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The story you're about to hear took place a few leagues from Quebec

in the fall of 1665.

But everything started 20 years before

on a day blessed by providence,

the day Father Brind'amour set foot in New France.

Unfortunately for him,

the cruellest beast in the New World would soon stand before him.

The beast, thirsty for Christian blood,

charged at the priest,

but it wasn't alone.

Father Brind'amour didn't move a muscle,

except for one thing.

He raised his crucifix to the sky.

A HAIR-RAISING TALE

Oh, my sweet Joseph!

Joseph O�t�, in the name of the quartermaster, you're under arrest.

Sister...

Does it hurt the first time?

Stop worrying.

Sister Margot says we have a week to find a husband.

There are 10 men to every woman, Sophie.

You can be capricious.

Pick him the way you wouId a chair: strong, a soIid back.

Avoid the runts who aren't good for anything.

Thank the heavens, girIs.

The good Lord of Beaufort wiII be here soon.

He pIans to choose seven girIs

who wiII have the honour of marrying his men and his sons.

Lord! Sons of a Iord!

Keep your caIm, Sophie.

Father Brind'amour didn't move a muscIe...

- I'm hungry. - Except for one thing.

He raised his crucifix to the sky.

The divine Iight, the magic crucifix...

Do you reaIIy beIieve that?

Have you seen any werewoIves since you Ianded?

No demonic or strange creatures?

Besides you, no.

You have Brind'amour to thank for being aIive.

- I'II thank him when he comes. - I'm hungry.

He's coming here?

To take the hanged man's confession.

- I'm hungry. - Oome on.

We're not going to feed the hanged man.

They haven't hanged me yet!

And I demand a new triaI.

You don't throw a man in a cage for triviaIities!

You don't?

Abusing the quartermaster's fianc�e?

She threw herseIf at me.

Aggravated theft...

I took a pitcher of wine, more or Iess.

Knavery, viIIainy,

indecent assauIt, Iewd behaviour...

I couId be usefuI. I couId evangeIize the savages.

Afew hours from now,

you'II be usefuI.

You'II serve as an exampIe.

I'm taking the dog out to pee. Watch him. Oome on.

To the hanged man's heaIth.

Hey, buddy.

You know what they say:

''Adrink is never wasted on a dying man.''

Oome on.

One sip. Just one.

Oome on...

Guards! Over here!

Guards!

The hanged man got away!

Guards!

Guards! FoIIow me!

There he is!

Oome on.

Find him.

Find him.

Where's the hanged man?

Let's go.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

I forgive you, Joseph.

FareweII.

Here they come.

You couId use a IittIe coIour.

Which one do you Iike?

It's your choice.

This is aII you've got?

They're fine for my men, but for my sons...

I'm sorry, my Iord.

Setting them aside was no easy task.

So, we said seven?

Let's take a cIoser Iook.

Go ahead, touch her. She won't bite.

And this one?

Let's see here.

No one wants a skeIeton. Her cheeks are hoIIow.

I'm sure she'II find a gentIeman to fiII her up.

Aren't you cute, Iassie.

Never forget to Iook at the teeth.

SmiIe, Iadies.

Yes.

OK, Iast thing.

Nobody wants a Ioudmouth.

Excuse me.

She's getting on my nerves aIready.

The broomstick won't make such a fuss.

Pity she's so ugIy.

Very weII.

You, Iassie.

WeIcome to the Seigneury de Beaufort.

The brunette, you'II keep my men warm.

The devout one, my sons await.

The goofy grin, join the others.

The pIump chicken, you, too.

And...

the Ioudmouth.

Yes, you. Oome on, come on.

You need one more.

OK...

The paIe face.

I toId you I wanted them heaIthy.

They were, my Iord. I'II isoIate her immediateIy.

The whoIe Iot may be contaminated. Goodbye, cougher!

Fine.

The dog.

I must see the quartermaster.

I was toId he is waiting for Father Brind'amour to come

for a hanged man's confession.

Brind'amour?

Get them cIeaned up.

We'II come for them at dawn.

Is anybody home?

AmeaI and a bed for a poor Jesuit!

I'm a crucifix saIesman.

Do you have your crucifixes?

Ababy Jesus to save your souIs.

Is this what you're after?

Go fetch!

- Goddammit! -Are you cussing, Father?

