It all started on Halloween night. Sherif-Down.BlogSpot.CoM
Mom and me, we went to the tavern
and got pissed till we ran out of cash and they threw us out.
Christ, we were drunk. We couldn't even stand up.
Lucky we had the car.
To think I gave birth to you.
I should've had an abortion.
Angie left because of you.
There you go again. Give me a break, will you?
Angie doesn't give a shit about us.
She left and she won't be back, so get used to it.
We'll see about that.
What's that for?
It's for special occasions.
Halloween is the perfect time to make little holes, don't you think?
One little hole, two little holes,
and one enormous little hole.
Go on, shoot.
Shoot, damn it!
But I warn you. Speed we're doin', if you kill me, you'll die too.
Are you crazy?
What the hell. Fuck it.
You'll mess up the seats.
What? I didn't get that.
I said don't worry, I'll watch out for your...
You can't do that! You bastard! I was going to do it!
You heartless - you can't do that!
Quit that! - I was going to do it!
You can't do that!
Kill me, Raymond.
Sweetie...
Will you? Please!
You wouldn't have to look.
I'll get in front of it.
I'll tell you when to shoot, okay?
Look. I'll get right in front of the barrel.
No, watch the road. Watch the road.
Go on. Go on, okay?
I'll get it in my mouth
and all you have to do is pull the trigger, okay?
It'll be easy, honest.
You won't feel anything, baby.
You won't feel anything at all.
I figured it was the only thing to do.
I had no reason to turn her down. What for?
To convince her that life is beautiful?
Neither of us believed that.
There we were, hurtling into the darkness,
unable to see what was waiting for us ahead.
Suddenly I understood, Ma.
I didn't know whether I'd be turning off the light
or lighting up the night,
but I knew it was the only thing to do.
With my veins full of alcohol
and the road unrolling before my eyes,
it was obvious that was the only way
I could tell her "I love you."
CADAVERS
Fuck.
Fuckin' shit! Jesus Bloody Christ.
Hello?
- Trick or treat?
Ray?
Hi, Angie.
How are you doing?
Not too bad.
How's Mom?
Could be better.
Is she sick?
Not exactly.
She's dead.
Sort of.
What got her?
Cirrhosis of the liver? Syphilis?
A 38 in the face.
Right. What police station are you at?
I'm not with the cops. No one knows but you.
Where are you?
The Saint-François exit, at the gas station.
Where are you heading?
Nowhere. I'm out of gas and I'm flat broke.
Wait for me there. I'm coming.
You drive like Mom. You're going to end up dead.
Yeah, yeah.
No! Halt! Halt, I said!
Halt, or I shoot!
Officer Lambert? - Yes, Inspector Davoine?
We're wasting our time here.
I know where he's hiding.
Want a beer? I think there's one left.
Come on, tell me!
It's like this. We were in the car.
Mom pulled out a gun and shot herself in the face.
Twice.
Twice...
She missed the first time.
She blew a hole in the roof.
Check if you like. There's a bullet hole in the car roof.
Is this some kind of joke?
Not really.
Ray, where is Mom?
In a ditch.
Let's go.
Come on!
Where is she?
Dunno. Around here somewhere.
Oh, for God's sake.
I don't remember, okay? It was dark and pouring rain!
There she is!
Ray!
Look, there she is! - Nah.
Yes! Use your eyes, she's right there!
I'll be damned.
Do something. Go get her.
I'll be damned.
No, we'll leave her there. No sense looking for trouble.
How can you be so heartless? She's our mother! Get her!
You saw her, okay? Satisfied? Let's get out of here!
No. You get her out of there.
I'll bring the car. Okay?
Hurry up before it freezes over.
I'll be damned.
Stuck in another family mess.
I'm coming! I'm doing the best I can!
Step on it! This is no TV show - someone may come!
All right! I'm here! - Open the trunk.
No. She's not a dog. We'll put her in the passenger seat.
Okay. You pull and I'll push.
Push! - I am, but she's heavy!
Maybe she filled up with water.
Okay. Go around.
Okay. I'll go around.
