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Albert.

That's right.

Good boy, Albert!

Shit, right?

Yeah, shit!

Don't feed him those. Full of salt and nitrites.

You keep off them, too.

Eating is like talking. It defines you as a human being.

Even better, it defines how you exist in the world.

And eating chips means I don't exist?

You're passive.

Guzzling anything on offer. Like Albert.

Disobedience. That's real courage today.

So how come I obey you?

That's different. I'm not the system.

Good boy.

Here, put that on.

No way, Dad. It stinks of bad squid.

Look, make an effort. You came along for once.

And we're late.

- I told you I had plans. - What plans?

Gaming with your lame friends?

You said I didn't have to come.

Then you'd be on time.

You're kidding me!

You knew we had an important appointment

at the hospital, and then...

Hold on, Émile, what the hell?

Dammit!

Shit!

Émile! Whoa!

Get back in the car!

Émile!

- Émile, Knock it off! - What the heck!

We both have an appointment, we both go. Period!

- Keep calm! - Don't touch me!

You bastards!

Stop!

Come back!

Come on, Émile.

Move!

Strange days!

Strange days, yeah!

Stop that.

- Stop bothering people. - It's fine.

- Mr. Marindaze. - Yes.

Émile.

Hello, François.

Hello, Émile. Good to see you.

So...

Lana's improving.

Significative progress.

Three weeks since her last episode.

I don't want to jump the gun

but the treatment seems to be working.

We're confident, we can stabilize her condition.

First piece of good news.

The second is...

Reception Center South will open ahead of schedule.

Your wife's transfer will be in May with our other patients.

- This coming May? - Mm-hmm.

You'll still move with her?

Sure, of course.

I reached out to a contact in hospitality

- and found a school for Émile. - Mm-hmm.

We're working on it, we'll be ready.

You said we'd talk before making a decision.

Émile, the south's great.

A move will do us good. New horizons.

I keep telling you, humans are not sedentary.

That lifestyle kills us.

The Center's an opportunity.

With the best treatment, eventually, she can come home.

That's what matters.

She'll get back to normal there?

You know, these mutations...

are a recent phenomenon.

It's complex.

I freely admit, we're in the dark,

but we're getting there.

In two years, we've made real progress

in deciphering this disease. So yes, don't lose hope.

You say doctors are liars and quacks, and now you agree.

I never said that.

Not in so many words.

It so happens, the doctor's right.

It's a question of time. We always get there in the end.

Rabies, the plague. Measles.

And Ebola? And diabetes? Colds even. Zip! Come on!

Look, you heard as well as me.

Treatments work. There's significant progress.

Significative. Your mom is calm.

No comparison with before your dad brought her in.

Before you brought her in.

By force. I didn't bring anyone in.

François,

for the 100th time, keeping her was not an option.

Why talk down to him?

You all talk down to him. Dad reads up on this.

I do not talk down to him. The situation was dangerous.

"Born to cause no bother, forfeit, esteem and patience."

René Char summed it up.

Go see your mom?

They've thinned it out.

- Mm. - It's way better.

You can see the far end now.

You still go for walks?

Hmm.

You need fresh air.

Mm-hmm.

Émile...

I'll be back. We're not going.

What are you waiting for? Go talk to her.

It's not like she understands.

Smile.

She's your mother.

Hmm?

THE ANIMAL KINGDOM

Look, there it is.

RECEPTION CENTER SOUTH

It's great!

Cabinets and everything.

Magnificent cabana!

Smell that pure air!

I smell you need a shower.

Quit the long face.

Quit the long face!

It's only temporary.

For a vacation rental, it's cool.

Get off me!

Albert, pow!

So...

We have a new student for the rest of the year.

I'm relying on you to give him a warm welcome.

Anything to add?

Uh, um...

Yes, I'm Émile.

Very happy to meet you all.

I'm only here for two months

but I look forward to getting to know you.

Your name's Émile? Your parents hate you or what?

Funny.

Thanks, Victor, for the constructive comment.

You got expelled before?

Nina!

It's weird, turning up now. You got in trouble?

No, a career opportunity for my dad.

What do your folks do?

- Dad's a cook. - And your mother?

My mother's dead.

Nina, thank you. Émile, you can sit down.

Great job, Nina. Nice and awkward.

Last week, we started reading Phèdre.

Did you get time to do...

Nina, I hope it's relevant.

For Émile...

No offense,

it's just you're new, so I'm curious.

My ADHD means I blurt stuff out. Sometimes I offend people.

