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Franck, this's new.
Hold.
You shouldn't hang around.
Okay?
Thanks Cortez.
Good luck, Captain.
The devourer.
The value of innocence.
From this feast of souls, he nourishes his power.
Never invite him home.
He could invade your home.
Don't answer him anything, don't fall into his emptiness.
Because it is in the skin of what you are that the monster resides.
Small tourist plane which crashed two weeks ago in the
Germont valley has not yet revealed all its secrets.
While the search to find the last debris ended on Sunday evening, the body of the pilot, a man
in his fifties, who had been found in the remains of the plane, has still not been identified.
We immediately join our special correspondent live
from the forensic institute where the body now rests.
But indeed, here at the UMJ of Germont, the
mystery surrounding this man remains intact.
According to our sources at the gendarmerie, no identity emerged
from the dental files and DNA analyzes are still in progress.
It would take us up to six weeks.
Excuse me !
Hey !
Hello Mrs.
Don't stay there, it's dangerous.
You can get back in your car.
Yes, of course I'm going to get back in my car.
Will it last long?
If it doesn't go fast enough, you can always help us clear the logs.
But what?
You're not from here, you.
Get back in your car.
And then wait like everyone else.
Thanks for helping me along the way.
It was nothing.
Captain de Roland, national gendarmerie.
I need to go to Roc-Noir, can you drop me up there?
They don't have a car at the national gendarmerie?
I'm not from here, I arrived by bus.
Colleagues couldn't come pick me up, probably because of the blocked road.
And your uniform?
I am an investigator.
Can I redo your card?
Ok, I'll find another car, thanks.
Come on, get in.
Know that I like to defend.
It won't be useful.
What are you here for?
I am an investigator in the Disturbing Disappearances Department.
And who has gone worryingly missing?
Just drop me off at this address.
Please.
Are you not wearing your seatbelt?
Could I fine you for that?
Could I let you continue on foot?
Thank you so much.
Wait, what are you doing here?
This is the same address as on your GPS.
Chief Brigadier Marcelin, are you Commander Guardiano?
Yes.
And here is Roland’s gendarmerie captain.
Chief Brigadier.
We were late in closing the perimeter and covering the Seine.
I only have two guys available with me and
given the mess, I would have needed double that.
Good torrent!
Is that fucking light coming from?
And will you show me around the chalet from behind?
What?
Nothing.
You didn't ask me anything.
No problem Commander.
A good investigator would have grilled me right away.
Look, don't count on me to fall into the font war cliché.
I have the door on missing children who may have a connection to your crime scene.
Are you following me?
I'm coming.
I join you.
Gonnet, Commander Guardiano.
Equip yourself, you're going to need it there.
Sorry, we couldn't do anything about the smell.
I warn you, it's not a very pretty sight.
Didn't we warn you of the carnage?
No, not to that extent.
Do you want my opinion?
For me, this is what happened.
The Vasseurs were having breakfast.
A violent argument breaks out between them.
They are overcome with rage and kill each other with whatever objects they find.
Strangely, no typical defensive wounds on the forearms.
So they fight and neither protects themselves from the other.
What can you tell me about the Vasseurs?
A couple without history.
She worked at the bakery and he was unemployed.
They have a 12 year old kid, Evan, but he is nowhere to be found.
What?
We looked everywhere, but found nothing.
Tell Roland's captain, he'll be interested.
But in any case, there is nothing to indicate the
presence of a third person at the time of the events.
With all that blood, there were bound to be
traces and the doors were locked from the inside.
Carefully prepared lunch and it's carnage.
It doesn't stick.
Police !
Show yourself!
Hey!
Attention.
No, don't worry.
It's okay, I'm from the police.
You're Evan, right?
I'm Elisabeth.
He came.
Who came?
The soul eater.
What are you saying?
The soul eater. He is everywhere.
Call the hospital.
We
needs an ambulance at the Vacheurs chalet.
PC 12.
No, sir.
Can you specify the request?
They found the kid.
He is in shock.
Ok, let's introduce the police.
Justine, 9 years old.
Mila, 10 years old.
Manon, 9 years old.
Anthony, 10 years old.
Lucy, 11 years old.
Raphael, 10 years old.
