All language subtitles for Entrelacs.2022_eng

Today, in the southwest, 52 municipalities
have been placed in the red zone.

The government wishes to appeal to the people's
good sense by raising awareness about water usage.

France is currently facing it's most dry month of
July since 1959, and unfortunately for the farmers,

the drought is not the only scourge hitting the southwest
of the country, as the Colorado potato beetle has returned.

This insect coming from America looks like a yellow beetle
and devastates the potato plants by eating out their leaves.

Harvests are eventually ruined,
which puts a lot of farmers in difficulty.

Several regions of France have been hit by the parasite, and the United
Kingdom already refuses French potatoes to come in its territory.

Last Tuesday, delegates from
several European countries,

including Germany, United Kingdom, Spain and Italy have organized
a meeting at the Quai d'Orsay to study the Colorado beetle issue.

Here, we have the president of...

Dad, can I start?

Yeah, you can turn it on!

Hello little guy!

Hello mister Boris.

Is your father here?

Yeah, he's right there.

Thank you, my boy.

Alright, I've opened the valve.

Yeah, cool.

What did Boris want?

Nothing, nothing, don't worry.

He didn't seem quite happy when he left.

- Yeah, he's been preoccupied, lately.
- Well, come on, let's go.

Hey! Hélène!

You've been hunting lately, Hélène?

No, haven't had the time yet.

Enjoy it while you can. Because me, with
my work schedules... It's not always easy!

Alright, I've got to go! I hope that
you'll bring us a good harvest, someday!

I'll do what I can.

Bye, Hélène!

So? How did it go this morning?

- Well, well.
- So, this morning, with dad, we've checked the Roumégas plot.

It was really dry, so we
went to fetch the rewinder.

Then we started connecting everything,
and we of course ran into pump issues,

so we've had to go back and forth.
Hey Roméo!

And by the way, on the way home... actually, it was at the
very beginning: When we went there, we saw three little foxes.

- They were cubs. And...
- What's for lunch?

- I've prepared a salad.
- Good.

- And no one's listening to me.
- I do listen to you!

You connected the rewinder,
and then you saw foxes.

- Give me your plate.
- Move Roméo!

We first saw foxes, and then we connected
the rewinder. See, you're not listening.

- Tom! Quiet down and eat.
- Yes I am!

They ain't funny, ain't they.

- Here for chewing-gums?
- What do you think?

Hello Hélène.

- 8,40.
- What?

8,40.

I'm happy to see you.

- How are you?
- Do you know what day it is today?

- We good?
- Yeah, I know, I know.

- Will we see you at Pat's on Saturday?
- No.Thank you.

- See you, Denis.
- Come on, you should come. It'd be good for you.

We haven't seen you in a long time.

- You know what would be good for me?
- I'm listening.

- You, doing your job.
- Hey, easy. You know we've done what we could.

Done? Could? It's all in
the past now? I'ts all over?

- No, that's not what I...
- Is the case resolved? Is the murderer behind bars?

- We aren't even sure that they…
- So go and do your job!

Rather than going to your parties... And
stop with that kindness... You piss me off.

Care about what you
say, Hélène! Don't go too far!

- You okay? Can I sit?
- You waiting for someone?

I am, but please, sit.

So? You still with her?

Yeah. Yeah yeah, it's... I'm still with Leïla.

- I know her name, you know.
- What?

I don't know, you say "with Leïla".

As if you wanted me to remember her name.
But I do remember.

What... What do you want from me, Hélène?

Well, I don't know, I thought it'd be
good for us to be together today. Huh?

'Cause it's an important day.
I mean, important...

- Not for everybody, apparently.
- Don't start.

Anyway, no big deal,
someone will give a toast in our name.

- It'll be something, at least.
- Yeah.

'Cause honestly,
respecting her memory is overrated.

And yet you were the one
that wasn't there this morning.

Everybody came to remember Sarah,
except her own sister.

We held a lily crown all together.

By the way, the priest
wanted you to lay it down, but...

