What time is it?
- 5:30. - Too early.
Come back to bed.
Don't leave me like this.
I love you.
You've known me for... 8 hours.
I've loved you from the first minute.
Bullshit.
Alice...
All my telephone numbers.
Call me. Please.
Today... tonight...
Another tremor.
P wave is even closer...
You think it might be it?
I don't know?
So many false alarms lately.
Alice, Hijikata wants to see you.
We had a call from Canada during the night.
Maybe you have... already know.
No. What?
You recognize this?
St. Lawrence River?
Yes.
49 degrees north, 68 west,
Northern Quebec.
In this small bay, the tides have stopped.
What do you mean the tides have stopped?
He means that the water doesn't go up and down anymore.
The tide has disappeared!
Only at that one spot?
Yes. See the dry zone here?
Everywhere else,
the tides are normal.
Uplifting of the seabed.
No.
- And what's that here? - A sand dune.
- It's moved? - No, it's always been there.
The Canadians have a full research party on the site.
But they still cannot find the problem.
The reason why they called us.
Why us?
They heard about our research on prediction indicators.
Precursors?
They think it could be a precursor phenomenon?
Yes.
All we can see the seismicity.
There's a station in the zone.
But unfortunately, it is out of order.
I'm afraid your country possesses neither the equipment
nor the expertise of our laboratory.
I'm not going.
We can't send anybody else.
The Big One's going to hit any minute, I don't want to leave.
But you have to go. It's your hometown.
What do you mean? It's not my hometown?
Is it not where you were born?
Baie-Comeau?
- This is Baie-Comeau? - Yes!
They couldn't send someone else.
Why not?
I was only born in Baie-Comeau,
spent a few weeks in an incubator, that's all.
You never went back?!
What for?
It's your birthplace!
Maybe it's fate, then.
Fate! C'mon!
Be careful.
We have a legend which says even the most carefree fish
return to their birthplace to die.
Don't laugh.
Your problem, Yoko, is you believe in too much.
CHAOS AND DESIRE
That damn Marc! He knows he can't do that!
Ms Bradley? I work for Mr. Deslandes,
Hydrographic Dept. I'm Michel.
- I'll take you to the Bay. - Hello.
- Is that yours? - Yes.
Let me give you a hand.
Excuse me.
Careful...
Marc, I've warned you before...
Water's good for the lawn.
Ms Bradley...
Jetlag?
I didn't sleep very well.
Not surprising after that journey.
- So you work in earthquakes? - Yes.
Tell me, how do you predict them?
We can't really...
but there are signs.
We examine certain indicators.
Like what?
Magnetic disturbances,
compasses going awry, ground deformations,
change in well water levels.
Sometimes we see behavioural anomalies in certain pets.
Goldfish, for example, are very sensitive.
Just animals?
Pardon?
Just animals change?
Do you think...
there could be a connection...
Since the tide stopped, my wife's started drinking vodka.
She never did before.
She never drank at all.
But now she drinks vodka every day.
No, I don't think so.
What bothers me is that my wife,
before she was my wife, was with a Russian.
I must be imagining things.
What's going on is so strange.
Turn on the air conditioning.
Air conditioning!
You're new here!
No one has that here.
It's never usually hot.
Or humid, especially in September.
It's exceptional at the moment.
This is your place.
Ms Bradley?
Simon Deslandes.
It warns about high tide.
Apparently, due to that channel,
people can get caught on the dune.
It rings 30 minutes before...
It rings 30 minutes before high tide usually.
But at the moment, as you see...
- Who are they? - Oh, locals.
It's very popular to play golf here
at low tide.
But it's always low at the moment.
Don't they care?
If we need to go, I whistle and they stop.
How long?
- A week. - Has it rained since?
Got a test tube or bottle?
No.
Does anyone have a container?
A condom?
Unlubricated.
Noticed anything abnormal since the tide stopped?
When was that?
We don't know exactly when it started.
The level's at zero on the chart datum,
but slack water has been lower lately, so we can't tell
if this is a flow stream or an ebb stream.
The dune's now out of bounds to golfers.
I'm the mayor here.
I thought we had a deal.
If you prefer, put people's lives at risk.
Are people's lives at risk?
Yes, mine is.
I don't want to be hit by a golf ball.
- Something wrong? - I don't have my probes.
Three boxes are missing.
They got left at Toronto Airport.
They'll arrive tomorrow.
