- Hey, Ron, it's Patrick from Montreal.
- Patrick, you're on the air. What can l do for you, buddy?
- l heard this rumour
that the Toronto team might be sold to Houston!
- That... that rumour, not!
- Listen, l know it's 100% accurate information.
lt comes directly out of the mouth of my brother-in-law.
- Don't give me the brother-in-law, don't give me the cousin!
The taxi driver, the bartender,
UncIe Mike, my brother-in-Iaw.
Your brother, your cousin...
Who cares about the buIIshit?
The reaI rumour is, a bIoody team from Canada
wiII be soId to the U.S.
(buzzing)
But it's not Vancouver, Calgary, Deadmonton, Taranna, Montreal.
- Yeah, well, you know, Ron,
since the lockout things have been going--
- Lockout? What lockout?
What's the problem with the lockout?
(buzzing)
- You know, Mr. Buttman,
with all that cheap American crap like cheerleaders and mascots and--
- Yeah, you're right about that.
Don't hate the cheerleaders, but l can't stand the mascots.
Can't stand the mascots, with the tail and the frou-frou.
Can't stand the mascots! You want to know what else?
- What? - ln the end, who cares?
Because of the lockout,
we've got ourselves a final between Montreal and Toronto.
Yahoo! So don't believe the rumours
a Canadian team is moving south. (man coughing)
But it's the end!
The beginning of the end. Finito, kaput, the end.
Thanks a lot. Next caller.
- What's going on here?
What is this? Why am I tied up?
What am I doing here?
What did I do?
- That's the probIem, Ben.
You didn't do anything.
- You know I tried to heIp.
You know that, right?
Right?
You know...
I didn't want to drop you...
Let me go, we'II work things out.
Untie me!
Let's heIp each other, eh?
You were Iike a brother to me!
- Shhh-shhh-shhh... - Ah!
What are you doing?
Where are you?
- Shhh-shhh-shhh...
The game's on.
- Ah...!
- ... a new highpoint in Canadian hockey history.
The Holt Cup final between the Toronto Loyalists and the Montreal Patriotes.
The referee is ready to drop the puck. And the game is on!
(radio): Toronto's never looked sharper,
the European refs have never looked duller! Which leaves Montreal.
Remember when Montreal had Frenchies that could score?
Well, those days are long gone.
- Well, thanks, Tom, for your usual amazing insights
into our national psyche.
Frenchies that can score, eh? Europeans?
What a country this is on a fine day in May!
- Hey, bud! Morning!
- Ahem.
No food.
- Where you going? - Back to my room.
- You're not hungry? I got some great new cereaI.
- I'm not in the mood for shredded cardboard right now, thanks.
- So, Jonathan, how was Iast night?
The DJ thing.
- It was good.
- Yeah? You had fun? - Uh-huh.
- Morning, boys! - I've got this thing at work.
It may be overnight, so Auntie Iris is here, okay?
- Hey, hey! - Hey!
- But I'm hoping that won't Iast too much Ionger.
I'm hoping to be a DJ man myseIf, you know?
- What's that?
- DJ man! (imitating a turntabIe sound)
- Oh, God...
- Desk job, get it?
Desk job? Heh!
- Yeah...
- Jay, come on, where you going?
TeII me something good, pIease, after that.
- Okay, Iast night I was spinning. - Yeah?
- Everyone was going crazy!
PeopIe were on the tabIes! - HeII, yeah, they were.
- So the next guy went up after me, but no one reaIIy Iiked him,
so they caIIed me back, 'cause they wanted me.
- Nice. The girIs must've been aII over you.
- Uh, yeah.
There was a redheaded girI...
- A redheaded girI?
- Yeah...
- Just asking.
- You know what?
Jay, Iet's go grab some breakfast.
Outta here, you know? Me and you,
shoot the shit. - Okay.
- Give me the juicy detaiIs... Get your stuff.
- See ya!
How do you do that?
I can't get a fuII sentence out of him.
- Come on, brother.
He's 15.
You're his dad. - I suppose so.
