- You've just come home.
- Couple days ago.
- Tell me about your year in Montreal.
- Nothing to tell.
- No? You sure about that?
MY DAUGHTER MY ANGEL
An attractive young woman like you in the big city...
Mom and Dad a three-hour drive away...
l dunno...
Seems to me you'd cut loose a little.
- Not really.
- Bars? - Eh.
- The movies?
- Sometimes.
- Shopping...
Crop tops, shoes, handbags?
- Not my thing.
- Staying home watching TV's more your thing, huh?
Little Miss Perfect?
- Not perfect, just normal.
- Your dad's cool, Nat.
- He wasn't yesterday.
He was so persistent, l finally caved.
- So? Going to law school isn't the end of the world.
What's your mom say?
- She listens to my dad- as always.
- Well...
what do you feel like doing, then?
- l dunno.
Lots of things.
l just spoke to Angelique. Everything's settled apartment-wise.
She's thrilled.
You just need to sign the lease.
- There's just one problem. - What?
Well, what?
- l'll miss you.
- You'll love Montreal! l'll take you out - it'll be great!
- Please - you work every night.
- Do they know about me?
- 'Course not. Are you crazy?
'Course not.
- C'mere.
(laughter)
No, no...! (father mock growling)
Longueuil, one year later, May 19
(bells tolling)
(police radio transmission)
- Hey.
- Who's the vic? - Max Bissonnette.
Owner of the laundromat downstairs.
M.E. puts time of death between 9 a.m. and noon.
Broken neck.
Fingerprints all over the place.
A real drugstore - ecstasy,
GHB, traces of coke.
Even Viagra.
We'll run a tox screen and see.
- No way this was self-inflicted.
- Yeah. See the lamp?
This, too.
lt was open.
- No tape? - No.
Just this.
An empty case.
- Who's Samantha?
- No idea.
Check out the collection.
- So who found him? - Luc Barbeau.
A business associate.
- l want to speak to him.
- Hold Mr. Barbeau for Michel, please.
- A little whiz kid.
lt's loaded with MPEGs.
- What?
- Video files.
- Open that one - ''Penelope.''
Yeah... this ought to be fun.
- Hi, sweetheart.
So how did your exams go? - Okay.
- Hungry?
- No.
l'll be in my room.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
- How did that happen?
- l slipped in the shower.
- Poor baby.
Robert has been calling nonstop.
- We spoke this afternoon.
- So? You bailed out Clermont?
- Mm-hmm.
- l'm going to bed.
- Good night.
- l forgot my glasses.
(reporters clamouring)
- Good morning, everyone.
l've decided to respond immediately to the disinformation campaign
orchestrated by the Official Opposition.
- What's this about Clermont?
Not returning my calls for four days,
then Jeanne tells me you went to Montreal to save Clermont's ass.
What were you doing there?
- l went to get Nathalie.
- Get Nathalie?
l see.
And she fought back, or what?
You went to get your daughter, but told your wife you went...
to Montreal to bail out a deputy minister.
lt doesn't add up.
FYl, Clermont returned two days ago from a week in Florida.
Germain...
you're not screwing around on my sister, are you?
- Robert,
mind your own business.
- Spend the night?
Huh?
- No.
l can't.
- l so should've listened to you.
My dad did something terrible.
- ''The ideological tyranny of practitioners should give way
to the free flow...''
What's your point exactly?
- Simply discussing the need for intelligent discourse...
- Then why notjust say so?
The conclusion is rife with such passages.
This isn't your style. - We'll take care of it, Claire.
Germain spent a rough few days in Montreal.
(cellphone ringing)
(ringing)
- Aren't you going to answer that?
(cellphone ringing)
- Renaud? - lt's Luc Barbeau.
l spent the night at the cop shop because of your damned stupidity.
l kept quiet. l don't want any scandals.
l don't know you or want to make headlines.
- Yes, all right.
l would be amenable to that.
- Fucking hell!
- l'm in the middle of a meeting.
l'll have to call you back.
Thank you. Goodbye.