My brain races ahead, then I feel guilty.

Okay, it's no big deal.

What's the scar from?

Lightning.

- What's your favorite music? - Nina, enough.

Can we move on?

Thank you. So, Phèdre...

Last week, we discussed the definition of catharsis.

Can someone tell me what it means?

Jordan wants to do Phèdre's monologue

but he's too shy to ask.

I'd be delighted but cut it out, Victor.

You're not cooking?

Cooking, serving...

A place like this, you gotta multi-task. You adapt.

Naïma...

This is my son, Émile.

Hello, Émile.

- It smells delicious. - Thanks.

Half-pint's here!

I'm Jacques.

Your dad says you're good in the kitchen.

If it pays well.

Very pragmatic.

You like it down here?

Yeah, the town and all, it's cool.

And it has history, gives it charm.

Except for their new Center with all that concrete.

- Yeah, for the monsters. - Exactly. Anyway...

François, you got the canoes?

- Yeah. Be right back. - Nobody's serving?

Scared of creatures?

There's nothing to be scared of.

Seasons gone haywire!

See that sky?

Shit!

Fuck it!

Fucking cabana!

I woke you?

Go back to bed. It's late.

Ah.

Shit!

One, two, three...

C'mon, together!

Hold on.

Hello?

Yeah, that's me.

How come?

Hold on.

I don't get it. What happened?

When?

Where?

Move along, sir.

Dad, what are you doing?

Sir!

Dad, what the hell?

Let go!

Stop!

- Let go of me! - You have to leave, sir!

Let go of me! Where's my wife?

Leave us alone! Let me go!

Hey, calm down!

Keep calm! What's going on?

A civilian and his kid.

Looking for his wife.

She's a critter. I mean, a creature.

A victim.

Sergeant Julia Izquierdo. You're in good hands.

Do you hear me?

Dad!

What happened?

The bus veered off the road.

A tree fell on the road in the storm.

What's your wife's name?

Marindaze, Lana.

Not found yet.

Over 40 missing. We're just starting.

Izquierdo!

Coming, sir.

I'll leave it to my colleague to take your details.

What details?

All we need to find your wife.

We're on it.

Thanks, sergeant.

Your t-shirt.

My t-shirt?

Her sense of smell is enhanced. She'll pick up the scent, see?

And find us.

Don't you get it? Mom won't be back.

I understand, but you're wrong.

Give me your t-shirt.

No, I won't give you my t-shirt.

Okay, go back inside where it's nice and warm.

Good night.

Shit!

What the hell are you doing, Dad?

I bet we get a state of emergency

due to the critters.

Any more curfews, I'll kill myself.

No joke.

I heard they caught one in town.

There were cops everywhere.

I'd love to see one for real.

Seriously?

Okay?

Hey.

Pooped already?

I didn't get much sleep.

Yeah, droopy lids!

Stick 'em up!

Huh?

Don't you get the joke?

Droopy lids. Stick 'em up!

Sportswear mandatory, Marindaze wears a cardigan.

Surely some mistake!

Longer stride, knees higher!

You don't lob a discus. I already told you.

Come on, I'm doing my best.

Everybody has an activity,

Marindaze takes root. Surely some mistake.

The mistake is Marindaze.

Marindaze, tug-of-war with the weaker team.

Wake up, show some enthusiasm. Move it!

Off the track! There are people running.

Pull! Harder!

Come on, girls!

- Pull, Nina! - Harder!

Feeble. Flex your puny arms!

C'mon, don't give up!

What is this?

It's just him. Pull!

Come on, girls, pull!

You guys, help your buddy.

- Pull! What are you doing? - What do you think?

There you go. Excellent!

- You girls are useless. - You jerk.

Good work, Marindaze. Come to my party Friday.

It's at my place!

And Mokhtari will like that.

Right, Mokhtari?

I gotta go.

What's up with him? You okay?

What the hell is that?

Émile, it's Dad.

I'm working tonight but I made lasagna.

Just heat it up. Please, no microwave.

Love you. Big kiss.

Going to war?

And you're opening a steakhouse?

You got my messages?

I called in 15 times.

Nobody updated you?

No.

Sorry, but actually, we're not on the search.

Why on earth not?

That's exactly how I reacted.

I expected to be working 24/7

but they're sending in the military.

And we house and feed them. As you can see.

Good team players, sure,

but it pisses me off,

training all year round, on the alert...

I'm in shape for the Olympics and I wind up buying sausages.

Anyways...

"Honor and Country!"

Going to war?

