Happily Married (C’est comme ça que je t’aime)

Give me that.

Huguette, I'm your husband

and I'm ordering you to give it to me.

You're under arrest.

Everything all right?

Stay out of this, Serge!

I've got it under control.

Huguette is under arrest.

Are there bullets left in here?

I put three cartridges in, and I shot twice.

Perfect.

You're going to arrest me?

Yes.

As your husband, I'm within my rights to arrest you.

You're like children in the eyes of the law.

Jesus Christ!

What happened?

You put ideas in her head!

Instead of killing me, she's killing other people!

Take this. You're better at it than I am.

Don't lower it!

Your Honor, I'm the victim in all this.

What?

There are two guilty parties here:

Gaétan Delisle and Serge Paquette.

My husband's career has been a series of humiliations.

When the most important task given to you

is to blow up balloons and make ham sandwiches,

that's a sign that your future prospects in the government

aren't exactly great!

What are you saying?

My husband had questionable dealings

with controversial individuals associated with unions.

He even tried to get

a special deal for them from the government,

guaranteeing them exclusive union rights

for the James Bay project.

He was even paid for his work.

I found one of the payments: $500.

There's no way a simple housewife like me

could have earned that kind of money.

I'd like to submit that money to the court as evidence.

Give me that.

Go call the police, Serge. I'm through messing around!

Serge, go call the police!

No, wait.

I want to know when I appear in the story.

Thankfully, a colleague of Gaétan's

uncovered his scheming.

Gérard Boulerice was an upstanding man.

When he threatened to tell their superiors everything,

Gaétan went crazy.

I started to suspect that something was amiss

when Gaétan asked me

to get him a rifle for his birthday.

It was strange!

Why was he suddenly interested in hunting?

And the night of the party for the Simard kid,

things came to a head.

Was it the humiliation of the ham sandwiches?

I did everything I could to stop him.

I followed him to the victim's house,

I tried to take the gun away,

but I failed.

My husband will tell you the opposite,

but how could an innocent man

have left so many fingerprints on the murder weapon?

Tell me, what role

did Serge Paquette play in all this?

Jesus! Are you playing the judge now?

Thank you for asking, Your Honor.

I was just getting to that.

Serge Paquette coached Gaétan Delisle.

As a former military man,

he demonstrated the basics of shooting.

But he didn't know what Gaétan would do.

He was still an accomplice, though,

in a certain way.

An innocent accomplice, you might say.

Yes, Your Honor.

Thank you for your testimony, ma'am.

Shut up, you idiot!

Is anyone there? Hello?

We're all the way at the back!

You're forgetting one detail, Mrs. Delisle.

What's that?

The testimony of two key witnesses.

You're good!

The Court calls Mrs. Micheline Paquette

and Marie-Josée...

What's your last name again?

- Bolduc. - Bolduc.

Objection, Your Honor!

Mrs. Paquette and Ms. Bolduc

only heard the gunshots.

They were in the car.

How could they know

if it was Gaétan Delisle or Huguette Delisle who fired?

Sustained.

They saw you run into the house, you lunatic!

Yes, I ran, but only to warn Mr. Boulerice.

I would also add that the testimony

of an adulterous woman,

adulterous with Gaétan Delisle no less,

would certainly be viewed by the jury

with a good amount of skepticism.

And Ms. Bolduc's testimony?

Same credibility problem,

given her troubling relationship with Serge Paquette.

Mr. Paquette even confided in me about it.

Would the Court like to hear it?

No. No, thank you.

I therefore plead not guilty

and I have nothing more to add, Your Honor.

I'm calling the police.

No.

Don't do that.

Micheline!

- No! No! - You're crazy!

- You've all gone crazy! - Huguette's the crazy one!

She wanted to kill me because I'm in love with you,

and now she wants to take it out on everyone.

You have to leave.

His wife will be back from her concert at eight.

That's in 10 minutes!

- At the Grand Théâtre? - The concert? Yes.

It can take a while to get out of there.

You remember when we went to see Renée Claude?

- Renée Claude! - Who is she?

Stop touching everything!

They're going to dust for prints and identify us!

- I just used the bathroom. - What?

It's your sandwiches! I think the mayo went bad.

I just touched the phone.

I'll clean everything. Go.

But you've got less than 10 minutes!

I know you're a murderer,

but you're still my wife and the mother of my child.

We could help you.

Right, gang?

It will be hard to get the blood out.

I wanted to clean the prints, not the blood.

Let's clean everywhere we've been.

Then, we go. We have nine minutes!

In an ideal world,

you'd put plastic sheeting down under the victim before shooting.

Then you can just roll him up. It's less messy.

That's a little trick.

I'm so dumb!

As I'm looking for stuff, I'm leaving more prints!

We need gloves, too!

Yes.

You scared me!

Is the cleavage too much?

We're looking for gloves, OK?

And try to find the light, too!

No.

I don't mind making your wife jealous.

But I'm a lesbian,

so it'll never happen with us, OK?

Not that I don't find you attractive,

but I've chosen to love women.

I'm a political lesbian.

Stop talking nonsense and help me look.

It's because of men like you that I founded the RMFMDPSQ!

Do you know the RMFMDPSQ?

The RMFMDPSQ: the Radical Marxist-Feminist Movement

for the Destruction of Patriarchal Structures in Quebec!

I'm the only member now,

but it's positioned to grow.

You're a communist?

There's no way you're unionizing the store!

Is that clear?

What's my last name?

Huh?

You didn't know my last name.

I told you. What is it?

I don't remember.

You know my bra size, but not my last name?

Don't tell me Wonderwear turned you into a communist?

You can't even give a woman a gift anymore!

What's my last name?

Are you serious?

My last name,

or you'll become the first victim of the RMFMDPSQ!

What's wrong with everyone tonight?

My last name!

You're fired, OK?

Don't come in to work tomorrow. You don't have a job!

You might have big tits,

but a communist with big tits

is still a communist!

You were lucky last time.

Your wife was sleeping next to you.

As a political lesbian,

I am committed to protecting women from violence.

But this is different. It's perfect.

Tonight, the RMFMDPSQ strikes for the first time.

Down with the capitalist patriarchy!

There's already a crime scene.