Provided by Fxy
(loud spraying)
Moving towards the north-west sector.
Unit 3 on the move.
Heading towards the south-west sector.
I repeat! Do not exceed the ratio.
Another win for Biotech M.
(ambient conversations)
Hey, André!
(rap music)
You're listening to 95.8, the number one station
in the city and I'm Patrick Nault.
Let's get real here, alright?
We live, in a left-wing dictatorship run by goddam green
fascists, who want us to be content drowning in our white
shit. How about clearing the snow from our streets
assholes? And if you don't drive, do us a favour
and stay home.
Anyway... traffic's gonna be a mess all day today.
Speaking of winter, you know those pretentious assholes
on Peacock Island who turn their noses up at us?
Well, the peacocks on Peacock Island don't like winter.
You wanna know why?
They can't play golf in the winter.
So these entitled Islanders, have more money than God
and don't know what to do with it.
And they're such massive, entitled snobs!
Hey!!! Don't text and ride, kid!
What?
Don't text while you're riding!
I'm not texting, I'm watching a video!
It's red!
(rap music)
Little shit.
Yeah sure, winter's here, but not for the rich who just wanna
golf all year round.
That bunch of snobs don't give a damn about anything.
Not even nature.
Listen, I've got nothing against the rich, the really rich,
mind you, but these pretenders spewing their liberal views
piss me right off...
Know what I'm saying? They drive me crazy.
You can bitch and complain to me all you want,
but the world is going to hell, and I've had it.
Do you want some salt on your giraffe?
No? It's okay like that?
Ah! Like that?
Hello, André!
« Hello, Camilla, how are you Camilla,
did you have a nice day Camilla?
How's Annie? Is she still teething?
Hope it's not too painful?
Hello André.
No, your mother is not home yet.
Annie, say hi to your brother.
Huh?
Hi, Pat, you done, I'll pick you up?
Dad! I told you, I'm busy after...
After what?
After work, silly!
Ah, okay. So we're not eating together?
Dad... go out, see other people, do something fun.
No, it's okay, I've got something "after" too.
Yeah, I know what that something is,
and it's kinda weird.
And what about you? What are you doing after?
You don't want to know! Bye, love you.
- (hangs up) - Bye.
(video game music and gunfire)
- André? - Yeah?
Your mom is really late. I've got to go.
You look after Annie.
Huh? What? No no no no no!
André. My family needs me too, they're waiting.
Come on, Camilla, please...
What are you so afraid of? She's not going to eat you!
And she's sleeping now. I put a bottle in the fridge in case
she wakes up. Okay?
I'll see you, tomorrow.
This is a scary video!
But don't worry, there are no victims here.
One of the many laws of the jungle is the need to eat,
but if the prey is impossible to reach,
the animal soon gives up to conserve energy.
Big cats vary between being ferocious and in a vegetative
state until the next chance they get to bite
into fresh meat.
Come on...
Ah... (sighs)
This should do it.
(bang)
(baby crying)
Shhh! Stop it!
(crying)
You want a bottle?
(crying)
Do you want my cell phone? Huh?
Take it!
(crying)
Rouaaarg! Annie, go to sleep
or the big teddy's gonna eat you!
(crying)
Why should we be prepared?
Power outages, economic crises, insufficient water supply,
contamination, natural disasters, epidemics.
They're all legitimate reasons to be prepared for anything.
I'm often asked why I'm getting ready,
and what scares me. Well, I'm afraid of just one thing...
Oh boy, Dad...
What? What is it?
(scary music)
You can at least tell me his name.
Mohammed Aktir. He's an Imam at a mosque.
Come on.
Okay, his name's Serge Tremblay, a lumberjack
who likes to crochet flowered vests.
Get serious...
Who cares what his name is, what's important is...
he's nice to me.
You can come back when you've got your papers, okay?
This is ridiculous! What are you doing?
Are you, uhhh... are you intimate?
Yuck, come on, Dad! Seriously?
- What? I can ask! - Uh, no, you can't ask, no!
(police): Get back on the bus and let us do our job.
(Camilla): You're so pig-headed, this is ridiculous!
Dad? (snap)
What're you doing?
Updating your contact photo.
Ah...
(screaming)
Let's go get your papers. I'm not going to let you down.
I said get up!
- Hmm... - Come on!
Camilla is late and I've got to go.
- Mom? This is crazy. - What is?
