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Hang all the aristocrats!

Time is of the essence, you need to leave!

I beseech you!

They're going to arrest you!

Bring me some candles.

I'll be working late tonight.

- Yes Sir! - And a glass of wine, as usual.

This world needed to change.

But the Revolution became the Terror.

And, myself, in turn

I will be swept away.

Certainty blinds us,

and makes us insane.

It can devour our hearts.

And turn us into beasts.

In the year 1764

the Beast appeared in our lands, and took possession of them.

A year later, its infamy extended

beyond the borders of our province.

And people started to think that no mortal

would ever put an end to it.

Under its assaults the Gevaudan province

sunk deeper and deeper into darkness.

- What's he doing? - It's a thief!

- And her? - His daughter.

You damn witch!

I took care of their horses and they refuse to pay!

Don't listen to him sir people here are liars!

- How do you heal? - Yeah.

Go on, scamper!

Welcome to the land of the Beast, my Lords!

And beware of wolf traps!

The knight, Gregoire de Fronsac,

and the man they called Mani were neither

hunters, nor soldiers.

A naturalist in the King's Gardens,

the knight, in Paris, had a reputation

of being a witty libertine.

As for the one following him,

like a shadow, he was a foreigner.

He was also a cipher.

After nightfall,

the two travellers arrived at the castle

of the Marquess of Apche who was offering

accommodation in the Gevaudan for as long as required.

Our people would not fear a mere wolf.

The Beast is different.

It flees men, as if it were afraid of them.

But it spares neither women nor children.

- Have you ever seen it? - No.

Do excuse me but how do you know

that it's just one Beast?

All the survivors describe it similarly.

The Beast is much bigger than a wolf.

And is said to be impervious to bullets.

I understand your skepticism, Fronsac.

I don't believe in dragons more than you do.

But, I've had drawn up for you

a memoir, on the Beast's crimes.

You be the judge.

My father tells me you fought the English, in New France?

Yes. I went to study nature and animals,

and I came back with some injuries,

and the rank of Captain in the King's Army.

I opened a hospital for the Beast's victims.

It was a former Priory.

That's a woman from Lorcière she was returning from the fair

when the Beast set upon her.

Her companions came to her rescue.

The Beast fled, after taking off

half of her face.

Tell me, Knight, how is Mr. Buff on keeping?

And how about Paris?

And I'Ingenu? Did you read that one?

Marquess, it is somewhat late to discuss philosophy.

You're right. Let's discuss theatre.

Know any of the actresses? What's on this winter?

Drop it there. People say they are alluring.

I don't know if it's true

some are said to offer their favors.

Tell me then.

This should satisfy your curiosity.

The French Mercury?

We only get the Avignon Courier here.

I'll show you to the common room.

No, he'll sleep here.

Very well. Good night, Lord Knight.

It's no Versailles, but the wine is good!

[foreign language or dialect]

As big as a cow.

[continues in foreign language]

- [foreign language] - He has seen many wolves!

He says the animal who attacked him isn't one.

Its snout was long, its teeth like knives.

If not a wolf, then what was it?

- [foreign language] - Knight!

The Beast attacked a girl near Saint Alban.

Calm down, Knight, there is no one.

Halt!

- Son of a whore! - Hello, Captain.

Mr. Marquess?

Please, accept my respectful greetings.

Be careful, there are traps everywhere.

Duhamel, this is Gregoire de Fronsac, a Knight.

From the King's gardens.

He wants to get a closer

look at the body of the poor girl.

With your permission, of course.

So it's you, Sir who brutalized my men?

I didn't know, Captain,

that they were following your orders.

It's not the case. You did well.

My apologies. Those soldiers are not from this land.

They are trained for war not hunting.

Watch out, we emptied her guts to stuff the body with poison.

What kind of a gardener are you?

When the Beast is killed, Captain,

His Majesty wants it brought

to be studied and conserved in Paris.

I'm in charge of drawing

the Beast and preserving it as soon as it's dead.

For now, I'm trying to understand it.

With such a jaw, the Beast must weigh 500 pounds.

I'll get it this time Lord Marquess.

Before the first snow.

If everyone attends the hunt, it won't be able escape.

- Have you already seen it? - Once, Sir.

Had it in my sights, once in 13 months.

I hit it, I swear Sir.

It collapsed, and revived immediately.

We lost it above Mount Moucher it's like

it disappeared into the woods.

Is this what it looked like?

It also had a black stripe on the back, like

like spikes, as you see.

Friends, I give you

the author of these sketches...

Knight Gregoire de Fronsac.

Sent by Providence, as it were...

- Arrived from Paris to... - Gobble the Beast?

His Grace, the Bishop of Mande.

His Lordship, Duke of Mancan.

His Lordship, Count of Morangias.

And her Ladyship, the Countess.

