1 U2'S "BAD" # If you twist and turn away # If you tear yourself # in two again Where are you going? ANNOUNCER: The 2:15 for Mont Laurier will be loading at gate number 10. Um, one ticket, please. Mont Laurier. # Surrender Do you mind? The guy in the back, he won't stop snoring. No. Sure. I'm Matt. I'm Martin. Hey, Martin. Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you. Where are you headed to? Just as far away as I can get. I'll drink to that, brother. # This heart of clay # See you walk, walk away Cheers. # Into the night METAL SCRAPING DRIVER: I think we've got a little engine trouble here, folks. Just sit tight. Oh, man. You know what? Same thing happened in St. Lawrence. We had to "sit tight" for nearly eight hours. Hell, this sucks. This totally sucks. Three-hundred and eighty-five dollars, cash only. All's I got is my dad's credit card. You can't read? Cash only. You have a licence? I had one. They took it away, though. Looks like you're driving. THE CLASH'S "SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO?" PLAYING # Darling, you got to let me know Whoo! SHOUTS # Should I stay or should I go? See that? # I'll be here till the end of time Fake. What happened? Courtesy of my stepdad. He socked me so hard, I flew across the kitchen and dented the Sheetrock. My mom was watching the whole thing. Well, why did he do that? Why does he do half the things he does? Fucking psycho, 200 pounds of worthless grease. But I got him back. What, you popped him back? Got me a tour in hell, though. Had me in military school by the next morning. But I don't believe in following people's rules, man, you know? Fuck people, fuck their rules. That's why I jumped the wall two days ago. Now I'm going to Seattle to play music. MATT STRUMMING GUITAR # I got the military blues # I got the military blues # They got my hair but not my soul Jesus Christ! I'm so sorry, man. I mean, I'm an idiot. I wasn't paying attention. No, forget about it. We're lucky this piece of shit had a spare. You ever changed a tyre before, Martin? Didn't think so. Cool. Uh... Okay. What do we got here? Yeah, I'll have us back on the road in no time, no time at all. But this time, I'm driving. Cool? Fucker's on tight. GRUNTING MATT WHISTLING VEHICLE APPROACHING First one's kind of always the hardest. After that, the rest of them come off pretty easy. VEHICLE APPROACHING WHISTLING You and I are about the same height, man. What? TYRES SQUEALING MATT GASPING, WHEEZING GASPING Shh. Be quiet. # Oh, yeah # I got the military blues # I got the military blues # They ain't got my hair, baby # They ain't got my soul 1 www.able.co.nz Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2016 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 Officer. Officer, I need your help. Oui, Madame. I just saw my son. On the ferry. C'est quoi votre probleme, Madame? My son is dead. He died 19 years ago. But this was my son. He walked straight in front of me. We had eye contact. He recognized me. A mother's not wrong about things like this. How can I explain how dangerous he was? How-- No, not was. Is. My son is a very dangerous man. Voici le dossier. Merci. What are you doing? Preparing a briefing for Agent Scott. Agent Scott? I don't understand why he needs to bring in someone else. We've got everything under control. We don't have anything, Joseph. That's because we did not have enough time. We just need a couple more days. That's it. Is she here yet? She was on the flight, but they can't find her. I'm having Gerard check baggage claim again. She's just going to be advising, right? This isn't about territory, Paquette. There hasn't been a murder like this in years, okay? And the first thing you go and do is bring in someone else. Come on. I have a strange feeling about this murder. We need help. We have nothing. Call me as soon as she gets here. Mm-hm. RUMBLING You got to be fucking kidding me. Special Agent Scott? Yes. We were waiting for you at the station. That's a grave, you know. Yes, I know. Ah. Agent Scott. Monsieur Director, hello. I see you are already making yourself comfortable. Here is Joseph Paquette and Emile Duval. They are leading the investigation. Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you. Thank you for inviting me. We didn't. We're pretty sure the victim was killed somewhere else and then brought here. Um, I... I think it was premeditated. What? I think it was premeditated. I think the killer chose this site specifically, and dug it in advance. Um, I can show you. You can tell because, see the corners? They're neat. They're symmetrical. The proportions are precise. They're exactly 5'11". Your victim 5'10"? Yes, exactly. I think he's been watching him for a few weeks. Studying his habits, his routine. And he knew that he could rely on digging the grave right here. And how did he know the victim would be here when he wanted? Um, that's a bicycle path, right? On the photos you sent, the victim had these slight indentations on his ankles. I'm guessing that's from bicycle clips. Also, there's a sexual element to all this. The strangling from behind, cutting off the hands, smashing in the face. It's tactile, it's immediate. It's what turns him on. And, uh... And he wanted you to find the body. I mean... Why else bury it at a construction site unless you want it to be dug up, right? His eyes, do we think they were removed or are they still in his skull? We don't know. You don't know, and I assume you're doing a-- Skull reconstruction. Yes, of course. It's being done right now. Okay. Are we done here? Yeah. Okay. Bonne nuit. Good night. Don't worry about Paquette. He's impulsive. He wants to rush into everything. I don't blame him. It's good to see you again, Illeana. Means a lot that you're up here. Lying in the grave. My investigators think you are some kind of witch. I've been called worse. You know that. I know. 1 KNOCKING ON DOOR Hi. I'm sorry for disturbing you. A man was killed last night. It happened in a parking lot outside a 24-hour health club around 9:00. Same m.o.? Same everything. We found the garrotte at the scene. It looks homemade. And the face was bashed in with a loose stone. Didn't have time to get to the hands, though. Why not? He was interrupted. The victim's name was Clive Morin. And that's James Costa. He claims he saw most of what happened. OVER SPEAKER He headed towards my car and I hear... When our guys got to the scene, he was trying to revive the victim. INTERVIEWER: What about the blood on you? You try to help somebody who's bleeding to death... SCOTT: Is he checking out? you're gonna get some blood on your jacket. James McKeen Costa. Born Nova Scotia, 1965. Everything looks pretty standard. We've got blood samples and a DNA swab on their way to the lab. I turn, and I see a man standing over somebody else with a... a rock... in his hand... and then... he started beating this guy's face in, so I... I shouted, uh-- What did you shout? Uh... "Stop!" You know, something dumb like that. I don't... I don't know. I... And then I ran towards them, and he-he-he... he looked up at me and pointed a gun at me, and... I... I don't know. I thought... I don't know what I thought. And then he... And then he ran away. He's gone, and I call the cops, and I tried to perform CPR on the other guy until the paramedics came. Did you remove the garrotte? The--? Oh, the thing around his neck? Yeah, I... I kind of had to. Did you see where the attacker went? Yeah, he went far from me. Right? What kind of gun did he have? He had the kind that puts really big holes in people. I... I saw this guy, all right? And I can draw a little bit, all right? So, maybe if... if you would give me a piece of paper, I could sketch him for you. DOOR OPENS I don't know about this guy. I can't read him. Something about his answers. You mind if I give it a try? No, please go ahead. Hi. You another cop? In a way, yes. I'm Special Agent Illeana Scott. Special Agent? I'm FBI. I'm helping on the case. Can I ask you a few questions? You gonna ask the same ones the other guy did? Yes, probably. Do you mind if I have a cigarette? No, of course not. You nervous? Yes. I am. Extremely. Thanks for the pad of paper. So, what did he look like? He had extremely bright eyes. Burning, you know? Even in the dark. His hair... could have been blond. Uh... He had a beard. He had, not five o'clock shadow, but something cultivated. Did he seem agitated or in control? Oh, Jesus. Is that what I think it is? Hmm? Is that... That's the... That... that... That was... That was around his neck, right? Am I right? Am I right? Yes, yes. All right, did you... You did that on purpose? All right, look, I'm doing my best here, all right? That man's face was half gone! All right? I couldn't even... He didn't even look human. I did everything I could to try to help him and he... he died, okay? He died. There was... Look, there was too much blood. I'd never seen so much blood in my life, and I kept trying, even though I knew that it was too late. I saw the man who did this. Okay? I saw him, and I can show you what he looks like, and then... and then you can go catch him. Okay. What do you think? The pattern marks on Morin's neck show that the killer's left-handed. He's sketching with his right hand, he tried to light a cigarette with his right hand. I think we're going to need a little more than that, no? Yeah, I know that. There's also a file left open on the table. Your profile-- your evidence, your notes, everything. If he were the killer, chances are, he'd be trying to take a look at it. Psychopaths actually have very different brain patterns. You, uh... You say words like "tree," "sofa," "house," "rape," "incest," "murder." A normal person's brain pattern changes. Their frontal lobe reacts. Psychopaths have no reaction. They feel the same about rape and murder as they do about eating dinner. They have no emotional connection. Anyway, my point is that when he saw the garrotte, he reacted with genuine shock and disgust. GLASS SLAMS, VIBRATES A psychopath's brain? You learn a lot of that kind of stuff at the FBI, don't you? I mean, all those theories, all those books. Yeah, that's right. I'm not sure what I see in you yet, with all your tricks. I don't have any tricks. Bullshit. You pulled a lot of them in that room just now. Agent Scott? Can I talk to you for a second? Excuse me. Uh... it's just, I have three sisters, and they get that same look in their eye when they're being cornered and they don't like it. I'm sorry if I'm wrong, but-- No. Thank you. All right. IN FRENCH PAQUETTE: Henri Bissonette, a freelance scuba diver. Is that our construction site body? Yes. His sister identified him. Bissonette used to work for him on and off for a few years. Also, his sister said he disappeared just about a couple of weeks ago, but his credit cards have been in use all this time. What kind of a man was he? What do we know? He lived in a small apartment. Picked up odd computer jobs. He didn't have a lot of friends. Mm-hmm. You ever do that? Go diving? Mm. My ex-wife made us take one of those Club Med holidays. She wasn't down 20 feet before she freaked out. Couldn't take it. That's a good one. Have you ever gone diving, Agent Scott? No, I've never tried it. CELL PHONE RINGING It's very serene. Oui? The fish just swim all around you. They don't even mind that you're there. You'd like it. It's quiet. CUTLERY CLINKS I've got a hit on that sketch. Where? Some residential hotel, near the river. Whoa, whoa. What are you doing? Shouldn't we be going? We're still eating our breakfast. Follow me. Thank you. So he paid me cash three months in advance and I never see him. Do you see him here? Yeah, that's him. Before you guys bust him, he kind of owes me $90 on the phone bill. Maybe you guys can take care of that. You know what? We need that phone bill. All right. You guys gonna pay it? We'll see. TAPE RIPPING WATER TRICKLING WATER TRICKLING LOUDER Everything's clear. METAL JANGLING Oh, shit. What? Ah! Ugh. Staying on top can take an extra boost. Sometimes you need an energy drink with something more - something smarter, healthier. Introducing new Berocca Forward. We've added vitamins, minerals and the natural energy of guarana. Now that's forward thinking. Berocca Forward - more than just energy. 1 The ring from the finger was engraved with the name Clark William Edwards. It's from Vancouver Secondary School. 34 years old. Works part-time on an Alaskan cruise line. His credit card was used yesterday in Montreal. He had not been reported missing. Good. Let's keep it that way. Why? Let's not reward the killer with media coverage. He likes attention. He'll be pissed off. If he's pissed off, he'll make a mistake. We should put a marker on Clark William Edwards' credit card and order surveillance of this place. So we're getting close. One more thing. The lab results on Costa's DNA came in. He's clean. Good. MAN AND WOMAN LAUGHING Man... You got those coffees and a sandwich? So this isn't a coincidence, right? No. And the two cops outside the gallery? That's not a coincidence either, right? Does that bother you? I've been looking over my shoulder since this whole thing happened, so no. I'm... I'm glad for the company. How are you doing? Mm. I can't sleep, but that's all right. I, uh... I have a giant show on Friday and a bunch of new paintings. If I don't sell them, I'm gonna go broke, so I'm throwing myself into my work. Kind of like you. Here you go. Did, uh... you get any responses to the sketch? Uh, maybe. You're being vague. That night, do you remember Clive Morin fighting back? Uh... I mean, you know, it took me a couple of seconds just to even register what was going on. Um... I heard these sounds, I saw him with the rock in his hand. By the time I saw Clive Morin, you know, he wasn't doing anything. Um, how do you know CPR? I don't. I mean, I... I... I tried to do CPR on him, but I just did what I could, you know? I imitated what I've seen on TV. You looking at my fingers? You looking at this? Yes. You're, like, looking at everything. No, this is... This is... I, uh... I make my own frames, you know? And I, uh... And the closer we get to the show, the worse my accuracy is. Well, I'd like to buy you a cup of coffee, but it looks like you have a problem. Well, the first step is admitting to it. Is that a sense of humour? Is that what that is? It is. All that, and what's this? My cell phone number, in case you remember anything else. Anything that