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Franck, we have news.

Here.

Don't waste any time. Okay?

Thank you, Cortes.

Good luck, Captain.

The Devourer

The swallower of innocence

In this feast of souls He feeds his power

Never invite him inside

He could invade your home

Don't answer him Don't fall into his void

It is in the skin Of those you love

That the monster resides

A small tourist plane crashed two weeks ago

in the valley of Gernon. Did not reveal all its secrets.

Searches ended Sunday evening.

The pilot, a man on its fifties, was found dead in the debris.

He has still not been identified

We join our journalist at the medico-legal institute

Oh, shit!

And yes, here at UMJ of Gernon the mystery around this man remains complete

What a pain!

A gendarmerie information indicates that no identity emerged from the dental base.

DNA analysis are still in progress.

Excuse me? Hey!

Good morning, ma'am.

Don't stay here, it's dangerous. Go back into your car.

Of course, I will.

How long is this going to take?

If it's not fast enough, maybe you can help us clear the trunks.

The what?

You are not from around here.

Go back into your car,

and wait like everyone else.

Thanks for your help on the road.

You're welcome.

Captain De Rolan, National Gendarmerie.

I need to go to Roquenoir, can you take me there?

Don't they have cars at the National Gendarmerie?

I'm not from here, I took the bus.

My colleagues couldn't pick me up, maybe because of the roadblock.

What about your uniform?

I am an investigator.

Can I see your ID?

Okay, I'll find another car, thank you.

Come on, get in.

Know that I can defend myself.

You won't need to.

Why are you here?

I'm an investigator for the department of alarming disappearances.

And whose disappearance is so alarming?

Just drop me off at this address.

Please.

Don't you wear your seat belt?

I could give you a fine for this.

I could let you walk.

The Soul Eater

Okay, it's up there.

Thank you very much.

-Wait, what are you doing? -It's the same address as your GPS.

Sergeant Marcelin. Are you Commander Guardiano?

Yes, and this is Captain De Roland from the Gendarmerie.

Sergeant.

We are behind sealing off the scene.

I only have two guys with me, and with this mess, I'd need two more.

Taurand!

Is that fucking light coming?

Yes, chief, it's coming!

And go around the house!

What?

Nothing.

You did not ask me anything.

No problem, Commander.

A good investigator would have found me out right away.

I won't fall for the cliché of police rivalry.

I'm here for the children's disappearances that may be linked to your crime scene.

-Are you coming? -I'm coming.

I'll catch up.

Gonnet. Commander Guardiano.

You'll need this. Sorry, we couldn't do anything about the smell.

Just a warning, it's not pretty.

You were not warned about the bloodshed?

Not entirely.

Do you want my opinion?

This is what I think happened...

The Vasseurs were having breakfast,

they got into a fight, became overcome by rage, and...

killed each other with everything they could grab.

Surprisingly, no typical defensive wounds on the forearms.

So they fight but don't protect themselves from each other.

What can you tell me about them?

An ordinary couple.

She worked at the bakery,

he was unemployed.

They have a 12-year-old son, Evan, but we can't find him.

What?

We looked everywhere but did not find anything.

This will interest Captain De Rolan.

Nothing indicates the presence of a third person during the event.

With all the blood, there would be prints, and the doors were closed from inside.

A nicely prepared breakfast

and a bloodbath.

It doesn't make sense.

Police!

Show yourself!

Hey!

Careful, honey.

No, don't worry.

It's all good, I'm the police. Are you Evan?

-I'm Elisabeth. -He came.

Who came?

The soul eater.

What did you say?

The soul eater.

So, you looked everywhere?

Don't look.

Call the hospital.

We need an ambulance at the Vasseurs'.

PC 12, okay. Can you specify the request?

They found the kid, he's in shock.

Okay.

Justine, age nine.

Mila, ten.

Manon, nine.

Anthony, ten.

Lucie, eleven.

Raphael...

ten.

Police stations are full of these kinds of pictures.

When did they disappear?

The first one disappeared six months ago.

They all vanished in neighbouring towns,

in the valley.