There are plenty of photos like that at police stations.
When did they disappear?
The first disappearance dates back 6 months.
All these children disappeared into neighboring towns in the valley.
We have no serious leads apart from a white van that witnesses
say they saw driving around at the time of the disappearances.
Neither brand nor model?
No, just a white van.
All cities are connected by the same national highway.
There are surveillance cameras.
And you took note of all the plates on the white vans?
We started by interviewing those who had a shock record.
The judiciary, those who lived in the region.
It didn't do anything.
Add to that the false and illegible plates.
We are still at a standstill.
Waiting for a miracle.
And the miracle is the Vassars van?
I don't know.
I hope so.
When you find a suspicious vehicle at the scene
of a double homicide, you start to wonder.
We are starting to believe in a miracle.
Frank.
I'll be straight with you.
This double homicide case, it was me who asked for it.
And to conduct the instruction alone, it was also I who asked.
We won't team up.
We share the hotel, the local cops, but not the business.
The murders are yours, the disappearances are mine.
So.
We agree.
Good evening.
He comes with the mist and the storm.
He breathes his madness on men and beasts.
If you hear the murmur of its forest and the cry of its
mountains, it is because it is waking up, the infamous monster.
He is here to eat your soul.
He is there.
Excuse me.
Would you have seen anyone go out before me?
Apart from you, sir, no.
Ah, Elisabeth, someone came into my room.
I don't want to know anything.
But you know that the van doesn't do anything.
No traces of blood and no fingerprints.
Sorry, Frank.
I think it ends there for you.
Hello, Commander.
Pascal Minot, mayor of Roc-Noir.
Good morning.
You know, we're a small, uneventful town, so a
news story like this gets a lot of attention.
And people crave fear.
I will reassure you, Madam Mayor.
I'm scared too.
But from your local police?
A child is a few meters from the crime scene and you pass by?
For several hours?
Sorry, Commander, but as I told you yesterday,
I went around the cellar and I saw nothing.
Heard nothing.
As you see, we didn't see anything.
I'm understaffed, so I quickly moved on.
Seriously?
Is it good now?
We did what we could, OK?
Are we overwhelmed by events?
Yes.
And we can't go back.
It's always the same, anyway.
People come from their big city and tell us what to do.
And you're not the first, Commander, to want to tell us what we should have done.
Two weeks ago, a small passenger plane crashed into the mountain.
Well, people from the towns like you were very happy to send
local people like us to go look for the wreck in their place.
Yes, then?
Yes.
Yes, yes, it's me.
I join you.
Marcelin, we are moving forward now.
You search everything there is to search
about the Vasseurs, I want to know everything.
I'm going to the morgue.
We have news on the bodies.
Another thing we missed.
Commander!
Big national bitch, that one.
We're probably both off to a bad start.
We have suffered a lot here.
And since then, we have remained suspicious.
We are truly respectful of foreigners.
You know, before, Roc-Noir was a thriving city that lived
thanks to our hotel-sanatorium which was very famous.
But since the highway was built in the valley, no one stops here anymore.
So the sanatorium closed, then the shops and...
Roc-Noir has become a ghost town.
And I fight every year to keep the school open.
So those who were able to leave did so and...
Those who want to stay are just trying...
survive?
Exactly.
Look, I'm here to solve a crime.
Whether we like each other or not, we are all on the same side.
But what crime, Commander?
I understood that the Vassors had killed each other.
Look, there are no assassins in Roc-Noir, okay?
So go home, Commander.
Go finish your recovery.
It's this room, Captain.
THANKS.
Sir, can I help you?
Yes, Captain de Roland, national gendarmerie.
I need to speak with Evan Vasseur.
I'm sorry, Captain.
But it's too early.
Evan has just suffered a traumatic shock.
He still needs to rest.
It's important.
It's even urgent.
You are?
Carole Marbas, child psychiatrist.
I'm investigating disappearances of minors and he can help me.
Can I see it?
No, I regret.
This child is fragile.
I'll come back later.
Yes.
Goodbye, doctor.
Hello, Evan.
My name is Frank.
I am a police officer.
I would really like to chat with you.
Do you want it?
I'm really sad for your parents.
You are lying.
I know the voices that lie.