might be helpful. Okay. All right. Well, thanks. Okay. I'll, uh... Maybe you want to come to the show on Friday night. I think you'd like it. Lots of strange, disturbing pieces. All right. Whoever was in that hotel room called this number 20 times. Rebecca Asher. She claimed to have seen her dead son at the Quebec ferry terminal three weeks ago. And what do we know about her? In her late 60s, uh... no husband, lives alone. I'm... I'm gonna handle this one on my own, I think. Okay? LAUGHING Elle parle francais. I know you've seen this picture on the news, Mrs. Asher, but if you could just take a closer look at it, please... Of course. Could that be your son? It could be. STRANGLED CHIRPING I recognized him on the ferry. He had a full beard, hat low on his forehead, but his eyes, they were unmistakable... and... he was pulling on his ear. It's an old nervous tic from childhood. I could never get him to break it. Were you ever actually asked to identify a body years ago? They showed me some remains that had been hit by a truck. I can't say that I was in any way prepared for it. No, of course not. I'm sorry. May I? Please. Martin? No. No, that is, uh, Reese. That's Martin's older brother. Oh. By older, I mean three minutes. Twins? Identical. Has... Has Reese been receiving any strange phone calls, or... Of course you couldn't know. Reese passed away. Oh. I'm sorry. They were 14. They took a raft out on the Saint Michel. There had been a very big snow melt-off that year and Martin fell overboard. Reese jumped in to save him. Only Martin reached the shore. Well, that must have been devastating for you. It was. Well, it was for Martin too. You know, Reese... he was just charismatic, outgoing. After he died, Martin just took a strange turn. He became violent, and when he was 16, he stole most of my jewellery and ran away. The police from Saint Jovite called me just a few days later telling me about the accident. That's a great one. Oh. Yes. Summer vacation, Fort Rupert. And this? Oh, that was our first symphony. The Magic Flute. Of course. He's cute. He was. He was cute. Oh, now, that's Martin. He always had to wear those big glasses. Half the time, I couldn't tell them apart unless he had those on. I'll just take that... safe for you. Oh, um, I forgot my purse. I'll just be-- I'll get it. Here you are. Thank you. I appreciate your time. You've been very helpful. You will call me when you find him, won't you? Yes, of course. Good. So? How long does it take here to dig up a body? WOOD CREAKING According to his mother, Martin Asher had only broken one bone in his life. The left radius, falling off a chair or something. This kid broke a lot of bones. Mostly in his face, hands, and torso... but... as you can see, the left radius is intact. This isn't the body of Martin Asher. Okay. We'd better get Mrs. Asher someplace safe. 1 CLERK: Here, Mrs. Asher. Room 601. No, no, I'm afraid that room is unacceptable. It's too near the elevator. How did she talk you into putting her up here? Mrs. Asher has a way with words. She's hiding something. There's a door in the house and it's hidden by a bookcase. Her house is under the department's protection, but that doesn't mean we can just go in and search it. Well, what about a headstrong FBI agent who's just... not familiar with the rules? Now, that's a different story. LIGHT SWITCH CLICKS RODENTS SQUEAKING FAINT ECHO OF CHILDREN YELLING EXHALES There you are. SCREAMS ENGINE REVS, MOTORCYCLE PASSES CELL PHONE RINGING Scott. DUVAL: Illeana. The crime scene investigators think he came in through a second- story window. Mrs. Asher claims no one else has a key, and so far the fingerprints haven't turned up anything. Mm-hmm. How are you feeling? You okay? I'm fine. Are you sure? I'm fine. Illeana, Leclair knows you were at the house. I don't think he connected you with anything else.... Could--? Would you come to the office about an hour early tomorrow? Sure. I'll see you there. Bye. Taking lives. That's what Martin Asher's been doing for almost 20 years. His first victim, John Doe. He was clumsier then. He covered it up with a car accident to fake his own death, and then he took the boy's identity. There's a gap in the killings between John Doe and Henri Bissonette, but that does not mean that Asher was dormant. Yes, ViCLAS gave us 19 unsolved murders throughout Eastern Canada. At least 11 match the m.o. All who either lived solitary lives or simply would not be missed right away. Henri Bissonette. Asher kills him, takes his life, lives in his apartment, uses his credit cards. He even pays his taxes. Nothing extravagant. He's just living Bissonette's life. Then he drops him for Clark William Edwards, and as Edwards, he stalks Morin. All of these men have something in common, something that he desires. Simply a life different from