- lt'll be ready first thing tomorrow. We'll get right on it.
- Germain, aren't you forgetting something?
l heard you were running in Portneuf?
- Good thing you're minding your own business.
- You realize you're in the running for a Cabinet post.
- We'll see.
Come by the house tomorrow around 9:00 a.m.
We'll finish the job for Claire.
(cellphone ringing)
- Yes, Minister.
- You okay?
- Yes. You?
- Nathalie...
Want to talk about it?
- l've been thinking it over since yesterday - of leaving.
- Leaving?
And go where?
- Europe.
l dunno. Far away, anyway.
- You don't understand what's going on.
Slow down. - l need a break.
A sabbatical.
- A sabbatical at 19 is ridiculous.
You have all summer to recuperate.
Everyone knows the first year of law school is the hardest.
- We'll discuss it later, sweetheart.
- This is good.
Excellent.
Claire will be pleased.
Where did you find the time?
There was something here, though...
There's just one thing l might change here.
- Good morning.
Detective-Sergeant Michel Doraine, Homicide.
l'm looking for Nathalie Dagenais.
- She's my daughter.
Nathalie...
Nathalie.
Nat.
- What?
- There's... a police officer here to talk to you.
- Me?
- Don't worry, this shouldn't take long.
Just a few details to go over with her.
lf all goes well, l'll be gone in no time.
- Good morning.
- Have a seat.
- lt's okay, l'll be fine.
- Come now, Nathalie, l'm a lawyer. - He's right.
You're entitled to counsel.
- He's not my lawyer, but my father.
- Don't confuse things. That's neither here nor there.
- l said no.
- Sorry - it's her choice. l'll have to ask you to leave.
Frankly, we're better off without Mom and Dad.
They're very nice...
but a little clingy.
- What's a Homicide detective doing here?
- l don't know.
- Mighty nice place you got here.
Everything okay? You don't look well.
- l'm fine.
- Gum? lt's new - ''Arctic Chill.''
- No, thanks.
- All right.
You give me straight answers.
lf l have nothing to hold you on,
you stay here with Mom and Dad.
Got it?
- Yes.
- lnterrogation of Nathalie Dagenais.
Where were you on the day of May 19?
- ln school.
- All day?
- Yes.
- Okay, so...
you have no idea why l'm here.
- No.
- We're off to a bad start.
- Listen, Germain.
You're my brother-in-law, but, above all, my best friend.
Now, tell me what happened.
- My daughter did something terrible.
A week earlier
- Will you be much longer?
- l'm swamped.
l'll join you as soon as l'm done.
- Don't be too long.
(sighing)
(woman moaning)
(moaning)
- Hey, guys.
l'm Samantha. See me on May the 19th,
at noon, on MaxMatic.net.
Hey, guys. l'm Samantha.
See me on May the 19th,
at noon, on MaxMatic.net.
(breathing heavily)
Gone to Montreal on urgent business.
l'll call you later.
(beep) - Hi, sweetheart. lt's Dad.
l'm in Montreal for the day.
We should get together. Hmm?
Call me on my cell, okay?
Hello. l'm Nathalie Dagenais's father.
She's a first-year student.
Would it be possible to see her schedule?
- Do you have authorization?
- l'm her father!
- No access to student information without their authorization.
411 call
- Good afternoon. May l see the manager, please?
- l'm sorry. Mrs. Gagnon is in a meeting.
- lt's very important. l must speak to her.
- What is this regarding?
- lt's a personal matter.
- Check your records.
l have a copy here-- - Excuse me.
There's someone here to see you.
- Take a message.
- No, she's not available. You'll have to make an appointment.
- Yeah...
Can l see someone in charge of the MaxMatic site, then?
l'm looking for a young woman-- - Not another one!
Sir, you can't see these girls.
We have nothing to do with them, anyway.
You'll have to leave.
- You don't understand-- - Sir, please don't insist.
(cellphone ringing)
(siren wailing)
Quebec City Home
(ringing)
- Yes, Jeanne.