We've got it. On the scene with Izquierdo.

Sir, National Gendarmerie.

What's going on?

Over there, there was a critter.

Evacuate calmly, please.

Secure the entrance and evacuate the store.

Folks, let's...

What are you doing?

Lana!

Stop. You hear me?

Stop!

Got her!

We'd like to inform customers

a police operation is ongoing in our store.

Please make your way to the checkouts. Thank you.

Don't be afraid.

Evacuate, sir. We've got this.

The commander thanks you for your civic behavior.

What's that for really?

Camping.

Sure.

You know, entering the forest is prohibited.

Sure.

Sergeant!

Julia.

François.

Bonnell, in the car.

Up and at 'em!

Stinks in here.

Didn't you hear your alarm?

- Stop, Dad! - Didn't you hear it?

Get out! Out!

Shit, that stinks.

Move it, I want a word.

Okay, I'll be right there.

Coming to Jordan's Friday

You skipped my lasagna. You sick?

No, I wasn't hungry.

What's all this?

- Huh? - Sit down.

Hanging clothes on the ferns again?

I was right. There are survivors. I saw one.

We begin the search here this weekend.

You saw survivors?

Mm-hmm. We triangulate from here.

Then fan out west, away from the river.

Trust me. We'll find her.

I'm going to a party Friday. Till late.

Hold on... ...this is not a negotiation.

I said, you're coming.

Party another time.

Yeah, got it.

Okay, but not too late.

You need sleep. Seven hours minimum. Be consistent!

Cool, right? We throw lots of parties here.

Jordan's folks are loaded. They're never here.

Here.

Circular movements

are super tough.

You can't bend freely in armor

because you're stuck with arms like this.

Why don't you take up a real sport?

- It is a real sport. - This one's awesome!

For St. John's Day.

- I'm fighting a duel. - This one's dope.

Don't touch. It's fragile.

What's St. John's?

A traditional feast with sausages.

You'll come watch?

I work the bar, so I'll miss the show.

Not a show, a fight. Joints are illegal strikes.

They'll cancel because of the creatures.

Okay, Maëlle?

Where you going?

It's not sure it'll be canceled.

It's not that...

What then?

Yesterday, I saw one.

After my Italian class, near the old town hall.

It was a woman with a horrible face.

Things coming out of her mouth, like an insect.

- Jordan's ma. - She looked at me.

Swear to god, her eyes were filled with hate.

Hold on, the old town hall?

Your class is nowhere near there.

You don't believe me? You're not on my side.

Sure, I believe you.

Just establishing the facts.

Okay, Émile?

- All right? - Wasted, that's all.

He's in a bad way.

- I'll be fine. - Here...

Under your tongue.

Going full horndog!

- That's so unhygienic. - We've lost Émile.

Okay, Émile?

What was that?

Put that down.

Who wants to croak a critter?

Shut it. They're living beings, like us.

Preachy bastard. I'll skewer you.

NO CRITTERS HERE!

What's that?

What the fuck is that?

- Dad, no. - Come on, I'm your dad!

I'm good to go. I was waiting for you to get up.

Got home late?

No! I'm just grabbing a shower.

Move it! We leave in 10 minutes.

Find her, Albert.

I told you to switch it off. There are cops!

Come on.

Dad? How did you feel when Mom started changing?

You know the René Char quote?

"Born to cause no bother, forfeit esteem and patience."

But didn't it disgust you?

Like physically?

No.

It was different, that's all.

We confronted it together.

- "Confronted" it? - It's a figure of speech.

It was still her.

It changed nothing.

Hmm.

- You kissed her? - Yes, I still kissed her.

You thought it could go on forever?

Can we focus here?

You're mad at me for them taking her

after she striked out at me?

I'm mad at you for mangling verbs.

And scarfing mass-produced salami.

You bought it.

Lana!

Super discreet for the cops.

Shit!

Thanks.

Look in the door.

The CD 2000 and something.

2003.

Track one's our song. Mom and me.

I asked her to dance at a village fete.

She said it was super cheesy but it's her favorite song.

Wow, insane.

Window! Let her hear it.

Louder!

Mom!

Fuck!

Albert!

Back off!

Come on.

Beat it!

Come on.

Dad, stop it!

Keep your eyes on the road!

I don't fucking believe it. Damn critter!

- Where are you going? - The hospital.

No way, stop. It's a scratch.

- Pull over, stop the car. - You're nuts!

Dad!

- What are you doing? - Stop!

You idiot. What do we say at the ER?

Don't call me that. Get in.

