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Let's dance the Carmagnole
Long live the sound of the cannon

Long live the Revolution!

Ah, it'll be fine
Aristocrats at the lamp post

Ah, it'll be fine
We will hang the aristocrats

Sir, time is of the essence.
I beg you, you have to go.

They will arrest you.

Bring me some candles.
I am going to work late tonight.

- But, sir...
- And a glass of wine, as usual.

This world had to change.

But the Revolution had become the Terror.

And I, in turn, will be swept away.

Certainties make men blind and crazy.

They can devour their hearts
and turn them into beasts.

It was in the year 1764

that the beast appeared on our land
and made it its own.

One year later,

its fame went
beyond the borders of our province

and it was beginning to look as if
no mortal would ever overcome it.

Under its attacks,

the land of Gévaudan
was gradually sinking into darkness.

Who goes there?

What did he do?

- What did he do?
- He is a thief.

What about her?

She's his daughter. Damn witch.

I am a healer. I treated their horses
and they won't pay.

Don't listen.
People here can't be trusted.

- Did the horses heal?
- Yes, they did.

Get going.

Welcome to the land of the plague,
my Lords.

And beware of wolf traps!

The Knight Grégoire of Fronsac
and the man they called Mani

were neither hunters nor soldiers.

A naturalist at the King's Garden,

the Knight was well-known in Paris

as a witty libertine.

As for the one following him
like his shadow,

he was a foreigner
of whom no one knew anything.

After nightfall, the two travelers came
to the castle of the Marquis D'Apcher

who would accommodate them in Gévaudan

as long as their mission would last.

Our people would not be afraid
of a simple wolf.

The beast is different.

It runs away from men
as if it knew they should be feared,

but spares neither woman nor child.

- Have you ever seen it?
- No.

So excuse me,
but how do you know it's a single animal?

All those who survived it
paint the same picture.

The beast is much larger than a wolf
and is said to be unafraid of bullets.

I understand your skepticism, Fronsac.

I don't believe in dragons
any more than you do,

but I had a brief prepared for you

on the crimes of the beast.

You can judge for yourself.

Grandfather told me that you fought
the English in New France?

Yes. I went there
to study animals and nature

and I came back with a few wounds
and as a captain in the King's army.

I had a hospital opened
for the victims of the beast

in a former priory.

She is a woman from Lorcières.

She was returning from the fair
when the beast attacked her.

Two companions rescued her.
The beast ran away.

But after taking half her face.

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

And how is Paris doing?

And L'Ingénu? Have you read it?

Marquis, it is a little late
to talk about philosophy.

You are right. Let's talk about theater.

Do you know any actresses?
What's on in theaters this winter?

You can put it there.

They are said to be seductive.

I don't know if this is true,
but I read that some of them are easy.

Please tell me.

This will satisfy your curiosity.

Le Mercure de France?

Here, we only have the Courrier d'Avignon.

- I'll show you the common room.
- He'll sleep here.

Very well. Good evening, Knight.

It's not Versailles, but his wine is good.

Big as a cow.

Jacques has seen many wolves.

But he says the animal
that attacked him is not one.

It had a long shout.
Its teeth have knives.

- If not a wolf, what was it?
- A devil.

Knight, the beast attacked
a girl near Saint-Alban.

There.

Calm down. There is no one there.

Stop right there!

What is he doing here, the son of a bitch?

Hello, Captain!

Marquis, please accept my respects.

But beware, there are traps everywhere.

Duhamel! This is the Knight Grégoire
of Fronsac, from the King's Garden.

He would like to take a closer look
at this unfortunate woman.

With your permission, of course.

So it was you, sir, who roughed up my men?

I did not know they were acting
on your orders, Captain.

They were not.

You were right to do so.
Accept my apology.

But those are not from this country.
They are paid to wage war, not hunt.

Beware, her entrails
have been filled with poison.

What kind of gardener are you?

After your men slay the beast,

His Majesty wants it brought back,
studied and preserved in Paris.

I was asked to portray and naturalize it
immediately after the hunt.

For now, I'm trying to get to know it.

God, with such a jaw,
this beast must weigh 500 pounds.

This time I'll catch it, Marquis.

Before the first snowfalls.

If everyone comes to the hunt,
it won't escape.

- Have you ever seen it?
- Once, sir.

It was in my line of fire
once in 13 months.

I hit it. My word, sir.

I saw it collapse and resurrect instantly.

We lost it south of Mount Mouchet.
It seemed to vanish into the woods.

Did it look like this?

It also had a kind of black stripe
with spikes on its back.

My friends, let me introduce to you
the author of these sketches,

the Knight Grégoire of Fronsac.

A providential man,
since he comes to us from Paris to...

Draw the beast?

His Eminence, the Bishop of Mende.

My Lord the Duke of Moncan.

My Lord the Count of Morangias

and Madam the Countess.

Jean-François, their son.
He has traveled too.

- Nice hand, sir.
- Thank you, sir.

Mr. Laffont, our Intendant.