- You left in a hurry. - Yeah, huh?
An urgent matter. - Urgent matter?
- Yeah, Clermont's inviting bids from his pals again.
Crazy nonsense...
- lt never ends.
Uh...
when will you be back?
- Listen, l wanted... l have to go.
l'll call you later. Love you.
Ma'am...
- What a surprise. You're not the first
to show up at the office. - l'm not after your girls -
just mine. - How old is she?
- Nineteen. - She's legal.
My hands are tied. - Come on!
- l'm merely a provider.
As long as it's legal, providers... provide.
(sighing)
(dog barking)
(dance music playing)
J'adore...
Regarder danser les gens
J'y retourne souvent
Au bar du Louxor
Regarder danser les gens
J'adore j'adore j'adore
J'adore j'adore j'adore...
Les institutrices pu�ricultrices administratrices
Dessinatrices les m�nag�res les infirmi�res
Les conseill�res d'orientation
J'adore...
Regarder danser les gens
Je trouve �a fascinant
J'adore...
Regarder danser les gens
Et de temps en temps
Je coupe le son--
- Fuck, Mr. Dagenais, what are you doing here?!
(dance music)
(music fading)
(eerie humming sound)
Been a hell of a long time, huh?
- l didn't know...
- Remember when you took us to Disney World?
l won a bunny this big!
What did Nathalie win again? - l don't know - a doggie?
- A turtle! That's it!
A turtle.
(cellphone ringing)
- Are you still roommates?
- Let's just say we took a break. l moved back into my old place,
so...
We love each other, but sometimes we butt heads.
- Where is she now?
- How should l know? (cellphone ringing)
With Luc, no doubt. Fucking Luc.
- Who's Luc?
- A kind of... acquaintance. A boyfriend, sort of.
- You know where to find this Luc?
- No one ever really knows where Luc is.
He's like a ghost.
(cellphone ringing)
- l have to take this.
Sorry. l'll just be a second.
Yes.
- lt's awfully noisy. Where are you?
- At a restaurant. - Claire's expecting the report--
- l'll call you back. - No, no, Germain--
- Crazy, huh?
l've been doing this 20 years.
And l'm always surprised to find myself in such situations.
l look at you...
... and l don't understand.
- What don't you understand?
- What you're doing sitting in front of me.
You've just come home. - Couple days ago.
- Tell me about your year in Montreal.
- Nothing to tell.
- No? You sure about that?
An attractive young woman like you in the big city...
Mom and Dad a three-hour drive away...
Seems to me you'd cut loose. - Not really.
- A responsible young lady.
Bars? - Eh.
- Shopping...
Crop tops, shoes, handbags?
- Not my thing.
- Okay. Look, this is all very pleasant,
but let's cut the crap.
l'd truly love to believe
your ''Little Miss Perfect living in Montreal'' story.
But when you see what l have here, you'll understand my confusion.
Check this out.
See, this is what l don't get.
l have the video in Montreal, too.
- My parents must never see this.
- Want to know where l found this?
l'll tell you anyway.
On Max Bissonnette's computer - the dead guy.
- l had nothing to do with that.
Being naked isn't a crime. - True.
But you must admit, for a girl like you...
... it's a tad unusual.
- lt's just a youthful indiscretion.
- Look...
don't worry about it.
Twelve-year-old girls blow their boyfriends
before having even kissed them.
l'm not talking about the fucked-up ones.
Good girls from good families.
They think it's normal.
Know why?
Because they've seen it online.
But you...
... that's not your thing, huh?
- l told you.
l'm just a normal girl.
(sighing) (beep)
- Nat, it's me.
l haven't heard back from you.
Call me. l'm at the Metropolitan, room 909.
Please, call me.
- Hey, guys.
l'm Samantha.
(moaning)
- l'm looking for a church. l was told you were the expert.
- That was you.
l was told someone called.
(cellphone ringing)
(ringing)
- What do you want? - Well...
Well, nothing.
l... l just wanted to say hi.
No, l...
No, 'cause l love you.
Can we see each other?
