Those who forget the past are doomed to relive it.
CAUSE OF BLUNDER: lNSUBORDlNATlON
This saying has haunted me since l began studying psychology,
which tells me it's totally ridiculous.
Forgetting the past isn't dangerous
but obsessing on the past can blind you
to the reality we live in.
That's what happened to me in the SAS's latest case.
- No news? - l don't know.
l hope they'll be back with Dufour soon.
Not after what happened to the two others.
We found their bodies. Dufour may not be dead.
He is. We found his bloody coat.
Who says it's his blood?
The forest never gives back a guy who's lost his bloody coat.
l profiled the attacker based on wound depth,
the order of the victims' injuries, the type of cuts
and the force required
to cause such injuries.
My drawing is based on these grounds.
Show me.
l can't believe it.
lt would be too unfair.
Dufour was about to retire.
What are you going to do?
lf l had any common sense,
l'd get my stuff and go home.
lf anyone can find Dufour, it's you.
Assuming he's still alive.
The lndians found nothing.
Me either.
Why was there only his coat?
Maybe he took it off.
- And? - lt's not his blood.
Where do we look?
Ask the lndians.
They might be the ones...
Might as well be out at sea.
No trace.
We'll find him.
Yeah, we'll find him.
We haven't pressured you.
We respected your grief and traditions.
Now, one of us is missing. l have questions.
All right?
Who's your lover?
l don't have a lover.
A girl like you must have someone.
Why not?
That's how it is.
Does it matter?
l don't know yet.
l'm sure there's things you can't say.
- l was with Jim, before. - Before what?
Before we broke up.
lt's not a crime.
Depends on the circumstances.
l don't love him anymore. That's all.
And Mike?
What about Mike?
Was he in love with anyone?
lt's complicated being young and in love, in the sticks.
Not many people here.
lt's limited.
Why?
Because it's complicated.
Jim told you...
What?
l think you're connected to the murders.
You're the key.
l'd bet anything that Jim warned you.
Want to know why you're dangerous?
Because we're alike.
Because l'm just like you.
Hi.
Did you find your colleague?
Not yet. Not easy in the woods.
The Atikamekws will help you.
l doubt it. They're not much help.
But Jim knows the forest inside out.
Maybe he forgot.
Something wrong?
l'm fine.
Doesn't seem like it.
lt doesn't make sense. Two men dead, one missing...
lt's not your fault.
No, it isn't.
So, whose fault is it?
Everyone has their secrets.
l don't know who could've done it.
l swear, l don't know.
l have no reason to be ashamed.
l think you do.
Maybe not of yourself,
but you're ashamed of something.
No.
Your family?
Mike, perhaps?
Was Mike doing something you didn't like?
Something sexual?
Don't speak ill of the dead.
Wouldn't want to sully his name.
But he already did it himself.
- Was he very Catholic? - Yes.
l thought so.
What are you after?
He had a cross tattooed on his penis.
Only a fanatic would go that far.
Was Mike sleeping with the priest?
No answer? Think it over.
l'll be back.
No dice. l'm getting nowhere.
- You? - So-so.
The cops are pessimistic, but the priest...
- What about him? - l wouldn't trust him.
Something shifty about him.
- That's funny? - You're confirming my suspicions.
l asked Sagash if her brother was sleeping with him.
The priest?
A cross on his penis, the shame, the silence...
Are those motives?
No, but we're in the dark
because the lndians are keeping mum.
- The shame of homosexuality... - There's more.
There's fear, too.
These people are scared of someone or something.
Sure it's Dufour's blood?
Same blood group and Rh factor.
Someone else's, with the same blood type?
On his coat? Possibly.
lt'd be a hell of a coincidence.
The analyses should be in your inbox.
Depends.
They promised me them today.
Depends on my lnternet connection.
- Why? - There's a lot of bugs.
No high-speed here.
We've all lost somebody.
The Spirit takes people away to give us a message.
l'm having trouble hearing it.
lt gives back the dead.
Great story,
but l'm not in the mood.
There's hatred in you.
Until we find the son-of-a-bitch...
Lost someone you loved?
We're looking for someone l love.
My buddy.
You haven't lost him.
lf you know where he is, you'd better say so.
Hatred isn't born of suspicion.
lt's born of certainty.
Lost someone you loved?
Through the Spirit,
that person will lead you to your friend.
Listen...
l'll keep looking.
Are you a believer?
l have faith.
Of course.
l saw Sagash.
She sent me here.
l need the motive,
the reason the murders were committed.
lf l knew the reason, l'd certainly tell you.
That's not the problem.
People are hiding something
that l think is related to the murders.
Why?
You admit it?
No, l...
What do people's intimate secrets have to do with the deaths?