Okay, we won't go.

- Swear? - Get in!

When you're calmer.

Happy now? Get in.

Thought I recognized the car.

Oh, is your boy okay? Émile, right?

- A little accident. - My dog bit me.

What happened?

Creatures attacked the riding school.

A real massacre. Horseacre, I should say.

Good for you, seeing action.

Lots of action. Directing traffic today.

Come back!

Get that checked out. It's deep.

- We're going to the hospital. - No, no hospitals.

I don't like them. I won't go.

Park at the far end.

Bleeding again.

One heck of a cut.

How'd you get it?

My dog bit me, like we said.

He got you good.

Next time, if he tries again...

we'll put him down.

The dog, not the kid.

Speed it up, Laborde.

Uh...

You need air?

You live locally?

Speed it up, Laborde.

- Your barbecues are a hit. - Yeah, I guess so.

- Lieutenant. - Izquierdo. Got a visitor?

Soundproofed your room?

Going downhill, the vibe here.

Maybe time for me to change.

- To what? - Get a transfer.

Just ask, if you need help.

Help for what? No, I'm good...

It's all good.

When you're stressed, breathe from your gut.

Done. Let's go.

See you soon.

Filthy mutt.

You're alive, that's cool.

I called you. We freaked out. Like you give a shit.

- What's that? - Let go!

Ask before you touch someone. Crazy!

Mokhtari and friend!

Don't bitch out on me. Grades on the line.

The cathode is hydrogen, right?

- Yes. - Help me here.

Straight up, a guy's gotta do everything himself.

What measures voltage? That?

Shut it!

Works better if you pedal right.

Butt out.

I reacted like that till I got my ADHD diagnosis.

Age seven, I decompensated on my teacher.

When it hit me, I'd have liked someone to check in.

Sorry I bailed the other night.

And for licking your arm.

Come by my place?

You know it?

Yeah, it's...

Let me think 'cause...

It reminds me of so many songs.

It's the mute, changes everything.

The music school expected it back three years ago.

- You're good, real talent. - Very funny.

Before, I was totally into it.

There's so much I want to do.

It's like choices for college next year.

It stresses me out.

I can't choose. I want to do everything.

Here...

- Can I get a drink? - Help yourself.

- What's that? - Hmm?

Ah.

It was on my doorstep after the party.

It's a Eurasian jay.

That's where I got the feather.

I'm vegetarian. Dead birds aren't my thing.

I didn't ask, so it's not like

I'm encouraging cruelty to animals.

What will you do with it?

People are collecting food for the creatures.

Maybe I'll donate it.

You smell good.

For real?

I haven't showered.

Might be that.

I stink like crazy.

I like it.

You guys were in the crash?

My mother was too.

I'm Émile.

And you?

Fix.

As in fix?

- That's your name? - I don't remember it.

I don't know your ma and don't give a fuck!

You can beat it now.

Here, it's dog eat dog in case you hadn't noticed.

Thanks for the food.

- Why stay with her then? - That's different.

She clings to me.

Beat it!

You'll kill yourself.

So what do I do?

If I can't fly?

A bird that can't fly, what does it do?

Lives?

Or dies?

I know a spot that's not so risky.

Not far.

Great, a watery trashcan.

You want me to impale myself?

They're only branches. I'm on it.

See? It's easy.

Does that hurt?

Your back.

You lucked out, it didn't start on your face.

Does it hurt you?

In front of you.

There's a lot to do.

Almost done.

That's good.

I think it might work.

Shit!

Émile, we said 8:30 and it's nine o'clock. Move it!

Call me.

Another booking canceled.

People are scared. The disease of the day.

Good news is, St. John's Day is still on.

It won't save our season, but hey.

I can rely on you two?

- For sure. - Here, look.

VIGILANT TOGETHER

Local traders had the idea.

I designed it. And we have this.

Originally, for stray dogs.

Good, right?

What's this mean?

Qu'aimi las bestias,

mes de luenh.

"I like animals but from afar."

It's Gascon.

- Excuse me! - Right with you.

- Naïma, a drink with us? - I don't have time.

Who's there?

Lana?

Calm down.

Lana!

Stop it!

Enough.

No!

Calm down and listen.

Look at me.

Leave nice and easy.

Come on...

Go.

Sorry. I'll be right back.

I should've tried something else.

Singing, maybe.

With my little sister, singing calms her down.

Where is she?

Down river. Hidden away.

Anyway, let's clear this up.

François?

Okay?

I saw her.

It was her.

