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SLACK BAY

'Nough of this, I'm off home.

Ma Loute, give it a damn rest!

Always moanin'! We're done now, with the tide comin' in.

Let's go, you kids!

Hey, Pa!

Help me!

The joy of it!

The joy of returning each year to this coast!

Of seeing these landscapes!

Look! Mussel-gatherers!

How picturesque!

Move, Ma Loute.

Isn't it, Billie?

Andr�...

What an extraordinary spot you picked...

to build your Typhonium!

That crate stinks!

Ma, he spit on me!

What's goin' on back there?

Ma Loute! Clo-Clo!

Cut that out, damn you!

He disappeared here.

Here?

Here over there.

- Here here? - Here down there.

Down there?

Folk don't disappear.

We found his specs there.

A vacationer?

Affirmative. A gent from Lille.

Let's take a look-see.

I'm gonna fall. I'll slide down on my bum.

Oops a daisy...

Malfoy! Malfoy!

Comin', Chief.

- You could've hurt yourself. - It's nothin'.

- So here? - Affirmative, Chief.

That flag's where the fellow lost his specs.

I'll take a look.

Last week's was a vacationer too.

A missus from Roubaix.

- Lille, Roubaix... - Tourcoing.

We don't want a series.

One, two, three, four...

There's something fishy goin' on.

Ma, I'm sick of carryin' the sacks.

- Quit your gripin'. - Why's Wee Louis always pushin'?

'Cos he's tinier.

- Stop it! - Cut that out!

Give it a rest!

Get started on the mussels.

Come here, you!

Ma Loute!

Hurry now!

Start on the mussels.

Your brother's gone, help me unload.

Come here!

Calm yourselves down!

Children!

Children!

It's dangerous down there!

It's muddy in the bay!

It's muddy in the bay!

The wisteria...

Nad�ge...

You're spreading the dust around.

Dust must be chased off.

Chased off how?

What a goose... Peel some potatoes instead.

Off you go, scram. Be gone with you!

The wisteria!

Isabelle!

The wisteria!

You'll break your neck, Isabelle!

No, I won't, Andr�. The wisteria?

It's huge!

It has grown two meters!

It's a year since you saw it.

Things grow, Andr�. They grow.

See if the little maid has found the potatoes.

The potatoes, yes, of course.

My dear?

If she finds them, what do I say?

Tell her to peel them!

Peel them...

Peel the potatoes...

My mistake, it's not this way.

Excuse me...

Young lady, have you found the potatoes?

I'm wipin' 'em, sir.

Pardon me?

I'm wipin' 'em.

Madame wants them peeled.

I ain't peelin' 'em, I'm wipin' 'em,

I see...

Is it worth cleaning them if you're going to peel them?

You wash 'em, then you wipe 'em,

then you peel 'em.

And then what?

You cut 'em! Into chips!

And you dump 'em in oil. And then what?

You eat 'em! They're so good, sir!

I'll tell Madame that.

Clean, wipe, peel...

Peel, clean...

Don't fall in, missus!

The Eternal.

- The Eternal? - Aye.

The sailors' savior.

- Not Our Savior? - Nah!

He saved folk who perished at sea.

100 folk about.

100 people...

He's a ferryman now, crossin' the bay with his lad, Ma Loute.

- For jus' 20 centimes. - Yes, it's not a lot.

Unsteady on your pins?

- Can you take me across? - Yes, 20 centimes.

Here you are.

Hold your arms up.

Hold your arms up.

Help!

He'll us!

Help, we can't swim!

Help!

Come and help us.

What's goin' on?

We're stuck in the mud! Help us!

We're soaked! There's water everywhere!

Usually, we cross easily.

We live there.

Where do you live?

Not in the oyster bed?

Has the cat got your tongue?

You're from the village?

I recognize you.

You were gathering mussels.

I'm Billie.

My cousins, Blanche and Gaby.

What's your name?

Ma Loute!

Ma Loute!

Your name's Ma Loute?

His name's Ma Loute.

I'll go!

As you can see...

Isabelle is hard at work.

Isabelle, your brother's here!

Christian! What a lovely surprise!

I'm a whirlwind. The house is an icebox.

No, Nad�ge, not like that.

I said to fold it properly.

One, two, three!

Are...

Are...

your children here?

They're washing in the bathroom.