After your recommendations,
we checked the level of the wells. No change for now.
Here are the entries
for the Doppler.
The tide meters.
Current meters.
Hans Peter playing Donkey Kong.
Either this or I light my pipe!
Calm down, you youngsters.
This is the data from the Seasat radars.
Surface water temperature.
Complete weather station.
That's for general use, should you need it.
The biologists and geologists.
Showers and canteen.
I prepared the documents I thought you might need.
Topographical maps, list of GPS codes,
ground water maps,
gravimetry...
tide tables.
Where's the convent?
- The seismic station is there. - I'll ask.
Thank you.
- Catherine! - Alice!
- Why are you here? - Me?
Why are you here? Tell me I'm not dreaming!
You're back with us!
- No, only on a mission. - Oh?
The tide could be a precursor.
- You think so? - Maybe.
What're you doing now?
First I need to take a shower. It's so humid here.
Something's not right here.
With these big forest fires,
the planes are constantly watering the area.
It must be related.
Your head's such a relaxed place, you should sell tickets!
You here for "Geo"?
No, I quit "Geo". I write for "Guru" now.
A new alternative mag.
Ethnic, ecologist, feminist, scientific, international.
Where's vegetarian?
That's the next step.
Still following your butt, I see...
What about you? Still running away from it?
Coming for a drink after?
You bet.
See you later, then.
Good friend of yours?
We were in college together.
That's a coincidence!
She looks nice.
Forget it.
Why? Is she into girls too?
No, she's getting over a broken heart.
But I'm a very gentle, kind, affectionate guy.
So was the guy who dumped her three years ago.
Ah.
I'll have another drink.
I've seen those pretty eyes before.
I doubt it.
A chicken sandwich, please.
Sorry, dear, there's no chicken.
A hamburger, then.
There's no meat.
Gotta get up early to eat meat at the moment.
Maybe that's why everyone's aggressive.
Eating meat makes you aggressive.
Mr. Lalonde... that aggressivity...
comes from under the hat,
not from the belly.
I've got some good trout. Very fresh.
No, thanks.
- You don't trust it either? - It's not that...
The girl's out again.
Be right back.
Sleepwalking?
Yeah.
Lucky that Colette's here.
Don't her parents notice?
I don't get involved.
She sleepwalks every night?
She'd stopped, but...
She started again recently.
A week ago.
Yes, a week ago.
She's a good girl.
Well, dear, what can I get you?
Hello. Alice Bradley from Tokyo Seismology Lab.
I'm analysing the tide phenomenon in the bay.
Can you do an autopsy on these organisms?
I'm not really a specialist...
Just the time of death?
What did he die of?
Same as most people...
Boredom?
Heart.
Last Thursday, around 4 PM.
Are you sure?
Sure as hell, lady!
Thanks.
Hello.
- Is there a local radio? - Yes, and a newspaper.
Fine.
- Run this ad for me. - OK.
I need a car too.
I don't want to call you every time.
No, I don't mind.
With all the researchers we've got at the moment,
everything's been rented.
Wow!
Nice model!
A Grumman Body, 6 cylinders, 2-92.
It's got air conditioning too.
I thought you watered gardens?
You a deliveryman too?
I also dance the triple swing.
- Handy! - You'd be surprised.
What's Japan's folk dance?
I don't know, I'm not into...
...folk.
Thank you.
You could've just left them there.
Yes, I could have.
Not machine guns, I hope...
- Probes. - What for?
Magnetism.
Do you want a drink?
A beer would be good.
I've only got water.
Water, then.
I've only got one glass.
I drank on that side.
Thanks.
Sorry, it's not beer, but...
No, it sure isn't.
If ever you have any beer...
I hope you'll remember me.
I'll try.
What's the name?
Marc Vandal.
Vandal?
I know, it's easy to remember.
Hard to forget.
Well...
that depends on your point of view.
- I'm Alice Br... Sorry. - That's OK.
- Alice Bradley. - I know.
It says so on the boxes.
So, you can read too?
I take risks.
How does one reach you, Mr. Vandal?
I'm in the phone book.
How pretentious!
Think so?
I'll never see how a girl can be attracted to a guy.
Sorry about last night. I fell asleep.
Too bad!
Wow, it's cool in here.
I turned up the fridge. It helps.
What're you looking for?
Chemical anomalies.
You won't have trouble finding any here.
And this smell...