Okay, I'll take her feet.
Put her feet under the glove compartment.
That's what I'm trying to do.
Mom? Sherif-Down.BlogSpot.CoM
That's not her.
I know it isn't her, you dope! But who is he?
Dunno. He's wearing leathers.
He must have had an accident. No helmet.
Where's his motor bike?
How should I know? In the ditch somewhere.
Look out! There's a car coming!
Let's get the hell out of here.
Get him out. Dump him back in the ditch.
Too late. We're stuck with him. They'll be back.
This is all a joke, right?
Mom isn't really dead.
You cooked this up so I'd come for Halloween,
but there just happened to be a corpse in the ditch.
Mom will pop up any minute now.
Well... If that's the way you want it.
So where is she?
In the ditch. Sherif-Down.BlogSpot.CoM
But not alone, it seems.
Where'd the gun come from?
Over there.
Here. Mom asked me to dig a hole
so the fridge could stand upright in the cellar.
Like a cold cupboard or something.
Don't ask me why. We never ate here anyway.
I was digging and I found a skeleton with the gun inside.
Well, on top, sort of.
I guess whoever killed him
wanted to bury the gun too.
They tossed it onto the corpse but after a while
the corpse rotted, and when I found it the gun was inside.
It must have fallen between the ribs, I guess. I dunno.
You really think I'm that stupid?
They surely didn't make him swallow it.
You can check. Mom kept the gun.
But I didn't know she'd bought bullets.
Looks like she had it all planned.
We'll go back tomorrow.
Raymond?
Would you bring my bag in from the car?
Maybe she's injured and lost in the woods.
She's dead. She has a big hole in her face.
Pass the towel, please?
Thanks.
Want me to say you're as beautiful as ever?
Thanks all the same.
I didn't know you remembered me that well.
Some things you don't forget.
You certainly don't seem to want to, at least.
Neither do you.
I don't remember. It's been so long.
You didn't seem to mind it.
Neither did you.
Mind you, in those days I had nothing to measure you by.
That's unkind.
And apart from Lucette, I don't really see who you could compare me to.
Unless there have been others since then.
Do you still see her?
The usual. Once a year on my birthday.
Do you do the spinner for her?
She likes it.
You could have made a fortune with that stunt.
Really?
Yes, maybe.
I don't do it every day. It's tiring.
I don't do it for everybody.
Will you do it for me again?
Not today, that's for sure.
Where do I sleep?
In Mom's room.
I made up the bed with some new sheets.
Thanks.
Stop watching me. It bugs me.
She's as beautiful as she is on TV?
Yeah. So?
It's not her fault. She was born that way.
When I was her age, I was pretty hot too.
But then I got pregnant with you guys, God damn it.
Yeah, I know. We ruined your life, yada yada.
You said so often enough.
It was nice of her to come for me.
Maybe she came just for me.
You?
What for?
She asked me to do the spinner for her.
Get away! Angie's no Lucette.
No, she came for me. Just for me.
Quit talking. You're messing up my sex life.
Pretend I'm not here.
You think that's easy?
I feel like a dope when you look at me.
Okay, I'm not looking anymore. Fuck's sake!
Don't worry, Lucette.
I won't do the spinner for her,
even if she is prettier than you.
Yeah Ray?
Go on!
Bravo!
Bastards like you don't go to jail.
You killed her.
You're going to pay, Raymond Marchildon.
Are you all right?
You were yelling in your sleep. You scared me.
What time is it?
Early. Want some coffee?
Thanks, that'd be great. - Come and make it, okay?
The stove's out, it's cold and I don't know how it works.
Is that the effect I have on you?
It's nothing to do with you.
It happens every morning. Shows I'm healthy.
Very healthy.
If everyone was that healthy, they could close the hospitals.
It must be a while since you had a Krash Dinner, right?
That's enough.
Who's...
Who's in the picture in her bedroom?
The mural of losers?
Her old lovers, she says. Dad's supposed to be in there somewhere.
Really?
Which one?
I didn't ask.
She's pretty good with a brush.
Good with colours. I've never been good with colors.