You're sure?

Yes.

Sorry I'm late. My bike got stolen.

What happened here?

It's not just France.

It's a whole international network.

Check the stats.

With creatures, it's exponential.

More and more. It won't stop.

It's pointless, locking them up.

Learn to live together. Finish your fries?

Mm-mm.

Leave them the forest.

Like a big park.

- Cohabit, that's all. - You bet.

Lack of political will, that's the trouble.

In real terms,

besides t-shirts, what do you do?

I say, we start training.

Training for what?

Combat techniques.

Bump into one, boom.

Totally.

I'm a really easy prey.

Maybe I capture one and we become buddies.

Like, give me any shit, forget pit bulls,

I got Godzilla.

Nah, Godzilla tears you to shit.

Imagine one turns up here.

Like in your fries.

Maëlle, that's super stressful.

Dude, you stopped donating?

The cops shut it down after the restaurant incident.

Fuck! Gross, man!

Wasn't hungry anyway.

No, it's just...

- Just a milk tooth. - Right.

And another sign of declining standards in schools.

You're the declining standard.

You were saying?

Nothing.

Okay?

Go, go, go! Go, Fix!

It was better this time.

Whaddya mean, better?

I'm nearly there.

Yes.

Ready?

The jerks.

They put me straight on the slab for corrective surgery.

A real massacre, see?

You hear my voice?

How it's changing?

It blocks sometimes.

It hurts.

Me, it's my spine.

I feel it cracking inside.

Like my bones are moving.

Worst of all

is the fur.

Wolf fur is bristly. It itches.

Dachshund fur, you mean. Or poodle.

- Nope, wolf. - Either way, it's pathetic.

- Look who's talking. - I'm not done.

I'm gonna be sublime.

I'm gonna be sublime!

Froggie!

She's no frog.

A lizard, maybe. Or chameleon.

I like it...

Froggie.

The forest's huge.

Get a grip, François. They're only trees.

Julia!

Julia!

Not normal, this silence.

Pesticide and resinous monocultures.

- Empty. No living... - Kill the light.

Okay, let's go.

You okay?

Lana...

Can't work out if I'm scared of losing her...

or finding her.

Breathe.

Okay? Think you can get up?

You want to go back?

No.

Brutal, what you pulled.

It's standard Gendarme training?

I did a combat module last year.

It's a pretty simple technique.

Grab their wrist and then just...

Shit.

Had a good evening?

Not as good as you, apparently.

- Yours? - No.

What's up? You're all weird.

Show me your hands.

This is stupid.

So the plan is, you drink and we camp out?

I found it in the forest.

Try it.

See if it still works.

Yeah, cool. Thanks, Dad.

Not like that. Ride it.

No.

Ride it, Émile.

Then bed.

Get off me!

I'm here.

So where's it at?

- I don't know. - No, not "I don't know."

- Talk or we'll get nowhere. - I told you.

I hear things way too loud. My nails, my back...

Fur.

That's all.

Anyone else knows?

- No. - Your girlfriend?

She's not.

- Does she know? - No.

What's in the forest?

If you take risks, they'll separate us.

You go to the Center, and I can't help you.

Stick to your routine, go to school.

Two weeks to the vacation, so keep your nose clean. Okay?

Don't arouse suspicions. All right?

Okay, don't arouse suspicions.

What's the milkshake? It stinks.

Natural stress relief.

It'll do you good.

The meds are Mom's?

- You feel tired at first. - What happens next?

Tie me to the bed, like her?

Seriously, what can we do?

I'm thinking.

I'm thinking.

Their approach, dumping patients randomly

in a hospital, it's bullshit.

They don't get it.

I read up on what happens in Norway.

It's super fucking smart! All based on cohabitation.

The shepherd and the wolf, they cohabit.

It's not about hunting and being hunted.

Or dividing people. No! Work together is what we do.

That, for example. Just don't!

I promise.

Ah.

Lucky, your new teeth are in back.

Not teeth, fangs.

Looking good. Clip them every day.

For your ears...

Keep your hair over your ears. It suits you.

- Works? You hear me? - Everything, but not so loud.

- Drop your pants. - No way.

- You want my help? - Sure.

But just show me and I'll take care of it.

There.

Wait five minutes. And scrape it off. With this.

And then...

The more you put on,

the longer it takes to grow back.

So no more boycott over aluminum?

This is different.

Shit!

- Not ready? - Sure.

Just a sec.

- Nice place you have. - Yeah, it's great.

Hi, Émile.

