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Previously on Public Enemy...

I know you. You're little Chloé. You made the headlines 20 years ago.

You have short hair now. It must have been dreadful.

We all have ghosts. They keep coming back.

-What are you doing here? -I thought you'd be bored without me.

Who's Jessica?

My sister. She went missing when I was 12.

You're not in prison now. You're part of a community.

How can you live here if you share nothing?

-It's the abbey van. -And?

You're going to repair it.

-Eddy! -Drop your gun.

No. Tell me where my son is.

-Maybe I can help. -Where was he?

-Near a bridge. -Kill the bastard!

Now!

Out of the way!

The kid... Is he alive?

Eat it.

No way.

Yuck.

Look. He's asleep.

What are you doing? Come back.

Look at this.

Look.

Do you like it?

-It's 50 francs -I have no money.

Pity.

-I'm scared. -Do as I do.

Our Father, who art in heaven, deliver us from evil...

PUBLIC ENEMY

The technique has improved.

The cut is neater as you can see on these close-ups.

Here... and here.

-He's getting better. -Still no trace of DNA.

Was he also hit on the head?

-No trace of injury or bruising. -What did he die of?

Cardiac arrest.

No medical history, no vascular fragility.

Normal heart weight.

See the blue traces under the nails?

Cyanosis indicates suffocation.

But there are no strangulation marks.

I know. But he stopped breathing and his heart stopped.

-Did you request a toxicology test? -It's under way.

He's changing his method.

He's experimenting.

Yet he feels no pleasure. It's mechanical.

Now we know it wasn't Sarah.

Excuse me.

-What is it, darling? -Will you be home soon?

You know I'm working.

I opened the fridge...

And I dropped the bottle of milk.

Now its... all oyer the place.

It doesn't matter.

Take some kitchen paper and wipe it up.

Okay? I'll get some milk on my way home.

I'll ask for the afternoon off.

See you later. And stay out of the fridge.

-Okay? -Yes. Nothing serious.

Two victims.

And two signs.

Both times, he was out and about.

We're in deep shit.

-Have you questioned him? -He says he saw the kid near a bridge.

The only bridge is in Rance. We found nothing.

We don't know if he's telling the truth.

He may have said that under torture.

It doesn't make sense. Look...

Laurent's body was here.

This is where Béranger escaped when Vincent caught up with us.

This is the cabin in the woods where they beat him up.

And this is Eddy and Lana's house.

So?

According to witnesses, Laurent had a fight with his mother.

She slapped him and sent him home. It was 2:30 p.m.

The only logical path from Patrick's place to Lana's house

is this one.

If Béranger is telling the truth,

he saw Laurent at Rance bridge at 3:30 p.m.

According to the forensic expert, Laurent died between 3:30 and 4:30 p.m.

What's more, she says the body was moved...

to this chapel, on the other side of Sart forest.

That means Béranger, even though he was on the run,

took the time to kill a child,

to clean all traces of DNA

and to etch his sign,

though he had no sharp instrument on him.

In a forest he does not know, with four armed guys on his heels,

he crossed the forest in record time

without being seen by ramblers or neighbours.

He dropped off the body, which weighed 40 kilos,

at the other side of the to rest, eight kilometres away,

in a chapel whose existence and location

were probably unknown to him.

After this superhuman effort for a 60-year-old...

he came back to his starting point where prints were found.

That's barely plausible.

It doesn't hold water.

Do you want to know what I think?

The killer had transport. He was equipped and prepared.

He's from the village and knows the region.

He knows them.

He knows the children.

That's why Noémie left home at night. She was going to meet him.

We must question everyone again.

There must be a curfew.

I've been doing this job for a long time. There'll be more.

Leave that alone.

It's too soon.

Stop.

I haven't thanked you for saving my life.

Thank Inspector Muller.

She's the one who saved your life.

It's a strange feeling to be a hunted animal.

I'm not used to it.