We have no real leads aside from some sightings

of a white van around the time of the disappearances.

No make or model?

No, just a white van.

The towns are connected by the same road, and there are security cameras.

And you have the license plates of all the white vans?

We started interrogating

the ones with a crime record and the ones who live in the area.

We got nothing.

Then add the fake licence plates, the unreadable ones.

We are at a standstill.

Waiting for a miracle.

And the miracle is the Vasseurs' van.

I don't know.

I hope so.

When you find a suspect vehicle on a double homicide scene,

you might wonder.

You might start believing in miracles.

Franck.

I'll be direct.

This double homicide case,

I asked for it.

And to manage it alone?

I also asked for that.

We won't be a team.

We share the hotel and the local police.

But not the cases.

The murders for you, the disappearances for me.

There you go, we're on the same page.

Have a good night.

He comes with the fog And the storm

He blows his madness On men and beasts

If you hear the whisper of his forest And the cry of his mountains

It is him waking up The vile monster

He is here To eat your soul

WELCOME TO ROQUENOIR RUN

Excuse me.

Did you see anyone get out?

No one besides you.

-Someone came into my room. -I don't need to know.

You should know, the van doesn't lead anywhere.

No blood and no prints.

Sorry, Franck.

I think this is where you get off.

MUNICIPAL POLICE

Good morning, Commander.

I'm Pascale Minot, Mayor of Roquenoir.

Good morning.

We are such an ordinary town, you know,

so a story like this creates a lot of gossip.

And people get scared.

I'm scared too, Mayor,

of your local police.

A child is hiding a few meters away from the crime scene, and you miss him?

For many hours?

Excuse me, Commander, but as I told you yesterday,

I checked the basement and saw nothing,

heard nothing.

But as you know, we're understaffed, I had other things to do.

Seriously?

Are you done? We did what we could, okay?

Are we overwhelmed? Yes.

But we can't go back.

It's always the same.

People come from their big cities,

and tell us what to do.

And you are not the first one

wanting to tell us what we should have done.

Fifteen days ago, a tourist plane crashed in the mountain.

People like you were pretty happy to send people like us

to pick up the wreck for them.

Yes?

Yes.

Yes, that's me.

I'm coming.

Marcelin, we have to get moving.

Get me everything you can about the Vasseurs.

I'm going to the morgue. They found something.

Another thing we missed.

Commander!

One big bitch from the National police.

We got off to a bad start.

We've suffered a lot here,

and now we are suspicious of outsiders.

Roquenoir used to be a radiant town

that depended on our renowned sanatorium hotel.

Since they built a motorway in the valley, nobody stops here.

The sanatorium closed, and so did the businesses, and...

Roquenoir became a ghost-town.

And I fight every year to keep the school open.

Those who could leave got out, and...

those who want to stay are just trying to...

Survive?

Exactly.

Listen. I'm here to solve a crime. Whether we like each other or not,

we're on the same side.

But what crime, Commander?

I understood that the Vasseurs had killed each other.

Listen,

there's no murderer in Roquenoir, okay?

So go home, Commander.

Go finish your convalescence.

LA FONTAINE HOSPITAL

-It's this room, Captain. -Thank you.

Sir?

Can I help you?

Yes.

Captain De Rolan, National Gendarmerie.

I have to speak with Evan Vasseur.

I'm sorry, Captain.

It's too early.

Evan underwent a traumatic shock.

-He has to rest. -I's important. Urgent, even.

And you are?

Carole Marbas, child psychiatrist.

I'm investigating child disappearances, and he can help me.

-Can I see him? -No, I'm sorry.

This child is fragile.

-I'll come back later. -Yes.

Goodbye, doctor.

Cortes.

Hello, Evan.

My name is Franck.

I'm from the Gendarmerie.

I would love to chat with you.

Is it okay with you?

I'm really sad about your parents.

You're lying.

I know the lying voices.

Evan, I'm sad for you.

How about...

we don't talk about what happened yesterday,

and we play a little game?

The Yes/No game.

You know it?

I ask you questions,

and you answer

with yes or no.