Father Henri Sardis,
priest of Saint-Alban.

So, tell us, sir, is there much talk
of the beast in Paris?

- Songs are even made about it.
- It should be prayers instead.

Will Captain Duhamel need
God's help so much?

Who could do without it?

All Duhamel is good at
is dressing up his soldiers as girls

to lure the beast. What a strategy!

Duhamel is doing what he can.

You are quite indulgent.

Duhamel is useless.

His hunts exhaust our people,
his brutes ravage our lands

- but the beast is still at large.
- Certainly.

God, if the taxes I pay to these gentlemen
in Paris is used to pay Duhamel,

I would rather give it to my servants.

- What's your opinion, sir?
- You don't have to answer, Knight.

The Duke likes to argue,
but he is a good Christian.

When you arrived, this fine assembly
was pounding my ears

with the Lord and all His saints.

It even seems that the Pope
sent a spy to determine

whether or not the beast was
a manifestation of the devil.

Please excuse me.

Marianne of Morangias.

A very hard prize to catch, Knight.

She rejected everyone in the land.

- Who's the next unfortunate one?
- Maxime Desforêts, a playwright.

- So it will be easy.
- Be careful, she's a Morangias.

Miss.

Good morning, sir.
Miss and I were talking.

- You are Maxime Desforêts?
- Himself.

What a pleasure to meet you.
Quality authors are rare today.

The Marquis D'Apcher is thinking

of having you write
a memoir on his family.

- Really?
- Between us,

he's in a good mood, it's now or never,

but do it with finesse.
Be subtle about it.

Above all,
wait until he mentions it first.

Please excuse me, Miss.

- Aren't you ashamed?
- By God, no.

So, Mr. Naturalist,
is our country to your taste?

For now, I could only catch a glimpse
of its beauties, or at least one of them.

Is this how they talk
to girls at the King's court?

No. That's a line you save
for the innocent girls of the provinces.

Maybe I would go to court
if there were girls like you there.

Dinner is about to be served,
Knight. Let's go.

I'm staying with you.

We had been sailing up the St. Lawrence
for 12 days when we caught in our nets

the strangest animal I have ever seen.

The Indians had already told me
of their sacred fish,

but I was convinced that it was a legend.

The fish I was seeing

had the shape and size of a trout

but its body was entirely covered
with fur as black as jet.

A hairy trout? Sir, are you kidding us?

No, sir.

Salmo trutta dermo pila from Canada.

- This is so strange.
- Soft as ermine.

Quite repulsive.

Is it fit to eat?

- Nature is extraordinary.
- The water must be very cold.

This proves that sometimes
the impossible is possible.

Well said.

This discovery must have earned you
the honors of the King's Garden.

I doubt he deserves them.

But I must acknowledge
your talent for comedy, Knight.

If I had two hands, I would clap.

Jean-François.

- Please excuse him, sir.
- Count, your son is right.

This animal does not exist.

My master embalmer at the King's Garden
is a skilled man.

Forgive me for playing this joke.

Is the moral of your story
that there is no beast in Gévaudan,

and that we from this land are fools?

Miss, the moral of my fable

is that dragons and unicorns
only live in books and poems.

Lies sometimes appear as truth
when dressed in Latin.

Be careful, sir.
We might get confused about your point.

But what are you anyway?
Naturalist or philosopher?

Or worse, comedian?

I believe that Sir Knight
is mostly Parisian.

Enough about that damn beast.
After all, it only eats villains.

How about an impromptu guessing game?

Ah, I have just composed a little amorous
compliment. Will the Countess allow me?

- If this is not licentious.
- Absolutely not.

No, it's a very chaste
and pure compliment.

I did not work on it. It just came to me.

It's called "To the Wolf, To the Wolf."

I wasn't paying attention,
as I look at you without thinking of harm.

Your eye slily strikes a blow in my heart.

To the wolf! To the wolf!

Will I see you again soon?

Do you have another fabulous animal
to show us?

You seem to have a very definite idea
about me. Allow me to change your mind.

Try.

- Will you come to Duhamel's big hunt?
- Certainly.

I forbid it.
My daughter, it is too dangerous.

Obedience is the first virtue
of well-born girls.

This young man is right.

That day saw in Gévaudan

the biggest hunt ever made
in the Kingdom of France.

The King was offering 6,000 pounds
to whoever killed the beast.

To the thousands of requisitioned
peasants, swordsmen and soldiers,

were added all the hunters
and adventurers of the region.

For a few hours, we forgot that it was
the beast that was stalking us.

You have each received a card and a rally
point. Movements will start at seven.

- Good.
- Thank you.

You can, Captain. You can.
People have other things to do.

Duke, your generosity
matches your courage.

Enough, Duhamel. I hope for your sake
that we'll get it this time.

There is no doubt about it, Duke.

What's all the racket about?

What's happening?

Nice weapon, isn't it?

I had it made by a gunsmith
in Mende after the war.

You will understand
that I needed it tailor-made.

Here, look. Even in Paris,
you won't find such bullets.