But you weren't there, and yet you
dare talk about respect? Seriously?

Is she pretty?

- Huh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, well it's a regular lily crown.
- No, I meant Leïla.

What? Come again?

Leïla, she pretty?

- Yes.
- Yeah. She nice?

- Yeah.
- Yeah. But is she smart?

- Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
- Ah.

- She's really great. Really, she's great.
- She helps me try to...

To forget about Sarah? Oh, I understand. I
understand that you replaced her with Leïla.

What are you trying to prove, damn it? Huh? What
are you... What are you trying to prove!? Sorry.

What are you trying to prove, in the end?
We have the same discussion.

We always have the same discussion.

So yeah, if it can help you,
go on: Hate me all you want.

Look: I've betrayed your sister,
I've replaced her and I have no heart.

- You happy?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Alright, cool.
- Bravo. Bravo.

Thank you, thank you. Stop. Stop.

- What did you believe? You think I'm not feeling guilty?
- No.

- No.
- She's dead. Hélène, she's dead. What would you want me to do?

I'm not saying we should all forget her,
I'm just trying to move on, that's all.

That's life, damn it.

And personally, I have no intention of spending
my days drunk and smoking twelve packs a day.

Yeah, you're right.

But you know what, if it's your way to
"respect her memory", please continue.

Do as you please, but I'm begging you, stop expecting others
to share your grief 'till the end of the world, poor girl.

OK.

- Have a nice night.
- Thanks, you too.

- Hello honey!
- Hey!

- Good afternoon?
- Huh, yeah, yeah.

- And Tom? He's not back with you? Finally managed to sell him?
- Oh no, no one wanted him.

- Well, when you see the face of the vendor…
- Well, the main problem is that he talks too much! Any idea of the responsible?

By the way, I've been to
see Josiane this afternoon.

- Did you know that her husband left her?
- No.

- And for a girl half his age! The poor woman.
- I hope that you'll never do such a thing to me!

- Hmm, well, now there's just...
- There are only old crones 'round here…

So I guess I'll just have to
wait out the next generation.

And anyways, my
wife's still gorgeous, so...

Yeah, that's it, make excuses...

- Oh, and Boris came, earlier!
- Yeah? What did he want?

- He came to take some tools.
- Damn, I can't believe it!

He told me he asked you?

No, no, he didn't ask me a thing, and I know
full well that he'll never return them to me!

I'm sorry, I didn't know.

- You want me to call him or go see him tomorrow?
- Never mind.

Well, I'll go take a shower.

You still here, you?

- Here, I've brought some goat cheese.
- My brother made them.

Oh, cabécous. Thanks, that's sweet.

My pleasure, Marlène.

Boris, you want some tea?

No, I'd prefer coffee.

We don't have any. We can help you.

Huh, could we please talk in private?

Well, I'm all ears.

Marlène is as much owner as I am.

OK, I've come to increase
my offer for your lake in Gravelle.

If you sold me your plot, it would
allow me to be self-sufficient in water,

and be able to grow corn.
Have you seen the corn rates, lately?

Anyway, I'm really deep in shit. If things
keep up like that, I should just do as Jacquot

and put the rifle under my chin.
You don't wish me that, do you?

No, of course not.

I mean, I'm not being
dishonest. I'd get my water,

and you'd be able to help out your
exploitation and your sweet little family.

Boris, I've already told
you: I also need the lake.

If I sold it, I'd get money, sure,
but I wouldn't survive in the long term.

Alright, I'm offering 180.000.

I've contacted the bank, they accepted to lend me
a credit, as they thought I had a serious project.

- I'm not lying to you, Hugues!
- Boris, I really can't: My whole exploitation depends on it.

- I could at best manage you an outlet for you to connect to my network, huh?
- No no no. No.

- And for all things money, we'd find something.
- No no no, I can't! 180.000, Hugues!

- But why don't you go and see at Lascabanes?
- They almost have a lake per valley, there!

You shitting me!?

