" Here we go... ln the beginning, there was land and oceans." "But since life was quite boring, then there was a woman..." "And since that still didn't seem to be enough, there was... a man..." "But the spirit obeys its own laws and sometimes arranges" "that a man and a woman get to meet..." "Yes, all power to the spirit." "Two people meet by chance on a beach." "The sun isn't burning up their skins:" "it's the fires of a budding love!" " What do you do in Montreal?" "I mean, what work?" " Waitress in a bar." "How come you're here?" " l'm studying in Boston, winding up a master's thesis." "I had a few days off, so I came here." "My dad took me here as a kid." "(laughing)" " My dad took us to Beaver Lake!" " Chance meeting of two people destined to be kept apart." "Gilles Larochelle, a scholarly type, raised in the warmth of a wealthy suburb." "And you, Guylaine, a wildflower in a savage city... where the Lords of Evil thrive, going silently about their daily deeds..." "But go on, young lovers, let your sweet chatter fill out the posits of your story..." " What's the subject of your work?" " The title is:" ""The Death of God, ethics and responsibility" ""in the profane conscience."" " Sounds like fun." "I mean, interesting." "What's this thesis really about?" "I get the idea from the title, but give me some details." " Roughly speaking, it's about the death of God." " Okay, sure..." "God is dead..." "When did it happen?" " You could say in the Nineteenth century." " Okay, sure..." " Live out these precious moments." "Human happiness is scarce." "Yes, Guylaine, little wildflower, your new friend dazzles you with unknown words," "but you grasp their strange promise... of a better world..." " By civic responsibility, I mean our responsibility to others!" "I mean it's inconceivable!" " Yes, but think of it..." "Life... makes no sense." " Guylaine, you're..." "You're wonderful..." "Matroni" "MATRONl AND ME" "Matroni" "Matroni et moi" " Shit, Linda, dump him!" "Dump him before he kills you!" " l'll never let that pig paw me again!" "I'll fix his duff!" " That's what you always say!" " This time the bastard'll get it good!" "You bet your ass!" " l trained her well, huh, Jessie?" " What'll you do?" "Matroni" "Matroni" " Réal, deliver this to Gino." "Bastard pays his school taxes before he pays me!" " What a mug!" "Shit, I'm a wreck!" "Baggy eyes..." "He'll find me ugly." "Matroni" "Matroni" "Matroni" "Matroni" "Well?" "Had a good trip?" " Let's face it: a bus is a bus." "It's hard to conceive that you're moving in a bus." "You're in an abstract network of roads..." " Aside from that, not too tired?" " l thought of you the whole trip." "That helped." " How's your thesis coming along?" "You wrote, you'd soon turn it over." " You mean hand it in." "Radically speaking, I guess I did turn it over." "You could say that, yes." "I'm quite excited, my supervisor's pleased." "So am I, at the risk of sounding presumptuous..." " That's what you want to be!" " Presumptuous?" " Yes." " ln a way, you're right." " l'll go get changed." " Guylaine here?" "What's this?" "The Greek says you're quitting your job!" " l'm going back to school." " What?" " Back to college!" " You crazy?" " What can I learn in a bar?" " You're here to earn, not learn!" "A job's a job!" "Cost me a wad to get it for you!" " l'll manage by myself." "Okay, Bob?" "Stop staring at me, dammit!" " Something's going on here!" "Some guy messing with you?" " Gilles, this is my brother Bob." " Delighted, I'm Gilles." " No." "No, no, no." "Nothing's "going on"." " What you gonna do in college?" " Study, Bob." "I'm gonna study." " Why?" " To learn." " To learn what?" "Was it that creep's idea?" " Don't insult Gilles!" " You make ten an hour." "Other joints pay half that!" "No one bugs you, the Greek's a pal of Matroni's, you get lots of gifts..." " l want out of all this, dammit to hell!" "The only way is back to school, learn the 3 R's, like others!" "I need a fresh outlook, new faces, new ideas... (phone ringing)" " Hello?" "Boss?" "..." "What?" "..." "No, I'm in the bar." "Fuckin' phone!" "Yes, Mr Matroni." "Sorry." "Fuckin' TV interference." " Okay, okay..." "We're in a big fuckin' bind!" "Our truck full of bumpers got swiped!" "Vanished." " Who did it?" "Not our guys maybe, huh?" " You gotta find that truck tonight!" "Boyd's waiting for it." " Yes, boss. I gotta find it, shit." " Check the scrap-yards!" " Where?" " Anyone can spot an 18-wheeler!" " Okay, boss." " Tonight!" " Tonight." " Tonight!" " Tonight." " Tonight." " Tonight." " Tonight." "Shit!" " So you're going back to school?" " Don't think