Did you add herbs or something?
I don't think so.
What are the green flecks?
Must be mould.
Don't freak out. Happens in the best families.
Look at me.
You really have no self-respect, do you?
That's a good one. Self-respect is like love. Pretty grungy.
How would you know? Have you ever loved anyone?
Hi, Ron, it's Angie.
Fine, and you?
What? Sherif-Down.BlogSpot.CoM
No, what is it?
Did you talk to Johnny?
What the fuck is this?
I leave town for a day and everything falls apart?
You can't do that to me, you shithead!
You bet we need to talk! You got that right.
You won't get away with this, Ronald Maisonneuve!
I'm leaving right now. We are gonna talk!
It's starting! - I'm on my way!
It's the one where you lay a guy to save a girl from a pimp.
You know he's a pedophile when he tries to shave your pussy.
I'm going. - Where?
None of your business.
Okay. See you in 10 years.
Get a life! I'm not going to babysit you!
You can stay here with your empty bottles and your mouldy macaroni.
We live in different worlds.
Holy fucking pile of shit!
Where's she going?
She's leaving, as usual.
You're trying to get her to stay? What did you do?
She doesn't give a shit about us.
She's a bitch. Just like you.
You're hurt.
What do you care?
Actress Angie Pontbriand, star of the series Cadavers,
won't be back next season.
Here's producer Ronald Maisonneuve to comment.
I know fans will understand.
Miss Pontbriand's demands were beyond our means.
You know, actors today tend to think they're irreplaceable.
I hope this case will make the whole profession think again.
Thank you.
Excuse me. That's all.
Bastard!
They screw you the first time because it's your big break.
Then you're a temperamental star if you ask for a raise.
Anyway, you're no good.
You're just there because you have good boobs.
Meanwhile, those rotten sods, those fuckers,
make millions by flashing your ass,
because that's what sells: Tits and ass and blood!
They say that's all people want to see: Sex and blood!
They treat me like a whore.
Me!
Ronald's a pimp!
He's a fucking pimp!
Did you sleep with him? - Shut up, will you?
Just shut up! You keep quiet!
I just need to say it,
because no one listens to me.
No!
My boyfriend left me.
I sold everything to pay his fucking bail for him.
He didn't even come to say goodbye.
Not even to fuck me one last time. Nothing.
He ran off with his pals to start a new life without me.
God damn it.
Now I've nothing left.
I'm all alone.
And I'm empty inside.
Again.
So you came back here.
Now that Mom's gone,
half the house belongs to me, right?
It's my home as much as yours.
What?
Shut up.
Just shut up!
Shit, all my stuff's on the floor!
On your fucking filthy floor!
It's now our floor.
I knew it would come up to this!
You're just a shithead Raymond Marchildon!
Halt, or I'll shoot!
Damn. Officer Lambert, follow me.
Damn! He disappeared!
Inspector Davoine!
Get up!
Avenge me!
That's right. Run away.
Don't try the guilt trip. It won't work any more.
Heartless rat. You can't leave us.
Right. I have no heart. Or anything else.
She got it all. Look at her.
She's older but she looks 10 years younger.
That's how it is when you're ugly.
Yeah? Well, now I have a Beemer.
A guy with a Beemer doesn't need to good looks.
So goodbye all
and go fuck yourselves.
How do you like that? She chose your birthday.
She must love you a bit.
Give me a break.
And you?
Do you still love her? - Just shut up.
I'd like some flowers, too.
Well I'll be damned.
Hello. - How do you do?
Hello.
Do I know you?
Maybe I do...
Wow! You really cleaned up the place. It looks nice.
I bought you some flowers.
I got your car fixed, and...
They came to deliver a rug.
Sorry. It's not exactly a rug.
Not exactly a rug, they say.
It's more like a... like a trade.
They want to make a trade.
I... got it.
But I think you have the wrong address,
because we didn't order a rug.
This is the right address. - It's the right address.
It's Mom.
Ma ordered a rug.
Mom's in the rug.
In the rug.
We saw you last night.
Where is he?
Who? - Johnny.
