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Alex Hugo The Hunt

Gently! Gently, Fox!

Fox, gently now!

Go on, Fox!

Fetch! Go on, boy!

Fox! Go on!

Fox! What's up, boy?

Quiet, quiet, Fox! What's up?

Hush, hush!

How did you get down here?

Hush! Hush! Come, baby.

Hush! Quiet, quiet now.

Come on.

We won't be discouraged!

So I raise my glass to...

Well, to these mountains around us!

No, don't laugh!

The mountains changed my life.

So to the mountains, to friendship and...

The love of wine!

There!

- And to the good life! Cheers! - Cheers!

Guy, I'm counting on you to go easy.

On the wine or the hunt?

No, wait, guys! I'm serious.

Keep control. Don't bother the Greens.

Shoot those wolves for me quickly.

Don't worry about the forestry man.

The meat's burning. Who's in charge?

Shit! Help me!

I seem to do everything!

- Coming. - Oh... Wait!

- Here. - Leave it to me.

Yes?

Who?

Where?

Really?

OK, yes, OK...

OK, yes.

- It's Benji. - Yes.

He's with his sheep up on Col Saint-Gilles.

He says he's found some bones.

Right, well... Stay here, I'll go and see.

I won't be long.

- Is there a problem? - Well, yes, it's burnt!

- How are those sausages? - They're ready!

It's here.

Down in the hole.

Look.

Did you know this hole?

It's like Swiss cheese around here. I couldn't say.

How did you get down?

From above you can't see the hole.

He must have fallen like the sheep.

I doubt it.

A murder?

Are you sure?

That's all we need.

Shit! What do they want?

Give me a minute, Alex. Hang on.

Hello. Gendarmerie.

Car papers, please.

Hello. I'm one of you.

End your call and get out.

No problem, I tell you... Hang on.

There!

There. I'm one of you.

End your call, please.

OK. Alex, I'll have to leave you.

I'll call you back.

It's an emergency!

- Are you on duty? - Yes...

No, it's Sunday.

So you're classed as any citizen.

And you need to set an example.

Using the phone gets 3 points.

- Get the Breathalyzer! - Look here...

I tell you, I'm one of you!

Call Bertaut, he'll confirm it!

He retired 6 months ago.

Blow, please.

Never a dull moment here.

- Where's Caroline? - She got shot last month.

On an estate, with the drugs squad.

- How is she? - Nothing serious.

A dodgy leg, but she'll be OK.

So we have fresh blood, straight from school.

Cute, isn't she?

Not there yet... But cute.

You'll like this.

Tibia fracture, numbered titanium plate.

- That's good! - And the bullet?

Gone to ballistics. I'll keep you informed.

Excuse me.

Oh, where are you?

OK, I'm coming.

I must go. See you down there?

Yes. We won't be long.

We'll pack up and leave, with the kid.

The kid's name is Vicky.

What are you doing, guys?

We can't do anything till the forestry guy comes.

So? We're not hunting, just locating the wolves.

We've something to show you.

Look. They're everywhere. That's the fifth we've found.

It does no harm.

But it makes a racket.

Plus the wolves smell us...

At least it won't take a hiker's leg off.

What?

I told you to remove those wolf traps all over the place.

We will. But if the Greens bother us with these mobiles,

we won't stand for it. - Don't start.

We're within our rights. Our sheep were killed.

We don't want these damn wolves!

We'll send it all to forensics and let you know.

OK. Thanks.

Er... Have you finished?

3 hours to get an address.

You're into shepherds?

OK. We must be making tracks. Goodbye.

What else did they find?

A gun fired at point-blank range from the back.

- An execution? - An act of revenge?

Oh, no! A bit far from town for that!

But maybe that's what they wanted: an isolated spot.

Can you take me home tonight?

No, my car's not there.

I met some smart-asses in Saint-Rémy.

They took my licence and the car.

Really? So you're taking up walking?

Are you joking?

No, I've sorted it. With a few phone calls.

I'll take another driving test, and it's fine!

You think it's funny?

- Starting again? - Yes.

Starting again.

I don't know how you can do this job, Alex.

I don't know either.

To think you came here for peace and quiet...

And I found you.

That's worth all the hardships.

You think so?

I know it.

Who are these cowboys?

Alex Hugo, I presume?

Armand Cohen. I'm from the Forestry Commission.

