Gracie, who came last night?
Easter Bunny.
Did you see
if there was anything on the table for you?
It's a fishing pole.
Why don't you come here and show me?
Look.
It's a fishing pole, a princess one.
Santa or Easter Bunny thought
I would like a princess fishing pole.
- Yeah. - I like it.
Oh, good.
Let's say thank you, Easter Bunny.
Mom,
these are the same things
that we had from the Easter Bunny last,
from the Easter Bunny hunt.
- Oh, yesterday? - Yes.
These are the same ones. Wow.
Let's see what they are.
Whoa, a dollar.
Easter Bunny gave me a dollar.
Oh, that must be
your big special present in the eggs.
It clacked right open.
Let's see what's in the other egg.
More of 'em.
Ooh.
Mommy, there's another one and another one.
Peel here. Don't lose 'em.
I'm throwing all the eggs away.
I'm gonna throw all the eggs away, right Mom?
No, we're gonna keep those eggs.
We can keep them.
Put these in the basket?
What basket?
Did you look on the table?
What basket?
Dr. Markus Elliot Tulay?
Who is this?
I am Inspector John Torres
from the Provincial Police.
I'd like to ask you a few questions.
Will you be home today?
Hello?
Nice house.
I like the high ceilings.
I'm having a snack, if you don't mind.
Please do.
Banana?
Nah.
No thanks, I'm trying to lose weight.
Really?
How's that working out for you?
Dr. Tulay, four unsolved murder cases
have resurfaced this last month.
I am now in charge of this new investigation.
Is that right?
Who died?
Lenny Andrew, Ronny Chang,
Stevie Sentiment
and Teresa Tulay.
As a person of interest,
we believe you could help us clarify some facts.
I went through a long and unbearable trial
as supposedly the number one suspect and despite the fact
that I've been cleared of all first-degree murder charges,
you're standing here in my kitchen
reviving this painful memory.
Read my lips, Inspector.
I did not kill my wife, nor anybody else
and this was clearly established in a court of law.
So the question is this.
What the hell do you want?
You're not a suspect, but I have to do my job.
Fair enough.
We got into a fight a few months before her passing.
So I rented a small apartment
by myself until things cooled off.
We moved back together almost a year after Gracie's death.
Gracie?
My niece.
I was driving her back
to my sister's place for Easter Monday.
There was a snowstorm.
I lost control of the car.
We crashed.
Gracie didn't make it.
I now have a profound hatred towards Easter
and everything else associated with it.
Are you a religious man, Professor?
Absolutely, a proud Catholic.
Even though I haven't gone to Confession in awhile.
Tell me about Stevie Sentiment.
He was the lead singer of a rock band and my wife's lover.
And a close friend, I believe.
Once upon a time, yes.
Quite close.
We were always together.
People thought we were cousins.
Then one day, I realized he used me all this time
to get in bed with my wife.
You know, Inspector, I didn't pull the trigger
but to be honest, he got what he deserved.
Two years after Lenny Andrew and Ronny Chang were shot
to death, we found evidence that you knew both of them.
No, no, that's not true.
I did meet Lenny a few times but never Chang.
Most of what I know about them comes from the media.
I read somewhere that Chang
was a member of a drug cartel from Asia.
And Lenny?
Lenny moved from New York City
to Montreal to work for a female drug lord named Cobra.
He opened a flower shop
and used it as a cover for a cocaine business.
But again, this was public knowledge.
You said you met Lenny a few times.
I used to buy flowers from him.
We would exchange a few words but that's it.
I am a very romantic guy, Inspector.
Women love flowers.
You should know that.
I had a new girlfriend at the time and she was no exception.
You want to know if I'm single?
I don't want to hurt your feelings,
Inspector but you're not my type.
Sir,
please
Relax, I'm kidding.
Cindy moved back to Hong Kong.
Her family did not approve her relationship with me,
so she called it quits.
What was her name again?
Cindy.
Cindy what?
Cindy Chang.
No relation with Ronny Chang?
There are millions of Changs in Asia.
Coincidence.
Are you telling me that Cindy and Ronny were not cousins?
No sir, they were not cousins.
And Ronny is not the one who introduced you to her?
No, I met her in a bar.
Dr Tulay,
are you 100% sure with what you're claiming?
Inspector, I think we're done here.
Heads or tails?
What?
Heads, I leave.
Tails, I stay.
Heads.
Your spin.
Fuckin' queen.
I never liked her.
Good day, Inspector.
Come back anytime.