his own. I met his mother. Asher had a twin brother who she clearly favoured, so this guy can't stand to be who he actually is for even a moment, so... he overlaps bodies. He's like a hermit crab. He outgrows one shell and he starts looking for a new one. So, guys, the message is clear, right? He's outside looking for his next victim. Thank you, Illeana. Okay. Someone just broke into James Costa's gallery. All that's missing is my organizer and a business chequebook? Nothing else? PAQUETTE: The alarm system was cut. Yeah, right, so this doesn't feel like a normal break-in? What happened tonight, Mr. Costa? All right, listen, I do... I do all my calls to Europe at night, all my shipping stuff at night. I'm here. I want a cup of coffee, I go to the diner across the street, I come back in, the door's busted open, and my desk is all messed up. You think it's him, right? We're going to assign some more officers to your apartment, Mr. Costa, until we make sure this is nothing. COSTA: Well, that answers my question. Clark William Edwards. Oh, Jesus. You're meeting with someone named Clark William Edwards tomorrow night? Is that right? Yeah. He's a potential buyer. His rep called me up yesterday. Could be a really big client. You're kidding me. We'll have undercover officers watching you all the time. The best surveillance team. We're still talking about the same guy who smashes in people's faces and cuts off their hands, right? C'est ca? He won't come within 50 yards of you, okay? DUVAL: It would be a great service to the city of Montreal. SCOFFS It is a very dangerous thing to do, but it is probably our best shot at actually catching this guy. All right? All right, all right. But only, uh, in service to the great city of Montreal. INHALES DEEPLY, SIGHS Tu me rends a la maison apres, eh? D'accord. Wait, is he going to drive me home? Could Agent Scott drive me home? I should have stayed in Winnipeg. You know? I had a nice gallery, three paintings on the wall, nobody ever came in. If you would have stayed there, we wouldn't have had a witness who could draw such a detailed sketch of the killer, and that's made a big difference. Well... that's a generous way of looking at it. Left here? No, uh... just keep going straight, past Chevalier. CLEARS THROAT Can I, um... Can I ask you a question? Yes. How do you do it? How do you live your life surrounded by all this... ugliness? You know, I mean, murderers and victims, and these pictures, you know? What I'm going through just a little bit is what you live every day, right? This is my job. There are different jobs. There are better jobs. Not for me. No, there isn't. Um, 219? 219? Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, right up here. What does, um... What does Mr. Agent Scott think about all this? I'm not married. I just... I just wear that. KNOCKING Walk you to the door, Mr. Costa? Yeah, all right. I'll be... So, listen, tomorrow, um... It's going to be okay. Try to get some sleep. Then I'll look forward to seeing you tomorrow. 1 Is there some kind of signal I should give if I need help? You know, like... PAQUETTE: No need. All eyes will be on you. We've got five men on the inside and a dozen outside. So don't worry. When he shows up, we'll be right on top of him. That's a comfort. MASSIVE ATTACK'S "INERTIA CREEPS" PLAYING Recollect me, darling Raise me to your lips Two undernourished egos Four rotating hips Hold on to me tightly I'm a sliding scale Gotta endure Then you can inhale Clearly You okay? What? Would you like another? Refill? Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Scotch, right? Yeah. WOMAN: Whoo! Inertia creeps Moving up slowly She comes Moving up slowly She comes Moving up slowly He's late. Yes, he is. MAN SHOUTING Moving up slowly She comes Moving up slowly Between us is our kitchen... Been here before Been here forever She comes Moving up slowly Inertia creeps Moving up slowly She comes There be no sound In my eiderdown Awake I lie In the morning's blue Room is still My antenna in you I just got a note. It says, "Meet me in the men's room." MAN: We've lost Costa's mic. I'm working on it. There's too much interference in the club. In a minute, I'll go, all right? It's been a long time PATRONS CHATTER LOUDLY Is anybody fucking there? Hello? I'm going to the restroom. Ah! Meet me outside. What the hell's going on? We thought it best to cut it off. Yeah, well, I've been sitting in there for two hours. He must have made us. "He must have made us"? What does that mean? That means... That means he saw you? He knows what's happening? He knows that I'm cooperating with the police? Take it easy, okay? Oh, take it easy? You know, you ever been... Have you ever been fishing? The bait always dies. Oh, boy. INDISTINCT TRANSMISSIONS OVER POLICE RADIO This ought to provide you with some juicy