We met in Africa. How long ago was that?

Oh, nearly 10 years.

He was running a humanitarian project.

Now he's killing wolves.

I prefer "culling".

We need to kill 10 to control the numbers.

5 females, 5 males, including one Alpha.

I'm here to make sure there's no abuse.

Apparently, you're a very good shot.

Apparently.

I always hunt in accordance with the rules.

They all say that.

Oh! Professor Minsky.

Director, Saint-André National Park.

I must be off. Good luck for tomorrow.

So you're a militant again?

I have to be. He's a killer.

Don't exaggerate.

I have his history.

An old warrior who hunted in Africa.

And here he is,

ready to go after our poor wolves.

What more can I say?

Are you planning a guerilla operation, then?

Guerilla?

There are scarecrow-type things

all over the woods, to disrupt the hunt.

That's good news. Just what I wanted.

An anonymous rebellion!

People are angry, Mr Hugo.

The poor animals have some defenders!

You need to keep quiet, Albert.

The hunters and farmers are on red alert.

The ministry has approved the operation.

And I impose the law.

The ministry...

Ever seen anyone from the ministry here?

Penpushers who have no clue about

risks to the ecosystem. - Maybe.

But don't roam in the woods during the hunt.

It'll be safer.

Excuse me.

Yes?

Where are you?

I'm coming at once.

We've tried to get near him. No way.

We didn't know what to do. Come and see.

Don't worry.

I won't hurt you.

I only want to help.

You're wounded.

You need to go to hospital. OK?

I'll come back.

After a night in the woods, he has hypothermia.

- We need to get him down. - No road.

Did you see the track?

Call the fire brigade.

Get an ambulance to Autane junction.

- I'll be there in an hour. - OK.

Right.

I'll carry you on my shoulders.

Are you scared of them?

Can you stand back, guys?

We have to move.

- He's dehydrated. - We'll deal with it.

- Where'll you take him? - Rousseau Hospital.

You'll be OK, son.

He's been dead about 12 months.

But it's hard to judge.

- Only a year? - Yes.

The environment speeded up the decay process.

It happens faster in the mountains.

Variations of temperature, humidity, insects...

So who is he?

The number on the plate led me to the surgeon.

Let me introduce William Delapierre, 17.

- Find out what you can about him. - Yes.

This one is rotten.

An example that's really decaying.

And this one's just been opened up.

So? I don't see what's so special about it.

The rookies usually go away vomiting.

Not her!

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Jérôme Lamoureux.

I'm your instructor. You're here

as you're a threat to society and yourselves.

My job's to teach you the basics of driving again.

It's no easy task.

Since the course lasts only 3 days, I'm counting on you

to be punctual and concentrate on the programme.

What hospital? Rousseau? OK.

I'll join you there.

When I finish with this nonsense.

We'll start with a test on the highway code.

Batalla! I know you, don't I?

- I don't think so. - Yes, I do.

I know you.

Hello. Please follow me.

Yes.

He's been tied up for a long time.

The marks suggest he was in chains.

- How is he? - We've done tests.

No signs of abuse or malnutrition.

No papers on him. We took his prints.

And the wound on his foot?

It's nasty. He ran for a long time.

May I speak to him?

He hasn't spoken since he arrived.

Typical of a post-traumatic stress reaction.

He'll need time and family support.

The problem is, we don't know who he is.

I know.

But the kid needs to express his suffering, and quick.

We'll find whoever did this.

I spoke to Wacquier.

We can't count on the crime squad.

They'll try to identify him, that's all.

We'll deal with it ourselves.

- We can't let this go, Angelo. - No, I know.

Don't you want to get some rest?

You carried the kid all that way.

There'll be time to rest later.

I've finished the email for Alex Hugo.

I attached William Delapierre's file.

- Want to add a note? - No, send it, I've no time.

Any wiretapping results?

Nothing.

What do I call him? Lieutenant Hugo?

Lieutenant La Tendresse. He loves that.

Seriously?

Yes, go ahead.

It's the ballistics report on the skeleton.

He was shot in the head with a .44 Magnum.

- Oh, damn... - Yes, it's no joke.

I'll make enquiries, but that gun's quite rare.

It depends.

You see them in shooting clubs.

Heavy recoil, fantastic feeling.

It does the job!

A matter for the chief?