I wanted to climb a tree.

I thought they wouldn't find me up there. And I fell.

-I have to go. -Where?

-To work on the van. -You're in no fit state.

I am. I feel fine.

Have some rest. Okay?

Trust me.

Yes?

Sorry to disturb you Lucas.

The abbot is waiting for you in the refectory.

Stay here.

We tracked them to the lodge where

Inspector Muller led the raid to free him.

What about you?

Did you take part in the raid?

Yes.

I wounded one of them, which allowed Muller to arrest them

and free Béranger.

You wounded someone?

How?

I shot him.

You shot him?

I imagine you had no alternative?

I don't regret it. They'd have killed him.

Father Abbot...

Brother Lucas has committed a serious sin.

He is young very young...

Inexperienced.

We all know how close hejs to Béranger.

It's not healthy for a novitiate.

I ask that he be relieved as Master of Novices.

I will take responsibility for my actions.

So I ask for my right to penance.

This isn't the Middle Ages.

I only ask what is written in the Rule.

So be it.

Brother Lucas will do penance.

He will be cloistered day and night.

He will no longer share our meals or offices.

His sentence will last as long as necessary

for him to be forgiven.

The bank isn't prepared to open a new credit line Mr. Stassart.

You already have two, plus an 80,000 overdraft.

Sorry. There's no more we can do.

On the other hand... yes...

You have a savings account with a positive balance.

-That's interesting. -What is?

It would pay off some of your debt and keep you afloat for a few months.

That's out of the question.

It's the kid's account.

I didn't know.

Fine. I'll let you think it over.

You have my number.

Is that it?

What now?

Mr. Stassart.

You owe the bank 300,000 euros,

100,000 of which is on short-term loans.

If you default, the bank will have to seize this inn,

perhaps mortgage your house.

We'll try not to let it come to that. Thanks for the coffee.

-Why am I here? -Lana...

-We need to know Laurent's schedule. -What schedule? He was just a kid.

Lana...

We're the ones, for fuck's sake... the ones losing our kid

and you come after us and send us to jail!

Your husband took the law into his own hands.

He tortured, imprisoned and threatened to kill a man.

So? He should have killed him.

Was anyone angry with Laurent?

No.

I can't think of anything.

Except that old nutter who lives in the forest.

She rang to complain about Laurent.

When?

I don't know. Early this year.

What did she want?

She said he'd smashed her windows.

Eddy offered to pay but she refused.

She said there were other ways.

What are you going to do?

Well find the guy who did it.

Are you proud of yourselves?

Are you proud of being a shitty little cop?

-I just want to help. -Help?

No need. We'll manage on our own.

I have nothing now.

Nothing. Do you understand that?

Did Laurent have a fight with you or your husband?

I told you.

He said I was a pisspot and I slapped him.

Had you been drinking?

You think I'm a bad mother, don't you?

Do you have kids? Do you know what it's like?

No, I don't.

Then you know nothing... Nothing at all.

It's pretty, isn't it?

What is it for?

Each nail represents a sorrow or an evil spirit.

Hammering in a nail chases it away.

Does it work every time?

No. Very powerful spirits require other methods.

What methods?

Sometimes you have to return to the source and confront it.

You know exactly what I mean.

-Hi, Marianne. -What brings you here, sweetie?

We have a few questions.

-What time? -Between 3 and 5 p.m.

Here, love.

Around 4...

I was with a client, Mrs. Bouchaux.

Laurent's mother spoke of an incident. Do you remember?

Laurent wasn't exactly an angel.

There was badness in that boy.

He'd come and torment the animals.

He threw stones in my windows.

I threatened the parents I'd file a complaint then I dropped it.

You knew Noémie, didn't you?

She was a real cherub.

She liked to come and play here.

But her father didn't want her to.

-Why? -She had a bronchial problem.

Her parents spent a fortune in doctors. To no avail.