Their son, Jean-Francois.

He has also travelled.

- You have a good eye, Sir. - Thanks, Sir.

Mr. Laffont, our estate manager.

Father Henry Sardis.

Priest of Saint Alban.

So, Sir, pray tell...

Is the Beast much discussed in Paris?

It's even the object of songs.

When prayers would be more appropriate.

Do you think Captain Duhamel

will be in such need of God's help?

Who could do without it?

Duhamel is only good enough

to disguise his soldiers as girls.

To lure the Beast... What a strategy!

Duhamel does what he can.

I find you very indulgent.

Duhamel is useless.

His hunts exhaust our people, and his mercenaries

destroy our land yet the Beast remains free.

Quite.

If taxes are levied to pay Duhamel,

by those gentlemen in Paris,

then I'd rather give it to my servants.

What say you, Sir?

Don't feel the need to answer, Sir.

His Lorship the Duke enjoys sarcasm,

- But he's a good Christian. - When you arrived,

and these wonderful people were banging on about.

God all mighty and whatever else, I even heard

that the Pope sent a spy to establish whether

the Beast was a manifestation of the devil or not.

Excuse me...

Marianne of Morangias... Difficult, Sir.

Very difficult. The mightiest have failed.

- Who's the next failure? - Maxime Leforet.

- A playwright. - Then it'll be easy.

Careful. She's a Morangias.

My Lady.

Sirs, my Lady and myself were in conversation.

- Are you Maxime Desforets? - Maxime stands before you.

- What a joy to meet you. - Great writers are a rarity.

The Marquess of Apchile had just mentioned you.

He wishes a memoir to be written about his family

- and he is considering you. - You think?

Now's the time! He's in a good mood.

But proceed subtly.

Act innocent, and, especially, went for him to bring it up.

Excuse me, my Lady.

- Aren't you ashamed? - I swear to God, I'm not.

So, Mr. Naturalist, is our land to your liking?

For now, I've only glimpsed its beauty.

At least one of them.

Is that how one addresses ladies at Court?

Is that your spiel for provincial naives?

I might be tempted to attend Court

if one could meet ladies such as you.

They're about to serve dinner, Sir.

Let's go.

I won't let you out of my sight.

We'd been rowing the Saint Laurent for 12 days, when

we caught the strangest

animal I've ever seen.

The Indians had already mentioned their sacred fish

but I was certain it was a legend.

I beheld a fish in the shape

and size of a trout

the body of which was entirely covered

with a jet-black fur.

A hairy trout? Sir, you jest!

- No, Sir. - [indistinct hubbub]

Salmo Truta Zermopila, from Canada.

What a strange thing!

It's as soft as ermine.

Ha! Nature is amazing!

The water must be so cold!

This proves the impossible is sometimes possible.

Well said!

This discovery must have earned you

the honors of the King's Gardens.

I doubt Sir is deserving of them!

However, Sir, I must grant you a skill for jesting.

Had I two hands, I would applaud.

Jean-Francois!

Please do excuse him, Sir.

Your son is right Lord Count.

This animal does not exist.

My master taxidermist at King's Gardens is a skilled man.

Sorry for this juvenile prank.

Is the moral of the story

that there are no Beasts in the Gevaudan?

That us country people are imbeciles?

The moral of the story, my Lady,

is that dragons and unicorns dwell only in books and poetry.

Lies can seem truths when dressed in Latin.

Have a care, Sir, as one may

become confused as to what you mean.

And, anyway, are you a naturalist or a philosopher?

- Or worse, an actor! - I think

that Sir is, above all, Parisian.

Enough with this Beast already. It only eats commoners anyway.

How about a game of charades?

Well, I've just composed a love compliment.

May I, my Ladyship?

- If it's not baudy. - Oh, no, no, no!

No, it's chaste and pure impromptu.

It just came to me, it's called 'Beware the Wolf'.

The wolf.

I wasn't paying attention when, innocently I admired you

your eye, clad in black, pierces my heart,

once... Beware the wolf, the wolf!

Beware the wolf...

Will I see you again soon?

Any other fantastic creatures to show me?

You seem to have a fixed idea about my personality.

Allow me to change your mind.

Try...

Will you attend Duhamel's hunt?

Assuredly.

I forbid you my daughter, it's too dangerous!

Obedience is a key virtue of well-behaved girls.

The young man is right.

That day saw the greatest hunt in the Gevaudan.

The biggest ever organized in the kingdom of France.

The King was offering a bounty of 6000 pounds.

To whomever killed the Beast.

The 1,000 commoners, swordsmen and soldiers,

were joined by all the area's hunters,

and adventurers.

For a few hours, we forgot the Beast

was hunting us.

Each of you has a map and a muster point.

We will proceed at 7 o'clock.

Good, my thanks.

As well you should Captain, indeed.

