Kevin.

Leopold’s in hospital.

He’s stable.

Emile...

Fancy taking a walk with me?

Come on.

You told her?

But she knows?

Yes.

That you’re Emile’s father.

But not...

They found her head.

Veronique is dead. Have you seen Emile?

At the grotto. He won’t come back.

Mum, he’s covered in blood and it’s not his.

What?

Oh, my baby!

What happened? Tell Mummy.

Tell me! Mummy won’t be mad.

I’ve a copy of the land’s deed of sale.

And a policeman’s testimony.

What nonsense! Mere gossip.

Mum...

Tell them what happened.

Or I will.

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