Sorry, my son.

That's quite a gash.

Let's take a Iook at it.

Aur�Iien, wiII you take a young girI to keep you company in your oId age?

Ayoung girI? Why not?

I've got more to give.

�m�rentienne!

- Brought you a new customer. - He can wait his turn.

Think you're better than a priest? Oome on, move!

That depends on the priest.

He needs his head sewn up.

FuII house today.

The king's daughters arrive tomorrow.

Goodbye, Iice. FareweII, fleas. It's shearing time.

Good thing you're here, Father. We'II be ceIebrating some weddings.

- Fancy some firewater? - Don't mind if I do.

I made it myseIf.

Damn it aII to heII!

To heck.

Your cassock is in tatters, Father.

Yes, that's because...

- SeIf-fIageIIation? - Yes, that must be it.

You have reason to be penitent?

Everyone has something to be penitent for.

You came from the city? Is what they're saying true?

Is a man to be hanged in Quebec?

We missed the fun again.

As Iong as the scoundreI got what he deserved.

He's nothing but a Iost sheep.

After aII, he just did the deed with TaIon's wife.

-And he swiped aII the man's wine. - News traveIs fast.

He must have a pretty big thing to think he can get away with it.

Just one more, OK?

lnto the inn we went and got us a jug of wine

Our breeches were so short you could see what was inside

We're here for a drink, miladies

A drink is what we need

Hear that? It's a werewoIf.

Father Brind'amour can't be far.

Astory!

The story you're about to hear is reaI,

as reaI as I am.

It was a fuII moon that night.

Trappers were making theirway up the north road

when they saw a fir tree on fire.

Around the fire,

a possessed man with the head of a woIf

danced diaboIicaIIy.

Next to the fire,

a man's body Iay flat on the ground.

AwerewoIf was cutting him up into chunks for a stew.

A Jesuit was traveIing with the trappers.

Brind'amour.

The beast sensed right away that this was no ordinary man.

It tumed toward him...

And that's when...

And that's when...

Brind'amour took out his crucifix.

And then the Iight of God tore through the sky

and struck down the beast!

BeIieve what you wiII,

but the truth is that God never interferes in the Iives of men.

What reaIIy happened

is that Brind'amour approached the beast.

Nothing scared the Jesuit.

Nothing!

He approached the beast, who was screaming, howIing.

He kept waIking toward him because he had his crucifix,

the cross of Jesus he carried in his outstretched arm!

In his fist!

When he was cIose to the beast,

he began reciting the Pater Noster.

Brind'amour.

Oome on, Aur�Iien!

It's not funny anymore.

Pater...

-Are you hurt? - That nasty beast!

It bit me.

PoorAur�Iien.

He was so fuII of Iife untiI...

I'II never hear his Iast story.

Forgive me, Father.

It's OK. Go on.

Dear God!

How did you get this wound?

Its fang.

It bit me with its fang.

But that's impossibIe.

Just one fang?

We can't stay here and do nothing.

I'm going to warn the Iord.

- We have to teII him! - Do you beIieve in magicaI beasts?

Maybe it was a bear or a woIf.

Or an angry cow. We don't know.

You do know, though you don't dare say it.

If it is one, we need to get out of here.

It won't return untiI the next fuII moon.

- Wanna bet your Iife on it? -Aur�Iien said-

Aur�Iien is a storyteIIer. And storyteIIers are Iiars.

No vicious rumours.

You caII him a Iiar?

He was much more honest than you.

He's the one who taught you to survive in the middIe of nowhere!

Instead of whining,

he'd teII stories to make you forget your miserabIe Iives!

�m�rentienne...

- He Ioved me for who I am. - Yes, yes.

The priest needs a spIint.

What are you waiting for?

He needs a spIint.

Go on.

The priest saved our Iives, and we don't even know his name.

Let me see that.

Father Brind'amour saved our Iives?

He's Brind'amour?

He couIdn't even save Aur�Iien.

AII he managed to do was grab a cIump of the beast's fur.

He'II make it.

He'II get the chance Aur�Iien never had.

Think the Iord wiII Ioan us weapons if the beast returns?

We couId take it down with his muskets.

Harquebuses?

To be used excIusiveIy

by the hunting parties of the Iord and his sons.

That's not fair.

Don't mind if I do.

Nothing is too good for Father Brind'amour.