You work too much.
I've got to pay for the house, school, the car,
- sailing lessons. - I hate sailing.
It's important to socialize.
I hate socializing.
I do too, but got no choice.
Bye
- Ah... Bye - Bye-bye, Annie.
Golfing in the winter...
the rich don't give a shit about the laws of nature...
Look out!
(machine): Josée Boisbriand, leave a message.
Yeah, uh, mom, Camilla still isn't here yet!
I don't know what to do?
Call me!
Oh boy...
Wanna have lunch together?
Bye Dad.
- I'll pick you up after work! - See ya.
(scary music)
♪ ♪ ♪
Here we are...
Oh, thank you... Oh yes, my love, we're here.
Maud! Marcel! How are you?
Our genius!
(barks)
Don't mind her! Come on! Ruby!
Quite the guard dog. You must feel very safe with her around.
You're going to surprise us, I hope!
The course is ready!
Your members will get their money's worth.
If they played two rounds a day, every day of the year,
they still wouldn't get their money's worth!
Golf is, it's not a sport or a game,
it's a social status.
Oh, come on now, Ruby!
Let's go...
Ah, good girl, ah, that's my precious...
Meanwhile, our city is overrun with the poor and immigrants who
we have to support because we're good, kind people.
We're doormats. We let them in like it's some fricken hotel
AND we pay for their room.
That's just... it's just common sense!
We're living beyond our means, can't you see that?
Hey guys, real life is no walk in the park...
okay, time to wake up.
You're listening to 95.8 the city's number one station
with Patrick Nault.
Annie! You almost broke the TV!
(sniff)
Aw shit...
Undo the diaper... like this.
Try folding it up to keep everything in.
We don't want anything dropping out.
There may be a variety of colors, that's normal.
Yellow, green, brown.
You may notice a smell, don't worry.
Quickly put on the clean diaper.
Use the piece of tape and seal it closed.
Or you might be in for a nasty surprise.
(ring ring)
- Give me a seven iron. - He said he wants a seven iron!
Okay...
chill out.
Hey! Leave me a message! (beep)
Hurry up, okay honey! Ruby's waiting
for us in the clubhouse and she must be so bored.
Golf is so slow, isn't it?
(suspenseful music)
♪ ♪ ♪
Yes, ha ha ha! You're starting to give me
a hard on, you dirty girl! (laughs)
Uh-huh. (laughs)
Uh-huh.
It'll be worth the wait...
I'll be there in five minutes.
(laughs)
Okay... bye bye!
[sniff] Ha...
Did you know that red pepper is less bitter and easier
to digest than green pepper?
We have several nutritionists at your disposal to help you
with selecting the foods that are best for you.
Avoid shopping on an empty stomach.
Try our warm, comforting meals prepared especially for you
in our store.
(ominous music)
(blurred words)
(ominous music)
Visit our butcher section and try our exceptionally
fresh meat.
(ominous music)
(door closes)
Amanda?
Sweetie? I'm home!
I'm in the bath!
Hold on, I'm coming!
Huh? What the?
Jaaaacques?
Yeah, I'm coming!
(growling)
Jaaaacques?
(growling)
(laughs)
(screams)
The next step...
is to change the whole damn climate here.
We're working on it.
Thanks.
Next time... she's going to get such a big tip,
she'll see which side her bread's buttered on.
Where is everybody?
(loud breathing)
Get outta here! They're sick!
(growling)
(barking)
Ruby! Ruby! Come see mama!
Oh who's a good girl... come here! Ah!!!!
(screams and growling)
Oh shit!
(growling)
Ow fuckin' dog, get this piece of shit off me!
(growling)
Arrrghh! Mother fucking dog, get off of me!
Stay right fucking there you piece of fucking shit.
Jesus H. Christ!
(growling)
They want to unionize or what?
(growling)
(baby crying)
Nice one, mom... seriously...
Give me a break. I'm here, okay!
I can't cancel house viewings just like that!
Does it bug you that much to miss school?
Not at all...
Then, what's the problem?
- She's crying. - I know!
I can hear her.
(crying)
- Are you the one that called? - Yes...
They're always noisy, but this time... it sounds like they're
going at it tooth and nail!
Yeah... go back inside. I'll deal with it!
Thank you.
(ding dong)
Hello?
(knock knock)
(growling)
You okay? (growling)
Whoa...
