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THE WRECKER'S CHILDREN

Come on! Come on! - Boarders away!

Boarders away!

- Come down, Merlu, you're going to screw us up!

- Come down, Merlu! - Boarders away!

- Come down, Merlu!

- Straight to the Devil's Rock! - Come down, Merlu!

- You're going to capsize us, you baboon!

- Watch out, Captain, we're drifting. The current's dragging us along.

- Straight to the Devil's Rock! Yeah!

- Straight to the Devil's Rock! Yeah!

Serves you right if you broke your arse!

And suffer in silence!

Come on! Come on!

Push! Push!

- The old man! - The dogs!

Help! Don't leave me!

- Hurry up, Pérec!

- Don't leave me to the old man! Don't leave me!

I’ll be so grounded!

- We'll tell your father we're witnesses.

- What are you going to tell him, you banana? That we were screwed by a stream?

You're definitely a girl.

- A scratch isn't important either.

- Shut it or I'll drop you over the side!

- Oh, stop it. We came for my record.

- Go!

- How long has it been, Laurent? - 15 seconds.

- He's on schedule. - It scares the hell out of me.

- Have you seen the Big Blue movie? - No, what is it?

- It's the same thing, except the guy stays underwater ten times longer.

And at the end, he thinks he's a dolphin

And Benoit? How are we going to find him?

Don't worry, all he cares about is Marion.

- How long, Laurent?

- 30 seconds.

Come back up, you moron, you're scaring me.

- Ready …

Fifty seconds.

Fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three, fifty-four,

fifty-five!

- How long? - Fifty-five seconds, record broken.

- Great, Laurent!

- Come on.

- You'll never do that again, promise?

- Captain, I'm lowering the sail.

- You're the champion of Kervolen, indeed.

- That's nothing, I can do just as well.

- Hey, are you crazy? What the hell are you doing?

- Stop it, Bisson, you piss me off.

And the sail was torn, you should have seen it. Completely down.

- And the boat hit the rocks.

- I beat my record.

- With bowls in his shorts, Bisson almost drowned.

- He can do it again if you want.

- In secret, of course.

- Shut up, it's time.

By the breath of the storms …

The reefs of Kervolen …

May the history of buried times resurface in the flames.

Marc-Antoine refused to give up the search.

Despite being exhausted.

The sea was heavy with wickedness, because of a force 7 gale.

He put his raincoat back on.

He pulled his cap down and went out into the cold night.

The German patrols were everywhere.

The fact is that the wreck of the boat, with the head of the Kommandantur,

General von Kramer, on board, had them all worked up.

Not to mention the gold.

The general's gold.

Which everyone's been searching everywhere on the island for ever since.

Even in this house.

- Maybe we're walking on it?

- Some said that Marc-Antoine had found it and hidden it somewhere.

It's true that the wrecker had courage.

Right from the start of the war, remember?

When he defended me from the two Germans who wanted to take me to the Kommandantur.

And loyal too, to his friends in the Resistance.

And a watchful eye when he stood guard from the top of the lighthouse,

and spied on the routes of enemy boats.

Oh yes.

Marc-Antoine was a man.

He was handsome. Strong.

- Why didn’t you marry him, Martha?

- That's because we were more than married.

Marc-Antoine was eleven.

And I was eight.

And our witnesses were all between eight and twelve.

Like you, children.

But child marriages don't exist.

When two children exchange vows under the starry vault,

their first kiss facing the sea,

they swear eternal love.

- What's happening?

- The siren's usually for a fire. - Or a shipwreck.

It's the shuttle! It's the shuttle!

In the same place.

I hope they haven't drowned.

- Your parents are looking for you, kids. You'd better go and find them.

- Good night, Martha. - Good night, Martha.

Here. For the boat.

- Good night, Martha. - Good night.

Here! You didn't steal that one, did you?

So you've been to that crazy old lady's house listening to her nonsense?

- It's not nonsense! - Come on, get home!

- Wait a minute, you bastard!

- What's all this about the boat? - It's nothing, Dad.

- Oh, it's nothing! - I'm going to pay for the sail.

- He's taking the piss!

Do you know where all this bullshit leads?

- Yeah, slaps. - Don't you answer back!

- Mum! You hurt me, I'm sick!

- Are you sick? You’re making fun of me!

- Come on, we'll talk at home.

What d'you mean you don't care? After that, we'll …

- No chance on the reefs in this pea souper.

It's the Devil's own night! - Don't talk like that, you'll bring bad luck.

- I hope they're not dead!

In the same place as 20 years ago, I told you!

- Toinou, go and find a house, quick! Get a rope there!

- I see someone, Mayor.

It's Boris. Come on!

- Over here! - Come on, Boris!

- Come on, come! - Come on.

Give me your hand.

Here. Come on.

- How many were there? - Five, with me.

- And the others? - I don't know, tourists. I didn't know them.

I saw them swimming behind me.

- We'll take care of you.

- I'll go to the inn and get some ropes ready.