So, you hid your name from us?

Your humiIity does you credit.

What are you making me?

No offence...

He's making presents for the king's daughters.

And you're carving canes for the gentIemen?

The girIs are coming!

The girIs are coming!

- What are you waiting for? - WeII, I...

Let's just say I'm...

a IittIe shy around women.

- You don't say. - I don't know what to say to them.

Forget words.

Those girIs just spent a month on a boat.

What they need is tendemess.

You just have to know how to win them over.

Pick the first one that catches your eye.

Look at her.

Don't Iet her Iook away.

Her eyes wiII teII you what she wants to hear,

how she wants to be touched...

or caressed.

GentIy stroke herface.

Breathe in the scent of her skin.

OK.

WeII...

Wish me Iuck.

He's Iooking at me. What do I do?

SmiIe! Before he Iooks at another.

For the sake of everyone's heaIth,

you wiII be quarantined in this chapeI

under the supervision of Sister Margot.

In due time,

I shaII inspect your heaIth and your virtue

before offering you in marriage.

NaturaIIy, my sons...

wiII have first choice.

Look at this!

GirIs, Iook what I found.

Thank you.

Oome on. A hymn...

to give thanks to the Lord.

AII together now.

What are you doing?

You have to act fast. Opportunity knocks.

The Iord's son who was eyeing you is Jean-Baptiste, the eIdest.

He'II be the next Iord.

The other girIs wiII try to take him away from you.

- What can I do? - Get out of here.

Go seduce him.

He needs to faII for you, cIing to you.

- What about the quarantine? - He doesn't give a damn about it!

Say you didn't want the other girIs to infect you.

How am I supposed to get out?

Meet me here at sundown.

I'II heIp you get back in.

A quarantine...

I can't beIieve the Iord wouIdn't Iet us use the chapeI.

He shouId've been eaten by the werewoIf!

Him and his sons!

With any Iuck, it'II retum and rip them to shreds.

With its teeth.

Quit whining.

We're here forAur�Iien.

Whenever you're ready, Father.

I'II be brief. I too am overcome with emotion.

We are gathered here to ceIebrate...

before the big guy in the sky, the Iord of Iords himseIf,

the death of ourfriend, Aur�Iien...

Ohiasson.

Ohiasson, yes.

Yes, Aur�Iien Ohiasson...

who is going somewhere eIse.

To the ''other somewhere,'' if you wiII.

You can pray for his souI now if you want.

Whenever you're ready.

He who dares attack my seigneury...

attacks us aII.

The sweat Aur�Iien spiIIed to cIear this Iand

is proof that this Iand is his Iand.

Rest in peace, Aur�Iien.

You shouId not have died.

Your death wiII not go unpunished.

Give me your cassock. I'II mend it niceIy.

I'II bring you Aur�Iien's cIothes.

He won't be needing them anymore.

Thank you.

Yes?

Father, I want you to know that it wasn't my idea.

I shouId think I'm not the onIy one who suspects

that a man bitten by a werewoIf couId become possessed.

- Or rabid! -Yes, you saved our hides.

But if it infected you, we can't take any chances.

We're Iocking you in here overnight in case you're--

- Possessed. - GentIemen!

Look, you can see that I'm not possessed.

Now Ieave, pIease. Let me pray in peace.

�m�rentienne toId us she heard you say the Lord's name in vain.

And at the funeraI, you forgot the HoIy Scriptures.

Maybe you're no Ionger yourseIf.

I am who I say I am,

Father Brind'amour, werewoIf converter!

Tomorrow, if you're stiII a man, I'II free you.

You think you can trick me that easiIy?

You bastards! Is that how you thank me?

I'II excommunicate you!

Baby Jesus won't protect you anymore!

I got bitten for you!

What are you doing here?

- Did you see a woIf roaming around? -AwoIf?

A big dog that'd gobbIe up a kitty Iike you.

- Do you hunt dogs? - No, not reaIIy.

What are you doing outside the chapeI?

It's not what you think.

- I didn't escape. - ReaIIy?

It's my sister. I'm Iooking for her.

Has she been out here Iong?

She swore she'd come back before nightfaII,

but I think she's been seduced.

This Iord's son thinks he can do what he Iikes!

SiIIy girIs find nobiIity exciting.

I bet his titIe is his one attribute.

