Bingo (1974) - full transcript
Photography student François leads a mostly carefree life in Québec, spending most of his time hanging out with and photographing his girlfriend, Geneviève. That life changes after his father, Eugène, the family breadwinner, gets laid off from his job at American owned J.W. Goldwater and Sons, where he's worked for twenty years. Eugène and many of his fellow employee's jobs have been mechanized, and that particular factory sold. The men plan on holding continual solidarity protests - which includes not allowing other union employees to go to work - until they get their jobs back. Aspiring photographer François wants to document the protests on film. Believing the situation at Goldwater a systemic problem fostered by big business supportive provincial government policy, a small faction of the union, led by two men named Pierre and Fernand, want to co-opt François as part of their team to work clandestinely to get the third place Independence Party, led by Pierre Lemoyne, into power at the upcoming Québec provincial election, the plan which also includes using J.W. Goldwater the man. François' primary role is as photographer. He agrees as he agrees with this group's politics. François does not tell his family or Geneviève what he is doing as the activities of this group are illegal, including kidnapping and bombing. As François gets deeper and deeper into the activities of the group, something doesn't feel quite right to him, especially as certain planned events get out of control. By the time he figures out what's going on, it may be too late for him.
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Answer me.
-What do you want me to say?
That you'll get the money.
After all, it is your baby!
Not so loud.
I found a doctor, I need the cash.
Ok, you'll get your money.
- When?
- Let's not discuss it here.
Where, at my folks'?
Want them to find out?
You know my dad.
You've seen the bruises
I got from him.
Want me to get even more?
In my condition?
Let's go.
Don't try to run away.
Where'll you get the money?
Where?
Once more.
What's up?
- Your dad was laid off.
Laid off? What do you mean?
They're installing machines.
Said I was finished.
After 20 years,
they could keep you on.
With the wage they pay you...
What'll you do?
- What can I do?
100 of us will be retrained,
the other 40 laid off.
Go see the boss.
Explain the situation.
He must have a heart.
He'll understand.
You're an honest man.
The plant was sold.
Still... go see your new boss.
You've nothing to lose. You'll see...
Maybe he'll find you
a cozy little office job.
Don't give up, Eugène.
Men like you, hard workers like
you...
they're rare.
- Mom!
The men won't let us down.
They're calling a strike.
Come on... Be brave, my Eugène.
Everything'll work out.
- Mom!
I guess I'll call it a night.
Well...
till things get back to normal...
I have $220 in the bank.
Thank you.
Thanks.
Geneviève!
Daddy, it's François!
It's Roméo, my sister's boyfriend.
She's so weird.
What do they see in her?
Won't last two weeks.
What do you know?
Ready for the scrapyard,
huh, Roméo?
Roméo!
Eva, my sleeping beauty,
I have a surprise.
What is it?
Come for its maiden voyage.
- I want to go too!
With Eva, there's no room for you.
She won't be able to squeeze in!
Careful with Gran!
François!
I think... I think
you can take me home.
C'mon, nothing to be scared of.
I'm not scared.
Ok, we'll take you back.
I wish I'd brought my camera.
No one goes in!
- Quit shouting and shoving, dammit!
What good will this do?
- It'll get people rehired.
Those guys aren't needed now!
That our fault?
If we don't stand up, we may be next.
I can't risk my paycheck.
Goldwater's an American.
He doesn't give a shit...
he'd even hire those Italians.
Goddamn jerks!
Use your heads for once.
Anyone who tries to enter,
will end up flat as a pizza.
Tomorrow, I'm going in.
I'm not losing my pay cause of them.
- We didn't force anyone.
It was a majority decision.
Look, he's right. It's useless.
Like he says, they don't want us.
What are you doing?
- I wanted to show you my car.
Talk some sense into your Dad.
He could use it.
Is that it?
- It's not new...
but I got it cheap: $79.
The whole family can use it.
She's pretty beat up...
but you can't tell.
- What's new?
Not much.
They'll start negotiating later.
We're waiting. Everyone's waiting.
Anything we can do?
Paint some signs?
You flunked drawing, remember?
Don't hang around here. Go for a
spin.
Good luck!
Those bandits!
They pay slave wages...
then kick people out after 20 years.
- Nothing new.
It's been that way forever.
- I know.
It must be hard
for guys like your dad.
He was so proud he could give us
what we needed.
What are you doing?
- I always check what I eat.
You can't be too careful.
Know what I think?
-You think?
I think there's a good chance...
we'll have fun this year.
Why's that?
Nice, huh?
- I always look the same.
Doesn't matter. Did you see this
one?
Real sexy.
You know what your teacher likes.
Look at this one.
Hate to say this,
but I don't think it's his bag.
Or my next shots either.
- Why not?
Things'll get heavy
on the picket line...
and I plan to be there.
When do we shoot you
in your natural splendor?
Stop teasing.
You'll be beautiful.
I'm a super photographer.
If I hung them here,
the shit would hit the fan.
The neighbors, my family!
- What's the family done now?
Nosing around as usual.
You aren't shy, my girl.
- I have talent, don't you think?
What do you plan on doing?
My best.
Well, then...
You never told me his name.
- Whose?
The guy you slept with before...
once or twice.
- You don't know him.
It doesn't matter.
You're all I care about.
I hope so.
Like some cake?
This cake's much tastier.
Geneviève!
Don't be jealous
cause your mom wouldn't let you.
No necking in this house.
Want us to go to a motel?
- Jérôme!
I have to get a job.
I can't stay here. Come on...
This'll take a little while.
It's a pain, but that's life.
You're not going in.
- No one stops me...
going where I want.
You won't be the first.
No one crosses the line, scum!
Thanks for the lift.
Where you going?
I'm not missing this.
- It's no game, you know.
Solidarity! Solidarity!
Bastards!
Enjoying it?
- Crazy, trying to cross.
If you had a family, you might try
too.
Watch out!
Take some pictures, now's the time.
Show them to the press.
With elections coming up...
they'll use'em.
- I don't know.
They're the best you've ever done.
- Thanks!
Sometimes I worry I'm losing...
the little place I had in here...
and in here.
- Come off it, Geneviève.
Too bad I didn't bring
the school camera.
I could've taken those pictures.
With the apples,
it would've been cute.
We'll come back Sunday.
- On one condition: You too.
Me, what?
- I'll take pictures of you...
in your natural splendor.
Let others have some fun too.
No '' buts.''
Nature shots are all very nice...
but it's not summer now.
We'll see.
Come on.
Been here before?
- Once.
With who?
- Friends.
We came here to filch apples.
You didn't pick me up today.
I drove my dad to the plant.
And tomorrow?
I'll probably drive him again.
This is tough on him.
I could pick you up first.
Why not?
- He was like that
when he came home, in an ugly mood.
Bet you a quarter he can't light it.
That's not fair.
François helped him.
He did not. Pay up!
Why're you staring at me?
Can't you leave me alone?
Go away!
Go away, or I'll smack you one!
Go away!
He's never been drunk like this.
What'll we do?
- I'll make him a good cup of coffee.
We'll pour it down his throat...
if we have to.
C'mon, bet with us.
You'll win some dough.
François!
Come sit down.
How's your car?
Fine.
How's your girlfriend?
Fine.
Come, have a good cup of coffee.
It'll pick you up.
- Leave me alone, Mother.
But, Eugène...
Get out, you bitch!
Just leave.
Thanks.
I don't think Dad'll be going
to the plant.
He's not feeling so hot.
But I can still pick you up tomorrow.
Sure. We'll have a coffee
and go for a spin.
We'll go for a spin.
- What time?
At 8.
I'll be ready.
Will you drive us?
- Me too!
- No, Eva's not a school bus.
Did I overdo it last night?
No, Dad. You were pretty funny.
You could've taken me first.
-Why?
After the death of Léo Harvey...
outside Goldwater and Sons...
union leaders promised strikers
their help.
They hinted
they'd throw their support...
behind one of the parties
when the election campaign...
We shouldn't have walked out.
Hi.
- Hello.
We want our jobs!
We want our jobs!
We want our jobs!
Goldwater to the gallows!
I'll take a few pictures.
- What about classes?
Later.
- If you're skipping, go get a job.
The way things look, we'll need it.
You see, Eugène...
you were wrong to doubt us.
We won't let those bastards win.
Everyone's behind us.
- Not Léo.
The guys are sticking together.
Strikes never get you anywhere.
What's the news on Albert?
- He's in jail...
charged with
involuntary manslaughter.
Goddamn boss!
It's your fault Léo's dead!
Stay on the sidewalk!
What about the other
photographers?
You'll see!
- Let him go!
Calm down, it's useless.
I know.
How'd it go?
- They'll pay!
A night in jail's no big deal.
Any union leader...
has spent time behind bars.
Small consolation.
Look, they fucked up my film.
Who covered bail?
- The union.
Mine, too?
- No, Pierre paid yours.
Who's he?
- You'll find out.
He wants to meet you.