- Here, slowly. - Come on, quickly!

- They're not drowned, those idiots.

- Come this way. - That way!

When there are no more shuttles, they'll never be able to make us leave again.

- I couldn't find any rope.

- You little brat, you're doing it wrong! Can't you see that this isn't the right time!

You'll have forgotten all this by tomorrow.

- Maurice! Mayor, come and help me! Maurice!

Maurice, are you okay? - It's the cold.

- We'll take him to Martha's.

Come on, Maurice, hold on to me. Hold tight.

There. That's it.

Take a deep breath!

It'll be fine. You'll be all right.

All right?

- All right, Maurice, it'll pass. It's okay.

- That's it, here we are, here we are.

- Come on! Come on! - Call the doctor.

- What’s the doctor doing?

She must have slipped. It was an accident.

There's nothing more to be done.

In nomine patris et filii et spiritus sancti.

Lord, I’m very sorry I offended you because you are infinitely good,

infinitely lovable, and sin displeases You.

Back, Lucifer.

You won't get me.

Your negro music again? On a day like this?

No respect for the dead, P’tit Louis.

- Get off me!

On a day like this, the sun goes to hide and cry.

But it doesn't care.

The sun doesn't care.

It doesn't care and I spit on it.

- Let us weep gently for Martha, because she has found rest.

She is like those deceased people who are said to have gone to count the stars, and who …

… who will return when they have counted them all.

Your real tomb, dear Martha,

will not be in the earth, but …

… in the hearts of … all those who loved you.

- What's that one doing there?

And all those who loved you,

starting with the children so close to you and …

… and who adore you.

Farewell, dear Martha.

If heaven exists and if its kingdom …

… is open to noble and pure souls,

therei s no doubt that yours …

… has entered directly in.

Go.

- Nice little speech, Degueurse.

A little tearful, maybe?

- I had a deep respect for Martha. Does that surprise you?

- No, but that crazy old woman, may she rest in peace,

really had too much influence on our children.

All those tall tales told to immature young brains.

Do you see what I mean? - No, I don't see.

- Of course.

Anyway, I hope they'll stop doubling and tripling classes now.

By the way, Legueurse, I've registered Merliot and Poloteck for the resit exam.

- But— - There's no but.

Your methods have largely demonstrated their ineffectiveness.

Mademoiselle Guillonnet, your replacement, arrives tomorrow,

to familiarize herself with the island.

- Merliot, Poloteck, come over here.

The pair of you, in a week, with Monsieur Dunoyer.

You resit the year 7 entrance exam.

A second chance.

You can thank him.

- My arse, I'd be surprised if we pass.

- What are you saying, my boy? - We say thank you very much, M Dunoyer.

Where've you been? You're late!

- You almost missed the tide.

Come on!

- OK.

- We swear to fail this fucking exam.

- Yeah, we swear, cross of misery and wooden leg.

- What's Dunoyer thinking?

- He'd have been better drowning himself in his mother's womb, that one.

He wants to send us to boarding school on the mainland.

I'll never go.

- First we have to find the culprit and avenge Martha's death.

- Because it wasn't an accident as the mayor says.

- Yeah, that Mayor's dumb as an oyster.

And then, the new teacher, she can always go change her pants.

- We'll fail our exams if we want to. She won't be the one to force us.

- She’s not even here yet and she's already pissing us off.

We'll give her a quick return ticket to the mainland.

- We should think of a name for her.

- Guys! I know! Let's call her Cholera.

- In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. - Amen!

- They're waiting for me. You promised me.

You can't do this to me.

- Listen, Marion— - No, no, no!

I don't want to welcome Cholera.

- Listen, stop it, Marion, that's enough now.

Come on, come.

I'm sure she's old and ugly.

- All right, that's it, you win. Go on, run along.

- Well, retiree, are we off to await your replacement?

I bet it's not with a light heart.

- Tell me, Degueurse, where are we going to install the new teacher?

- There's always Martha's house.

- A dead woman's house?

- I'm not sure she'd like it? - Who, the dead woman?

- Hasn't she been brave enough making landfall here?

- Making landfall? You do have a way with words.

We're not wrecks, are we?

- Maybe a little shipwrecked, no?

Thank you very much.

- As Mayor, I bid you welcome.

- Thank you. - M … M Degueurse.

- I told you, old and ugly.

- You need glasses, then.

- You know what, I'm going to film her in a thong or in her pants or with nothing at all.

- Stop drooling, you poor sicko.

- Look at that arse. - It's like being at a regatta.

Helm to port, helm to starboard. Helm to port, helm to starboard.

- It’s because of her heels. When my mother wears them, it does the same to her.

- Boys are such idiots

- Helm to port, helm to starboard.

- So, guys, what's Cholera like? - She's hot, Scott.

The bad feeling doesn't come from the house.

Surprisingly enough, the old lady's taste suits me.

So, it can only be me.

The stranger with memories that soaked into the walls, the furniture.