People have other things to do.

Your generosity, sire,

Your generosity mirrors your courage.

Enough, Duhamel!

I hope for you, that, this time, we get it.

It's a certainty, Sire.

What on earth is that racket?

What's happening?

Beautiful weapon, is it not?

I had it crafted by a Mandes

craftsman after returning from the war.

You will understand that I need bespoke artifacts.

Here, see...

Even in Paris, you won't see these hand-made bullets.

Silver? You fear werewolves?

No, but

I like my gunshots to be unique.

I'm a hunter Fronsac, and this passion has already

- cost me so much. - What happened?

Let's say that I learned at my expense, that

certain beasts require more than one bullet to die.

And whatever Sardis says

you need more than prayers to cure gangrene.

Did a bear injure you?

A lion.

I travelled a lot in 2 years in the Royal Navy.

You don't know Africa, Fronsac.

My Lord! My daughter caused all of this!

I'll bring her to you punish her as you see fit!

Witch!

The Devil's daughter!

Look at her, a demon!

She's sick! Sick!

She is not possessed!

Not possessed!

Stop her from swallowing her tongue, she'd choke.

She's not possessed

- not possessed. - I know.

Naturalist, philosopher...

And even a healer?

Congratulations.

She didn't come Fronsac you owe me one louts.

Marquess...

[unintelligible]

They're superstitious, like everywhere, like here.

Indian hunters eat their quarry's heart.

To absorb their energy. Does that make them brutes?

"In Africa, warriors eat their enemies" hearts.

Count... Jean-Francois...

Ask your men to head East.

Well, there you are...

Madam, your mother will be worried.

She always does.

If I listened, I'd be in a convent already, really.

- You're a libertine. - Lovers are not libertines.

A lover?

Do you find me ridiculous?

We don't even know one another.

Oh, so you thought I meant you?

Ariane!

Can't she mount like a lady?

At her age, she needs the exercise!

- My father sees no evil. - My son only sees evil.

People died here.

How do you know?

- I heard a scream. - Mani, stop that!

He's right.

There used to be Templars here.

When it was set on fire 25 heretics died in the chapel.

So he's a clairvoyant then?

No need to be a clairvoyant.

He was observing.

I used to come and play here as a girl, with my brother.

Weren't you scared?

He told me he'd keep me safe from ghosts.

- You don't like hunting? - Is that a crime here?

Indians say that drawing someone is like stealing their soul.

You're also interested in my soul?

Why are you on foot? Want to get lamed?

- It's my fault. - I wasn't addressing you, sir.

- What came over you? - It's just a wolf.

- What if it was the Beast? - I don't think so, Marianne.

Thanks.

I hope for you sake, Captain that the Beast is among these.

Well, these won't be eating anyone soon.

What a character...

- Where did you get him? - In New France.

He's a... watcha call it... An Accadian?

He's an Indian, an Iroquois.

- From the Mohawk tribe. - An Indian?

A real one? Doesn't look like it.

Join us tonight, in Saint Alban.

We'll have fun, with your lackey.

- He's not my lackey. - So what the hell is he?

He's my brother.

But, how could you mingle your blood.

With that savage's?

He who shares in misfortune is not a savage.

It's thanks to him I escaped

the English after Three River battle.

I thought those animals were cannibals?

Well, as you can see, Mr. Estate Manager,

Mani is no animal.

Could you reproduce?

With a woman of our race?

All women are the same color, when the light is out.

Yes, father, they even have

wit, Indians have slept with white women.

And had children. This proves we are all the same.

That's easy to say. It's a bit like niggers really.

What do you say, Sardis?

Your blood brother is surely

a creature of God, like us. Have you had him baptized?

- He didn't request it. - What a good reason,

- you are a man of the times. - Mani has his own beliefs.

Where he comes from, he was kind of a

- priest, really. - Ha! Indians have priests!

So they're lost!

What are their actual beliefs?

For Mohawks, each man has an animal spirit.

They call it a totem.

What's amusing? I don't get it.

Mani, will you please?

Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt.

[speaks foreign language]

Caribou... it's a kind of... of deer.

A deer, yes... what do you think, wife?

Does having horns make me a deer?

Or is this a reference to something else?

And my dear Thomas, what is his...

His... his totem?

Bookworm, probably!

- Snake. - Snake?

Snakes symbolize wisdom for Indians.

The snake is wise.

And you, Mr. Manager?

[speaks foreign]

A boar...

Relax Laffont!

For those barbarians, pigs may symbolize nobility!

So, whose turn? Stardis?

No, no!

And me? What am I?

A half-lion?

Demi-eagle?

Come on, redskin,

make me a lizzard, so my arm grows back!

That's enough!

Why, what's the problem? Am I not in good taste?

Leave me! Leave me! Leave me!

Madam, would you care to?