- When's Léo's funeral?
Tomorrow at 10. Here, your key.
- Thanks.
Eat this. It'll do you good.
What's it like in prison?
I've never been.
Is it as filthy as they say?
- Mom!
Is it true about all the fairies?
- Mom!
Yeah, we were raped.
Goddamn tabloids...
François!
- Don't blame others...
you should've kept your mouth shut.
Let's go!
Look who's here.
- Who is it?
Gendron, an MNA.
- Elections, I guess.
The flies are out.
- At least he named a mediator.
After Léo died.
Quiet, kid.
When we want advice, we'll ask.
He'd be alive if we hadn't walked
out.
Why aren't you on Albert's side?
What'd that change?
- That kind of attitude...
is why you earn $100 a week.
That's all you're worth to them.
I can't earn $300 a week with my job.
Some people have shown up
to pay their last respects.
Among them
are three provincial MNAs...
from the Independence Party...
alongside two union leaders,
which may confirm...
rumors we heard last night...
they're supporting
Mr Lemoine's party.
Meanwhile, Goldwater and his gang
rake in profits you earned.
They can afford whatever they want.
Your Dad couldn't run the company.
He's worth every bit as much
as those damn Americans!
He's not guilty of murder!
You won't see Albert.
He's in jail till tomorrow.
Who's he?
Pico, the shop steward.
Don't be an idiot, Marcel.
Everyone knows it was an accident.
We've got to keep the men united.
Know what your problem is?
You're a damn nice guy...
but you're yellow, a coward.
I couldn't talk like that at home.
If only it did some good.
Nothing changes,
always back to square one.
Poor Dad.
Would you put your parents
in a home?
Why?
Just wondering.
Hug me.
We haven't made love in so long.
I promise to make up for lost time.
Like some coffee?
Gimme that.
- No way.
It was an accident.
- Like hell.
Gimme it.
Why'd you take it away?
Accidents happen.
We have to move on.
Albert better not show up here again.
The mediator said: Be patient.
Sounds like he's with Goldwater.
Out to fill Beaugrand's coffers.
Give him a chance, he's new.
In 3 months you'll still be
picketing.
C'mon, we should talk.
Coke in the morning?
Do you plan to stick with us?
School's a waste of time.
I'm fed up. I'm real fed up.
Are you quitting?
What's Goldwater care
if we picket his plant?
He's got ten others.
He's rich, it's nothing to him.
We've never even seen him.
That's no reason to...
- It's a damn good reason.
We've decided
to have a talk with him.
Talk with him?
- Yeah.
We've had our eye on you.
We want you to take
photos of that meeting...
for the press.
We plan to pay Goldwater
a little lesson...
squeeze him by the balls.
That'll shake up his buddies too.
Here's Pierre.
He's the one who paid your bail.
Hi.
This is François. A gutsy kid.
Have to stick up for your beliefs.
Paul... Marie... François.
Hi.
It's not loaded.
To scare him and the others.
- Where's it from?
Pierre has ways.
Go change, it's not far.
In there?
- Yeah.
We ready?
- The phone's cut...
they're all inside.
- Marie, keep a look-out.
Martin, you come with us.
Let's move on to the north sector.
Garibaldi?
I'll go.
Up against the wall! Move it!
We're not interested in you.
Play along and nothing'll happen.
Ok guys, go!
Freeze!
Which one's Goldwater?
- I don't know.
Which one is he?
He's not here.
- Christ!
No problem.
They'll do just fine.
We don't need glamor shots!
Why wasn't Goldwater there?
He cancelled at the last minute.
Give me the film.
What for?
- Give me the film.
It was a big operation.
- This'll stir things up good.
Finally we did something,
not just beg for what we're owed.
You can let me off here.
What a night.
Make sure you tune in to CJMS.
Geneviève!
What's wrong?
- Nothing.
Think I'm stupid?
Why weren't you in class today?
I was taking pictures.
What's going on, François?
A special news bulletin.
Listen.
We've just received the following...
unconfirmed report:
Five Montréal political
and business leaders...
were apparently kidnapped
from a country house.
We can't reveal their identities.
The black-hooded kidnappers...
drugged their chauffeurs
and housekeepers.
Here is the communiqué
from the group who kidnapped...
Premier Beaugrand's top aide...
one of his MNAs and 3
businessmen...
linked to his party: '' We're tired...
of the reign
of psychological terror...
waged by big business
at election time.
As a result we are taking action.
More such clean-ups will follow.
Signed: The Workers.''
The five men kidnapped
by this new movement...
called The Workers,
are Mr Peter Laxton, 45...
Mr Antoine Garibaldi, 48...
Peter Malacket, 65...
Armand Desrosiers II, 54...
I need four rolls.
Again?
- We're going up north to shoot.
And your classes?
Forget my classes.
Give me six rolls.
Will you testify on Albert?
I go in next week.
- He's in trouble.
Poor Albert.
Poor Albert?
Don't park there!
- I'll just be a minute.
I hate'em, I hate'em, I hate'em!
Anything new?
- Seen the paper?
These guys are the establishment?
Pretty sorry sight.
Caught pants down!
- Hey, guys!
A news bulletin!
- Coming?
Ok.
I won't be long, ok?
Did you tell your girlfriend?
- No, don't worry.
She looks mad.
- I hardly see her.
We meet Pierre
at the country house at 7.
The house?
- Relax.
Just be there.
The mediator told me...
Goldwater's in Europe for 3 days.
Why didn't Pierre know?
- No idea.
I'll ask him. Get ready.
Other cells are preparing
for the elections too.
It's going to swing, my boy.
When a government...
instead of solving problems...
just dodges them,
holding inquiry after inquiry...
but never changing anything...
it's no surprise,
however regrettable...
if people lose their heads
and commit such acts.
Workers won't allow themselves
to be abused any longer.
François and Fernand seem close.
Fernand loves trouble.
He may influence François.
Not really.
In these troubled times...
which we had predicted...
we need a government
capable of action...
in a province
threatened by socialism...
and terrorism. Otherwise...
there'll be many more such events.
Know what Goldwater's profits
were last year?
$2 million, net.
- So what?
You talk like my mother.
You know it's not just
about Goldwater.
Seen their communiqué?
What'll it change if Lemoine
wins the elections?
It's all the same gang,
the same system.
They want change,
but people don't care...
unless it means more money.
Then things'll stay the same.
It's you who'll pay. Things'll go on...
and nothing will have changed.
And as for us...
What about your pictures?
I'm getting cold.
I've no choice, I have to keep going.
Otherwise I know...
I'll always blame myself.
Are you sure you'll succeed
in changing something?
But if no one tries,
nothing will change.
You know how far
fine speeches get you.
You're an idealist.
But we need them.
I love you.
Are you warmer now?
Yes.
What about the pictures?
Are you sure?
- Sure.
That your car?
- Yeah, why?
Your papers.
Take them out.
Do you have papers?
What were you doing?
Taking pictures of apples.
I've something else for you.
Are you in?
What about Goldwater?
We'll forget about him for now.
It'd be too risky.
We have a bigger fish to fry.
Here... Know how to use it?
They told me everything I wanted.
Look at this.
Paul, your info was dead on.
The three of them poured a million
into Beaugrand's campaign.
A million!
No wonder they were elected.
You can buy a lot of votes.
Page 2 is all the bribes
they've admitted to so far.
Garibaldi defrauded Québec
out of 3 million in taxes.
Can't wait till this gets out!
How'd you get them to confess?
We'd done our homework.
One of them got scared.
We'll go through this later.
Paul?
Here, François...
For the gas.
Tonight at 9:30, at this address.
A woman will be waiting.
Her name's Hélène. She's with us.
Paul sent...
- Come in, fast!
Hurry up, he'll be here any minute.
Don't do anything stupid. No heroics.
In here.
How about that light?
Maybe you'd like
a row of floods, too?
You're a big one.
Did Paul tell you who it is?
That it's his father?
- His father?
The Minister of Justice.
- Champagne?
Careful.
Get your money's worth?
If you liked the show, thank Paul.
He arranged it.
- Why?
He's consumed by hate,
especially for his dad.
Why?
Why? Why?
You ask a lot of questions.
Why do you do this?
My father was laid off
at Goldwater's and...
It's too complicated to explain.
What's your girlfriend think of this?
She doesn't know. I never see her.
Is it serious between you?
Well... yeah.
Is she pretty?
- Yes.
And you, why do you...
Because...
I lived with Pierre
when he worked for the Union.
He did me a huge favor back then.
He's always come through.
And the photos?
- You won't see my face.
But Arthur...
Champagne? He's no danger to me.
I know too much, about both sides.
François, come celebrate
with your gran.
What is it?
Guess.
You're pregnant?
- No, silly!
I just won...
$1000 at bingo!
- She's lending us $500.
At least she's thinking of us.
- Don't mind your mom.
I was young once, too.
Here, have a drink.
Here's to Gran's health!
A news bulletin!