- Lascabanes is way too far! I can't!
- Boris, I'm really sorry, but I've already told you, it's not negotiable.

You only think about yourself, Hugues. I wouldn't be
surprised if something happened to you one of these days.

- Something bad!
- Are those threats?

No they ain't, I'm just saying
that I wouldn't be surprised, is all!

- Have a nice day anyway.
- Yeah, sure!

And he took back his cheese.

You never told me that
he wanted to buy the lake.

He came to me to talk about it.

But he doesn't understand
that we also need it.

I can't offer charity if it
puts our future in danger.

Yes, of course.

But wait, if he really has
money issues as he told us,

do you really believe that the
bank would accept a credit?

I don't know. You're right.

But I don't think he'd lie to us.

Oh, you didn't say the same
when it came to your tools…

Well, he's a peculiar
case, that's for sure.

But deep down, he's not a bad guy.

It bothers me, I don't know... I mean.

I don't know how I could help him.

There's nothing much
you could do, either way.

He'll find a solution.

- Sure hope so.
- Of course.

Don't worry about him.

So, you came.

- Yeah. And shouldn't have.
- Of course you should have.

It's great that you came.

What are you doing here?

I'm with my wife.

No, I mean what are you doing here, here?

Ah.

Don't know, I wanted
to be alone for a while.

Just like you, I suppose.

Well, you succeeded, as always.

Be reassured, I won't make the mistake
of asking you how you're doing, this time.

Ah, you're making progress.

You know, if I came,

it's because I thought that we could find another
thing to talk about, something else than this story.

Well, you're up for a disappointment.

Honestly, have you
even tried to find a culprit?

Shit, I really can't believe you!

Of course!

Of course we're searching!

We've interrogated the whole village.

Only thing is that everybody accuses someone
different depending on their personal feuds.

It was a dead end!

- It's been a year, for fuck's sake!
- And you still have no suspect!

You have suspects…?

- Who?
- No one.

- Who!?
- No one, I'm telling you!

And either way, what
difference would it make?

Try to imagine how it would
be if you were in my shoes!

You're right.

You're right.

I'll try.

The evenings, you finish work at what, 7pm?

- More or less, yeah.
- Yeah.

You go home, you
kiss your wife, your kid,

and my little sister...
You just stop thinking about her?

- We'll see tomorrow?
- It's not like that.

It's been a year and you aren't
even capable of doing your job.

And you dare ask me to
imagine myself in your place!?

You know what I think?
I think you're a pile of shit.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have.

Florent.

- I'm sorry, it's just that…
- We had two suspects.

They didn't have any alibi.

But they didn't have any motive either.

No proof.

Do with that as you please.

'Twas Léonard Lemoine and Thomas Mercier.

Good night.

'Twas Thomas Mercier…

So you killed her, huh?
You killed her, you asshole!

Leave me alone!

Florent told me everything! He told
me everything, Thomas! You hear me!?

You hear me when I'm talking to you!?

Thomas!

Listen to me, Thomas! Lis…

- Leave me alone, let me go.
- Let me go, what you gonna do!? What you gonna do,

you'll do as you did with my sister?
You'll leave me by a lake?

- Huh? That's what you gonna do? The animals would...
- Dammit, let me go!

How can you know if the
wheat is ready to be reaped?

Not very hard, you
know it since you're a kid.

When the stem is dry and the ear bends
downward, you know it's ready to be reaped.

Ah, OK.

- Yeah, I knew it, but I thought there was something else.
- No, that's all.

Oh oh oh, what's this?

- It's Boris's field, isn't it?
- Yeah.

Again with the pesticides?

Guess so.

He's an idiot: With all this wind,
it's obvious it'll hit the nearby fields.

Looks like he's doing it on purpose.

I mean, you also use some, but still.

Yeah but it's not the same. He only uses shitty
products, and right now he's destroying our wheat.

- So let's go and tell him to stop, then!
- Certainly not, we're not getting close to this shit.