- lt's 22 degrees in Montreal...
Hey, did you see last night's game?
Toronto isn't giving up, so, hey, Patriotes,
show us your stuff and bring home the Cup.
- Oh... You're here. Wow.
Aren't you sweet.
- Good morning...
to aII of you.
- Jerk.
- Daddy!
- Hi, sweetie.
- Did a bad guy do that to you?
- Daddy met someone even more hard-headed than Mommy.
- You're funny.
Good morning, sweetie. Did you sIeep weII?
- Oh, French toast!
Thank you, Daddy! - My pIeasure.
- Daddy, I have something to ask you.
- Ah, okay.
What's up?
- Can I get my beIIybutton pierced? (Coughing)
- Excuse me?
I want to pierce my beIIybutton.
- What did Mommy say?
- She didn't even try with me.
- Let me think about it and we'II taIk Iater.
- You're not cooI.
- WouId you pIease go upstairs to my pIace and get some miIk?
- I toId my friends you were the cooIest father.
- Of course!
- Your cooI thing is not going to work.
Go get the miIk, pIease. Thank you.
- You can get your face sown up once a week
but I can't get my beIIybutton pierced! - I didn't say no,
I said your mother and I wiII taIk about it
and then she'II teII me what we've decided.
- You're not funny.
- Now go get the miIk
or I personaIIy wiII pierce your naveI.
(GabrieIIe Iaughing)
Go on. - Okay, okay.
- BeIIybutton piercing...
What's wrong?
- Nothing. It's just that if you couId be Iike that
for more than 10 minutes at a time, we might stiII be married.
- Come on...
CouId be worse.
Some coupIes don't even get 10 minutes.
- Yes, but in between those 10 minutes
there's aIways the job,
women, the job,
your paIs, hockey,
the job... (Hockey anthem phone ring)
the phone.
- Bouchard.
Yeah?
No, come on, it's my day off.
- See what I mean?
- AII right, aII right. I'm on my way.
I have to go.
But Iet's taIk about this again reaI soon.
- Say, when GabrieIIe goes to university?
- Is it that urgent?
- Don't forget your daughter's baIIet recitaI.
- HonestIy!
Do you actuaIIy think I'd forget something Iike that?
Suzie?
- Huh?
- When is it?
- At 4:00.
How do you expect me to find another man?
It's hard enough having one chiId, Iet aIone two.
- Don't say that. You'II find somebody.
Come on, you've stiII got great tits.
- Run aIong now, go pIay cops and robbers,
your IittIe paIs are waiting.
- Jesus Christ, who's the idiot that had the road bIocked?!
It took me two hours to get to my own crime scene!
For you, today I am DETECTIVE Dave!
- Martin Ward.
- David Bouchard.
- Enchanté.
- Enchantay!
Hey, we got somebody that can spick de French.
(Iaughter)
I guess he's the victim?
- We can't cIassify him as a victim yet,
but we can say he's had a bit of a rough night.
Not much bIood, though.
- WeII, it's been fun. Good Iuck, guys.
- Hey, where you going?
- Back home.
This is obviousIy your case.
- What do you mean, our case? It's very cIearIy your case!
- How do you figure that?
His feet are on your side.
- ExactIy. His head is on your side. What's your point?
- My point?
If you pIay footbaII or tennis or whatever,
you step over the Iine, you're out.
Okay, boys. We're out of here.
- May I remind you that in the 100-yard-dash,
it's the head and chest that break the tape.
In horse racing, it's by a nose.
As you can see, the subject was a true Quebecer.
- Do I need a passport?
- His heart is in Quebec.
And he's got Ontario up his ass.
- Excuse me?
- I just said his ass beIongs to you.
- Okay.
We'II take it from here.
Get me a Iadder.
- A Iadder!
- Whoa!
Don't move him.
- How can I? He's indented in the sign.
- Never mind. Let's just get this over with.
- What's this? - Be carefuI not to move anything.
Ah! - Ah!
- CarefuI!
- Ah, shit.
- Ah!
Idiot!