Don't tell me you haven't noticed.
Everyone pretends not to notice it.
Yet the smell's so obvious.
It smells wet.
It smells like sulphur, no? It sm...
It smells like sex.
Exactly.
It smells like sex.
You put out an ad on the radio?
Yes. Any calls?
What is it?
Eyewitnesses. Something's happened.
What's it say? That's all?
Just names and addresses?
Margot took the calls. I didn't know.
- Can I come? - If you like.
Mr. Grondin?
You called the Hydrographic Dept?
Yes. Finally!
Come in.
Look.
It's been like that
since last Thursday 4 PM.
The exact time I put the meal in.
They wanted to be sure
someone got the call.
Who is "they"?
They've tried to contact me before.
At first, I thought it was Morse code.
But it's more sophisticated.
They're trying to tell us something.
They're saying your oven needs repairing.
Mrs. Guillet, you witnessed something abnormal last Thursday?
Yes.
What?
The trees.
Last Thursday, she cut them all down in ten minutes.
- Why? Were they dying? - Not at all.
She was obsessive about them.
Her and her trees!
That was at 4 PM?
Sharp!
She did it just to piss me off,
'cause that's when my show's on.
I got up to take a look.
And I saw her.
Like a mad thing, cutting all her trees with a chainsaw.
A madwoman!
Is that all?
Isn't that abnormal enough?
I'm looking for events to do with the tide stopping.
Thanks, Mrs. Guillet.
Goodbye.
Why cut all your trees down?
I don't know!
Hey, it's alright now.
It's alright.
It's not alright!
Maybe your ad wasn't clear.
Yeah...
He hears the radio in his mouth.
I don't know how he does it. He tells us
the news, weather, sports.
It's unbearable.
I can't take it anymore.
Deputy mayor sorting files upside down.
God, what a bunch of wackos!
Hello.
I was wondering...
Do you know when it'll come back?
The tide? We don't know yet why it stopped.
Actually... I'd like you to confirm...
I want to know...
Whatever it is that's disturbing the tide at the moment...
could it disturb us humans inside?
What do you mean?
Something abnormal with you?
Yeah.
You want to know if it's due to the tide?
Uh, no, I'm sure that's the cause.
I just want you to confirm it.
Since last Thursday...
I've been...
attracted to men.
Enough already!
There, that's it.
Hi, little frog.
Hey, I recognize you!
What's that for?
To measure the electricity in the ground.
Will we get an electric shock?
No.
Where's the sea gone?
Nowhere, honey. Only the tide's stopped.
You don't know how it works?
Ever played with magnets?
What does a magnet do?
It attracts iron.
Exactly, it attracts iron.
Now, imagine Alice is the earth and you...
What's your name?
Camille.
Camille, you're the moon.
Imagine the earth is wearing a big iron coat.
And you, the moon, you're a giant magnet.
What happens when you go near the earth?
The earth's coat is attracted to the moon.
So, when the moon comes near,
it lifts up.
And as it lifts up,
it uncovers the skin!
Like the water leaving the shore uncovers the sand.
See? The water on earth is like the coat.
There's one thing wrong with that.
It doesn't just do that.
It's more like this.
Yeah, well, that's too hard to explain.
When the moon goes around the earth,
it attracts the water on the other side too.
In China?
In China!
Hey, did they check if the tide's affected the other side?
I guess.
I'll go check.
Not at school?
Yes, but it's bible class now.
I can't stay.
Why not?
I'm not baptized.
If you're not baptized, you can't stay for bible class.
You're lucky, 'cause it's really boring!
I'd prefer to be like everyone else.
My father doesn't want me to. He says it's bullshit.
Your father's quite right.
Are you Chinese?
Not anymore. I was adopted.
You know... your real home is where you're loved.
I'm the same, but the other way around.
I was born here and went to live on the other side.
Why?
Someone loved you?
No, that's just it.
I went as far as possible from someone who no longer loved me.
Camille!
Gotta go. Bye.
Any spasms in sight?
No.
Simon's taking us out. Coming?
No.
See you later.
Vandal...
Tough luck, Vandal.
Thanks.
Do you always work nights?
Yes.
You don't find it too hard?
No.
I prefer nights.
I tried working days, but I didn't like it.
Nights are different.
The world is different.
At night, I get people who are afraid of being alone in the dark.
People who can't sleep.
People who've gone too far...
Or not far enough.
