Does this hurt?
Not really.
When l press here?
That's okay.
Come to the hospital.
Just one x-ray.
- Do it. - No.
We'll keep an eye on her.
l'll send her in if anything happens.
As for him,
should we up his medication?
No.
He'll act less autistic with what l gave him.
Good luck.
lt doesn't matter now if we don't understand him.
He's obviously a ticking bomb.
What did you say to set him off?
- l talked about you. - Me?
Your research. ''The delishouses are packdines.''
We can easily prove he's violent and out of control.
He has been for a while.
Crazy, that is.
- Listen to him. - Not crazy...
Afraid.
Mr. Frappier is terrified of something.
Of you.
And he's confronting his fear rather well.
lt's not me.
lt's because his words can be deciphered.
How so?
He doesn't want to be understood.
Why doesn't he just shut up?
That's schizophrenia.
lt's not our logic. He's in a parallel world.
ls it logical to him?
Exactly.
What we do know is Mr. Frappier is afraid.
He wants to talk, but by forcing open his door,
l threw him off balance.
You can try his door,
but there might not be anyone home.
Boss...
l'm here for a few days
but as of Saturday l'm on vacation.
lt's approved.
What do you suggest?
l'll work with him under guard.
l'm going on my honeymoon. After Christine's autopsies...
The guys must have found something by now.
See that? He acts like he doesn't hear me.
All right.
We're getting gas.
No...
No, because...
There won't be any problem.
Anne was attacked. She's okay.
- The guy jumped her. - Bingo.
Think it's funny?
lt means he's the killer.
Johnson thinks so, but she disagrees.
Why?
Fortier thinks he was scared.
He speaks to me like that again, l'm out of here.
He feels down, that's all.
Down?
l feel down too, since Marie-Jo...
Have l ever mentioned it? l never bother anyone.
Maybe you should talk about it.
lt wouldn't hurt.
Back to the neighbors.
No one's home. What do we do? Break in?
We wait. He needs a witness.
The woman was never married.
Her son's last name is Frappier, not Poudrier.
lt's his mother, though.
So?
The birth certificate proves the victim is his mother.
She's an orphan.
Frappier must be his dad, but there's nothing...
What?
No father.
Maybe she gave her son the biological father's name.
Her record isn't detailed.
lt's from the '30s.
- No family? - Nothing...
besides this.
The house is still registered to the previous owners.
l called them. Ordinary folk.
They sold it through an agent.
They said the lady had a son, but hadn't spoken to him.
A regular transaction.
Keep looking.
Thank you.
l didn't know it would upset you,
though l should have.
Do you understand what l'm saying?
l think you hear, but don't understand.
Are you listening carefully?
We found a body in your house.
A dead person.
Do you know who it is?
You don't know?
When l say ''body,''
do you know what it means?
A corpse.
A dead person.
ls that funny?
My f...
My face doesn't ring a bell?
See that? A kid.
At least this ghost street has some action.
Must be someone around.
Assaulting an officer... That's enough now!
Want to press charges?
Lock him up, then keep digging.
He'll crack eventually.
Nuts like him take time. You're too busy.
lf he goes catatonic, we'll get nothing out of him.
Bullshit. He's laughing at you.
When he winds up in court, he'll come around.
l'll leave the diagnosis to Dr. Fortier.
Wait for my call.
You're making a mistake.
''lron Attorney...''
MYF =
''Myf'' means ''my face.''
Give him the phone when it rings.
Rolande...
The interrogation room.
Mr. Frappier?
Here.
A friend from the psychiatric prison.
Physical closeness stresses him,
so tried the phone.
When l speak his language near him,
it's like we're one,
but he's afraid l'll destroy him.
Aside from that, he's fine?
ls he a murderer?
l don't know.
Of course.
l figured out his language structure.
He slurs over most of his words.
As do a lot of people.
l don't know if we can decipher their meaning.
At best, it's symbolic decomposition.
He knows what's real,
but can't express it.
Great...
There's the mother's body.
There's him. Different last names.
No known father.
Find the weapon, and the case is yours.
Don't be scared, kid.
We work for the police.
Where do you live?
Over there.
Not at school?
- Holidays. - Right.
That's the best thing about school.
Hold on.
ls your mom home?
She's working.
Here.
What about your dad?
Working.
Home alone?
We don't look it,
but we're cops.
- Yep! - So, you're alone?
What does your mom do?
Accounting, in an office.
- And your dad? - Hold on...
lnstalls telephone wires in houses.
All right kid, you can go.
Telephones?
Coincidence, maybe...
Two things:
The lady was struck with a blunt object.
Such as?
The size of the hole suggests a hammer.
- Hole? - Fractured skull.
Secondly, the body was full of liquid.
- What kind? - Beet juice.
She drank it before dying?
She was filled with it after she died.
That was the smell Dufour noticed.
That's what was dripping from the ceiling.
l didn't know that bodies could be mummified
with beet juice.