On arriving,

they went and fell in the mud of the bay.

They don't waste time.

So I see.

Are you still in Calais?

Yes, I'm very happy there.

You don't regret swapping the Nord for the Pas-de-Calais?

Not in the least.

How is my uncle?

Father's well. Very well.

Your sister is very busy here.

You might not see her today.

It doesn't matter.

I came to say hello. I'll come back. I live nearby.

See you soon, Christian.

It was good to see you, Christian.

We know what to do, Andr�,

but we do not do.

Here he comes...

Uncle!

- Hello, Uncle! - Billie's a boy again!

Did you dirty your dress, pussycat?

Uncle!

That's enough! Scram, children!

Scram!

They're utter rascals, Christian.

They do that to tease you, you know.

Come on...

- I'll see you off. - You're not staying?

Come to lunch on Saturday.

Or Sunday after the procession.

Really, Nad�ge, what are you doing down there?

Odd it's not folk from around here disappearin'.

Disappearances are often mysterious.

What?

Chief!

I've found a boat washed up on the beach.

What? A shipwreck? Let's go, lad!

I have to stop or I'll puke.

What a harrowing sight!

- A boat that got wrecked, missus. - It's dreadful...

A sailor knows what fate awaits him!

And a sailor's son's sayin' so!

Naughty man!

Not a soul.

All disappeared.

Malfoy, report to Calais.

Affirmative, Chief.

I already have two.

Two folk disappeared.

I ain't takin' those.

I work on land,

not in the briny.

- Still here, missus? - No.

- You are. - I'm not.

You are.

- Someone disappeared? - No.

- Yes. - No.

But I heard you.

Scram!

Off you go now!

- Help! - Go on!

- Rape! - Be gone with you!

See that, Malfoy? Damn hysteric!

What's this now?

Ain't it that missus's parasol?

Dunno. I'll take a look-see.

Malfoy, help me up!

Some missus lost her parasol.

I recognize it.

That missus we saw ten minutes back.

Dunno.

- Maybe it blew away. - No wind.

Folk don't lose parasols like gloves.

Very mysterious.

Aye.

Dismissed.

Pat!

Who wants more foot?

Clo-Clo?

Wee Louis?

Ma Loute?

Sure? Plenty left.

Aye.

- Sure? - Aye!

Big toe?

A little toe?

Bit of brain?

Finish up, then go and play.

Why're you here?

Finished at the swells'?

Stop watchin' me piss.

Want me to eat you?

Divine!

Truly divine!

It's divine. Divine.

A bird!

Good day.

Two unique omelettes.

It's staggering. Look at that.

That seaman is quite admirable.

A sort of incarnation

of complete beauty...

The omelettes...

Sublime...

Sublime.

Such utter beauty!

It's sublime.

Just look at that seaman.

Such simplicity...

A sort of... etching.

Look,

the proof that a seaman can be a quintessence

of beauty.

Perfection...

it's a picture...

Papa! Mama!

Get away from that! Scram! Get off the boat!

Really, children!

That's enough now!

Is that any way to behave?

Can't you see that good man is working?

You've lost your minds!

- We're sorry. - We didn't know.

We were only playing.

These people...

They can't appreciate your games.

They're not people like us, see.

Don't talk like that, Isabelle.

Go and play in the bay.

Go and play in the bay.

Your nerves.

Your nerves!

Dressed as a boy?

Of course.

Thank you.

Billie, let's go.

Hello, sir.

Hell's bells!

Machin, Calais police.

The oysterman said a missus came down here.

Carry her over?

You know, we carry folk over every day.

A fat lady with a yellow parasol.

We get 'em fat, short, normal, tall...

- What's your name? - Brufort.

Brufort?

And you, lad?

Brufort!

- Where d'you live? - St. Michel.

Awright.

Can you cross on foot here?

Depends on the tide. We have a boat.

I already went in once!

Honestly!

That's your first warnin'!

Don't try for a second one!

Waitin' for my shoes to dry. And my socks, Malfoy.

Right you are, Chief!

You catch a chill from your feet!

That's why folk wear shoes, Malfoy!

One hell of a place.

One hell of an observation post too.

It's incredible, understood!

That's firstly.

Secondly, Isabelle,

we should not restore them either!

For me, that's unacceptable!

Thirdly, he says we should let them die!