I'm not rattled." " l'm sure it'll go fine." " l haven't been to school in a while." "Wasn't like you, my folks didn't exactly encourage it." "(giggling)" "At 15, I asked my dad for money for schoolbooks." "He said: "You gotta work to buy schoolbooks," ""to work you gotta quit school." ""lf you work to buy schoolbooks and aren't in school," ""it's better to work and keep the money!"" " l don't get the posits of the reasoning." " lt's clear as daylight." "My brother Bob quit grade school a year before I did." " Must be hard for Bob to find employment." " No, he does okay, moves right along..." "Mr Matroni." "Well, here's our place." "That's the living-room." "Be right there." "You told your mom you were back?" " l wanted to spend tonight with you." "I'll visit her tomorrow." "Must take guts to get back into all that again." "I mean studying." " You bet it does." " l can see that." " lt really does." " l can see that." " Gilles..." " Yeah?" " l'm glad you're here." " Me too." " l'm sorry." "My fault..." "You okay?" "(phone ringing)" "Hello?" " Guylaine, it's Linda." "I'm hightailing it out of Montreal." " What happened?" " l can't say now." "Tell you later." " Are you okay?" " Don't worry about that." "I'll be at my mom's. I'll call you." " Take good care." " Right." "Big kiss." " Bye." " Tada!" " Oh!" "Sorry." "It weighs a ton!" "(phone ringing)" " Bob here, leave a message." "Keep it short." " Bob, it's Linda." "Bob... okay... I left an envelope for Mr Matroni, with the names of the guys who stole the truck." "It's at my mom's." "Don't look for me..." "I'm gone." "Bob?" "Bob?" "Fuckin' cell-phone!" " Need any help?" " Lost your tongue?" " Let go!" " Answer me!" " You're gonna get it good!" " See, Jessie, she's a real smartass!" "You're gonna give it to me?" " No, not me." " She told the fat pig!" " l bet she blabbed!" "(moaning)" "She fuckin' blabbed, Reg!" "The fat pig and Bob'll be after us." "Fuck the truck." "Let's scram!" " No!" "We're after him now!" "You find Bob." "Leave the truck to me." " Reg, we're small fry." " Small fry?" "Shit, Jessie, we're sitting on half a million!" " You could say that..." "God died when we went from a sacred to a profane society, founded on objective, rational principles." " You told me that in the States..." " Right." "My aim wasn't a historical exposé of profane beliefs, but measuring the shock waves of God's death." "The disappearance of the Supreme Judge!" "A judge who sits above society as a transcendent guarantee of punishment, salvation, retribution... for all of us." " But..." "Do you believe in God?" " l'm interested in our generation." "How we deal with the disappearance of traditional values, especially regarding transcendence." " Sure... transcendence..." " Right..." " l got that..." " Well, in my thesis..." "We know this much:" "if you commit a crime you face human justice." "Okay?" "But for a believer that's not true." "Before human justice, there's the justice..." " Of God!" " Divine!" "That's it!" "What's new is that we're witnessing an atomization of our consciences, a kind of fragmentation of traditional social values." " You're handsome..." " So if a modern criminal can live with his conscience, he escapes guilt by dodging both his conscience" "and human justice." "(dancers screaming)" "(screaming)" " "ln major cities the atomization of destiny" ""applies only to individuals, even the notion..."" "The Chinese railroad industry uses condoms to sheathe its fleet of locomotives." "Indeed Chinese sexuality is so slanted..." "You're falling asleep." " No, I was listening." "But it's tough to concentrate on..." " Sorry..." "I'm completely..." " Gilles..." " Yes?" " l want to lie down beside you." " Yes." " l fixed a bed on the balcony." "It's warm, we can sleep outside." " Sorry, my thesis took over..." " Guess so." " Lovely night." " lsn't it." " A tree is so lovely." "There's a man sleeping under it." "It's such a peaceful place." " Gilles..." " Yes... (moaning and kissing)" " Wait a minute." " What?" " You said there's a man sleeping down there?" "My God, it's... lt's Bob!" "It's my brother Bob!" "Bob!" "Bob!" "Bob..." "Bob!" "What happened?" "You had a fight?" " Fuck... fuck... fuck..." " Fuck what?" "You're eye's half out!" " My head hurts." " Gilles Larochelle, I'm Guylaine's friend." "We met in the bar." " Fuck, my head hurts." "THE DEATH OF GOD" "Some fucker fucked us." " Problems at work!" " A double-cross." "Fuckers swiped a truck." "I gotta deliver it to a big customer by tomorrow." " These fuckin' rackets!" " At school... we had a racquets team." " Linda had a message for me." "An