(creaking)
Ahhhh!
Argh...
(groaning)
Good morning.
- Hey, nice turtIeneck. It's reaIIy you.
What the fuck is squarehead doing here?
- David, you know Martin, of course,
and this is his boss, Brian MacDuff from the OPP.
- PIeasure to meet you.
- Yeah, I'm sure. You wanna teII me why the heII I'm here this earIy?
- You wanna taIk, Brian?
- No, no. It's yourjurisdiction.
- No, no, no, I insist.
- Okay.
We know that the victim is from MontreaI.
- We know...
the victim...
is from MontreaI.
- We don't know for sure yet if it's a murder and if it is,
where the murder victim comes from.
- But we don't know for sure yet
if it's a murder,
or, if it is,
where the murderer comes from.
- So Captain LeBoeuf and I thought this wouId be a great opportunity...
- So we thought, Captain Leboeuf and I,
this wouId be a great...
opportunity...
- It's okay, Chief. I understand EngIish.
- Oh, shit... Okay.
It's okay.
David... can EngIish.
He can EngIish.
He can...
- Oh! - Yes!
- Okay, weII, go ahead, then.
- Okay, I go, I go.
So we thought it was a good hoppor...
- Opportunity.
- It was a good...
- Opportunity. - Hopportunity to be...
- You may speak French, Captain.
- Ah, for fuck's sake...
- You speak French?
- No, not reaIIy.
I had a smaII gadget instaIIed in my brain
and I see subtitIes under peopIe when they speak.
Yes, I speak French.
I was in enriched French at Upper Canada CoIIege.
- Upper what?
- I aIso Iived in Paris for a year.
- Ah, that's why you're such a snobby pain in the ass.
- Hey...
- Right.
Thing is, we want to show the RCMP
that they can't have the whoIe pie.
- No, no. Okay...
- And that if we can cooperate, it wouId be very good
for our image
and next year's budgets.
- Yes!
So untiI further notice, you're...
... partner.
- You've got to be kidding. - This is a joke.
- Listen to me, you!
Based on what SyIvain toId me yesterday,
I'd worry more about getting suspended than who's my new partner.
So if I were you I'd just shut my hoIe
and soIve this case as fast as possibIe.
- I just went through a rough one.
I can't work with this cIown! - Just do it, Martin.
You want that desk job, don't you?
(phone ringing)
- Grossbut.
- Beno¡t Brisset is dead. - Excuse me?
- His body was found at the Ontario border.
- When?
- We don't have much information yet.
- That's not possibIe.
Everyone Iiked Brisset.
- Did he have any problems with his clients?
- No, I don't think so, but I'm not famiIiar with aII his cases.
If he had a probIem with a cIient, I'm sure he'd have toId me.
- No doubt, you've known each other a long time.
- Long enough. We started working together on the FIeur de Lys.
- That's true.
- And we've been together ever since.
Has the famiIy been notified?
- l have no idea...
- If I can do anything...
- l'll get back to you if l hear anything.
- Thank you.
- Hi, MicheI.
I've been waiting for you. - Ah!
- That had to hurt.
- Benoît Brisset, 46.
RecentIy made partner
at Grossbut, CanueIsberg, Tiernyskovitch & Brisset.
Divorced, no kids.
Three condos.
One's in Boca, one in Nice. Works 75 hours a week,
which I gather for MontreaI is a Iot.
No known mob Iinks.
Member of Le Mirage GoIf CIub.
Drives a Cherokee. Anything eIse you want to know?
- Is he circumcised?
- Yes.
- Jeff, meet my counterpart from the OPP, Martin Ward.
- Nice to meet you.
- SaIut.
- I know at first gIance he Iooks Iike a gay accountant.
But beIieve it or not, he's not an accountant.
- Gotcha.
- Are you abIe to determine-- - The height he feII from?
Depends on the speed of the heIicopter.
- Who said anything about a heIicopter?
- Me, I couId've sworn I just said heIicopter.
You see, an airpIane goes too fast.
He'd be cut in two, without your heIp.
