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And then a sudden violent shock...

that left a deep impression
on the mind...

and damaged it permanently...

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He's cutting across the fields!
He's getting away!

He's back on the road!
Turn around!

He's hiding in the park!
He's trapped!

Excuse me, lady.

We're looking for an escaped convict.
He's hiding somewhere out here.

- He's a dangerous killer.
- I've not seen anyone.

- But please, come in.
- Thanks.

His motorbike.

He's not hiding in the ground, is he?

You've not seen anything?

There he is!
Towards the sea!

Hey!
Stop or I'll shoot!

You messed up, Pascal.
Back to your cage.

Your holiday's not over.
10 years plus an escape attempt.

What has been remains.

Remains!

Embedded in the brain.
Nestled in the folds of the flesh.

Distorted, it conditions
and subconsciously impels you...

In the Folds of the Flesh

13 years later.

- Goodbye, Alex.
- Good luck.

I'll see you tomorrow.
Come and get me at ten.

Come here, Buck.

Look who it is! Faithful Lucille.
It's been quite a while.

I'm Michel.
Have I changed that much?

I almost didn't recognise you.

We haven't met since
uncle Andre's accident.

But you're looking good.
My compliments.

- Who's that?
- That's Andre's daughter.

Falaise?

It's great to see you again.

I'm Michel, your cousin.
I bet you don't remember me.

How could you? You were too little.
It's been almost 13 years.

It doesn't matter,
a cousin's always welcome.

- What brings you here?
- Just passing through, I travel a lot.

For business, for pleasure.

When you get old
family memories come back.

Hi! Your dog seems to
have made itself at home.

What can l say?
He takes after his master.

Come, Michel.
This is my nephew.

Colin.
He's become a man.

To your health, Andre.

Uncle Andre really was a great man.

Yes, but he had his ways.

You won't remember him, you were
too young when he had the accident.

You can't have been much more
than five or six.

He was 8 at the time.

It's true,
little Colin was 8 years old.

Not much, but enough
to remember how Andre...

Who had weathered storms
of gigantic proportions,

- ended up drowning like an amateur.
- Colin!

I won't allow you to talk
about my father like that.

So sensitive, chatelaine.

What matters is that he
left you all his money.

And we are always ready
to kiss your feet.

Colin!

Poor Andre.

I told him the sea would
get him sooner or later.

Right.

He liked to challenge it.
Dominate it.

He was a sportsman,
and we admired him.

Especially his daughter, Falaise.

But that sad morning...

A patrol boat spotted
his unmanned vessel.

Perhaps the engine failed?

Perhaps it was a desperate
attempt to swim to shore.

The sea was his idol,
and it was his grave.

- Rest in peace.
- Amen.

Spending all my life travelling,
all I've done is collect weird things.

Look at this, I got it in Copenhagen
at the sex fair,

amongst samples offetishes
and erotic stimulants.

- It's a living jewel.
- Try it, it tickles really gently.

It stimulates the appetite.

A female friend of mine
went wild over it!

Put it in here,
it will stimulate Kiki's appetite.

We have two vultures in the
family, Kiki and Kioka.

Colin's always feeding them.

They like carrion, vertebrae,
and sacred bones.

They're sophisticated.

To find enough bones to satiate
those jaws you'd need a cemetery.

We have one.

I'd be curious to see it.

If you really want to,
I'm ready.

Too kind.

There were some
Roman graves here.

- No gold?
- No, they'd already been looted.

- It's always the case.
- True, I shall be buried naked.

I think l recognise that guy.

Aren't you hungry tonight?
Are you protesting?

A hunger strike?
What's wrong?

Why won't you eat?

Maybe an ancestor?

It's your dog, he must have
found a lady friend.

He's very lucky with the ladies.
If only l could say the same.

Don't give up hope, Michel.
The night is young.

You might get the same chance.

A moonlight stroll?

How romantic.

Perhaps I'm interrupting?
I'll retire.

Goodnight.

"Dear Derek, everything's fine,
the coast is clear, come quickly.

"Hilton Hotel.

"London."

"Dear Derek, everything's fine,
the coast is clear" What does it mean?

Who's Derek?

"Everything's fine".
The fool...

Derek...
I've never heard of him.

- But he could be...
- Who?

No one.
Just a crazy thought.

Give it to Kioka.
She eats paper too.

She's an intellectual.