The van in the garage,

did it belong to your parents?

Yes.

Look at these pictures.

Do you know these children?

Have you seen them before?

Have you seen them?

Yes.

The six of them?

Yes.

Where are they?

You know.

No, I don't know.

I'm looking for them.

They are dead?

Yes.

All of them?

Yes.

Who hurt them, Evan?

The soul eater.

Who is it?

He is here.

Evan?

Evan!

Get out of here.

Right now.

Get out!

Are you okay, Evan?

What did he tell you?

I have never seen anything like it.

I counted 81 entry points in the woman's body

and 73 for the husband.

Most injuries were caused by broken glass,

forks and, above all, kitchen knives.

And I found human flesh in their teeth and oesophagus.

Wait, they ate each other?

You could say that.

Do you think this could have been done by someone else?

No, and I'm certain of it.

It's easy to reconstruct the fight.

They've clearly pounced on each other.

-Who died first? -The woman.

But what is puzzling is that the man kept stabbing her long after her death.

Then he stabbed himself.

But you can't kill yourself like that with a knife.

I don't understand, it makes no sense.

Commander?

Are you okay?

Yes, I'm okay, thank you.

Can you send me all this in writing?

-Of course. -Thank you.

Do you have five more minutes?

I kept the best for the end.

Go ahead.

They had orgasms as they killed each other.

I found sperm and vaginal secretion in their underwear.

Excuse me, hello!

Can I help you?

Yes.

Captain De Rolan from National Gendarmerie.

Shit!

I have a few questions. You can answer now and be done with it,

or I can summon you to the gendarmerie,

pick the time and keep you there for as long as I want.

What do you want?

It's about...

your neighbours, the Vasseurs.

I already told your colleagues everything.

That's them, not me.

Did they really kill each other?

Who told you that?

People talk.

Roquenoir is small.

There's nothing to do around here, so...

And...

Did you know them well?

No one did.

They were idiots, they didn't speak.

She was shy behind the counter at the bakery.

And him...

We would never see him.

Did they often use their white van?

What should I know?

I don't know...

Did they act weirdly?

Weirder than their kid?

They have a completely moronic son.

He sees things, monsters and spirits.

I saw him talk to himself.

I'm sure he killed my dog.

What?

My dog kept running off to their lawn. A few days ago, he did not come back.

Did you file a complaint?

No, the cops here are stupid.

Have you seen these kids before?

They all vanished in the region.

-What are you doing, Nina? -Nothing.

-Hello, sir. -And you are?

Fuck, Arnaud, he's a cop.

-Gendarmerie. -What do I care?

And what is this?

Children who have vanished in the region.

Have you seen them before?

Sorry.

Fuck! Let him go!

Fuck!

Arnaud, get in.

Are you crazy?

Do you want to get killed?

I didn't know you were here.

What are you doing here?

They were spying on their son?

I went to question Evan this morning.

I know, I was just there.

And because of you, I couldn't talk to him.

I thought I was clear, Evan is my witness.

Did he tell you anything?

Nothing, he was in shock. It was complicated.

-He kept talking about... -A soul eater, I know.

That's all he says.

It doesn't tell me why you're here.

Like you, I'm looking for the truth.

I think the Vasseurs are the kidnapers.

You are obsessive.

And what about you?

And your double-murder?

They killed each other.

Nine out of ten cops would have closed the case by now.

But you are not convinced, am I right?

Yes.

I'm sure someone else was here when it happened.

And what do you think?

He is covered in bruises, he was abused.

Nothing bothers you in this room?

I have never seen a kid's room this clean.

Exactly. No child lives here.

This is where I found him.

So, what do you think?

That his parents put him here to protect him

before going off to fuck each other up?

Right now, I don't think anything.

Guardiano.

This is his room.

I'll ask for information from the social services.

I'll go to his school. Someone must have known something.

The soul eater?

The soul eater.

There's no reference of it on the internet.

As if it didn't exist.

Or it only exists here.

And what is this?

Nothing interesting. An unpaid invoice for computer equipment.

What?

A computer, did you take one away yesterday?