Evan, I'm sad for you.
This is what I offer you.
We don't talk about what happened yesterday at all.
And we play a little game.
I say yes-no.
Do you know?
I ask you questions, then you answer me...
by yes or no.
The van in the garage, did it belong to your parents?
Yes.
Look at these photos.
Do you know these children?
Have you ever seen them?
Have you seen them yet?
Yes.
All six?
Yes.
And where are they?
Do you know that?
No, I don't know.
I'm looking for them.
Are they dead?
Yes.
All?
Yes.
Who hurt the children, Evan?
The soul eater.
Who is the soul eater?
He is here.
Evan?
Get out of here.
Immediately.
Get out.
Are you okay, Evan?
There, frankly, Commander, I've never seen that.
I counted 81 entry points into the woman's body and 73 for the husband.
Most of the injuries were made with broken glass, forks and especially kitchen knives.
And I found human flesh between their teeth and in their esophagus.
Wait, they ate each other?
Yeah, we can say that.
Do you think anyone else could have done this?
No.
But I am adamant on this point.
The fight can be reconstructed quite easily.
They clearly threw themselves at each other.
Who died first?
The woman.
But what is surprising is that the man
continued to stab his wife long after her death.
Then he turned the knife on himself.
But we don't get excited about that.
With a knife like that, striking randomly...
I really don't understand, it doesn't make sense.
Are you doing well?
Yes, it's okay.
THANKS.
Can you send me all this in writing, please?
Yes of course.
THANKS.
Do you still have five minutes?
I saved the best for last.
Go for it.
The couple had an orgasm as they killed each other.
I found traces of semen and vaginal secretions in their underwear.
Excuse me.
Hello Mrs.
Can I help you?
Yes.
Captain de Roland, national gendarmerie.
Damn.
I have a few quick questions.
Either you answer now, we're free.
Either I summon you to the gendarmerie, at a time
that suits me, and I detain you as long as I want.
It's you who see.
What do you want?
It's about your neighbors, the Vasseurs.
I already told your colleagues everything yesterday.
It's the police, it's not me.
Is it true that they killed each other?
Who told you that?
It's talking here.
These little black rocks.
There's nothing to do in this town, so...
And...
Do you know them well?
Nobody knew them well.
They were idiots, they didn't talk.
She was shy, behind her counter at the bakery.
And he...
We never saw him.
Did they use their white van often?
What are these questions?
What do I know about it?
I don't know...
They were acting strange.
Weirder than their kids?
They have a completely stupid son.
He sees things, monsters and spirits.
I've seen him talk to himself before.
I'm sure he killed my dog.
What?
My dog ​​always wanders off on their property.
And a few days ago, he never came back.
And you filed a complaint?
No.
The cops here are idiots.
Uh...
Have you ever seen these children?
Nina!
They have all disappeared in the region.
What are you doing, Nina?
Nothing, it's...
Hello Sir.
And who are you?
Arnaud, damn, he's a cop.
A policeman.
What the hell?
And what is that?
These are children who have disappeared in the region.
Have you seen them yet?
Sorry.
What the hell, the female dog's life, but...
Arnaud, come in, come in, damn, are you stupid or what?
But why did he help you, this shit face?
Is it wrong or what?
Do you want to get taken down?
I didn't know you were there.
What are you doing there?
The Vasseurs were spying on their son?
I went to question Evan this morning.
Yes, I know, I just came from the hospital.
And because of your bullshit, I couldn't talk to him.
However, I was clear, Franck.
Evan, he's my best man.
Did he say something to you at least?
No, nothing, it's complicated, he was completely in shock.
He kept talking about...
Yes, from a soul eater, I know.
He only has that word on his lips.
That doesn't tell me why you're here.
I seek the truth, like you.
I am convinced that it is the Vasseurs who are responsible for the child kidnappings.
You're heading towards obsession, Franck.
And you, then?
Eh?
With your double murder, they killed each other.
The cop in ten would have already locked up.
We can no longer do it without asking questions.
Deep inside you, there is this little voice that whispers
to you that maybe there is something else, right?
Am I wrong?
Yes.
I am convinced that there was someone else present at the time of the incident.
Yeah.
And what do you say to yourself?