Honey, you're being morbid.
What's that one?
One of the girls dug up at Tetreault's.
lsabelle Rancourt, call girl.
The CAP report says
she did lnternet shows.
Yours?
Don't touch.
- Why? - She's not dressed.
Jealous of a dead body?
Don't touch her!
Answer.
Anything new on Tetreault's mother?
l miss you. When are you coming?
We're outside Frappier's place.
9130 Miller.
Right.
No one home there, either.
We're wasting our time.
We'll go around and check out back.
What's your hurry, kid?
Scared?
A lady in the backyard next door....
Our only witness, so far.
Can't pin this one on Frappier.
He might have an accomplice.
Then it's easy...
Put out an APB for a guy who speaks in tongues.
That makes two.
A lot of ghosts around, for the suburbs.
- Any beet juice in the body? - What?
You found her?
His parents know?
They're not home. l'll stay with him.
- Where are your parents? - Working.
The guy with the glasses already asked me.
Take care of him.
- You interrogated him? - A few questions.
His mother does accounting.
His dad works for the telephone company.
Telephone?
Telephone, telephone...
lt crossed my mind, too.
But anyone on the street could have a related job.
lt's still a lead.
Rolande?
Get me the work numbers of everyone on Miller Street.
Between 9000 and 9321 . Right.
That one goes to the morgue.
Get me the victim's background.
l'll check the active files for anything pertinent.
Hurray for teamwork.
- You'll go on with Frappier? - After my appointment.
Where?
At the doctor's. My head hurts.
l'll come.
l'll take a taxi.
l need space to think.
Your guys need you.
Yes. No.
Give me what you've got.
What's his name?
Tessier.
You can't reach him?
He installs phones and you can't phone him?
A supervisor?
lt's him.
The supervisor's boss, then?
l'll hold.
l knew you'd come.
Dead girls on your conscience.
Annoying, isn't it?
What's with your neck?
Johnson did that to you?
Want to talk about Mom?
l don't know what l want to talk about.
l just know l need to be here.
Know why?
You can't live without me, either.
Our lives are connected,
in life and in death.
You're not alone.
They were all like you.
lt gets embarrassing.
You didn't keep Carmen's genitals in your mother's freezer
just to taunt me.
And if that's not a confession...
Found it at my mother's.
Don't know what it was doing there...
lt was a gift.
Something special for you, that you didn't have.
Something l was missing?
That's a fact.
You found Carmen's penis in your mother's fridge.
Was she making sausage pie?
That's why you buried her with her clothes on?
Because like me, she was missing something?
You left her dressed to give her something,
or to hide what she was missing?
Life isn't that complicated.
l'll tell you why you're here.
Too many comic books and scary movies.
Serial killers who help cops is bullshit.
Know why?
One: l didn't kill anyone.
Two: l'm not smart.
Three: l won't teach you about killers.
lt's your problem.
Because l'm not one.
Did you kill your mother?
Heart attack.
You dug her out of the cemetery and buried her in your garden?
What? Do burials turn you on?
lf the murders are related,
Frappier's off our list.
Unless there's an accomplice.
He doesn't even have any family.
Where were you?
l told you.
Your doctor said he hadn't seen you.
My gynecologist hadn't seen me?
We're speculating that Frappier had an accomplice.
Second victim: single, from the suburbs, no family.
A freelance writer for women's magazines.
Nothing interesting.
A boyfriend, maybe?
We should question her colleagues.
She's freelance.
So what?
Did you see him again?
You're right. l'll go right away.
Excuse me.
ls it always like this?
lt's usually worse.
- You checked all the lines? - Yes.
The new system is almost ready to go.
We'll finish up tomorrow.
Thanks for helping us out.
Reni'll get better eventually.
Join us for a beer?
No... Too tired.
Can you keep the truck, then?
Because l might...
No problem.
Did you make this?
- Want my interpretation? - Of course.
Sick people are often creative.
Creative? lt's a paper airplane.
Like l said about his language,
he doesn't use symbols the way we do.
He uses words and images, but with his own logic.
So what does this mean?
l asked what happened when his meal was served.
He made the plane before he ate.
So?
He just wasn't hungry.
- No, it means something. - Sure...
But what?
lt's an unusual case.
Finding the source of his fear takes time.
lf he has an accomplice, we need to act quickly.
l'm sorry...
- l'm doing my best. - Sure...
That's what good old police methods are for.
Speaking of good old methods,
the boy's father used to work for the phone company.
The mother's an accountant. They're divorced.
lt might not seem important, but he lives alone on Miller St.
She lives elsewhere.
Reading with the TV on?
Did the cops ask anything besides my name?
Did they mention your mom?
Did they talk about her?
And you?
Did you?
What did you say?
That she does accounting.
Nothing else?
Alain? l'm looking for Fortier.
ls she with Tetreault?
Oh, really?
This afternoon?
No, that's fine.
l'll find her somewhere. Thanks.
