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THE GIRL IN THE WOODS

15 YEARS LATER

Don't the ting tongs teach you to close the door?

Hello, Eric.

So you show up when we no longer need you?

-Why, is she...? -Alive.

You're lucky.

You think your sister's still strong enough to climb the stairs?

She's in there.

Hello, Jeanne.

I'm Danielle.

Your uncle must have told you about me.

I looked after Celine when she was in the hospital

in palliative care for the last three months.

Your sister's such a sweetie.

When the doctors gave up, I came here with her.

I'm from around here.

You must know my brother, Joseph Balast.

Joe. Joe, you know?

Yes, the bus driver.

Right! He's taken early retirement.

He has time to look after his bees now.

He keeps bees!

What a thing to do, eh? But that's what he likes.

Here, let me give you a hand.

Thanks.

She's changed, hasn't she?

She was glad to leave the hospital. And your Uncle Eric is so kind.

Yes.

He said I could sleep here to cut the travelling.

But Joseph wouldn't have liked that.

I'm a widow.

I could move in with my brother, but I know him.

He'd never let me out again!

-Are we going to be friends? -Yes, of course.

Here.

Thank you.

Well, time for a snack.

I bet you didn't have a proper lunch, eh?

That's your smell.

The perfume you gave me.

It's great to see you.

Martin!

I'm Jeanne, your mum's sister.

The last time I saw you, you were tiny.

But I still recognised you.

Where have you been all this time?

In Hong Kong, for my work.

Did you know I live in Asia?

See you.

Martin.

Martin.

How was school?

Rubbish.

What did you do?

Same as usual.

Your auntie was really good at school.

Much better than me.

She can help with your homework.

I don't need help.

Do you have a lot of friends?

Not too many.

That's because you're always top of the class.

Your auntie was the same.

No, it's not the same.

-My morphine pump. -Hang on, I'll do it.

Where is it?

-Here? -No.

Yes, on the...

I'm guiding three hikers tomorrow.

It's Wednesday, there's no school, so I'll take Martin.

Are you in charge here?

We'll be marking the footpaths.

Because people are so stupid

that they follow their satnavs rather than the arrows.

And the morons get lost.

Morons!

Here.

Thanks, Eric.

Jeanne can do it.

Was this Julie's?

It was in your drawer.

I saved it when the ogre wanted to chuck out all your stuff.

Is your uncle in? I can't get hold of him.

Eric!

What?

What's going on?

-Hi. -Hi.

What is it?

It's Julie Saintclair.

We've found her at Three Forests.

We need your help searching the woods.

Hey, stay here!

Wait for me!

I have to tell you something.

Do you remember Youssef?

Youssef Alaoui.

How could I forget him?

What? Is he out of prison?

It wasn't him.

He didn't kill Julie.

You're raving, Celine.

Listen to me.

He told the cops I was with him that night.

I was his alibi.

His only alibi.

And I swore it wasn't true.

I said I didn't even know him.

He got life imprisonment.

I destroyed his life.

He didn't kill her.

That's not right.

Julie's scarf and her DNA were in his car.

Me and Youssef had met up.

We saw Julie on the road,

and we dropped her off by her driveway.

We were pretty stoned.

We didn't notice the scarf.

And when Youssef dropped me back at home,

Eric wasn't here,

and neither was his car.

And the front door was locked.

At the trial he said he hadn't left the house.

He lied.

We both lied.

Why didn't you tell the truth?

-I was too scared. -Scared of what?

Scared that Eric would kick us out

if he found out I'd been screwing an Arab.

No. No, he'd never have done that.

With all that loathsome stuff he keeps in his filthy wardrobe?

Of course he would have.

You doomed an innocent man for our sake?

What would have happened to us, Jeanne?

We'd have gone into care.

Not even together.

Now you have to...

I have to what?

Get Youssef out of prison.

How am I supposed to do that?

Swear!

-Swear you'll do it. -Okay.

Swear.

The way we used to do it.

Okay.

I swear.

Here, catch!

What the hell's going on?

Where do you think you are?

My parents are in Lyon, and Jeanne said I could sleep over tonight.

Jeanne said?

Are you in charge here?

We've done our homework, and we'll tidy up after.

This is my house. Did you ask me?

-No, but... -Did you ask?

No, I forgot.

Brat!

Come on!

Clear off!

Go on, get outta here!

Wait for me!

Jeanne.

It's over.

I'll stay with my brother for a bit. He'll really like that.