He was covered in bruises, he was mistreated.
And doesn’t this room seem strange to you?
I've never seen a child's room so tidy.
Exact.
No children live here.
That's where I found her.
What did your little voice deduce from this?
That her parents had locked her here to protect him...
before going to fuck yourself in the face?
For the moment, I deduce nothing at all.
Gordiano, what is this?
There she is, her room.
I asked him for information from social services.
Attention.
I'll go to his college, there's bound to be someone who knew about it.
The soul eater?
The soul eater.
It's weird, there's no reference on the net.
As if it didn't exist.
Or maybe it only exists here.
What is this?
Nothing interesting.
An unpaid computer equipment bill.
What?
A computer.
Did you seize a computer last night?
No.
Excuse me, she's my commissioner.
Hello?
Yes, I know, I should have called you sooner.
I had no information to give you.
You know, everything is slower here.
As for the pathologist, she must give me the analysis
results, this name, finally, what she told me.
Wait, I'll call you back.
Frank!
What the fuck is that?
I don't know, there's something underneath.
Oh, damn.
Tiresome.
It's the neighbor's.
Why do you know more about my business than me?
Because we have the same one.
Excuse me.
Yes?
Okay, I'm coming.
No, no, it's okay, I'll find it.
Let's go, Marcelin is waiting for us.
Or?
There's a new body.
Commander, captain, Marcelin, it's Gnouck.
Let's go.
Be careful as you set your feet.
It is the owner of the sawmill, Yannick
DROCOURT, 43 years old, single, no children.
A business that is doing well.
Well, we don't know of any enemies or problems
of any kind, at least at first glance.
Like vasseurs.
Who found it?
It was Mr. Henri Maublanc who called.
He's still there in the office.
I kept it so you can question it.
Be careful, he is really shaken by what he saw.
He didn't do this alone.
What is the project?
I drink a beer and cut myself in half?
Marcelin, give me one of your gloves please.
THANKS.
What is this?
Okay, let's go see the witness.
I just had to pick up a set of boards I ordered.
This morning I called to see if it was ready as agreed.
The phone was ringing emptyly.
I left several messages.
Bye.
As I was starting to get a little worried...
I decided to go there.
This is where I discovered...
Did you know Mr. Droko well?
No.
And did you see other people when you got here?
No.
Have you encountered any cars?
No, no one.
Well, my colleague has your contact details, we will let you go home.
We may have further questions for you, so I would
ask you not to leave Rochnor for a few days.
I found this in the Vasseurs' van.
I didn't think it mattered until now.
As you told me, we're not going to start the
police war by hiding clues from each other?
Yes, Commander.
It's not exactly the same.
No, but it was done by the same person.
I believe, yes.
It's okay, the ambulance that will pick up the body will be there soon.
Marcelin, have you ever heard of the Soul Eater?
Yes.
Here, we all grew up with this story.
They told it to us as kids so we couldn't go play in the mountains.
He's our bogeyman.
A local legend.
For what?
You can't find anything about it online.
What is this local legend about?
That a creature lives in the forest, ready to swallow
you up if you come across it and turn you into a demon.
When you return home...
You still look the same.
But you're not the same person anymore.
You are missing something.
Your soul.
If there is someone responsible for all this shit, they must know this story.
This statuette, could it be the Eater of Souls?
Yes, it's possible.
But descriptions differ depending on the family.
Not everyone sees the same thing.
Go to church, the priest has a book on it.
Give me that.
Are you okay, Captain?
Yes.
Isn't it too complicated with Guardiano?
No, why?
Are you not aware?
She leaves the HP, she attempted suicide,
she could not have tolerated the death of...
Oh, that's okay.
Shut up.
Marcelin, try to find a link between Drecourt and the Vasseurs.
If I understood correctly, everyone knows everyone here.
Good, Commander.
Thank you, Marcelin.
It was my bump.
A missing computer and the body of a dog aren't enough for a search.
More push for the Vasseurs.
Oh damn, the computer.
Stop!
Stop, I'll tell you or I'll shoot!
Stop or I'll shoot!
For the monster to die, man must perish, invoke
the clemency of heaven and its infamous justice.
For only her tears will repel the appetite of the soul eater.
