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Are you thirsty?

Why did you say that?

What?

That I'm built solid.

You want me to blot out Hugo

like you did Dad.

You want it all to disappear.

Why didn't you cry

when Dad killed himself?

To protect you.

You protected me from nothing.

You failed.

His bankruptcy, the debts he left us.

Wow, great!

Some protection!

Don't talk like that about your dad.

He loved you.

So what?

I'm talking about you.

10 years is enough grieving.

Grieving...

I hate that word.

Irne, your father,

and what's happening with Hugo...

It's a way of coming to God.

I do my best, Irne.

What?

I do my best.

Yes?

It's me.

I'm here. I'm at my dad's.

That's all there was?

- That's all.

Do you have a...

...a report or something?

Yes.

Hugo Ducharme-Collin's remains

were discovered on December 4.

DNA analysis indicates

death occurred 10 years ago.

The body was buried...

Irne!

A rapid intervention

seems increasingly likely.

Barack Obama has spent the day on the phone

consulting with his counterparts.

It is unlikely that the UN will

sanction an attack on the Syrian regime.

Russia and China,

staunch allies of Bashar al-Assad,

are sure to veto such a move.

Have you found someone new?

Not really.

- Not really?

You?

Nothing.

Nothing, in all that time?

I wish someone would tell me

Hugo was brave.

You want someone to forgive you?

But you're not guilty.

Don't you feel guilty?

What is it?

That guy in prison...

What about him?

- He exists.

You're back for your manhunt?

I'm back because you asked me.

Because you finally called.

I couldn't talk to you.

- In 10 years?

For 10 years I was afraid to see

what we saw in that box.

You abandoned us.

But don't worry, I'm not angry.

There was no room for me here.

Nothing's worse than grief you can't share.

I have my experience, you have yours.

Everyone has their own way.

Their own baggage.

I know.

- You don't.

Mo.

I know my baggage. And yours.

How's your father?

He's good.

He loves you as much as ever?

Yes.

What happened'?

Where am I supposed to go?

What happened'?

A jet flew over our fields.

It fired two rockets at us.

God is great!

Here, keep the change.

Thanks.

- Good night.

Christophe?

Bring two beers from the fridge.

Why don't you stay?

We've been over this.

You'd be better off here.

Dad, stop.

What about Irne?

I wish we hadn't met in the morgue.

Irne?

Irne, it's me.

Irne, open up, now!

You think.

You think you're alone.

You think of a name.

You're surprised.

I'm sorry.

- You're surprised.

It's the first that comes to mind.

You think it's a dream.

A dream, just a dream.

Just a dream.

But somethings different.

My condolences for what

you're going through.

Thank you.

The media have called non-stop.

Asking about the service.

I don't want media there.

If I see one camera, I'll call it off.

Let's begin.

I need some information about

the event. Date of death?

I haven't received it.

Can we just put the year?

Of course.

1995-2003.

Burial or cremation?

- Cremation.

Do you have a burial plot?

Or a prearrangement?

Where will you keep the ashes?

We haven't thought about it.

We can provide a family burial plot.

I have a range of options.

We came here for our son.

I know what you're going through.

Your world has collapsed.

I suggest you rent a niche

in the columbarium.

If one day you want a family tomb,

you need only move Hugo's ashes.

We can personalize the service.

It's often done, not expensive.

I have several models.

I can offer a package to meet

your budget

that includes a reception room,

buffet, flowers...

Where were you? They're here.

Hello.

Detective Herv Laroche.

Hello. If you'll come with me.

I have to inform you there'll be no trial.

Jean-Pierre Blake is dead.

He hung himself in his cell.

He didn't leave a note.

We presume it's linked

to your son's murder.

Life inside was rough after his confession.

We'll pursue the investigation,

but there'll be no trial.

Can we see the tape of his confession?

Yes, that's permitted.

We can do that later.

It has to be today.

I'm returning to Mexico for good.

I need the Crown's approval.

Is that long?

No, I can get it by phone.

But I have to warn you,

it may be hard to watch.

You can go. This is for me.

I have to put it behind me.

I know you...

- No, I'll stay.

What did the other prisoners do to him?

How old did you say he was?

Eight.

His name was Hugo.

After...

After that it's a blackout.

What do you mean?

I can't remember the rest.

It's all mixed up.

Go on,

try to remember.

I remember the cartoons.

We're at home.

Everything's shut.

The doors, blinds, curtains,

but the TV's always on.

Cartoons. Just cartoons.

There's food on the floor.

It's a mess.

At first,

I liked looking after him,

helping with schoolwork,

cooking for him,

giving him his bath, going to bed.

But then the kid stopped eating.

Didn't want me to teach him,

wouldn't play with me.

He just wanted to sleep.

He turned white as a cauliflower.

He had trouble breathing.

I didn't like it.

It was becoming ugly.

I didn't want that.

I hate ugliness.

I wanted him to stay beautiful,

like the first time.

So...

I smothered him with a pillow.

He died peacefully.

I'd seen death before.

I was an ambulance technician.

What I did is wrong,

but that's the way it was.

Jean-Pierre...

You said you played with him.

- Yeah.

What did you play?

He looked like a boy on my hockey team.

In LaSalle. I used to coach.

I know.

What games, Jean-Pierre?

What do you think?

- I'm not here to think for you.

The game was called...

It was called Reward.

How does it go?

What do you think?

Come on, Jean-Pierre.

I was nice to him.

Know what that means?

Nice how?

- Why do you want to know everything?

I don't want to know,

I want to understand.

Kissing.

What kind of kissing?

The kissing that men like us enjoy.

What kind of kissing?

He sucked me. I came.

Then I'd give him affection.

His reward.

Christophe!

I imagined him growing up.

He'd be 18 today.

So did I.

It's normal, I think.

For 10 years,

I was the father

of an invisible child.

I should've followed you.

I should've gone with you to Mexico.

Or stopped you, I don't know.

We could've kept Hugo alive in us.

I could've loved you.

You could've consoled me.

Without expecting anything in return.

But now it's too late.

Irne.

Close that.

Just one more, OK?

If I'd gone to pick him up...

- Irne.

You were a wonderful mother.

Sometimes it's like he existed

only in my head.

That's everything. Thanks.

Why won't he stay?

Take me in his arms?

Or love me?

We're going to die.

Each on our own.

Tomorrow's our last day.

They changed the doorway.

I don't know.

I can't remember.

Irne?

She'll be here in 5 minutes.

She's in the dining room.

She doesn't know her son died.

Lucille, you have a visitor.

I'll leave you two.

If you need anything,

there's a button by the bed.

Lucille, I'll be back later

with your snack.

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