Say hi to your wife.
lt's none of your business.
Your leaving work is my business.
l didn't leave work.
Visiting a prisoner when a case is closed?
That's leaving work.
Don't you understand how l work?
Sort of.
But not how you run your life.
l'm your boss. l need to know where you are.
Oh, that's it.
What's it?
You'll use work to control me.
Not to control you.
To protect you, maybe.
You know what's best for me.
Probably not. Not entirely.
But a sick relationship
with such a monster
to simply get over a feeling
is dangerous.
l'll tell you what that feeling is.
You're fascinated by evil.
Your guilt is turning from shame into perversion.
He'll contaminate you.
Controlling me.
That's the point.
Like keeping Parent from going on his honeymoon.
Naturally... this is the only life you have,
so you want to poison everyone else's.
You'll be glad to know l'm going back to work.
The interrogation room, please.
l'm ready.
No answer.
l can't believe nobody's home.
Frappier's here, the neighbor's dead...
Eight others are confirmed to be on vacation.
Maybe the rest went out for cocktails.
Who knows?
What does the airplane mean?
Do you like planes?
Ever taken a plane?
Myf...
l sound ridiculous.
lt's...
Hearing a boat on the birthing dock is serious.
l don't want to upset you,
but...
Good for you, if you see an improvement.
He stopped slurring his words.
But it's no clearer.
Maybe it's the medication.
l don't know, but he is emerging.
''Hearing a boat on the birthing dock is serious.''
l don't get it. Do you?
l have to decipher it...
His words are leading us somewhere.
And l have a bad feeling.
Put the street under surveillance.
- What do you think? - lt's far from over.
How do you feel just before you fall asleep?
What do you mean?
As you're dozing off,
and seeing images.
Like l smoked too much dope.
Your thoughts flow by themselves.
The phone rings.
As you're about to answer,
you're a bit confused.
That's how he feels.
That's what it seems like.
lt's screwed up.
So he's capable of killing?
ln that state, yes.
But not for logical reasons.
Untie him.
Are you sure?
You're watching him.
Hold on.
l don't think we can leave Saturday.
Although it is my greatest desire,
l didn't come here to kiss you.
The thick one's Tetreault. lt's all there.
The other is the Miller Street murders.
Frappier's mother is clear.
The other lady was knocked out, then thrown in the pool.
lf you don't come on Saturday, l'm going alone.
Come on... lt'll work out.
lf Johnson refuses, l'll give him a piece of my mind.
lt's your choice.
Of course.
When it rings in the rabbit hutch the music is iso-insulated.
Yes?
lmporting intruders is important.
Absolutely.
Pleasure is remote.
Pardon me?
Pleasure is remote.
Remote pleasure is the telephone?
That's it.
Pleasure is remote.
When we depend on big words the dogs eat our legs.
lt's dangerous?
lt is dangerous.
lt's dangerous?
Following the line is strong when you're in the maze.
Who's in the maze?
The salmon.
Watch him.
Don't restrain him.
That's fine. Thanks.
l made contact.
We talk to each other.
What's he say?
He's expressing emotions.
Good for him.
We have emotions, too.
Where are you at?
l can't say, yet.
lt's all here. Tetreault...
Frappier's neighbor was struck, then drowned.
The street's under surveillance.
Great.
They'll question anyone who shows up.
Residents, that is.
What are you doing? All alone?
No school?
Holidays.
Are your parents home?
My dad is.
Can l see him?
He's asleep.
l'll come back later.
Hey, Boss... Where's Anne?
She went home to bed.
Sure she's not with Tetreault?
You noticed her obsession too?
l put myself in her place.
l don't put myself in her place or anyone's!
l didn't mean anything by it.
The way things are going, l just want to say...
What?
Never talk to me like that.
Ever again.
You know, Gabriel...
l have a few months left.
l'd like to retire in peace.
lf it's not too much to ask.
We're all stressed out...
l'll be careful.
The cops are running a check on the boy's dad.
So what do we do?
Take what we've got over to Miller Street.
We'll x-ray the street if we have to.
l won't let him dominate me.
Johnson's right.
He dominates me when l think of him.
Pierre-Paul Tetreault, please.
What is it concerning?
Give him this message:
Word for word.
You're the nut.
Rest well.
l have to go through Dr. Ferland.
No problem. Give him my name.
Why won't you talk about your mother?
She doesn't live here.
Your parents are separated.
Okay, never mind your mom.
Your dad?
He doesn't let you stay here all alone?
Nothing unusual?
Only the boy.
He's not asleep. He's not even here.
He's at work?
Where is he?
Over there.
At the end of the street.
Johnson, please.
He went to Miller Street.
Tell him l'm on my way.
Right away?
Right away.
Search everywhere.
l'll check downstairs.
No lights downstairs.
Hold on, l'm coming.
l'm here.
Not in my eyes!
Mayrand!
Translation: Andrea Szakos