envelope for Mr Matroni." "You seen her?" " She left Montreal." "Dunno where for." " She left an envelope for me at her mom's." "Know where she might live?" " Rosemont, 2032 Ecores St." "Don't go armed!" "Leave your gun here." "Why don't you call" "Mr Matroni?" "He knows more about rackets than you do." " Shit no, this is my job!" "That's why I was fuckin' hired!" " Problems with the brass?" " What did he say?" " l'll handle this, Gilles." " You'd rather be alone with your brother." "If you need me, I'll be on the balcony." "Bob." " Hey, Gilles!" "Stay here, buddy!" "We may need you!" " Leave him out of your scams!" " Mr Matroni has to have that envelope tonight." "Or it'll not be just them double-crossers," "Boyd'll be on our backs, too!" "Gilles looks like a helpful guy." " No, Bob!" " Can't he run a little errand?" " lf it's within his means, he'll do it." " Like taking a message to Mr Matroni." " Bob, I warn you!" " lf they weren't after me, I'd go." " l'll do it then!" " No, don't go in the inner city at night." " Correct!" " Do it fast!" " Bob... uh..." "Just one question, Bob..." " Shoot!" " Could you explain your work, and your relationship with Mr Matroni?" " Like, do I sleep with him?" " No, are you a hood?" "What shit are you into?" " Guylaine!" "Okay, Gilles, look at me!" "Look at me!" "You don't have anything else to do, or put your mind to, but cart a piece of paper from Linda's mom's house to the garage of Mr Matroni." "Get it, Gilles?" "Don't talk!" "Say yes or no." " lt's true, sweetheart." "All you're doing is running an errand." " Sorry, but I can't commit myself and my actions if I don't know what effect they'll have." " Let's quit yakking!" "Mr Matroni's life and mine are in danger!" " ln that case, shouldn't you call the police?" " Fuck, no!" "This guy's a yo-yo!" "The cops show up once the damage is done." "It's too late now, sure as shit!" " Okay, Gilles..." "Go!" "He won't quit bugging us till you do!" " Yes, but..." " Fuck..." " Okay, I'll go." " Don't talk too much to those guys." " Or he may be sorry!" "(dogs barking)" "(man):" "Okay, okay!" " Could I see Mr Matroni, please?" " Who's this now?" " Beg your pardon?" " Who the fuck are you?" " Bob, Guylaine's brother, sent me with a message for Mr Matroni." "Bob couldn't come." "Had a bit of an accident." " Some dude's here." "Bob had an accident." "I'll bring him in." "Over." " Hmm-hmm..." "Hmm..." "Hmm-hmm..." "Hmm..." "Hmm..." "Yeah..." "Hmm..." "Uh-huh..." " A message from Houde's squeeze, lil' Linda." " And lil' Bob sent me." " Bob had an accident." " Bang-bang..." "Scram!" "(Matroni still on the phone)" "(slamming the door)" "Gin?" " Thanks, but no thanks." "Thanks." " Réal, get your ass in here!" " l don't know these guys." " Fuck!" "They're the fuckers who stole Boyd's load!" "Linda gave this to Bob." "Let's grab'em tonight." " l'll do some phoning." " You do that!" "(knocking)" " Hi, again." "I'm sorry, but... I know it's late, and time for a good night's sleep..." "But since the night's half over, best forget it." " Whaddaya want?" " Beg your pardon?" " What?" " lt's about Guylaine, Bob's sister." "Hi." "Thanks." "Well, really..." "Thanks." "Thanks." " What do you want?" " Guylaine has bravely decided to resume the studies she gave up too soon due to her rotten family." "That's another matter, but not unrelated to tonight's events." "Bob isn't a constructive element in Guylaine's delicate transition." " You want...?" " Bob to leave Guylaine alone while she's resuming her university studies." " Montreal University?" " Yes." " What's lil' Guylaine studying?" " First, a diploma in Humanities." "is my request reasonable?" " He's her brother!" " Sure." " You're criticizing me, as you do him!" " Mr Matroni, I didn't come to judge..." " Yes, you did!" "To judge Big Matroni!" "Don't deny it!" "You think Bob and me are criminals who make life hell!" "And stoke its fires!" " That's too simple." " lt's what you think!" " You made a choice, don't expect us to endorse it." " l want people to endorse their own filth." "Prostitution, drugs, tax evasion, scams, counterfeiting..." "Murder!" "All that!" "Who isn't tempted?" " Let me say..." " The difference between you and me:" "guys like you are scared of getting caught!" "I know ways to avoid it!" " You're saying man has criminal tendencies?" "My God, where do we start?" " Well?" " No one seems to know those guys!" "I called every club, all over!" " Fuck!" "I gotta do it myself!" "You don't get me, Réal!" " Okay." " l want their hides, not their cell-phones!" "Or they'll make thongs with our hides!" " So you admit