I melt them myself.

Silver? Are you afraid of werewolves?

No, but I like to sign my shot.

I am a hunter, Fronsac, and this passion
has already cost me a lot.

What happened to you?

I learned the hard way that some animals
need more than one bullet to be finished,

and that it takes more than prayers
to cure gangrene, whatever Sardis says.

- Did a bear hurt you?
- A lion.

- A lion?
- Yes.

I traveled a lot during my two years
in the royal navy.

You don't know Africa, Fronsac.

My Lords, my daughter
is the cause of all this.

I am bringing her to you.
Punish her as you see fit.

Witch!

She's the devil!

- Look at her! She's the devil!
- She's sick! She's sick!

She is not possessed.
She is not possessed!

This is the mark of the devil!

Burn her!

Always keep her from swallowing her tongue
or she will choke.

She is not possessed.

- She is not possessed.
- I know.

A naturalist, a philosopher,
and even a healer?

Congratulations.

She didn't come, Fronsac.
You owe me a Louis.

Marquis.

Indigenous people?

Superstitious beasts
like everywhere. Like here.

Indian hunters eat the heart of their prey
to appropriate their strength.

Does that make them brutes?

In Africa,
warriors devour their enemies' hearts.

Comte, Jean-François. You must ask
your people to fall back to the east.

Well, there you are.

Madam, your mother will be worried.

A mother always worries. If I listened
to her, I would already be in a convent.

I know you don't believe in God.
You are a libertine.

He who loves is not a libertine.

Do you love?

I mean, it's ridiculous.
We don't even know each other.

You think I meant you?

Marianne!

Father, one day you'll have to teach her
to ride like a lady.

There's no harm in getting
a little exercise at her age.

- My father sees evil nowhere.
- My son sees evil everywhere.

People have died here.

How do you know that?

I heard a cry.

Knock it off, Mani.

He is right.
There was a Templar commandery here.

When it was set on fire, 25 heretics
were burned alive in the chapel.

Would he be a clairvoyant?

No need to be one.

You just have to observe.

I used to come here to play
with my brother.

Weren't you afraid?

He said he would protect me from ghosts.

So you don't like hunting.

Is that a crime in this land?

For the Indians,
to draw someone is to steal his soul.

Are you also interested in my soul?

Why are you on foot?
Do you want to get crippled?

It's my fault.

I am not asking you anything, Knight.

- What were you thinking?
- It was just a wolf.

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

Thank you.

Captain, I hope for you
that the beast is one of these.

In any case,
these will not eat anyone anymore.

What a peculiar character.

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

Ah. He is, how do you say, an Acadian?

He is an Indian.
An Iroquois from the Mohawk tribe.

An Indian? A real one?
He doesn't look like an Indian at all.

Be with us tonight at Saint-Alban.
We will have fun with your servant.

He is not my servant.

- So what the hell is he?
- He's my brother.

All the same, how could you mix
your blood with this savage's?

You don't look at the man who shares
your misfortune as a savage.

He saved me from the English
after the battle of Trots-Rivières.

I thought these animals were cannibals.

Well, as you can see, Mr. Intendant,
Mani is not an animal.

Could you reproduce
with a woman of our race?

When candle is out,
all women have same color.

Yes, Father, they even have wit.

Indians have slept and had children
with white women.

Therefore, we are the same species.

That's quickly said.
It's a bit like Negroes, after all.

Sardis, what do you think?

No doubt your blood brother is
a creature of God, like us.

- Did you have him baptized?
- He didn't ask.

Wonderful reason.
You belong to these times.

Mani has his own beliefs.

At home, one might say
he was a kind of priest.

Ah! Indians are lost if they have priests!

What exactly are their beliefs?

For the Mohawks, every man has a matching
animal spirit called a totem.

That's funny, but I don't get it.

Mani,

will you please?

Don't be afraid, it's not painful.

You.

Caribou. It's a kind of deer.

Ah, yes, a deer. What do you think, wife?

Am I a deer because of the horns
or some other part?

What about my dear Thomas?
What is his totem?

The worm. The bookworm, probably.

Snake.

Snake?

For Indians, the snake embodies wisdom.

Snake wise.

What about you, Mr. Intendant?

A boar.

Loosen up, Laffont.

Maybe pigs symbolize nobleness
for these barbarians?

So, who's next? Sardis?

No. No, no.

What about me? What am I?

A half lion?

Half an eagle?

Come on! Turn me into a lizard
so that my arm grows back.

Enough, Jean-François.

What's the matter?
Am I not showing good taste?

Leave me alone! Leave me alone.

Miss, will you please?

Forgive me, sir,
but I am weary of your tricks.

And I'd rather go before you start
juggling or dancing on a ball.

Have a nice evening.

This will take your mind off things.

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

And one sleeps better here
than at the inn.

They are all yours, gentlemen.

And we have a new one that's very...

My little Marquis.

Come!

I am expensive, Grégoire of Fronsac.

- Do we know each other?
- Seen from here, the Gévaudan is tiny.