I'm outraged, Isabelle!

It's outrageous!

Sir!

Police!

Machin, inspector from Calais.

Quite a view you've got! And your house ain't like others!

What style is this?

It's a villa in the Egyptian style.

The Ptolemaic style, Inspector.

Built in marble stone from the Marquise quarries.

Looks like cement over it.

Absolutely.

It's entirely covered in coating.

Entirely covered in coatin'?

Cement, then.

Yes, absolutely.

A lot to cover.

A remarkable job.

So, Mr... Mr. what?

Andr� Van Peteghem. From Tourcoing.

Tourcoing?

Sorry to barge in on you...

Did you see anythin' queer out in the bay?

I'm askin', sir, 'cos of your fine view.

A fine view... We can see.

We can see.

On a tiny scale, as you can see.

Tell me, Inspector, what should I have seen?

Folk disappearin', say.

People have disappeared in the bay?

Aye, two folk gone and disappeared.

Lille and Roubaix.

Plus another.

You saw no one disappear yesterday?

Quite frankly, Inspector,

I don't keep a watch on the bay all day!

- Quite a view... - One no longer notices it.

One sees it so much, one no longer notices it anymore.

Queer you should say that...

livin' in a place like this.

You don't look at your view?

My children!

But they went down to the bay!

Shove over.

There they are, look!

- With their cousin. - See, Mr. Van Pettigen.

It's a grand observation post.

What a fright you gave me, Inspector.

What a fright!

Mind you don't hurt yourself.

I'm countin' on you if you see something.

Bye now.

Malfoy!

- What? - Where'd you get it?

A young couple we took out.

- Where from? - Lille.

Young ones are tasty.

This is St. Michel?

- The fishers' district. - Not many folk about.

Out at sea.

You said it.

Hey, you kids!

Come here!

What's your name?

Cat got your tongue?

The Brufort house?

There?

There?

There?

D'you know where the Bruforts live?

- Chief! - There?

The Bruforts live there.

They live there?

Inside, you kids!

Mrs. Brufort, police! To see your husband.

- What for? - I need to see him again.

Hello again.

You live here?

Why did your kids lie?

My kids never lie.

- Sure? - Positive.

Awright. D'you know this person?

No. You needn't have bothered comin'.

Malfoy! Malfoy!

I've cracked my tailbone!

Think it's funny?

They enjoyed that.

Billie! Come, Billie!

Come and give your mother a kiss!

What a naughty boy!

Such a naughty boy.

How are my nieces?

How are my beauties?

Come along.

And how's my little brother?

How is he in his amazing Typhonium?

Hello, Aude.

Isabelle, you look resplendent.

Resplendent.

My God, it's beautiful!

Andr�! Sweet Jesus, it's beautiful!

Look at the view you have here!

Billie, have you ever seen the like?

I'll never get used to this glorious view!

Yet you come every year, Aude.

Every year.

Really, you horrible man!

Do you take me for a crank?

Or I come too often, is that it?

I come too often?

Isabelle, say something.

Say something.

Look, a heron!

What a fine creature! A heron!

- Your luggage? - The chauffeur is bringing it.

This villa...

Andr�, such audacity!

Such architecture!

Billie, enough! You're hurting me!

Billie...

Billie!

He has such a temper, that one!

Just let him sulk, girls!

Can you take me across? I'll pay you tomorrow.

Why are you dressed as a boy if you're a girl?

You ain't a boy?

No, I'm a girl, Ma Loute.

I'm just in disguise.

Come to sea.

Hold the dish, please.

He's so stubborn, we won't see him today.

Not at all, Aude.

Billie is a sweet boy.

He knows we eat at 12:30 sharp.

Besides, it's vacation.

Hold the dish for me.

What do you think, girls? Is he a sweet boy?

Have you lost your touch?

Surely we can taste the beast? Can't we?

That's enough!

One doesn't laugh at food!

I'll carve it in the kitchen. Come with me, Nad�ge.

Bring Monsieur's knife.

My poor Andr�!

My poor Andr�!

Why the devil wasn't the joint carved in the kitchen?

You're so clumsy with your hands.

Why humiliate yourself?

It doesn't matter, Aude.

You can't be like Papa!

What are you plotting?

Nad�ge, serve Madame.

Wonderful!

Some beans, ma'am?

Some green beans?