''lntimate''?
Did l say ''intimate''?
Did your intimacy with Mike inspire his tattoo?
What?
The cross on his penis.
Was it for the look, or for love?
Jean-Marie was right. lt's nothing.
But what could've done this?
An animal.
A bear or a moose...
According to my colleague.
lf it's an animal, why'd you show him?
They asked me about anything unusual.
lt's all l've noticed.
We'll call you if we need you.
Think Jean-Marie came back here?
Maybe he thought Fortier would be around here.
That makes sense.
Where are you going?
Taking a walk requires a permit?
That's company property.
l'm looking for the cop on our land.
We're handling it.
lt's company property, negotiated and paid for.
Not in my books.
You're trespassing. Get moving.
Spoken like a true white man.
l represent the law.
White man's law.
Everyone's law.
This is a waste of time.
lt's never a waste of time.
At the very least, it's an exercise in humility.
What's Fortier up to?
She's with the examiner.
Unless she left.
She's becoming less efficient.
Why's that?
lt's an observation.
She's not too quick?
Right.
To jump into your bed?
You moron.
She's efficient enough for me.
l didn't ask you.
- Neither did l. - Yes, you did!
Don't blame her. You chose to divorce.
Mind your own business!
She's hard enough on herself. Get off her case.
We need her.
l found something.
l never had sex with Mike.
- So why the cross? - l don't know.
You knew about his tattoo.
- Yes. - How?
l saw him naked. You have my photos.
- How? - Swimming in the river.
- Naked? - Nothing wrong with that.
Priests do that?
l'm not convinced.
You're trembling.
You're lying. Why?
Leave the spirits alone.
Theirs and yours.
Why did you hide photos of Mike in the tabernacle?
Why are you denying your relationship with him?
lt's not me.
His lover was someone else.
White-lndian relations are complex.
- Says who? - Find anything?
Complex?
Mike was Richer's lover.
- Richer, the logger? - Says the priest.
A cross tattoo?
The priest would watch.
- That changes everything. - lt sure does.
- Arrest Richer? - Question him.
l want to see him.
And Dufour?
Our hopes of finding him alive are diminishing by the minute.
Bingo.
Not a minute too soon.
At least we got through. Let's see...
FONTAlNE WANTS JOHNSON TO CALL HlM BACK.
Of course he will.
KlSSES FROM CHRlSTlNA
Who's she?
You won't believe me, but...
Get Richer in here ASAP.
- l have the lab results. - Who's Christina?
- Christina? - l don't get it.
- ls it from... - The same place.
What's going on?
She's dead. You autopsied her.
We have work to do.
A message from a dead girl. Cool.
Fontaine wants you to call him.
The lab results?
Localized DNA belonging to victim,
tox screen is negative.
Animal DNA.
Animal DNA?
There's another page.
Dog DNA.
Probably from the saliva in the bites.
The goof won't understand why Christina sent a message.
A thoughtful gesture.
l hope they think it's funny too.
What's next?
Doctor's appointment.
Liver trouble. Need an x-ray.
Really?
l'm out the day after tomorrow.
- With who? - Parole officer.
No sweat.
- They'll let you out? - Why not? l'm innocent.
That's not what they say.
The prison shrink thinks l've made progress.
- You got what l wanted? - Maybe.
Make sure you do.
- What'll you do? - Nothing.
l'll take care of my problem. Then l'll be back.
l gave him the message. You can go.
He won't call me.
So why stay here?
Take the dog, before l have it stuffed.
No, thanks. He won't call me.
l'll talk to him when he calls you.
Nothing better to do?
lt's important.
For you.
For everyone, especially Fortier.
We want to talk to you.
Wait for me outside. l'll be with you...
Right now.
Go ahead...
You could've told us...
that Mike was your lover.
lt's an important detail.
- Who told you that? - ls it true?
You're the prime suspect.
Hold on... l didn't kill anyone.
Prove it.
You have to prove l'm guilty.
A logger who knows criminal law... Not bad.
You'd be happy if you could frame me.
Killers never make me happy.
l know you're getting nowhere with your investigation.
You've lost a colleague, you're nervous, but...
Who's nervous, you or me?
The woods are convenient.
The forest is vast.
lt's easy to hide.
l don't get it.
Do you have a family, Mr. Richer?
A wife? Kids?
Does she know?
Does she know that you have sex with men?
Dogs?
Ever heard of dogs?
Plenty around here.
Why?
Man-eating dogs?
Ring a bell?
Help us out a bit.
l did help you.
Call that helping?
Claude...
Some lndian. He couldn't even find Dufour.
Maybe he didn't want to.
Good point.
Maybe you didn't want to.
You better hope we find Dufour.
Hope with all your heart.