Don't worry. We'll handle it.

The girl's good.

- Is that the kid you found? - No, no.

That's the skeleton we brought out.

Shot in the head

and thrown in a hole, like a piece of meat.

His name was William.

He was 17 and an orphan.

No one was worried about him, no search was called for.

He was left in that hole for a year.

- That's horrible. - Yes.

This is his file: two measly bits of paper.

The cops thought he'd run away.

So it goes!

Two kids near Lusagne can't be a coincidence, Émilie.

I take in up to 30 kids.

Most of them deprived, orphans, hopeless cases.

We try to develop their skills.

The mountain atmosphere helps them blossom.

- You want to place a kid here? - No.

Tell me about him.

Oh! William Delapierre.

A nice boy, but unstable.

No relatives, no ties.

The child protection agency placed him here.

One day he left and never came back.

Hey, Lefèbvre!

- Don't forget to come to my office. - Sure.

So he left the home?

One night he was there, next morning he was gone.

He took his things without a word to anyone.

We thought he'd gone to his girlfriend's.

But she never heard from him either.

Did you report him missing?

Yes, I made a statement at the police station.

What's up? He's not in trouble, is he?

He didn't run away, he's dead. He was shot.

His skeleton was found in the mountains, in Lusagne.

That's terrible.

No one looked for him. We didn't have much information.

Lusagne, you said? He worked there.

Mr Lambret got him work on the ski lifts.

Lambret? Who's he?

The guardian of some of the kids.

He handles their bank accounts, helps them find work. Poor William!

You mentioned a girlfriend.

Yes... Maud. Maud Marchand, that's the name.

A seasonal worker in Lusagne. They met there.

- Does she still work there? - She must do.

One last question.

Do you know him?

No. I've never seen him.

- Don't tell me he's also... - No.

We were lucky, we found him alive.

Yes, Wacquier?

I need you to do something.

I need information about William Delapierre.

OK, I'm listening.

His guardian found him a job. He must know something.

- What's his name? - Lambret.

OK. I'll send Renart.

- How's your leg? - I'll have a lovely scar.

Don't worry, Caroline, the first one's the worst.

Mr Viard?

How can I help you?

Who's the yellow jersey?

Nibali.

I didn't expect that.

Then you don't know him.

Nibali's great.

He's strong, he's straight. He never gives up.

True, I don't know him.

Do you know him?

If he's in trouble, it's not my fault.

I just wanted to know if you found him the job.

Yes. I'm in charge of the seasonal workers.

He worked on the ski lift. He was honest.

Then why expect him to be in trouble?

Because these kids aren't well supervised.

That's important.

They all get into trouble.

His guardian sent him here. Mr Lambret, right?

Yes.

- Tell me more about the boy. - I've told you.

We get about 100 seasonal workers in summer, more in winter.

- Him or another, it's all the same. - No, it's not.

What's that?

The remains of this boy, left to die in a hole.

So what can I do?

Where did he sleep?

Down the hill. We've lots of room. They all sleep there.

And his girlfriend, Maud Marchand?

She works in the hotel restaurant. Not my domain.

I can't do it all.

Of course.

And this boy?

Never saw him.

He had a problem, too?

A problem, yes.

Look... If you go to the residence,

there's a boy called Paul.

Tell him next time he doesn't show up...

I'm joking.

You have to keep them in order.

Where did you come from?

Where did you come from?

Ms Marchand, please.

Ms Marchand...

- Leaning on the window. - Thanks.

- Ms Marchand? - What do you want her for?

It's OK, Paul. Yes?

- Can I have a word? - Are you going to bother me?

It's about William.

Willy? Nothing to say.

- He went away, that's all. - Unreliable.

He's dead. His body was found up the mountain.

I need you to tell me about him.

Come on, then.

He liked nature, Willy did.

We used to have a walk after work.

Was it serious between you?

We wanted to live together.

He wanted to leave the home and join me in Aix.

Then I heard nothing more.

I thought he'd had enough of me.

I waited a long time for him.

Did he say anything before he went?

When I heard he'd gone,

I thought he'd met someone else.

That helped me forget him.

Did the cops come to see you?

The less I see of them, the better.

I have to go. I work in the restaurant.

You all live here?

Yes. Not very nice, but cheap.

Do you know him?

It looks like you do.

No. He just reminds me of a friend.

What happened to him?