Aren't you celebrating?
What's wrong?
- It started when Eva said...
she'd lend him $500.
...Minister Champagne.
- I wish to reassure Québecers:
We've done everything...
to ensure no further
kidnappings occur.
It's about time!
- The police are out in full force.
I personally promise that the guilty...
will be punished severely.
Elections will go on as planned.
The situation is in hand.
François, for you.
- What?
The phone!
- Who is it?
Geneviève. You're in the clouds.
I wanted to see you're alright.
On the eve of the election
campaign...
opinion polls show these standings:
23% of voters support...
Mr Lemoine's Independence Party.
Mr Léger's party stands at 15%,
and Premier Beaugrand's party...
has 38%.
24% of voters are undecided.
Whose house is this?
Why do you ask?
- So many people...
isn't it risky?
- It's Pierre's place.
What's his story?
Pierre was union chief
during the Val d'Or strike.
He spent two years in jail.
And now?
- Now, as you can see...
What's the matter, scared?
No, that's not it.
- The less you know...
the less dangerous it is for
everyone.
I'm no brain...
but I figure Pierre's damn good.
He knows what he's doing.
Your pictures will cause an uproar.
Dad'll get what he deserves.
Bet you had fun after he left.
Surprising.
She lays anything in trousers.
- Paul!
Fernand'll explain our next moves.
We'll start our own campaign,
like he says.
Fear's the only way
to get them to listen.
My 20 years with unions
taught me that.
We'll hit them all.
Lemoine too?
- Yes. Otherwise...
it could work against him.
He's the best.
Another one wants to crap.
- Hold on.
Come see'em when they're scared
and get diarrhea.
What's wrong? How cute!
He's ashamed
to show his teeny weenie!
Don't worry, little man,
Mom's seen others.
Cute, huh?
One offered me money...
to let him go... lots.
He was shocked to learn
not everyone can be bought.
You'll pay for this!
- Before we go to jail...
you'll be pushing up daisies!
Look at them!
Such fine specimens of manhood!
I was a social worker for 5 years.
I thought I was helping...
the so-called '' disadvantaged'' ...
giving something
to people who needed it.
But at a certain point I realized...
what I was giving them
was so little...
it just kept them poor...
hanging on the edge of the hole.
When we finally managed
to get them out...
the boss'd come...
the loan companies...
and shove'em back down.
You had to start all over.
As time went on, I realized
I was keeping them down.
You see?
I was giving them
just enough to survive...
so they wouldn't go to the rich
and say: I demand a job!
I kept them in a state
of total dependence.
To help, I'd have to say to them:
The system's fucked, we have
to unite, to change things.
I needed to say it,
and finally to act on it.
The only way,
because it was urgent...
The only way I found was this.
It's violent, real violent.
Those pictures of me are lovely.
Haven't you had enough?
Leave me be!
It's becoming a habit.
He's worse tonight.
This is my house. Don't like it?
Leave!
Eugène, the kids!
- This is my place!
I'll shout if I want!
- The first time it was funny...
but not anymore, understand?
You won't tell me what to do
in my own house!
It'd be good for you.
Listen to me!
I'm your father!
I've had it with your damn theories!
They're why I lost my job!
If you want a fight...
fight each other. Let us work!
I'm fed up with this stuff...
and it's not just me! You'll listen...
show some respect!
Everything has a limit.
That's true.
- I'm your father.
Lucky for us!
- You little bastard!
Open up! This isn't over!
Open up, you hear?
I'll take this.
We oppose violence.
We believe we can achieve
the same results,
but democratically!
However, we must ask ourselves
one very important question:
Why do these acts of violence
occur?
Because people are sick and tired...
of laws that protect the rich
but never the poor.
Of course they say we're idealists...
our feet aren't on the ground.
But what about their solutions...
the realists...
who represent the status quo?
What have they ever achieved?
In the last four years...
the government has led us
on a frantic race...
towards socialism...
and these are the results.
Government is invading our lives!
We live in a police state.
Terrorism is flourishing.
Our freedom...
is being eroded.
The election campaign began
with all three party leaders
calling for calm.
According to recent polls
no party has a clear lead.
Mr Beaugrand must deal
with the unrest...
despite the loss of his principal
organizers, being held hostage.
Mr Lemoine has avoided...
a radical position,
but made only small gains.
Mr Léger is winning
over discontented voters.
The campaign itself will be decisive.
Ladies and gentlemen...
...and we are headed
for certain victory!
I cannot stand by
and refuse to help...
my fellow citizens...
and even less, use fine words...
and fancy phrases to lure you...
into the trap of a future
that doesn't exist.
We've proven our worth.
I invite you to follow me
higher and further...
Please remain calm.
The lights will...
THE WORKERS
Despite their brazen blackmail...
a handful of fanatics
will not stop us from...
If this keeps up...
I'll move to Ontario.
We've learned that another rally
was sabotaged.
Terrorists cut the power
ending the rally.
During the evacuation of the hall...
one person was injured
and taken to hospital.
It's the third meeting sabotaged...
tonight. More details...
on our 10:30 newscast.
Are you guys behind all this?
Are you crazy? You'll be arrested...
lose everything...
- Not so loud.
Just wait. Ginette...
tell me if there's
another news bulletin.
I need to know how the others did.
In that case...
- Geneviève! Take it easy.
No way I'll wait for a guy in jail!
Stop thinking only of yourself,
you sound like Eva.
What's up?
- Nothing.
And you?
- His liver... all the booze.
It's over. I'll stop drinking.
All drunks say that. Bet you he
won't.
François...
could you sell 50 of these at school?
It might help get me elected...
'' Queen of the Caps.''
39 cents each, 3 for a dollar...
They're cheap.
Be nice to Geneviève.
She's a good girl.
- Would you please shut up.
I know I'm a burden.
I just can't imagine
going to a home to die.
Sorry for calling so late.
Could I speak to Geneviève?
I think she's sleeping.
Could you wake her?
- One second.
I'm sleeping.
- She's sleeping.
Tell her I'll pick her up at 9
tomorrow.
Geneviève's here.
François, it's Geneviève.
They arrested 75 terrorists.
No, 75 people,
they're not sure who they are.
They must've had a reason.
My teacher says
the government's to blame.
Soon we won't speak French.
- Teachers ought to teach...
not preach politics.
What do we do?
Can I talk now? Thanks.
I want to thank you for your show.
I've been trying to call,
but it was always busy.
When I think about
the families of the men...
who were captured...
It's horrible!
The people who do such things
are just jealous lazy bums.
They don't want to work.
I'm hot!
The army is assisting the police.
As well...
the government is offering
a $100,000 reward...
to anyone who provides
information...
leading to the terrorists' arrest.
We urge...
the population to stay calm.
The bastards are getting scared.
Where's Eugène?
Haven't seen him lately.
He's sick.
- Lots of people are sick...
all of a sudden.
- Well, he's in bed.
What's new?
- Hardly anybody turns out.
The same everywhere.
In Lasalle they called off...
a one-day solidarity strike.
At GS, 3 shops are out.
After the bombings,
they're going back in.
Those bastards!
The Workers! The Workers!
Hang in, hang in, hang in!
The Workers are here!
Get away! Guys, clear'em out!
You're sure?
- I told you.
Broads...
It's Paul's office.
Hi.
So, what's new?
- The Premier is talking big.
I can't wait
till your pictures come out.
When?
- When the time's right.
The arrests?
Robert was picked up.
What do we do?
- Pierre says Robert's clean...
they're letting him go.
- They arrested people at random...
we're safe.
But Robert's no good to us now.
Let's get to work. I have four cars...
marked Mondello's Pizzeria.
Why's Paul hate his dad so much?
It's an old story.
Arthur only married Paul's mom
for her money.
To fund his election bid.
He's put her through hell.
Paul's waited years to get revenge.
And his mom?
- She hates the guy too.
Biting your nails?
No need to worry.
I know what's going on from Arthur.
Coming?
We're paying the price
for irresponsible government.
You've seen the huge new schools,
which our kids feel lost in.
Our children don't know
which way to turn.
All these fancy new programs
that lead nowhere....
You've seen the filthy professors...
with beards and long hair
who teach our kids.
Have you heard them
preaching Maoism...
independence, socialism...
and terrorism to your kids?
And even sexology?
Do you know that many schools...
not to mention colleges
and universities...
are brothels...
in everything but name?
It's free love...
the pill, abortions.
We mustn't blame them...
our kids, ladies and gentlemen.
It's not their fault.
It's yours!
- But it has to stop!
We must rein them in
before it's too late.
We'll shut schools if necessary.
We'll open summer camps...
where they'll learn clean living...
enjoy sports...
- Nudism!
...respect for authority...
and above all...
relearn the real meaning of values.
If Champagne
and his corporate chums...
hadn't ignored all the problems
for 4 years...
we wouldn't be in this mess today.
To hold us responsible for these
events is blatant posturing.
When you can't work
in your language...
and workers are offered
no solutions...