Johnny?
We saw you pick him up.
It's for a trade.
Yep. Here's yours:
Give us ours.
Where is he?
Show them. Get it over with.
We were ahead of you and we got mixed up in the dark.
We didn't know about your Mom. We found out when we got back.
That's nasty, isn't it? A bullet in the face...
But it's none of our business.
Not our business.
Just like us.
We didn't see a thing, didn't hear a thing.
Not a thing. Nothing.
Nothing happened. - Nothing at all.
I hear something. - No you don't.
I do so. Something's upstairs.
You sure that's all? - Yeah, that's it.
What is that noise?
Hey, There're pigs! Lots of pigs!
Pigs! Dogs! - The cops?
The fuzz? - Pigs all over the place!
We're outta here. Move it! - I'm coming!
Pigs everywhere!
Quick! The police! Hurry up!
Ray, come and see!
That's no good. They'll catch us. No! There.
There's about a hundred more coming!
Ray, there are pigs everywhere!
Ray, do something!
What's going on? - Where are the pigs?
Where are the pigs? Open your eyes, you twit!
They're everywhere!
Come on Pigs! Get outside!
They're all gone?
We're in trouble.
We dumped all the coke down the john.
If we don't get the dope, Jos-Louis will kill us for sure.
Rocky's gonna cut off our ears and make us eat them for sure.
This is our first job for them.
They're the only ones around hiring.
They won't let us explain.
Maybe you could get some of it back. We have no septic tank.
I don't see anything.
It must be over there.
Where's the sceptic?
Not sceptic: Septic tank. It's a hole full of pee.
You mean there's a real sceptic?
I really gotta love you.
Me too, my little bird. - There it is.
Poor Mom.
Still, she's in good shape for her age.
Why's she dressed that way?
It's her costume, for Halloween.
Yesterday was Halloween. - Oh, right.
We need to give her a funeral.
What?
I don't know. Sing a hymn.
Say a prayer.
Do you know any?
Farewell, Mother.
Sweet dreams.
Quit looking at me like that.
Like what?
Like that! Like I belong to you. It bugs me.
I was just thinking how beautiful you are, that's all.
Thank you.
You're sweet.
Look, there's one left.
Isn't he sweet?
See anything? - Well...
Frankly...
Let's get on with it. - Yeah.
Now what?
Hi there.
Sorry to bother you. I'm Officer Pilon, from the Provincial Police.
I have a question.
Have you seen some pigs?
No. Sorry. I haven't seen anything.
Oh come on, man. A hundred little pigs.
No. We don't even see big pigs much around here.
A truck flipped over into the ditch, see?
It lost its load of pigs. Now here's the thing.
There are tracks that lead right up to here.
Maybe they went into the woods. Like I said, I haven't seen anything.
Okay.
And your lady didn't either?
I'll just ask her if you don't mind...
Pleased to meet you. Officer Pilon.
I don't want to embarrass you in front of your... your...
My brother. - That's your brother?
Yeah, that's your brother. Affirmative.
It's just that...
We've met before, haven't we? Sure we have.
Wait a minute.
What a big fish I hooked.
Is the nice man pleased?
No.
Christ, no. No, no, no!
Hey!
You're Mariette Davoine!
Thanks for dropping by... - No, no, no! Hey!
I've seen every show.
Even the reruns.
I was sad when they said you wouldn't be back next season.
At the station, we stopped working for 15 minutes in protest.
Some guys are even organizing a petition.
I mean - wait till I tell them!
Inspector Davoine in person!
No! Nobody will believe it!
Listen, it's really a great honour.
Please. Get up, Officer Pilon.
No. Please! You call me "Robert".
Please, Robert.
I'm sorry we can't offer you a drink.
No, no, it's fine!
Come here a minute. I wanted to tell you...
Know what I think?
It's better this way.
What is?
That you stop doing the series.
You're worth much more than that.
You think so too?
Of course I do!
It was cheap. It was all pretty bargain basement!
Apart from you, of course.
I don't write the stories, you know.
Yeah, let's talk about that.
Take this episode, okay?