A faiIed parachute wouId stiII be attached.
HangIider straps are too compIicated.
You reaIIy have to want to kiII yourseIf.
The air-baIIoon festivaI hasn't started yet.
If it was a stork, he wouId've been caught
in a 46-year traffic jam. So, heIicopter.
But to repIy to your question, 80 metres max.
Or 236 feet, 4 and 7/8s inches for you.
An inert body in free faII goes at 30 metres a second.
Looking at this mess, I'd say a minimum of 25 and a max of 80.
My feeIing is that it's not 60. At 30 meters a second,
the faII wouId take exactIy 2 seconds.
And that's too round a figure. I just don't feeI it.
Nothing in Iife shouId be so precise.
Maximum 80 metres.
- What about this?
- What's tattoo in EngIish?
- Tattoo. - Tattoo? A tattoo? That's random.
2 T's and 2 O's,
yet it's the Iong A that you pronounce.
- Why is there bIood?
- How wouId you feeI after a 200 feet faII?
And a tattoo can take up to 10 days to heaI.
- I'd say this tattoo was fresher than that.
A few hours at the most, it had hardIy started to heaI.
''Pantutti'' for you.
- Then why-- - Why didn't this part bIeed?
He started it 2 months ago and he just finished it yesterday?
Bad answer. Ontario's turn to repIy. Too Iong!
It's the opposite.
The part that bIed was done whiIe he was stiII aIive.
The other part was done after he was kiIIed,
you can teII by the pigmentation.
He was dead before the faII, because there's aIso this.
The coaguIation of this wound
corresponds to that of the tattoo.
The wounds from the faII are more recent,
the patterns are different.
- So he was dead before he feII.
But why a tattoo?
A signature?
- Makes sense.
A tattoo doesn't fit his character. You don't wear $5,000 Armani suits,
get made a Iaw partner, go get a tattoo.
- Why not?
- Not very cIassy.
- AngeIina JoIie has tattoos.
- My point exactIy. The reaI question is why a fIeur de Iys with a scaIe?
- Mm-hmm.
- I couId give you a thousand reasons.
- One wouId do. - Hmm.
- Maybe we shouId go ask his partners. Thanks, Jeff.
- If I come up with anything, I'II caII you.
- Sorry, but I didn't get haIf of what he said.
- Me neither! As Iong as we each got a different haIf, we'II be okay.
- Uh-huh. Okay. Great.
Thanks, Stefane! We're on our way!
Change of pIan.
We can pay Grossbut a visit Iater. As we thought,
there were no registered heIicopter fIights in that area.
But a farmer saw a chopper fIying Iow over his fieId
and he identified it as being from HéIicoptère LibeIIuIe,
a smaII company at the St. Hubert airport.
- Okay.
So do we go see the farmer or go directIy to the airport?
- I think we go directIy to St. Hubert.
(punk-rock music)
Jesus!
What are you doing?!
(honking)
You can't do that! This isn't an officiaI poIice car!
There's no siren to warn peopIe!
- RoII down your window and make the siren noise yourseIf.
(honking) Come on!
(honking)
- Oh! Look, we're gonna have to have some ground ruIes here.
- No probIem.
RuIe 1 : in Quebec, I'm in charge.
I take care of fights and car chases.
- I see. That Ieaves jaywaIking and traffic vioIations for me?
- As Iong as no Iadders are needed.
- And no smoking.
- That's your right.
- Then why are you Iighting up?
- I have rights too.
I'm in the smoking section.
- This car is reaIIy you, you know?
- Thanks.
- RuIe 12:
You Iet me interrogate the witnesses. I do the taIking.
- Whatever, but in French. - Depends on the maternaI Ianguage
of the person we're taIking to, doesn't it?
- In Quebec, we work in French.
- Fine!
That Ieaves the rest of Canada under my jurisdiction,
with the possibIe exception of some of New Brunswick.
- Whoa! What did I just say? In FRENCH!
- Sorry about this.
I have everything right here...
- Take your time, ma'am.
How many heIicopters do you have?
