Je suis coupable

I AM GUILTY

- I'm gonna get you, rug rat! - No!

Shorty!

Shrimp!

You'll never get me.

Gotcha!

I think that's quite clean.

Are you a maniac now?

So it's really over between us?

Patricia, I'm sick of everything, my job...

I need some space.

You're sick of us?

No, it's not that.

You don't love me?

I still love you.

Stop swinging like that!

What do you think that was?

I don't know.

Girls?

Come on.

Get your things. We're going to aunt Elsa's.

- Now? - You'll be staying with her.

- Cool! - Where is Mommy?

Mommy's at work.

Come on, sweetie.

Hi, my darlings.

Cooee!

Get in, it's cold.

- What is it? - I can't tell you.

Take care of the girls. I've no time.

- You're leaving tomorrow. - Say that to my wife.

For once I'm here. Thanks, boss.

You're welcome.

Vincent Keurlire. Can I speak to Dr. Villiers?

Thank you.

Gilles, I need you to come to my house right now.

Not on duty? I don't care. Patricia killed herself.

- What time did she die? - 2 p.m.

I was here.

I mean, I was downstairs.

Why didn't you call me right after?

Does it make any difference?

No, but...

What happened?

I don't know.

I can't see her like this.

I've signed a death certificate.

But you have to call the police.

She killed herself.

The police have to certify it. You know that.

No. I mean...

Yes.

Want me to do it?

Call them?

I don't want to leave.

Go ahead. I'll call them.

- Will you be alright? - Yes.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

You can go.

- Hello. - Hello.

- She didn't die here? - No.

- You moved her? - Yes.

- You moved the body? - I couldn't leave her there...

I just couldn't...

Show me the place where she died.

Where's the weapon?

I threw it away.

I hope you have a good explanation.

Do you realize what you've done?

I was furious. I would've torn it to pieces if I could have.

I've been wanting to throw that piece of shit for years!

Whatever. You altered a crime scene.

It's not a crime scene.

She committed suicide.

The doctor certified it. Isn't that enough?

Whose rifle was it?

Mine.

Did your wife leave a letter?

No.

I looked everywhere.

In the office.

So you went to your office?

You own Keurlire Transport, right?

Yes.

Why did you go to the office?

I wanted to see if everything was OK.

Julie, call an ambulance.

Where do you usually keep that rifle?

In the garage.

- It was right here. - Hands off.

OK, pack your things.

You're coming with us.

My things? I don't understand.

My daughters are with their aunt.

We will examine the house. You won't be coming home tonight.

Please.

You have no idea why she did it?

No. I don't understand.

Why did you move the body?

I tried not to,

but I couldn't bear seeing her covered in blood.

I grabbed a clean sheet and laid Patricia on top.

I wrapped her and moved her away.

I went back upstairs and saw the rifle... I lost my mind.

I really lost it.

The girls were in the garden.

She knew there'd be blood. How could she?

You could ask yourself why.

- Was your wife depressed? - No.

Not that I know.

I'll write this down and you'll be free to go.

What about my wife?

The coroner will examine the body. It's the rules.

I don't know why I did it, damn it.

You should've seen it...

Blood everywhere, even on the walls.

I couldn't leave her there.

When my father died, I helped my mom.

We threw his things out right after,

as if we were mad at him for dying.

We gave away his tools and clothes.

I don't know why we did that either.

No one knows how to react.

It's my fault.

Vincent, it's not your fault that she killed herself.

You know it is.

What do I tell the girls?

I'll sleep in the office.

I'll tell them tomorrow morning.

Did you call Patricia's parents?

Vincent, come on...

I can't tell them.

Look. You better stay here,

call your dad and Patricia's parents and I'll call Mathieu.

Sorry I'm late.

No worries. Roland will do the deliveries.

OK, no problem.

Come here.

How are you?

They all think it's my fault.

- No, they don't. - Yeah, right.

- What the hell happened? - I don't know.

Will all of you stop asking me that!

How would I know?

I want to die too.

Don't say that, Vincent.

Think about your daughters.

How could she leave them?

She was depressed, that's all. None of us knew.

When's the funeral?

They've opened an inquiry.

No telling when I'll get the body back.

- I don't dare to call. - You don't dare to call?

She's your wife.

I'll do it if you want.

Mr. Keurlire.

- What can I do for you? - Hello.

Have a seat.

I'll take care of my sister-in-law's funeral.

My brother's in no state to do it.

We'd like to retrieve the body.

See, we have a bit of a situation here.

You know her well?

We're neighbors. We see each other often.

We're family.

Did she seem depressed to you?

No, although they do work a lot.

They started a business 7 years ago.

They didn't mind working long hours.

Did they get along?

Absolutely.

What are you looking for?

Do you know what he did?

- With the body? - Yes.

He was at home when she killed herself.

The man lost his mind.

We'll see what the judge has to say.

- The judge? - Yes.

There might be an autopsy.

I thought you just needed to examine it.

We need the weapon to see

if it's consistent with a suicide...

I don't get it.

There's nothing to get. It's procedure.

I'll get back to you.

Write down your number. Thank you.

- Hi, Valérie. - Hi, Mathieu.

OK, I'll get you those...

Elsa? Your husband's here.

- Well? - There'll be an autopsy.

- For a suicide? - Yes.

There's no date for the funeral.

It's always like that.

- Really? - How's Vincent doing?

- Not good. - No wonder.

You're not OK either.

Take a few days off. I'll manage.

Where are Vincent's girls?

At my mother-in-law's. Everything's a mess. I gotta go.

Thank you.