Obviously, it's not the house that has to adapt to me.

It's quite the opposite.

They were both handsome.

They never had children either.

That's why she loved them so much.

Like me.

By proxy.

From the looks I've caught, the children won't be easy to tame.

By the breath of storms and the reefs of Kervolen,

may the history of buried times resurface in the flames.

- The night of the crime they all passed in front of the house.

They’re all suspects.

- If it comes to that, maybe it's the grown-ups who are right, it was an accident …

- No, it wasn'tt an accident, the murderer had at least two motives.

- What's a motive?

- Oh, shut up.

- OK, the treasure is one. But what's the other one?

- The box of aniseed sweets where she kept her money, remember?

- Yes, and? - It wasn't on the mantelpiece that night.

It was the old man who did it, I'm sure of that.

- Yeah, the freak with the dogs.

But don't get upset, we can't even go near his island.

- A real fortress.

The grown ups won't want to tell us anything.

- We have to … make a jo— - A job?

- No, a jo—

- A joke, a juju? - Shut up.

- No, I mean … a-a—

A journal.

- Have you got heatstroke?

- No no, he's right.

If they know we're making a newspaper, we can ask everyone questions, like on TV.

- Yeah! - Yeah!

- Is that true? - Yeah.

- Wait.

What would Martha have called it?

- The Wrecker's Gazette.

- That's great, we'll trap them all, those idiots!

- And we'll sabotage their cars! We'll slash all their tyres!

- Marion, it's ready. - Coming, Grandpa.

- Marion, turn off that radio, please.

- Why? Are you afraid it'll make me feel down?

- Not at all. What a strange idea.

Just because your parents are far away doesn't mean they don't think about you a lot.

- Nonsense. Out of sight, out of mind.

I don't mind. I'd rather be with you, Grandpa.

- Go on, turn off the radio, please.

- What do you think of the new teacher?

- Honestly? - Do you like her?

- She's quite a nice surprise.

I was expecting a grumpy old woman.

Like you, actually.

- Why did she come here?

- That's … that's her business.

- I'll tell you.

She came to persecute us.

- No no! - Yes she did!

She only has one idea in mind, that little shrew.

To make us work like crazy and pass our exams.

- Because I made you fail them, no doubt?

- At least with Martha we didn't talk about exams.

And we learned lots of things.

- Martha, Martha, always Martha!

You know, Grandpa, we don't believe this accident thing.

- Don't start heating up your brain.

- The wrecker's gold has heated someone's brain.

- Marion, I don't like it when you starts with unfounded ideas.

- Grandpa?

- What now?

- Would you like to work for a major newspaper?

Good morning, Madame.

Hélène Guillonet.

- I live in Martha’s house, the old lady who died— - Ah, you're the teacher!

- Yes? - Lucienne Lavrec, from the Auberge des Pêcheurs.

- Guillonet … Is that Madame or Mademoiselle?

- Mademoiselle.

- With all this fuss about free women, there are some who even forget to get married.

Look, the most relaxed of men, retired for a day.

Good day to you, M Paul.

- Hello.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- Shall I do you the honours of the school?

- Just a few stamps and I'm all yours.

Bastards!

The bastards!

- It doesn't matter. - But it does.

Be careful. Hold on tight.

- Really? - Yes.

Don't panic.

Watch out!

Here is your kingdom.

- You left a little of your soul in here.

- I give it to you with all my heart.

- Thank you.

- The children will come to love you too, once they get to know you.

For now, you’re …

- Go ahead, say it.

What sweet name did they christen me with?

- Cholera.

- Well, that's promising.

May I? - Of course.

I can only think of one explanation.

Martha's death.

- They blame me for living in her house, don't they?

- The children would spend hours listening to her in front of the fireplace.

It's strange …

… she always told the same story, but …

… they never got tired of it.

I never discovered the secret of her storytelling.

For young Poloteck, the one they call Captain,

it was like a little music that would travel through time,

to touch pure and innocent hearts.

- Come in, it's open.

- Madame Higouse, we've come to interview the mayor.

- To do what?

- An interview, we said, for the Wrecker's Gazette.

We're doing investigative journalism.

- Come on, kids, we don't have time at the town hall to joke around.

Go and investigate somewhere else. Anyway, the mayor isn't here.

That's disgusting! Get it away from me!

- What is that? - Well, it's …

- Dunoyer. It's for my parents.

- Out! Get out! Clear off!

- Oh no, Dunoyer!

What are you doing, for God's sake?

You're crazy!

- Get that animal away from me!

- Do we need to write a story about the shipwreck or the accident?

- What shipwreck? Ouest-France #has already published a story about it.

- And what do you think of Martha's death? Don't you find it suspicious?

- That …

… that was really just an accident.

And as for the rest, there's not much to say. No will.

Apart from a letter asking the teacher to give the funeral oration,

and for all Martha's assets to go to the municipality.

Why am I telling you all this?

- Do you realise, Lucienne?