Does my wife have to know?
Depends.
Don't tell her.
We won't if you're not involved in the murders.
There was saliva in both Mike and Abraham's bodies.
Dog saliva.
The victims were attacked by a dog.
A dog, and something else.
Like what?
Any vicious dogs around?
Maybe. But what else?
What's that used for?
That?
For wood.
l have to get things straight.
What are you thinking?
Maybe the grass was trampled by...
- A couple? - A couple?
Richer and the guy?
Why would they give us a lead?
To get his secret off his chest?
Guilt?
Richer isn't comfortable with his homosexuality.
He comes in the woods, picks up a young lndian,
makes love with him here,
and tips us off to ease his conscience.
There's more to it.
There's something else.
The girl is involved. l know it.
Sagash?
lf it was homosexuals settling scores,
Abraham wouldn't have died.
Maybe he was killed because he saw something.
He was eliminated because he was a witness.
Definitely.
l know this is not the right time, but...
l wanted to say, l'm facing it.
We'll never be together.
You'll never be with anyone.
l don't want to make you suffer.
l know myself.
My heart's been drained.
l disagree.
lt's not to be mean, but...
emotional ties...
Never again.
l never said l wanted emotional ties.
You okay?
l'm hurt. lt bit me.
We found the dog we were after.
- lt came from here? - l'm not sure.
Where are we?
At the logging camp.
Where are you going?
Breaking rules turns me on.
What's a lone dog doing out here?
A wild dog. Don't move.
Damn...
lt might've been rabid.
What are you doing?
Your Wet Ones finally came in handy.
- Careful, that hurts. - Stay still.
lt's superficial.
- Okay? - Yeah.
Can you stand on it?
Maybe.
lt hurts.
Gently. Take it slow.
l'll stay here. Keep searching.
l'll walk back to the village when l'm able.
- Are you sure? - l'm fine.
Look.
What the hell is this?
Come on.
Jean-Marie, it's me.
Hang in there, buddy.
Yes...
Are you hurt? Where does it hurt?
Everywhere, you idiot.
l'll take care of you.
l'll get you out of here. Stay put.
lt's not true...
Not everywhere.
That's good news, at least.
My legs...
l can't...
My legs don't hurt.
Sagash died needlessly,
a pathetic victim of tragic circumstances.
Thinking she was the keystone in an emotional drama,
l unknowingly made her provoke certain events.
Sagash wanted to tell all.
Jim wouldn't let her,
because it would put the reservation in danger.
Fortin was a cop.
Richer's logging company
had earnings equivalent to the annual state budget.
Better to keep quiet.
l felt Sagash's shame,
but missed the fear of a people left to themselves,
an ancestral fear,
and a profound distrust of the loggers.
lt was a crime of passion between men.
Fortin never accepted Mike and Richer's relationship.
Attachment can be as destructive as indifference.
The games people invent for their pleasure
can also confuse us.
My womanhood wasn't the issue.
My scar was.
The scar inflicted by my attacker
gave me the crazy idea that deadly, sadistic ties
can only exist between men and women.
l was wrong.
Events proved the contrary.
Not there.
Here?
The door, over there.
Halfway down the hall.
There's no one there.
- Here? - No, not here.
- Here? - This is it.
Hold on.
Smoking will kill you.
Yeah...
When paraplegics die,
do they show up in heaven
standing up?
Don't cry, Mayrand.
l hate that.
l'm not crying. l...
l understood neither Johnson's, nor Sagash's distress.
Here again, l was mistaken.
Twisted love is destructive,
but deep, sincere love can be, too.
Tetreault used his doctor's appointment to escape.
Fontaine knew, and told Johnson,
who didn't lift a finger to stop him.
My boss was obsessed with me,
like l'm obsessed with my past.
l tried, in vain, to discourage him.
My neurosis and obsessions didn't turn him off.
lnstead, he saw me as genuine, and therefore more attractive.
l didn't realize l was flaunting myself.
Johnson showed me l was desirable,
that it was possible for someone to love me,
even though l loathed myself.
The problem...
the real problem was that Johnson's love
was driving him mad, as well.
TRANSFER REFUSED
RESlGNATlON.
What are you going to do?
You?
Lefebvre asked me to head Computer Crimes.
Can't turn down a promotion.
No.
You?
Mayrand's going to Narcotics?
l didn't think it would end this way.
lt's not your fault.
lt is when things go well, but not when they go wrong?
Right.
Apologize to Dufour for me.
You don't want to see him?
l can't.
lt's okay. l'll tell him. But you...
Don't ask.
Don't you want to see us again?
l'm bad luck. Haven't l told you that?
Supervisor: English content Stephanie Jones
Translation: Andrea Szakos