The particles are still in the air,
and I don't want us to catch anything.

But why is he doing this?

I refused to sell him the lake,
the other day. I hope it's not linked.

Well, not a word to your
mother, I don't want her to worry.

No problem.

Well, let's go. Some years ago,
dead cats have been found in Boris's field.

We had two suspects.

I'm sorry about yesterday.

I'll come and fix my crap.

Don't bother.

I'm really sorry.

I know it's.

I know you didn't…

- You didn't kill her.
- No, you don't.

- Yes I do.
- You don't, you're here to make sure, that's all.

Where were you, that night?

Since no one would be able to confirm,
why bother answering?

I need to hear it, Thomas.

- You don't believe me?
- Answer the damn question.

You're not looking for the culprit,
Hélène, you're only looking for a culprit.

You just want to be able to cross the
"murderer" box in your head, that's all.

How do you want me to trust you
if you never answer the question?

You can't say this to me.

You can't say this to me because you know
full well what your sister represented to me.

You know I didn't kill her.

Neither her, nor anyone
else, for that matter.

I've seen death once, and it was enough.

So, you believe me now?

Yes.

It's too late anyway. It's been a year, the case
will be closed and we won't be able to do anything.

Don't say this!

You know it's not true!

As you wish.

Look me in the eye and tell me
you don't care to know who killed her.

I don't care.

Knowing wouldn't change anything.

It would only raise more questions.

Since you're in the church,
for once, use the opportunity.

Think about it.

What's for dinner?

Mum?

Mum!

- Ah, Tom! Is the dog with you?
- No, why?

I don't understand, I didn't see him today.

I've looked everywhere, but can't find him,
I'm starting to worry.

Maybe he just went looking for
some company, is all. Don't worry.

- You think so?
- Of course!

If he doesn't come home tonight, we'll figure
something out, but don't worry, he can't be far.

- Dad, will you let me drive the reaper this summer?
- Ah no, no no, it's far too dangerous. No way.

Oh, he's all grown up now. You'll
just do a turnaround to see how you do.

And you'll see, the reaper is a good
argument for dates. Ask your mother.

Ah yeah, that's the first thing that
seduced me with your father: His reaper.

Did you go to the ceremony?

You'd know if you came.

So you went?

I didn't say this.

How do you know I wasn't there?

I didn't.

You stupid, you know.

I complained about her not going, but.

I didn't even have the
courage to go myself.

There are times when
I can't figure her out.

I don't know if I should feel
grief or if I should just hate her.

You know, when I was a kid,
there was this guy, a brutal fella.

He was struggling, he
couldn't make ends meet.

Anyway, it was... He was
horrendous with people, a real shitbag.

And yet, when you saw
him take care of his horses...

He was sweet, loving.

In total harmony with them.

So what's the moral?

The moral is that no
one is totally white or black.

I'm sorry, but when you're
a shitbag, you're a shitbag.

No, what I mean is that you can't judge
without knowing about the circumstances.

- That seems a bit too easy.
- And circumstances don't excuse everything.

- So you're saying that Hélène is a bitch?
- I didn't say this, OK?

She's just pissing me off, is all.

There are times, when she's
angry, she'd just look at me,

and I feel that she could…

- That she could kill me.
- Oh don't say this, she couldn't do this.

Everybody can.

I think you know this
more than anyone else.

- I don't know, you, you... You want another?
- Nan, I'm gonna go.

- Hey, Hélène!
- Hey, Marty!

How you doing?

Fine. I've finally found
the time to go hunting.

That true? Tell me everything, Hélène!

Well, I was returning empty handed, and when I
was not even more than 100 meters from the car,

I spotted a roe deer. Beautiful!

- I'm hoping that you got it?
- Hey, Marty, come on…

Wanna see it?

- Oh, I don't have the time right now, Hélène. I've got to get back to work.
- Marty!

- Perhaps some other time!
- You want a piece of it?

Oh, what a beautiful piece!

Tell me Marty… For how long
have you been in this line of work?