that you and Bob indulge in... illicit activities?" " Do I look like a librarian?" " Beg your pardon?" " Do I look like a librarian?" " Sorry, what are you driving at?" " You talk to me like I'm a book!" " Yes, and..." " "Yes, and..."" " ls Gilles back?" " No." " Maybe he slept at his university." " lt's not a hotel, Bob!" " Tell me when he's back." " Sure." "(peeing)" " Beware, Mr Matroni..." "There's an ethical revolution going on." "Now people only live with their consciences as best they can, or as they wan't to." "That's the prospect of the next millennium." "(flushing the toilet)" "What's in store for us?" "A multiplicity of ethics?" "Many moralities?" "How many divergent moralities can co-exist?" "I ask you!" "is morality like a coat or a car's brakes?" "What's on the horizon?" "The war of consciences?" " l've got a conscience, too!" " Got any alcohol-free?" " Some deals you do, some you don't!" "I say, hands off the family." " Remarkable." "You admit you've got a kind of work ethic." "Isn't that real problem of our society?" "Justice has become so fragmented, it's no longer universal." " Who said life was just?" " Okay, everyone doesn't get the same chance in life." "But beyond that argument which is, I'm sorry, a bit sophomoric, men form organized groups to act on the nature of things." " To each his thrill!" " The thrill, right." "To you, it's a kind of transgression, a way of restoring a lost contact with the divine." "A way to check if God's picking up the phone!" "Crime as a transition!" "Quite an image!" "You're a kind of priest, a priest officiating here... lt's an amusing image..." " Holy Christ!" " lf the choices Guylaine and I made disagree with yours, we'll have to reach a compromise..." " l'll tell you what happened... with Steve Gaudreau." " Okay, Steve Gaudreau" " Shut up!" "Shut the fuck up!" "Please!" " Hmm-hmm." "Okay." " Steve wasn't straight with us." "Steve kept a cut of the dope, and sold it on the side." "Steve was our sales-manager for the eastern part of the state." "I remember, it was around Easter." "That's why he was walking on eggs!" "(laughing)" "(grunting)" "(italian opera)" " Okay, we're ready, Mr Matroni." " Steve... looked silly in his undies and leatherette boots." "Claimed innocence a few minutes, then howled." "Like a baby." " He was sorry he betrayed you?" " He was worried about what we'd do to him." "You weren't straight with us!" "You've done it for 2 years!" "Personally, I didn't want to touch his son." "One of his sons even worked for us." "But what can you do?" "Harry Mastata likes to clean house." "(italian opera)" " You can't blame a son for his dad's doings." " That's why I only wanted to weight Steve." " "Weight" him?" " Or else... the body floats." "I did the right thing." "I didn't make Steve's son pay for his dad." "That's was my conscience acting." " Mr Matroni, I'd still like Bob to leave Guylaine alone." "No need to weight anyone here." " Okay, okay." "I'll talk to Bob:" "you brought me the message." "Now let Mr Matroni do some thinking." " Sure." " Wait a minute." "Kiss lil' Guylaine for me." "Take her to Beaver Lake." " No really, don't..." " Sure." "Now beat it, fella." "Come, Rescue!" " Good luck, sir." "(dogs barking)" " Come, Rescue!" "Tania!" " Gilles!" "You were gone long. 3 hours!" " My dear friends!" "What an instructive night!" "Hi, Bob, my pal!" "Hi, there!" " So?" "How did it go with Big Matroni?" " We had a very interesting conversation." "We left a few things dangling, but it was a good first contact." " And the last I hope!" " You gave him the envelope?" " An envelope, yes." " Yes or no?" " A message, yes." " Fuck, Guylou!" " Want something?" "A beer?" " With pleasure." " You been drinking?" " We had a snort of gin." " You're not used to it, be careful." " Bye, lovebirds." "Thanks for the errand." "I'll tell the Greek, you're not sure..." " Tell him to forget me!" " lf you weren't my sister, shit, anytime..." " You pig, don't make me think of it!" " What a void!" " What did you say?" " l said:" "what a void!" "Such immensity!" " Lovely night!" " Yes." "When I was a kid, my mom's uncle told me how the stars get up in the sky at night." "He said:" "every night, someone, we don't know who, gathers all the stars in his hand, and shakes them like dice... then throws them out into space." "That's why every night, the stars aren't exactly where they were before," "and sometimes, they fall to Earth... into the eyes of little girls like you." "And make them sparkle!" " Gilles..." " lt's so nice to be with you again." " But I wish Bob hadn't laid his crooked deals on us." " On