I will see you soon, Dr. Tulay.
Yeah?
Rasta, I need you to keep an eye on someone.
His name is Torres, Inspector John Torres.
Follow him.
I want to know everything about this guy.
Yeah?
Torres is deep into your case.
He's all over the city
searching for clues to incriminate you.
He already knows a lot and he's watching you.
I see.
There's something else.
What is it?
He's a war vet,
a former member of the Infantry Special Units.
He took part in Operation Medak Pocket
during the Yugoslav Wars of 1993.
This guy is highly trained
in the art of deception and guerilla warfare.
If I were you, I'd be very discrete.
You still there?
Get close to him.
How close?
As close as you can.
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
It has been many years since my last confession.
Can you be more specific, my son?
How many years are we talking about?
It has been so long, Father, it's hard for me to tell.
At least 20 years.
What sins have you committed?
I don't know where to start.
I've committed so many sins for so long.
I have all the time in the world for you, my son.
If you really want to repent,
you will tell me everything,
regardless of how long it will take.
I guess you're right, Father.
Let's start from the beginning.
Have you ever cursed or used the Lord's name in vain?
Yes Father, I have.
Countless of times.
Go on, my son.
I have used the name of the Lord's Son
very inappropriately more times than I can remember.
Mostly during the time where
I was mixed up in illegal activities.
There you go.
A two-for-one sin confession.
Keep going.
Let's just say my life took a very sharp turn
after my wife's death.
Working as a bouncer in a nightclub wasn't exactly
the professional track I had pictured for myself.
My teaching career was over
and I had to find a quick way to pay my bills.
My wish was swiftly granted when a woman
who attended the joint made a very surreal job proposition.
Please tell me you're not home.
Your appointment is in 15 minutes.
It's an important deal, go.
I pay you to make sure transactions are on time.
Lenny moved from New York City
to Montreal to work for a female drug lord named Cobra.
He opened a flower shop
and used it as a cover for a cocaine business.
Everybody down!
You, on the floor.
You, on the counter, move it.
Are you Lenny? Yes.
I'm here on Cobra's behalf.
You've heard that name before?
Yes.
Good, now for the next few minutes,
you'll address me as Jesus, got it?
Got it.
It's "Yes, Jesus."
Yes, Jesus.
Amen.
Now Jesus is not a very patient man today
and Jesus wants you to put into a bag Cobra's delivery.
You got that?
Where's the rest?
That's all I have.
Lenny, don't fuck with me.
Cobra's expecting five bags, not four.
Look, Chang came right before you did.
He took a bag, he said one of them was his.
I had no choice.
Come on, man.
You believe in God?
Of course.
Proverbs 20:22, "Say not thou, I will recompense evil,
but wait on the Lord and He shall save thee."
Got it, got it. Yes!
Move it, move it, move it.
We want that data in there.
Yes, we got it.
We got it.
Yeah!
- Ah man, okay. - Woo.
This is the last one, I guess.
Last one, last one.
Take him down, take him down.
Whoa, hey, hey, Jesus, fuck!
Thank you for shooting me in the back.
You walked right in front of me.
Shut up, you're shooting your gun like a woman.
Yeah, okay.
Don't say that to the women in the Israel Defense Forces.
What?
Israel has the most highly-trained
military women in the world.
They have an infantry combat battalion
composed of 70% females.
They could kick your skinny ass in a second.
Screw that.
Women should stay home, cook and make babies, that's it.
Are you for real?
Listen, life is short.
We're on this planet to have a good time.
Women provide us a good time.
And you know what?
Maybe you should forget your wife
and start seeing other chicas.
I can't do that to my wife.
It's for your own good, man.
- Talk to me. - Torres has a double life.
The sort of lifestyle that you
wouldn't suspect from a man in his position.
A double life?
Police Inspector by day and a
transvestite by night.
What did you say?
He also has a profile on a dating website.
Rasta, I want you to get him interested in you.
Use your charm, be his friend.
A good friend,
an even closer friend.
You talked about your wife earlier.
Have you always been good to your spouse?
No Father,
I haven't.
I betrayed my wife.
I was unfaithful.
It happened during a time of emotional turmoil
not too long after my niece's death.
It started with impure thoughts
and desire for another woman,
a former student of mine at the university.
Those thoughts got carried away
and quickly turned into a twisted form of immorality.
I did go too far and I only have myself to blame.
Mommy, there's more candy inside here and it's, look.
Chocolate duck.
Easter Bunny.
Oh, you got another Easter Bunny?