He was on the mountain, traumatized.

- Well? - No, I told you!

Show it to your friends,

and let me know if they recognise him.

He's better, psychologically.

We've saved his foot, and his results are normal.

- Did he wake up? - Yes. But he didn't speak.

Excuse me.

Alex, the boy's not known to us. His prints are not on file.

Renart checked the missing persons. Nothing.

- He's not a ghost. - I'm not psychic.

I can't invent him.

So you'll close his file, like William's?

Just put the file away?

Alex, I'm working on other things.

It's your job! Kids are being tortured.

We can't let that go on!

Shit! They're just kids!

Something wrong?

The hunt was difficult. It got dark.

The guys can't keep up.

Except that one, who's tireless.

A fine beast.

The alpha, leader of the pack.

A match for you.

He could have been.

But he had a wounded paw.

We found him hiding in a hollow tree.

His wound must have been infected for days.

He'd have died anyway.

That spoiled your pleasure.

Killing a wounded beast is no pleasure.

You'll make up for it.

We've got two already. The hunt's on.

I don't know how long it'll take, but...

something's disturbing the wolves.

They're nervous, scared.

They smell you.

No.

We're careful about tracks, wind direction.

Good hunters avoid detection.

Death comes without warning.

No.

There's something else.

OK. I'll leave you.

I think everyone needs a rest.

Look at him.

He doesn't know we're here,

with his life in our hands.

You could have killed him.

An easy kill gives no pleasure.

Tracking an animal, pushing it to take a last stand,

that's what matters.

I'm sick of this training.

I nearly blew it.

If need be, I'll do like all the others:

I'll drive without a licence.

What's that, now?

Someone put it outside the door, at night.

It belongs to the kid in hospital?

Exactly.

- What does it mean? - Someone knows where he came from.

They put it on a map inside the shoe.

Why didn't they come to us?

They must be scared of something.

Look, that's where I found the boy.

We must search that area, Angelo. We're close to finding out.

It's a big area. We'd need at least 15 cops.

We can't count on Wacquier.

I have an idea. But I'll need

a driver.

Hi, guys. Building your strength up?

Are you here to bother us?

That's not like us, is it?

- Where are you off to now? - The Bercot plain.

That's a big job. Good luck!

Where's the forestry guy?

Out already. An early bird.

Between you and me, guys,

I want to ask a favour.

Go ahead.

This is the place.

We need something for the dogs.

Here.

If anything's there, we'll find it.

We won't stand for this kind of shit here.

Thanks, guys.

Search, search!

Good boy! Search!

This way! Here! There's something!

Hold the dogs off.

- Mr Lambret? - Yes.

- William Delapierre's guardian? - Yes.

Do you have a moment?

Come in.

Yes. I remember William.

He was a good boy.

Though life didn't treat him well.

You look after all the kids at the home?

Not all of them, but quite a few.

It's a matter of legal decisions.

And you find jobs for them.

When they're willing to work. Not all of them are.

What exactly happened to William?

Have you discovered something?

Yes.

Do you know this boy?

No.

Are you sure?

You see a lot of boys in your job.

No, I'm sorry.

That's all.

One more thing.

You look after the kids' bank accounts?

Their statements?

Yes.

Show us William's, please.

There's nothing of interest. The account is frozen.

William couldn't withdraw money alone.

Let's see, nevertheless.

There.

Since the day he vanished,

there's always been 712 euros in his account.

Thanks.

Can you send us copies?

His papers, bank statements...

We'll come back, if need be.

What were you after there?

I don't know.

He might have been killed for an inheritance or something.

- That guy seemed nervous. - I thought that too.

We won't let him go. Will you check the paperwork?

Yes?

- Where are you? - The guardian's.

Get up to Lusagne, fast.

It's already 3pm!

They found another body.

Oh, shit!

We're on our way.

I hope you had no plans tonight.

It's a fantastic bike! Worth at least 20,000 euros.

I should've been a guardian.

Give us a rundown.

There's a body there.

There are chains fixed to the rock,

remains of food.

It was a prison, then.

We think...

the kids were kidnapped, taken up the mountain

and put in chains.

Even if they screamed, no one would hear them here.

It's isolated. Must be a local guy.

Someone who knows the place.

OK, we're nearly done.

What can you say?

I'm no expert, but it looks more recent.

Less than 6 months.