Nad�ge, serve Monsieur!

Surely Billie won't go all this time without eating?

You said it yourself...

He can be very obdurate, can't he?

Yes, but not all this time! Not all this time, Andr�, really!

Perhaps we should report his disappearance.

His disappearance?

Yes! Billie has disappeared, hasn't he?

I'll call the police right away!

The police?

But why the police?

Stay back, missus!

It's dangerous!

I ain't a rescuer! Get back!

She's my sister, Inspector.

Her son has disappeared and may be out at sea.

- Andr�! - Yes!

The lifeboat lads are doin' their best.

Ma Loute!

Don't you realize the danger of the sea?

Some idea, goin' out in this weather!

To get tossed about!

Don't we have enough on our plates?

The sea, hell's bells!

It can swallow you up!

What d'you say?

It's not funny. Look at me, you!

And you, madam.

Don't comfort your kids!

I'll tell you why.

They're reckless, goin' out to sea like that!

There's a storm on!

Waves and all!

And the wind!

And the waves!

The families,

the children...

the police...

the horses...

the sailors and everyone!

Honestly!

Everyone's brought out!

What's the idea?

Really...

- Billie, my boy! - I'm coming, Mama!

With nothin' found, Malfoy, I'm swellin'!

I'm swellin' and swellin'.

Found anythin'?

Can't understand nothin'!

Can't understand you!

It's that tin can!

Go back under!

It's the Bruforts!

Let's go, Malfoy. One, two!

One, two!

Mr. Brufort, got yesterday's boat back?

I see why you're the Eternal.

You've saved many a life!

We admired you at work.

You saved your lad's life.

And young Petergem.

I'm back 'cos more folk have disappeared.

That missus in the photo wasn't familiar...

but I saw you with the couple.

You ain't gonna blame me for folk that disappear!

Keep your hair on, sir.

You're a witness.

I take 'em out, then they leave.

That's all.

That's all, sir! I jus' need to know.

It's my job, see.

Billie!

What's going on now? Can't you give it a rest?

What a charming bird! A blackbird, isn't it?

Andr�!

Hell's bells, see that?

- What? - The lass is a lad.

What?

That lad there!

He's a lass!

That lass?

The lad saved with young Brufort.

That's the Van Petrgain lad.

He's a lad that's a lass.

Maybe it's a carnival outfit.

He's like a pederast...

A young 'un!

My pretty Billie...

He's a lad, that lass is.

Understand?

Chief, for me...

it's fish or fowl.

A lass stays a lass, and a lad stays a lad.

Christian! My cousin!

Here at the Typhonium! How incredible!

What are you saying, Aude?

Christian holes up here all summer, every year, like you.

Come and give your cousin a kiss,

you rascal!

Really!

Christian!

I was so scared. How are you?

Come sit on the terrace!

Andr� and Aude are already squabbling!

- Rascal! - A bit excessive...

Take a deck chair.

Look... it's waiting for you.

Christian!

You've been punished, you rascal!

Aude...

A finger of "wisseki"?

It's aperi... aperi...

aperitif time!

Andr�...

"Wisseki" too, Christian?

- "Wisseki", yes. - Andr�!

Ah, yes. Drat!

Some lemonade, then?

No, "wisseki", please, Andr�! "Wisseki".

All right!

A finger of "wisseki" for Christian.

Aperitif time.

And you, Isabelle?

A finger of port?

- A tiny finger. - A tiny one.

There.

Here, Isabelle.

And a "wisseki" for me.

It's insane!

It's aperi... it's aperi...

it's aperitif time!

Sorry... Hand it to me, my dear.

How glorious.

Here...

Nad�ge! The canap�s!

Nad�ge!

Comin' up, ma'am!

- It's the Procession tomorrow. - Oh, yes, the Procession!

I won't miss the Procession for anything! For anything!

- Why, my dear? - Why, my dear?

You really can't guess?

Nad�ge, there you are! Good!

No, we can't guess why.

Who returned

my Billie to me from the evil of the sea?

Who returned my Billie from the evil of the sea?

The Eternal, ma'am, Mr. Brufort!

Nad�ge, don't speak while serving!

- Andr�! - Nad�ge, really!

Naughty Nad�ge!

It wasn't Mr. Brufort. Who saved Billie?

Tell us, Aude!