No...

We must send it.
It's for the best.

This Derek knows Michel came here.

If he gets the letter, he won't
suspect a thing when he arrives.

Then we can find out who he is,
and what he wants.

And then...

Another feast for Kiki.
I'll send it.

Hello, beasts.

You want some too?

Stupid!

Anyone around?

Who are you looking for?

- Are you the owner here?
- Who are you?

- Cigarettes?
- Well?

I'm Alex.
Alex Bourdelaine.

It's a magnificent villa.
Michel was right to blackmail you.

Where is he?
We were supposed to meet at 10:00

He let me down.
Have you hidden him?

In your bed, perhaps?

Who are you talking about?

About Michel.

And his dog.

Isn't this Buck's collar?

If Michel and I are friends,
and Michel's your cousin...

We're practically related, right?

I don't think so.
Michel received a call from London.

He had to leave urgently.
We found a taxi for him.

He told us a friend would
come looking for him.

He asked us to put him up.
You need a light?

No, I don't smoke.

- But you collect cigarettes?
- A habit, like women.

- In the meantime, please come in.
- With pleasure.

But I warn you to be on guard,
I'm a Casanova.

A terrible Don Juan.
No one can resist me.

And with a beautiful woman
I'm capable of anything.

But I won't disappoint you.
I have special skills.

- Are you always like this?
- It's stronger than me, I can't help it.

- Get out!
- Colin!

We don't want
any pretty boys in the way!

The big puppy's jealous.

Mr. Bourdelaine is staying with us.

He's my guest.
Got it?

Even ifthe servants don't approve.

My compliments.
You know what you want.

Always.

A robust appetite is a male quality,
so the sun god said.

You sound educated.
Are you a journalist?

No, I limit myself to living.
It's hard enough.

He's a genius.
The prototype artist.

He writes, sculpts, paints.

This is his.

And this, and that,
and this other one.

No one translates and interprets
Eliot and Lorca like him.

Right, Lucille?

I think he should be ashamed.

It all sounds rather saucy.

- Right, would you like to hear?
- With pleasure.

You've got me curious.

We did this yesterday.

They found a way to stave off
boredom.

Oh, Yes... My love....

Your mouth...
Your mouth, my love...

It's a very sensitive device.

It even records the rustling of leaves.

That's some leaf!

A lovely woman
invites you to madness.

And furtively crosses the room,
naked.

Sorceress of soft music,
like a gentle mist.

Within you...
In your flesh, my love.

What trembling!
What arms!

- What an endless sky!
- My love, what a sky!

Garden of my agony.

The blood from your veins
pours into my mouth...

And quenches my thirst forever.

To see you naked
is to remember the Earth.

The threadbare Earth,
limpid with bullies.

Your belly is a storm of roots.

Your lips are the dawn,
livid with light.

Under the tepid roses ofthe bed,
the dead moan.

Waiting in vain
for the hot breath of love.

You fling away the covers...

lie back and offer yourself.

Waiting for the night to stir
the throbbing which feeds your soul.

Lady...

It's wicked to upset the flow of art.

This is what you need now.

Ask him if this is enough
to quench your thirst?

Why are you waiting?
You're free to go.

To your quarters.

I'll show you to your room.

What will help you sleep?
Music? A book?

There's a more effective way.
I'll teach you.

Bourdelaine...

You know the praying mantis?

If you value your life, go now
or Falaise will destroy you.

Get out.

I warned you.

Sweet dreams.

Stop, witch!

You like blood and violence.
You succeeded with Michel.

You killed him.

What's this?

You mustn't touch my hair!
Only daddy can!

A fake blonde! Why this
masquerade, golden haired princess?

My hair!

You're hurting me!

My hair.

My sweet Falaise with golden hair,
soft and fine as silk.

Daddy!

What are you doing to Lucille?
Leave her alone.

You're holding me too tight!
I can't breathe!

Why, daddy?
What are you doing?

I'm your little girl.
Don't you recognise me?

No!
You're crushing me!

Why?

Why?
What are you doing, daddy?

Tell me.

What is this emptiness all around me?
I can't feel you anymore.

You've abandoned me again.

Book me a place on the first
flight from London to Zurich.

Where there is hate,
you bring love.

Where there is offence,
you bring forgiveness.

Where there is division,
you bring unity.

Where there is doubt,
you bring faith.