- It's going to be thirty-five years this year! Not bad, huh?
- Not bad, yeah. I've always known you as the local postman.

I've seen you grow, your sister and you. I know
everybody around here, and everybody knows me.

I'm a real star!

When I go to the market, everyone comes to
me to greet me or tap me on the shoulder!

I've become more popular
than the mayor himself!

And you really know everybody. I believe you
could cite me the name of everybody around here?

With my eyes closed.

I was wondering the other day... You know, the house
near the end of the village... By the wash-house.

- Is it for sale, or?
- No! It's old Léonard's house!

Ah yeah, Léonard. I forgot
that he was living there.

We don't see him much.

Yeah, you're right.

This year, I believe I delivered him a dozen
letters and four or five parcels, nothing more.

And what does he do? He's retired?

Retired?

No idea, but he's a photographer. Every
time I see him, I see him with young girls.

Young girls…

- Yeah, young girls to make portraits.
- Models for his photos…

But some come back several times. I've always found it
odd to take photos of the same person multiple times.

You bet.

If you want my opinion, he's enjoying
himself. He's got things to look at…

Anyway, he's a shady man.

That's for sure.

- It's sad that his wife died. She was really sweet.
- She's dead?

Yes, has been for two or three
years, I think. She was Canadian.

Martha! I often saw her at the bakery.

The bakery... The one by the square?

Yeah, the one where
Sarah used to work, pardi!

Ha! When these two started talking, you can be sure
that the wait would at least last for ten minutes!

She was... she was so sweet, so kind...

Things are not the same
since she's not here, Sarah...

Oh my, gotta go, I didn't see the time!

- It's nice to still be able to talk about her, to know she's not forgotten.
- I'm not forgetting Sarah…

She was always with you, asking you
to play football with the village's kids!

And when you put her on your shoulders to help her get some
cherries, you became redder than the cherries themselves!

That's true.

Marlène?

Well, don't be afraid, I don't bite!
Here, I've brought cheese.

The other day, like a
dork, I took it with me.

Well, that was not necessary, you
could have kept them. But thank you.

- If you're looking for Hugues, he's not here.
- No, no no, I was looking for you.

I mean, you're as much owner as he is.

And I believe that you're much more reasonable,
so it's no use to bother trying to reason him.

Because I know that you
know what my problem is.

And you know that if I'm trying to find a solution, it's
to try and improve my life, just like everyone else.

Oh yeah? So could you explain to me how the bank
would accept a credit if you already are in debt?

Wait a second, what are you doing here?

I'm proposing a very appealing offer, and what
do you do? You call me a thief? A con man?

You have four times more land
than I do, and what do you do?

How can I irrigate? Huh?

And us? Have you thought about
us? We need four times the water!

- And I don't know if you've noticed, but we have a child depending on it.
- Well, if that's the problem, it could be arranged.

What did you just say?

I'm saying that if we talked about this with Hugues,
we could arrange the situation. We'd find a solution.

Leave. I don't want to see you anymore.

You know, my offer won't last eternally.

- Hugues!
- Yeah?

- Hugues!
- Yeah, yeah!

Boris came. That's not possible, I can't take
it anymore. He got mad at me and threatened Tom.

You have to do something!

Shh…

It's all right, I'm here.
Everything's gonna be okay.

So what are you doing
here, all alone? You lost?

Yeah, I know who you belong to.

No wonder why you fled.

Come on.

Hello little guy!

Roméo!

Roméo!

Hugues, I'm really starting to
worry: You really didn't see the dog?

No.

It's been three days now.

The more I think about it, the
more I believe it could be Boris.

- Tom, have you seen Roméo?
- Nope.

I think we can forget about him anyway.

What the hell are you saying?

- Boris probably dealt with him.
- What.

- Why would you say this, Tom?
- He's mad at you, I'm sure it's him.

- I mean, to kidnap our dog…
- I didn't say kidnap.