Something rare: a perforation of the skull,

a tidy, circular hole.

What can it be?

No idea, but it wasn't a bullet.

- Maybe a drill. - Just what we need!

- Did I say something wrong? - It's OK. Finish off.

How are you today?

I'm thinking a lot about you.

Tying to understand.

I want to catch the bastards who did that to you.

But to do that, I need your help.

They tied you up in a cave?

In the dark?

It was cold, right?

Very cold, I know.

How long did it last?

One day? Two days?

More?

When they took you there, did you hear...

any noise, a voice?

Did you see a face?

We'll get the bastards who did it.

You and me. I promise.

Don't worry, you're not alone now.

This one's from the locals.

You'll find him and arrest him, Alex.

Everyone here knows that.

- I have a bow, you know! - So what?

A fine weapon, isn't it?

It can kill.

With sufficient pressure, it can pierce armour from 100m.

It seems you know a lot about lethal weapons.

In Africa, people pay a fortune to go on safari

and hunt lions with such weapons. - Like you?

Oh, no! I just organized it, that's all.

Humanitarian work is good, it saves lives,

but you need to eat.

You're a mercenary.

I never hunted for pleasure.

And I hated the rich guys, with their guns

stored beside their golf clubs.

So why come here to kill wolves?

I doubt we'll ever understand each other.

Our hunt's nearly over.

I'll finish my work, you won't see me again.

Could a thing like this have caused that hole?

I asked the pathologist. He said yes.

What are you thinking?

Oh, no, no... I must be wrong.

About what? Tell me.

OK.

What does he do? He ties them up.

Gives them food, to keep them fit.

Then what? He lets them go in the woods,

in isolated areas.

Like... Like prey?

You think that? Like human prey?

No... Alex, no.

No, it's impossible! Look...

They're human beings! Kids!

No, no...

Just imagine a .44 bullet. You know how much noise it makes?

Except in the hunting season.

Anyway, he doesn't use the .44 to hunt with.

He uses it at close range, to finish the job.

His hunting weapon

is this. He hunts with this. A more modern version.

It's powerful, you know.

It can pierce metal.

It's the mayor. He wants to see me.

What can I tell him?

The truth.

Tell him the truth.

Viard gave him a job

A bullet in the neck.

Looks like a .44.

I don't get it. It all pointed to him.

He obtained the victims, he knew the area.

He's involved, but he's not the killer.

We're after someone strong, tough, who could carry the boys,

hunt them for hours.

Why? You think there were several?

I think it's worse than we imagined.

Right. I'll call Marseille.

Wait for the crime squad.

We don't have time to wait.

Got him!

Raphaël Cruchard.

Ask Renart to check.

He's coming. They'll be here in an hour or two.

We mustn't put our hands everywhere.

Angelo, the killer hides his tracks. He removes everything.

Tell Wacquier to send a cop to the hospital fast.

- Shit! It'll take hours. - OK. I'll go!

Hello. I came as fast as I could.

I'll get a coffee.

Stay with the kid!

I've sent backup. We'll protect him.

I nearly got him.

Did you see what he looked like?

He put on a balaclava before attacking me.

He's taking risks. He's scared. We'll get him.

Are you OK? I hear you're wounded.

I'm OK. Did you get anything on Raphaël?

Yes. He's on social services' files.

We got his foster family:

Mr and Mrs Vauthier. 34, rue de la liberté, Valmy.

Valmy's not far from here.

- I'll send Renart. - No. I'll go.

You need some rest.

You think it's the time for a rest?

OK. I'll leave you.

I have to go. No, thank you.

We took in Raphaël

when he was six. Social services sent him to us.

What was he like?

Very withdrawn.

We don't know their past when they come to us.

The shrink said it would be hard for him to open up.

- But he did? - Yes.

Thanks to the horses.

My husband works at a riding club.

Rafi always wanted to go with him to look after the horses.

When did you last see him?

Two years ago.

He wanted to go and get a job,

be independent.

Did he keep in touch?

From time to time.

If I'd known...

When did you last speak to him?

Three months ago.

He was happy. He was going to work,

for the season, in Lusagne.

How did he find the job?

His guardian, Mr Lambret, helped him.

His guardian, Mr Lambret.

Shot in the head, like Viard.

- Clearly there was a fight. - It was no burglary.

The locks weren't forced.