- l have to study for exams.
- Just five minutes, Nat.
- Okay.
- Look carefully at the outline...
- Hold on.
lt's even hazier. - lt really doesn't ring a bell?
- Can you make it any clearer?
- l must warn you...
it might shock you.
- At my age, nothing much shocks me anymore.
- Father...
l'm looking for my daughter.
- ls that your daughter?
- lf l don't find her, it will be.
- What do you want me to do?
(sighing heavily)
- Listen carefully.
For two days, l've been trying to understand.
Trying to understand my daughter.
Why she isn't returning my calls.
To be honest with you,
l didn't come here to light candles with a priest.
You ask what you can do for me?
Just tell me where l can find that church.
That's it.
- l'll have to do some digging.
There's no guarantee it's in Montreal;
there are hundreds of churches around here.
lt could take days.
With such a fuzzy image, weeks even.
l'm swamped, you know.
We're in short supply nowadays.
- So... where are you living now?
- l rented a decent little studio. - Oh.
Where?
- Nearby.
- l hardly ever hear from you anymore...
- Listen, Angelique, you're still my best friend.
But we're better off not seeing each other too often.
Check this out.
lt means ''nirvana'' in Mandarin. - Yeah...
You're sure cutting loose, huh?
- Well, Luc really likes it.
- Luc, Luc, Luc,
Luc, Luc, Luc.
l know you're into him, but enough already.
You've changed, Nat.
- A guy's finally into me.
lt's true. Huh? l was always the straight little nerd,
and you...
the cool one wearing G-strings while l was still in pigtails.
l'm having fun now.
- Yeah, but doing porn, Nat? Fuck.
lmagine if your dad saw you. - He doesn't even know it exists.
- Don't be so sure.
- Lay off, all right?
Besides, you're one to talk.
- Ah, come on, Nat.
- Hey, Dad. lt's me. l'm really busy today.
And tomorrow, l'm going to Luc's party.
Maybe next time. Okay, ciao.
- You got my 400 bucks? - Tomorrow. l promise.
- Tomorrow, or else.
- Okay, okay, okay!
Front me a half. - You still owe me--
- l have to talk to you. - What's going on?
- Got a problem?
Who's Luc?
- l don't know him! - You mentioned him yesterday!
Who is he?! - l don't know! A friend!
- You don't know him?! You have no idea?!
- No!!!
l don't feel well, okay?! And l have to go to work...!
l'm doing my best, too!
l'm sick of your shit!
Fuck! l've got problems too, you know!
Christ!
Can l...
Can l ask you a favour?
- What?
- Could you lend me 100 bucks till tomorrow?
l'm in a jam.
- Who's Luc?
- Fuck...
Luc Barbeau. He's a porn producer.
Okay?
All the dancers know him.
She just wanted to try it out.
Just once.
(slow, melancholic music)
She was game. Fuck.
That's when Luc spotted her.
lt's all my fault, dammit. l...
- Where can l find this fucking Luc?
- l don't know...
- Huh?
- ltseden.com
(cellphone ringing)
(ringing)
- Yes, Robert.
Yes...
Yes--
l'll explain everything--
Yes, l'm working on Claire's report as we speak, actually.
- Your call about the venture-capital proposal intrigued me, Mr. Tremblay.
- l've been toying with the idea for some time.
- You know the industry?
- Honestly, not really.
l'm looking to develop new markets. - How did you hear about me?
- You're not exactly hard to find.
Surprisingly easy, actually.
How does your business work?
- These are my offices.
The Web designer - the best in town.
Branding's important.
My engineers -
my pillars. They're invaluable. The Net evolves so quickly,
if you're not always in...
you're out.
This was my first idea -
the prepaid card.
lt was a big hit. Back then, people were afraid
to pay by credit card.
This allows you to visit our adult websites anonymously.
We have 150.
- What's your most popular site? - MaxMatic.
lt's ranked five-thousandth.
We get 300,000 hits a day.
- Three-hundred-thousand people?
- And five percent of these fine, upstanding citizens
subscribe every day,
at $29.99 a month.