Whoa... whoa... whoa!!! (growling)
What the hell?
(growling)
Badge 122 to dispatch!
Hello?
(growling)
(dialling)
(ring ring)
Hey, leave me a message. (beep)
Pat? It's me. (growling)
Something weird's going on!
I've got a bad feeling, I'm gonna go get the truck
and pick you up, okay?
Call me as soon as you can!
There are people on the street who seem... pretty bad!
(growling)
Sweet pea, stop putting everything in your mouth!
It's normal, she's teething.
Oh look who's an expert paediatrician!
Among other things...
Honey?
Can you prep a bottle for your sister, please!
Aw mom, come on, I've taken care of her enough today.
Make the bottle yourself!
Oh you better change that tone mister, and just do as I ask.
[pants]
No, use bottled water. How many times do I have to tell you?
Babies are pretty tough, you know.
They don't need to exercise every day to be
healthy... unlike you, ma.
I'm eliminating toxins.
Yeah but, it's a drag 'cause I read that stress increases
your level of toxins.
Maybe you should be relaxing instead
of exercising and taking anti-depressants, right?
He thinks he's so smart with his Smartphone.
Huh? (effort)
(sighs)
(effort)
Ah...
- Coke: one and kale juice: zero.
(distant growling)
(opens can)
(growling)
Um... mom, did you overdose on kale?
(growling)
Hey... mom... eat something, you're hypoglycaemic!
Come on Pat... pick up! Pick up!
I'll give you Clonazepam, Okay?
Serax? Rivortril? Valium? Ativan? Xanax?
A big steak? Aaarrg! (growling)
(bang)
Hey, leave me a message. (beep)
Oh shit! (growling)
That's my mother!
Don't touch her!
Mom? (growling)
What's wrong with her?
I dunno, but she's not the only one.
Well, call an ambulance.
9-1-1 just hangs up in my face.
Go home, lock your doors and stay hidden.
(growling)
Are they zombies?
Never seen a zombie with green eyes.
- You've seen a zombie before? - Yeah, sure!
Really?
On TV.
Um... boss, we can't enter the island.
10 - 4. What's the situation over there?
It's a little hard to explain.
(growling)
You have reached 9-1-1, this is a recorded message.
Peacock Island is under quarantine. Stay at home,
lock all doors and windows and avoid all outside contact.
(baby screaming)
(growling)
Mom, stop!
(growling)
Mom, calm down, okay?
(growling)
(baby screaming)
No Annie, stop crying, shhh!
Time to go night-night.
Shhhh!!!
(baby screaming) (growling)
(drip of the water echoes)
(growling)
(baby screaming)
(growling)
(baby screaming)
Dad... what's happening? They're everywhere.
I'm coming Pat, just keep hiding!
- (sniff sniff) - I'm scared!
I know, Pat, it's okay, don't worry. I'm on my way.
Where are you?
- I'm in the cart garage. - It's okay, I'm almost there.
(growling)
(suspenseful music)
(growling)
Pat! Get outta my way, Lady!
(growling)
(meow)
What were you doing outside?
(growling)
(meow)
Shhh!!!
(sirens and helicopters)
(screams)
(bombings)
My God!
(sinister music)
♪ ♪ ♪
We had to do something to isolate the problem.
That's done. Full quarantine is now in place.
Let me assure all of you, the situation is under control.
(beep)
(baby fussing)
It's gonna be okay, Annie.(little laugh)
Ya hungry?
Annie!
Here!
You don't want your bottle?
(drip of the water echoes)
(light growling)
Ga!
(growling)
Hey! Hey, hey mom! Mom!
Here... Mom, come here!
(growling)
- Annie! Stay there! - Ga!
(growling)
Annie, I said, stay in the bathroom!
(growling)
(light growls)
Meow!!!
(growling)
(meows)
(house alarms going off)
(growling)
Did you have to bring all of them with you?
This is a fucking nightmare!
You?
You ran over my mother.
And you're the one watching videos on your bike.
Whatever...
I need to make up a bottle.
Well, there's a lot of food here!
Where's the formula?
I wouldn't know, look around...
Must be here somewhere.
- How long have you been here? - Since yesterday.
So, what's the plan?
What plan?
Well, we can't just stay here!
We can't cross the river, all the boats have been
put in storage.
You could always swim, but it's a bit cold.
Yeah, well I need to get some food for my sister.
