Taking Lives

Where are you going?

The 2:
1 5 to Mont Laurier

will be loading at gate number 1 0.

One ticket, please. Mont Laurier.

Do you mind? The guy in the back,

he won't stop snoring.

No. Sure.

l'm Matt.

-l'm Martin.

-Hey, Martin. Nice to meet you.

-Nice to meet you.

-Where you headed to?

Just as far away as l can get.

Well, l'll drink to that, brother.

Cheers.

l think we got a little engine trouble

here, folks. Just sit tight.

Man! You know, the 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 l got is my dad's credit card.

You can't read?

Cash only.

-You have a license?

-l had one. They took it away, though.

Looks like you're driving.

See that?

Fake.

-What happened?

-Courtesy of my stepdad.

Hit me so hard l flew across the kitchen,

dented the Sheetrock.

My mom watched the whole thing.

-Why?

-Why does he do half the things he does?

Fucking psycho,

But l got him back.

What? You popped him?

Got me a tour of hell, though. Had me

in military school by the next morning.

But l don't believe in following

people's rules, man.

F*ck people, f*ck their rules.

That's why l jumped the wall two days ago.

Now l'm going to Seattle to play music.

Jesus Christ.

l'm so sorry, man. l'm an idiot,

l wasn't paying attention.

No. Forget about it, man.

We're lucky this piece of shit

had a spare. F*ck.

You ever changed a tire before, Martin?

Didn't think so. Cool.

Okay. What do we got here?

Oh, yeah, l'll have us back on the road

in no time, no time at all.

But this time, l'm driving. Cool?

Fucker's on tight.

First one's kind of always the hardest. After

that, the rest of them come off pretty easy.

You and l are about the same height, man.

What?

Be quiet.

Officer. Officer, l need your help.

l just saw my son on the ferry.

My son is dead.

He died 1 9 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 l explain

how dangerous he was, how...?

No, not ''was.''

ls.

My son is a very dangerous man.

-What are you doing?

-Preparing a briefing for Agent Scott.

Agent Scott?

l don't understand why he needs someone

else. We've got everything under control.

-We don't have anything, Joseph.

-Because we didn't have enough time.

-We need a couple more days, that's it.

-She here yet?

She was on the flight. They can't find her.

Grard is checking baggage claim.

-She's going to be advising, right?

-This isn't about territory, Paquette.

There hasn't been

a murder like this in years.

And the first thing you do is

bring in someone else. Come on.

l have a strange feeling about this murder.

We need help. We have nothing.

You call me as soon as she gets here.

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, l know that.

-Agent Scott.

-Monsieur Director, hello.

l see you are already making

yourself comfortable.

Joseph Paquette and Emile Duval.

They're leading the investigation.

-Nice to meet you.

-Nice to meet you. Thanks for inviting me.

We didn't.

We're pretty sure the victim was killed

somewhere else, then brought here.

l think it was premeditated.

-What?

-l think it was premeditated.

l think the killer chose this site,

specifically, and dug it in advance.

l can show you-- You can tell because--

See this? The corners?

They're neat. They're symmetrical.

The proportions are precise.

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