- lt's all done onsite?
Shooting...
The studios are here?
- Some.
Want to see?
l hope you'll like it.
Sometimes porn is like Chinese restaurants -
it's best not to know what goes on behind the scenes.
- Don't worry about me.
(moaning)
- Surprising, huh?
There's a good buzz right now for live sex.
lt's wildly popular in Europe
and even downloadable on cellphones.
And l have to keep up.
But that requires large investments, because the technology
is outrageously expensive.
- This is ''live''?
- No, no, no, no, no.
This is pros only. But MaxMatic,
Student-Pamela, Quebec-Hotgirls,
are all shot on personal webcams. Live.
lt's more amateurish.
People love it.
- l'd like to see how ''live'' works, too.
- l'm throwing a little party this afternoon.
You should drop by.
l can introduce you to my whole staff.
- All right.
Okay.
- Look, we've been chatting for an hour and a half;
something's bothering me.
You don't look the least bit surprised your friend Max is dead.
- He wasn't my friend.
- But you knew him. - Not really.
- Didn't you have a session? - Not really.
- Not really, not really...
Enough.
''Hi, l'm Samantha.''
Now, don't make fun of my accent.
''See me on May 19th, at noon, on MaxMatic.net.''
What would you call that, then?
Not a meeting, a date?!
We're going downtown. You're wasting my time!
- All right, we had a session.
- See?
Now we're getting somewhere.
How many times did you see Max? - Once or twice.
- Which is it? - Twice.
- Where and why?
- First time, at his place to shoot the video.
- So you know where he lived?
- Yeah.
- He have any enemies, anyone with a grudge?
- No.
- That's what bugs me.
Everyone says the same thing. This guy had no enemies.
Even Barbeau confirmed it.
You know, Barbeau, Luc Barbeau.
Bissonnette's boss. Sound familiar?
- l've met him.
- Where?
- At his office.
- Why?
- To sign my contract.
- Funny guy, him and his adult entertainment.
We talked to him at length.
Everything's legit, no minors involved.
Good, solid alibi.
Even willing to cooperate. - Listen,
l did have fun in Montreal...
... but so what?
l swear l had nothing to do with this, though.
- l'd love to believe that.
Really.
Except you had a session with Max Bissonnette
at the time of his murder.
What should l make of that?
(upbeat song)
- Business must be good.
- Oh, yes. l entered the industry at the right time.
When l finished by Bachelor's,
l founded itseden.com.
- What did you study at university?
- Computer science, of course.
- Why porn? (Luc laughing)
- l figured there was no shortage of clients.
Somewhat like funeral homes.
(cellphone ringing) Excuse me.
Hey.
Yeah.
Yeah, well, l'm in a meeting.
Yeah, l just got off the boat.
No, the meeting's still underway.
Listen, stay put and...
... l'll pick you up later?
- All right. Okay, bye.
Nice - he's blowing me off for his party.
Nothing personal -
l just thought we'd meet tomorrow.
- Luc asked me to talk to you so you won't have to show up early.
We'll settle things over a drink.
(dance music)
- The only in-house bowling in town.
Tacky enough for you? (laughing)
Let's have a drink.
How about a ''cock-a-tail,'' Mr. Tremblay?
My specialty.
Lolita! Lolita, this is Mr. Tremblay.
Mr. Tremblay, Lolita.
We've been working together, what, five years?
She's the best.
- Lolita is my former name.
We'll have to find another one when l come back to work.
- My specialty. A Windex.
Nice, huh?
Good, huh?
- Your wine's sour.
- Yeah?
Tastes fine to me.
(beeping) Oh!
Email!
There's a rave tonight.
Wanna come? - l have exams tomorrow morning.
- l've got little miracle pills.
lt'd put you in the mood, too.
- No need.
So...
what's on your mind?
- We do 30 minutes, live - no stopping, no editing, one take.
- Okay.
- You have any kids, Mr. Tremblay?
- A daughter.
- Ah.
Me too.
Little Emily. The apple of my eye.