- Don't say something like this! Are you out of your mind?
- Well, I'm going to check at the neighbours', ask them if they didn't see him.

Yes, please.

Tom!

What's happening?

If that's about the dog, I've been to the
neighbours', and they didn't see him...

But don't worry, we'll find him.

If it's not that, it's Boris.

You've seen him.

Earlier, I was on the path,
the one in the woods, just behind.

And... and I saw one of Boris's
horses all alone, so I brought it back.

Except that, well, Boris was there, and he
offered me to go and pet the horses, and.

I went with him and rode one of them.

But afterwards, I don't know, he talked to me about
the lake, and he wanted me to talk to you about it too.

I said to him that I didn't want to talk to him
about it, that he ought to talk about it with you.

And then he started to get mad...

And I don't know, I thought that he…

That he was about to hit me.

OK.

- You don't worry and go to your mother, alright?
- OK.

- And I'll come afterwards.
- Yes.

Later.

Boris!

Boris!

Boris!

Boris!

Boris!

Mum!

- Mum!
- What's happening?

What's wrong? What's happening?

Wait, sit down, tell me what's going on?

I've been to Roumégas,
to check on the irrigation.

On the way back, I saw a huge black cloud, so I went to
check on it, and the more I was getting close to Régagnac...

- And then I saw our field.
- What, the field?

- Speak!
- Totally engulfed in flames.

Fuck, can't believe it. Don't
move! Don't move an inch!

Mum!

It's okay!

It's okay!

Don't worry, it's going to be okay.

Look at me, look at me! It's all right, it's going to
be okay, have no worry, have no worry, I'm right here.

I'm right here.

Thomas!

I need you.

- What's going on?
- Nothing, nothing, working as usual.

- Who are you calling?
- Boris. I need my tools.

- Have you been able to estimate the loss, for the field?
- No, but it's huge, that's for sure.

- Here's to hoping it'll still be arable the next years.
- Yeah.

- By the way, you know, I was thinking that we could call Gilles…
- Yeah Boris, it's Hugues.

I know you've taken my tools,
and I need them right now.

OK.

Get by the hangar when
you can, but not in two hours.

See you.

You've kept my father's rifle?

Yeah.

You want it back?

No, you can keep it.

How's he doing?

Four years left.

I really appreciate, you know.

You, helping me out, like this.

And you listening to me.

Since Sarah died, I've
got no one around me.

It's like…

It's like everybody died along with her.

I mean, it's my fault
too: I shove people away.

It's just that I can't stand them anymore,
them and their looks full of pity…

When they look at me, they
don't see me: They see Sarah.

I usually don't care about what people think of me,
but in that case, I can't do it anymore. It's too hard.

You know, people only
see what you show them.

Yeah, I don't know.

You... You end up becoming... You're…

You just end up becoming
what they want you to be, and…

And this thing is a real vicious circle.

Maybe it shouldn't be up to them to
change for you to be able to move on.

Should be the other way
around, don't you think?

Huh?

What?

You afraid that people might forget her?

No.

I'm afraid to forget her myself.

Charlie said "time
will always do its work".

The memories, they just
disappear little by little.

At first, I thought that I'd feel her absence until the end
of my days, and I was afraid of this. Jesus, how afraid I was.

And it was somewhat reassuring you know,
she was always with me.

Except that it's not.

She too is starting to
become just a bad memory.

And it tears me, and it shames me.

I'm giving up on her, I really
feel like I'm betraying her.

It's good to not be stopped every
two seconds by some bullshit.

Thank you.

Shall we go?

- Hey!
- Yeah.

- Where do I put this?
- You leave them here, I'll just store them later.

- Oh my, a fuel can.
- Huh, yeah, I'll fill it back.

Sure hope so.

There you go. Huh, thank
you for lending them to me.

- Yeah, well I believe we should talk.
- Oh yeah?

Yeah. Let's walk for
a bit, if you don't mind.

Huh, yeah, if you want.

If I managed to hold it all
together, it's certainly for it.