No.

Excuse me, it's my commissioner.

Hello?

Yes, I know, I should have called you earlier.

I didn't have any information to give you.

Everything takes longer here.

The coroner has to give me the results...

Wait, I'll call you back.

Franck!

Franck! Come!

Franck!

-What is it? -I don't know,

there's something underneath.

A dog?

It's the neighbours' dog.

How come you know more than I do about my case?

Because it's the same case.

Excuse me.

Yes.

Okay, I'm coming.

No, it's okay, I'll find it.

Let's go. Marcelin is waiting for us.

-Where? -There's a new body.

DROCOURT SAWMILL

Commander.

-Captain. -Sergeant.

-It's nasty. -Let's go.

Watch where you're walking.

It's the owner of the sawmill.

Yannick Drocourt, 43, single, no children.

A business that's going well.

No known enemies

or problems, as far as we know.

Just like the Vasseurs.

Who found him?

Henri Maublanc called us.

He is still in the office.

I kept him for questioning.

Go slow, he is...

really shaken up by what he's seen.

He didn't do it to himself?

What's the idea?

I drink a beer and cut myself in half?

Marcelin! Give me one of your gloves, please.

Thank you.

What's this?

Come.

I was simply picking up a set of boards I had ordered.

I called this morning

to see if it was ready.

There was no answer.

I left many messages.

I was getting a little worried...

so I decided to come.

That's when I discovered...

Did you know Mr. Drocourt well?

No.

-Did you see anyone when you got here? -No.

Did you see cars?

No, nobody.

Well, we'll take your personal information and let you go home.

We might have more questions to ask, don't leave the town for a few days.

I found this in the Vasseurs' van.

I did not think it would be important until now.

Let's not hide clues from each other.

Yes, Commander.

It's not quite the same.

-But it was carved by the same person. - I think so.

The ambulance will be here soon to pick up the body.

Marcelin?

Have you ever heard of the soul eater?

Yes.

We all grew up with this story here.

We were told it so we wouldn't go

and play in the mountains.

It's our bogeyman.

A local legend. Why?

We can't find anything about it online.

What does the story say?

A creature lives in the forest, ready to swallow you up if you see it

and turn you into a demon.

When you go back home,

you look the same,

but you are someone else.

Your soul is missing.

If there's someone responsible for this, he knows the story.

Could this statue be the soul eater?

Yes, it's possible.

But each family has its own description. Not everyone sees the same thing.

Go to the church. The priest has a book on the subject.

Hold this.

Are you okay, Captain?

It's not too difficult with her?

No, why?

You don't know?

She's just out of the hospital, she tried to commit suicide because of...

Enough.

Shut up.

Marcelin.

Try to find a link between Drocourt and the Vasseurs.

As I understand, everyone knows everyone here.

Yes, Commander.

Thank you, Marcelin.

It was my boss.

A missing computer and a dead dog is not enough for a further search.

Oh, fuck, the computer!

Shit!

There's someone up there.

Holy shit!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop or I'll shoot!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop or I'll shoot!

THE SOUL EATER

"For the monster to die

man must perish."” "Summon the clemency of heaven

and its merciless justice,

for only tears of salt will stave off the appetite of the soul eater.”

Time goes by

but legends stay.

I'm sorry?

The soul eater,

it's an old tale from our region.

A story told from generation to generation.

But what does this have to do with your investigation?

I don't know, but we always come back to this story.

Behind every victim

there's a person who draws inspiration from this book.

So, you think someone from Roquenoir could be the soul eater?

Maybe.

But if you knew,

you would tell me, right?

It is late, and I am tired, Commander.

Good night, then.

The funerals of the pilot who crashed two weeks ago in the Gernon valley,

was held today at the local cemetery.

The ceremony took place in the strictest privacy

since the identity of the man has still not been confirmed.

The investigators recalled

that as all of the debris from the plane had not yet been found

Research could be reopen at the request of the Commissioner

Last hopes of finding clues to identify him.

Shit, Franck! Are you okay?

Sorry, it's been one thing after another since I arrived.

I was starting to get scared.