Yes. What?
I mean it wouldn't be hard to do better than that.
I guess not, eh?
Of course not. For sure!
I know! I'll write it for you, damn it.
You can give it to your boss.
It may not look like much, but I can tell you...
It's like 110 volts!
- Alternative! - Affirmative!
Well, just look at all the people!
Hello, "Con" "stable" Bob.
Jos-Louis. Rocky...
What brings you here?
You know these guys?
We came to deliver a rug.
Oh yeah?
So...
You in the rug business now, Rocky?
Weren't you a doorman before?
That's right. These days you need two jobs
if you want to earn a living honestly. - Okay.
Yeah.
What about you, Jos-Louis? You don't need two jobs too?
Nah. I just keep him company so he don't get lonesome.
Where's the can?
What for?
You want details, prick? - There...
In the corner.
Yes, that's right.
Not working today, "Con" "stable" Bob?
You watch your step, both of you! Okay?
Because I'm watching you.
Miss Davoine, It was my honour to meet you.
For me too, Robert.
Watch your step as you go out.
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Hey, listen!
Hey, Jos-Louis, we found them!
I love you! I love you! - Oh, no.
You're that commissioner on TV?
What are you doing out here? - I came to see my brother.
Right. You play Mariette Davoine.
So you're a star! You're hot, all right.
That's your brother?
Could have fooled me. I watch all your shows.
I know a guy who jerks off watching you.
Save that for later.
We've something to talk. About!
Your turn, big guy.
Come on!
We have a rug for you.
Another one? - Where are they?
Who? - Don't get smart.
The truck's right outside.
Oh, them! They left on foot.
They already gave us a rug.
We did the trade. - And Johnny?
Where's Johnny?
Johnny's in the cellar.
Don't worry.
Your pals took what they came for.
What did they take?
Nothing.
Well, everything.
It doesn't mean anything to us.
Look in the cellar.
That's where it all happened. The door over there.
That's where they didn't take anything.
Rocky!
You sure it isn't a trap? - No, just a pig hiding in the cellar.
The police? - Dogs.
Jos-Louis?
It was a just little pig.
Just a little pink piglet.
Yuck. That's disgusting.
And that's my sign in the Chinese horoscope.
I'm sorry, okay? I really am.
My deepest sympathy.
Doesn't matter, kid.
Yes it does! Let me alone! I got feelings, you know!
Okay, fine! Let it all out.
It's good to express your emotions.
Sleep well, little pig.
That's beautiful.
So we'll be going now.
Right.
If you see the two twits,
tell them to make tracks to the bunker real fast.
And not forget anything this time.
We'll tell them. And they won't forget.
What won't they forget?
Nothing.
Very good.
We understand.
What do you understand?
Nothing.
We don't understand anything.
That's right.
Come on. Time to go.
There's some still missing.
But... - We haven't got all the bags of coke.
They can't be too far.
Hey! Your rug.
Again, I'm sorry about the pig, okay?
Yes but why the rug? We already have one.
No, this is the right one. The twits got mixed up at the bunker.
Mind you, we always use the same rugs for deliveries.
We get special rates. Government surplus.
But... about Lucette...
How do we work it? Do you take her back,
or do we keep her? - Lucette?
You recognized her?
Recognized who?
I knew I should have done it myself.
It wasn't Mom?
I don't know what's wrong with me lately. I've lost my touch.
We're getting old.
We sure are.
That wasn't Mom? - We'd like to go on.
What?
Getting old. - You knew?
We'd like to go on getting old.
What do you mean?
It's Lucette we've buried in the cellar? All this time I thought it was...
Shut up!
Will you shut the fuck up?
Nobody...
Nobody talks to me like that, Raymond Marchildon!
Rotten bastard, lying to me about Mom!
Liar! You owe me some respect!
You're a selfish fucker just like all the others!
I wouldn't talk like that to my sister. She'd kill me.
What a crazy bitch.
Yeah, yeah I'm coming!
Here's another one.
You missed it. - Thanks.
I'm not proud of that shot.
It was pretty damn random. Not like you doing the old girl.