Italian?

Si. Just passing through
this beautiful country.

I have money.

It's not only about money.

So?

Vieni con me.

- Who did this to you?
- An... An Iroquois arrow.

It struck close to your heart.

Maybe I'm a lucky man.

And this?

A bear.

And she didn't like me very much.

You haven't seen anything yet.

I'm in a dangerous business.

But not all men have your ways.

This will make you remember me.

This is an outrage. In my own house.

Valentine, what is it?

Mrs. Teissier, I don't sleep with wizards.

- What do you mean?
- He has moving shakes on his body.

And our reputation? Just do it.

It's nothing, our friend is an Indian,
not a wizard.

- I don't sleep with Indians.
- Whores are very picky.

Come on, girls.
Who wants to go with Mr. Redskin?

Come on. I'll double the pay.

- I like these drawings.
- There! It all works out.

So, they say you're a wizard?

Will you paint my portrait?

If you're a bad girl.

Weeks passed

without Duhamel's soldiers
finding the beast.

It was the third winter
that we would spend under its reign.

We knew that the snow and the cold would
not stop it any more than guns and dogs.

Let us remember the threats that God made

through the mouth of Moses.

"I shall come to you like a bear
whose cubs have been stolen.

I will devour your children like a lion
and tear out their entrails,

and I will send against you
the wild beast that will consume

you and your herds

and will turn your paths into deserts."

How long, Lord, will your wrath last?

One victim for each candle.

Do you really believe
we are in a time of reason?

Mercy!

I beg forgiveness.

Mercy.

Bless me.

What's going on, my son?

God punished me for my sins.
My children disappeared at Mount Mouchet.

I am cursed! We are all cursed!

Gather your people, Marquis.
We're leaving right away.

Tell Mani, I'll meet you on the road.

Marianne!

Good evening, Mr. Friend of the Wolves.

I have something for you.

I would like to see you, Marianne. Alone.

In 10 days. My mother will be at a retreat
and my father at a cure in Langogne.

- Ten days?
- I'm not as free as you are.

Bring the torch.

Bring the torch!

The storm is rising. People are tired.

We'd better get back.

No. We will look for the girl.

I found the child.

Captain, your many traps in the region
have caught more peasants than wolves.

Your men have committed acts of violence
against the population.

And since your hunt,
the wolf has killed 12 times.

I don't understand.
It should never have escaped us.

Pardon?

It should never have escaped us.

What about you, Knight?

Do you know
what kind of wolf we are facing?

Gentlemen.

My only certainty in the matter
is that the beast is not a wolf.

Wolves very rarely attack humans.
I was able to observe them in New France.

The wolves of this country
may not be of the same kind.

A rabid wolf will attack anyone.

Rabies kills an animal within two weeks.

The beast has been bleeding
your land for two years.

And I saw wounds on the corpses
that no wolf could have made.

I also found earlier this piece of metal

in the body of a victim.

- So?
- So,

no animal has iron fangs.

Therefore, the beast is not an animal.
So be it.

But how can we capture it?

While we speculate,
it is killing our people.

Gentlemen, we should listen
to Mr. Fronsac with great attention.

So, Knight, according to you,

the beast is not an ordinary animal?

But we all think the same.

And I, for one, am glad you agree

that it is supernatural.

I do not agree to anything, Father.
All I have is doubts.

Knight, do you have
anything else to tell us?

No, gentlemen.

Gentlemen, I received this from Paris.

Captain Duhamel, His Majesty has been
made aware of your inefficiency.

He asked me
to have you relieved of your duties.

You and your men will promptly join
your regiment in Langogne.

Mr. Beauterne, the king's harquebusier,
is already on his way.

His Majesty asked him
to kill this ferocious wolf.

And he alone is entitled
to hunt in the diocese.

Gentlemen.

So you have forgiven me?

I was just curious to know my totem.
Is that how they call it?

I would say...

a siren.

You are never serious, that's for sure.
I'll ask your redskin.

Have you seen the beast at last?

No.

You won't talk about it?

My only hypotheses are so absurd

as to pass me off as a fool
in the King's Garden.

What if I told you that the beast is made
of flesh and iron mixed together?

That it is gifted with reason
and can disappear at will?

What would you think?

That the countryside air
makes you believe in chimeras.

But it seems to be fleeing from me.

You haven't been here three months
and you'd like to be done with it already.

Did you think it would surrender
at the sight of you?

Maybe you're the one who scares it.

Am I that scary?

A victory is best enjoyed
after it has come at a cost.

Jean-François told me
you wanted to go to Africa?

For now it's just the dream
of a naturalist who is tired of winter.

What about you? Don't you ever wish
to discover new horizons?

The girls here have
more duties than wishes.

Do you see Sardis on the ramparts?

Is he keeping an eye on you?

Oh, no. He's looking out for me.

Alone with you?
God knows what could happen to me.

Let's get inside.
Our priest will catch a cold.

Good evening, Knight.

Good evening, Knight.

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

I do.