Where there is error,
you bring truth.

Where there is despair,
you bring joy.

Where there is darkness,
you bring light.

Where there is hate,
you bring love.

Where there is offence,
you bring forgiveness.

With the right care, l think so.

Emotions are unpredictable,
the shock could make it worse...

But it could also cure her.

There she is.

Blessed are the persecuted
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are the merciful...

They bloom three times a year,
but only in this vase.

Why?
It's strange.

Plants are sensitive, like people.
Grateful to those who care for them.

What a lovely smell.
It reminds me of Michel.

Michel reincarnated as
chrysanthemums? lt's too soon, baby.

- It takes time to transform.
- What do you mean?

- You mean he's never coming back?
- What do you think?

- That's Alex's jersey.
- Yes, he left it to me.

- In his will.
- Liar!

He'll want it when he comes back.
Take it off!

What is this nonsense?
There is no Alex!

Leave it, l'll answer it.

- Hello, kid.
- What do you want?

Good, you're at home.
Get ready, I'm coming.

Stay away, bastard.
And go to hell!

What's happening to me?

I feel a fog rising from the past...
and my fingers are trembling.

It's like I'm rolling around...

and screaming.

What is it?
A memory lapse?

A dizzy spell?
Can you tell me?

Hello, kid.
I told you to get ready.

Move it!

Inside!
And no tricks.

Am I disturbing, madam?
I told you I'd be visiting.

May I?

Come here!

Out!

Who's here?
A spring chicken.

- Help!
- So we're all here.

Everyone except your daddy.

Dumb idiot!

I'll rearrange your face!
I'm a specialist.

13 years in prison!

You won't believe the things
you hear in there.

I heard so many things
about Andre, for example.

He was a real bigshot.

If you're here to rob us,
you won't find anything.

You think I'm some small-time
crook, kid?

Just tell us what you want.

Tell us...

You've taken good care of
yourself all these years.

I remember when you were digging in
the garden at the base of the statue.

That night when the police
happened to catch me.

What nonsense.
I don't remember anything.

I'll refresh your memory, they caught me
but l had time to see everything.

And it's been on my mind constantly.
An empty motorboat, the statue!

The train, and a beautiful woman
who's digging, to bury some guy.

More precisely, Andre Gardere.

And every silence has its price.

$100,000 is nothing for
thirteen years of silence.

Let's make it 200
and a little gift or two.

- Leave her alone!
- Behave, kitten!

You and me will get on
just fine, you'll see.

Drink, it will lift your spirits.
Cheer up!

Getting back to business.

I've kept my mouth shut for so long,
let's make it $100,000

I can continue to keep quiet
for another 100,000

And Andre will go on rotting
in the garden for centuries.

- Cut it out. Be reasonable.
- I've been reasonable enough, brat!

$200,000

Or the police will come here, find the
body, and you'll go straight to jail.

Or, if you prefer,
you can all join Andre.

I'm warning you!

- Mr. whatever your name is
- Pascal, the philosopher reborn.

This body in the garden,
couldn't you be mistaken?

Or your memory's playing
tricks on you?

Let's go and check, madam.
Perhaps I was drunk that night.

Let's have a look.
Come on!

You're used to digging at night.
A bit of exercise.

Faster, kid.

Hurry up!

Give it here!

Enjoy yourself, doll.
Get those hands dirty!

There you go!

I'll be the judge.

Your beasts smell the stench
of a corpse.

Come on, kid.
Let's see how many bones are left.

Is this what you're looking for?

Michel's dog.

$200,000 for this carcass?

Stop this and go!

Shut up, beasts!

It was here at the base of the statue.
I'm not stupid!

I don't give a damn about you!
You've moved it, you don't fool me!

Go blackmail someone else!
You bully!

I'm in no hurry, you'll keep digging
until the body pops up!

I've had enough of you!

Kioka!

You evil bastard!
I'll kill you!

Look out!

Colin, look out!

Bastard worm!

Try it again
and I'll kill you like that bird.

Back inside!

Waiter, serve us some whisky.

First we drink,
then back to the digging.

Andre will pop up, you'll see.

Ladies first.

A bit of respect.

Come on, slowcoach,
my throat's getting dry.

Let's drink to freedom.

After 13 years in the cage,
I think l have the right.

There you have no kids to serve you.

That's old news.

Let's have some music.