One shot: Cold, clean, tidy.
You got potential. Definite potential.
Thanks. - Don't give up, okay?
Don't you give up either.
Yeah, I'm coming!
If you're looking for work, come see us in Mainville.
If you don't know where we are, ask any cop. He'll know.
Thanks. Watch out for that step.
Ciao. - Bye.
Don't talk about what you don't know.
Yeah, I know. I mean... I don't know.
I know I don't know it.
We both know that. - We know that.
I'm sorry for what I said. I got carried away.
Forgive me. I didn't mean it.
I'm going to bury Mom. Do you want to say a prayer?
See her one last time?
Once was enough, thanks.
Are you okay? You don't look good.
I have to get rid of your damn mouldy macaroni, that's all.
Leave me alone!
If you need me, I'll be in the cellar.
Burying Mom.
Some things we can't change, Ray.
She's your sister, Ray. Your sister.
Wake up, Ray! She wants nothing to do with you!
Nothing! You're just a loser.
Shut up!
Are they still in the pipe?
Could be.
Hello?
Let's play submarines!
Hi, guys. - We found it all.
We have all of them! - We're saved!
Christ, you stink of shit!
You'd be surprised. You get used to it.
Can we have a bath? - I dunno. I...
Because I'm going to work and I'm late.
I'm due at the tavern in Mainville. You know it?
I think I saw you there.
No. I don't think so. - It's Jos-Louis' bar.
Okay. Now I get it.
You...
dance?
Now? Right now?
No. At the tavern. - Oh, sorry.
Not really. But I'd like to. Now I wait tables mostly,
but Rocky says he'll try me out. Maybe tonight!
Try you out?
Yeah, to see if I'm good enough.
She's nervous.
Stage fright.
Just like a kid.
So I rehearse her every morning. It'll be fine, sugar.
You must know Lucette.
She worked at the tavern.
Sure! Lucette was Johnny's girl.
Johnny's girl? - Oh yes.
They were so sweet together.
Love at first night.
At first sight? - That's right.
Anyway... poor kid.
Poor who?
Lucette. She must miss him real bad.
When you crash a motor bike, you don't just walk away.
No helmet...
That's risky.
She knows a guy
who spins like a top on his dick!
Get it?
The spinner!
People will believe anything.
Oh boy.
Do something.
Okay.
Go ahead and wash because you really reek.
Thanks very much.
And then... we'll leave.
We promise. - Yes.
Slave, slave! - Yes, mistress?
Remove my boots.
Hello?
Ah! Detective Sergeant Pilon!
Hey, come on. No thanks.
Just call me constable.
What can we do for you?
So that's that. We found all the pigs...
but one. A 99% success rate isn't bad.
Bravo!
Angie, you remember Constable Pilon?
Of course.
Notes for my screenplay.
I only have the first few pages,
but the rest should be ready tomorrow, because...
It looks easy, but it takes time to create something.
Thinking tires you out.
Yeah... I guess.
So here it is.
Read it and give me your comments, Inspector.
Of course!
So... Thanks very much.
And hang in there!
Because I have big plans for us. I talked to a producer today,
and we'll be in touch.
Is that true?
Come on, don't kid around about this.
Because I admit...
I'd like to get into the arsetistic scene.
Because I just know...
I'm an arsetist.
I have important things to tell the world.
That's obvious, Robert.
Oh, you...
The way those words come out of your mouth...
I just want to cry.
That's because you're an artist, Robert.
It's true. That's how you recognize true artists.
They cry all the time. - They sure do.
And let me tell you, I must be a real one because, seriously...
I can cry any time I like. - You can?
You are more and more artistic, Robert.
And then... I feel that...
it smells funny in here.
Yeah. As if...
a stink smelt good.
It must be the roast in the oven.
A little pig?
Yes.
I like pork.
Is it ready?
Not quite.
Well. Anyway, thanks for asking me, but I can't stay.
No. No way. Monique will divorce me if I don't come home.
Yeah. - Well, I guess...
Maybe another time, right?
Oh, the hell with it. We make sacrifices for our art.