- You good? Arm healing? - Yeah, he's much better.

Sure. He's much better.

Are you guys Buddhist?

- Yeah. - No.

No, it's for the scent.

I'll wait outside.

Won't be long.

You take after her.

Uh-huh.

- Just don't forget... - No sweat.

Take my meds, go to bed. Like you said.

Right.

Keep an eye on him.

Mad. It didn't even ring.

I was on my phone. What's up?

Nothing. Just thought I'd call.

What are you doing?

Not much. I was on a cold case subreddit.

A woman that got kidnapped.

A year later,

a photo of her turns up in a parking lot.

Wearing glasses. Guy taking the photo reflected in them.

Most likely, he's the kidnapper.

You there?

I hear your breathing. Freaky.

I'd no idea the night was so loud.

Listen.

I love how the night sounds.

Nina...

You think, if I shout from here,

you'll hear me at your place?

Go on.

Didn't hear a thing.

Let me try.

Fix?

Fix?

What's wrong?

What?

Can't talk?

No problem. We'll find a way.

For sure. Soon, you'll fly.

We're together. I'm here.

What are you doing?

Come down!

You idiot! You'll kill yourself!

Come down!

Thank you. Enjoy it.

Good job, buddy!

It sucks!

On the house...

- Ultrasound. - Thanks.

Two pigs vanished from the stores.

Keep an eye open for creatures on the prowl.

Unless it was gypsies.

Change the record, Jacques.

The beers are gonna pour themselves?

I'm on my break.

François, your son made it.

He's changing. I let it go, or I'd ruin the party.

But three hours late is not cool.

Sorry, but I'll have to dock his pay.

I called 20 times. Where were you?

Sorry, I was with buddies and lost track of time.

Bullshit! Where were you?

I'll change and be right there.

Come on, back off. I'm fine.

Look at your hands.

Numbskull!

- We'd agreed. - Back off.

Why don't you listen?

Why don't you listen?

What are you doing?

Sit down.

No.

If they catch you, done. You're alone.

- Got it? - You'll be all alone.

Don't push it.

Why? What will you do?

What do I do? I protect you.

I protect you.

No, you don't protect me!

Sit down.

You okay?

The gang's at the bar.

I was going that way.

Come along if you want.

We won't miss much.

It all ends with a bar brawl and a car crash on the way home.

Even for 120 bucks, I regret coming.

Eons ago, they burned cats on St. John's Day.

They put them in bags

and threw them on the fire.

The cats howled, the fire burned.

People loved it.

I like your hair.

Take this off.

I knew.

You ever wash all that?

Not every time.

- That's gross. - No, you're gross.

Ignore the bigmouth.

Nina!

Four free beers, please.

Here.

Folks, your beers.

Thanks.

- Here's to youth! - Thanks, dude.

Shepherds! Every year, they bust my balls.

I need a leak. Take mine.

Wait!

Guys piss together. Am I right, Émilou?

Nina's cool.

Right, Émile?

Yeah.

Saw you guys earlier. In the field.

Time on your hands?

You had a blast?

What you doing?

Not such a blast?

Stop it.

I can't hear it.

It frazzles critters, apparently.

What you turning into?

A rat?

Monkey?

You hear your breathing?

Disgusts me.

Over here!

Let's go!

A critter!

Where's Émile?

Let's roll.

In one line!

Let's go!

There! Moving!

Got it!

I see it!

It's me.

Froggie?

- The boy's father. - All right.

For his statement, down there on the right.

Lucky we got him first. The critters are nasty.

Okay, let's save time. You got lost,

wound up there by chance.

With no intention to hinder military operations.

- Are we agreed? - Yes, that's right.

Thank you.

Full name, date, signature.

I'll print it out again.

Come on.

Mom...

I saw her.

We met.

Remember when we went skiing?

Shit weather, so we hiked with those things on our feet.

Snowshoes. I remember the snowshoes.

And the ski lift.

At the top...

It was snowing.

It was foggy and windy.

Mom and I tried to pick out Mont Blanc

but visibility was zero.

Suddenly, you said...

"Majestic."

True, it's beautiful there.

The mountains and snow.

You meant the ski lift.

All those working parts, and nuts and bolts.

The little pulleys.

- I didn't say that. - You did.

I said that?

What a jerk!

What?

Nothing.

You're beautiful.

They do stink.

You'll visit me at the Center?

You're not going.

What's the top speed of a fox or wolf?

I don't know.

Fifty kilometers an hour.

Sixty even, in some cases.

Go.

Go, Émile!