the contrary." " How did you make out with Big Matroni?" " We chatted." "I asked him to keep Bob out of your new life." " No, stay out of that!" "Forget that world." "Their life is so cheap!" " There's no heart." " That's it." "No souls!" "They're animals, not men." " No, I'm the one with no heart." "But tonight I understood life!" " Why say you don't have a heart?" " One can't live by thought alone." "You have to embrace life and raise it to the stars." " What does that mean?" "I think... you have to think and act." "Sometimes... it's actually better to think before you act." "(spitting)" "(tires screeching)" " Bob, it's me, Matroni!" " Boss!" " Bob..." " Yeah?" " This envelope came from you?" " From Linda." " lt has the names of the guys who screwed us?" " That's what she said." "She wanted you to have them." " You didn't monkey with it?" " l never touched it, boss." "I swear!" " Never swear!" " "Here are fruits, flowers, leaves and branches," ""and my heart that beats only for you." ""On your young breast let me rest my head," ""that still reels from your last kisses."" "That's Verlaine." " You said rest my what?" " l said "rest my head"." " No, you didn't." " What?" " No, you said "rest my hide."" "(laughing)" " l said that?" " Yes." " A slip. I'm tired." " You're tired, my little duckie..." "(banging on door)" "(Bob):" "Guylou!" "(banging on the door)" " Where is he?" " Where is he?" " Scotch!" "Ice!" "A drop of water!" " Hey!" " Get it, Guylaine!" " Drink it, it'll help us all!" " Thanks, girl." "Gilles, my boy... lt was Linda who gave you this envelope?" " To be exact, her mother gave it to me earlier tonight." " Where is lil' Linda?" " She split, and I won't tell you where to." " Boss, I told you I touched nothing." " Nothing?" " Nothing." " Fuckin' Christ!" " My chair!" " He'll repay you, Guylou." " Someone's shoveling shit!" "Bob..." "You're tapdancing behind my back!" "Martin Heidegger and Baruch Spinoza don't work for the Ontario gang, the Vermont gang, or for us!" "They don't exist!" "They're fuckin' ghosts!" " Boss, it wasn't me!" " You were a smalltime bum when I picked you up!" "You were dead!" "Dead!" "I gave you a life when you got out of jail!" "I gave you your first stolen car!" "When Guylaine needed a job, I found one!" " That's right." " This is how you thank me?" " Mr Matroni!" "(screaming)" "Bob isn't involved in any aspect of this betrayal." " No fancy lingo!" "I'm in no mood for translation!" " Bob didn't do it." "I changed the names in the envelope." " Where's the other note?" " Beg your pardon?" " The first note with names on it?" " l was expecting that." " Stay out of it, darling." "Give him the note!" " Two things:" "one, I don't have the original note." "Two, if I did, I wouldn't give it to you." " You little fuck!" " To sum up:" "Bob asked me to deliver a message fatal to two men." "Can I wash my hands of a double murder by saying I'm only a messenger?" "My conscience says no." " Fella... I don't know what you want, or who you work for." "But trust me, you're not in our league." "Give me that note and the matter's closed." "But do it now!" "Now!" " Gilles... lt's in both our best interests to give it to him!" " But that's not the point!" "Quite a few of us today refuse to compromise!" "Things are rotten!" "We must do our personal best!" "Some have given up at 30, others feel they can set things right!" " Hey!" " You can't stand for certain values, and then pretend they're being respected!" " Hey!" " We're all against mobsters, but no one dares to..." " Shut up!" "Shut yer fuckin' yap!" "You've bent my ears long enough!" "Want me to bend yours?" "Give me that note!" " You won't shoot." " No?" "Why not?" " lf you kill me, the secret dies with me." " And for the secret?" " You keep Bob out of Guylaine's new life..." " You got it!" " And you surrender to the law and testify against your partners." " Listen, kid." "I'm too old for a new life." "And the courthouse is closed now." " Gilles, you can't fight organized crime all alone!" " Heard of the butterfly effect?" "One butterfly's wings, beating at the end of the earth, can change a continent's climate!" " Who says you're that butterfly?" "What crap we're talking!" "Gilles darling, don't spoil everything!" " You want money?" " You can't buy self-esteem!" "You have principles and defend them, or you don't and you're not free!" " You want to save the lives of those two guys, but if others get killed, what's the point?" "If they shoot my brother Bob, then you, then me!" "They've already picked the spot by now!" " You wanted no involvement." "All right, all right." "Tell