Time passes, but the legends remain.
Pardon?
The Soul Eater is an old tale from ours.
A story that we tell from generation to generation.
But what does that have to do with your investigation?
I don't know, but we always come back to this legend.
Behind every victim, there is a person responsible who is inspired by this book.
So according to you, an inhabitant of Roc-Noir would be the soul eater?
Maybe.
But if you knew, you would tell me, father, wouldn't you?
It's late and I'm tired, Commander.
Good.
Good night, then.
The obstacles of the pilot of the small tourist plane which crashed two
weeks ago in the Gernon valley were held today at the town cemetery.
The ceremony took place in the strictest privacy since
the identity of the man has still not been confirmed.
In this regard, the investigators recalled that, as all of the debris from the device had not yet been found, the search could resume
at the request of the prefect, which would represent the last hope of discovering clues allowing it to be discovered. 'identify.
The president...
Damn, Frank, are you okay?
Sorry, everything has gone wrong since I arrived.
I was starting to freak out.
So, what did the gabinette look like?
There's no proof, but I feel like I'm in the right place.
What do you smell like?
I got my hands on a hard drive.
There are encrypted files, folders with links, everything is coded.
I'm uploading everything, I want to know what's on it.
Can you do this?
Okay.
I'll see what I can do.
Okay.
What's that thing with your cigarette?
Here.
I asked Marcelin to print out everything we had on file.
Edition of witnesses, telephone records of victims...
Maybe this will help you.
THANKS.
So, what's your thing with this cigarette, then?
When the kids started disappearing, I had to quit.
This cigarette was to be my last.
I'll turn it on when I'm done with it.
I watch it every day.
The hardest part is their smile.
Despite all the sadness and pain of the loss, parents
always choose photos where their child smiles.
Franck, the chances of finding a minor after 48 hours are almost zero.
So appreciate me.
We're not looking for children, we're looking for bodies.
All parents know this.
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 children?
I had a daughter.
I knew we were having trouble at school.
I worked all the time and...
...I didn't listen enough.
That morning, I...
...I immediately knew something was wrong.
Because she was kissing me.
Just before I left, she kissed me.
She hated it.
She has kissed me since I was little.
It's like I knew something horrible was going to happen and...
...I left anyway.
Do you have children?
I'll let you know.
Wait, I have proof.
What?
Maublanc, the one who found the carpenter's body.
He didn't tell us that he called several times before coming to Syria...
...that he had left messages?
Yeah, he ordered some boards for who knows what.
He told us bullshit.
There are no appeals on the statements.
Shop around.
My guys are with Dorlan, they're going to take him back to the hotel.
He'll get over the solids.
Have you found the white words computer?
Yeah, Gunnel recovered.
It's good.
Five violent deaths in two days...
...people will start to panic.
Have you ever seen this?
No.
It's quiet here.
It's not like Paris or Marseille.
Marcelin?
White words have a child?
Yes, a girl.
Joan.
Where is she?
Issue a wanted notice.
Yes, Commander.
The eater, the devourer, the value of innocence. In this feast of souls, it nourishes.
Its power. We never invite to. Enter, it could invade your home.
Do not answer it, do not fall into its emptiness.
Because it is in the skin of those you love that the monster resides.
All these crimes are incredibly violent and almost illogical.
Beatings were given post-mortem.
The men ejaculated during their act and I even
found vaginal secretions at Ms. Vassor's house.
The one who stands out is Madame Maublain.
She did not strike her husband in any way.
So what are they, ordinary people who suddenly go crazy?
I have no other explanation at the moment.
The Vassors' blood results?
Still in progress.
And I also sent those of the new victims.
Chief brigadier on your side.
No evidence was found of anyone else present at the crime scene.
But play on the Maublans hard drive.
And don't worry, this one isn't going to disappear.
I put it in a safe place.
I'm going to make him talk.
She's a statuette there.
So where is this one found?
At the Maublans.
It is their daughter Jeanne who makes them.
She is very talented.
They seem fascinated by this soul eater.
If there really is a culprit in nature, he knows it and serves its creations.
And where is this little one?
Not found.
Since when?
Since last night.
We called the college who confirmed that she was there yesterday but not...
not last night.