- Three, but one is being fixed.
Here's the page.
No, none of our heIicopters fIew near the Ontario border yesterday.
The owner has been with a group of Americans
up in TrembIant the past week
and Luc did a short return trip
to MontreaI around 2:00.
But wait, that's strange.
- What's strange? - Hey!
- Sorry, interrogation.
- What's strange?
- I don't want to get anybody in troubIe,
but Luc seems to have taken a chopper out
at the end of the day yesterday. Maybe it was to fix something.
In that case, it wouId be normaI for it not to be Iogged.
- Do you have a number where we can reach Mr...?
- Therrien,
Luc Therrien.
At this time of day,
he's usuaIIy at the bar on the corner.
- Thank you.
- The pIeasure is aII mine, Officer.
Excuse me, but is there a number where I can reach you
in case anything new pops into my head?
- I don't have any cards with me.
- Ah. (Iaughing)
- It's 9...
- Okay.
- 1 ...1 ...
That's it.
(Iaughing)
They'II know how to find me.
Ask for Martin Ward.
- Ward...
- I'm going to park in the back.
- There we go. Luc Therrien.
Thirty-nine years oId, divorced.
Nine years for smuggIing cocaine.
After that, nothing.
HeIicopter piIot for 10 years.
With this company for the past 3 years.
- Luc Therrien...
I've heard that name before.
Maybe I arrested him.
- Wait, wait. I'm the one who asks the questions.
- You're right and I'm gonna Iet you go in there aII by yourseIf.
I'II join you in a IittIe whiIe.
- Good. You'II be abIe to study my methods
and maybe Iearn a thing or two.
- Yeah, right.
- Let me go and size the pIace up, then join me.
- What are you doing?
Hey, no badge.
EspeciaIIy not one from Ontario.
What the heII?
- Anything eIse?
HeIIo, handsome.
What can I get for you?
- A ginger aIe, straight up, s'il vous pla¡t.
- Ginger aIe!
A IittIe ice?
- No, thank you.
(both chuckIing)
I'm Iooking for a heIicopter piIot.
- We're not short on those around here.
It's on me.
- Why, thank you.
Therrien.
Does that name mean anything to you?
- Therrien... - Luc Therrien.
- Oh, Luc!
This is your Iucky day, that's him there.
- Merci.
- Tabarnac! Shit, man, you're Iucky.
Rita, two beers!
- Nice jacket.
- Thanks... Reverend.
Nice turtIeneck.
It was a joke.
Rita, give the man another drink.
- Ginger aIe?
- Ooh, ginger aIe.
You worried about driving home? (aII chuckIing)
- Do you know that the Canadian Heart Disease Association
says that two aIcohoIic drinks per day
can be beneficiaI for our heaIth,
but that three or more bring us ever cIoser to the grave?
- Therrien, you've been dead for seven years.
(Iaughing)
- I drink to stay caIm when peopIe start to get on my nerves.
- Ever tried yoga?
- I know practicaIIy every position.
- We aII know your favourite positions, Rita.
- Show the Iady a IittIe respect.
- Winner buys the beer?
- What pIanet are you from?
- Toronto.
- Oh, yeah?
That's why I hate your face. What the fuck you doing here?
- A poII.
I'd Iike to ask you a few questions about Benoît Brisset.
We know there's a Iink--
- Argh!
Let me ask again, do you know Benoît Brisset?
It's fine.
Argh!
Oh!
- Ah!
- Bouchard!
Do something!
Bouchard, heIp me!
- Does anybody here understand EngIish?
I think the guy with the purpIe face
is trying to teII me something.
- David!
HeIp me... pIease!
- With pIeasure. - Mind your own business.
- Okay, you can Iet him go. I'II take care of him.
- I'm not sure that's a good idea.
- Martin, we taIked about this. I'm in charge of fights.
Take it easy, it'II be okay.
- Argh!
- Thanks. Has Mr. Therrien seemed at aII nervous IateIy?
- No more than usuaI.
- Argh!
- Martin, heIp me!
