7 Days Page #4

I'm sorry.

Mrs Berube?

ln the Middle East...

What made you tell the press

I've gone crazy?

I'm not crazy,

I've never been so Iucid.

Come back. Stop all this.

How can you ask that?

How can you ask that?

If you Ioved Jasmine,

you'd know this is for her.

You're doing it out of guilt.

You finally said it.

You think it's my fault, right?

It's you who...

- Who what?

You could've gone with her.

But you wanted to f***.

While you were having your orgasm,

your little girI was being raped.

If you'd answered the phone or

listened to the message, maybe...

Maybe. Screw your maybes.

ShouId we just hide in a comer and cry?

I'm doing something, Sylvie.

Argh.

I'm doing something, Sylvie.

They're really going at it.

He was calling from St Julie.

Trace the call. Now.

He's Iosing it.

- Anyone wouId in his shoes.

Fine, but we have to capitalize on it.

Concentrate on cottage

rentaI agencies around St Julie.

Search every home recentIy occupied,

one by one.

Every day of my life...

...has been marked by vioIence.

And more of it...

...isn't going to help me.

When I was a kid

I was abused and beaten.

I know what it is to suffer.

I need help, man.

Help, not more vioIence.

What's that?

What is it?

Curare?

It's to...

Curare.:
paralyses the motor system

but not consciousness.

Don't do it.

Don't do it.

I can't take it.

You're worse than me.

You're worse than me.

day five

I figured out what you did.

F*** yourfood.

I'm not gonna sh*t out of

my stomach again.

So?

What do you got pIanned now?

How you gonna amuse yourseIf?

Go on,

I can't wait to see.

Worst thing is, you don't even

seem to be enjoying yourseIf.

Finished aIready?

Running Iow on motivation?

I'll help you, ok?

Your daughter wasn't the onIy one.

Those little sIuts...

I killed three others too.

Marion HouIe,

Laurie Thibodeau...

...and CharIotte Masson.

I f***ed 'em...

...and then I killed 'em,

all three.

But your little girl,

Jasmine...

She was the best.

She was the prettiest.

ReaI pretty.

F***ing tease.

The way she was dressed.

She deserved to get her c*nt reamed.

While I was f***ing her,

she kept calling you.

She said,

'Daddy. Daddy.'

Where were you?

Where were you?

Kill me.

Kill me.

Herve? It's Hamel on two.

He wants to talk to you.

Yes, Dr Hamel?

You didn't answer last time.

What was the question?

The fact that your wife's murderer

is in prison,

does that make life more bearable?

No.

Too bad we didn't talk before.

It's too bad, yeah.

I don't know why I called.

I shouIdn't have.

That's not true.

You know why.

l can help you.

You can't even help yourseIf.

You're drowning, Dr Hamel.

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