Way more complex than whisky,
but more handmade than cognac.

Hold it together?

A companion among others.

But jazz and books have in my
case been way more effective.

We've come here to
talk about Sarah with you.

Did you know her?

No, sorry.

No?

You've never seen her?

I saw her once or twice,
but never talked to her.

It was my wife, Martha, that met her from time to time,
and they sometimes discussed at the bakery, in the morning.

And you, you've never been to the bakery.

This conversation is looking more
and more like an interrogation, am I right?

I just want to know more about
my sister's relations, that's all.

Ah, then I'm probably
not the best person for this.

My wife could have been able to help you,
but unfortunately she's not here anymore.

I wouldn't know much what to tell you.

So, Hugues?

What did you want to tell me?

My dog: Would you know where he is?

Marlène's getting worried, it's
been three days without any news.

Well no, I haven't seen him.

I've received a nomination for
this photo, the National Geographic.

You only do war photographs?

Oh, I'm too old for this now.

I've started doing portraits some
time ago, especially when I travel.

I love faces. It's a whole wide
world people carry with them.

Pesticides, my field, my dog!

- And my car? And my flat tire!?
- You tell me it's a coincidence!?

Fuck! And how can I make a living, huh!? I
don't know, have you thought about my family?

- I don't even know what you're accusing me of!
- Stop Boris, stop playing the innocent!

- May I?
- Sure, it's my war photos album, coincidentally.

- Did Sarah ever come here?
- Have your wife ever invited her in?

- Not that I'm aware of.
- Not once.

You really never talked to her?
Not even a greeting? Nothing?

Hélène, I totally understand
what you are doing.

I myself lost a significant other and the police already
asked me all those questions, so I'll just tell you frankly:

I have nothing to do with this.

- What you looking at?
- Nothing.

And those are my portraits.

Who do you think I am? Damn it!

- Lots of young women.
- Yes, huh, yes yes yes.

I'm looking for the flawless beauty.

- And did you find it?
- Ah, no, young man, for the flawless beauty does not exist.

Then why would you keep looking?

- You are never done with beauty.
- Eternity wouldn't be enough to grasp it.

You end up loving your desire rather than
the object of said desire.

Nietzsche.

Oh, this album is not very interesting, the photos are
always the same. I've got some nice landscapes that are...

No no

I like those portraits.

I'm fascinated by faces too.

A face can tell a long
story, you're right about this.

Ah shit!

- You've gotta stop, now.
- Hugues…

- You've got to stop now!
- Lower your weapon! Lower your gun, we'll talk seriously.

- This can't continue like this. Now you've gotta...
- You've got to leave us alone, my family and me, okay.

Yes yes yes, I'll leave you all alone.

- You should've discarded it.
- Why?

- You have to promise to stay away from us, very far away.
- Hugues, please, don't do this.

- Promise!
- Yes, yes, yes, I promise, I promise.

Should I have discarded all
the dead in my war albums?

This would be highly
disrespectful, don't you think?

Ah yeah? And keeping her
photo after killing her, that's respect?

- Promise!
- Yes yes, I promise, I promise!

What did you do to her?

- Have you wrecked my field?
- Hugues, I promised!

- I didn't kill your sister, that's nonsense!
- Did she suffer?

- Have you killed my dog?
- Listen, lower your gun, I'll tell you anything you want.

- Hélène, please!
- Answer me, damn it! Answer me!

- You threatened my family!
- Hugues!

Answer me!

- Lower your gun!
- This is absurd! I would have never been able to do such a thing!

- You threatened my son…
- Hugues…

Lower your gun!

Stop. Stop, I tell you.

Why did you lie?

I saw Sarah before she disappeared.

But since she died near my house, I…

That's stupid, but I was
afraid to be accused.

I only did a few portraits of her, that's all.

Really, I am... I'm really sorry.

Hélène, he lied but that
doesn't mean he killed her.

Now, I'm telling you: I prevented you from doing
something stupid once, I won't do it again.