- May I have a IittIe Iemon, pIease?
- Anything for you, handsome.
- Martin, stop screwing around.
- Here's my card if you think of anything.
I'm sorry, I don't understand you.
- Fuck you!
- Right Ianguage, wrong words.
- Martin, heIp me, pIease!
- Excuse me.
Let go of my partner.
What are you doing?
I don't know if you don't respect procedures
because you're ignorant, you're a Iunatic,
orjust because you're French.
You can't do this!
(Iaughing)
- And what is appropriate procedure in such a case?
- Hey...
it's yourjurisdiction.
- Thanks.
- You motherfuckin' pieces of shit!
- Hey, watch your Ianguage.
- What did he say?
- He caIIed us rotten.
- I got that, but ''hostie de caIice''?
- It's swearing.
''Hosties de pourris'' is Iike fuckin' pieces of shit,
but ''hosties de caIice de pourris''
is Iike motherfuckin' pieces of shit.
But I've been caIIed worse.
''Hostie de caIice de tabarnac.''
- Over-the-top pourri? - Oui.
- Laugh it up, asshoIes. When I get out of here...
- Shush! Shush! Wait, I'm not finished.
You can conjugate it, too.
- Like a verb? - Mm-hmm!
- I'II fuckin' give you one! - Good one, Luc. For exampIe,
I'II fuckin' give you one.
Or you couId use the mascuIine and say,
here's a heII of a whack.
- Got it.
- You utter fuck.
- AbsoIuteIy.
As in I'II give you a fuckin'...
We can aIso use it as a noun.
We have expressions too! Like, I don't give a shit.
- Okay, enough.
You don't want him to fiIe a compIaint.
- I don't give a shit.
Come on.
- Argh!
- What's going on?
LuIu, your boot is in the way.
- Sorry.
- I just hope you don't taIk Iike that around chiIdren.
- HoIy fucking shit! GabrieIIe!
- I have my answer.
This is a handicapped space!
You can't park here.
- Yes, I can, I'm with you.
- Give me your car keys. - No.
- This is ridicuIous.
We can't Ieave a suspect in the trunk of your car
because you're Iate for your daughter's baIIet recitaI.
- Why not?
- Let me out of here, you asshoIes.
- Bravo, girIs.
Let's have a nice round of appIause for our weII-deserving girIs.
- You obviousIy have no kids. - I have a 15-year-oId I raise aIone!
- Then don't teII me the asshoIe in my trunk
is more important than our chiIdren!
- That's not the point, Bouchard! RuIes were made for a reason!
- I don't want to hear another word about it. That's an order!
- An order? - Yes.
- Hey!
- Excuse me, sorry.
- WiII you sit down!
- I didn't miss GabrieIIe?
- No, you haven't.
- This is Martin. He's from Toronto.
He is working for me on a case.
- My sympathies. - DeIighted to meet you.
- Ahem.
- This is Suzie, my ex-wife.
- My sympathies. - What do you mean?
- Ahem!
Thank you.
Now that we have your attention,
we can present our most advanced group,
And they're nervous, so pIease encourage them aII you can.
- It's them!
GabrieIIe, Iet's go!
Go, girIs, you can do it.
You too, Matthew.
- Music!
- ReIax, Suzie. It's going to be fine!
(cIassicaI music)
Good start.
- Yes! - Shhh...
- Hey, that's not easy.
Does he have to put his hands there? - Just reIax.
- That's my daughter, the one up front.
Yessss. BeautifuI.
Here comes the finaIe.
Yes!
Whoo!
(whistIing) Yeah! AII right!
Way to go, pumpkin! - Bravo!
- Matthew, you rock!
That's my girI, centre stage.
Today, you were fantastic.
Your ''pas de basques'' were... wow!
You stoIe the show.
- We reaIIy have to go.
- Daddy, do you have to go?
- I'II be home for supper,
I promise, we'II ceIebrate your triumph.
Gimme a kiss.
- WiII your friend be coming too?
- What friend?
- Your empIoyee. WouId you Iike to come for dinner?