(Germain chuckling)
- Cute.
- Do you have a picture of yours?
- Not on me, no.
- Ah. Too bad, huh?
l have a nice one of her mother.
We've split up, but we get along well.
We even do business together.
But you already know Lucie,
Mr. Dagenais.
She spoke of you at great length. She even lectured me.
l saw you coming a mile away.
A guy who wants to invest in porn,
but almost pukes watching a girl get laid.
lt's like a butcher getting sick at the sight of blood.
Ever heard of Google?
Several government gigs, future minister...
There's more to the Net than T&A, Counsellor.
- l know my daughter, all right?
You got her into this, you sonofabitch!
- This is a copy; my lawyer has the original.
Would you like his number?
You recognize your daughter's signature.
- Okay, how much do you want?
- We start with a blowjob -
10 minutes.
Oh, and bring a hair elastic.
- l never tie my hair.
- You'll have to - clients like to see what you're doing.
- Okay.
- Then l go down on you, then we fuck.
Missionary style, doggie style...
You do anal sex?
- No.
- Okay.
For the grand finale, l cum in your face.
- l'm a patient man, but l've fucking had it!! Okay?!!
- Hey, hey, hey. Know how much time you'll do for assault?
Cut it out. This is ridiculous.
Stop it!
lf l let one go, l'm toast. Understand?
Once they sign, it's a done deal.
l won't tell your daughter.
l doubt she'd want to know her father's one of my best clients.
- Bye. - Bye.
- We're gonna put on a hell of a show.
(beep)
- Hi, Germain.
l'm worried. Call me back.
Listen, Nathalie called. She's fine.
She's studying and can't see you. Let's leave her to it.
Let me know what's happening. Kisses.
(beep)
- Hey.
- So you blew me off? - Ah...
Max is cool, huh?
- Sure. Pretty damn blunt, though.
- lt didn't go well? - lt's fine. Fine.
- Listen, Nat...
l never do this,
but if you want to back out...
... you can. - Come on.
l just told you it went well. - l just spoke to your father.
- How'd he find out?
- l'm not sure.
- Here.
l didn't go.
- Why?
- l couldn't go through with it.
lt wasn't fun anymore.
As you said, it's not my thing.
(sniffling)
- Any messages?
- No, but your daughter just went up.
- Nathalie?
Who did this to you?
- My dealer.
My goddamn dealer!
l didn't have his 400 bucks.
He lost it.
l know what you think of me!
Poor kid!
Doing drugs!
Lost and aimless! Huh?!
Well, you know what?
You're right.
- lf l was your father, l'd get you out,
whether you liked it or not - and fast.
- lf you were my father, l'd be way too scared of you.
l'd lie to you, anyway.
l'm sorry.
l'm just scared...
... scared of going home alone.
You said you were staying here...
(cellphone ringing)
(ringing)
- Hello?
- St-Leonard-de-Longueuil.
- Who is this?
- You came to see me two days ago.
You were looking for a church to save your daughter.
l found it.
lt's St-Leonard-de-Longueuil Church.
Robillard Street, corner Lalande.
- l'd forgotten about you.
- You're not the only one.
- Thank you.
(Angelique sighing)
What is this?
- Can we go now? Enough already.
(dance music blaring from car) (car horn honking)
- Hang on. l'll be right down.
- Are you going to be okay?
- Yeah, it'll be fine.
When you see Nathalie, try not to be too hard on her.
- Don't worry, l just want to talk to her.
- Okay.
- Angie!
- l was just gonna call you. - Forget Sugar Daddy!
Where's my money?! - You'll get it!
- Butt out, old man! - Leave her alone!
- Stay out of it!
Mr. Dagenais, stop!
Ah!! Stop!
(dealer groaning)
What have you done?!
You think this is gonna help me?!
Fuck, you're even crazier than l thought!
Deal with your own fuckin' problems and leave us the hell alone!
Nathalie, too! Fuck!
You're no better than she is, fuck!
You're no better!
l'm terrified he'll get into serious trouble.
l really think he's lost it.