And I'll pop over to see Eric.

I'll pop round.

-And call me, okay? -Yes.

Here.

It's honey from one of my hives.

It cures all ills.

Even grief.

Thanks.

Your sister used to work for us at The Three Owls.

She was a big help.

We saw her every day.

Martin took his first steps in our garden.

We got very close.

How are you?

I'm sorry I didn't get in touch for so long.

I often think of you, and...

Julie is always with me.

She puts on a brave face, but...

she's never forgiven your uncle about Julie.

Neither have I.

See you soon.

Mr Saintclair.

Thomas, you're back home, then! Left your job in Lyon?

No, I'm just back for a while, doing up my granddad's house.

Good luck with that.

Jeanne.

You've changed so much. I wouldn't have recognised you.

Look...

I'm really sorry about your sister.

I really liked her a lot.

Did you come and see her when she was sick?

No.

I know I should have, I regret that.

But like you I had other priorities.

What do you know about me? It's been years.

I'm a journalist, it's my job to investigate.

In fact you haven't changed. Still as touchy.

And you still have a big mouth!

See you in another ten years!

Do you want a hot chocolate?

Leave him.

Cold chocolate, the way you liked it.

At least she waited for you.

No.

-No what? -Don't put it there.

-Where, then? -Leave it, I'll deal with it.

My mum bought this lamp, didn't she?

What are you doing?

It's nicer like this.

No, I preferred it before.

Let me show you.

Put them back! Are you deaf?

Don't shout at me!

You disappear for years,

but you know better than anyone else, you know the best places.

It's not chic enough here for you!

-Is that it? -You really piss me off!

-When do you leave? -When I've sorted Martin out.

Sorted what out? What's there to sort out?

Martin's staying with me!

No, he's not staying with you.

You're a monster!

Celine did the paperwork so he could go to the Saintclairs.

What paperwork did Mummy do?

I live here, and that's that!

We managed without you before,

we'll carry on now.

You'd better leave!

Go on, get outta here!

-Wait for me! -This isn't the Salvation Army!

Thanks for the hospitality!

Let me go!

Jeanne!

Wait for me!

You don't look too happy.

Can I drop you somewhere?

The Three Owls, the B&B?

Alain and Rose's place? Of course.

Are you Celine Gardin's little sister?

Danielle hoped you'd get back in time.

She works for us too.

She does great massages.

You can't place me, eh?

Gaia, from The Refuge.

"The community of headcases."

Your uncle's hated us for 20 years.

In you get, I'll take you.

It's Jeanne.

-Can I stay here? -Yes, of course.

Are you okay?

Memories?

All we're waiting for is Martin.

You're going to put him in Julie's room?

Well, yes.

We've changed the posters and bedspread.

The sheets are new too. You can baptise them.

I'll let you get some sleep. See you in the morning.

I want a pet like Dog.

I want Youssef to kiss me, he's so handsome.

I want Thomas to kiss me.

He doesn't even notice me.

I want a dress with sequins.

I want the ogre to catch the bubonic plague...

Good morning.

Morning, dear. Did you sleep well?

Are you hungry? I've made French toast, you used to love that.

Is that Dog?

Yes, it's Dog.

He's an old fellow now.

He only wakes up to eat.

Tea or coffee?

-Coffee. -Sit down.

Look.

Lots of types of jam, all home-made!

-Are you okay? -No.

I mean yes!

Sorry, I have to go.

I'm sorry, I forgot to...

Of course, go. You must have a thousand things to do.

-Will you come back with Martin? -Yes, I'll be back.

Jeanne, wait.

Are you okay?

I have to tell you something.

-Youssef didn't kill Julie. -He did!

Celine was talking nonsense.

She was dying, Alain, but her mind was completely clear.

She wanted to tell me...

before it was too late.

Rose, I'm sorry, I had to tell you. I know how hard it is for you.

No, you don't!

Get out of here, right now!

No school?

They said I could have today off.

Tomorrow too. Even all week, if I want.

-Where are you going? -Looking for you.

You car's there, but you weren't.

You're looking weird. Where did you sleep?

At The Three Owls.

They're nice.

But I don't like the smell there.

When are you leaving?

I don't know yet.

Not for a while, I don't think.

Why? Is that a problem for you?

I don't know.

We're doing Ancient Egypt in history.

The boat you made for your mum...

was it to carry her safely to the realm of the dead?

I should have made a "bark", really. But I didn't know how.