me where the note is, we'll get it." "You didn't even deliver it." " Give us the note, you fuckin' dickhead!" " Bob!" " Shut up!" "Christ, you got no class!" "Behave, goddamit!" " Mr Matroni, if someone's threatening you, why not call the police?" " Okay, okay... I've got a connection in the police." "At their HQ." "I'd give them the names, but I'd need to have them." "Right away." "Now!" "Or someone, dunno who or when, is headed for a shallow grave!" "Listen to me, toothface!" "I mean, fuck, what the fuck are you up to?" "Do I look like a toon?" "Do I look like a fuckin' toon?" " Fuck!" " Do I look like a toon?" " Mr Matroni..." "Shush..." "Mr Matroni..." "Take the gun out of his face." "He's gonna pass out!" " Guylaine, my sweet..." "The whole point of the exercise, is that the guy with the gun in his face, doesn't think it's fun." "Not pleasant at all." "He's gotta beg for his mom!" "You follow me?" "Who is it?" " A car." " l know that, for chrissakes!" " Some guy, he's alone." " What's he up to?" " Not a damn thing." " Anyway... if you ratted to the cops," "you'll be sorry!" " l bow to your thinking." " Plain talk, fella!" " l put the contents of that envelope in a mailbox." " Mailbox?" "Where?" " l had no stamp, so I addressed it to the DA in Ottawa." " Ottawa!" "Shit!" " Wait, Bob!" "They don't collect mail before 7 AM!" " What mailbox?" " Corner of Samson and St. Catherine..." " Good!" "Good!" "No, no..." "Those streets don't meet!" " Sorry." "Davidson and St. Catherine." " Bob, go get the mailbox!" " The whole box?" " Fuckin' right!" "You can't take 'em apart, Christ!" " Here." " Thanks." " Guylaine sweetie, get sandwiches from the Greek." " l'm not the maid!" "You go get 'em!" " Guylaine..." "Sweetmeat... there's times for feminist matters, and times when things have to move!" "Like now!" "I have to stay with this gent." "Who's left as a gofer?" "That means you fetch the sandwiches!" " l'll be right back." "Don't move!" " You bet he won't!" " Hey!" "Hey!" "Help me, you guys!" "Hey!" "Here, towelheads!" "Or I'll plug you!" "Grab your end!" "(man):" "Where's Matroni?" "(men arguing)" " l have no idea where's Matroni." " Answer the question!" "(arguing)" " Can I go to the bathroom, sir?" " Piss with the door open." "(sound of peeing)" "Hey!" "Come on, come on!" "Freeze!" " Now beat it!" " Hey!" "Hey!" "Where you going?" " Gotta puke." "(car engine starting)" " Fuck him!" " Gilles, you need a ride?" "Gilles, don't run!" "You're no athlete!" "Stop, you'll twist an ankle!" " Dad, leave me alone!" " After him!" "(tires screeching)" "Hey!" "Wait, you dumb fuck!" " Okay, I'll get in!" " Forgotten your principles?" "You're acting human tonight!" "(laughing)" " Step on it, Bob!" " Studies going okay?" " They're pleased with me." " Where are we headed?" " The guys following us are criminals." " Oh yeah?" "They work for the government?" " Do we still need him?" "I've got the mailbox." " You meathead!" "Sure he didn't lie?" "Are those names inside?" " Good point, boss!" "Good point!" " Meddled in someone's business?" " No, in business that concerns me." " "For he who gets nosey," ""life's never rosy."" " All I need is your old-fart wisdom!" " You're not driving a bobsled, it's a fuckin' car!" " They built these streets too narrow!" " You a city-planner?" " We're getting nowhere, Dad." " About time we talked about that!" " He got a car that only turns left?" "Now you're stuck!" "Back up!" "(gun shots )" "(gun shot)" "Shit!" "Shit!" "Shit!" "(gun shot)" " Good shot, boss!" "Good shot!" " Fuck!" "Fuck!" "(screaming and laughing)" " lt's me, Mr Matroni!" "Gilles?" "Gilles?" "Gilles!" " Hey!" "Hey!" " Fuck!" " You keep going, Gilles." "I'm done for, you run for it!" " You sound like a bad war movie!" " Hey!" "Okay!" "That's enough!" "The stock-car race is over!" "Who are you?" " My dad." "He's no part of it." "Let him go!" " "Let him go!" What language!" " Let's see your id!" ""Robert Larochelle." What were you doing?" "Not taking your son to lunch?" " Now that you mention it..." " You making fun of me?" "!" " l'm just a bit tipsy." "Gilles' mom gave me Guylaine's address." "I came to say good-bye before my trip." "I waited for sunrise." " Let's move it!" "Everyone in the car!" " Hurry!" " Let's go, Bob!" " Mr Matroni..." " What?" " We got a problem." " What?" " The mailbox..." " What about it?" " Got damaged in the move!" " Fuck!" "Fuck!" "Fuck!" " You known my boy long?" " Enough to regret it!" " Mea culpa." "Mea maxima culpa!" " There'll be more envelopes on other streets." " You deserve a medal, Bob!" " May I ask you... what kind of fish