Annie!
What are you doing?
(growling)
It's okay, Pat!
Calm down.
It's Patricia...
She's my daughter.
Your daughter? She's infected.
She'll get better.
(growling)
(soft, sad music)
(eerie music)
M prefers to keep their business practices confidential.
Discretion is a corporate necessity,
standard operating procedure.
Experts are on their way to repair the damage,
it is crucial that everyone follows and respects
the protocol, to ensure the continuation
of our activities.
Do what you have to do, just get me out of here!
We've implemented our own emergency protocol.
(barks)
(glass breaks)
The "protocol" is simple; I just gave it to you!
Stand down! Operation Clean-up is underway.
Come on!
Come on!!
Come on! Come on! Let's go! Come on!
Okay, come on! Come on!
There won't always be gas...
But, it helps.
You can't always rely on modern comforts.
(radio host): Let's be serious for a minute, okay?
We know that it's some kinda virus, and we know it's viral.
What we don't know is how it's transmitted!
Is it in the air? In the water?
Up in the clouds?
Did they all eat tainted caviar, for God's sake!
I'm telling you, there's something fishy going on!
Anyway, let's take some calls. Patrick Nault is listening.
Yes, hello, I just wanted to say, I think
it's another attack by those goddamn eco-terrorists.
- What a moron! - They love setting up
roadblocks on bridges, well now, they're blowing them up!
Okay, lose him. Daniel Beauregard.
Yeah uh, well thanks for the call, there.
We have Daniel Beauregard, the Minister of Public Security
on the line.
Mister Beauregard, who is responsible, here?
We're not there yet. We'll launch an inquiry.
We need to find the cause of all this before we start
disrupting the status quo.
The status quo is a death sentence, Minister Beauregard.
If you would please just answer the question honestly.
This is not the time for double-talk.
I'm just saying that we want to find the cause before...
What are the chances of survival for those infected?
I think it's better to talk about the catastrophe
we just averted. We've got to look at the positive side.
Ha ha! The positive?
If we know nothing, we do nothing. That's
our policy, it's why the people voted us into office.
- Thank you. - That was Daniel Beauregard,
Minister of Public Security, another incompetent fool.
You don't need a diploma to figure this one out.
When an arm has gangrene, you cut it off. And now,
a message from our sponsors,
we'll take more calls after that.
What's wrong?
This radio broadcast is brought to you by M,
the constellation caring for your needs.
Hey!
M...
Just a brain freeze.
helps Mother Nature adapt to your needs.
Say goodbye to weeds and fungi and to those pesky insects...
Is it true what that guy said?
They're ready to sacrifice us to protect themselves?
They're scared.
They're afraid of us!
But you and I aren't even infected!
This is Patrick Nault, go ahead.
Um, hi Patrick! I listen to you every day.
You have good taste, sir!
I'm calling from the island.
I saw it all.
But I'm not infected. I'm here with three kids, and I'm sure
there are others who aren't infected, who want to leave.
- We need your help to... - Um... what's your name?
Dan... Dan Gingras.
Listen to me, Dan, okay.
I... I want to help, but you've gotta help me help you.
You, say you're not infected, but how can you be sure?
Look, Patrick, I know I'm not infected, Christ,
my daughter's in a fridge and she's green!
I'm sorry about your daughter, Dan.
How many of you survivors are there?
There are three of us here, but I'm sure there are others
hiding. And... uh we really need help!
Dan, listen to me, Dan. It's important.
Do you know what exactly is happening on that island?
Because I don't, and that makes me very nervous.
Know what I'm saying?
Nobody's listening to us!
When we call 9-1-1, they hang up for fuck's sake!
Dan, ya gotta understand, we don't want your germs.
We've got to be damn sure of what's going on over there
before we send in the army?
We're the victims here, we're not the bad guys!
That's not what you just said.
You told me your daughter was green, Dan...
What the hell are we gonna do with her... Dan?
(suspenseful music)
We can't just stay here. We've gotta do something.
- They'll... - They'll what?
They'll treat us as if we're infected too.
Come on, Annie! Try it.
Mom liked this too.
Annie.
Here.
Look at you! You're eating, sweet pea!
Patricia also liked yogurt.
Thanks...
Well, now what do we do?
We'll take care of ourselves.
Me and Pat, we'll hide in the woods.
I've been preparing for this for a while.
You can join us, if you want.
No...
