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Previously on Public Enemy...

What's in there?

I can't carry a gun.

I gave your name and address as guarantor.

Keep your nose clean.

- I thought you'd be at the site. - It's over.

No one came to work today. No one will come tomorrow.

The province will withdraw and I'll be screwed.

Come for dinner.

- To your place? - Yes.

I'm sorry.

B�ranger killed children.

He violated all the laws, man's and God's.

But he has paid for his crimes.

My mother pinned a cloth on the door. It meant she had a visitor.

- What did you do? - I sat on my bed, facing the wall.

As if the wall was watching me...

The Black Angel... B�ranger is her idol.

She wants him to know she's his best pupil.

Sarah Decoster. Ring a bell?

You think she did it?

She won't come without B�ranger there.

You're in charge, Micha�l. It's your call.

You know what I see when I look at you? A daddy's girl.

Don't move! Drop that.

What will you do now, Sarah?

Welcome to this special bulletin.

This is the face of Sarah Decoster, perhaps the new face of horror.

She took her own life yesterday.

She had just met a man who'd always fascinated her...

Guy B�ranger.

It was in this old quarry that Sarah killed herself.

The daughter of Jean Decoster, owner of Pharma Research,

Sarah was the main suspect in the murder of No�mie Van Assche.

which took place in Vielsart,

where Guy B�ranger currently lives at the abbey.

- She was staying here? - Yes, over there.

She was here a few days.

At the campsite where she lived in her van, people are stunned.

They had no idea they were living next to a fan of the notorious killer.

She was weird but it's been crawling with whackos since B�ranger came.

We can't pick and choose.

We're at 10% of capacity.

Usually, we're packed out.

Apparently, the police set up a meeting

between Decoster and B�ranger to make her confess.

The operation went wrong and the young woman suicided

before police could intervene.

Your Honour? Judge Henrart?

- Did Sarah kill No�mie? - Did B�ranger have disciples?

We have no firm conclusions at this stage.

What exactly is going on? We want more info...

Tensions have run high

since Guy B�ranger took up residence in the abbey.

The discovery of No�mie's body has revived tensions

and caused complete panic in the village.

Will yesterday's tragic events mark the end of this affair?

The residents of Vielsart certainly hope so...

I'm coming!

What's wrong?

My son...

I want to see my son.

I don't know your son.

Where can I find him?

...she wrote to the famous killer when he was in prison,

which begs the question...

What role did B�ranger play in this tragedy?

PUBLIC ENEMY

We haven't spoken for 30 years.

She's still your mother.

I have too much work here.

You know...

I didn't speak to mine for nearly 10 years.

She couldn't forgive me. Neither could I.

Then she died.

Why would I see her now?

After all these years,

what would it change?

Not a day goes by without me wishing I'd talked to her one last time.

You can wrap things up for today.

Shit!

Goddammit!

Fuck, fuck!

Sorry.

I was saying that I have good news and bad news.

Emile's retardation seems to be stabilising.

That's good for the handling of his treatment.

But the disease has two different aspects.

For cognitive and emotional functions, it's stabilising.

That's the good news.

Now for the bad.

The results of the MRI

indicate that his motor functions are at risk.

- What do you mean? - Prognosis?

It's hard to pin down. Treatments improve all the time.

How long will treatment last?

You must understand that this is for life.

I've made a summary chart

for Emile's diet.

You must avoid offal, crustaceans.

Children don't like them anyway...

But chocolate must go too.

When you say motor functions...

You must get used to the idea

that Emile could lose mobility within months.

There is a centre.

It's a specialised care centre where he would get the care he needs.

He wouldn't be alone.

He isn't alone.

It's a difficult decision.

But I ask you to think about it.

Talk it over together.

It's his birthday today.

It can wait a few days.

I got you some cheesecake.

- Why? - Just being friendly.

Here...

Do we really have to?

Listen. It's garbled but he talks to her till the end.

- Were they complicity? - He drove her to suicide.

Her guilt is convenient. Especially to him.

Two days ago, you were after her. Now you say she's innocent?

She didn't kill No�mie.

Her cutter matches the mark on No�mie.

- Anyone can buy a cutter. - Not everyone kidnaps kids!

You need some rest, Chlo�.

You've been here 24 hours!

Get some sleep.

What's your problem?

My problem is that I have a suspect in the morgue.

Now you tell me she's innocent. My problem is that I listened to you!

Not what happened between us?

What exactly did happen?

They want you at the abbey.

- Here? - Higher.

Go on.

- Here? - Yes. Stop there.

- We deserve a beer, don't we? - Yes.

Why isn't it chocolate?

It's vanilla this time. You like vanilla too.

- What about the candles? - Not now. When the guests are here.

Do you want to taste?

I didn't mean to.

I'll clear up.

It's good!

Me too.

- Wait... - No!

Stop it!

It's okay, kiddo.

It's okay.

- No way! - He's a free man.

Subject to conditions.

The court has agreed.

He can't be trusted. Believe me.

His mother is dying.

He's a liar. He'll trick us whenever he can.

I don't think so.

Why?