The cards?

I've never needed them with you,
my friend.

Therefore, let us drink.

To Miss of Morangias.

- Pardon?
- Her brother was here the other night.

Did you sleep with him?

Sleep with him?
He can't stand being touched.

He watches, he drinks.

When he is drunk, he talks in his sleep.

Just like all men.

Do I talk in my sleep?

What do I say?

More.

More.

Do you know how Florentine women
keep their husbands at home?

I don't.

They give them every morning

a slow poison

and every evening its antidote

so that the husband
who sleeps away from home

has a very bad night.

A woman like you doesn't need that.

True.

And we aren't married.

Antoine of Beauterne,
His Majesty's harquebusier,

comes to free the land from the beast.

- Sir. I am Grégoire of Fronsac.
- Ah, yes. Buffon's envoy.

The naturalist embalmer.

Mr. Beauterne stays at the Intendant's.
Meet him there at two.

His Majesty asked my opinion
on your report.

Quite a complicated tale.

I, for one, believe
that the beast is a wolf.

I'm going on the hunt tomorrow

and I don't want you to come with me.

Why is that?

The King has entrusted me with this,

to deal with the matter alone.

I don't need you
to put an end to this story.

You will find on the table a letter
signed by the Count of Buff on

and by our beloved King.

I am at his command, sir.
And believe me, this is no wolf.

I have already read your brief.

Do not bother with this beast anymore.

I'll take care of it.

You may leave.

Come on! Come on!

Come on!

She is a woman from Lorcières.

She was returning from the fair
when the beast attacked her.

We lost it south of Mount Mouchet.
It seemed to vanish into the woods.

Knight, the beast attacked
a girl near Saint-Alban.

God punished me for my sins.
My children disappeared at Mount Mouchet.

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

It was in my line of fire
once in 13 months.

My only certainty in the matter
is that the beast is not a wolf.

- So it is not an animal.
- A rabid wolf will attack anyone.

But how can we capture it?

No animal has iron fangs.

Knight, you have to come. Right now.

I saw him!

He was pouring poison
while uttering satanic invocations.

God knows how long it has been going on!

Leave him alone.

This is an Indian remedy, Father.

Only our prayers can save her.

But she was...

A miracle.

Tell me, what happened to your brother?

A man with the beast?

Come on.
The girl doesn't know what she's saying.

Yes, sir, the beast is dead.

Ten bullets. It never recovered.

We had your supplies brought.
Get to work right away.

- It's not the beast.
- Get to work. Mr. Beauterne is coming.

- This is ludicrous.
- I told you to wait for Mr. Beauterne.

I don't like your ways.

Hello, Knight. Leave us.

So, Fronsac. Don't you like my beast?

What does it all mean?

You know this animal is not the beast.

Hell, its jaw is
twice as wide as this one.

You have all you need here to fix it.

Pardon?

I only have this wolf
to bring back to Paris.

So you're going to make me a beast.

- You hope to make the King believe?
- Hell no, Fronsac.

I am carrying out his will.
You would be wise to do the same.

- Are you threatening me?
- No.

At my age. Come on, now.
You know who I am.

And you are too smart
to need to be threatened.

If you do your duty,
the King will be grateful.

Otherwise, he will be very upset.

You have all you need.
I am counting on you, my friend.

I'll see you later.

Good evening, sad-faced knight.

Aren't you happy to go back to Paris?

The beast is dead. You should be pleased.

Want me to tell you a secret?

I collect them.

Beauterne only killed a wolf.
He is an impostor.

And I am his accomplice.

Come on,
let's drink to our little betrayals.

You didn't see anything.

You are no longer welcome
at the castle, sir.

Go and tell Miss of Morangias
that I am here.

- Sir, I have told you...
- Speaking of the devil.

My son and I were just talking
about you, sir.

Madam, I have come to see your daughter.

- I'm afraid that's impossible.
- I insist.

Let him in, Mother.

Be careful, Jean-François.
You know how this ends.

Leave us.

Knight, Marianne is unwell.

I don't understand.

Yet Fronsac, you played a part
in the evil that consumes her.

Where is she?

Follow me.

How kind of you to come and visit me.

What's going on, Miss?

I am ordered to return to Paris.
But it is up to you.

I wish you a pleasant journey.

I had warned you, Knight.

You once gave me a present.

And I'm giving you two back.
For your collection.

I was warned about your kind.

Miss, those of my kind

do not condemn people
without listening to them.

I don't know how this was arranged,
but let me explain.

Don't go to such trouble.

- Marianne!
- Knight.

Don't make this even more difficult.

Agree that you were not suited
to my sister

and leave it at that. No hard feelings.

Do you think she will be
your nurse all her life?

Fronsac, aren't you happy to be able
to leave our beautiful country unharmed?

In other times, my people would have
beaten you up for just looking at her.

Times are changing.

Not everywhere, Fronsac.
In any case, not here.

Jean-François!

I am sorry, I...

Will you hit me too if I ask you to leave?

Farewell.