Forgive me Sir, but I am weary of your tricks,

and I'd rather retire,

before you start juggling or balancing on a ball.

I bid you good night.

This will distract you, Fronsac.

It's not Paris, sure, but it's the best house in Mandes.

You'll get a better sleep here than at the inn.

They're all yours, gentlemen,

and we have a new one...

My dear little Marquess!

Come.

I'm expensive, Mr. De Fronsac...

Do we know one another?

From here, the Gevaudan is a tiny place.

You're Italian.

Yes, passing through this beautiful land.

I have money.

It's not just... about money.

So?

[speaks Italian]

- Who did this to you? - A... a... a...

- An Iroquois arrow. - Close to your heart!

I am a lucky man.

And this?

A bear.

It didn't really appreciate me.

You haven't seen anything yet.

This is a dangerous job

not all men are as distinguished as you.

A memory of me...

No! A scandal! In my house!

What is it?

Madam, I don't sleep with sorcerers!

What the hell is that?

He has snakes on his body I saw them!

And our reputation? You have to go!

It's nothing, our friend is an Indian.

- Not a sorcerer. - Well, I don't sleep with them!

Your hores are very dainty!

Come on girls, who will entertain the red skin?

Come on!

- I'll double the pay! - I love those drawings!

There we go, figuring it out!

So, you're a sorcerer then?

Will you do a portrait of me?

If you're a naughty girl...

Weeks passed, without Duhamel's soldiers

finding the Beast.

This would be our third winter under its reign.

And we knew that snow and cold

wouldn't stop it anymore than our dogs and guns.

Let's remember the threats

that God made via Moses' mouth

I will come to you like a bear looking for its cubs.

Your children, I will devour like a lion and rip their

guts, and I will send the Beast after you

it will fiercely devour you and your flocks,

and will make your paths into deserts...

Lord, how long will You be angry?

Do you really believe these are times of Reason?

I beg forgiveness!

Pity! My son is dead!

- What is it, my son? - God punished my sins.

My little one disappeared on Mount Moucher!

I'm cursed! We're all cursed!

Assemble your men Marquess we leave immediately!

Come Mani! I will see you on the road!

Ariane!

Good evening, Mr. Friend of the Wolves.

I've got something for you.

I'd like to see you Marianne, alone.

In 10 days, my mother will be retiring

- in Langogne... - Ten days!

I'm not as free as you are.

Bring the torch.

Bring the torch!

The storm is rising!

My people are tired we should head back.

Non, we will look for the girl.

I found the children.

Captain, the traps you have laid all over the region

have killed more commoners than they have wolves.

Your men have harassed the population.

And, since your hunt the wolf has killed

twelve times.

I don't get it it should never have escaped us!

- Beg your pardon? - It should never have got away.

And you, Sir knight?

Do you know what kind of wolf we are facing?

Gentlemen...

The only certainty is that it's not a wolf.

Wolves don't actually attack humans.

Or very rarely as I saw in New France.

Maybe wolves here are made of sterner stuff!

A rabid wolf would attack anyone.

A rabid animal dies within 2 weeks.

This beast has been bleeding this area for 2 years!

Also, on the bodies, I saw injuries

that no wolf could ever have caused.

And, earlier, I found on a victim's body

- this piece of metal. - Yes, and?

So what you say?

No animal has metal fangs.

The beast is thus not an animal.

So be it.

But, Sir Knight, how to capture it?

And while we speculate, it's killing our people!

Gentlemen, I believe we need to listen to Mr...

De Fronsac with great focus.

So, according to you,

Sir the Beast is not an ordinary animal,

but we all think the same,

and, for my part, I am happy that you

agree on it's... supernatural quality.

I agree with no such thing, Father.

- All I have are doubts. - Sir Knight

- is there anything else? - No, Sirs.

Gents, I have received this from Paris.

Captain Duhamel,

His Majesty was informed of the inefficiency

of your attempts, and the King has asked me

to relieve you of your command.

You and your men are to report back

to your regiment immediately.

Lord Beauterne, the King's master of arms

is already on his way

the King has ordered him to kill... this ferocious wolf.

He is the only one allowed to hunt in the parish.

Gentlemen.

So, you forgave me?

Let's say I was curious to discover my totem.

- Is that how you say it? - I'd say

a mermaid.

You really are never serious. I will ask your... red skin.

What about the Beast then?

- Have you finally seen it? - No.

You refuse to discuss it?

I have nothing to say about it,

but absurdities which would make me seem mad.

What if I told you that the Beast

is made of flesh and metal, and is rational,

and that it can disappear at will.

What would you retort?

That the countryside air is confusing you.

And it seems to be fleeing me.

Barely here for 3 months, and you think you're done?

Did you believe the Beast would yield to your mere sight?

Maybe you scare it?

I am so scary?

We savour a victory all the more when it has cost us.