No one talks to me about golf at night.
The siren wakes me up.
The siren?
The siren for high tide.
After a while, you get used to it. You don't hear it.
I won't be here long enough to...
Maybe the siren wakes her up too.
The siren rang half an hour ago.
Let her go one time to see where she's going.
I know where she's going.
Oh? Where?
To the sea.
See this?
Real pagan!
We have to live off something.
It's not singing Mass
that pays for the upkeep of this big house!
- Sister Berthe? - Yes.
You're here to see the vault?
Yes. The paper hasn't been changed recently.
Alas, the sister who saw to it left us a year ago.
No one else knows how it works.
Mind you, she never wanted us to touch her equipment.
She was crazy about it!
It was the same when she used to look after the nursery.
- How did she die? - Die?!
Oh, Colette's not dead!
She just left the convent.
She's become a waitress. Can you imagine?
These machines are usually very reliable.
Maybe there's a problem with the wire.
Do you keep the room
at a constant temperature?
Yes, I think so.
Lately, we've had problems with humidity.
And that smell...
It's because of the tide?
No, I don't think so.
People used to say that the tide was God breathing.
Is God suffocating?
Maybe He's holding His breath!
We'll pray hard that He comes to.
I don't think it'll do much good.
Anything's possible when you have faith.
I understand your doubt. You're scientists.
Scientists dislike
the idea of a force they can't explain.
To have faith, you must give up reason.
- Or you must despair. - Yes, that too.
It's a pity, but it's true.
People now need disasters to remember God exists.
I'll look at that, then I'll set up this one.
Do you have any paper for the seismograph?
Maybe in the office closet.
Can you take a look for me?
Perfect.
Can you go and jump on the stone slab
when I tell you?
- Great. - You asked to help.
I didn't say a word!
OK, now!
Harder!
Again!
- Again, again. - Again!
Again! Again!
Again!
Enough! I'm not a kangaroo, you know!
If I eat 'em all, will I find Faith?
You'll find Fat, more like.
No different than a dead man's electrocardiogram.
Not true. There's a modulation here.
What's that?
3... 3.5 on the Richter scale.
My neighbour makes more vibrations sneezing.
Still a sign of activity.
You'd like that, wouldn't you...
if there was an earthquake?
It'd explain things.
Did the nun freak you out?
Have you got a phone book?
Over there.
- For what city? - Baie-Comeau.
What name?
- Marc Vandal. - One moment.
Sorry, that number's confidential.
No, I don't think so.
It is, Ma'am.
No, he's in the phone book.
I'm sorry, Ma'am.
Maybe you've got the wrong Marc.
It could be Pierre-Marc, Marc-André...
He's the only Vandal in town.
He told me his number was in the phone book.
Maybe the number became confidential recently.
One moment, I'll check.
That's right, under a year ago.
So, can I have it?
I'm afraid not.
Look, I get the idea,
but he himself told me to look in the phone book.
So, if the page hadn't been ripped out,
I wouldn't have to ask you.
Stop calling me "Ma'am! Give me his number!
I'm sorry, Ma'am...
Bitch!
Tell my friend I'll be right back.
What're you doing?
Take me to that phone booth.
Use my mobile.
In every phone book,
the page with his number is ripped out.
Whose?
Marc Vandal's.
He likes his privacy?
Why tell me his number was in the book?
The operator said his number's confidential.
- Wrong Vandal? - He's the only one in town.
You sure?
At the newspaper, there's a big file on Vandal.
It was a regular flight.
For some reason,
the plane crashed after take-off.
Barely one kilometer from the coast.
No deaths, a few minor injuries.
While waiting for help,
the passengers held onto the wings.
Help was a long time coming.
There's no control tower
this side of the river now.
A child out playing alerted the police.
In the icy water,
Mrs. Vandal's strength began to give out.
People took turns to hold her up,
but the tide was pulling her
out to sea.
Their grip loosened.
She drifted away.
- She was never found. - Never?
For weeks after, everyone watched
each incoming tide... just in case.
So, she's dead?
I guess.
What do you mean? She must be by now.
The problem is, she was still alive when she drifted away.
It's silly, but people couldn't accept her death.
So, they accused each other:
The airline, the weather station, the pilot,
the airport, the government,
the rescue team, even the other passengers.
Everyone in town was involved directly or indirectly.
Some people fought and still don't talk.
They play golf though!
They pretend.