He cares about his novitiate. He's working at it.

- You think that will stop him? - If I'm with him, yes.

Nothing will happen, I promise.

Okay.

But we do it my way.

It's no limo but it's still running.

What?

We're doing the right thing.

Keep your moral teachings for him.

I didn't mean to offend you.

I just can't help thinking...

that we're in the same boat.

- Our destinies are linked to his. - Not mine.

I've had my fill of freaks and killers.

Don't you see we do the same job?

Getting him back to a normal life.

Up at five, prayers, silence, tea and bed...

That's a normal life, is it?

More normal than yours anyway.

Enjoy the trip.

They say the worst thing for a parent is to lose a child.

There are no words to describe it.

You bend over backwards, protect, educate, spoil them...

hoping to make them invincible.

In the end,

you never know what's going on in their head.

You did your best.

Don't talk rubbish.

You know what they're saying!

A spoilt child,

meek, irresponsible parents.

That...

That's the worst thing that can happen to a father.

I'm sorry.

Why? It's not your fault.

It is.

I was in charge of the operation.

I hesitated.

If it wasn't for me, your daughter...

Your daughter would still be alive.

It must be hard for you to tell me this.

But the truth...

is that Sarah...

my Sarah...

died long ago.

You want to know what I think?

It's time someone rid us of that monster.

I need air.

- Open your window. - I can't. My hands are tied.

Perfect, thanks.

Someone's thirsty!

- Easy on the beer. - Don't worry. I'm keeping tabs on them.

- Are you okay? - I'm okay.

You're stunning.

Governor!

Don't carry on! It's Sunday.

- How many have you had? - Piss off!

Bastien!

Bastien, stop!

- He started it - Stop it right now!

Rubbish!

Rubbish!

Each in turn.

What's going on?

She says the monster is No�mie's friend. It's not true.

Is this the monster?

Yes.

The monster's in black. No�mie is below.

- Did she say who the monster was? - No.

It's very important. Tell me.

Do you know him?

Is he from Vielsart?

I don't know. She didn't tell me.

She said it was a secret and she couldn't tell anyone.

Is everything okay?

Watch the kids. There's something I have to do.

The presents, the presents...

One moment, please...

I won't make this long.

Four years ago,

the doctors told us...

that Emile would remain a little chap for a long time.

They told us...

he would never be like other kids.

To us, "other kids" means nothing.

For a father and a mother, there are no "other kids".

Emile...

is my son.

Our only son.

He's a gutsy kid.

He goes through it all...

tests, setbacks, ordeals...

Never giving up, never complaining.

Emile, your mum and I are proud of you.

To us, you're the biggest little chap ever.

To Emile!

Presents now!

Wait, that's not all!

E... den... Haz... ard...

They all signed.

Actually, Emile, fancy kicking a ball around with him?

Emile give me that.

Give it to me.

Obey your father! Hand it over.

What were you thinking? What's this?

- A knife. - What did I tell you?

No guns.

- What about that game hold you about? - I Couldn't find it.

You treat him like a kid.

He is a kid, who'll be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

What?

We got the test results.

We don't know how much longer he'll be able to walk.

I want this day to go well, understood?

I'm doing my utmost to look like a normal family.

Have you noticed who's here?

Can't you see I'm trying to patch things up?

I need this project, dammit!

And you barge in with your knife!

Are you okay?

She wants to be alone with her son.

That's out of the question.

Get out.

Well, Governor, you did good!

Great present!

Yours was pretty...

- original. - No.

I fucked up, as usual.

I love that kid.

I forget he's just a kid in his head.

But no more.

- What do you mean? - Emile won't able to walk anymore.

His legs. It sucks.

The knife wasn't a good idea.

Neither was the football.

The jersey!

He can always wear the jersey!

Patrick's bustin his balls.

The brewery.

- It's a great project. - I'm not here to discuss that.

Now, please, excuse me.

It's B�ranger, isn't it?

He's what you're scared of.

Scared?

If he's your problem, don't worry.

Here, we take care of problems like that

ourselves.

What did you say?

Nothing. He's going to think things over.

What did you talk about?

You know the fuck what.

It's time someone control here.

- Beat it! - What?

Get your stuff, that fucking knife, your pals and get the hell out!

- 5 minutes! - Fuck, Patrick...

The wall watched me.

What did you say?

Look how you're dressed.

Who dressed you like that?

The monks.

Things going well with the monks?

They're all making fun of you, you know.

I see it on TV...

They're making fun of you, poor boy.

What are you up to with the monks?

I pray.

Ah, you pray.

For me, perhaps?

'Cause you left me here to rot.

You think it was tough in prison?

What about here?

This was worse than prison.

You let me die, yes...

You let your poor mother die.

Do you have the slightest regret?

Of course not.

But then,

you've never been good at that.

You've never been quite right up there, have you?

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Pass me that.

Give... Give it to me. Give me that.

Give it to me.

Could you raise the blind?

Where is he?

It's over.

I wish to return to the abbey.

I don't think we need those.

Since I was a kid, I heard local hunters

talk about a spotted deer. The swiftest ever seen.