We had a feeling. He was nervous.

He had good reason to lie about Raphaël.

Fear. The guy was scared.

What's this scar on his neck?

Can you ask them to date it?

- What's the link? - The link?

The kids, Viard, the scar...

He was right to be scared.

Is there top security at the hospital?

The bastard might come back to finish his work.

See you later.

Don't move.

What do you want?

You ask me that, after this?

It wasn't me.

- Who, then? - No one.

Come off it! Your friend died on the mountain.

We found another skeleton, and we just saved this one!

Paul left you the photo.

No use looking, he's at the ski lifts.

Hey! Is Paul there?

Paul?

Yes, he's gone over to the Chemin aux Fosses,

by the stream.

He said he was doing overtime.

- Why is he there? - Ask him.

Answer her!

I don't know what he's doing!

He must be drinking.

He's gone there several times with a bag full of cans.

Are you coming?

I don't see why he would have lied!

Hang on, wait for me!

You think the hunters are all gone?

They're keen, you know.

Paul, wait!

He's with us.

It's disgusting, this hunt. No one defends the wolves.

You save them?

Well, he's trying, not just standing by.

But I need this job!

Explain.

I saw him just once, in Viard's chalet.

My interview was just after his.

- Why didn't you say? - I was scared of being fired.

Viard was a nasty guy.

He made us work like dogs.

He'd have chucked us out if we'd nosed into his business.

We didn't know what happened.

It was only later, when we talked again.

Yes, Maud persuaded me to leave you the photo.

And the shoe?

You found it when you put up the mobiles, so you couldn't say?

Did you see anything that day?

Nothing.

The hunters made me panic. I was scared they'd catch me.

From now on, both of you stay quietly in the resort.

Don't come back here.

There's something going on.

Stay down there, tell your friends to do the same.

No, leave it.

Go home, both of you.

Right, that's it. We've finished.

We respected the quotas.

Good!

Thank the guys,

for their help last time.

I've written my report.

- I made you a copy. - Thanks!

And you too.

That's nice! You're buttering us up.

He's doing his job.

The count is correct.

Bur did you count the animals mutilated by your traps?

I didn't set any traps.

Maybe you didn't. But those swine in your team...

For months I've wanted to get rid of them.

I'll deal with it. Come on, Albert.

Don't worry, we'll comb the woods

and remove them all.

Use your teeth if need be, but get rid of them.

Of course!

It's finished.

Not for us, unfortunately!

I have one question.

Yes?

When you were out hunting, did you see anyone?

No.

Do you know all the members of your group?

They're all registered at the town hall.

The original group hasn't changed.

OK.

I hope you catch the bastard.

I hope so too.

Right. Well, that's one thing sorted.

I didn't tell you.

You'll never guess, about my course.

The guy running it:

10 years ago, I caught him for obscenity.

No! What had he done?

He used to pee on luxury cars.

That explains why he became a driving instructor.

That's right.

What with that and the sessions I missed,

I'll never pass my test.

- Hello. - Hello.

How is he?

Physically, he's fine,

but as for the trauma...

Did his mother visit him?

Yes. But he didn't seem to recognize her.

You told me an emotional bond

might help him to speak?

Yes. But if it didn't work with his adoptive mother,

we're stuck. - Is it OK if I take him out

for half a day? - Sure.

- Thanks. - OK.

These names are contacts of both Viard and Lambret.

So our man could be one of them.

It's annoying, but there's no choice.

They must be checked one by one.

OK. We'd better start right away, then.

Let's go!

I'm taking Raphaël up the mountain.

What?

What the hell, Alex!

You want him guarded, yet you take him there?

Don't worry, I won't leave him.

You'd better not. He's a witness in a murder case.

Oops!

It cut off.

I haven't been riding for ages, either.

It does me good.

She's out of the meadow.

Rein her in, if you don't want her to carry you off.

If you're comfortable, you can set the pace.

- Goodbye. - Bye.

More than 20.

Next time, you ask the questions.

The Verdier plateau. Beautiful.

Shall we go to the glacier?

OK?

Let's go.

Enough. I'm all in.

- Just two more. - Do you never get tired?

I know that one. It's on my way.

The other one's 30 km away. I can't do that now.

We'll do it tomorrow.

I can do it. I'll use my motorbike.

- You sure? - Yes. I love motorbiking.