We've gotta find what's causing this.
You want Pat to be cured, right?
We've gotta find a vaccine...
To make a vaccine, you've gotta find the cause!
Guess so.
It's the water!
Huh?
The only thing that'll infect everyone at the same time!
It's true, I never drink water.
What if it was poisoned by terrorists?
Easy to get into the water plant, there's no security.
Huh, terrorists? On our island?
Well... it makes sense.
[laughs]
What's so funny?
I don't know... terrorists.
Well, it's not funny!
Even Annie thinks it's funny!
Well, it's not.
(ominous music)
♪ ♪ ♪
(light growling)
(growling)
Shhhh quiet! (growling)
Calm down! Shhhhhh!!!!
(growling)
Why didn't you kill her?
Because she's someone's daughter.
How old is this crate anyway?
There's no power socket!
To do what?
I dunno, I could charge my cell!
Here, take mine.
Who did you want to call? Do you have family around here?
No... no ones left.
Sorry...
(gun shot) (growling)
(gun shot)
(gun shots) (growling)
(gun shots)
We're back with another caller. Camilla Sanchez, go ahead.
Do you realize what you're doing?
What is it I'm doing?
You're calling for murder!
Um, ha ha... no, excuse me, but I am not calling for murder.
Just listen to me: at this moment in time,
there're a couple thousand people who are infected
on an island. Okay?
It's serious, it's sad, it's distressing.
But we can still limit the damage.
That's where I'm working, Sir. There are nice people there.
Before we condemn them all, why not save the ones
who aren't ill?
Madam, I find that very noble, a great idea,
it's very generous, full of good intentions.
But if this thing continues to spread,
then millions of people will be in danger,
hundreds of millions, maybe the entire population
of the planet. Is that really what you want?
A few thousand people or everyone else in the world?
Would you actually choose that couple of thousand
on Peacock Island, come on. By the way, listening to you,
I'm detecting a slight accent, you're not a Quebecer, are you?
You sound like you're Latin-American?
I am a Quebecer.
Yeah, yeah, I know, Quebecer but originally Latino...
Didn't your ancestors perform sacrifices?
I'm sure they did!
- Pardon? - Human sacrifices?
Like the Mayans, they sacrificed humans
to feed their god. And the Aztecs offered
a human heart to their god Tezcatlipoca to ward
off cataclysms. [huffs]
I mean, the Incas sacrificed their children
when the emperor was sick. Children under eight,
I'll have you know!
So, don't come here and lecture us on morals. Okay?
Let's hear some music now why don't we.
Hey! I am a Quebecer!
She's gone!
Cretino!
Wow! That was awesome! You're great! I love you!
You're the best! You're the best!
That's what I call radio, my dear!
(ominous music)
I guess you're the "protocol" that they sent.
I've burned all the documents, the contracts.
You should get rid of the rest of the fertilizer
and change the grass back.
Do you have the... uh...
This, will kill the molecule within twenty-four hours.
Everywhere. In the water, the grass, in...
Ah! Ah!
Grass...
Beautiful, green grass...
Who the...
No!
(muffled screams)
(bam)
(menacing music)
♪ ♪ ♪
We can't take the little one, if she cries, we won't be safe!
What about her?
(growling)
We can't leave her with the baby.
Patricia! Come back!
Pat!
Come here, Pat!
Patricia!
Ah man...
it smells worse than a dirty diaper!
Shit!
They sure love their water!
Son of a bitch!
Uh... I'll just wait here, okay?
Pat... Pat!
(growling)
(sniffing)
(light growling)
They don't bite each other!
(growling)
Ah shit!
- Run! - I'm running!
- Go on! Run! - Don't worry, I am!
(growling)
Come on.
That's enough! Come on!
Hey! Come here!
Come on, Pat, I'm fed up...
I've had it with this shit!
Fucking shit!
(suspenseful music)
(growling)
(sniffing)
What the...
It just broke off...
...like a dead branch!
(beep)
Stay here.
Do you know your daughter's password?
Dan?
What's wrong?
Yes! Ha ha! It worked!
What the fuck are you doing?
Weird, there's grass growing...
Grass?
Grass in the winter!
Okay, so what does that mean?
It's not terrorists! It's the golfers!
- Okay, let's go. - Yeah, yeah, I'm coming.
- Hurry up, let's go! - Yeah, yeah...
Hello?!