Just imagine, they're writing articles about the village.

- Yes yes, the shipwreck, the death of that crazy old Martha.

You can imagine.

Anyway, they're saying she didn't die by accident.

That never entered my head.

Ah! You're the same, are you?

And they haven't found the old woman's savings.

Keep that to yourself, ok?

Leave an ear on your counter.

I'm putting another one in the town hall.

- Well then, you did a good job, Dunoyer.

Did you see? Madame Higouse was totally blown apart.

She jumped on the phone like a rat on cheese.

- Know what, journalist is a great job for fooling people.

- Tomorrow, the whole village will know something's wrong,

and that we’re leading the investigation.

- Yes, they’ll all be talking about crime and treasure.

So the murderer will make a move.

- Hey, do you think he’ll come back to the crime scene, like on TV?

Your gas bottle!

- Put it in the cellar, please.

- Are you looking for something? - What?

- Well? Are you playing?

- Thanks, Lucien.

- Well?

Why are you looking at me like that?

What's wrong? - What's up with you?

- Nothing. Nothing special.

Want a drink?

- Are you looking for trouble?

- We're not saying anything.

- Good, you're not saying anything.

What have I done?

I'm keeping quiet, I'm paying for my drinks.

- We know you wander around at night.

In the early hours.

When no one's around.

- When it comes to emptying a cellar, you won't be the last. We know you, P’tit Louis.

- You're starting to piss me off.

- Anyone who can empty a cellar … is capable of stealing an old woman's savings.

And even giving her violent blows.

- Violent blows? It's vipers like you who get those.

- Old toad!

Good morning, kids. - Good morning, Rector.

We've come to bring you the news.

- How beautiful are the feet of them who bring glad tidings.

That's a word from the Bible that has nothing to do with your feet.

So, what’s this news?

Tell me then, Bisson.

- We're making a newspaper called The Wrecker's Gazette.

- Oh, that one's resurrecting, is he.

Well, it's a long time since we talked about him.

Good.

Well?

- Come on, stop sulking, Marion.

Give me a hand instead.

- You shouldn't have invited her. You deal with it.

- We're not savages. It was the least we could do, don't you think?

- In the first place, cholera's contagious.

Even for tomatoes.

Don't trust her, Grandpa.

- Come on, stop talking nonsense.

I even told her what name you gave her.

- You didn't, did you? - Yes, I snitched.

- Do you want me to help you? - No, I don't need it.

- Fine, Marion, I'm a stranger.

But you should know that in my job, I don't choose.

I go where the administration sends me.

As for Martha's house, the mayor installed me there.

Marion.

When I entered Martha's house, I felt—

How can I put it …

… welcomed by the memories of that wonderful old lady.

Celebrated by the colours she had chosen.

By her furniture, patinated by her artist's hand.

Because she was the one who painted the wrecker?

Her only painting.

Her only love.

Come on, hurry up, she's not here. - No, I'm not going.

- Come on, don't back out.

You might say we threw her stuff in the sea.

- Cross of misery—

Let's get out of here!

We're going to cut that idiot's reins.

This house is strange.

As if it helped me make your absence less cruel.

Everything is so different here.

I wanted to get away. To forget.

Yet you’re always more present.

Two months already, my love.

We shouldn't have the right to disappear.

- Do we get to know where you were last night? - I was with Jean-Pierre.

- Indeed, and who had to do all the work, all by myself?

- What the hell are you kids doing here?

Do you want something?

- No, we don't want anything.

- Just an Orangina, then to chat a little.

- There, same as usual. One Orangina for three?

We'd also like to ask you—

I'm leaving.

- Do I get to know where you're going?

- To dance. That's allowed isn't it? I'm an adult.

- You're an adult, but who's paying for your lessons, you little bitch? Your guitar player?

- I need to have a life. Can't you understand that?

- You need to have a life …

- Yes, exactly. Right here, right now. Here.

- You idiot.

- Can you see yourself?

Have you seen yourself among these losers who've forgotten how to live and don't even know how?

- What I do know is that you don't make a living by wiggling your arse.

- You're jealous!

I hate you.

We want to ask you some questions.

- Listen, kids, this really isn't the time.

So quick, drink up your Orangina.

And leave me alone. I don't have any time to waste.

- OK? - Old fool.

- What did you say, you little brat?

- We just wanted a word with P’tit Louis.

- A word? My arse!

If you leave, I'll run away with you.

- What's this? - This …

… this is starting to live, damn it. This is serious.

- Have you seen the gear? - It must have cost a lot.

Maybe they robbed a bank?

- No. Banks lend money to young fishermen who are starting in business.

My father told me.

- Well, you kids, what the hell are you doing here?

- If you're on such good terms with Jean-Pierre,

you must know how he paid for his equipment.

- That's none of your business. - Show-off!

Ask your Jean-Pierre, if you have the courage, if his notes smell of aniseed.

Let's block his way.

- Get back! Get back, let me pass!

I didn't see anything! I didn't see anything!