Don't regret anything,
he didn't deserve you.

On this historic day, I would first like
to thank the Knight Grégoire of Fronsac,

from the King's Garden.

He did his bit
in Killing the beast of Gévaudan.

But it is above all
thanks to Your Majesty.

Everyone should know

that sovereign power resides
in your person alone.

Only an animal could ignore it

and this animal is no more.

In truth, I have very little merit.

Invested with your power,
I only had to appear in Gévaudan

for the beast to surrender.

Mr. Buff on, what does this farce mean?

Beauterne is carrying out his orders
as we all have to, don't we?

- What orders?
- Mine.

Fronsac, let me introduce you
to Mr. Mercier,

Special Advisor to His Majesty,
in charge of internal affairs.

It was his idea to send
Antoine of Beauterne to Gévaudan.

So we owe this swift victory
over the beast to you, sir?

Your scruples honor you,
but these are reasons of state.

Have you read this?

THE EDIFYING STORY OF THE BEAST

You won't find it in bookstores anymore.
But keep it as a souvenir.

Did you get it banned?

In the guise of a tale,
it flouted the royal authority.

Had we waited, this could have become
embarrassing and people are so gullible.

If I follow you right, sir,
better to lie than let lies be told?

The truth is very complicated.

To govern, one must keep things simple.

This beast was a problem.
No more beast, no more problem.

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

That's what matters.

Ah, Fronsac, I almost forgot.
His Majesty wishes to thank you.

He understands
that you want to explore Africa.

A schooner is leaving Nantes
for Senegal in six months.

If you wish, you will be on the trip.

Of course, we will never speak
of the Gévaudan again, will we?

So, Fronsac?

Marianne of Morangias.

I don't think I know you, Madam.

We both have a friend in common.

What are you doing here?

No need to hide behind this veil.

Your perfume is not that of a lady.

Grégoire of Fronsac never loved
but one woman.

And he spoke your name in his sleep.

He will soon leave for a long journey.

I don't care.

When you see Fronsac again,
don't tell him that we met.

Or you will lose him for good.

Who was that, my daughter?

No one.

This one in the hold with the others.

This one and this one in my cabin.
Be careful, it's fragile.

Hello, Knight!

Hey! Marquis!

What's the good word?

It's not so good.

The crimes started again
two days after you left.

The King stopped sending us soldiers.
I can't find volunteers for the hunts.

I can't help you, Marquis.
I don't know how to catch the beast.

Frankly, I wasn't thinking
only of your skills.

Mani managed to find the girl.

One hunt, Fronsac. Only one.
You would be back in a month.

No way. The King forbade us
to return to Gévaudan.

- He won't know about it!
- Think again.

Is the King's peace of mind
worth all these sacrifices?

You won't change my mind.

- Want to bet?
- The last time we bet, you lost.

I wish I didn't need this to convince you.

But anyway... It's from Marianne.

What about Mani?

Hello! My friend!

How have you been?

- We're going hunting again, Mani.
- But this time, we'll do it your way.

Well, Knight? Any good news?

The best news in the world, Marquis.

The crimes continued in Gévaudan.

But the beast was officially dead.

What truly became of it
is not in the history books.

The secret was carefully kept.

Is it welcoming us?

It wants to help us.

Go to the castle.

I'll meet you later.

What is it?

Do you know Jeanne
and Pierre Roulier's house?

It's straight ahead.
The last house in the village.

This is Jeanne, my nanny.

Grégoire of Fronsac.

Pierre, go and get some wine.

My mother is having me watched.
They may already know you're back.

To hell with your family!
I'll take you away from them.

I can't stand my mother
nor Jean-François anymore.

I want to leave far from here.

In one week, I will take you to Paris.

Why wait?

I'm going hunting again.
I promised the Marquis.

I thought you had come back for me.

Beware!

Marianne! Go! Slowly, without running.

Come here! Look at me! Come!

Come here! Come on!

Come on! Come here!

Come on!

Run away, Marianne!

No!

What's going on here?
Open the door! Pierre! Pierre!

Oh, my God!

Tell me, Knight. Do you really think
we will find this beast?

I thought we would be more.

Mani knows what he is doing.
I, for one, am hunting a man.

A man?

The beast is but a weapon
in the hands of a sick mind.

- An assassin would act more secretly.
- You are right.

The first mystery of the beast
is its fame.

Its master wants it to be talked about.
This is about scaring people.

What do you mean?

This book was sold in the whole kingdom.

For the author,
the beast came to punish the King

for his indulgence towards philosophers.

- Nonsense. Who wrote this?
- That I do not know.

But the beast has a master.
And he is the one I want.

Your weapon may be useful to us.

As long as you carry it.

What about you, Mani?

Which one will you take?

Mani does not like firearms.

Too much noise. Too much smoke. Bad smell.

Everything will be fine, Grandpa.

Don't worry. We've planned everything.

- Knight, tell me about the Americas.
- The Americas?

You'll never go back there?

I have unpleasant memories of it.