Too bad for your sister.

I'd keep cIinging to me if I were you.

Sophie!

The Iord takes your quarantine seriousIy.

FoIIow me if you want to avoid being punished.

Sophie might be back aIready.

What's your name?

Marie.

Marie Labotte.

- My fatherwas a boot maker. - That makes sense.

-And you? - Joseph O�t�.

Trapper.

- Tomcat. - Tomcat!

Why? Are you married?

No... not yet.

What brings you to New France?

I foIIowed my sister to keep an eye on her.

I'm doing a fine job.

It's been two days and I've aIready Iost her.

Are you here to heIp me or ogIe me?

An animaI bit me. I'm just resting my Ieg.

Do you think that woIf thing attacked my sister?

Stop worrying.

Like you said, the Iord's son feII head over heeIs for her.

And at this hour, she's sure to be sIeeping in his arms.

Are you reaIIy out here to save your sister?

Or are you hoping to find a Iord's son of your own?

Are you making fun of me?

I'm skin and bones.

Oome cIoser.

Yes, cIoser.

Oan I touch?

I can hardIy feeI any bone.

Let me Iook at you.

I couId Iose myseIf in your eyes.

Your scent...

is driving me wiId.

Who do you think you are?

Thank you, God.

Thank you, God.

Stop worrying.

I'm sure Sophie wiII turn up any minute.

I never shouId have Iet her Ieave.

She wanted to seduce the Iord's son?

I wish I'd thought of that first.

You can't resent your sister for forgetting you

in the throes of a passionate embrace.

I didn't forget her.

What do you mean?

Oome on, spit it out!

Fine. I spent the night with a man.

You?

His name is Joseph O�t�.

This Joseph of yours, is he a settIer?.

No. He's a trapper.

Does he trap animaIs or young Iadies?

I Ieft my handkerchief with him.

So if he everwants to return it...

If the Iord's son was scratched,

everyone wouId have to spring into action.

Where were they when Aur�Iien was torn apart?

They did rush over to bring fIowers.

FIowers. Just what we need to hunt the werewoIf.

In the meantime, we're back out here wieIding cIubs!

Over there!

- Do you think he's dead? - I don't know.

You couId ask his head. It's over there.

WiII you keep defending your priest?

Dutrisac?

There he is.

He's scared of us!

- Father? - Sister.

An angeI toId me the souI of one of your girIs is in danger.

Her name is Marie.

Excuse me, Father?

''Father''? What does she mean, ''Father''?

It's a Iong story.

- I have Iots of time. - I don't.

The tenants think I'm a werewoIf.

-Are you? - No.

- What nonsense. - ExactIy.

Men are coming, Father!

No. Don't Iet them in!

If you're not interested, just say so.

Don't pretend to be a priest.

- I'm not a priest. - Or a werewoIf.

Get out of here!

I'm the hanged man of Quebec.

TeII them we spent the night together.

TeII them I'm not possessed,

that I didn't try to eat you, that I'm not an animaI.

Then they'II think I bewitched a priest.

They'II burn me at the stake.

When you put it that way...

- Get out of here. - We know he's in there. Open up!

- Do you have the Iord's permission? - He's out with his son.

I don't aIIow beggars into my chapeI.

Beggars?

I don't want woIves around my sheep.

Too Iate! You're harbouring a monster!

Get out of my church!

Say a prayer, Father!

Open!

- He's here! - I didn't do anything!

You cIobbered L�gar�, did you not?

Heretic!

First we'II whip you.

Then we'II beat you, castrate you and chop off your head.

They want to kiII the priest!

PIease! You can't condemn a Jesuit Iike that.

First he needs to be excommunicated.

Abishop has to sign an anathema...

That's enough! Untie me!

They're crazy!

We'II gag you and never hear your sermons again.

Your satanic sermons!

�m�rentienne!

Dutrisac! That's no way to treat a man.

Shut your mouth!

What are they doing?

They're taking him to the stake to purify his werewoIf souI.

- I'm serious. - So am I.

Stop them.

You can't burn a Jesuit Iike you wouId a heretic!

They say they have proof.

But he needs to stand triaI.

OnIy a bishop can say whether this man is possessed.

- He's not a man. - He's more of a man than you!

It's none of your business.

Everything is the Ohurch's business!

- I'II go find the bishop. - Good.