There's a lot of chocolate in this house.
Yeah, there's more candy, look.
Yeah.
We're gonna keep this.
Can you look up and say "Happy Easter?"
Happy Easter.
Nightmares again?
Yeah.
Honey, are you okay?
I'm fine.
Maybe it's time you do something about it.
Don't you think?
Like what, stay awake all night?
No, of course not.
I thought so.
I have an idea.
Tell me.
Maybe you should
pull your shit together
and get yourself a fuckin' life.
I'm sick to my stomach
to be married with a man with no balls.
You lack ambition and quite frankly,
I can't take it anymore.
Every morning, I wake up next to a man
who looks like a zombie as he gets ready for work.
You need a vision.
Teaching in college is not ambitious enough for you?
Nobody gives a rat's ass about your Bridge Engineering,
Physics of Bridges, whatever you call it, class.
It's called Applied Structural Vibrations Theories.
Who cares?
Teaching part-time inside empty classrooms
won't get us out of this dump.
My classrooms are not empty.
Your students hate your lectures.
They don't even show up anymore, you told me yourself.
You're never home.
For what?
Nothing.
You've been acting like a total bitch
with me the last few weeks, why?
I just need a real man.
Someone with pride.
Someone who can fuck my brains out once in awhile.
I don't think sex is the issue here.
You don't think so?
Think again, Dr. Tulay.
Oh, and give me a favor.
Quit wearing that same stupid suit to go to work.
It's embarrassing.
It's my lucky suit.
Luck?
What luck?
You got the pictures I sent you?
Yes.
So, what's next?
I want him out of commission.
Finish him.
As you wish.
What are you gonna do?
It's time for me to go to church,
sit down inside a Confession booth
and have a one-on-one with God.
Did you ever tell your wife
about what happened with this woman?
No way, Father.
I did betray her but most of all, I betrayed myself.
I'm not proud of what I did and I'm still embarrassed.
Were you unfaithful on more than one occasion?
No.
However, I must confess that thoughts
of hatred and revenge started to build up
deep within my soul because of what happened after.
If those thoughts are considered sins,
then I confess them as well.
Nobody gives a rat's ass
about your Bridge Engineering,
Physics of Bridges, whatever you call it, class.
It's called Applied
Structural Vibrations Theories.
Who cares?
Your students hate your lectures.
They don't even show up anymore, you told me yourself.
Is this your idea of studying civil engineering?
Dude,
my phone.
If you don't like it here, just leave.
Hi.
Come in.
Oh yeah.
I don't want to do this anymore.
I just can't do it.
I think we should stop seeing each other.
You'll change your mind, you always do.
This time I'm serious.
Stevie,
I'm married and I want my husband back.
Your husband's a loser.
Go on, my son.
I've said enough already.
Go on.
What's the use, Father?
Your heart is still heavy.
I can sense it.
But you must complete your confession
if you want total absolution.
Total absolution?
Jesus Christ, I don't know what I'm doing here.
I'm sorry, Father.
I just don't believe I can go back
in time and change everything I'd like to change.
On top of it, there's a Police Inspector
who has been questioning me.
You won't believe this but he's also a transvestite.
Now here's a guy who really needs to confess.
You have to admit, that's pretty fucked up.
During the day, this son of a bitch is rubbing
his nose into my business
and at night, mister
or I should say missus
polishes his gorgeous nails
while wearing a lovely wig.
Oh man.
Absolution, huh?
Good luck with that, Father.
My son,
a bad confession hinders and frustrates
the instrumental action of the Sacrament of Penance.
I do not desire to frighten you away from the table
of the Lord but I must press you to come to the feast.
Our Lord will dwell in you.
He will support you.
He will sustain you in your conflicts with the Devil.
But you must help me help you.
I became a violent man.
I disrespected others through fighting and injuring 'em.
Injuring?
Yes Father,
injuring 'em.
911, what's your emergency?
Shots fired, suspect down.
315 to 1013, male suspect in their 30s.
My son,
I must now ask you a very important question
and you must give me the utmost honest answer.
My child,
did you break the 5th Commandment,
"Thou shalt not kill?"
Your sins are terrible.
Your suffering is justified
but you must now believe that your life can be redeemed.
May God grant you pardon and peace.
I now absolve you of your sins.
In the name of the Father
and of the Son
and of the Holy Spirit,
amen.
Go in peace, my son.
Go.
It's time for me to go to church,
sit down inside a Confession booth
and have a one-one-one with God.
Checkmate.