- Leave me, okay!
- Come on, stop, we don't even have a proof against him!

- We'll find some proof.
- Cut the bullshit!

- This guy's a psychopath!
- Believe my experience.

No, I'm certain that he kept
a trinket when he killed her.

- Her wallet: It was gone when she was found.
- Hélène!

What are you doing? What's happening?

No no no no no! You don't have the right!
You can't search my house like this!

Come on, please, get down... The police
already came and didn't find anything!

Hélène! Please, get down right now!
You don't have the right!

Come on, tell her I've
got to speak with her.

Hélène, the hell are you doing right now?

Yeah, you're right: We'll talk!

- It's Sarah's necklace.
- No, it was Martha's!

- Don't fucking lie to me!
- I swear, we bought it in Canada, it was the same colour as her eyes!

- Listen, you're just telling me bull...
- No, now you're the one that's going to listen!

I've spent my whole life around bombs and bullets
and people angrier than you. Yes, way angrier,

and I didn't come here to retire for a hysterical girl to
accuse me because she's desperately looking for an easy culprit!

So I'm going to give you a friendly advice: Now
you're going to go home and leaving me alone, alright!

And you'll never com back here, is that understood! Because
otherwise I'm the one that's going to pull up the gun!

Well come on, pull up your
gun! Come on, take it out!

- Come on, take her home, because otherwise I'll...
- I believe that I'll... I'll... I'll lose my patience.

Before what? Before what!?

- Damn it, come on. Move, fucking move!
- Put your weapon down!

Shut up Léonard! I'm
gonna kill you, you know that?

- Hélène…
- He murdered my sister, Thomas.

- We'll just denounce him to the police.
- They won't do shit. He left her to rot by a lake, Thomas!

- Believe me, you'll thank me later.
- But it's him! It's him, dammit!

We'll denounce him!

I promise you that you would have
regretted it for the rest of your life.

No, he deserves to die.

You sister deserved to live. If you can't change
one, you don't have the right to change the other.

Now come.

I'm warning you: If the police doesn't do their job, you
better hide well. 'Cause I'll come back and do you in.

How dare you! Huh! This case has already been judged!
And you have no right on me, do you understand?

Thomas! He's gonna
get away because of you.

- Give... give me this gun!
- Leave me!

It was her or me, Thomas.

Your father would have understood.

Fuck!

Are you stupid!?

7 YEARS LATER

You know, the other night, we
found a little birdie by the road.

Liam absolutely wanted to bring it
back home. He did all he could to fix it.

He fed it every two hours.

He even put an alarm at night
to wake up. What nonsense.

So we told him that it was useless,
that birds don't survive this, but hey...

Go explain this to a kid.

Still, the day after, it was impossible to make
him leave his room: He didn't want to go to school.

Kids really bond with anything.

I eventually killed the bird.

Well, what did you want me to do?
Couldn't have done anything else!

They don't want to understand
that there are other priorities in life.

And what's the moral of the story?

The moral?

Kids are stupid.

- If only it was just kids…
- Ha!

At least, he learned.

He learned what? That kids are stupid?

No, that you can't bond
too much with everything.

You know, before, I used to think that...

What?

There was a time when I would've told you that if you
can't give life, you shouldn't have the right to kill.

And now?

Now, I'd just tell you that…

If you want to inflict death, you
have to be ready to receive it in return.

What, you gonna kill me?

No, no, it's just a bird.

Anyway, I won't get involved in things
that are not my business ever again.

- Yes… Hello! I'm sorry…
- Well, I'm fine, thank you!

- On the 17… Yes, I guess we could…
- Charlie, I'm gonna go.

- One moment please...
- Excuse me, one second.

Bye Tom, thanks. See you. Ah, and if you find things
that you'd want, don't hesitate and take them!

No, don't worry. My attic is already full.

Yes! No no, I'm listening…

Huh, it's totally negotiable...

It all depends on what you want…

Subtitles & translation: Vincent Lagaillarde