But what if he was real?
If the soul eater really existed.
He's right.
All these deaths, we are not in a legend.
But it is your soul that is devoured by this eater.
This invisible part of yourself.
Your subconscious.
And then he controls you.
And there we are clearly in a loss of control, right?
Ah, what I saw yesterday was more than that.
Evan is no longer in the hospital.
He disappeared.
Since when?
Last night.
I did all the places he could be and then nothing.
You know, Evan is really very unstable.
All alone outside, he could be a danger to himself.
And for others too.
Please elaborate.
At the time, Roc-Noir's school teacher had made a report for possible abuse.
When I met Evan, what did he have?
Yes, he had 600.
And I immediately saw that he was being abused.
So I reported it to the social worker.
They moved and then...
they found nothing.
They dropped the file.
Did you know Mr. and Mrs. Vasseur?
The real thing is no problem.
They never agreed that their child would be taken care of in a suitable structure.
Fortunately, I was able to continue my sessions with him.
It was a real struggle.
The soul eater.
Do you know why Evan keeps talking about the soul eater?
His interpretation of this legend...
surely allows him to protect himself from violence...
that he suffered from his parents.
He saw them as this incarnation of evil...
not to admit reality.
He pushed their image from his mind.
It's a survival mechanism.
Do you think he can do it with other people?
Yes, it's possible.
Do you know a young girl named Jeanne Maublanc?
Yes.
She is in the same college as Evan, where I work.
For what?
Because she disappeared too.
Wait.
Are you also the school psychologist?
Yes, finally, you saw correctly here.
It's a medical desert.
Excuse me.
And you... do you know if Jeanne and Evan know each other?
I don't know.
But please find him quickly.
This child needs help.
Sorry, Commissioner.
No, but stop, Elisabeth.
An excuse.
The other two crime scenes have similarities
and it intersects with the kidnappings.
We had been very clear.
Anna, listen to me, please.
Oh, damn.
Marcelin and his men go looking for Evan.
I have just had the principal of Sainte-Philomène college.
It's in the valley, it's waiting for us.
Elizabeth?
How are you?
Yes, here we go.
I wanted to thank you for yesterday.
I know it can't be easy to make the decision to use your gun, but...
Without you, I would be...
I would probably be at death keeping the bassman company.
In the glove box.
What?
The gyro in the glove box.
People have been following us since earlier.
In the city, it was ok, but there, in the countryside, it's toast.
NOW.
Oh, damn!
Stay there, I'll be back.
The children.
Children, what did you do with them?
What did you do to the children?
Where are they?
Speak !
Where are the children?
I have nothing...
I have nothing to do with children.
But what do you think?
The Cessna.
The Cessna that crashed.
It wasn't a passenger plane.
It was...
It was a go fast.
I have it to collect the goods.
Look at my pocket.
What is this?
What is this shit?
So, your summary...
is worse than the flaca.
It comes from Eastern Europe.
If...
If you take a little, you blame like never before.
If you take too much, you know the result.
You know.
If you weren't the one who kidnapped the children, who was it?
If it's not you, if it's not you who doesn't have the crystals, who is it?
Juliet?
I am here.
Darling?
You're pretty banged up.
The doctors will keep you under observation overnight.
The biker.
Tell me you have it.
Better than that.
Hello, Cortez?
Yeah, Frank.
I managed to crack the hard drive link you found.
This is an address that leads to a Darknet forum.
Well, it's impossible to access it directly, but...
It seems to be heavy.
What kind of site is this?
It looks like a cat.
But it's big enough to host video.
There, thanks to the IP addresses, I was able
to obtain the names of the site administrators.
Hold on tight.
Laurent Vasseur, Yannick Drecourt, and Henri Montblanc.
What the hell, the victims all knew each other.
Yeah.
All physical addresses come from Roque-Noir.
But there is still something else.
There's another hidden server.
A Shadow.
Which allows the anonymity of a fourth site administrator.
I don't have a name, just an empty area 20 miles from Roque-Noir.
Don't move.
I'll send you the map right away.
Yeah, it's received.
Frank.
We won't be able to play it solo anymore.
It's over.
You must notify the service.
We may be on a large Darknet network.
Looks like sites where people pay to get dirty.