profiling material. Single art dealer living in constant state of organized chaos. Purchases firearm, even though he doesn't know how to use one... for a false sense of security. You can come in, you know. No, it's all right. Thank you. You two, back door. You'll be safe. You have two guys in the back and two in the hallway. Okay? Great. Just going to check the street one more time. All right. So if you need anything, you know how to get me, Duval or Paquette, yeah? Yeah, uh, back there at the bar... It's okay. No, I really wish I hadn't freaked out like that. You know, really. I wasn't helping anybody. You've been great. You're making me sound nicer than I am. You are nice. Oh, no! It's... It's the kiss of death. What do you mean? Us nice guys never get the girl. I should go. You know how to find us. CHILDREN YELLING So, I'm leaving. What do you mean? My job is done here. You have a workable profile and a witness. You don't need me anymore. Well, Illeana, we need someone who can get into Asher's head. I know that, and you have a suspect. Well, that might not be enough. What's really going on here? Nothing. Please. What is it? I might be having a reaction to the witness. A reaction? Favourable. One that could cloud my judgement. I see. Illeana, how long did we know each other when I was down at Quantico? Six months. How many times were you asked for a drink? I don't know. How many times did you turn them down? Every time. Well, I think it takes a lot to cloud your judgement. Listen, I have to catch this guy. I know you. You have to catch him too. I really need you. Please. FRENETIC DRUM BEAT PLAYING CROWD CHEERING D'accord. Tout est beau? At least the food is good. Yeah. Because the art is shit. LAUGHS Try not to look so much like cops. I almost didn't recognize you without a picture of a dead body. That's nice. Yeah, it sounded better in my head. Here. Have a drink. No, thank you. I mean, it's... It's just water. Right? Thank you. Excuse me. This one is... is my favourite. I don't know why. The sky... The sky in it, you know, it reminds me of growing up in Nova Scotia. Where did you grow up? Just outside Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. Oh, yeah? You a country girl? I'll let you get back to work. Thank you. Pardon, madame. It's him. Freeze! ONLOOKERS SCREAMING COPS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY It's okay. It's okay. PEOPLE SHOUTING IN FRENCH PLAYING DIXIELAND JAZZ PEOPLE SCREAMING FIREWORKS EXPLODING AFRO-CUBAN MUSIC PLAYING FIRECRACKERS POPPING So now he's running loose again. We lost him in the crowd. It was a fucking mob scene out there. LECLAIR: Fucking mob scene. And Costa? DUVAL: Shaken up, but he wasn't hurt. LECLAIR: What do you think his next move is? I think he sees James Costa as unfinished business. DUVAL: We've got Costa on a flight to Toronto tomorrow morning at 8:30. Well, then I want one of you to take him personally to the airport. Okay, I'll go. Dismissed. 1 Oh, hey. Would you mind taking these? We are running a little late. Yeah, I know. I know. I'm coming. Okay. Hi, James. Where are you going? C'est bon, les gars. Merci bien. De rien. You're not leaving, are you? Come on, after all these fun games we've been playing? All this time that I've put into it? Take a seat. There's a police officer outside your apartment. I also couldn't help but notice that you've been packing... STOMPS OUT CIGARETTE And that... is not... okay! CHOKING You know, I thought you and I had a special relationship, The kind that demanded a great deal of respect, but obviously, you don't understand, so I'm gonna explain it to you again. You have something that I want, therefore... WHISPERING it's mine, so this idea of running away? It's not gonna happen. STRAINING FOR BREATH I need you to answer something for me. What did you tell the police about me? What do the police know about--? GRUNTS COUGHS CLICKS CLICKS COSTA: Help! Help me! Help! Drop it. I said drop it! GUNSHOTS PHONE SPEED-DIALS This is Agent Scott. Officer down, 219 Saint Amelie. Shit. CAR DOOR SLAMS TYRES SQUEALING HONKING BRAKES SCREECHING AIR HORN BLOWING AIR HORN BLOWS HONKING GRUNTS HONKING Help! RIPPING COSTA GROANS Is he dead? Is he dead? Is he dead? Help! Is he dead? Drop your weapon! -It's him! It's him! It's Asher! Drop your weapon! Drop your weapon now! -He shot Duval! He killed... Drop it! Move! Move! Go! He was lucky. An accident like this, only stitches. Do you know where he was taking you, Mr. Costa? I have no idea. Well, I think he just wanted to add Mr. Costa to his collection. I'm so sorry about Inspector Duval. He was trying to save my life. So, what now? We got our lab results. Asher's DNA matches the hairs found on Clive Morin's body. So it's over? We'll need a statement from you, some paperwork. Other than that, yeah, it's over. You did