- We'd better help him.

The sacristan can't stand up any more.

- Hi, Toinou. Where are you off to like that?

- I can't remember.

- The baker? No, the Post Office.

- The priest's giving you a hard time.

Toinou, we have a question to ask you.

- A question? - Yeah, it's for a survey.

Where were you the night of the shipwreck when you were meant to be looking for a rope?

- Demon of Hell!

Ghost of the Devil.

The circle is drawn.

I'll get you!

With a black candle!

- Well, the sacristan's completely off his head.

Did you see his eyes? It was going all the way to his brain.

- I'll get you! With a black candle!

Hello, Marion.

It's nice of you to visit me.

- I came to watch the house.

- What are you talking about?

Sit down.

You can't understand.

Is it for Martha?

- No. Us kids don't think it was an accident.

The wrecker's gold was stolen.

Ah, I understand …

Come on, let's get you dried off.

You don't know how to do it.

Do you think so?

By the breath of the storms and the reefs of Kervolen,

may the history of buried times resurface in the flames.

Well? - She's in there.

- Let's go! - I'm not coming.

- You've been taken in again.

- That's enough. We all decided, we all go.

- It scares the hell out of me!

Wait!

You see, I catch girls like razor-shells. By surprise and without hesitation.

- You're talking rubbish.

- Listen to this guy who's dying of love for his Marion.

He's not doing anything.

If I were older, I'd go and see Ludevine.

And you know what I'd do to her? - What would you do to her?

- Forget it, you're too much of a virgin to understand.

- Shut it, Pérec. - You go and play.

- Seen this? - Yeah.

- There's some in the village who walk sideways like crabs.

And it's hard to catch them.

- Yeah, we haven't made any progress in three days.

As a suspect, we've got … P’tit Louis.

We've got … Jean-Pierre. We've got Toinou. We've got Lucien.

Then the Cripple … And he's hard to get to.

Then the mayor.

- What? The mayor? Isn't that going too far?

- Well, who benefits from the crime?

Officially, the municipality.

And so, the mayor, since he’s the boss.

- I summoned you to put an end to these rumours about murder.

- I hope it won't take long.

Because I'm setting sail in an hour with my three rascals.

- And Lucienne's waiting for me. There are people at the inn.

Lemonade doesn't serve itself.

- Come on, take it easy!

Can I remind you it's your kids.

- Quick, Lamazou, give me a boost up!

They're the ones causing chaos by playing the troublemakers.

- This scares the hell out of me!

- To stop a rumour …

… the best way is to not feed it.

- I know some people who continue to gossip.

Talking nonsense about Martha's accident.

They talk about crime, and they talk about treasure—

- That's old women's gossip.

- Start by muzzling yours!

He has the nerve to open his mouth.

While his wife won't stop blabbing.

- So let's talk about nerve!

Your municipal motor-mouth! What are you going to do about her?

It's not a tongue she has, but a whole gossip factory.

- If Mme Higouse opens her mouth again I'll operate on her bronchial tubes.

Right, to sum up.

You keep your Lulu quiet, I'll deal with Higouse.

And all of you, deal with your kids!

I don't want to see this island transformed into a field of crows.

The stories brought out of the closet, the innuendos, the insinuations, finished!

- This is too scary.

- Otherwise, it's anarchy and chaos.

Tourists will go elsewhere. Then bankruptcy, poverty, unemployment.

- Maybe you're painting a negative picture— - No, no, I'm lucid.

More so than all of you.

One last thing.

I don't want to hear any more talk about the wrecker.

He doesn't bother many people nowadays.

This is not the time to bring the devil out of his box.

We know how these things start.

We don't know where they end.

- The wa … the wasp. - Let’s put an end to our problem!

Buried!

- Help! Help!

- Help! - This is the limit!

- Help! - Madame Higouse!

Not content with causing chaos,

They still have to play James Bond.

Ah, Mme Higouse. Mademoiselle.

Mme Higouse, you will write a sharp letter to this scoundrel's parents.

His name is Bisson. He's eavesdropping at doors.

No, I mean to say eavesdropping at windows.

- I have a little bone to pick with the village scoundrels myself.

It's time to put a end to it, Mayor.

I know all about punishments.

As for the letter to his parents, I'll do it myself, just out of habit.

Well, Bisson!

Whre's your accomplice?

- Who d'you mean, Madame?

- Watch yourself, Bisson!

- It was Lamazou, the wasp got him.

- Right, come on.

Mayor, Mme Higouse.

An iron fist in a velvet glove.

- Be quiet. You have to learn how to suffer in silence.

This is what happens when you're not smart. You get caught.

- Madame, I swear we won't do it again.

- What? The town hall trick or the scarecrow trick?

- You're not going to tell our parents?

- No, but on one condition.

We make peace.

Tell me, why don't you want to go to the mainland?

- The Captain says life here is much better than anywhere else in the world.

- What about your studies?

Have you thought about that?