you fry?" " ls that an expression?" " Uh-huh." " l run a few garages and their facilities." " Mr Matroni, right?" " Hmm-hmm." " You're of Italian descent?" " Yes, via my parents." " Beautiful country!" "At Gilles' age, instead of reading fine print, I worked up a routine of Italian songs." "It did me some good with young ladies." " You a singer?" " No, lawyer." "A singer, but without music!" "(singing in Italian)" "And let's not forget... (singing in Italian)" "Help me..." "How do you say in Italian... refreshments...?" " l don't speak Italian!" "Grab those letters!" " lt's the last one, boss." " Great, Bob!" " Nice team work, Mr Matroni." " You're a lawyer?" " Uh-huh." " A defence lawyer?" " Yes." " Larochelle, that it?" " Yes." " Did you defend Desmarteaux?" " Yes, a black murderer." " Pleased to meet you, sir!" "You did him well!" "We read all about it:" "you put up a good fight." " Thank you." "Gilles!" " Hey!" "(gun shot)" " When most boys reach puberty and discover the joys of masturbation, my son wrote rude letters to the Finance Minister." "(laughter)" " About what?" " The evils of tax havens!" " Sick boy!" " He thought the Minister'd get them!" "Gin and tonic?" "He worried about the GNP, instead of pulling his weenie!" "(laughter)" " Feels good to take a piss!" "Right, kid?" " All aboard." "(tires screeching)" " Hey, Mr Matroni..." "The guys you're looking for..." " What?" " l saw them in the Greek's place." " What did they look like?" " Two bums." " Aside from that?" " How would I know, they wore masks!" " Right!" " What does that mean?" " The guy who jumped me wore a mask!" " You're both a great help!" "Move, you!" "You, too!" " Pretty dull evening." "My son belongs to a generation that took social matters too seriously." "For 3 centuries, French-Canadians were amazingly practical." "But as they grew richer, their minds found time to dabble in abstractions and politics." "A pile of shit!" "Mao had the right idea:" "put 'em to work on farms!" " Shit, what a couple of yakkers!" " They all have stamps!" " Keep at it!" " No, I'm telling you." " Do I have to do it myself?" " lt's you they want!" " You're naive!" "You don't know those guys!" "They'll burst in and spray bullets!" "They'll kill us all!" "If Boyd finds us before I find his truckload of bumpers, he'll burn the neighbourhood!" " Did you put that envelope in the mailbox?" "Answer, it's desperate!" " Yes..." "FRANK BO YD (Western gang)" " What's got into you?" " What?" " What are you up to?" " Making peace with myself." " By having a gun stuck in your face?" " lf necessary, yes." " What's your angle here?" "Why cover for those guys?" " Nothing and everything!" " What does that mean?" "You stand for a new moral order?" " ln a way, yes." " You're out of date, son." "Morality's dead." "This is the age of self-interest." "You weren't raised by monks!" "The religious empire!" "I grew up under a spiritual dictatorship, there was no room to think." "It took me and my classmates years to get out of it, to develop freer thinking!" "You want to put God back in charge!" " Not Catholic morality!" "Not that straightjacket!" " Where does Matroni fit in?" " lt's weird." "To you, the death of two men is a trivial accident!" "I see it as the death of my own humanity!" " How many in your suicide squad?" " Shit!" "Fucker of a dog Matroni's screwed us over." " What do we do, Mr Boyd?" " Shit!" "We're gonna make him eat those bumpers one at a time." "It's the last time is ever fucking with me again!" "He's dead meat!" " They're not in there!" "Give me those names!" "Tell me or I'll cream you!" " Tell him!" " Mr Matroni..." " Yes, sir." " l've done a few things for your community." "Let me try to straighten out my son." " l get it, no need to spell it out." "Watch the back staircase." "Guylaine, to your room!" " Go fuck yourself!" " What was that?" " l'm going, Mr Matroni." " l'll be in your debt, sir." "You'll get all my legal work from now on." " That's too much!" " No, no." "No." " Gilles..." "My guts are a mess." " ln what way?" " l drank like a fish all my life." "I don't regret it." " l didn't expect you to." " Let me give you the facts." "I've got 6 to 12 months." " You're doomed?" " Yes." " Sorry." " That's what I came to tell you." " Now you have." " lf you were furthering life, you'd have my blessing." "It's more like suicide." "I'll negotiate an exit for Guylaine, you, and me." "Then we head for Ogunquit." "You were so happy there as a kid." "Tell them what they want to know." " That's not possible." " Phone!" "(phone ringing)" " Hello?" " Guylaine, it's me, Linda." " Linda, where are