What about Mani,
doesn't he miss his tribe?

It no longer exists.

When we attacked his village,
smallpox had already decimated it.

We were ordered to kill the survivors.

Women, and children too.

Only Mani survived.

- How?
- The captain wanted a Mohawk interpreter.

I was ordered to teach him our language.

Three weeks later,
I found him cutting the captain's throat.

Why didn't you denounce him?

Do you know how this man waged battle?

He gave his scouts dirty sheets and linens
from hospitals in Quebec.

The Iroquois bought them
and we finished the job three weeks later.

- Is that how wars are fought?
- In any case, this is how we lost it.

Where did he go?

- He went to talk to the trees.
- To the trees?

Trees speak.

White men don't know
how to listen. How to see.

See what, Mani?

Do you want to learn?

- What is it?
- An Indian Host.

At your own risk, Marquis.

- What does it do?
- It depends on people.

Indians say one sees what cannot be seen.

So, Mani?

The beast is in the forest.
The wolves will help us.

I do not see more.

Tonight we will dance the dance of blood

and the beast will come to us
with the sun.

It's not doing anything to me. It's not...

That night, Mani invoked
the spirits of the forest

in a language
that Fronsac himself did not understand.

And the wolves brought the beast to them.

Don't worry, I'll fix it.

It's okay, baby, I'll fix you,
I'll fix you.

I'll take care of you.
I'll take care of you.

Thomas fell asleep. It was a close call.

I'm sorry about the Indian.

What's there?

Tell me! What is this house?
I need to know!

It is a domain. A hunting domain.

Knight! You need to rest.

Hurry up, there's a fire!

There's a fire! There's a fire!

He is here! Come one, come all!

The Knight returned to Mani's body.

His revenge was far from being satisfied.

But according to the Indian custom,

he had to help his friend join
his ancestors at the first light of dawn.

What do you want?

These lands have seen too much bloodshed.

Leave the region soon
or you'll be at great risk.

I do not intend to leave.
I have unfinished business.

Is it worth your life?

How long have you known?

I don't know what you mean.

Come on, Sardis. How?

How did it come to this?

No one will believe you.

Go away, Sardis.

God bless you.

May the devil take you.

You are under arrest.

By the authority conferred upon me
by the Intendant,

follow us without resistance.

It's ludicrous...

- Chief, a lady wants to see you.
- Later tonight.

Come on, get up! You have a visitor.

- I'm no longer isolated?
- Depends for whom, pal.

Marianne?

Sorry.

Bring your guest some supper.

- How?
- Many are indebted to me.

Help me, I have to write to the King.
You have no idea.

Even if I helped you, you would be hanged
before your letter reached him.

It can't be, I haven't been judged yet.

Come on!

- What do you know of the beast?
- It is a trained animal.

It is covered with a cuirass.
I wounded it.

- Since when are you interested?
- Two years ago,

Sardis sent the Pope
a confidential letter.

It announced the constitution
of a secret society

whose aim, let's say, was to make heard

and to defend by all means
the word of the Church.

The Pact.

Sardis.

He would use the beast.

The beast is a warning to the King.

Heed the power of God
or risk the apocalypse.

The conspirators call themselves
the Wolves of God.

The Pact works for the Church?

Sardis only works for himself.
The Enlightenment has made him crazy.

And Rome has no control
over his organization.

And you, who do you work for?

Those who employ me also pay me
to remain anonymous.

And you already know quite enough.

Miss of Morangias.
To what do I owe this honor?

How is the Countess? Please, have a seat.

And is your father still in a cure?

Ah, this man likes good food too much.

Mr. Intendant, you had
the Knight of Fronsac arrested.

Yes. Who would have thought
a man like him would fall so low?

- He is neither robber nor murderer.
- Is he not?

Listen. The Knight of Fronsac
must have had his reasons.

Maybe these men had killed
his Indian friend.

Miss, it's not about that.

And even if it were, you don't avenge
a savage with the blood of Christians.

I want to visit him.

That's impossible.

Very well.

We'll see what people think
of all this in Paris.

Marianne. You misunderstand me.
The Knight of Fronsac died.

In the night.

In any case, he would have been hanged.

If you think about it, he was lucky.

This man was in your charge.

Maybe he choked?

Or did he catch a plague
in his straw mattress?

You lie. You lie, all of you!

- Be brave, my daughter. It is God's will.
- Father.

Marianne. Come,
let's go back to the castle.

Miss of Morangias needs a little rest.

Come on.

- No! Leave me alone.
- Enough. He's beyond your help now.

He already smells bad. Let's bury him fast
without putting a name on his grave.

This girl threatened to warn the king.
She is dangerous.

Grégoire of Fronsac
was buried the same evening,

long before the news
of his death had reached Paris.

No one knew exactly what secret
the Knight was taking to his grave.

The beast had stopped killing
for a few days.

But the sudden death
of its most relentless enemy

sounded like a dark omen.

Andiamo!

Hurry.

I blame myself, Father, for I have sinned.

Forgive me.