Hello, police?

Stop that!
You're messing with the wrong guy!

I'm notjoking.

Move it!

Pig!

Tie them up!
Both of them.

Tie them up together
on the floor.

Thirteen years without.

Dreaming day and night
of a woman's body.

And now I've got two of them.

Two rather fine specimens.

I'll show you.

Who shall I start with?

The blonde.

Don't do it, kid!
You're playing with fire!

Don't you know who l am?
I'll kill you in a heartbeat!

This is your last warning, got it?

One more stunt
and you sleep with the angels.

Or you can watch us
and enjoy the show for free.

No, you pig!

Falaise...

You enjoyed it too, didn't you?

You'll get an encore!

What's up with you?

Tell him you liked it.
It's good every now and then.

It makes you more beautiful.

An eggnog, madam.
And us, outside!

Some exercise in the sun.

Come on.

Move it.

It's disappeared, damn it!

Have you buried him in hell?

God damn it!
I'm not crazy!

Find it before sunset,
if you want to live!

Got it, fool?
Dig!

Find Andre's bones or I'll make you
wish you'd never been born!

Breakfast!

You eating with me, darling?

You worked hard last night,
you need to keep your strength up.

I still need you!

I said six eggs, madam.

Is that all of them?

After you.

Good?

You did great.

Come on!

Don't feel like it, banana mouth?

$200,000

You really think so?
And where would I get it?

I'll take this banger as well.
I'm doing you a favour.

- And this dirty hole?
- The throne room.

I was about to say.

What a fine specimen.

This is an archaeological zone.
They're Breton-Roman remains.

Could they also be the
remains of your father, Andre?

These bones are centuries old.
Can't you tell?

I wasn't around then.

Do you really think a murderer
would put their victims on display?

I'm prepared for anything.

- What do you do here?
- We make soap.

It's a washroom.
For our laundry.

But cleaning isn't your thing.
You've no idea.

You've given me an idea.
I'm all covered in mud.

I haven't washed in years.

Water hurts but I want to risk it.
Run a bath for me, kid.

With pleasure, sir.

Not here in the stable.

Upstairs, in the doll's bathtub,
with oils, salts and a sponge.

- In grand style.
- I don't take orders from you.

Go tell the police
about your phantom corpse!

And if they come,
they might find yours!

Lost your memory, kid?
I've got the gun, don't push me.

The bath!

I'll break your bones.

Don't provoke him.

He's walking all over us.
We've got to do something.

Get rid of that pistol.

With cyanide, perhaps.

A prison memento.
How l was supposed to die.

When the Germans took us
to the showers, it meant the end.

It was a cyanide shower.

That's how my mother and my
friends were gassed to death.

But for me...

Wait!
We're not throwing you away.

Send her to the shower
some other time.

Sooner or later,
what's the difference?

Let go of me!
I want to die with them!

Mummy!

Through the reinforced glass,

I watched them die
breathing in the cyanide.

They collapsed in an instant.
Killed by the gas.

I want to die too!

Your turn will come, it's destiny.

Just wait a bit.

It dissolves instantly in water.

A puff of smoke and it's
over before he notices.

Let go of me!

Mum!

Peace is restored.

Your guest's calmed down
and asks for you.

Come.

- He's waiting.
- How can you joke like this?

You will too, very soon.

Please.

Who killed him?
Did you kill him?

No, the water did it.

You were jealous,
because l liked him.

He was a man,
not a weakling like you!

You're a worm!

- You're a worm.
- That's the thanks I get?

We could have ended up in jail
or dead, do you realise that?

Why in jail?

You killed him!

You're a murderer!

You enjoy killing them!
You're a sadist!

Yes, like you!
I'm your servant, your slave!

Yes!
My slave!

You're my slave!

Stop it.

Enough!

You too, Falaise.
We're in enough trouble.

What do we do now?
We can't keep him here.

He'll disappear like the others.
Don't you know, duck?

You have your fun,
then they all end up like that.

A praying mantis.

You provide the bodies
and the alchemists dissolve them.

It's ourjob.

Will you give us a hand?

No.

Dad...! No!

It's Pascal, can't you see?

Dad...

Lucille!

It's Andre.

- Andre? That's impossible.
- It's true, I'm not a ghost.

- But you're not him.
- Plastic surgery, it changed me.

Plastic surgery?

Yes.
There's little of the old Andre.