It's intolerable!

It was...

It was...

the Virgin Mary

who watched over my Billie.

Our Lady of the Sea.

- No? - Of course.

Of course.

There...

A fine pilgrimage tomorrow to consecrate the Virgin.

Look who's here!

- Nad�ge, the Virgin Mary saved our Billie! - Christian!

It's my Billie!

My Billie!

Nad�ge, we're going to eat!

Call the girls down from their room!

Who is this big boy?

- Ma Loute, from yesterday. - Yes! How charming!

Ma... Ma...

Ma Loute, ma'am.

Do you want to invite your friend to eat with us, Billie?

What a charming idea.

In any case, my boy, we're indebted to your father.

- Thanks, sir. - "Thanks, sir"! Did you hear?

"Thanks, sir. "

Such an odd way of speaking.

What a wonderful accent he has.

Chrishtian, gimme yer arm.

Admire the Typhonium!

And the facade! Look!

The facade!

We stayin' long?

Aye.

I'm watchin' them Bruforts.

- The Eternal. - The Eternal Brufort.

He's takin' folk across.

- His big lad ain't there. - Only normal.

He's messin' about with that creature.

The Van Petegams are queer.

A queer bunch.

That's a nudist!

She's totally naked!

Let's move, Malfoy.

We're coppers, not peepers.

Back up. We're coppers.

Back up!

It's a nudist dune, here!

- More queer folk... - Aye.

- A nymphomaniac... - Aye.

Pederast kids, a nudist...

- Aye. - And disappearances.

- Let's take a peep. - Aye.

- It's our job. - It is.

I'm the chief, I'll look!

She's disappeared!

She's disappeared!

She's gone!

Malfoy!

Come on!

Pull me up!

See that, Chief?

Vanished into thin air! The last straw.

Her mutt's here!

Hey, you mutt!

Duke!

It is rather curious, yes, indeed.

People have disappeared... a number of them...

over the last few weeks.

All of them here in the bay or in the Slack dunes.

- How is that possible? - People disappear.

It's the very nature of things.

I disappeared in the dunes last year.

For three hours.

- Remember, Andr�? - That's right, Christian.

But you got lost.

You disappeared yourself. This is different.

The police are very worried, you know!

Very worried!

Especially as all these people are from Lille-Roubaix-Tourcoing.

Lille-Roubaix-Tourcoing?

But that's terrifying, Andr�!

Terrifying!

Aren't we from Tourcoing?

We're from Tourcoing, Andr�!

You're scaring us. Not with the girls here.

There's nothing to fear!

Come, come! The police are hard at work.

They're watching the whole bay and will set things straight.

And our young friend is watching over everyone.

You'd protect us, wouldn't you, Ma Loute?

Aye, you'd protect us!

Nad�ge.

Must we renounce our outings to the bay?

That officer didn't seem very ardent...

He came here yesterday and seemed...

How can I put it?

Very involved.

Very involved.

He seemed very involved.

It's a very mysterious case though.

Without corpses!

As for me...

I have nothing to fear

from these disappearances!

I can visit the bay without danger!

I'm from Calais.

From Calais?

You're one of us, cousin!

You were born in Tourcoing and come from Tourcoing!

Traitor that you are!

Not at all.

He's right.

Of course he is.

No one from Calais has disappeared. Why worry him about his outings?

Of course! There's no danger, Christian.

No danger, Christian!

No danger!

As for me...

and Billie...

no outings alone until further notice.

You heard, girls. You too, Billie. With your friend, MoLouis.

Your new friend...

Never alone, never!

Here's the chicken!

At least our dear children were returned to us.

There's Providence at play in all this.

Those who are saved and...

the others.

These children have Grace, that's all.

They were saved

because they have Grace...

or because they were saved...

they have Grace?

Andr�, please!

All the same... it's predestination.

I don't care, Andr�!

Trust you, as a man,

to get on your high horse when a question bothers you.

However you see it, and as Papa always said,

we're Van Peteghems.

And, in that case, come what may.

The Van Peteghems don't disappear.

Neither I, Christian...

Van Peteghem of Calais in the dunes...

nor Billie Van Peteghem of Tourcoing at sea.

My cousin, you have understood me so simply.

Such are things, so...

let us give grace tomorrow to Our Lady of the Sea

for returning MoLouis and Billie to us.