To carry all she needs for the afterlife.

Jewellery, perfume... so Mummy will be beautiful.

The god of the underworld is Osiris, he has a falcon's head.

I put swords and cannons in the boat. They might come in handy.

-You're not coming in? -No.

I have important stuff to do in Privas.

But will you be back to sleep? We're going to see Danielle tonight.

So Eric won't lose his temper. Will you come?

We'll see.

Martin.

I promise I'll come back.

Look. This is what I and your mum did.

Thank you for seeing me.

You must be snowed under.

New evidence about a child's murder? I couldn't keep you waiting.

-Sit down. -Thanks.

I read your email very carefully,

your hope that this testimony will get the case reinvestigated.

Excuse my bluntness,

but how long after her confession did your sister die?

Just after.

Did she write anything down?

No.

Look.

Your sister was dying,

on a strong dose of morphine, her brain in an altered state.

Such a testimony, 15 years after the fact, isn't admissible.

My sister was completely lucid.

Youssef is doing life for a murder he didn't commit.

What can I do?

Pray for your sister's soul.

Could you push my request to visit him?

It'd save me lots of time.

I don't think it's in his or your interest.

Please! I run a business in Hong Kong,

I can't go missing indefinitely.

The victim was my best friend.

We were 12 years old, it was getting dark,

I never should have let her leave by herself.

Okay... tell me your name again.

Gardin. Jeanne Gardin.

Thanks.

There you go!

-I've missed you all! -Hello.

That's the shirt I ironed for you.

Yep!

Joseph, have you got some new bees?

Will you show me?

Show him!

Someone's interested for once.

Go on!

Come on.

I like cats.

But Joe hates them. He'd even shoot them.

So, if I stay, I'll just have to buy a budgie!

Come on.

-I'll go with them. -Okay.

People have been keeping bees since the Bronze Age.

And they made moulds with wax.

And writing tablets, like the Egyptians.

You know that?

Why aren't those ones in a hive?

They're wild bees.

They live where they like.

But don't annoy them, they're quick to attack.

But you're all right with me. They know me.

But if you get too close,

they'll think you're after their queen,

and they'll go for you.

Never bother the queen.

You can go inside. The gratin will be ready.

Straight to bed, it's school tomorrow.

I won't sleep.

Yes, you will. You can count bees.

If that doesn't work, I'll read you a story.

Have you started liking kids?

I went to Privas and saw the notary and the family court judge.

There's nothing to sign, Celine arranged it all.

Martin is entrusted to the Saintclairs.

You can see him every Wednesday.

You can't take him away from me.

It's not healthy, him replacing Julie.

It's what Celine wanted.

You think it'll work? Did it work with me,

when I got you two after the accident?

-Did that make me happy? -No, it made all of us unhappy.

You never wanted for anything.

You went to uni. And when Celine got knocked up, stoned as she was,

not knowing who the dad was...

did I kick her out?

She lied to the cops because of you.

What?

Celine was with Youssef the night Julie was killed.

He didn't do it. She told me before she died.

You're as mad as she was!

Hello.

I'm here to see Youssef Alaoui.

Hello.

Do you recognise me? I'm Jeanne.

Celine Gardin's sister.

You remember Celine?

She's just died of cancer.

Good.

It's why I'm here.

Just before she died she told me she was with you,

the night Julie Saintclair was killed,

even though she denied it to the police and everyone.

She made me promise to put it right and set the record straight.

Oh, yeah?

Just before she died.

Afraid she wouldn't get into heaven?

I know she did you great harm.

She stole my life.

She stole my fucking life!

I've been in this hole for 15 years for something I didn't do!

Because of that bitch's lies!

I'm sorry.

Did she tell the cops?

No, she lied.

Are you stupid? I don't mean 15 years ago,

I mean before she died.

No.

-To the judge? -No.

Did she write it down? Sign it? Was there a witness?

Did you film it? Record it?

I wasn't going to film her dying.

She told just me.

It's pointless, then, forget it.

No, I promised.

I'm going to get the police to reinvestigate.

You don't get it, do you?

They don't give a toss about the truth.

A raghead who killed a nice little white girl.

You expect them to reinvestigate? They got me!

The "nice little white girl" was my best friend.

I want the bastard who killed her to be punished.

Your uncle.

That fucking fascist.

No one ever checked up on him, eh?

Are we done?

I'll be in touch when I've got some news.

I hope there's a hell and your sister is there!