Deep down, they're still hoping.
Was she well-known locally?
Yes, she was very well-liked.
And she was a psychologist.
What with divorces, depressions, overwork, trauma,
she helped pretty much everyone in town.
Of course, it was hardest on Marc.
Excuse me.
Yes, hello...
Oh? Not yet...
What a story.
Yes.
That's the microwave guy.
The factory guy.
The tree lady.
The deputy mayor.
Everyone who was in the accident had something happen last week.
The tide brought back memories and they had a reaction.
All at 4 PM.
They changed their story accordingly.
Maybe they were her patients and have no one to talk to.
That simple, is it?
Why not?
Dammit, something's going on here.
It's synchronicity, it's obvious.
Synchronicity?
Yes, you know, Jung...
When the mind reacts to things which seem a coincidence,
but which really contain a message.
A sort of heightened intuition.
Simon Deslandes was right: You do have esoteric tendencies.
What's up with you?
Change the subject.
We're not here for a local tragedy.
- We're here for you. - For me?
You were desperately seeking Marc Vandal.
All I wanted from him was his damn phone number
to call him, have a beer,
and maybe have sex with him! That's all!
Not to hear his wife died in the St. Lawrence River!
You're in love.
That's the problem?
The authorities are impatient - people are so worked up.
Not my problem.
They say it might be dangerous.
I keep telling them you were just joking.
- They await your verdict. - I don't have one.
- When? - Dunno.
You must have an idea of the risk. You must have a feeling.
No, that's just it, I don't have a feeling!
You wouldn't make Little League, but your heart's in it.
- What're you doing here? - Same as you, I guess.
I'm wondering.
See that?
It's nearly the equinox.
Big tide season.
Good for you.
Do you know why the moon looks bigger on the horizon
than when it's high in the sky?
It comes from surface gases.
Absolutely not!
It comes from in here.
The moon isn't bigger.
Our mind makes it seem bigger.
A sort of emotional hallucination.
Fantastic.
Rather like when we're in love.
Everything looks more beautiful.
The mind's a powerful thing.
We don't realize how much we're controlled by our minds.
If I could change my career now,
I'd be a neurologist.
- You're a geologist? - I'm depressed!
I miss my wife.
Am I boring you?
No, I just don't know why everyone tells me their problems.
- Do I look like a psychologist? - No.
You look like you don't give a damn!
I don't.
That must be why.
People envy you.
Looks like fate wanted us to meet.
Yes, fine, thanks!
Pardon me?
Thanks for asking. I get off work at 6.
I didn't ask you anything.
You didn't phone me.
I didn't have time.
Need some help?
- What with? - Jumping over the fence.
If I want to do it, I don't need help.
How about that... An independent woman.
That's what I meant...
Sleeping pills.
I was at the drugstore.
Shall we jump in?
No, thanks.
It'll do you some good. It's boiling.
I can't swim.
I can hold you. The water's not deep.
No, thanks.
Don't mind me. That's what you came for.
No, I came for my daughter's benefit.
She fell asleep in the car.
Can I ask you something... really indiscreet?
Well, that depends.
Do I like salt and vinegar chips?
Am I afraid on rollercoasters?
Am I always such an idiot?
I'm always such an idiot!
Ask your question.
Do you think about your wife sometimes?
Not sometimes...
All the time.
Why'd you bring me those boxes?
To help out, 'cause I'm a nice guy.
That's not it.
To see you.
Why?
Come on!
Do I have to spell it out?
'Cause of the look you gave me.
That arrogant little look's the best thing
that happened to me in ages.
I actually forgot her for a few seconds.
What?
What...?
I thought you said something.
No, I just need to sort out my thoughts.
I know about that.
You go like this...
Daddy!
My daughter sure picks her moments!
I'm here.
Here, Camille.
She's your daughter?
So, she's your daughter...
I'll put her to bed.
Alice.
Last night, your compass
was acting strange.
It must be broken.
Look at the state of this truck.
Sorry about yesterday.
You were right.
The tide is Marie Vandal.
And you were right about...
the other thing too.
What?
I didn't do the others.
I ripped out this one though.
Why?
Sheer craziness.
I couldn't help it.
You know that, I've always loved you.
That's why I'm here.
- Weren't you born here? - You knew that?
You told me once.
How did you know I'd come?
I didn't.
just hoped very hard.
- But you know there's no hope... - Please!