He's armed! He's liable to kill someone!
- Unbelievable.
You kept the gun?
What happened next?
- l started thinking.
- About what?
- Whether or not l'd let her go.
- So what did you do?
- Okay.
Now, we're gonna settle this once and for all.
'Cause you look beat and l am too.
l'll ask you one question.
Just one.
Think it over carefully before answering.
Your answer will determine
whether you come with me downtown...
... or stay here with Mom and Dad.
Nathalie.
Look at me.
Where were you on May 19?
- ln the morning?
- Yes.
- What time?
- Hi, you've reached the Dagenais. Please leave a message.
Thank you.
- Jeanne?
Jeanne, pick up. lt's me.
l'm coming home. But l'll have to stop by the office.
So... l'll see you tonight.
Okay?
Thank you.
Lay off, Robert! We'll discuss it later! All right?
Did you receive my conclusions for Claire's report?
Yeah. Listen, it's 1 1 :30;
l'll be in Quebec City around 2:00. Bye.
(brakes squealing)
(bells tolling)
- Thanks.
Mr. Dagenais.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Mr. Doraine. l hope this is farewell.
- ln my line of work, one never knows.
- About Nathalie...? - Don't worry about her;
she did great. She has a rock-solid alibi.
Bye now.
- l'll walk you to your car.
- Which way to Montreal?
- Your best bet-- - l'd be glad to show you.
lt's on my way, actually.
- Thank you.
- Enough is enough.
What did you tell the cop? What's this about an alibi?
- l said l was in school all morning.
That's why he didn't take me in.
- Stop screwing with me!!!
l saw you leaving MaxMatic.
l was there!
What happened?! Huh?!
- He was dead when l got there.
- Stop lying to me, dammit!!! - Who's the liar here?!
Why didn't you tell the cop you were in Montreal
and that you knew Barbeau, fuck?!
- l did it because l love you!
- All you cared about was your Parliament buddies
seeing your daughter's ass on the Net!
- Yes! Yes, you're absolutely right.
l couldn't bear it, Nathalie.
Because no father...
... who loves his daughter...
... could bear that.
Not one. Okay?
Not one!!
- l'm sorry.
Just tell me you didn't do it.
- lt wasn't your father, Nathalie.
Ange...
Angelique called me after you were beaten
in the street.
She told me everything - your anger, your weapon...
About their online session.
l had to do something! You weren't answering your phone!
l didn't sleep a wink.
At five in the morning, l left.
l drove like a bat out of hell.
l got to Montreal at 7:00.
And l waited for him.
(Max laughing)
- Your daughter wants to do porn. So what?
- No way.
- l was at a rave. l'm a little high.
lt'll be cool!
l just want to film your daughter.
- Listen, l didn't come here to cause trouble.
l just came to talk.
We could go for a coffee.
- Oh, yeah? A coffee, huh?
- Please stop.
l beg you.
Leave my daughter alone.
- Go on. That's very moving. Beg me again.
- Please--
- Oh, yeah! That's good! Look!
Begging gives me a hard-on.
- How much?
- For you, no charge.
l mean...
l usually charge for a blowjob, but for you...
- You killed him?
- lt was an accident.
He broke his neck. l...
l panicked.
Earlier, l threw out the clothes we wore that day.
Nathalie's agenda.
The gun and ''Mr. Tremblay's'' cards with your cellphone number.
All l kept was the tape.
lf things had gone badly for Nathalie with the police,
l'd have turned it in.
lf ever they come back, it'll prove your innocence.
l'm so sorry...
... l couldn't tell you before.
(TV): ln today's news, principal private secretary
and right-hand man of Minister Claire Beaulieu
Germain Dagenais announced his resignation...
- Angelique?
Angelique, l don't know where you are, but...
please call me back.
Call me back, all right?
''l love you both,
''though it didn't always come out right.
''l realize all the love you've given me.
''l know it will help me along my chosen path.
l'll always be your little girl.''
Translation and Subtitling: Danielle Gauthier, CNST, Montreal