One day, Cécile came to see me.

You're sceptical.

I don't believe in magic.

Neither do I.

Where did you find that?

In Noémie's bedroom.

Do you know what it is?

Of course. It's Cernunnos.

It's an ancient god of the forest.

He's depicted as a human with stag horns.

I have a picture.

Worshipping him was meant to bring good harvests and fruitful hunts.

One particularly harsh winter,

the villagers are said to have gone mad

and sacrificed their firstborns to Cernunnos so the soil would thaw out.

When the Christians took over,

they destroyed all the temples to Cernunnos to build their churches.

He became their devil.

There was no more mention of him, except in old books.

Did you tell Noémie this story?

No. It's not exactly a story for children.

Thanks for the tea.

-For your problem... -What problem?

You know.

I'll hammer in a nail for you. You can't be too careful.

-Are you okay? -Yes. I just want to get out of here.

We need to locate the problem.

Here. Get in.

Try to start it.

Nothing's happening.

Now what?

Now... we get into our Sunday best.

Where do we start?

The battery.

Were closed. Can't you read?

I can read.

-I'd like a beer. -What?

Just a beer.

Get one from the fridge and go.

-How about beer on tap? -he barrel's empty.

Thanks. I needed that.

Where have you been? A wedding?

No. A funeral.

I'm sorry. But we're still closed.

Let me finish my beer. I promise I'll go when we're done talking.

What do you want to talk about?

I don't know...

-Kids? -Perfect.

Do you have any?

A boy.

You?

A girl.

-How old is yours? -He's just turned 14.

That's when the problems start.

They started much earlier for us.

Do you believe in curses?

You know... I think people make their own curses.

And their own luck, Patrick.

You know my name?

Let's say I'm not here totally by chance.

-Another one? -Who the fuck are you?

That's not important right now.

I know about your brewery project.

And about your money troubles.

-How much do you need? -What?

How much do you need for your project?

Are you kidding me?

Never with money.

Forget loans, subsidies...

Name your sum. It will be on your account tonight.

Why would you do that?

Because you and I have a common enemy.

You get a chance to save your business,

to be able to look your wife and son in the eyes again.

I'm offering you an end to the curse, Patrick.

In exchange for what?

-Béranger. -Excuse me?

I want him dead.

Are you crazy?

Is there a sign outside saying Murderers' Den?

Why don't you kill him yourself anyway?

When you've decided, call that number.

My offer has an expiry date.

You have one week to think it over.

That's no way to impress me.

They say you've been here all day.

And I thought I was a bit mad.

You were right about the ghosts.

I see one too.

I've been re-living the same day for 20 years.

I don't know if I'm dreaming or if it's real...

Its as if everything had moved on except me.

I don't know what to do.

I just want you to know you're not alone.

You could at least look at me.

I thought you were different. But you're worse.

If you're not interested in me stay in your fucking Middle Ages.

Good night.

I'm intruding...

What the fuck do you want?

To thank you.

What?

You saved my life.

Don't mention it.

-I was wrong about you. -Enough! Visits are over.

Where did you find this?

Who gave you this?

None of your business! Out!

I know this toy.

What's your name?

Jessica.

Do you like this one?

It's very special. You can have it if you like.

-Where are you going? -To help you.

No.

Stay here and hide. I'll be back.

Are you sure?

I promise.

Jessica...

This is a starter.

The black clamp is the earth. It goes here.

That's it.

Put the red clamp here.

-I knew it. -How did you do that?

With God's help.

All we have to do now is put everything back.

I'll shoot you if you fuck with me.

What do you know about that toy?

I met the man who made them when I was a court clerk.

-Bullshit! -It's the truth.

I can help you find him.

What do you want?

-What do you mean? -Don't take me for a fool.

I know you'll want something in return. What is it?

Someone out there is killing in my name.

-What are you going to do about it? -My job.

I don't want to go back to prison. I may be able to help you catch him.