Let me warn Mr Lemoine
to weigh his words.
He might find himself behind bars...
for inciting civil unrest.
Know what those bastards'
annual profits are?
They're dreamers
who'd drag you down a road...
where you risk losing
what little you have.
People aren't stupid.
They've seen our results.
First they shove socialism at us...
then say we need independence,
and try and foist it on us.
A reactionary dictator
won't solve your problems.
There's a bomb in the basement
of your school.
It'll go off in exactly 18 minutes.
To save lives, The Workers
suggest you clear the hall.
I wish I had kids so they'd see this.
Why aren't you married?
- Dames are nothing but trouble.
A good lay now and then is enough.
If I had a son, I'd teach him to
fight.
He'd be someone.
Let's call the cops, have a laugh.
Officer... The Workers suggest...
you evacuate the school where
Premier Beaugrand is speaking.
A bomb's set to go off
in exactly 38 minutes.
G'night, officer.
I'd give anything to see their faces.
No fair, we miss the show.
The first one should've gone off.
It's me again. How's it going?
Champagne, St André School.
If you think I'm joking...
take the chance.
A bomb exploded at Mr Beaugrand's
party headquarters.
No one was hurt, but the building
was severely damaged.
No one will attend the rallies now.
Don't be stupid, we'll get caught.
One more.
Hi, how's it going?
Takes time to plant them.
Mr Gendron, St Antoine School.
See you later.
Fernand!
Last one, I swear.
We'll show those bastards!
Hello, we just visited your offices.
You have 18 minutes.
May I suggest you evacuate?
Step on it.
François, this is Roméo.
Remember him?
A bomb killed 3 people in Westmount.
From the scene,
here are the first shots...
of the drama.
The circumstances surrounding
this tragedy are unclear.
This time The Workers
do not appear...
to have called in a warning...
as for the other blasts.
The victims' identities...
have not been revealed.
A bomb was found
at the Paul Sauvé Arena...
but it wasn't wired.
Organizers of Mr Léger's party...
wonder how it was placed there...
despite the tight
security measures...
they've established.
So I can count on you Thursday?
The first round of bingo...
will start at about 8.
Thanks.
Just a second please.
For you, it's Geneviève.
I'll call back.
- He'll call back.
She says she has
to speak to you now.
I'll call back.
- Look, he'll call you back...
he's busy. Bye.
You shouldn't have come.
It's too dangerous.
Told you not to trust these chickens.
You bastard!
- Fernand!
I know who planted the bomb
at the arena...
and the one in Westmount.
It was on a deserted street,
a car went by...
as it went off. An accident.
We're accomplices in murder.
They kill too with their laws...
and their thugs.
- At building sites...
old age homes.
- Accidents can happen.
When we learn who died,
we may be glad.
That's right.
- We wanted to scare people...
not kill them. Count me out.
This should be a collective decision.
It's too late now.
No one can back out.
We're all accomplices.
Knowing them...
they'll turn'em into martyrs,
hold a state funeral.
We won't just stand by.
Panic will spread.
The elections may be cancelled.
How's that help us?
- A good way to topple them.
Yeah, but no one will support us now.
Worse, Léger's gaining ground.
Ok, enough talk.
You'll receive my instructions
in 2 days.
Fernand, come with me.
The rest stay here
till noon tomorrow.
Careful, they're watching the roads.
If there's trouble,
you know where I am.
If we need, we have the hostages.
Armand...
I don't know if you're watching,
but...
if you are, I want you to know...
If you can, send word how you are.
We're very worried.
I hope they haven't hurt you...
and that you're healthy.
To the kidnappers I say:
I understand an unhappy life
has made you bitter...
but it's not the fault of my husband...
and his companions...
So, please...
if you have a heart...
think of their families and kids.
Don't harm them.
I beg you, let us know...
they're alright. Please.
Well, guess it's bedtime.
Tomorrow's a big day.
I love these guys.
Such model citizens.
What are you thinking?
Nothing.
You look glum.
It's that business in Westmount.
Wait to find out who died.
Don't shed tears over them.
These guys aren't worth it.
Know who did it?
- I don't want to. In this game...
the less you know, the better.
What will you do?
Go home.
No, I mean later.
- I don't know.
It'll depend on what happens.
We don't risk much.
I've a bit of money.
If we have to, we can always leave.
Have you got a passport?
Come on...
State of emergency.
The dead man...
killed with the other two
was Davidson.
The chain store owner.
Ladies and gentlemen,
what do you want? Peace?
Calm? Liberty?
Law and order?
Is that what you want? You'll have it!
Poor man!
- What do you know?
Go back to your bingo!
- François!
Thousands die every week
in the world, no one cares.
Not the same. They were murdered.
Accidents can happen.
Maybe they died for a reason.
Forget it.
- You can be so stupid sometimes.
Forget it. When Léger's elected...
you'll see, things'll change.
There'll be peace.
Those who claim
we're fascists are wrong.
But we'll do whatever's necessary...
to restore peace here
in our families...
in our homes.
I know...
I know, ladies and gentlemen...
people will say
I'm a Mussolini, a Hitler.
That's ok, I can take it.
That's not important.
What's important is you...
It's you and me,
and all of us together...
who want to restore peace...
who want to live here
the way we like.
Don't you see?
He's a maniac, a bandit!
He kept quiet when the crime inquiry
investigated politicians.
He was scared he'd be implicated.
François, how can you?
You're nothing but ignorant slobs!
Ladies and gentlemen
to restore this peace...
this dignity we all long for...
Don't be angry at him.
To end the years of unrest
we've seen...
you have no alternative
but to vote for us!
A vote for us is a vote for you!
On the 25th...
it's you, ladies and gentlemen...
who will decide what you want.
Starting the 25th,
you will be in power.
It will be power of the people...
and power to the people!
Bernard Léger!
Bernard Léger! Hurrah, hurrah!
Bernard Léger is there!
Did you hear?
- What, the polls?
Yeah, that scum Léger is leading.
I've got news for him.
More posters.
Drop me at the hotel.
- What for?
No reason.
- Jeez.
Let me out.
- But why?
His rally's ending.
I have something to do.
What's that?
- A press card...
from my days on the union paper.
I'll finally use it.
Whatever happens...
don't let anyone push you around.
What'll happen?
I have a surprise for you all.
Did Pierre...
- No, it's my idea.
Pierre's much too...
Mr Beaugrand called...
an emergency meeting
after the blast...
that killed 3 people.
The funerals take place tomorrow.
At a press conference...
the Premier categorically ruled out...
cancelling or delaying the elections.
Mr Beaugrand's election bid...
hampered by the loss
of his two top aides...
is trailing.
The Premier refused to answer
reporters' questions...
about the photo posted today
showing Minister of Justice...
Champagne
in a highly compromising position.
The man gaining
from the situation is Mr Léger...
according to polls.
This is Jacques Trudel...
at the Hôtel Bonaventure.
No, I repeat, we won't
cancel the elections.
The photo is a set-up, a travesty!
We won't yield to blackmail
by a few terrorists.
Fernand's dead.
Come in.
Pierre...
the phone for you.
I suppose you've seen the posters.
Like some coffee?
This Pierre's place?
No, he just rented it.
What's wrong?
- Fernand's dead.
Yes.
He ruined everything.
Ok, François, I think...
you've understood.
We take a break for three days.
Everyone lies low.
No phone calls. I'll call you.
Can't we take him?
Hélène, come on!
Are you leaving?
Central America.
What for?
Just to be safe.
For a few weeks...
till things quiet down.
Then we'll come back.
We'll keep going.
We must keep going.
Wait here.
Lapointe, please.
Pierre, don't.
- I warned you, no emotions.
But we're leaving.
No way I'm going to jail.
I want to end my days in peace.
- Yeah, right.
Lapointe?
That kid François is here.
No, but he knows too much.
Good.
I won't forget you.
Hurry, pack your bag!
Bingo!
You have to fill the card.
You have to fill it all.
It's not rigged.
I-22.
O-74.
Fernand's dead.
I know.
- Two terrorists also died.
A Marie Trépanier
and Paul Champagne...
the Minister's son.
A policeman was wounded.
Can I help?
François! There's a place free.
And a pretty young girl, just look!
Don't worry, I won't tell Geneviève!
Ok, ok, I'm going.
Did Geneviève call?
Get out! Get out!
Beat it, all of you!
Get out, you dumb broads.
I was waiting.
- Are you alone?
Yeah, they're out.
Geneviève...
something just doesn't add up.
He hasn't been here in 2 days.
Think I'm stupid?
- He hasn't been here!
Lapointe!
He was just here.
How long ago?
- 10, maybe 15 minutes.
Where'd he go?
- I don't know.
Wait, to his girlfriend's, I think.
You and Tremblay, stay put.
The others, with me.
It can't be true.
Eugène...
I can't bear it.
Yes, you can. Be strong.
Eva...
I want you out by tomorrow.