you?" " Guylaine... ls Mr Matroni there?" " Yes, why?" " He's there!" " Yes!" " Guylaine, beat it!" " Linda!" "Linda!" "Gilles, my pal Linda may be half dead by now!" "Can't we just be happy together?" "Don't twist everything." "You don't run this world!" "Can't you see?" "Or do you have a heart of stone?" " Guylaine..." " Gilles..." "Give us the names!" " l can't... I threw them away!" " You did?" "No, you never throw anything away." "You kept your term papers!" "(chuckling)" "Mr Matroni?" " Here!" "Bob!" " Martin Heidegger and Baruch Spinoza." " They don't exist, he made 'em up!" " They no longer exist." "Anagrams no doubt." "He took the names of your gang members, made new names with the letters." "We did that in college." " Then I'd remember the names." " He forgot them." "They teach that secrecy is a virtue in prep schools." "To prepare them for government work!" " How do these... granagrams work?" " So we can find the names." " Stop spouting crap, and explain it!" " lt's easy, Mr Matroni." "Play with the letters:" "you'll find their names." " l got no time for scrabble!" " Yep?" " Mr Boyd, this is Reggie Houde." "We got the 18-wheeler." " You've got the truck?" "Where's Matroni?" " lt'd take too long." "Matroni screwed you." "But..." "We know where he is." " How much?" " Not much." " When?" " Now." "Corner of St. Catherine and Préfontaine!" "You get both:" "the truck and the slob!" " The briefcase with the cash will be behind the Beaux Arts museum," "in a blue container." " Thanks, Mr Boyd." " Thanks, Reggie." " Yes!" "We've got a guardian angel!" " U..." " OU..." " H..." " Hl..." " O" " OU..." " HOU..." " DE..." " H O U D E!" " Houde!" " Reggie Houde, Linda's pal." " That fucker!" "I knew he was a grabby bastard!" "S..." "S..." "Iss... I..." "E..." "lSSE..." "J..." " Jessie..." " Jessie..." " Jessie Saspino!" "Those two are gonna lick my smelly balls!" " What do we do, boss?" " Now we know who they are." " But they don't know we know!" " Yeah." "(phone ringing)" " Uh..." " A wrong number?" " No, they found out what they wanted!" "Bob, got your gun?" " Yes, boss." " Not in here!" "Get out!" " Guylaine, Mr Matroni is having fun!" "Don't argue!" " Okay, pops and grannie!" "Get inside!" "Storm's brewing!" "Thanks." " Boss, the truck!" " Get down!" " "O beautiful tree of learning!" ""Useless bough, casting shade on shadows!"" " Who said that?" " Paul Valery." " He'll get a load on his shadows!" " Christ, boss." " Soon it's gonna rain!" " Dad..." "Do you really have cancer?" " Gilles, I never want you to think that life isn't worth living." " You have cancer, Mr Larochelle?" " Yes." "Robert Larochelle has started his last climb." " Fuck!" "Fuck!" " Fuck, boss!" " Dad!" "Get down!" " Mr Larochelle!" " Gilles..." "Be true, son." "Be honest, but above all, be supreme." "The farce is over..." " Mr Larochelle!" "No!" " Aaah!" " Die, you fucking dog Matroni." "Now I'm gonna take all your vino." "Salute, fucker!" "Let's get the fuck out of here, Johnny." "(tires screeching)" " They killed him!" " lt's what he wanted." "Anyone could see that!" " l'll call an ambulance!" " Let's beat it!" "Cops'll be here any minute!" " Good thinking!" " Dad, can you hear me?" " Yes, son." "Come closer." "To make a gin-and-tonic, the tonic mustn't be lukewarm..." "Two ice-cubes..." "Then you'll taste your soul..." "The soul that lurks in a perfect gin-and-tonic..." "The soul of high peaks..." "Breathe in their clear air..." "Live life to the fullest, it's over so fast... I'm headed for the highest peaks." "I've a tree rooted in my heart and its sap tastes of... gin-and-tonic..." "A gin..." "A gin..." " Here..." " Yeah..." " Don't talk." " l'm not talking... I'm dreaming..." " Dad?" "Dad?" " ls he dead?" " Yes." " Close his eyes fast." "Or they'll jam." " They won't close." " What?" " l can't do it." " They've got springs in them!" " So it goes..." "On the silent blacktop, the father dies, arms outstretched..." "Soon to be drowned out by the sounds of everyday life, of anonymous footsteps." "Ivan Matroni you're already back at your sorry trade..." "Guylaine, little wildflower, you're sharing your new friend's grief..." "And you, Gilles, even if you've died a little today, who knows how your ideals will fare?" "Who says idealism is dead?" "(laughing)" "Subtitles:" "A. Whitelaw for Kinograph" "DVD subtitling:" "CNST, Montreal" "Matroni" "Matroni et moi" "Matroni" "Matroni et moi" "Matroni" "Matroni et moi" "Matroni et moi" "Matroni et moi" "Matroni" "Matroni et moi" "Matroni" "Matroni et moi" "Matroni" "Matroni et moi" "Matroni et moi" "Matroni et moi" "Et moi" "Et moi"