You'll have to grow up one day and prepare for your future.

- Our future's to become like the grown-ups.

When we see what they do, we don't want to become like them.

What's happened to you? Where have you come from?

- I'm exhausted, Marion, I've done at least three kilometres at full speed.

Give me a drink, will you?

- Here. - Thanks.

- Tell me.

- I was in the book shop dropping off our newspaper, when P’tit Louis came in.

- You weren't looking at the dirty women who show everything, were you?

- My name's not Pérec.

Guess what I saw P'tit Louis buying?

- I'll take two, how much is that? - One franc each.

- Yes, the first two copies of our newspaper.

So, you see, I wanted to know who the second copy was for.

But he was going to make a delivery.

- Where? And who had ordered the newspaper?

- The old cripple, the savage at the end of the island.

You know, the one no one ever sees, except P’tit Louis with his boat.

- And you went into his place? Weren't you scared?

- You bet I went in.

I even went to the window, but I couldn't see anything.

- Because of the dogs?

- A whistle and they lie down.

- Will you marry me when you grow up?

- I don't want to grow up.

- But will you marry me anyway?

- Come in.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Hi.

Do you like my paper birds?

- Yeah.

- One day I'm gonna hang on to a kite.

And go off into space.

Like Nils Holgersson on his geese.

- Isn't being a fish enough for you?

- Being a fish or a bird is a nice dream, you know.

A secret dream.

We want to leave Earth.

To rise to the top.

To go to the bottom.

Towards mysteries.

That doesn't please everyone.

- Is that why you left the city?

- Yes, I was a freak.

The freak flew away.

- And we got a new friend.

- Laurent, we'd like to know more about the old cripple guy.

- Are you able to keep your mouths shut?

I'll tell you a secret.

Every two months, he gets a letter from Germany.

All I do is put it in his box.

One day, I flew over his place with the paraglider.

- Can you do it again for us?

How's it going, P’tit Louis?

People are hard on the working poor, aren't they? - Piss off out of here!

- We saw you the night of the crime.

What were you doing behind the house?

- I’ve got bottles to deliver!

- Hang on, we'll help you.

I saw the dogs' mouths. It felt as if I was being pulled in.

- Hey Laurent, did you do the bird thing again?

You'll teach me how to do it, won't you.

- If you want …

- Can I have a word?

Martha kept her money in an aniseed sweet box.

- So what?

- Did Jean-Pierre tell you where his money came from?

- Listen, if you have something to say to him, just tell him directly, right?

- You're sleeping with a thief.

- And you're much too young to understand.

- I know what I'm saying and I do understand!

- What the hell are you doing there?

- Nothing.

- No! - Always running away, this little bastard.

- Give him to me, I'll set his nose to the grindstone.

- Oh no, this little guy is confined to his room.

- Don't worry.

Have a nice day.

Where we are, Marc-Antoine was writing down the routes of enemy ships.

- Tell me about him, I want to know everything about your hero.

- On the night of the shipwreck, Marc-Antoine was watching the sea.

He spotted the German ship in distress.

General von Kramer, head of the Kommandantur, was on board.

The ship ran aground over there, d'you see?

- Over there.

- Against the rocks.

- So what do we tell him?

- That the new teacher needs a little favour.

Toinou won't dare refuse.

- So where's the sacristan?

- Maybe he quit?

- Maybe he's with his black candles.

- Stop that, I'm scared.

- I'm drowning! - P’tit Louis, hold on!

- I'm drowning!

- How did you manage to fall into the water?

- I didn't see the edge.

- We saved your life. - Yeah.

I'm not so sure that's a good thing.

- Why do you drink all the time?

- What the hell do you care?

- Is it to drown your sorrows?

Or to forget something bad you did not long ago?

- What do you mean, not long ago?

- We know everything.

- My poor boys.

I started drinking before you were born.

You can't understand.

He who puts chains on himself cannot take them off.

We think we're putting our distress to sleep.

And that's what wakes us up.

When it wants to.

Ok, no more bullshit, P’tit Louis. Tell us the truth.

- It's an old story, going back to the war.

No, I can't say any more.

- You'll see, Toinou, the new teacher's nice.

- She just needs a hand to put her wood into the shed.

- Why don't you lot do it?

- Come on.

- Who was that? - Toinou, the sacristan.

He didn't want to come, but we forced him. To see what he was afraid of.

- Something here must have reminded him of a horrible scene.

- Found it!

The crutch.

It must be Jean-Pierre.

- Stop it, Pérec, are you going stupid?

- You'll see, I'll go up to him and punch him in the mouth.

- Stop bragging. - You keep saying it, but you never do it.

- You'll see.

- The problem is, we have too many suspects. - Yeah.

- One, P’tit Louis who is almost guilty.

Two, Lucien who was alone the night of the shipwreck and who's saying nothing.

Three, the mayor who likes money.

Four, Toinou,

who goes crazy and starts to shake as soon as he sees a rope.

Five, Jean-Pierre who suddenly has money.