One of my uncles...
lives out in St Joseph.
It's completely isolated.
I love you.
Turn around!
You'll pay for those murders!
She's innocent.
- Quiet, you'll talk later!
She had nothing to do with it!
Take her in.
Stop, I'll shoot!
VICTORY FOR LÉGER
TWO-SEAT MAJORITY
Peace has been restored.
Goldwater shares are up.
Eugène works for the union now.
The terrorists are still in jail,
awaiting trial.
And Bernard Léger,
after months of work...
is taking his first vacation.
As for these photos...
The digitization and restoration of this film remain
faithful to the body and spirit of the original work.
They have been made possible by funding from
Any resemblance to real persons...
or events is wholly unintentional.
Answer me.
-What do you want me to say?
That you'll get the money.
After all, it is your baby!
Not so loud.
I found a doctor, I need the cash.
Ok, you'll get your money.
- When?
- Let's not discuss it here.
Where, at my folks'?
Want them to find out?
You know my dad.
You've seen the bruises
I got from him.
Want me to get even more?
In my condition?
Let's go.
Don't try to run away.
Where'll you get the money?
Where?
Once more.
What's up?
- Your dad was laid off.
Laid off? What do you mean?
They're installing machines.
Said I was finished.
After 20 years,
they could keep you on.
With the wage they pay you...
What'll you do?
- What can I do?
100 of us will be retrained,
the other 40 laid off.
Go see the boss.
Explain the situation.
He must have a heart.
He'll understand.
You're an honest man.
The plant was sold.
Still... go see your new boss.
You've nothing to lose. You'll see...
Maybe he'll find you
a cozy little office job.
Don't give up, Eugène.
Men like you, hard workers like
you...
they're rare.
- Mom!
The men won't let us down.
They're calling a strike.
Come on... Be brave, my Eugène.
Everything'll work out.
- Mom!
I guess I'll call it a night.
Well...
till things get back to normal...
I have $220 in the bank.
Thank you.
Thanks.
Geneviève!
Daddy, it's François!
It's Roméo, my sister's boyfriend.
She's so weird.
What do they see in her?
Won't last two weeks.
What do you know?
Ready for the scrapyard,
huh, Roméo?
Roméo!
Eva, my sleeping beauty,
I have a surprise.
What is it?
Come for its maiden voyage.
- I want to go too!
With Eva, there's no room for you.
She won't be able to squeeze in!
Careful with Gran!
François!
I think... I think
you can take me home.
C'mon, nothing to be scared of.
I'm not scared.
Ok, we'll take you back.
I wish I'd brought my camera.
No one goes in!
- Quit shouting and shoving, dammit!
What good will this do?
- It'll get people rehired.
Those guys aren't needed now!
That our fault?
If we don't stand up, we may be next.
I can't risk my paycheck.
Goldwater's an American.
He doesn't give a shit...
he'd even hire those Italians.
Goddamn jerks!
Use your heads for once.
Anyone who tries to enter,
will end up flat as a pizza.
Tomorrow, I'm going in.
I'm not losing my pay cause of them.
- We didn't force anyone.
It was a majority decision.
Look, he's right. It's useless.
Like he says, they don't want us.
What are you doing?
- I wanted to show you my car.
Talk some sense into your Dad.
He could use it.
Is that it?
- It's not new...
but I got it cheap: $79.
The whole family can use it.
She's pretty beat up...
but you can't tell.
- What's new?
Not much.
They'll start negotiating later.
We're waiting. Everyone's waiting.
Anything we can do?
Paint some signs?
You flunked drawing, remember?
Don't hang around here. Go for a
spin.
Good luck!
Those bandits!
They pay slave wages...
then kick people out after 20 years.
- Nothing new.
It's been that way forever.
- I know.
It must be hard
for guys like your dad.
He was so proud he could give us
what we needed.
What are you doing?
- I always check what I eat.
You can't be too careful.
Know what I think?
-You think?
I think there's a good chance...
we'll have fun this year.
Why's that?
Nice, huh?
- I always look the same.
Doesn't matter. Did you see this
one?
Real sexy.
You know what your teacher likes.
Look at this one.
Hate to say this,
but I don't think it's his bag.
Or my next shots either.
- Why not?
Things'll get heavy
on the picket line...
and I plan to be there.
When do we shoot you
in your natural splendor?
Stop teasing.
You'll be beautiful.
I'm a super photographer.
If I hung them here,
the shit would hit the fan.
The neighbors, my family!
- What's the family done now?
Nosing around as usual.
You aren't shy, my girl.
- I have talent, don't you think?
What do you plan on doing?
My best.
Well, then...
You never told me his name.
- Whose?
The guy you slept with before...
once or twice.
- You don't know him.
It doesn't matter.
You're all I care about.
I hope so.
Like some cake?
This cake's much tastier.
Geneviève!
Don't be jealous
cause your mom wouldn't let you.
No necking in this house.
Want us to go to a motel?
- Jérôme!
I have to get a job.
I can't stay here. Come on...
This'll take a little while.
It's a pain, but that's life.
You're not going in.
- No one stops me...
going where I want.
You won't be the first.
No one crosses the line, scum!
Thanks for the lift.
Where you going?
I'm not missing this.
- It's no game, you know.
Solidarity! Solidarity!
Bastards!
Enjoying it?
- Crazy, trying to cross.
If you had a family, you might try
too.
Watch out!
Take some pictures, now's the time.
Show them to the press.
With elections coming up...
they'll use'em.
- I don't know.
They're the best you've ever done.
- Thanks!
Sometimes I worry I'm losing...
the little place I had in here...
and in here.
- Come off it, Geneviève.
Too bad I didn't bring
the school camera.
I could've taken those pictures.
With the apples,
it would've been cute.
We'll come back Sunday.
- On one condition: You too.
Me, what?
- I'll take pictures of you...
in your natural splendor.
Let others have some fun too.
No '' buts.''
Nature shots are all very nice...
but it's not summer now.
We'll see.
Come on.
Been here before?
- Once.
With who?
- Friends.
We came here to filch apples.
You didn't pick me up today.
I drove my dad to the plant.
And tomorrow?
I'll probably drive him again.
This is tough on him.
I could pick you up first.
Why not?
- He was like that
when he came home, in an ugly mood.
Bet you a quarter he can't light it.
That's not fair.
François helped him.
He did not. Pay up!
Why're you staring at me?
Can't you leave me alone?
Go away!
Go away, or I'll smack you one!
Go away!
He's never been drunk like this.
What'll we do?
- I'll make him a good cup of coffee.
We'll pour it down his throat...
if we have to.
C'mon, bet with us.
You'll win some dough.
François!
Come sit down.
How's your car?
Fine.
How's your girlfriend?
Fine.
Come, have a good cup of coffee.
It'll pick you up.
- Leave me alone, Mother.
But, Eugène...
Get out, you bitch!
Just leave.
Thanks.
I don't think Dad'll be going
to the plant.
He's not feeling so hot.
But I can still pick you up tomorrow.
Sure. We'll have a coffee
and go for a spin.
We'll go for a spin.
- What time?
At 8.
I'll be ready.
Will you drive us?
- Me too!
- No, Eva's not a school bus.
Did I overdo it last night?
No, Dad. You were pretty funny.
You could've taken me first.
-Why?
After the death of Léo Harvey...
outside Goldwater and Sons...
union leaders promised strikers
their help.
They hinted
they'd throw their support...
behind one of the parties
when the election campaign...
We shouldn't have walked out.
Hi.
- Hello.
We want our jobs!
We want our jobs!
We want our jobs!
Goldwater to the gallows!
I'll take a few pictures.
- What about classes?
Later.
- If you're skipping, go get a job.
The way things look, we'll need it.
You see, Eugène...
you were wrong to doubt us.
We won't let those bastards win.
Everyone's behind us.
- Not Léo.
The guys are sticking together.
Strikes never get you anywhere.
What's the news on Albert?
- He's in jail...
charged with
involuntary manslaughter.
Goddamn boss!
It's your fault Léo's dead!
Stay on the sidewalk!
What about the other
photographers?
You'll see!
- Let him go!
Calm down, it's useless.
I know.
How'd it go?
- They'll pay!
A night in jail's no big deal.
Any union leader...
has spent time behind bars.
Small consolation.
Look, they fucked up my film.
Who covered bail?
- The union.
Mine, too?
- No, Pierre paid yours.
Who's he?
- You'll find out.
He wants to meet you.
- When's Léo's funeral?
Tomorrow at 10. Here, your key.
- Thanks.
Eat this. It'll do you good.
What's it like in prison?
I've never been.
Is it as filthy as they say?
- Mom!
Is it true about all the fairies?
- Mom!
Yeah, we were raped.
Goddamn tabloids...
François!
- Don't blame others...
you should've kept your mouth shut.
Let's go!
Look who's here.
- Who is it?
Gendron, an MNA.
- Elections, I guess.
The flies are out.
- At least he named a mediator.