a very brave thing in that car today, Mr. Costa. You were great. Yeah, thank... Thank you. Bye. KNOCKING GASPING URGENTLY Bonjour. May I help you? Yeah, can you call Ms. Scott's room, please? Of course. I'm so sorry, sir. She has a "do not disturb." Can I take a message for her? No. LOUD RUMBLING Please. (VOICE TREMBLES) I've got my boy in the back. INDICATOR CLICKS RHYTHMICALLY (GASPS) SILENCE (EXHALES SLOWLY) Mate, I'm so sorry. I thought there was time. You just pulled out. I don't have time to stop. It was a simple mistake. LOUD RUMBLING Please. (VOICE TREMBLES) I've got my boy in the back. I'm going too fast. I'm sorry. (SOBS) SEAT BELT CLICKS EERIE CREAKING HARSH WHOOSHING 1 CHURCH BELL PEALING Hey. Hey. Hey. What? Ow! It's the stitches. INHALES SHARPLY Looks like you opened up some last night. I'll have to re-do some of them. They got art down there, don't they? -What? -Mm. Down there in Washington, D.C. I mean, those... Those politician types, they like to hang things on their walls, don't they? I'm just saying, I could start a little... You know, a... a gallery. CELL PHONE RINGING I could find a space there. They have galleries there, right? RINGING CONTINUES Oh, God. Where is it? Oh, my God. CLEARS THROAT Scott. She's here? No, I'm, uh... I'm in the hospital already. I'm just here with a friend. Be gentle. I'll be... I'll be right up. Okay. Uh, that was Leclair. Ow! I have to meet him upstairs. Ooh! DOCTOR: Sorry. Um, do you want to... You gonna come back here or do you want to meet in the lobby? Um, lobby. Okay? All right. Okay. How's your friend? He's fine. I know this is unpleasant for you, Mrs. Asher, but if you could just give us a definitive identification... I understand. Can't touch the body. I'll touch anything I wish. DOOR CLOSES Crazy old bat. ILLEANA: Mrs. Asher? Mrs. Asher. Mrs. Asher! COSTA: Hello, Mother. All I ever wanted... was to love you... but you wouldn't let me. It was always Reese. Because you could have had me forever, but you... ruined it. You ruined...everything. CHUCKLES Step back, Martin. You don't frighten me. ELEVATOR DINGS DOORS OPEN PAQUETTE: Illeana! PAQUETTE: Illeana! WHISPERING Costa did it. Costa did it. Costa is Asher. What did you say? Oh, shit. Costa did it. Where is he? Elevator. Where is he? Where? Elevator! Down? Up? Down. Which one? Poussez-vous! Police! ELEVATOR DINGS Fuck! LECLAIR SPEAKING FRENCH URGENTLY INTO PHONE WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER PA SYSTEM METAL RATTLING Come on, for fuck's sakes. Hey, man. I found these in the machine. Are they yours? Yeah, thanks, man. Yeah, I was buying a pack of cigarettes... SHOUTING IN FRENCH So you don't trust us, but you did trust her enough to come up here and fuck our killer. The case was closed. She's done nothing but handle herself in a professional manner. Bullshit! Tell that to Duval. Remember Duval? And the poor bastard lying in the morgue? I know how you feel. If you have something to say, why don't you say it to me? What? What did you say? I said if you have something to say-- Paquette! Enough! It's fine. WHISTLE BLOWS So for the past four years, I've been scouting for the League, you know? Quebec, Alberta, Manitoba, BC last year. Whenever I hear about some star kid, you know? Yeah. You're always travelling? You get used to it after a while. Tough on the wife, though. No, I'm not married. No? So, it's just you and the two sisters, right? Um... Susan and Debbie. Debbie. Right. Where--? Where are they? They're back home in Tracadie. Tracadie? Hockey's big out there. Christ, yeah, man. There's nothing else to do in that fucking town. Right, right. You play as a kid? Yeah, a little. World Junior Team two years in a row. No shit. I could tell. I could tell. You got all that residual confidence left over from being a golden boy. The way you smoke, your voice... it's a little low. Trying to be cool so the kids at the rink don't know what a loser you've become. What the fuck you saying, man? Don't get tense. TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING PAQUETTE: That's Christopher Hart. LECLAIR: What do we know about him? He's a drug addict and an art thief. Costa was selling stolen art for him. There are e-mails that show Costa wasn't paying him. All Hart wanted was his money. He owed him over $80,000. Costa set him up. Yeah. CELL PHONE RINGING RINGING ASHER: Hi. Are you there? Who is this? It's me. You know who it is. Is this Martin Asher? Did they teach you that at the Bureau? How to rile up the deviant? Huh? Come on, Illeana. You didn't fall for James Costa. Somebody as beautiful and powerful as you doesn't fall for a faggy art dealer. Okay? All right? That guy was... was nothing, all right? I didn't take his life. I lived it. I was the best thing that ever happened to that guy. You looked at him and you saw me... and