Ma Loute.

Yes, Ma Loute!

What does Ma Loute mean?

Dunno, ma'am. It's jus' my name.

"It's jus' my name. "

My little Ma Loute.

This afternoon,

sand-yachting on the beach!

Come on!

Get off now.

Bravo!

Help!

Papa!

Hell's bells, who was drivin' this thing?

- Who was drivin' it? - My husband!

- Where's Mr. Van Petagain? - I don't know.

Where are you?

If you Please!

However unlikely it may seem...

there ain't no body. A mystery!

It's not possible!

It's not possible!

It is!

Another disappearance, ma'am!

A series of 'em.

One, two, three, four, five.

Show yourself!

Come to us!

My children...

That blew me away!

What in the devil's name is this vessel doing on the beach?

Machin!

Why is this vessel on the beach?

This vessel, Machin!

Mr. Porteghelm.

You ain't disappeared?

- You live here? - Yeah, it's my place.

St. Michel, the fishers' district.

C'mon.

Ma Loute, who's this?

Your girlfriend, Ma Loute!

She's beautiful!

- Where's she from? - Scram!

How old is she?

Beat it!

Jus' beat it!

Who is she?

What's this fuss?

It's them! Say somethin'!

It's Billie, Ma!

Beat it, I told you!

What you lookin' at?

I'm looking at where you live.

It's beautiful.

It's jus' normal.

What are you doing?

My children.

The roar of the lions...

the howl of the wolves...

the rage of the stormy ocean,

and the crashing breaker

are shares of eternity

too great for the eye of man.

As the boat was tossed,

the poet whispered to me

at the moment when I saw the rescuers

with our two young lost sheep.

In these troubled times, when our hearts shudder

before the immensity...

let's celebrate Our Lady of the Sea

who casts her gaze over each sailor in his rowboat.

Our Lady of the Seas watches over you like a light.

She blesses the frail craft...

turns them away from the perilous rocks...

and directs them towards the fishy depths!

I now invite you to commune

so that all our prayers may rise up

to Our Holy Lady of the Sea.

Trawl away, my children!

Trawl away!

Cockles and mussels to fill your baskets!

Amen.

Hello, sir.

Madam.

Mama...

Aude Van Peteghem.

Andr� Van Peteghem.

Hello.

Madame Van Peteghem.

Gaby.

Blanche.

My brother.

My love.

My love.

Billie, really!

Stop this perverse game!

It's odious!

Blessed art thou amongst women...

Jesus...

the fruit of thy womb...

Woe is me!

At this rate, I'm dumpin' the baby Jesus right here!

This child is the fruit of the blood...

of absolute evil, Andr�. Absolute evil!

You men!

I loathe you!

I loathe you all!

Not knowing who the father is, Andr�!

You and your depraved deeds!

Or those of our own father!

Come, Aude, we were drunk.

Be silent, Andr�!

You'd find words to excuse every horror!

You're the Devil!

Do you realize how you've hurt me, you and our father!

But he...

was he drunk at least?

Why...

Why invite Billie here every summer

if not to have him near you?

For his cousins.

Stop that, Andr�! Stop it!

Poor child! Poor child!

Who knows if I'm his father, or if our own father was?

He or you, what difference?

All the same...

How much of a man are you

to be so persnickety about the harm you do?

Poor Billie!

What kind of monster has our blood given birth to?

You ain't dressed as a lass no more?

I'm a girl dressed as a boy.

Inspector!

Mr. Van Pettigame!

We've come to see how you are.

After your crash in your sand yacht!

How amiable of you to come and see how I am...

Inspector Machin.

We're human.

Me too.

Chin up! Chin up!

We all went to commune

at Our Lady of the Waves.

The one who allowed us to recover Billie.

Your lad.

Your lass.

Lass or lad?

By the by, sir, some missus found this durin' the procession.

Mr. Christian Van Petegang's, so it says inside!

Imagine that...

That's my cousin's wallet. Well, my brother-in-law's.

Brother-in-law or cousin?

Cousin and brother-in-law, as I married his sister.

You married your cousin?

A cousin once removed, Inspector.

That's queer, innit?

It's quite the done thing in the great families of the Nord.

Cousins, male or female...

Same difference, then.

It creates industrial alliances, Inspector.

Industrial?

Hell's bells!