Jean-Francois says you wish to go to Africa?

Just the musings of a naturalist who is sick of winter.

And you? No desire to discover other horizons?

We have more duties than desires here.

See Sardis, on the ramparts?

- Is he watching you? - [unclear]

He's watching over me... who knows what could happen,

alone with you, in this park?

Let's go back.

Our priest will catch a cold.

Good evening, Sir Knight.

Good evening, Sir Knight!

- Are you in love? - I don't know.

- Well, I do. - The cards?

Never needed them for you, my friend.

So, let's drink.

To my Lady of Morangias.

How?

Her brother was her last night.

You slept with him?

With him? He can't stand anyone touching him.

He watches

drinks, and, when drunk talks in his sleep.

Like all men.

- I speak in my sleep? - Hum hum.

And what do I say?

[foreign language]

Do you know how Florentines

- keep their husbands at home? - No.

Each morning, they give them

a slow poison,

and its antidote each evening.

So that the cheating husband,

spends a very bad night.

A woman like you does not need that.

No... and

we're not married.

His Majesty's Master of Arms

here to free the land from the Beast!

Sire! I am Gregoire de Fronsac.

Ah yes! Buffon's envoy.

The naturalist embalmer!

The Estate Manager is expecting you at 2 on the dot.

His Majesty asked me for my opinion on your report.

What a complicated fable!

For myself, I believe

the Beast to be a wolf.

I will leave on a campaign tomorrow.

And I don't wish for your company.

Why so?

I serve at the King's pleasure and manage things

by myself, I do not need you to finish

dealing with this matter.

There is a letter on the table

signed by Count Buff on and our beloved King,

I am at his command, sir and believe me,

- it's not a wolf. - I've already read your memoir.

Don't trouble yourself my friend I will take care

of this Beast.

Dismissed.

When the Beast attacked on the path...

Above Mount Moucher, it sort of vanished in the woods.

Sir, the Beast attacked a girl near Saint Alban.

- God punished me for my sins! - My children are gone!

Near Mount Moucher!

I don't believe more than you do in...

[voices mixed and garbled]

[garbled]

- It's not an animal. - A rabid wolf!

- How to capture it, Sir? - [garbled]

- [garbled] - with iron fangs...

Sir Knight, please come forthwith!

[incomprehensible]

While invoking Satan!

God knows how long this has been going!

[foreign]

- An Indian remedy, Father. - Only our prayers

can deliver her.

She was... a miracle!

Say, what happened to your brother?

- A man with the Beast? - Come now!

She knows not what she says.

Yes sir, the Beast is dead Ten bullets to the body.

It didn't recover.

I'll bring you what you need get to work quickly.

- Here's the Beast. - Come on, let's get to work.

It's not the Beast!

I said, wait for Mr. de Beauternes!

I don't like your manners, loudmouth!

Hello, Sir Knight!

Leave us. So, Fronsac.

- You don't like my Beast? - What is all this?

This is not the Beast as you well know.

Jesus, its jaw is twice the size of this one!

And you have all you need here to fix it up.

Pardon?

As you know, I must bring the Beast back to Paris,

and all I have is this so make me a Beast.

- You want to trick the King? - Of course not.

I'm following His will.

You'd be wise to do the same.

- A threat, Sir? - No, at my age, what an idea?

You know who I am, you are too smart to

need to be threatened, do your duty,

and the King will be grateful, otherwise

he will be mightily disappointed.

You have all you need.

I'm counting on you, friend. See you later.

Good evening, my sad-looking Knight.

Aren't you happy about going back to Paris?

The beast is dead you should rejoice.

Can I tell you a secret?

I collect them.

It's just a wolf, an impostor.

And I'm the accomplice.

So, let's have a toast to our betrayals.

You didn't see a thing.

You are no longer welcome at the Castle, Sir.

Go and tell Lady Morangias that I am here!

- Sir, I've already said... - Well, speak of the devil!

My son and I were just talking about you.

But it's your daughter, Madam that I came to visit.

- I fear this may be impossible. - I insist.

Let him in, Mother.

Sure Jean-Francois? You know how it ends...

Leave us.

Sir... Marianne is unwell.

I don't understand.

Nevertheless, Fronsac,

you are not unfamiliar with the illness that ails her.

Where is she?

Follow me.

It's too good of to come and visit.

My Lady, what is happening?

I'm ordered to return to Paris but it is up to you...

Have a good trip.

I'd warned you, Sir.

You once gave me a present and here are two for you,

for your collection.

I'd been warned about those of your ilk.

Those of my ilk,

Madam do not pillory people before listening to them.

I don't know how all this was arranged, but

- let me explain. - Don't trouble yourself.

- Marianne! - Sir, don't make this harder.

Recognize that you were no man for my sister,

and let's leave it at that, friend no hard feelings.