Hey. I can see it so clear.
My name in the credits - Screenplay: Robert Pilon
Or even better: Robert Piloni.
Flying first class, laptop on my knee,
direct net link to L. A., Hollywood at my feet.
And you beside me... smiling.
You're so romantic, Robert.
No...
it's you who aspires me.
Right.
I'm sorry...
but you must be tired out with all this non-stop thinking.
Why don't you go home for a rest,
see your wife, have a shower and get your hair back in gear?
I never felt better.
150% full speed ahead.
In fact...
I feel something coming. It's deep.
Powerful.
Something inside me is tearing apart.
Christ, I'm going to be born a 2nd time!
Hey! Oh, crikey! Can I use your toilet?
Do we let him? - No!
Yes, no. Yes!
Yes! - Okay.
God, this is embarrassing. But I can't help it.
I absolutely gotta go! Now!
We are so fucked...
Oh, thank Christ.
What's that?
What did I say back there? Should write it down. It was good.
...Words come from your mouth... You aspire me...
My muse.
What is that?
Oops. Sorry.
Good.
My...
What's that?
I don't get it. What's wrong?
Air in the pipe?
What's going on? - How do I know?
That wasn't a fart.
You need help. I'm serious.
I'll be damned.
Thanks a lot, eh?
Okay. Thanks a lot.
I better be going. It's late. Monique may be worried.
Okay! Yes, yes.
You'll go straight home, right?
Yes. - Right, Robert?
Yes, yes, yes.
It's time for a nice long nap. - Yes.
I'm sorry to leave you stuck with the dishes,
but I'm on duty early in the morning.
No problem. We'll take care of everything. We're used to it.
Thanks a lot for the roast.
My pleasure.
Thanks a lot, Inspector. - Any time, Robert.
Don't forget your coat. - Hey, hey, hey!
See you, Inspector. - Affirmative...
Now what do we do?
What do you think?
The usual.
I wonder if the old skeleton could be Dad.
He sure raised a family.
No, I mean our dad.
Why would he be there?
Maybe Mom killed him years ago.
What for?
How do I know? It doesn't seem to take much to get killed around here.
She shot herself years later with the same gun, to atone?
It's possible.
Not her style.
It's not her style to blow her brains out, either.
Son of a bitch.
You think I killed her.
You are so smart.
She's dead, damn it. What difference does it make?
My God. You did kill her.
Admit it, Ray. Say you killed her.
Get rid of that damn truck!
Yeah, yeah.
I can't sleep with those men.
That's okay. You're allowed.
I'm sorry for what I said.
Ray?
Ray...
I'm sorry I said you killed her.
I was a real bitch.
I know you aren't a killer.
Angie!
Angie?
Yeah, what is it?
Raymond Marchildon?
Depends what you want him for.
I'm looking for his sister, Angie Pontbriand.
I think that's her car.
Can I have your name?
Ronald Maisonneuve. - Watch out for that step.
I produce the series Cadavers.
Let's not be formal.
Well, come in.
Have a coffee while you wait.
What are you doing here?
We need to talk, Angie.
How did you find me?
You sign all your contracts. I know your real name.
There aren't that many Marchildons.
Is that a real gun? - No, it's a lighter.
It's not bad.
I see lots of fake guns on film sets.
This one is very good.
That shows it's a fake. Experts notice these details.
Did you come to show off, or to talk?
The fans want you back.
I came to invite you
to be in the show next season.
You taught of this by yourself?
I don't have much choice.
And you think
if you ask me nicely, I'll come back?
Name your terms.
No. It doesn't work that way.
You won't get her back that easily.
Money can't buy everything.
We have principles in this family.
I don't think it concerns you.
Oh, but it does.
Because... Sherif-Down.BlogSpot.CoM
I'm Angie's new agent.
Really?
Yes. - Yeah.
She's not going to be mistreated any more.
As of now, that's over.
I told her just this morning, I said...
"Angie..." Right? - Yes.
This morning... - We had a chat.
I said, " Don't talk money. Let me do that.
It destroys your beauty."