If life was fair, there'd be no impossible love.
Or it wouldn't always be the most attractive.
Ave Maria...
Camille Vandal.
Here...
Remember Lescoff?
Our old chemistry teacher?
Remember what he said?
Life is made of three essential elements.
Only scientists would think they're hydrogen, oxygen and carbon.
What? Water, air and fire?
No...
Desire, disorder and danger.
Otherwise, it's not life.
Simon...
Yes, she's here.
Some guy wants to see us.
Says it's nothing to do with the tide.
Sorry about the time.
I didn't want anyone to hear us.
I fly a CL415.
You know, those big airtankers...
You must've seen them with all the fires at the moment.
- Sure. - So?
Last Thursday, we were fighting a fire near the dam.
Usually we scoop water from nearby lakes,
but I'd met a girl in a bar the day before
who said she lived by the St. Lawrence River,
and I wanted to impress her.
So I kept filling up
in front of her place...
In the late afternoon,
during one of my last fill-ups...
I heard a little noise underneath.
A muffled sound.
It surprised me because
usually when there's floating debris, like wood,
you see it.
But I didn't see a thing.
And when it's a piece of wood, it makes a bang.
This was a quiet sound.
I rose up in the air
and looked around to see if I'd hit anything.
I didn't see anything.
No doubt...
I'd scooped it up.
You specialize in water?
And currents?
Is it at all possible
that something the tide took out to sea
could come back to the same place over a year later?
Think you fished out Marie Vandal?
You know her?
We know the story.
Maybe it was my imagination.
What about the cargo?
I headed for the fire, as usual.
The nearer I got, the more obsessed I became.
What if it was her
after all that searching?
And Marc's...
my friend.
We've worked together for ten years.
I know how he searched for her,
how he longed to find her, bury her and be at peace.
To think maybe she was in my airplane...
I couldn't drop her
on the fire!
I just couldn't.
When I saw the flames in front of me...
I panicked and opened the hold.
You emptied it in the forest?
In a clearing.
Did you go look?
Not right away -the next day.
I didn't find anything.
But it's a large area.
It's not easy to find the exact place.
And in the heat of the moment... I didn't notice any landmarks.
You can't do it from the air.
You need men on the ground.
I can't talk about it unless I'm 100% sure.
I'm not at all sure.
What makes you think it could be her?
Nothing.
Just a feeling...
Come with me.
Hans Peter?
I never should've bragged about it.
When you brag, women always want proof.
You're a god if you find it.
If I'm to be a god, I'll force myself!
What general area?
Around there.
As I said,
this program detects surface metals,
not corpses.
It only works
if the woman was wearing - and is still wearing-metal.
Here we go.
Your mother is going up to Heaven now.
Through there?
She can't remember,
but I do.
You don't forget eyes like that.
I worked at the nursery back then.
She was a premature baby.
We had her in an incubator for three months.
Oh, how I loved her and...
nursed her and warmed her up!
I even hoped her mom wouldn't come.
Her parents weren't locals.
I always wondered what miracle it'd take to see her again.
What miracle...
Hello.
Is it a real milk truck?
Sure.
I've even got real ice cream.
Come sit down.
Thank you.
It's only for my best friends.
Don't tell people, or they'll all want some!
My dad wants to see you.
He's down on the beach.
What's that?
It shows the electricity in the ground.
A lot can mean an earthquake.
- Coming, Camille? - No.
He said, just you.
Can I stay here?
Sure you can.
I'll keep an eye on things for you.
If you need anything, Catherine's just there.
What style!
I hate golf.
No sweat, no suspense...
What a dull sport!
Thank you for Marie.
It's a great release.
I may not look it, but...
I'm a shy guy.
I was afraid you'd phone me.
It's dumb. I so wanted you to.
But you don't have to call me.
I'm not pressuring you.
Feels like the earth's moving.
It really is.
Everybody down!
Under the tables!
Get out of there!
We gotta find Camille!
The water's risen!
There's an earthquake in Quebec.
Is it in Baie-Comeau?
It seems so.
Then, the tide
really was a precursor.
Come on!
Wait!
Not that way!
You okay, honey?
All right?
Where's your father?
Alice! Where's Alice?
C'mon!
Alice!!!
Alice! Alice!
There!
The tide's back!
We need help.
Two people are trapped on the dune.
I've got her!
It's a beautiful death, Marc.
Marie had a beautiful death.