Do you think she'll be your nurse all her life?

Fronsac, are you not happy to be able to

leave our beautiful land with no missing limbs?

In other times,

my people would have beaten you for looking at her.

- Times change. - Not everywhere, Fronsac.

Not here, anyway.

Jean-Francois!

I'm sorry!

Would you also hit me if I ask you to leave?

Farewell.

On this historic day, I first wish to thank.

Gregoire de Fronsac, of the King's Gardens.

The Beast is no more and it's a bit thanks to him.

But, first and foremost, thanks to your majesty.

Let is be said...

It is in your sole person that sovereignty resides.

Only an animal could have not been aware of this.

This animal is no more.

Really, I did not do much.

Invested with your power all I had to do was

go to the Gevaudan and the Beast.

Surrendered.

Mr. Buff on, what is this farce?

Peauternes Executed his orders.

- As we all must do, right? - Which orders?

Mine.

Fronsac, this is Mr. Mercier.

Special advisor to His Majesty on internal affairs.

He had the idea of sending Antoine de Beauternes

- to the area. - So, Sir, we owe this to you?

This prompt victory on the Beast?

Your scruples are honorable Fronsac,

but this is a state matter.

Have you read this? You won't see it in bookstores.

- But keep it in memory. - You had it banned?

The King's authority

was demeaned under cover of storytelling.

If we'd waited too much

the problem could have been awkward.

- People are so credulous. - If I understand, Sir,

Better lie than let lies be told?

Truth... Truth is very complicated.

Governing requires simplifying. That Beast

was a problem. No Beast, no problem.

- It will kill again. - No one will ever hear of it.

That's what counts. Ah, Fronsac, before I forget...

His Majesty wishes to thank you for all of this.

The King knows your interest in Africa.

In 6 months, a frigate will leave Nantes, heading towards

our trade posts in Senegal. If you're interested.

You can be on that ship.

Of course, we shall never discuss the Beast again.

Well, Fronsac?

Marianne and myself hunting, Madam.

- I don't believe I know you. - We have

a friend in common.

What are doing here? Do not hide behind that veil.

Your fragrance is not that of a lady.

Gregoire de Fronsac only ever loved one woman.

He uttered your name in his sleep.

He'll soon be setting off on a long trip.

I don't care.

When you see him don't tell him about our encounter.

Or you'll lose him for good.

Who was that my daughter?

No one.

Put it in the hold with the rest.

These two in the cabin. Watch out, it's fragile.

- Hello, Sir knight. - Hey, Marquess!

What a happy omen!

Well, not they good...

The murders started again two days after your departure.

The King sends no more troops

and I can't get any volunteers

- to track it. - Sorry, Marquess, can't help.

Don't know how to get this Beast.

To be honest, I was not thinking just of our skills.

Mani did find the girl, right?

One hunt Fronsac, just one!

- You'd be back in a month. - Impossible.

The King forbade us to return to Gevaudan.

- The King won't know about it! - Wrong, Marquess!

Is the King's peace worth all these sacrifices?

You won't change my mind.

Wanna bet?

The last time we bet, you lost.

I could have done without that.

To convince you, but anyway. It's from Marianne.

And Mani.

Hey my friend!

How are you?

We're going hunting again Mani.

And this time we'll do it your way.

So, sir Knight? Good news?

The best in the world, Marquess, the best ever.

The crimes continued in the Gevaudan.

Although officially, the Best was dead.

What really happened

is not in history books.

It was kept under wraps.

- Wishing us welcome? - He wants to help us.

Head to the castle I'll catch up later.

What is it?

Jeanne and Pierre Roulier's house?

Straight ahead!

Last house in the village.

Jeanne, my wet nurse.

Gregoire de Fronsac.

Pierre, some wine please.

My mother has me watched she may already know you're back.

The devil take your family!

I'll save you from them!

I can't stand my mother nor can I Jean-Francois.

I want to go, far from here.

I'll take you to Paris in a week.

Why wait?

I'm going hunting again I promised the Marquess.

I thought you came back for me.

What's going on here?

- Open! - [indistinct]

[indistinct]

[indistinct]

Pray tell, Sire, shall we ever find the Beast?

I'd have pictured us more numerous.

Mani knows what he's doing hunting a man.

A man?

The Beast is but an instrument.

A weapon at the service of a sick mind.

An assassin would be more secretive.

Right Marquess,

the first mystery of the Beast, is its fame.

Its master wants us to speak of it.

It's about creating fear fear and noise.

How'd you reckon?

This book sold throughout the kingdom.

The Beast is punishing the King

for his tolerance of philosophers.

Nonsense! Who wrote it?

I don't know but the Beast has a master.

And I want him!

Actually, your weapon might come in handy.

As long as you carry it.

Mani, which one shall you take?

Mani dislikes firearms.