I don't need your help.

You know...

we both have something the other one needs.

I want to know about your investigation.

Arrests, leads, suspects, everything...

You're out of your mind.

And I'll tell you everything I know about the toy seller.

Think about it, Chloé.

This is your chance to know everything about him.

You're back late.

No. It's not late.

Really?

Is everything okay at the inn?

Fine.

Any news from Vincent?

No.

Do you want to talk about it?

He fucked up. We can't help him now. End of story.

We're here.

-Aren't you sick of me yet? -Not yet.

-Aren't you sick of me screwing up? -Not yet.

At least you're here when I get home.

But get your arse off that sofa or I'll throw you out.

-You'd do that? -Try me.

Start the engine.

Well?

We degrease.

There's food if you like.

Take my gloves.

You'll ruin your fingers otherwise.

Thank you.

Give it a try.

Turn it oft.

Turn it off now!

You must eat something.

Why put yourself through this?

Why protect that murderer?

I don't understand your obstinacy.

No one expects a miracle from you.

Unless that's it...

Is that it Brother Lucas?

Pride?

You want to save what cannot be saved.

Your mind can bear many things but your body won't hold out.

Everyone has their limits.

I know this is a difficult time for you.

Inspectors Charlier and Muller will ask you some questions. Okay?

I know some of you were close to Noémie and Laurent.

I also know it's very hard to talk about it.

It's normal to be scared and to have lots of questions.

Inspector Muller and I will answer them.

First, I want to show you this.

Have any of you seen this before?

Put up your hand if you have.

Yes?

It's the monster.

-What monster? -The one that killed Noémie.

Did Noémie or Laurent ever mention this monster?

Monsters don't exist.

Did they mention a grown-up?

Someone they met recently?

Listen carefully.

I don't want you to leave home after 5 p.m.

If you meet someone you don't know and who bothers you,

you go to the first adult you know and ask them to call 101.

Okay?

-Yes, darling? -Will Chloé kill the monster?

-What are you doing? -I have to go.

-Tell me where. -I can't.

There's something I have to do.

He'd already repeated a year.

He'd probably have repeated this one too.

Problems at school, at home...

He was always in detention.

What sort of problems at school?

Laurent was constantly fighting with someone.

We sent him to the Psycho-Social Centre.

They sent us a report.

It was chilling.

Why?

His life at home...

He saw his parents fight and hit each other.

Laurent had started torturing animals. Mice, cats...

Was Noémie friends with Laurent?

I doubt it. They weren't in the same class.

-They'll all go mad now. -Why?

People here...

They were angry before the kids died. Imagine now...

-Remember the cabin in Florzée? -Yes.

We'd hide in there.

Yes, I remember.

Remember that day?

You promised you'd always stay with me.

I'm sorry.

I waited for you.

I know. I'm sorry.

Why didn't you come back? Why?

I tried.

-And now -Now I can't take you back.

-Not yet. -Why not?

I have something very important to do.

You're lying.

You're a liar. I hate you.

Go away! I don't want to see you any more.

What important thing?

I must chase away an evil spirit.

-Will you be okay? -Yes.

Are you scared?

No. Not any more.

It's not bad here in the cloisters.

They say the Abbot of Warmont was here 30 days

with hardly any food or water.

Of course, he wasn't quite the same after that.

Look at me, Lucas.

Do you want the mission I gave you?

Yes, of course.

-Are you ready to fight for it? -Of course.

Then what are you doing here?

Forgive me Father for I have sinned.

We all have.

-Your faults are no worse than mine. -No.

Joseph was right.

I'm not worthy of your mission.

I made the wrong choices.

-I shot a man -You had no choice.

You don't understand.

That's not it.

When I shot that man,

old feelings came back to me.

I felt alive, for the first time in years.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost...

I absolve you of your sins.

I thought you'd be back.

Its okay. I agree.

What now?

Fuck...