Marianne! I think of her day and night.

I can hear her heart beating
in my chest every moment.

Sardis, I want her to be on our side.

- The Lord is testing you.
- But you don't know what I am suffering.

There are images.

These cursed images
that keep coming to me.

Deliver me, Father.

I beg you to deliver me.

The evil that consumes you
has but one remedy.

No!

Don't drink, my little sister.

They want to kill you.

But I won't let them.

Who, Jean-François?

Who?

Marianne, we are going to leave.
Just you and me.

- Would you like to go to America?
- Jean-François.

You made me suffer, you know.
But I forgive you.

Please. What are you doing?
What are you doing?

Stay!

- You think I want to hurt you?
- Please don't come any closer.

Marianne. I need you, Marianne.

You are the one who saved me
when I was sick.

I woke from my nightmares
seeing your face.

Your hand on my forehead
drove away the demons.

You have no idea what I did
to keep you close to me.

So don't reject me, I beg you!

Why?

Answer!

Am I disgusting to you?

I'm not afraid of you.
But get out of here!

Is this the reason?

Don't worry.

From now on,
I'll be the one to take care of you.

Look.

No one knows this but Sardis and me.

Go away! Get out of here!

Why?

Why?

You are not my brother!

Someone else came back from Africa.

Yes, it's true. And I left because of you.

Marianne. Without you,
none of this would have happened.

Leave!

It's your smell! It's your dirty smell
that this beast smelled on me.

Yes.

We share the same blood, Marianne.
The same blood.

When father returns, he will kill you.

What if I was the one who killed him?
He's been bothering us for so long.

Come on! Come on, do it! Come on! Come on!

Why didn't you do it?

It's not that hard, though. Look!

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

- Stop it!
- Marianne!

I love you, Marianne!

Brothers! The Lord has let me know.

The beast will be back,

heralding the return of our values
to this decadent kingdom.

And we will be the invisible princes

of the new reborn France,
because God is with us.

The people have hardly seen
God's wrath yet.

The King's unjust censorship

will be confronted
with the terror of the populace.

And when this wrath is at its peak,

then we can offer the King a deal.

If he could not submit a single one,

imagine, brothers, what he could do
if other beasts were to appear

from all the provinces of the kingdom.

The time is nigh
when we will reap what we have sown.

Let us read the book of Malachi.

"The words of a priest's lips
should preserve knowledge

and people should turn to him
for instruction,

for he is the messenger
of the Lord of Heaven's Armies."

"He who worships the beast and his image

shall drink the wine of the wrath of God

and be tormented in fire and sulfur
in the presence of the angels.

The smoke of these torments
will rise forever and ever."

I have returned to name you before God.

Pierre-Jean Laffont.
Geneviève of Morangias.

Maxime Desforêts.

Gontran of Moncan. Henri Sardis.

Jean-François of Morangias.

Amen.

Fire!

Sons of whores! You are all under arrest!

Ghost or not,

I'll cut you in half.

No need to hold your strikes anymore.

I didn't mean to.

It's too late, Fronsac.
Now the beast is immortal.

Maybe it is, but you aren't.

- Sardis trained you as you did the beast.
- How did you know?

You sign your crimes with a silver bullet!

Marianne! Look!

Marianne isn't here, you fool.

Knight, you have united us forever.

Line up these butt holes, boys!

Who do you think you are?

- Go there!
- This is unfair!

Look at that, huh?

You're not acting so proud now.

Where are you going, robin?

Come on! Hurry!

- He's dead.
- Now he is for sure.

What about Sardis?

Wherever he goes, we will find him.
Or the mountain will take care of him.

Shall we celebrate our success in style?

You've already killed me once.

It was to better resurrect you.

I could introduce you to Rome.
Would you come with me?

Too late.

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

Go away before I change my mind.

- Marquis! What's the matter?
- It's Marianne.

I had her brought to our home.
She is dying.

No!

Out! Get out! Get out, all of you!

Marianne. Marianne, wake up!

Marianne.

Marianne. Forgive me.

I love you.

I never forgot Grégoire of Fronsac
and Marianne of Morangias,

even after all those years.

The world that created the beast is dying.

And I must hasten, for my story too

is coming to an end.

I still remember going with the Knight

to Jean-François of Morangias's
secret hideout

where the beast was awaiting
its final hour.

The old healer told us everything he knew.

Jean-François had brought back
from Africa a strange beast

which had given birth.

He had only kept the strongest cub.

With patience and cruelty,

he had trained it to be the meanest.

Thus died the beast of Gévaudan.

And I, Thomas D'Apcher,

am probably the last one
who knows the whole truth.

The Knight offered me
to follow him to Africa

but the region had to be rebuilt.

I had a duty to my people, to my land.

We want to watch you die!

I have often thought
of Grégoire and Marianne.

In all those peaceful years
slowly leading me to old age,

I never saw them again.

I like to believe that they lived happily,

far from here.

BROTHER WOLF

Brotherhood Of The Wolf

Sous-titres: François Janquin