After Léo died.
Quiet, kid.
When we want advice, we'll ask.
He'd be alive if we hadn't walked
out.
Why aren't you on Albert's side?
What'd that change?
- That kind of attitude...
is why you earn $100 a week.
That's all you're worth to them.
I can't earn $300 a week with my job.
Some people have shown up
to pay their last respects.
Among them
are three provincial MNAs...
from the Independence Party...
alongside two union leaders,
which may confirm...
rumors we heard last night...
they're supporting
Mr Lemoine's party.
Meanwhile, Goldwater and his gang
rake in profits you earned.
They can afford whatever they want.
Your Dad couldn't run the company.
He's worth every bit as much
as those damn Americans!
He's not guilty of murder!
You won't see Albert.
He's in jail till tomorrow.
Who's he?
Pico, the shop steward.
Don't be an idiot, Marcel.
Everyone knows it was an accident.
We've got to keep the men united.
Know what your problem is?
You're a damn nice guy...
but you're yellow, a coward.
I couldn't talk like that at home.
If only it did some good.
Nothing changes,
always back to square one.
Poor Dad.
Would you put your parents
in a home?
Why?
Just wondering.
Hug me.
We haven't made love in so long.
I promise to make up for lost time.
Like some coffee?
Gimme that.
- No way.
It was an accident.
- Like hell.
Gimme it.
Why'd you take it away?
Accidents happen.
We have to move on.
Albert better not show up here again.
The mediator said: Be patient.
Sounds like he's with Goldwater.
Out to fill Beaugrand's coffers.
Give him a chance, he's new.
In 3 months you'll still be
picketing.
C'mon, we should talk.
Coke in the morning?
Do you plan to stick with us?
School's a waste of time.
I'm fed up. I'm real fed up.
Are you quitting?
What's Goldwater care
if we picket his plant?
He's got ten others.
He's rich, it's nothing to him.
We've never even seen him.
That's no reason to...
- It's a damn good reason.
We've decided
to have a talk with him.
Talk with him?
- Yeah.
We've had our eye on you.
We want you to take
photos of that meeting...
for the press.
We plan to pay Goldwater
a little lesson...
squeeze him by the balls.
That'll shake up his buddies too.
Here's Pierre.
He's the one who paid your bail.
Hi.
This is François. A gutsy kid.
Have to stick up for your beliefs.
Paul... Marie... François.
Hi.
It's not loaded.
To scare him and the others.
- Where's it from?
Pierre has ways.
Go change, it's not far.
In there?
- Yeah.
We ready?
- The phone's cut...
they're all inside.
- Marie, keep a look-out.
Martin, you come with us.
Let's move on to the north sector.
Garibaldi?
I'll go.
Up against the wall! Move it!
We're not interested in you.
Play along and nothing'll happen.
Ok guys, go!
Freeze!
Which one's Goldwater?
- I don't know.
Which one is he?
He's not here.
- Christ!
No problem.
They'll do just fine.
We don't need glamor shots!
Why wasn't Goldwater there?
He cancelled at the last minute.
Give me the film.
What for?
- Give me the film.
It was a big operation.
- This'll stir things up good.
Finally we did something,
not just beg for what we're owed.
You can let me off here.
What a night.
Make sure you tune in to CJMS.
Geneviève!
What's wrong?
- Nothing.
Think I'm stupid?
Why weren't you in class today?
I was taking pictures.
What's going on, François?
A special news bulletin.
Listen.
We've just received the following...
unconfirmed report:
Five Montréal political
and business leaders...
were apparently kidnapped
from a country house.
We can't reveal their identities.
The black-hooded kidnappers...
drugged their chauffeurs
and housekeepers.
Here is the communiqué
from the group who kidnapped...
Premier Beaugrand's top aide...
one of his MNAs and 3
businessmen...
linked to his party: '' We're tired...
of the reign
of psychological terror...
waged by big business
at election time.
As a result we are taking action.
More such clean-ups will follow.
Signed: The Workers.''
The five men kidnapped
by this new movement...
called The Workers,
are Mr Peter Laxton, 45...
Mr Antoine Garibaldi, 48...
Peter Malacket, 65...
Armand Desrosiers II, 54...
I need four rolls.
Again?
- We're going up north to shoot.
And your classes?
Forget my classes.
Give me six rolls.
Will you testify on Albert?
I go in next week.
- He's in trouble.
Poor Albert.
Poor Albert?
Don't park there!
- I'll just be a minute.
I hate'em, I hate'em, I hate'em!
Anything new?
- Seen the paper?
These guys are the establishment?
Pretty sorry sight.
Caught pants down!
- Hey, guys!
A news bulletin!
- Coming?
Ok.
I won't be long, ok?
Did you tell your girlfriend?
- No, don't worry.
She looks mad.
- I hardly see her.
We meet Pierre
at the country house at 7.
The house?
- Relax.
Just be there.
The mediator told me...
Goldwater's in Europe for 3 days.
Why didn't Pierre know?
- No idea.
I'll ask him. Get ready.
Other cells are preparing
for the elections too.
It's going to swing, my boy.
When a government...
instead of solving problems...
just dodges them,
holding inquiry after inquiry...
but never changing anything...
it's no surprise,
however regrettable...
if people lose their heads
and commit such acts.
Workers won't allow themselves
to be abused any longer.
François and Fernand seem close.
Fernand loves trouble.
He may influence François.
Not really.
In these troubled times...
which we had predicted...
we need a government
capable of action...
in a province
threatened by socialism...
and terrorism. Otherwise...
there'll be many more such events.
Know what Goldwater's profits
were last year?
$2 million, net.
- So what?
You talk like my mother.
You know it's not just
about Goldwater.
Seen their communiqué?
What'll it change if Lemoine
wins the elections?
It's all the same gang,
the same system.
They want change,
but people don't care...
unless it means more money.
Then things'll stay the same.
It's you who'll pay. Things'll go on...
and nothing will have changed.
And as for us...
What about your pictures?
I'm getting cold.
I've no choice, I have to keep going.
Otherwise I know...
I'll always blame myself.
Are you sure you'll succeed
in changing something?
But if no one tries,
nothing will change.
You know how far
fine speeches get you.
You're an idealist.
But we need them.
I love you.
Are you warmer now?
Yes.
What about the pictures?
Are you sure?
- Sure.
That your car?
- Yeah, why?
Your papers.
Take them out.
Do you have papers?
What were you doing?
Taking pictures of apples.
I've something else for you.
Are you in?
What about Goldwater?
We'll forget about him for now.
It'd be too risky.
We have a bigger fish to fry.
Here... Know how to use it?
They told me everything I wanted.
Look at this.
Paul, your info was dead on.
The three of them poured a million
into Beaugrand's campaign.
A million!
No wonder they were elected.
You can buy a lot of votes.
Page 2 is all the bribes
they've admitted to so far.
Garibaldi defrauded Québec
out of 3 million in taxes.
Can't wait till this gets out!
How'd you get them to confess?
We'd done our homework.
One of them got scared.
We'll go through this later.
Paul?
Here, François...
For the gas.
Tonight at 9:30, at this address.
A woman will be waiting.
Her name's Hélène. She's with us.
Paul sent...
- Come in, fast!
Hurry up, he'll be here any minute.
Don't do anything stupid. No heroics.
In here.
How about that light?
Maybe you'd like
a row of floods, too?
You're a big one.
Did Paul tell you who it is?
That it's his father?
- His father?
The Minister of Justice.
- Champagne?
Careful.
Get your money's worth?
If you liked the show, thank Paul.
He arranged it.
- Why?
He's consumed by hate,
especially for his dad.
Why?
Why? Why?
You ask a lot of questions.
Why do you do this?
My father was laid off
at Goldwater's and...
It's too complicated to explain.
What's your girlfriend think of this?
She doesn't know. I never see her.
Is it serious between you?
Well... yeah.
Is she pretty?
- Yes.
And you, why do you...
Because...
I lived with Pierre
when he worked for the Union.
He did me a huge favor back then.
He's always come through.
And the photos?
- You won't see my face.
But Arthur...
Champagne? He's no danger to me.
I know too much, about both sides.
François, come celebrate
with your gran.
What is it?
Guess.
You're pregnant?
- No, silly!
I just won...
$1000 at bingo!
- She's lending us $500.
At least she's thinking of us.
- Don't mind your mom.
I was young once, too.
Here, have a drink.
Here's to Gran's health!
A news bulletin!
Aren't you celebrating?
What's wrong?
- It started when Eva said...
she'd lend him $500.
...Minister Champagne.
- I wish to reassure Québecers:
We've done everything...
to ensure no further
kidnappings occur.
It's about time!
- The police are out in full force.
I personally promise that the guilty...
will be punished severely.
Elections will go on as planned.
The situation is in hand.
François, for you.
- What?
The phone!
- Who is it?
Geneviève. You're in the clouds.
I wanted to see you're alright.
On the eve of the election
campaign...
opinion polls show these standings:
23% of voters support...