Next time I see you...

Fine, Iook at me.

Go fetch Monseigneur de LavaI.

And Oarignan's regiment, if necessary.

They'II shed Iight on this business.

You're as bIoodthirsty as your imaginary werewoIves!

We'II see if you go to Quebec!

Once night faIIs, you'II come running back!

Anything to say before you're purified?

Yes, one Iast favour.

Speak up.

- Make sure you tie me tight. - Done.

Next, tie me to the stake.

No objections yet.

And wait untiI dark.

We can't wait. It's too risky.

You want to kiII an innocent man?

If I'm no Ionger a man at nightfaII, just set me on fire!

This is torture.

Oome on, just one bite.

One bite.

As they say: ''Feed a priest, be spared by the beast.''

Hairs are coming out. The transformation begins.

La Framboise!

Dutrisac, don't you have hair on yourface?

That's not how you identify them.

In the day, their fur grows from within.

Drop the knife.

Do you want it?

He has hair in his nose and ears.

Let's see if there's more inside.

OaIm down, La Framboise.

What's it say in the book?

Does it say where the beasts come from?

- Why don't you teII them? - What?

That you were there when it happened.

You're the expert on...

Iycanthropy.

He's right. I am the expert.

And I confirm that I'm not Iycanthrop-ified!

- I'II shut your mouth for you! - Go on.

''It happened on September 24, 1647.

''Father Brind'amour had Iost his friend,

''a poet.

''He Iooked for him for three days.

''The poet had toId him he Iiked New France,

''its nature.

''One day, Brind'amour found proof.

''He stumbled upon his friend...''

doing things...

Things? What things?

''He stumbIed upon his friend...''

I'm just reading what it says.

''...mating with a femaIe woIf.''

Aren't you ashamed to write such fiIth?

Aman of the Ohurch...

''And Father Brind'amour prayed

''that no offspring be bom of that union.

''But it wasn't enough.

''One day, a werewoIf appeared.

''And then another.

''Brind'amour confronted them aII.''

He says it was ''the first in a Iong series of cIashes.''

That's enough nonsense!

He says beasts, Iike humans, are born of a femaIe

and their bite is not contagious.

- He says that 'cause it suits him. - It's true!

- I'II cut out yourforked tongue! - La Framboise!

HeIp me!

HeIp!

Somebody heIp me!

Are your friends coming for you?

AvoIunteer to Iight the torches?

No voIunteers?

I'II Iight up the cIearing myseIf.

- There's no rush. - I say there is.

- He's not possessed! - Why do you aIways defend him?

It's dark out,

and there are onIy two things that worry me:

you and the reaI werewoIf over there.

I'II go, Dutrisac.

Not for you, but for us.

HeIp me. HeIp!

- That nasty beast! - Where is it?

Oan't you see I'm not possessed?

Untie me before it eats me!

Better him than us!

La Framboise?

Do something!

GIadIy. Now untie me!

Don't shoot!

Where's La Framboise?

We'II have to dig another hoIe.

Do you see it?

It smeIIs Iike a wet dog.

Oome here, doggy.

-Are you sure you got him? - I think so.

The Iord's son!

The beast attacked the Iord's son!

The beast...

is this man.

We kiIIed the Iord's son.

He kiIIed the Iord's son, not us.

You're the one the Iord wiII punish.

And who's the traitor that wiII teII him?

Not me.

Since you got here, I've Iost three of my friends.

No offence, Father, but you're bad Iuck.

If I have to...

I'II go Iive with the Indians so I never see you again.

Go ahead.

WaIk off Iike a coward whiIe we bury La Framboise.

HeIp me!

Thank God! A beast Iocked me in here.

Let me go.

Sometimes the Lord works in mysterious ways.

- How many sons does the Iord have? - Two Ieft.

Do you think they're possessed?

Yes.

I'm not worried. I have Brind'amour on my side.

No. We have to get as far away from here as possibIe.

Who'II defend the king's daughters?

- Do what you want. I'm taking off. - Like Dutrisac.

Are you afraid?

Of course I'm afraid!

I thought you were brave.

Bravery! Bravery is the stuff of bedtime stories!

Fear is what keeps me aIive!

- I'm just an ordinary man. - That's not true.

I'm stiII standing thanks to you.

And there's a chapeI fuII of innocent women to defend.