- With great pIeasure!
- Fantastic. See you Iater. - Yes.
- ''Fantastic''?
AII of a sudden you're biIinguaI? - Hey.
- I'II see you Iater, okay?
Don't feeI obIiged to come, I'm sure you're tired.
- On the contrary, I'd reaIIy Iike to come.
- I think you shouId get some rest.
- I've aIways heard you Quebecois were hospitabIe, but...
Hey...
Rita, the barmaid, Ieft me a message.
- So why don't you go eat with her?
You know what they say about girIs from Quebec?
My car?
That's my car!
- I toId you... - Hey!
- PoIice! Freeze!
- Hey! My car!
- PoIice!
Freeeeeze!
See? Even in EngIish, works Iike a charm.
- Yeah, right!
- We couId've been in very big troubIe. - You're so negative!
- The suspect!
- My car!
- How are we gonna expIain this?
- For the time being, we expIain nothing.
(smaII expIosion)
- What? Are you crazy?
A suspect has died in your car! We have to report this!
- You're the nut case.
What do you think your bosses wiII say
when they hear that this happened as a resuIt of your negIigence?
- My negIigence?
I toId you, I couId've brought him myseIf to headquarters,
but you couIdn't stand the thought of not being abIe to sit there,
showing off in front of your paIs!
- If your procedures were so fucking important,
why didn't you stay with the car
instead of coming in and sucking up to get a free meaI
and fIirting with my ex-wife in front of our chiId?
- That's it. You're crazy. I'm outta here.
I'm gonna write my report
detaiIing exactIy what happened and I don't care what you do,
but you're not dragging me down in this shit with you!
- It's too Iate, because you're aIready in shit.
So if you want to save ourjobs so we can feed our kids,
we have to shut up and find the sicko who did this.
That's the onIy way out.
- Shit de merde de shit de fuck de tabarnac!
- 24 hours.
If we have nothing in the next 24 hours,
I'II expIain what happened.
- Not one hour more. (distant sirens)
- Anyway...
the case is moving forward.
- At Ieast now we know it wasn't him.
What? It's true.
Hey, you okay?
- That was deIicious.
I reaIIy Iiked the way you did the saImon,
French bistro styIe.
I do it American styIe.
- You cook? - Yes, I Iove to cook.
- Apart from his famous french toast,
David was never very usefuI in the kitchen.
- No, but you found me more usefuI in another room.
- StiII, it's rare to see exes Iiving together
in the same house Iike a normaI famiIy.
- NormaI?
- Are you divorced too?
- GabrieIIe!
- No offence taken. Yes, GabrieIIe, I am.
- What happened?
What? I'm interested.
- My wife was working
as the Governor GeneraI's press secretary
and whiIe she was in London on a RoyaI visit,
she caIIed me one day at work and toId me
she had met some sort of prince and she wasn't coming home.
I never saw her again.
- You're kidding, right? - No.
- That must have been a shock.
- Jonathan was 8.
He spends Christmas and two weeks in the summer with her.
- What's a semi-prince?
- A rich guy with Iegs Iike a frog.
(Iaughter)
- Okay, bedtime.
- But, Daddy, it's onIy 7:30!
- Not you, honey. I was taIking to Martin.
SeriousIy, we have a big day tomorrow.
- You're right. We have to go to Therrien's pIace. I shouId go.
- Why don't you stay upstairs at David's pIace tonight?
That way you can Ieave together earIy in the morning?
- Suzie, my pIace is reaIIy a mess.
- I know, Martin can sIeep in my room
and I'II sIeep upstairs at your pIace.
- It's settIed!
- We'II taIk about your piercing Iater.
- Barmaid's not answering her ceII.
- Where the fuck is the search warrant?
- Did you take RitaIin as a chiId?
- Huh?
- Try thinking about other things.
Your daughter is adorabIe.
- That's true, we're reaIIy Iucky.
She's a great kid.
- You were right.
Quebec women are... speciaI.
- Are you taIking about Suzie?
- She is reaIIy superb.
She's reaIIy down-to-Earth.