So, what have you found?

Nothing yet, but I feel I'm in the right place.

What do you mean you feel?

I've found a hard drive.

Encrypted files, folders with links, everything is coded.

I'm transferring everything. I want to know what's on it.

-Can you do that? -Okay.

I'll see what I can do.

Okay.

What's that thing with your cigarette?

Take this.

I asked Marcelin to print everything we have on the case.

Witness testimony, victim phone records...

- It might be helpful to you. -Thank you.

So, what's that thing with your cigarette?

I was supposed to quit when kids started disappearing.

This cigarette was supposed to be my last one.

I'll smoke it when I'm done.

I look at it every day.

The hardest part

is their smiles.

Despite all the pain of the loss,

parents always choose photos in which their child is smiling.

Franck,

the chances of finding a minor after 48 hours are almost non-existent.

So, after six months...

We are not looking for kids, we are looking for bodies.

All the parents are aware.

But we all need to understand.

Need to know what happened, who hurt them.

Who did this.

These parents need to...

bury their children.

Do you have kids?

I had a daughter.

I knew she was being bullied at school.

But I was working a lot, and...

I didn't listen enough.

That morning...

I knew something was wrong.

Because she kissed me.

Just before I left, she kissed me.

She never liked kissing.

It's like I knew something horrible was about to happen, and...

I still left.

Do you have kids?

No.

I'll give you some more.

-Shit! -Shit, wait.

I'll take them.

What?

Maublanc, the man who found the carpenter's body.

Didn't he say he'd called several times and left messages?

Yes, he had ordered some wood for something.

He lied to us.

There are no phone calls on the records.

Hail Mary, full of grace,

the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Go around.

Oh, fuck!

Oh, shit!

-Elisabeth! -Franck!

Stay with me.

Stay with me, please!

Franck!

Elisabeth!

My guys are taking De Rolan back to the hotel.

He's strong, he'll get over it.

Did you find their computer?

Yes, Gonnet took it.

Good.

Five violent deaths in two days...

People are going to start panicking.

Have you ever seen anything like it?

No.

It's a quiet town, not like Paris or Marseille.

Marcelin?

Do they have a child?

Yes, a girl, Jeanne.

Where is she?

Send for a search warrant.

Yes, Commander.

"The eater, the devourer The swallower of innocence”

"In his feast of souls He feeds his power”

"Never invite him inside He could invade your home"

"Don't answer him Don't fall into his void"

"It is in the skin of those you love That the monster resides”

All these crimes are incredibly violent and illogical.

Blows were given post-mortem.

Men ejaculated during the action,

and I found vaginal secretion with Madam Vasseur.

The one that stands out

is Madam Maublanc.

She didn't strike her husband.

So, it's just ordinary people going crazy all of a sudden?

I don't have anything else at the moment.

-The Vasseurs' blood tests? -Still ongoing.

And I also sent the ones for the new victims.

Sergeant, what about you?

We found no sign of another person at the crime scene.

But Gonnet is looking at the Maublancs' hard drive.

Don't worry, this one won't disappear.

I put it in a safe place. I'm going to make it talk.

And the statues?

Where did we find this one?

At the Maublancs'. Their daughter makes them.

She's very good.

She seems fascinated by this soul eater.

If there's a culprit, he knows her and uses her creations.

And where is she?

We can't find her.

Since when?

Since last night. We called her school,

and they confirmed that she was there yesterday, but...

not at night.

And what if he was real?

If the soul eater really existed?

He's right.

All those deaths, we are not in a legend.

It's your soul that is devoured by this eater.

This invisible part of you.

Your subconscious.

And then he controls you.

And here we are seeing a loss of control, right?

What I saw yesterday, it's more than that.

Evan isn't at the hospital anymore.

He disappeared.

-Since when? -Last night.

I looked everywhere.

Nothing.

You know, he's very unstable.

Alone, outside, he...

He can be a danger to himself.

And to others, too.

Tell us more, please.

At the time, the teacher in Roquenoir

had made a report for possible abuse.

When I met Evan, he...

He was about six.