Fine. How much do you want for your fine principles?
How much? Well. How much.
How much...
Make us an offer and we'll see.
I thought that perhaps... - Forget it.
We won't reach an agreement.
What did I say?
You said, "I thought." We don't need you to think.
Make your best offer and multiply it by two, for a start.
Hey, whoa. Take it easy.
Too bad. I knew it wouldn't work. We can't agree.
So go away. You're not welcome here.
Well! - You and your "Well!"
Kindly fuck off, sir.
No, wait! Surely we can come to an agreement.
No we can't. He doesn't get it.
You can't afford Angie Pontbriand any more.
That's clear, and it doesn't matter.
We've had lots of offers from other TV stations
and we're about ready to sign.
I can match any offer at all, I'm sure of it.
I don't think so, thanks. - How much?
3? 4?
You're wasting my time. Get serious.
5?
6?
7? Listen, will you?
8?
9?
I can't go any higher. I swear. I really can't.
Per episode.
What? That's 900 grand! 900,000! 9! Per episode!
Are you out of your skull?
Oh come on. 900 grand per episode!
Is he for real?
I'm not that dumb. I know 900 grand is for the whole series.
I know that. But we're not interested.
Then what can I do?
Offer other considerations.
Such as? - Such as?
Production shares. - Production shares.
Percentages.
Right to review the scenario. - Right to review the scenario...
Well... I think that can be arranged.
That's not all.
What else?
Full frontal nudity. That's out.
My sister is not a slut.
Okay. How much?
5%.
5% of the fee per episode
where she's completely nude, and that's for the boobs.
10% for the pussy.
But the ass is part of the boob deal.
Yeah. That's all right.
Yeah. Okay for the ass.
Deal?
Yeah, but...
But what?
We need something on account to prove your good faith.
What do you want me to do? Shoot myself? Right.
No, just 50 grand cash. Now.
For God's sake, I don't carry 50 grand around in my pocket!
Besides, I can't hand it over without a contract.
Hey!
Would you take a cheque?
See? You can be nice when you try.
Oh, Ray!
I'll never talk money without you again!
This is only the start, sweetheart. We're on our way!
Here. You drive a hard bargain but let's celebrate.
We must observe the tradition.
You are clinically nuts!
No, Ron, wait!
It's not what you think!
Ron!
No hard feelings, okay?
Okay. No hard feelings.
I'll drop by the office on Monday.
That's right.
We'll both be there Monday.
Yeah. - Yeah. You do that.
Watch out for that step.
Well I'll be damned.
I hope to God he's the last. The cellar's pretty full.
He's dead and it's your fault! - What?
You never fix the house.
You can't even hammer a nail correctly!
Mom was right. You're a loser!
Oh yeah? You didn't think I was a such loser
when I made him give you a cheque for 50 grand!
That cheque would bring the police down on us!
It's gone for good. Wake up!
Hey! What are you doing?
What are you doing!
I...
Were you fucking me?
Damn you, Ray, you were fucking me, you bastard!
I thought you wanted me to.
I wanted you to? - I love you.
How could you think I wanted you to fuck me, you dirty rat!
I wanted to... I didn't want... I'm sorry, Angie.
You're not allowed to! - I love you, Angie.
All the others can jump my bones, but not you!
You're a pig like all the others, Raymond Marchildon!
Every fucking one of them!
Fucker... Damn you!
Don't you fucking dare walk out on me... Ray!
Ray!
Ray, don't leave!
RAY!
Ray! Where are you going?
You can't go away!
You can't leave me all alone, you stinking cheat!
I'll kill you!
I have to go. I have to go away!
No! You have to stay!
I love you, Angie. But I have to leave.
No! I love you too, Ray. - I have to leave.
No. Shh... Little brother. Shh!
I love you!
Oh, Ray!
Ray, you have to stay. Ray!
Don't leave me all alone...
Angie was my sister.
And I know that a long time ago we loved each other.
And on that day, I was beautiful.
In Angie's eyes, I know I was beautiful.
So fuck you all. Sherif-Down.BlogSpot.CoM