In fact, he's dead,
like everyone thinks.

13 years ago,
at the bottom of the sea.

- The eyes? They're the same.
- I've aged a bit, but...

Let's go inside.
It's your place.

It was a brilliant idea, being
lost at sea, you did great.

It was the best thing to do
after that night.

Even the gang fell for it.

And as a dead man
they left me alone.

No one ever doubted it.

We even cried when the priest
read the funeral sermon.

Like you really had died.

You recognise me, don't you?

You cunning animal!

Get down, we have another victim.

- And Kioka?
- Dead, for years.

- Why didn't you reach out?
- I couldn't risk it.

The police or the gang
could have found me.

In those 13 years,
and after these adjustments...

they've all forgotten.
I've become Derek.

So, I'm safe and no one
will ever recognise me.

It was Michel who told me
the coast was clear.

I'm glad.
Really glad.

- I knew you'd come back.
- I never doubted your devotion.

And Falaise?
I'm anxious to see her again.

I'll call her now.

Falaise!

You'll be so proud of her.
She's a woman now.

She's beautiful.

I'll show you the way.

The master has returned, Colin.
Do you remember my nephew?

This is Andre.

It's a pleasure.

Little Colin.
You're a big man now.

It seemed he'd never grow up.

Falaise!

Your father.

My little girl.

No...

I'm your father.

I've missed you so much.

I don't know you.
He's been dead for years.

Why say that, Falaise?

Dad's dead, I killed him!

It's true!
I didn't mean to!

I'm here.
Can't you see?

I'm alive.

No...

It's impossible, you can't be alive!
You're dead!

Dead!

What do you want?
You're not welcome here!

How dare you speak to him like that!

What's going on?

Will you explain?

It happened that night.

The man the gang
had sent to kill you...

You managed to escape,
but that man came after me.

He tried to strangle me.

Then Falaise came down,
woken by the shots.

Daddy!
What are you doing?

What do you want?

She fell into the claws
of that brute in her dad's room.

She mistook him for you.

You're hurting me!

The girl was raped.

I managed to free her and she
grabbed that sword from your room.

And she killed him.

She thought she'd killed her father.

Trying to talk her out of it,
to make her remember...

sends her into a crisis.

The doctors advise
not aggravating the wound.

Besides that, she's normal.
She's happy.

What should l have done?

It's horrendous but true.

It's all so monstrous.

You're supposed to be Andre?
Pervert! She's your daughter!

How could you?

You should be ashamed,
you animal!

Leave him alone!
Stop meddling!

You'd sleep with your father?

You dirty bitch!

We're not father and daughter!

Where's your cousin Esther,
Lucille's daughter?

Answer me!

Esther?
What about her?

She's dead.

- Tell him, auntie.
- Calm down.

He was very close to my daughter.

She's dead?

A few months after your escape.

Run over by a car
in front of the gate.

A car came offthe road.
It crushed her right in front of me.

She was on her bike.

We wanted to leave, but thought
you might return one day.

She's buried in the village?

Yes...

On the hill.

We often bring her flowers.

We'll go together.

Too kind, sir.

Yes.

I want to see her.

Esther Radiguet.
Plot 213

Authorisation for exhumation.
The bones go to the chapel.

Signature, please.

She's the mother.

By the way, I recognise Michel's car.
What happened to him?

He left a few days ago, along with
that other thug, but they'll be back.

I do hope so.

Your daughter Falaise is too fragile.

Couldn't you have spared her?

Right, she's a noble soul.

Perhaps you didn't believe
Esther's dead?

I believe it even less now.

The family album,
the gravestone.

A wig, a birthmark.

Even the cemetery register's
been altered.

Whoever checks that?

A perfect farce.

What are you getting at?

- That you'd better start talking.
- What should I say?

Where's my daughter, Falaise?

That will knock some sense into you.
Got your memory back?

Answer me.
What is this masquerade?

Where's Falaise?

I asked you where my daughter is?
Answer me.

Institutionalised.
It was the shock of that night.

You mean in an asylum?

I did the impossible for you.

How is she?

She's completely lost her memory.

- Bring her here.
- No, it's impossible.

We can go there together.

Don't trouble yourself.
She'll come here.

- I'm sure it's possible.
- Here? No...

Yes, because you're in charge.

You'll find a way.

No.

I can't do it this way.