Mr Lemoine's Independence Party.
Mr Léger's party stands at 15%,
and Premier Beaugrand's party...
has 38%.
24% of voters are undecided.
Whose house is this?
Why do you ask?
- So many people...
isn't it risky?
- It's Pierre's place.
What's his story?
Pierre was union chief
during the Val d'Or strike.
He spent two years in jail.
And now?
- Now, as you can see...
What's the matter, scared?
No, that's not it.
- The less you know...
the less dangerous it is for
everyone.
I'm no brain...
but I figure Pierre's damn good.
He knows what he's doing.
Your pictures will cause an uproar.
Dad'll get what he deserves.
Bet you had fun after he left.
Surprising.
She lays anything in trousers.
- Paul!
Fernand'll explain our next moves.
We'll start our own campaign,
like he says.
Fear's the only way
to get them to listen.
My 20 years with unions
taught me that.
We'll hit them all.
Lemoine too?
- Yes. Otherwise...
it could work against him.
He's the best.
Another one wants to crap.
- Hold on.
Come see'em when they're scared
and get diarrhea.
What's wrong? How cute!
He's ashamed
to show his teeny weenie!
Don't worry, little man,
Mom's seen others.
Cute, huh?
One offered me money...
to let him go... lots.
He was shocked to learn
not everyone can be bought.
You'll pay for this!
- Before we go to jail...
you'll be pushing up daisies!
Look at them!
Such fine specimens of manhood!
I was a social worker for 5 years.
I thought I was helping...
the so-called '' disadvantaged'' ...
giving something
to people who needed it.
But at a certain point I realized...
what I was giving them
was so little...
it just kept them poor...
hanging on the edge of the hole.
When we finally managed
to get them out...
the boss'd come...
the loan companies...
and shove'em back down.
You had to start all over.
As time went on, I realized
I was keeping them down.
You see?
I was giving them
just enough to survive...
so they wouldn't go to the rich
and say: I demand a job!
I kept them in a state
of total dependence.
To help, I'd have to say to them:
The system's fucked, we have
to unite, to change things.
I needed to say it,
and finally to act on it.
The only way,
because it was urgent...
The only way I found was this.
It's violent, real violent.
Those pictures of me are lovely.
Haven't you had enough?
Leave me be!
It's becoming a habit.
He's worse tonight.
This is my house. Don't like it?
Leave!
Eugène, the kids!
- This is my place!
I'll shout if I want!
- The first time it was funny...
but not anymore, understand?
You won't tell me what to do
in my own house!
It'd be good for you.
Listen to me!
I'm your father!
I've had it with your damn theories!
They're why I lost my job!
If you want a fight...
fight each other. Let us work!
I'm fed up with this stuff...
and it's not just me! You'll listen...
show some respect!
Everything has a limit.
That's true.
- I'm your father.
Lucky for us!
- You little bastard!
Open up! This isn't over!
Open up, you hear?
I'll take this.
We oppose violence.
We believe we can achieve
the same results,
but democratically!
However, we must ask ourselves
one very important question:
Why do these acts of violence
occur?
Because people are sick and tired...
of laws that protect the rich
but never the poor.
Of course they say we're idealists...
our feet aren't on the ground.
But what about their solutions...
the realists...
who represent the status quo?
What have they ever achieved?
In the last four years...
the government has led us
on a frantic race...
towards socialism...
and these are the results.
Government is invading our lives!
We live in a police state.
Terrorism is flourishing.
Our freedom...
is being eroded.
The election campaign began
with all three party leaders
calling for calm.
According to recent polls
no party has a clear lead.
Mr Beaugrand must deal
with the unrest...
despite the loss of his principal
organizers, being held hostage.
Mr Lemoine has avoided...
a radical position,
but made only small gains.
Mr Léger is winning
over discontented voters.
The campaign itself will be decisive.
Ladies and gentlemen...
...and we are headed
for certain victory!
I cannot stand by
and refuse to help...
my fellow citizens...
and even less, use fine words...
and fancy phrases to lure you...
into the trap of a future
that doesn't exist.
We've proven our worth.
I invite you to follow me
higher and further...
Please remain calm.
The lights will...
THE WORKERS
Despite their brazen blackmail...
a handful of fanatics
will not stop us from...
If this keeps up...
I'll move to Ontario.
We've learned that another rally
was sabotaged.
Terrorists cut the power
ending the rally.
During the evacuation of the hall...
one person was injured
and taken to hospital.
It's the third meeting sabotaged...
tonight. More details...
on our 10:30 newscast.
Are you guys behind all this?
Are you crazy? You'll be arrested...
lose everything...
- Not so loud.
Just wait. Ginette...
tell me if there's
another news bulletin.
I need to know how the others did.
In that case...
- Geneviève! Take it easy.
No way I'll wait for a guy in jail!
Stop thinking only of yourself,
you sound like Eva.
What's up?
- Nothing.
And you?
- His liver... all the booze.
It's over. I'll stop drinking.
All drunks say that. Bet you he
won't.
François...
could you sell 50 of these at school?
It might help get me elected...
'' Queen of the Caps.''
39 cents each, 3 for a dollar...
They're cheap.
Be nice to Geneviève.
She's a good girl.
- Would you please shut up.
I know I'm a burden.
I just can't imagine
going to a home to die.
Sorry for calling so late.
Could I speak to Geneviève?
I think she's sleeping.
Could you wake her?
- One second.
I'm sleeping.
- She's sleeping.
Tell her I'll pick her up at 9
tomorrow.
Geneviève's here.
François, it's Geneviève.
They arrested 75 terrorists.
No, 75 people,
they're not sure who they are.
They must've had a reason.
My teacher says
the government's to blame.
Soon we won't speak French.
- Teachers ought to teach...
not preach politics.
What do we do?
Can I talk now? Thanks.
I want to thank you for your show.
I've been trying to call,
but it was always busy.
When I think about
the families of the men...
who were captured...
It's horrible!
The people who do such things
are just jealous lazy bums.
They don't want to work.
I'm hot!
The army is assisting the police.
As well...
the government is offering
a $100,000 reward...
to anyone who provides
information...
leading to the terrorists' arrest.
We urge...
the population to stay calm.
The bastards are getting scared.
Where's Eugène?
Haven't seen him lately.
He's sick.
- Lots of people are sick...
all of a sudden.
- Well, he's in bed.
What's new?
- Hardly anybody turns out.
The same everywhere.
In Lasalle they called off...
a one-day solidarity strike.
At GS, 3 shops are out.
After the bombings,
they're going back in.
Those bastards!
The Workers! The Workers!
Hang in, hang in, hang in!
The Workers are here!
Get away! Guys, clear'em out!
You're sure?
- I told you.
Broads...
It's Paul's office.
Hi.
So, what's new?
- The Premier is talking big.
I can't wait
till your pictures come out.
When?
- When the time's right.
The arrests?
Robert was picked up.
What do we do?
- Pierre says Robert's clean...
they're letting him go.
- They arrested people at random...
we're safe.
But Robert's no good to us now.
Let's get to work. I have four cars...
marked Mondello's Pizzeria.
Why's Paul hate his dad so much?
It's an old story.
Arthur only married Paul's mom
for her money.
To fund his election bid.
He's put her through hell.
Paul's waited years to get revenge.
And his mom?
- She hates the guy too.
Biting your nails?
No need to worry.
I know what's going on from Arthur.
Coming?
We're paying the price
for irresponsible government.
You've seen the huge new schools,
which our kids feel lost in.
Our children don't know
which way to turn.
All these fancy new programs
that lead nowhere....
You've seen the filthy professors...
with beards and long hair
who teach our kids.
Have you heard them
preaching Maoism...
independence, socialism...
and terrorism to your kids?
And even sexology?
Do you know that many schools...
not to mention colleges
and universities...
are brothels...
in everything but name?
It's free love...
the pill, abortions.
We mustn't blame them...
our kids, ladies and gentlemen.
It's not their fault.
It's yours!
- But it has to stop!
We must rein them in
before it's too late.
We'll shut schools if necessary.
We'll open summer camps...
where they'll learn clean living...
enjoy sports...
- Nudism!
...respect for authority...
and above all...
relearn the real meaning of values.
If Champagne
and his corporate chums...
hadn't ignored all the problems
for 4 years...
we wouldn't be in this mess today.
To hold us responsible for these
events is blatant posturing.
When you can't work
in your language...
and workers are offered
no solutions...
Let me warn Mr Lemoine
to weigh his words.
He might find himself behind bars...
for inciting civil unrest.
Know what those bastards'
annual profits are?
They're dreamers
who'd drag you down a road...
where you risk losing
what little you have.
People aren't stupid.
They've seen our results.
First they shove socialism at us...
then say we need independence,
and try and foist it on us.
A reactionary dictator
won't solve your problems.
There's a bomb in the basement
of your school.
It'll go off in exactly 18 minutes.
To save lives, The Workers
suggest you clear the hall.