The case was wrapped up.

Don't fight the wrong battles.

It's like with your uncle.

Excuse the language, but he's really fucking up with The Refuge.

Just lately he's been putting dead animals in their water supply.

They're nutters, but they're not stupid.

They know how to press charges.

Good luck.

That's a good story.

A group of environmentalists poisoned by a forest ranger.

-Great! -What are you doing here?

My job.

And you? Were you caught speeding?

Girls like you don't usually cry.

Let's go and have a beer.

No.

Two beers?

I'm sick of being turned down.

No one wants to hear it.

The Joan of Arc-type conviction suits you, though.

I'll never make it.

What if I wrote an article?

-What? -Yeah.

Youssef was a bastard, and it makes your sister look bad,

but there's definitely a story.

You need new evidence, new witnesses.

You have to shake up those people

who were afraid to speak up back then, but wouldn't be now.

The best way to do that...

is me!

That'd put the cat among the pigeons.

Why would you write this article?

Because you'll pay me.

A lot.

And in cash, of course.

Come on.

You'll be back home at six.

It'll be fine.

Martin, look.

She's yours.

She's so sweet!

-What will you call her? -Isis.

-Are you pleased? -Yes.

Come on, Isis!

We've thought it over.

We're going to help you.

Thank you.

How did you get a visit so quick?

That's what a press card's for.

Let me talk.

You had a chance before and you blew it.

So keep a low profile.

Just sit there and keep it zipped. Okay?

Hello. We're here to see Youssef Alaoui.

Hi. You haven't changed.

What can you do for me? What will be in your article?

-Will it really stir things up? -That's the idea.

Look.

All child murders in the area over the last 20 years.

Six of them unsolved.

Maybe our murderer is here.

You see?

Now, for little Julie, I want to hear your version.

I'm listening.

Go, Youssef!

Want some?

-What's she doing there? -Hang on!

That's Julie.

What's wrong? Did you fall out with Jeanne?

Your uncle kicked me out.

That arsehole!

Get in, we'll drop you off.

-Can't we? -Yeah, of course.

Thanks! Okay, Youssef?

Crank it up!

-You okay? -Yeah, good.

-Want some? -Yeah.

You maniac!

-Had any before? -Yeah.

-How old are you? -Seventeen.

Yeah, right! And I'm Michael Jackson!

It didn't even make her cough.

It's great music.

-Too right! -She's a good kid.

See you.

We were in Lyon.

We had tickets for a show, a special occasion.

We thought Julie would be scared here on her own.

Julie wasn't even scared of my uncle.

If I'd been as brave as her...

But you lived with him, what could you do?

Let's think about it.

Celine said they left Julie at your driveway.

Youssef's maintained the same thing for 15 years.

But Julie was found in the woods a half-hour walk from here.

Would she have come back in the house and then gone out again?

We never even considered that.

No one believed Alaoui's story.

What would she usually do?

She'd throw her bag down anywhere,

and get some orange juice

without closing the fridge door.

This is hard.

Reliving all this is horrible.

Bye, Joseph.

-Bye, Joseph. -Bye.

Our house is manky.

I've been before, I don't care. We'll have fun anyway.

What about my uncle?

He's a pain, but he's not a serial killer.

-He's an ogre! -And he stinks!

Stinky ogre!

She was found without her rucksack.

Youssef said she had it, getting out of the car.

Where was Dog that night?

In the basement.

He was still there when the police called us.

So Julie didn't come in the house,

or she'd have let Dog out.

If Youssef did drop Julie off at about 8 o'clock,

someone must have snatched her between the road and the house.

Then took her into the woods.

That fits with the presumed time of death, between 7 and 10.

I'll start my article.

Not yet, we need more substance.

I have all I need.

No! We check every house between here and where she was found.

The police missed something.

It's my article, so I decide.

But I'm paying, right?

What, isn't that enough?

Not for the whole night, no!

You don't care about any of this, do you?

Them, my promise, Youssef, me...

You're a real twat!

Yes, but a useful twat.

I don't want to go to The Three Owls.

Later, maybe.

But not now.

What about little Isis?

I'll bring her here.

But Eric will never allow that.

What's it like where you live?

An enormous city.

Gigantic!

Glass skyscrapers.

Insane traffic jams.

The sea, but no time to enjoy it.

No, you wouldn't like it.

You don't even know me.

You don't know me either.

Except that it's not my fault.

Did you tell this shit-stirrer all about us?