We ain't familiar with all that.

My wife ain't industrial!

The modern world, Inspector.

Capitalism...

Capitalism? Hell's bells!

Nad�ge, is Monsieur Christian here?

- Who, sir? - My cousin, Madame's brother!

Fancy... Madame's brother is your cousin? The nut!

Nad�ge, really, please!

No, sir. Your brother ain't back yet!

But that's incredible!

He should be. He was ahead of us!

He was due back ages ago!

Surely he hasn't disappeared, Inspector!

Christian has disappeared?

Enough, madam! Please!

We're still theorizin' here!

Calm yourself!

Stop countin' your chickens!

Your cousin...

No, he's my big brother.

Your big brother and cousin?

Mr. Christian Van Pettygam maybe ain't missin'.

Just hold your horses.

I have it all in hand now.

With Mr. Malfoy, my assistant.

It'll be awright. Take heart.

Will you take me across, Ma Loute?

You've got balls?

You're a lad?

You conned me!

Here's where they found Christian Pettygen's wallet!

And what if he fell from the cliffs?

What if he fell from the cliffs?

Nah, sir, we checked!

He can't have vanished into thin air!

No body fell from up here!

It's high.

It's so high...

Watch yourself, madam!

It's a miracle! A miracle!

It's a miracle, Inspector!

Hell's bells!

We're just above the statue of the Virgin!

She must have lifted her up!

Maybe 'twas the wind?

My angel!

Forgive me.

Look, fresh meat!

Get lost, you kids!

I told you before! Leave the meat be!

What the hell?

Give it a rest!

- You hurt? - Hold on.

You hurt?

You bit me!

It's my turn to play!

- It's my turn! - It isn't! Stop it!

For heaven's sake, stop that, children!

What's going on?

Blanche tried to take my turn!

Billie isn't with you?

And still no news of Christian?

Alas, no.

My Billie!

- My Billie! - Mama...

Keep that racket down!

Want this?

You too? I'll show you!

Honestly!

Thank you, Colonel.

It's quite a case, you know!

I'll spread my men out in the dunes.

Off you go.

If we don't find nothin', it's a mystery.

A total mystery.

In that case, there's nothin' we can do.

- I'm flyin' off! - I'll get a rope.

I'm flyin' off, Malfoy! I'm flyin' off!

- I'm flyin'! - I have things in hand.

I'm swellin'!

I'm swellin'!

- I'm swellin' 'cos I ain't findin'! - Don't worry.

Help, Malfoy!

You're takin' the case to heart, Chief.

Aye, that's why I keep swellin'.

Let's go, Malfoy!

Let's go!

Good luck, soldiers!

Good luck, soldiers! Good luck!

Look hard, lads.

Chief, they're here!

Chief, they're alive!

Good, lads.

People disappear.

It's the very nature of things.

This garden party...

I wanted to say, most sincerely,

from the very depths...

The general quality of your work... Admirable!

Thank you, sir.

Yes, because... you were always humane.

You remind me of what Victor Hugo said...

Yes, we all have amazing references!

"A powerful force!"

That's what you are!

"A powerful force. " Hugo wrote that!

A life force!

A life force, yes. A powerful one.

Whatever... You were admirable!

It was a tough case, Mr. Van Pettergerm.

And you handled it...

You're not merely an inspector. You use your intuition.

You have transformed our existence!

It's a happy "outcrumb".

Inspector Machin, who perceives things most skillfully,

says it's a happy outcome.

A happy "outcrumb", sir.

Beg pardon?

What did you say?

A happy "outscrum".

Pardon me?

A happy "outcrumble".

A happy outcome!

An outcome...

that, entirely thanks to you,

is full of harmony.

And joy!

Allow me to pay tribute, sir...

to the soldiers.

That goes without saying.

They were admirable.

To the colonel.

The colonel, yes.

- To the priest. - The priest.

The priest, the Virgin Mary...

A wonderful fellow, this priest.

To us!

Good health!

- Good health! - And to you!

Inspector!

Help!

I'm flyin'!

I'm flyin'!

I'm flyin' off to sea!

Chief!

Grab the rope!

Help!

Grab the rope!

Inspector Machin!

Catch me!

Grab the rope! Quick!

Hell's bells!

Are you hurt, Chief?

My friend!

Come, Machin.

Thank you.