Everyone wanted it.

No one managed to shoot it.

One autumn day, I was coming home through the woods.

It was the end of the season. I stopped,

and I saw him.

He looked me right in the eye.

Then he ran off. I went after him.

I tracked him for miles.

Suddenly, he was waiting for me.

As if he wanted to take me somewhere.

I followed him two days and nights.

I was bushed. I couldn't feel my feet, I was out of water.

On the third morning, I saw him again.

There he was.

I put down my bag.

I looked at him one last time.

I took aim.

I didn't fire right away

I was afraid I was doing a bad thing,

shooting something sacred.

I got him, first shot.

I won't give up on this project.

There's nothing I can do.

The same project in the village next door, no problem.

I'm going to need an administrator.

Someone I can trust.

In a couple of years, when all this is forgotten,

the business manager will rake it in.

Your term is nearly up. You're looking for something new.

I know you, you're the restless type.

You and me could the kings of petrol. Like before.

You killed her?

You pushed Sarah to suicide. Why?

She saw the police coming. You gave her no choice.

You told me she was innocent. She had a choice.

Sarah was a very bright child.

Well above average.

But way too sensitive.

She couldn't live without me.

So she killed herself.

A flamboyant gesture.

Brave, even. Is that what bothers you?

Is that how you see suicide?

- An act of courage? - Sarah didn't believe.

It was her logic, her decision. I had nothing to do with it.

You played with her.

You spurred her on. Freaks like you get off on that.

You crushed her like a bug.

If it's easier for you to believe that, Chlo�...

What should I believe then? Sorry, I don't get it.

You're the victim?

The world must die 'cos Mummy was nasty?

You think you're special, B�ranger?

You're just ordinary.

As ordinary as stupid wallpaper.

Shit!

Get off my hood!

Why are we here?

We're going hunting.

Here, it's all I could find.

Vincent, you can't touch guns anymore. Remember?

No one tells me what to do. No one.

- I'm just saying... - Well, shut up.

Look at the others.

They aren't bitching.

Gr�goire?

Come on!

Where to?

The abbey.

Thank you. Emile loves his gift.

My pleasure.

I wanted to say,

you're very brave.

Emile is lucky to have you.

I feel we have no right to happiness.

It's as if... the fates were against us.

It's Patrick I'm worried about.

He used to be able to change the world, like that.

We never understood why he left the party.

- He was made for it. - Yes.

He was the best.

What happened?

When Emile fell ill, trick dropped everything.

I'd never have coped alone.

I'm sorry, I didn't know.

How could you?

He could be where you are now.

It would be you asking him to sign contracts.

Come on, with me... 1, 2, 3...

- What's going on? - It's OK.

- What have you done now? - Let me go, wino!

Go home, right now!

Go on!

Is it over?

- Yes. Let's get him to his room. - OK.

Come on, kiddo.

Shit.

Stay where you are.

Lie down, you!

Drive away, dammit! Drive.

Need a hand?

Breakdown?

We're fine, thanks.

You're a long way from the village.

We're six strong men.

We'll give you a tow.

It'll take five minutes.

Help's on the way.

- Who did you call? - Help.

Vincent what are you doing?

Come on, guys. We're going to give her a hand.

Don't make me repeat myself. I don't need your help.

That's not very polite, you know.

Turn around, Vincent. You shouldn't be carrying a gun.

- Drop it, Vincent. - Fuck her if she doesn't want help.

Last chance. Put the gun down and turn around.

What are they doing?

Stay down.

On your knees.

On your knees! Hands on your head.

What are you going to do?

Six of us and little old you. Kill us all?

No, just you.

Lie down...

Okay, you guys in the car, get out so we can see you.

Stop messing around, Vincent.

Leave us alone.

- Lucas, get back in the car. - Hell...

- Who's he? - Lucas.

My brother. He lives at the abbey.

Look!

Get the motherfucker!

I've got him!

Dimi, take Baptiste to my brother's.

Let's go. We've got big game to hunt.

Vincent...

I don't want to fight with you.

Don't do this.

Glad to see you too.

I've just spoken to Bernard.

He's willing to defend the project.

What did you tell him?

The truth.

How is he?

- Exhausted. - He had a big day.

I don't want him to go.

I'm a doctor. I don't need their centre.

I can take care of him.

Today, he's 14.

I'm 45.

I can still carry him.

When he gets heavier, who will carry him?

You? Have you thought about that?

He has to meet people

who can help him when we no longer can.

He needs to trust them. Like a second family.

- Fucking idiot! - Calm down.

Calm down. It's all right.

- What's this? - He needs treatment.

What the fuck have you done?

- I'll call an ambulance. - No!

- Was Vincent with you? - He sent us here.

You can't let him bleed!

- Is everything okay? - It's nothing. An accident.

I have to go and get my things.

Could you get out, please?

The ambulance is on its way. Let's give him some space.

I had him, dammit! We lost him!

- Cool it! Vincent will get him. - Get who?

B�ranger!

B�ranger ran away into the forest!

He can't be right. You saw him. He's wasted.

He probably shot himself.

Thanks for the show.