I looked at you and I saw you, and you are beautiful, and we are the same. I'm right, aren't I? No... No, no, I'm right. Fuck you. Fuck you? "Fuck you." Yeah, I did fuck you. Remember making love with all those pictures of the dead people around us? Let's face it, Illeana. An ordinary person does not love that as much as we did. I mean, coming inside of you was the best moment of my life, and I feel so much better now. Everything just keeps going my way, you know? Bye-bye. What did he say? Where is he? We got a hit. Clive Morin's credit card. Just bought a train ticket to Moncton three hours ago. Three hours. He'll be there in 20 minutes. Get Commander Hache on the phone and the Moncton director. Let's go! First time I ever slapped a woman. I'm sorry. Kill him. SHOUTING IN FRENCH Police! Seal off all the exits. Now! Now! Do it now! You. Merde! I'll be fine. Thank you. ASHER: I'm here, I want a cup of coffee, I go to the diner across the street. I come back in, the door's busted open, and my desk is all messed up. This isn't a coincidence, is it? Help! GUNSHOT 1 MAN: After carefully reviewing Special Agent Scott's record with the Bureau, the Office of Professional Responsibility has decided to issue a letter of termination, citing egregious lack of judgement and conduct unbecoming of a federal agent. Though the Bureau is saddened to lose an agent of your calibre, we're confident that this decision will best serve all parties involved. DOOR CHIMES RING RADIO ANNOUNCER: Last reported observation at Fort Collins airport showed wind gusts to 80 knots. Scattered clouds to 8000 feet. Visibility, two miles. Air temperature currently 10 degrees. National weather forecast... Sweetheart, you should get yourself home. It's miserable out there. Thanks. See you, Liz. See you. You be careful, huh? I will. TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING IN DISTANCE KETTLE WHISTLING Aaah! GRUNTS I scared you. I'm sorry. Come on, have a seat. No, no, no. Come on, have a seat. You were making some tea? All right, let me make you a cup. What are you, uh... What are you looking for? Huh? You looking, uh... You looking for this? Now, you see, that's got me very confused, Illeana. I mean, uh... you got these, uh... planted all over the house. Huh? Got this one behind the fridge. Another one under the bed. The underside of the bathtub. I mean, you must be awfully scared out here on your own, huh? Is that it? You feeling scared? I followed all that... business down there in Washington, which I thought was completely bogus, by the way. They were lucky to have you. Very lucky... but then you just... disappeared. You dropped out. You left a few footprints, though, didn't you? I thought you were pretty easy to find. Come out here, there's never any cops around. You don't make any phone calls. There you go. Careful. It's still hot. And then I saw that your belly was growing, and I knew that you were waiting for me. They're boys, aren't they? Twins? SIGHS I like going into their room. It's full of so much love and warmth. I can... I can picture them in there, playing, having fun. You and I... watching... and laughing. You and I. We can start fresh. We can do this. WHISPERS No. What? What is it? I don't want to. God... I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Those are our babies. I know those are. These are not your babies. These are James Costa's babies. I don't know who you are. Now, why would you say something like that? Why would you say something like that? Take it back. Okay! I take it back! I take it back! -SOBBING -All right. All right, well, then stand up. Come on. Stand up. Come on. You okay? Whose babies are they? Yours. They're mine? Give me a kiss. GAGS YELLS SOBS Kiss me. It's all right. I'm not gonna kill you. I'm gonna do this until you pass out. You're probably getting light-headed right about now. It's all right. Relax. It's okay. Okay. All right. Come on. Give those to me. Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Hey. Calm down. Give it to me. Hey, hey, hey. Hey. Calm-- Calm down. Give it to me. All right? Give me-- Ah! What are you doing? What is wrong with you? Huh? Huh? Hey! Hey! Okay! You gonna calm down? I'm not gonna hurt you, all right? I don't want to hurt you. Are you gonna calm down? Yes! QUIETLY Yes. Yes. MOANS You cannot have those babies. All right? I know. Oh... Everything you saw... I wanted you to see. SOFTLY Fuck you. DIAL TONE RINGING Hello. Inspector Leclair. Leclair. Illeana. I was worried. Is it done? It's over. Good. Stay put. I'll call this in. They'll be there soon. U2'S "BAD" # If you # Twist and # turn away # If you # Tear yourself # in two again # If I could # Yes, I would # If I could, # I would # Let it go # Surrender # Dislocate www.able.co.nz Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2016