Too noisy.
Besides, it's vulgar.

It's not my style.
I work better...

in close quarters.

With the elegance of an artist.

I promise I'll free you of him tonight.

Falaise, my child.

Mr. Corman, no emotions.
Allow me.

Don't you recognise this
gentleman? He's a friend.

He's your father.
Aren't you happy to see him?

My father.

He stroked me and sang to me.

I can't be touched.
I'm sorry.

The swing!

Esther, shall we play?

We'll take it in turns.
Will you push me?

Daddy never pushes me.
He doesn't play with us.

Antoine!
He pushed me.

He's very strong,
but he's gentle with me.

He likes my hair and he kisses it.

And he says it's gold.

But this bothers the governess.

And no one's caressed
my hair since then.

I've not seen him again.

- Where is he?
- No one's seen him.

Not even us.

Where were you?
I couldn't find you.

And Kioka?

Me and Colin also used to
play with you.

Try to remember.

Start talking!

Daddy!

Where are you?

Leave her alone!

He's no one's father!

It's an absurd farce.
Go away.

Everyone go away!

Daughter, mother...

It's impossible.

You tell her, Lucille.
Tell her he isn't her father.

Send them away.

Why don't you say something?
Why won't you look at me?

If she's his daughter,
then who am I?

Speak.
Tell me who I am?

You, young lady...

You're Esther, my daughter.

Forgive me.

You're not Falaise.

The noble chatelaine!
My lady!

She's the governess' daughter.
A pleb!

And we're cousins.

Bonded by blood and love.

Esther, what a lovely
couple of cousins!

Why this deception, Lucille?
I want the truth.

Stop this farce!
My father...?

Did I kill him or not that night?
Tell me!

Who was it?
I have a right to know.

If I didn't kill him,
who did I kill?

I don't know...

I don't know anything anymore.

I did it for you.

Wait.

Out with the truth.
All of it!

Or l'll kill myself.

You're like a son to me.
You're young.

And if it's necessary,
I'll tell you everything.

It's him, l recognise him.
It was Antoine who raped me!

The sleeping-pill, witch!

He wasn't supposed to wake up, right?

You're only good
for one thing, bitch!

Daddy.

Antoine!

What are you doing?

Help!
Daddy!

Help!
Lucille!

Help!
Esther!

Get off her!

Leave her alone!

Don't touch her!

Leave her!

Falaise, don't be afraid.

Now it's all much clearer, right?

- It was all because of that night.
- It's over now.

You're safe here.
In your own house.

Erase those bad memories.

That means I haven't killed anyone.

And I was never raped.
Say it, Lucille.

You've always believed
you were the other one.

The shock your mind experienced
created a split personality.

You were convinced you had endured
what your friend went through.

It's rare to recover from such
a condition, but you're lucky.

Now you go back to being yourself.

Falaise, I took your place
without knowing it.

I was so confused.
Forgive me.

We're not quite done yet.

You know something, Lucille?

When I ran away, I was convinced
the gang had sentenced me.

But then I suspected they
hadn't sent anyone to kill me.

And I started to investigate.

No, Antoine hasn't got
the makings of a killer.

I knew there was something going on.
I'd seen you.

You'd go down to the beach in secret.

At sunset, when it was deserted.

You rolled around
in a vortex ofthe senses.

Filthy with sand and kisses.

You offered yourself
to his body and his designs.

High on love, you whored
your flesh and your soul.

You embraced him and his plan.

The gang's after him,
he thinks they want to kill him.

So why not do it for them?

And throw all the blame on the gang.

You'd get the villa, an expensive
property, you'd be set for life.

But you kill your lover instead!

- To save the girls.
- Really?

You send Falaise to a clinic
and almost turn Esther insane.

Someone has to pay!
It's your turn.

Your turn will come, it's destiny.

It's your turn now.

You're too young to die.

I want to die with my mother!

Auntie!

Lucille!

Why?

Colin!
She's abandoned us too!

Did it work, Inspector?

Where are Michel and Sergeant Alex?

In the book of heroes.
It's our destiny.

The investigation is over,
you can go up.

Miss Falaise, excuse the theatrics.

It wasn't easy playing your father,
but l did it for you, forjustice.

Andre died in prison years ago,
but he asked us to watch over you.

I return you to your house,
to peace, to youth.

And I wish you all the best.

Goodbye.

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