Though I'm not built for it.

OK! Cool!

- Any problem, call me. - OK.

- Was it good? - Great.

The cave.

He kept me in the dark.

I was all alone.

I was cold.

Very cold.

Was it Viard?

I was to work for him

all summer.

I signed a contract two weeks before the season began.

He invited me to celebrate.

We had a drink.

I had a headache, I fell asleep.

They blindfolded me.

Covered my eyes.

It was bumpy.

I woke up somewhere, in a car.

I was scared.

The car stopped.

They gave me an injection.

I was in the cave for hours.

I shouted, I begged for help.

No one heard me.

I picked up a stone and kept hitting,

hitting, hitting...

I managed to get free.

I ran away, but he came at the wrong moment.

He must have seen I'd gone, and he came after me.

I hid.

You know the rest.

Did you see who was chasing you?

The smallest detail may be important.

A knife.

He had a knife fixed to his calf.

Shit!

I've found him!

Alex! Alex!

That's him.

Routine enquiries.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

Come in, please.

Vassili signed up to hunt by himself.

He's not a member of the Lusagne group.

He was there from the start, laughing at us.

The one who said he was a top-class sportsman.

Yes! In excellent physical shape,

familiar with the mountains, a good shot!

I'll tell Wacquier. You look after Raphaël.

Where are you off to?

How could you let her go there alone?

Renart slipped up.

But you're the boss! Have you tried to call her?

I've tried ten times. I've sent a team up.

When they get there he'll be gone. Her too.

Don't do anything, Alex. Wait for them.

Shit!

You're awake. That's good!

How did you find me?

Did that pussy Viard talk before I dealt with him?

Or was it Lambret?

I thought I'd scared him enough to silence him.

I should've cut his throat properly the first time.

Not talking, eh?

Good.

You learned that with the commandos.

I've watched you, Hugo.

I've checked you out.

You were a soldier before you were a cop.

What have you done with Vicky? Where is she?

Have you killed her, like the kids?

Child, adult, man, woman... No difference.

You don't think of that when you kill.

You know that, if you've been to war.

They weren't in a war.

They were prey.

A wolf doesn't care what its prey thinks, it kills it.

A wolf doesn't kill for pleasure. No animal does.

Only madmen like you enjoy that.

Try anything and I'll shoot you in the knee.

It's hard to run with a shattered knee.

Give me your arm.

I'll offer you a deal.

A hunting game.

You go into the woods. Your woods.

You get 5 minutes start.

Then I'll hunt you with a crossbow. It's hard.

I won't go till I see Vicky. Where is she?

- What have you done to her? - "Vicky, Vicky, Vicky..."

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I killed her, shot her in the head.

Like Viard and Lambret.

Or else she's waiting.

In the dark. Terrified.

Like a small wounded animal.

How can you know?

You have to stay alive.

Prove to me you're the best, Hugo.

It was a good hunt.

It's good I gave you a chance.

For what? The cops won't let you get away.

You'll end your days in a cage.

Don't worry about me.

I'm prepared.

The pressure's too strong. You can't get it off alone.

You know what animals do to get free.

Use your knife.

Are you OK?

Vassili's in a bad way.

They may not save his leg.

I'd have done the same as you.

Shall we go?

The enquiry's conclusion.

The paramilitary arsenal found at Vassili's told us a lot.

He was a top sportsman,

struck off the French biathlon team for doping.

He wasn't a soldier?

He didn't like his early retirement.

He went to former Yugoslavia, joined a Serbian militia.

That's where he got a taste for blood?

We'll get more details. He may be a war criminal.

And the others?

He met Viard at a shooting club.

Viard was fascinated by his past.

A predator in the making, who never made it.

It was easy to get him involved.

And the guardian?

He did it for money, at first.

He recruited lost kids and asked no questions.

The day he realized the truth, Vassili cut his throat.

So he kept quiet.

He was caught up in things, you're right.

That's it.

Ours is a funny job, isn't it?

Yes. A funny job, yes.

Good, Batalla.

I see you've calmed down.

Left at the next junction.

And find a place to park.

Indicator, Batalla. Indicator.

- What's that bastard doing? - Concentrate, Batalla.

No, I can't see this!

What are you doing?

Shit! Stop at once!

He's crazy!

Come here, you! Come here!

My licence? Surely I've got it!

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