Six, the cripple.

- I'm sick of your bullshit!

You've caused trouble on the island, so enough!

Or I won't cut up your stuff, but your annoying little faces.

- Was it you who took the money?

- You brat with no boobs, shut your mouth!

Now, the first one to say anything …

… gets cut!

Can you get that into your heads?

He … he's pissed his pants.

Come on, strip off, mermaids, strip off!

- Come on, louder. - Strip off! Strip off!

- Pérec, you idiot, give me back my clothes!

- Tell us what you know about Jean-Pierre!

Or else, we leave you like that and Pérec takes your clothes back to your parents!

- I don't have to answer to you!

- Listen carefully!

If Jean-Pierre stole money, it was Martha he took it from.

- But how do you prove it? - You know that very well.

Tell us if his banknotes smell of aniseed.

- I liked Martha too.

-We don’t care! Answer my question! Is it him or not?

- Yes, it's him. Happy now? Is that all right?

- Yes, that's all we wanted to know. Now Benoît, give her back her clothes.

- Just a minute, you!

Well, my heart's own Pérec.

You wanted to see me naked?

Well, go ahead, feast your eyes, it's a gift.

What's the matter, Kitty?

Do you feel bad? Does it scare you?

- Benoît, give her back her clothes, damn it!

- No no, Benoît.

Let your friend have a good time.

- He who steals an egg, steals an ox.

He who steals an ox, kills the old lady.

- He's coming! Get out of here!

- Wait!

Shit!

Marc-Antoine's gaze.

And the clock.

Like a metal heart that seems to give rhythm to time.

Past time.

Far and near at the same time.

Jean-Pierre can't be far away.

What the hell are you doing here? They're looking for you everywhere. Are you drunk?

- Fuck it, they knocked me out.

I don’t fucking believe it! They've stolen my money! Shit!

- You know, there are rumours about you. The new teacher, the kids, they're gossiping.

What's your problem? - Can't you leave me alone for a bit?

It's none of your business.

I'm Jean-Pierre Le Quérec.

I … I did something stupid the night of the shipwreck.

- Sit down.

There was no one in the living room.

I heard Martha and the sacristan looking for something on the first floor.

So …

- Go on.

- I don't want it on my conscience, because I had nothing to do with it.

Martha kept her savings in a box, there, on the mantelpiece.

So … You understand …

The temptation was too strong, I needed it.

For some equipment.

So I took the box … and I ran away.

Here it is.

But the money's gone.

Because last night, on top of that, someone knocked out from behind.

They stole everything that was left. 50.000 francs in all.

That's a lot for me but … I'll pay it back.

Are you going to turn me in?

More than 4,000 years ago, Job said …

Hell swallows up all who sin.

For truly, I say to you, the practice of evil …

… is the road to hell!

The souls of the righteous are in the hand of God. - The path.

Amen. - We must not go there.

I’m afraid of Hell.

- Look at Toinou. He's at it again.

- Poor Toinou.

No.

For pity's sake!

For pity's sake!

Ghost of the Devil.

You won't get me!

- Toinou's fuses have blown.

- The body of Christ.

- The mayor's a sly one but he doesn't have the face of a murderer.

- Amen.

- The body of Christ.

- Neither has Lucien, even if he is an arse-licker.

- Amen.

- So, in this band of bigots, who could have done it? They're all here.

- No, someone's missing.

- Who's there?

- Paul! - Excuse me.

- But what are you doing here?

- I … I wanted to invite you to the ball.

- I dance very badly, Paul.

- I told myself that …

… they only have beer and bad wine at the refreshment bar, so I …

… But it doesn't matter, I understand.

- Another evening, maybe?

- Yes.

There's a fire in the sacristan’s barn!

- He's on the roof. - He's there.

Toinou!

Toinou, come down!

- What's the idiot doing?

- Stop it! You're completely crazy!

- The flames of Hell!

- He's completely freaked out!

He makes me feel sorry for him, Toinou.

- Leave me! Don't touch me!

- No! - He's nuts.

- Get back!

Get back, Demon!

- Toinou, please! Stop acting like an idiot!

- Too late!

I'm burning!

- This is freaking me out.

- Toinou!

- It's him!

He's coming to get me!

The ghost of the wrecker!

Get back!

Goet back, Demon!

Vade retro, Satanas!

Is he dead?

He's asleep.

- A rough landing, but correct.

- Laurent, if you want, we can deliver the letters this morning.

- Yeah. - Go on, please.

- Yes.

Laurent told us the old man was getting letters from Germany.

Hey, we’re doing this for Martha, all right? - Yeah,

- I can't understand a word, it's all in German.

The old cripple guy … He's a German.

- Go on, go ahead. - No!

Hurry up! Damn!

- It won't stick, there's no glue left!

Shit, my cap!

- Leave it, let’s go! - Certainly not!

The dogs!

The Captain had a close call.

Before me, Martha must have often plied her needle on the seat of their pants.