You want to pIay the hero?

Good Iuck.

I see how it is.

Have a nice trip!

- What do you want? - Good morning, Father.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

I'm running a IittIe Iate.

I have Indians to convert, sinners to excommunicate...

You know how it is.

My father is back.

He's throwing a party tonight in your honour.

It's a pity I'm so busy.

You can't refuse his invitation.

Fine, I'II be there. I have to go now.

- Father... - Yes?

PIease, it's important that you take my confession.

Make it quick.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

You're forgiven.

Recite three Ave Noster and two Pater Maria.

Go on.

I'm not done!

I aIso have impure thoughts.

- The king's daughters? - One in particuIar...

Marie. Marie Labotte.

I've neverfeIt anything this intense before.

Don't you find her a IittIe thin?

No. You wouIdn't make a good coupIe.

And yet I think my advances are having the desired effect.

I'd Iike for you to bIess our union in front of my father at the party.

Tonight?

Yes, tonight. At dusk.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Excuse me.

Good doggy. You're a good boy.

What can I do for you?

Rub my thighs. But there are more urgent matters.

The Seigneury of Beaufort needs your heIp.

The tenants have decided to burn a Jesuit.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

WANTED JOSEPH O�T�

You're stiII here?

- I'm here to see Marie. - She's gone.

So is her sister.

Sophie!

- Where are you going? - To the manor.

- No, don't go. - I have to find Sophie.

Listen! The Iord's sons are werewoIves.

WerewoIves don't exist.

The second son is a piIe of ash at the stake.

He was furry before he was fried.

You just want to see Pierre-Armand.

I've Iooked everywhere but there.

Then pray she's not there.

Do you think she's dead?

You'II be dead if you go there.

I'II find Sophie, in heaven or in heII.

I won't Iet you throw yourseIf to the woIves.

Not aIone.

You came. I'm happy at Iast.

Oome in.

I'II introduce you to my father.

I took the Iiberty of inviting the Iady

to our charming party.

It certainIy wiII be charming now that there's a Iady among us.

Jean-Baptiste, come here.

I'd Iike you to meet Father Brind'amour,

in the fIesh.

How Iucky! The most famous Jesuit in New France.

I didn't reaIize word of my expIoits had reached this far.

He made a vow of humiIity, I take it.

GentIemen, Iady, Iet's have a seat.

You're taking Iiberties now?

Is everything to your Iiking, Father?

His cassock seems to Iike it. There's nothing it hasn't tried.

It's a good thing we have strong stomachs.

Watching him eat couId make some queasy.

LoveIy famiIy.

Forgive them, Father.

They have a Iot to Ieam

before they become men of your caIibre.

No, forgive me.

I never had time to Iearn proper manners.

I was too busy hunting werewoIves.

Where's my knife? You're the one who set the tabIe.

Go get it, shorty.

Stay! PIease.

You can use mine.

It's a IittIe rough, but it made me a man of my caIibre.

ReaIIy? Do teII, my friend.

We're aII ears.

I wasn't the bravest of chiIdren.

I spent most of my chiIdhood under my mother's skirt.

But the day I tumed 7,

my father gave me his most prized possession:

his knife.

Then he threw me in the barn.

Our dog had been Iocked in there ever since she got rabies.

My father handed me his knife and said:

''Let's see if you have what it takes to be a man.

''You won't get out of here as Iong as that animaI is aIive.''

And then?

Yes, don't keep us in suspense.

Did you get the dog?

I couId've given into fear.

But when I set foot in the bam, she Iunged at me, her mouth foaming.

I countered. I dodged.

I hit her and hit her.

I hit her and hit her again.

And your knife finished off the dog?

Yes.

What a touching story!

Father, I have a favour to ask.

That day, I Iearned to differentiate men, reaI men,

from animaIs.

Father, it wouId be an honour if you wouId bIess our union.

As soon as the beast turned toward me,

I kiIIed her.

I kiIIed herwith my hands, with my knife.

I didn't screw her Iike some pervert.

Don't touch my brother.

Where's her sister, Sophie?

Answer me!

Go on. Hurry.

Go, I'II keep them in here. No, don't move!

I'II crucify you, one after the other.

Sophie!

Say a prayer, Father.

We'II stick to the pIan.

We'II wait untiI it's time,

and we'II move on to the main course.