Too much noise and smoke.

And bad smell.

It'll all be fine, grandpa.

Don't worry, we're ready.

Tell me about the Americas, Sire.

The Americas?

Will you never go again?

- It's not just good memories. - And Mani?

- Does he not miss his tribe? - It no longer exists.

When we attacked his village

small pox had already ravaged it.

We were told to execute the survivors.

Women, children...

- Mani was the only survivor. - How?

My captain wanted an interpreter.

I was tasked with teaching him our language,

and, 3 weeks later,

- He cut the Captain's throat. - Why didn't you turn him in?

Do you know how he used to fight?

He gave his scouts dirty linens from the Quebec hospitals,

The Iroquois bought them and 3 weeks after,

- We would finish the job. - That's how war is waged.

Well, that's how we lost it.

Where did he go?

- He went to talk to the trees. - The trees? Trees speak.

People don't know how to listen.

- Or see. - See what?

- Want to learn? - What is that?

An Indian communion wafer.

At your own risk, Marquess.

- What does it do? - Depends who takes it.

Indians claim it allows to see what cannot be seen.

- So, Mani? - The Beast is in the woods.

- The wolves will help us. - See anything else?

This night, we will dance the dance of blood

and the Beast...

- Will come at sunrise. - Makes no difference.

Makes no... difference...

That night, Mani summoned

the spirits in a language that even Fronsac

didn't understand.

And the wolves brought the Beast to them.

Don't worry about it.

I'll sort it for you.

I'll heal you I'll heal you.

I'll look after you.

Thomas is asleep. It was a close brush.

So sorry about the Indian.

What's there? Tell me!

What house is that? I need to know.

It's a hunting ground.

Sir, you must rest!

Hurry up!

Hold the horses!

Revenge was far from complete.

Following Indian custom, at the first light of dawn,

he was to help ensure

his friend's return to his ancestors.

What do you want?

Blood has been overflowing on these lands.

You are at risk if you don't leave promptly.

I'm not leaving, I have business to deal with.

Worth losing your life for?

Since when have you known?

I know not what you mean.

Come on Sardis... what do you mean?

How did it get this far?

No one will believe you.

Go away, Sardis.

God bless you.

May the devil take you!

You're under arrest by the powers vested in me

by the authorities,

please follow without resisting.

This is ridiculous, Lieutenant.

Mercy...

Boss, a lady here wants to see you.

Later, this evening.

Mercy, mercy!

Hey get up! Visitor!

- I'm no longer kept secret? - [inaudible]

Marianne?

Sorry...

Bring your guest some food.

How is this?

- I have many obligations. - You need to help, I must

I really do.

Even if I helped you

you'd be hung before the letter arrived.

Impossible, I have not vet been judged.

[unintelligible]

- What do you know of the Beast? - It's been tamed.

Covered with armor I injured it.

Since when has this interested you?

Two years ago, a confidential letter

from Sardis was sent to the Pope.

It announced the formation of a.

Secret society, aiming to

propagate, and defend at all costs

the message of the Church.

- The pact. - Sardis.

Using the Beast.

The Beast is a warning

to the King for him to

respect God's power or risk Apocalypse!

Those sworn in are called

the wolves of God.

Is this good for the Church?

Sardis only works for himself.

The Enlightenment has made him crazy, Rome

has no control over the organization.

- Who do you work for? - Those who employ me

pay me not to reveal it.

And you know more than enough.

My Lady of Morangias to what do I owe the pleasure?

How is the Countess? Please. Take a seat.

And your father, still convalescing?

He is too much of a gourmand.

Sir, you had Fronsac arrested.

Yes.

Who'd have thought such a man would stoop so low?

He's neither a bandit nor a murderer.

Is that so?

Listen, Fronsac probably had his reasons.

Maybe those men killed the Indian who accompanied him.

My Lady, this is neither here nor there

one does not avenge a savage with the blood

of Christians.

I wish to visit him.

Not possible.

Very well, let's see how this all goes down in Paris.

Marianne, you misunderstand De Fronsac

passed away, in the night.

We would've hung him anyway.

He was lucky, really.

He was under your responsibility.

He may have choked.

Unless he caught a pox from his mattress.

You're lying... You all lie!

Be brave my daughter, this is God's will.

- Father. - Marianne.

Come, back to the castle.

Lady Morangias needs to take a rest.

No!

- Leave me. - Stop, you can't help him!

- He already reeks! - Let's bury him quickly and...

Let's not put a name on his grave.

She threatened to warn the King.

That girl... is dangerous.

De Fronsac was buried that very night.

Well before his death was known in Paris.

No one really knew what secrets he took to his grave.

The Beast had stopped its killing.

But the brutal disappearance of its

greatest opponent, seemed somewhat ominous.

[Foreign]

Hurry!

Forgive me Father I have sinned...