I saw right away that he was a victim of abuse.

So, I made...

a report to the social worker.

They came, and...

they didn't find anything.

And they closed the case.

Did you know his parents?

Real troublemakers.

They refused to accept that their child should be institutionalised.

Fortunately, I managed to keep giving him therapy.

It was quite a fight.

Do you know why he always talks about the soul eater?

His interpretation of the legend

may allow him to shield from the violence of his parents.

He...

He saw it as an incarnation of evil.

To...

not accept reality,

he pushed their images out of his mind.

It's a survival mechanism.

Do you think he can reproduce it with others?

Yes, it's possible.

Do you know a Jeanne Maublanc?

Yes.

She goes to Evan's school, where I work.

Why?

Because she also disappeared.

Wait.

Are you also the school psychologist?

Yes, as you can see,

it's a medical desert here.

Excuse me.

And do you...

Do you know if Jeanne and Evan know each other?

I don't know.

But please, find him quickly.

He needs help.

Guardiano,

please let me know when you kill a guy with your service weapon.

Sorry, Commissioner.

You have no excuse, we talked about that.

The other two crime scenes

have points in common and coincide with the kidnappings.

We had agreed on this, no investigations about minors.

So now we stop right here, and you come home.

Hannah, please, listen to me.

Shit!

Marcelin and his men are going to look for Evan.

I just talked to the principal of Saint-Philoméne High School.

It's in the valley. She is expecting us.

Elisabeth?

Are you okay?

Yes, let's go.

I wanted to thank you for yesterday.

I know using your weapon isn't an easy decision to make.

But without you, I would be...

I would probably be keeping the Vasseurs company at the morgue.

-In the glove compartment. -What?

The beacon.

We are being followed.

In town it wasn't clear, but here it is obvious.

Now!

Oh, fuck!

-Okay? -Okay!

Stay here, I'll be right back.

The children,

what did you do with them?

What did you do with the children?

Where are they?

Speak!

Where are the children?

I don't...

I don't have anything to do with the children.

Speak, now!

The Cessna...

The Cessna that crashed.

It wasn't a tourist plane.

It was... It was a go-fast.

I came to collect the goods.

Look in my pocket.

What is this?

What's this shit?

A new synthetic drug.

Worse than Flakka.

It comes from...

It comes from Eastern Europe.

If you take a little bit,

you get a nice high.

But if you take too much...

you saw the results.

You saw it.

If you didn't kidnap the kids, then who did?

If you...

If you didn't take the drug...

then who did?

Juliette?

Honey?

Juliette?

I'm here.

Honey?

You took quite a blow.

The doctors want to keep you in overnight.

The biker...

Tell me that you got him.

Even better.

Yes, Cortes.

Franck,

I got through the link on the hard drive you found.

It's an address to a dark net forum.

Impossible to access it directly, but...

it looks heavy.

What kind of site is it?

It's like a chat forum but big enough to include video streaming.

Thanks to IP addresses, I got the names of the site's admins.

Hold on to your hat.

Laurent Vasseur, Yannick Drocourt and Henri Maublanc.

Oh, shit! The victims all knew each other.

Yes, all connections and physical addresses

are coming from Roquenoir.

But there's something else.

The first three administrators act as entry,

intermediate and exit nodes.

But it all goes towards another server, a shadow

which allows a fourth admin to stay anonymous.

It's an empty area, 20 miles from Roquenoir

I'm sending you the map now.

Got it.

Franck.

We can't do this solo, the department must be notified.

We may be on a major dark net network.

It looks like the kind of site where people go to see very nasty stuff.

Child pornography, torture...

Give me one more day.

I hope you know what you are doing.

Excuse me, what's this?

It's the Altenberg plateau.

But what's there?

Beside the old sanatorium...

Do you have a car?

You were not going to leave without me, right?

Where are we going?

Get out.

I asked you to get out.

I'm not moving.

You haven't answered. Where are we going?

Seat bell.

INCOMING CALL

You scared me.

What are you doing here, Commander?

And what are you doing here?

Well, we are still looking for the Vasseur and the Maublanc kids.