It's not what you think.

That's her dress!

That's her hair!

My brothers... My brother... I'm not Iike him!

You knew!

You knew and you did nothing!

Listen.

We couId Ieave tonight, both of us.

So what if the priest ignores our union?

I want you, miss, but not Iike my brother.

Understand? I desire you.

And I want to take you.

- No! No! - Like a man!

I hope your carcass can satiate my sons.

They need to regain their strength.

This country wiII be theirs soon.

Your son smeIIed Iike a pig when I burned him.

My sons usuaIIy prefer eating women.

The girIs staying at the chapeI are from Limousin.

The thigh is firm. The fiIIet, tender.

Tonight, you wiII be the exception.

Do you regret swapping your mother's skirt

for the Jesuit robe?

I knew the reaI Brind'amour quite weII,

before Jean-Baptiste seaIed his fate.

Like you and the inquisitors from the OId WorId,

Brind'amourwas prejudiced against those who Iike animaIs.

Your methods are unorthodox,

but effective aII the same.

Have you ever seen anything so beautifuI?

You haven't seen anything yet.

You handIe that sword Iike a master for such a IittIe bastard.

WeII said.

Brind'amour admired my poetry, too.

Brind'amour has been reborn as a crooked thief.

Like him, his fooIhardy imposter wiII find no reIief.

Take heart. Here comes my son.

I'II set aside one of my bitch's puppies for him.

Ten feet!

The meaI doesn't know how to count.

You haven't eaten me yet.

Yes?

My Iord.

This woman cIaims she saw the hanged man on your Iands.

I'm Joseph O�t�. I'm the hanged man of Quebec.

I demand that I be put in prison!

We just caught him Iooting our pantry.

Swine! Passing yourseIf off as a hoIy man.

In the name of the king, you're under arrest. Grab him!

Many thanks, my Iord. But I have a second favour to ask.

My men are exhausted.

WiII you aIIow them to rest on your Iands?

Of course.

May they rest.

May they rest in peace.

I don't want to see you again untiI the fake priest is dead.

Pierre-Armand!

What are you doing?

Get down right now!

You're a disgrace to your race, you son of a bitch!

I shouId have Ieft you in the woods Iike the other offspring.

I chose you among the most handsome, the strongest!

And you do nothing but disappoint me.

If he were aIive, your brotherwouId die of shame.

I kept him on a Ieash so he wouIdn't eat my men.

I Iet you have yourfreedom, and Iook what you do with it.

You stoop to wanting to take her Iike a man.

But you're better than that.

Go on.

Show me what you can do.

Happy hunting!

- Thank you, my friend. - Wait untiI Brind'amourfinds you.

He'II pray that your souI burns in heII.

I didn't want to denounce you. My emotions betrayed me.

You saved my Iife. Beasts are going to attack.

We have to run.

No! Go to the chapeI to save your souI and your hide!

We have to run.

The Iord, his sons...

He was kind enough to put us up.

So we're easier to eat.

His sons are werewoIves!

Hang me tomorrow, but tonight I want to Iive!

We have to get out of here now!

Sorry, my friend.

Everybody in Iine! Load your rifles!

Marie.

Are you OK?

Someone's coming!

I knew he'd come.

- Oome on, Marie. - Everyone to the barricade!

- Vadeboncoeur! �m�rentienne! - It's us!

Hurry!

Be quiet.

The sacristy!

- Step aside. - You're crazy!

The beast wiII eat you.

It's aIready eating me from within. I have to go!

Go on! Move!

Pray, girIs!

No, grab anything that couId hurt it.

Father Brind'amour arrived in the Seigneury de Beaufort

in the year of our Lord 1665.

ln five nights of epic battles,

he chased the beasts from our lands.

Later, a military detachment arrived in the seigneury

carrying the remains of an unidentified man.

Father Brind'amour identified the body

as that of Joseph C�t�,

the hanged man of Quebec.

Fugitive, evildoer...

woman snatcher and notorious drunk.

Anxious to save the sinner's soul,

Brind'amour officiated his funeral with surprising eloquence.

lt was as if the Holy Spirit had joined him

to guide the souls of the deceased to heaven.

After the ceremony,

Father Brind'amour left to carry on his work

and convert other creatures causing trouble in the New World.

As for the Lord of Beaufort...

that's another story.

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