Forgive me... Marianne!

I think of her day and night.

I feel her heart in my chest at all times.

I want her by my sides, Sardis.

The Lord tries your faith.

You know not how much I suffer.

Those images...

Those accursed images that come to me ceaselessly.

Deliver me, Father! Help me, I beg you!

There is but one remedy to your illness.

No.

Don't drink, little sister.

They want to kill you.

But I'll stop them.

Whom Jean-Francois? Whom?

We shall leave Marianne, just you and me.

How about America?

Jean-Francois...

You've made me suffer but I forgive you.

Please, what are you doing? What are you doing?

Stay!

- You think I'll hurt you? - Please, no closer.

Marianne... I need you.

You and only you saved me when I was sick.

It was your face I saw beyond my nightmares.

Your hand on my forehead chased away the demons...

You can't imagine what I've done to keep you close to me.

So, please, do not rebuff me.

Why?

Why? I disgust you?

I'm not scared of you get out!

Is this why?

Not to worry, I'm now

going to look after you.

Look, no one knows.

Only Sardis and me.

Go away! Get out of here!

Why?

- Why? - You're not my brother!

It's someone else who came back from Africa.

Yes, it's true, but it's because of you

I left, Marianne

without you, none of this would have happened.

It's your smell...

Your dirty smell that the Beast smelled on me.

Yes, we are of the same blood, Marianne.

The same blood.

When Father returns, he'll kill you.

What if I killed him?

He's been in our way for so long.

Go on... do it. Go on!

Come on, come on come on!

Why didn't you do it? It's easy, look.

- Stop it! - Well, do you love me?

Stop!

[indistinct]

Brothers, the Lord has informed me

the Beast will return

and protect our values in this decadent kingdom.

And the rebirth of a new France.

We will be its secret rulers, as God is with us!

[indistinct]

The people has seen little of God's wrath yet.

The King's rightful censure

will confront the terror of the people.

And, when the latter reaches its acme,

we will offer the King a deal.

If he was unable to defeat a single one, imagine, brothers,

what he could do if from all provinces of the kingdom,

other beasts emerge.

The time approaches for us to reap what

we have sowed.

Let us read the book of Malachy.

The priest's lips will speak the words of science,

and, from his mouth, the knowledge of

the law will flow,

as he is the angel of the Lord of war.

If someone worships the Beast and its image,

he will sip the wine of God's wrath!

Will be tormented in the fire

and the brimstone before the angels,

the smoke of his torments will rise over the centuries

I've come back to name you before God.

Pierre-Jean Laffont

Genevieve of Morangias,

Maxime Desforets,

Gontrand de Montand,

Henry Sardis.

Jean-Francois de Morangias,

Amen.

Fire!

However much of a ghost you may be

I will slice you in two.

See, no need to hold back anymore.

- I didn't intend to. - Too late, Fronsac.

- The Beast is now immortal. - Maybe it is.

Not you.

Sardis tamed you, like you did the beast.

How did you guess?

You sign your crimes with silver!

Marianne... Look!

- Not here, you madman! - [unintelligible]

- Line up, line up! - Who do you think you are?

- Go over there you! - It's a travesty!

Acting less proud now aren't we?

Hey, where are you going? Come on!

You bunch of [inaudible].

[indistinct]

Come on, move it!

He's dead.

That's certain, now.

And Sardis?

We'll find him wherever he goes.

Or the mountain will be the death of him.

How about celebrating in style?

We already killed me once.

Just for the pleasure of reviving you.

I could introduce you around Rome.

You can come along with me.

Ha. Too late.

I like you Fronsac, you make me forget all my duties.

Go away, before I change my mind.

Marquess, what's going on?

It's Marianne, I had her taken to our house.

She is dying.

No!

Go! Out!

Go, all of you!

Marianne... Marianne, wake up!

Marianne...

Forgive me.

I love you.

Many years have passed but Gregoire de Fronsac

and Marianne de Morangias are always in my mind.

The world that created the Beast...

Is dying.

I must make haste as my story will

also end.

I still myself, going, with Fronsac to Jean-Francois's

secret lair and the Beast

awaiting its demise.

The old healer told us all the he knew.

Jean-Francois had brought a beast back from Africa,

a strange beast that had pups.

He only kept the strongest of them.

With patience and cruelty,

he taught it to be the meanest.

Thus died the Beast of the Gevaudan.

And, as for me Thomas d'Apchet, I am probably the last

to know the whole truth.

You're going to die!

De Fronsac offered for me to follow him

to Africa, but the country needed rebuilding.

I owed my people and my lands.

[indistinct]

I've often thought of Gregoire and Marianne

over all these peaceful years

that took me slowly towards old age.

I never saw them again.

But I like to imagine they lived happily.

Far from here.

"Brotherhood Of The Wolf."