Do you understand?
Pornography pay, torture...
Give me one more day.
I hope you know what you're doing.
Excuse me.
What is this?
This is the Altenberg plateau.
But what is there over there?
Except for the old sanatorium...
Do you have a car?
You weren't planning to leave without me, were you, Franck?
Where are we going?
Get out.
I asked to go out.
I won't move.
You didn't answer me.
Where are we going?
Belt.
You scared me.
What are you doing here, Commander?
What are you doing there?
We are still looking for little Vasseur and the girl of white words.
Marcelin asked us to expand the search area, then.
Do you honestly think that the kids came here on their own to the mountains?
I don't know.
I obey, eh, that's all.
Where are the others?
You have clearly seen that we are understaffed there.
I was assigned to search the old sanatorium.
Did you find anything?
Nothing.
Person.
Except you.
Did you come alone?
No, I came with...
What?
Gunner?
You should have stayed in your insane asylum.
Instead of becoming stuffed and turned in our business.
I'm going to fucking twist you.
Don't move.
Don't move!
Come here.
That's not what it is.
Elizabeth!
What is this?
Your sister, my white man.
Trocourt.
Gunner.
And who?
The computers of Vasseur and Maublanc.
Motherfucker Gunner, he's the one I chased in the forest.
Are you doing well?
No, don't touch us.
Evan.
Do you remember me?
It's me who got you...
Go away !
Evan.
Do you remember?
We spoke at the hospital.
Evan, listen to my voice.
We are here to help you.
We don't need you.
We never helped you anyway.
Sam, who did this to you?
Our parents said they loved us very much.
We knew it wasn't normal.
But it was our secret.
And that's when he appeared.
Who?
The egg eater.
He took possession of our parents and controlled them.
He's the one who made them do all these horrible things.
But Evan and I weren't enough for them anymore.
They wanted more.
No more children.
Without us, the children, what have we done to them?
Joan.
Who killed your parents?
For the monster to die, man must perish.
I evoke the clemency of heaven and its justice as a woman, because
only tears of salt will appease the appetite of the egg eater.
The Lord answered my prayers and sent us tears of salt into the forest.
So we tried them on the neighbor's land.
The only way to kill the Egg Eater is to kill the body it resides in.
The statuettes.
You made them.
Your guides for evil souls.
Evan.
You're the one who killed your parents.
Violent sales are 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 find...
We
did not kill.
They were freed by making them drink their tears.
Regour in his beer.
My father in his glass of wine.
He punished my mother himself.
Did your mother also have a bad soul?
She never did anything to us but she knew.
His prayers were of no avail.
She knew and she was punished for her silence.
Joan.
I ask you again.
Where are the children?
Behind the red door.
He is there.
He came for us.
And now...
he is coming for you.
I'm counting on it.
Marcelin.
Send reinforcements to the old sanitarium.
The sanatorium?
Commander.
Hello?
Do you hear me?
Commander, I've been trying to contact you since earlier.
One of the reports came back to us.
Marcelin, listen to me.
I found the children.
No.
You will listen to me.
Roland's captain's number does not match.
What?
Do you hear me?
The number is that of a certain Benjamin Cortez.
Cortez.
There is no one named de Roland.
It doesn't exist.
You're with him, right?
Commander.
Answer.
Mire.
All right.
What is it?
What?
Don't do that.
Move.
Elizabeth.
Don't try to stop me.
Okay?
Stay behind me.
Who did you come for, Franck?
Gently.
I came for him.
I remember him well.
Where is he?
With the others, Franck.
What have you done, my son?
It barely lasted a week.
There are some
who pay a lot of money to see this stuff.
Bitch!
Come here!
Come here, I tell you!
Move forward, I tell you, move forward!
Open the damn door.
Open!
Go for it.
Help yourself if you want.
No, Frank!
On your knees!
Frank!
Frank, don't do that!
Don't do that, please, Frank!
Franck, look at me, think of the other children, the parents!
Look at me, Frank.
Frank, please.
Look at me.
No !
Let me go!
Stop!
Stop, I tell you, stop!
Here we go.
Come on !
Thank you for your help, Commander.
Who are you, Frank?
Ghost.
Here we go!