Marcelin asked us to widen the search area.

You really think the kids came here all by themselves?

I don't know, I just obey, that's all.

Where are the others.

You can see that we are understaffed.

I was sent to search here.

Did you find anything?

Nothing.

Nobody... besides you.

-Did you come alone? -No, I came with...

Gonnet?

Gonnet?

Gonnet!

You should have stayed at the madhouse!

Instead of putting your nose in our business.

Bitch!

Don't move!

Come here.

Bitch!

Elisabeth!

-Are you okay? -I'm okay.

Shit!

Oh, fuck!

Fuck, Gonnet!

What's that?

Vasseur, Maublanc,

Drocourt...

Gonnet...

And who?

Vasseur and Maublanc's computers.

Fucking Gonnet! He's the one I chased in the forest.

What the fuck is this thing?

-Are you okay? -Don't touch us!

Evan.

-Do you remember me? I found you-- -Go away!

Evan.

Remember? We talked at the hospital.

Listen to my voice, Evan.

We are here to help you.

We don't need you.

No one ever helped us.

Jeanne, who did this to you?

Our parents said that they loved us.

We knew it wasn't normal.

But it was our secret.

And that's when he appeared.

Who?

The soul eater.

He possessed our parents, he controlled them.

He made them do all those horrible things.

But Evan and I were not enough anymore. They wanted more.

More children.

Where are the children?

What happened to them?

Jeanne?

Who killed your parents?

For the monster to die, man must perish.

Summon heaven's mercy, and merciless justice.

For only tears of salt will appease the appetite of the soul eater.

The Lord answered my prayers and sent us the tears of salt in the forest.

We tried them on the neighbours' dog.

The only way to kill the soul eater is to kill the body he inhabits.

The statues?

You carved them.

Guides for mad souls.

Evan.

Evan.

Did you kill your parents?

Severe wind is expected in the afternoon.

Météo France places the entire region on orange alert.

Gusts could reach 110 km per hour.

You will therefore have to be careful.

We immediately find Simon Thomas.

Hello, so what are the instructions for the day?

We didn't kill them.

We freed them by making them drink the tears.

Drocourt in his beer.

My father in his wine.

He punished my mother himself.

Your mother had a bad soul too?

She didn't do anything, but she knew.

Her prayers did not help.

She knew and was punished for her silence.

Jeanne.

I'm asking again.

Where are the children?

Behind the red door.

He's here.

He came for us.

And now...

He comes for you.

I hope so.

Marcelin,

send backup to the old sanatorium.

The sanatorium?

Commander?

Hello?

-Can you hear me? -I've been trying to reach you.

A report came back to us.

-A report came back to us. -Listen to me.

I found the children.

No, you listen!

De Rolan"s licence plate does not match.

-What? -Can you hear me?

The licence plate belongs to Benjamin Cortes.

Cortes!

There's no one named De Rolan. He does not exist!

Are you with him?

Commander! Answer!

What?

Franck?

What is it?

Don't do that!

Move!

Elisabeth!

Don't try to stop me.

Franck!

Franck!

Franck, please!

Franck!

Come on! Pull, pull, pull!

A little more.

Stay behind me.

Who did you come for, Franck?

Slowly.

I came for him.

I remember him well.

-Where is he? -With the others.

What did you do to my son?

What did you do to my son?!

He didn't last a week.

Look.

Daddy!

Daddy!

Daddy!

Daddy!

People pay a lot of money to see that sort of thing.

Daddy!

Come here, you bitch!

I said come here!

Stay here.

I'm telling you to move!

Open the fucking door! Open it!

Go ahead.

Help yourself if you wish.

Daddy.

Daddy.

Daddy...

On your knees!

On your knees!

Franck!

Don't do this!

Please don't do this.

Look at me! Think about the other kids, the parents!

Franck!

Look at me, Franck!

Franck, please!

Look at me.

Don't do this.

Let me go!

Stop! I told you to stop!

Let's go!

Go! Franck, we need to go!

Thank you for your help, Commander.

Who are you, Franck?

A ghost.