It's strange.

When I lit the candlestick, I felt an extraordinary sense of tranquility.

- They're delicious! - Yeah, great crêpes, Marion!

- Great!

- They look so good!

- Will you serve us, Marion?

By the breath of the storms, the reefs of Kervolen,

may the history of buried times resurface in the flames.

At the end of the day, Toinou, ghosts are a figment of the imagination.

When we’re emotional, like you, our imagination gets to work.

In scholarly language, this is what we call hallucinations.

Come on, have a drink.

It's blessed wine, it'll cheer you up, come on.

Poor Toinou.

- It's your mind playing a trick on you.

- It's my fault she's dead.

I deserve Hell.

- You're talking now.

That's a good sign.

Go on.

- I saw the ghost of the wrecker.

He had the face of a demon.

- Don't say that again.

Drink.

Tonight, you'll sleep like the blessed, and tomorrow, you'll ring the bells as before.

Why did the sacristan talk about the wrecker?

- The night of the shipwreck,

the priest told him to go and get a rope.

He went to Martha's.

- A rope that scared him.

So much that he didn't want to ring the bells any more.

- What about P’tit Louis?

- I surprised him rummaging around in the garden the other day.

- He might have been looking for the crutch.

- The old cripple's.

If the wrecker could help us.

- Martha's box!

- Open it.

- Was it you who …?

- No.

it was empty this morning.

A RESIDENTIAL HOUSE – KERVOLEN STARTING PRICE F250,000

They don't have the right.

You want to bet we won’t do it? The teacher's just a tenant.

Listen to me.

The old woman's house … - Yeah.

- You buy it at the auction price.

- Oh yeah—

Then I sell it to a tourist afterwards.

And we share the profit.

- My round.

This house guards the love of Martha and Marc-Antoine.

- Yeah.

- Let's swear to do everything to stop it being sold.

We swear!

Cross of misery and wooden leg!

- Well? What about the old cripple, have you forgotten him?

The dogs aren't here. We can go.

- Let's do it.

What the hell are you doing here?

- We've come for justice, P’tit Louis.

It's time to settle the accounts. - The accounts?

The money went back to its box, right?

- That was you?

But I didn't hurt Jean-Pierre too much.

Go on, inside.

You came … Martha.

I've been waiting for you.

You know I don't have much longer.

Don't be angry with me …

… for going to see you one last time.

There's a hint of sea spray on your breath.

The tears of the sea.

Watch out, Martha.

I'll help you make your way up.

The water's cold.

Salty.

The way we both love it.

Hold on to the boat.

Come closer.

You are so beautiful.

Martha.

How I love you.

Look.

The ships pass by.

A long way out.

Over there.

Von Kramer's boat.

This sea again.

I can't see you anymore, Martha.

Martha.

- Marc-Antoine and me, we sank the boat.

The Germans caught him.

I was able to escape.

- And the letters from Germany?

- A fellow deportee.

Marc-Antoine returned in 1945.

He was … disfigured by smallpox, his body …

… all twisted, crippled for life.

Martha never learned of his return.

He didn't want to become a burden to her.

People knew at the time, but they kept the secret.

He stayed here.

In this cabin.

Like a man bearing a curse …

… to be present,

to be near his love.

Who he would see at night.

In secret.

He was like a child waiting for night to love in secret.

- What happened the night of the shipwreck?

- He wanted to see her one last time.

Before he died.

So …

… I put him on my cart with a blanket.

His crutches.

And …

… I took him to Martha's.

At night.

And it was then … that the sound of the sirens surprised us.

The wrecker.

The ghost of the wrecker!

My love.

My love.

Children …

Adieu, Marc-Antoine.

Adieu. My friend.

Hello our good Lord, we're all here for Marc-Antoine, the wrecker.

We didn't know him before.

In our hearts he’s a good person.

He loved Martha with a pure heart.

The Lord said, happy are the pure in heart.

So we believe that wherever you've put him, he’s with Martha.

And that's what will make them happy forever.

There you are, good Lord, that's what we wanted to tell you about the wrecker.

Amen. - Amen.

TO THOSE SHIPWRECKED AT KERVOLEN

It's moving.

Wait, wait.

Here we go.

- Von Kramer's gold! - The wrecker's gold!

- The gold …

The story of the wedding! - His tongue! It's not limping!

On the wedding day of Marc-Antoine and Martha, all their friends are present.

She looks beautiful in a white dress.

He looks serious, holding her arm.

There's Paulo who's marrying them, in his all-grey communion suit.

There's Marcel and his glasses, which he always loses when he shouldn't.

And there's me, who's writing, with trembling fingertips.

For the love of Marc-Antoine and Martha.

I wish we'd never grow up.

- I swear to you.

And that night, after the old cripple had passed away in his cabin,

there took place on the hill the wedding of Marion and Benoît.

A children's wedding.

The most wonderful thing …

…when two children swear to each other, eternal love.

English subtitles by jeremys and Marseille

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