I wish I had kids so they'd see this.
Why aren't you married?
- Dames are nothing but trouble.
A good lay now and then is enough.
If I had a son, I'd teach him to
fight.
He'd be someone.
Let's call the cops, have a laugh.
Officer... The Workers suggest...
you evacuate the school where
Premier Beaugrand is speaking.
A bomb's set to go off
in exactly 38 minutes.
G'night, officer.
I'd give anything to see their faces.
No fair, we miss the show.
The first one should've gone off.
It's me again. How's it going?
Champagne, St André School.
If you think I'm joking...
take the chance.
A bomb exploded at Mr Beaugrand's
party headquarters.
No one was hurt, but the building
was severely damaged.
No one will attend the rallies now.
Don't be stupid, we'll get caught.
One more.
Hi, how's it going?
Takes time to plant them.
Mr Gendron, St Antoine School.
See you later.
Fernand!
Last one, I swear.
We'll show those bastards!
Hello, we just visited your offices.
You have 18 minutes.
May I suggest you evacuate?
Step on it.
François, this is Roméo.
Remember him?
A bomb killed 3 people in Westmount.
From the scene,
here are the first shots...
of the drama.
The circumstances surrounding
this tragedy are unclear.
This time The Workers
do not appear...
to have called in a warning...
as for the other blasts.
The victims' identities...
have not been revealed.
A bomb was found
at the Paul Sauvé Arena...
but it wasn't wired.
Organizers of Mr Léger's party...
wonder how it was placed there...
despite the tight
security measures...
they've established.
So I can count on you Thursday?
The first round of bingo...
will start at about 8.
Thanks.
Just a second please.
For you, it's Geneviève.
I'll call back.
- He'll call back.
She says she has
to speak to you now.
I'll call back.
- Look, he'll call you back...
he's busy. Bye.
You shouldn't have come.
It's too dangerous.
Told you not to trust these chickens.
You bastard!
- Fernand!
I know who planted the bomb
at the arena...
and the one in Westmount.
It was on a deserted street,
a car went by...
as it went off. An accident.
We're accomplices in murder.
They kill too with their laws...
and their thugs.
- At building sites...
old age homes.
- Accidents can happen.
When we learn who died,
we may be glad.
That's right.
- We wanted to scare people...
not kill them. Count me out.
This should be a collective decision.
It's too late now.
No one can back out.
We're all accomplices.
Knowing them...
they'll turn'em into martyrs,
hold a state funeral.
We won't just stand by.
Panic will spread.
The elections may be cancelled.
How's that help us?
- A good way to topple them.
Yeah, but no one will support us now.
Worse, Léger's gaining ground.
Ok, enough talk.
You'll receive my instructions
in 2 days.
Fernand, come with me.
The rest stay here
till noon tomorrow.
Careful, they're watching the roads.
If there's trouble,
you know where I am.
If we need, we have the hostages.
Armand...
I don't know if you're watching,
but...
if you are, I want you to know...
If you can, send word how you are.
We're very worried.
I hope they haven't hurt you...
and that you're healthy.
To the kidnappers I say:
I understand an unhappy life
has made you bitter...
but it's not the fault of my husband...
and his companions...
So, please...
if you have a heart...
think of their families and kids.
Don't harm them.
I beg you, let us know...
they're alright. Please.
Well, guess it's bedtime.
Tomorrow's a big day.
I love these guys.
Such model citizens.
What are you thinking?
Nothing.
You look glum.
It's that business in Westmount.
Wait to find out who died.
Don't shed tears over them.
These guys aren't worth it.
Know who did it?
- I don't want to. In this game...
the less you know, the better.
What will you do?
Go home.
No, I mean later.
- I don't know.
It'll depend on what happens.
We don't risk much.
I've a bit of money.
If we have to, we can always leave.
Have you got a passport?
Come on...
State of emergency.
The dead man...
killed with the other two
was Davidson.
The chain store owner.
Ladies and gentlemen,
what do you want? Peace?
Calm? Liberty?
Law and order?
Is that what you want? You'll have it!
Poor man!
- What do you know?
Go back to your bingo!
- François!
Thousands die every week
in the world, no one cares.
Not the same. They were murdered.
Accidents can happen.
Maybe they died for a reason.
Forget it.
- You can be so stupid sometimes.
Forget it. When Léger's elected...
you'll see, things'll change.
There'll be peace.
Those who claim
we're fascists are wrong.
But we'll do whatever's necessary...
to restore peace here
in our families...
in our homes.
I know...
I know, ladies and gentlemen...
people will say
I'm a Mussolini, a Hitler.
That's ok, I can take it.
That's not important.
What's important is you...
It's you and me,
and all of us together...
who want to restore peace...
who want to live here
the way we like.
Don't you see?
He's a maniac, a bandit!
He kept quiet when the crime inquiry
investigated politicians.
He was scared he'd be implicated.
François, how can you?
You're nothing but ignorant slobs!
Ladies and gentlemen
to restore this peace...
this dignity we all long for...
Don't be angry at him.
To end the years of unrest
we've seen...
you have no alternative
but to vote for us!
A vote for us is a vote for you!
On the 25th...
it's you, ladies and gentlemen...
who will decide what you want.
Starting the 25th,
you will be in power.
It will be power of the people...
and power to the people!
Bernard Léger!
Bernard Léger! Hurrah, hurrah!
Bernard Léger is there!
Did you hear?
- What, the polls?
Yeah, that scum Léger is leading.
I've got news for him.
More posters.
Drop me at the hotel.
- What for?
No reason.
- Jeez.
Let me out.
- But why?
His rally's ending.
I have something to do.
What's that?
- A press card...
from my days on the union paper.
I'll finally use it.
Whatever happens...
don't let anyone push you around.
What'll happen?
I have a surprise for you all.
Did Pierre...
- No, it's my idea.
Pierre's much too...
Mr Beaugrand called...
an emergency meeting
after the blast...
that killed 3 people.
The funerals take place tomorrow.
At a press conference...
the Premier categorically ruled out...
cancelling or delaying the elections.
Mr Beaugrand's election bid...
hampered by the loss
of his two top aides...
is trailing.
The Premier refused to answer
reporters' questions...
about the photo posted today
showing Minister of Justice...
Champagne
in a highly compromising position.
The man gaining
from the situation is Mr Léger...
according to polls.
This is Jacques Trudel...
at the Hôtel Bonaventure.
No, I repeat, we won't
cancel the elections.
The photo is a set-up, a travesty!
We won't yield to blackmail
by a few terrorists.
Fernand's dead.
Come in.
Pierre...
the phone for you.
I suppose you've seen the posters.
Like some coffee?
This Pierre's place?
No, he just rented it.
What's wrong?
- Fernand's dead.
Yes.
He ruined everything.
Ok, François, I think...
you've understood.
We take a break for three days.
Everyone lies low.
No phone calls. I'll call you.
Can't we take him?
Hélène, come on!
Are you leaving?
Central America.
What for?
Just to be safe.
For a few weeks...
till things quiet down.
Then we'll come back.
We'll keep going.
We must keep going.
Wait here.
Lapointe, please.
Pierre, don't.
- I warned you, no emotions.
But we're leaving.
No way I'm going to jail.
I want to end my days in peace.
- Yeah, right.
Lapointe?
That kid François is here.
No, but he knows too much.
Good.
I won't forget you.
Hurry, pack your bag!
Bingo!
You have to fill the card.
You have to fill it all.
It's not rigged.
I-22.
O-74.
Fernand's dead.
I know.
- Two terrorists also died.
A Marie Trépanier
and Paul Champagne...
the Minister's son.
A policeman was wounded.
Can I help?
François! There's a place free.
And a pretty young girl, just look!
Don't worry, I won't tell Geneviève!
Ok, ok, I'm going.
Did Geneviève call?
Get out! Get out!
Beat it, all of you!
Get out, you dumb broads.
I was waiting.
- Are you alone?
Yeah, they're out.
Geneviève...
something just doesn't add up.
He hasn't been here in 2 days.
Think I'm stupid?
- He hasn't been here!
Lapointe!
He was just here.
How long ago?
- 10, maybe 15 minutes.
Where'd he go?
- I don't know.
Wait, to his girlfriend's, I think.
You and Tremblay, stay put.
The others, with me.
It can't be true.
Eugène...
I can't bear it.
Yes, you can. Be strong.
Eva...
I want you out by tomorrow.
One of my uncles...
lives out in St Joseph.
It's completely isolated.
I love you.
Turn around!
You'll pay for those murders!
She's innocent.
- Quiet, you'll talk later!
She had nothing to do with it!
Take her in.
Stop, I'll shoot!
VICTORY FOR LÉGER
TWO-SEAT MAJORITY
Peace has been restored.
Goldwater shares are up.
Eugène works for the union now.
The terrorists are still in jail,
awaiting trial.
And Bernard Léger,
after months of work...
is taking his first vacation.
As for these photos...