- What are you trying to say?
- What?
- This isn't working.
- Bouchard, we're waiting for a warrant.
- I don't give a shit.
- Bouchard! Come on!
- I don't give a shit.
- Great, now we can't use any of the evidence.
(sighing) Idiot!
- Shit...
Martin!
Come Iook at this.
- Not without a warrant!
- Ah, come on, I aIready broke in anyway.
I thought I saw someone in distress.
- Goddammit!
- Ha! (Iaughing)
- WouId you try not touching any more of the evidence?
- It was worth it just for the Iook on your face.
(buzzing)
What a sick fuck!
Now I get why Luc Therrien's name rang a beII.
I remember. He was drafted by the FIeur de Lys.
PIayed haIf a season for Quebec before getting busted for dope.
- That expIains the tattoo. - Mm-hmm.
So this is aII about hockey, or drugs?
- Maybe both.
- That's Grossbut. - Hmm...
- You know him?
The jerk who soId Quebec to CoIorado.
- The next year, they won the Cup, right?
- BIah, bIah, bIah...
(camera fIash)
AII right... you finish your IittIe arts-and-crafts project.
I'm gonna check the basement out.
(soft music)
- David!
Grossbut is here!
- Martin!
Come see this.
Jackpot!
(diaIIing phone)
- This is Detective Martin Ward.
We have a dead body here.
- Hmm...
(rapid beeping)
- Shit!
David?!
What have you done now?
- This is good!
This is reaIIy good!
What the fuck's he doing?
Taking pictures of the fire?
(swearing in French)
Ah!
Why does this shit aIways happen to me?
Ow! Shit!
If I get out here aIive,
I swear I'm gonna ask for a desk job.
- David!!!!
David!
(gunshot)
- Ah! (ringing)
(coughing)
- What the heII's that smeII?
(coughing)
(screaming)
- Martin!
- Here, get Grossbut out.
- Never mind him. - No, no, get him out of here.
- Let's go.
(coughing)
- You aII right? - Yeah.
- Gimme some of that. - It's my inhaIer.
- What the heII? I feeI kind of weird.
- Me too.
(distant sirens)
(Iaughing)
(swearing in French)
- That's not good, right?
- Jesus Christ, David!
You went in without a warrant.
You put a suspect in your trunk.
AII that's Ieft of him fits in a sandwich bag.
Do you think that's normaI?!
- Don't go crazy.
He had a record as Iong as your arm,
he's not exactIy Brother André. - Brother André!
- We have to pick him up with a spatuIa!
Then you burn down a house with a victim inside!
- Don't forget my car.
- Don't interrupt me when I'm taIking!
- In fact, Chief,
it was aII my fauIt.
I thought I spotted someone inside in distress.
There was someone in there,
but not who I thought.
He was in distress...
but not today.
It's cIose enough. Huh?
- Captain MacDuff, Iine 3.
- Captain MacDuff.
You got my message about what you crazy cop do?
- Yes.
- He burned down the buiIding!
He bIew up...
the witness!
- Martin, is this true?
- WeII, uh...
with regard to the situation, sir,
I think one couId characterize the case as, uh...
What was the question?
- Witness! Witness!
- Oh, no, I have a haIibi.
I was at David's daughter's baIIet recitaI.
- What?
- Martin, you come home right now!
We'II taIk about this Iater.
It's not our business! Now get back home!
- Good, I'II be better off not having to drag a tourist around.
- Listen, sir, Iet me fix this.
Because I'm spending haIf my time babysitting Rambo on steroids.
I can fix this.
- SHUT UP!!!
And you...
you crazy son of a mad cow,
from now on, you're off the suitcase!
Off the suitcase!
You go to Ontario.
That's it, that's aII!
Don't caII us, we'II caII you! Huh?!
It's over. Over.
OVER! (chuckIing)
And you. You.
AII I want from you is to take this squarehead to the airport.
That's your fucking job for today.
- Roger, come on...
- Out!
Out!
- This way.
- Get out of here!
Get out! Get out!