Open up! We're not infected!
Except one!
Hey, they'll understand.
Watch her. I'll be right back.
(growling)
Over here!
I looked up grass that gives off smoke on the net
but I didn't find anything.
Put the damn phone away!
This is where it's happening!
It's just 'til we find a cure, Pat.
You're too fragile.
Annie, I'll be right back.
I need to help Dan.
What are we looking for?
Something... I don't know, something that makes grass grow
in the winter, melts snow and gives off smoke.
- Ah shit! - What's wrong?
I left my flashlight at the water plant.
What did I tell you?
(light growling)
What the heck is that?
- It's still breathing. - It's a dog.
Looks like it turned into grass.
We've got no time to lose.
Pat's not gonna end up like that!
(baby crying)
Keep her quiet, I'll keep going.
Yeah...
- André! - Yeah?
Where's the button for the light?
Oh...
Thanks.
Ah Dan? The arm...
Here.
André?
- Yeah? - Be careful.
You too.
Annie?
Aw fuck!
Annie?
Bastards!!
(beeping) Nooooo!
(suspenseful music)
♪ ♪ ♪
(efforts)
Annie? Annie? Where are you?
(efforts)
(beeping)
(efforts)
(beeping stopped)
(menacing music)
Annie?
Annie? Where are you?
Annie?
(growling)
Here...
Eat.
Candy.
So good...
(menacing music)
ANNIE?
Ah! Sweet Pea!!!!
I was so worried.
Never do that again, okay?
Who are you?
(menacing music)
If you touch my sister I'll...
I swear, I'll...
I hate babies!
(bite)
(baby squeals)
(growling)
(screams)
(classical music)
(growling)
(sniffing)
(growling)
(sniffing)
(dialling)
(ring ring)
(menacing music)
(gun shots)
(ring ring)
Uh... hello, my name is André Boisbriand.
I'm on Peacock Island and I'm not infected.
The infected are attracted to water and sunlight...
and water. It seems like they've been genetically modified,
so that grass grows on them.
This is my sister...
she's green. I understand why you've had
to quarantine us, but...
she's gonna look like this pretty soon.
I need some help, please.
The mortality rate for those infected stands at 100 %.
That's way more than the Ebola virus, Minister.
100 %! If you're infected, you're dead!
- 10 000 infected, 10 000 dead! - Yes!
Well I don't think our numbers are the same.
Bullshit! My numbers are bang on and you know that,
Mister Minister of Public Insecurity!
I'm gonna ask you a question, but I'm warning you: it's
- a hell of an important one! - Go ahead, I'm listening.
What are you going to do to protect the population
from an infection that's a 100 % virulent?
- One hundred percent! - What we want to do is...
When a limb has gangrene, the only way, the only way, to save
- the patient is amputation! - Amputation?
You take a saw and you cut off what's rotten.
Are you ready to take out the saw,
Mister Minister? Are you ready to save Quebec?
(helicopter)
Approaching landing pad.
HEY!
(growling)
Help me!! Help me!!!
(gunfire)
(crying)
Easy now, easy. I'm not infected!
It's going to be okay, Pat.
War is war.
We don't live in a fairy-tale land of unicorns and rainbows.
We're being threatened. We're in danger.
The self-righteous assholes put us in danger by welcoming
those who would destroy us.
You want to protect your way of life, your culture,
your world...
It's either us... or them!
HEY!
All right, the Minister says the epidemic has been contained.
- André! - HEY!
Those idiots finally got it through their heads.
André!
Ah... ga...
Sometimes you have to point them in the right direction!
After the traffic report and an update on sports,
we'll hand the mic over to our buddy Richard and
his talk show. We're, uh... gonna head back home
for some well-deserved r and r.
You're listening to 95.8 the city's number one station
with Patrick Nault. Have a good one.
Annie! You are safe, my little angel.
Are you okay? (speaks in Spanish)
People of Quebec, we have just experienced an unprecedented
event in our history and except for the unfortunate
inhabitants of Peacock Island, we got through it unscathed.
We managed to contain the epidemic, stop the breakout
of contamination and eliminate every last trace of infection.
The perfect coordination by the police force,
the army and the private sector, makes us all very proud.
This protocol will be followed from this day forward,
here and around the world.
(coughs) Excuse me.
Quebecers, I just want to let you know we can now celebrate
and sleep easier tonight.
(loud growl)
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