-Hang on... -Pack your bag and get out!

And never come back! Okay?

WHO REALLY KILLED JULIE SAINTCLAIR?

Oh, shit!

Okay, thanks.

What did you tell Martin? He's not in school!

-I'm coming with you. -No!

Hi.

Are you all alone?

Are you going far?

Have you eaten?

You can't go far on an empty stomach.

You know...

I make the world's best crêpes.

Are you coming?

What's your name?

Martin.

I'm Gilles.

-Is he back? -No.

We've looked everywhere.

I'll call the police.

No, you won't! I don't want any cops here!

-They have all the resources. -I don't care!

It's all your fault! Find him!

Really?

When, where?

Great, thanks.

That was Gaia.

He's with them, at The Refuge.

What's he doing there?

That madwoman has your number?

I do massages there. It seems I have "magic hands".

One of the residents came across Martin

up by the Ibex Lodge.

That's a good way from here.

He must have walked for hours.

I'll give him what for!

Touch him and I will call the cops!

Why didn't you say you worked for those nuts?

To avoid hearing you groaning like a boar.

Don't judge in ignorance.

They heal the soul as well as the body.

With meditation, yoga,

some shamanism, for those who want it.

They're a bunch of crackpot druggies!

At least they're tolerant.

They take in orphans without judging them.

Because I don't take in orphans? Is that what you're saying?

Don't start that nonsense again!

Yes, okay.

Hello.

We meet again!

Your nephew seems even more adrift than you.

They'll give you a good telling off, that's all.

But don't go walking in the forest.

It's dangerous.

You never know, you could come across someone like me!

I'll get him.

Come on, Martin, let's go home.

Why did you do it?

Because you miss your mum?

You really don't want to live with the Saintclairs?

Get to your room, and no TV all month!

I don't care. It's you who watches TV.

Give the kid some space.

Do you know the guy who found him?

Sort of, yes. His name's Gilles.

Gaia was telling him off. About Martin, do you think?

-Maybe. -"Maybe"!

We want to know what happened! It's not complicated!

It is a bit.

And speak nicely to me, please, Eric.

Let's just say that...

Gilles has a past.

We all have pasts! You and your brother do too.

What sort of past?

Paedophilia.

What? He was in prison for it? How did he end up at The Refuge?

Gaia knew him a long time ago.

She got him out of psychiatric hospital or prison or whatever.

He just says he was "inside".

I don't even know his surname.

But he was one of the first there, 20 years ago.

He basically helped Gaia set up the community.

He's very cultured,

he reads a lot, he's a good cook...

Gaia helped him in her own way.

And now he's just a man, nothing more!

A paedophile living there for 20 years is nothing to worry about?

A reformed paedophile.

He prays a lot too.

We said we'd wait, we weren't ready!

No, you said that. I was ready.

Anything else you want?

Eric almost kicked me out because of this.

It woke someone up, as planned.

The postman from back then.

Now he's in an old folks' home, a bit creaky,

but his memory is fine.

And he's still got a real lust for life.

He won 18 euros off me at cards.

You've been to see him?

I'm a twat, but a conscientious one. You pay, I supply the goods.

At the time your friend was killed,

Mr Roger Dubosc, postman,

was having a little nap in his work van in the woods.

He should have got home before that,

but he'd just had a bunk-up with Mrs Filat, the pharmacist,

who died of a stroke last year, God rest her adulterous soul!

Anyway, it was love at first sight over a prescription,

and they'd been meeting secretly for years.

But Mr Dubosc was afraid of his wife's wrath,

so he obviously couldn't tell the domestic dragon

what woke him from his post-coital slumber.

Yes? And?

The sound of a 4x4 engine.

An idling engine.

Now he didn't see the car,

but he did hear the whimpering.

-What whimpering? -That of a young girl.

And then nothing.

Then the car door...

and the car drove off.

He didn't go and look, he just went home.

The next day he heard about the body being found

where he'd had it off with his pharmacist.

He stopped seeing Mrs Filat and gave his missus another kid.

That's the whole story.

Will he testify?

I recorded him.

His conscience is definitely bothering him.

He'll testify.

Nice surprises suit you!

I have a lead too. A paedophile living at The Refuge for 20 years.

-Progress! -Progress for you.

I'm done with this now, I'm off.

What? You're not going to leave me in the lurch?

I have a life, my dear!

Don't you care about Youssef?

Stop! He's a nasty piece of work.

He was a dealer, selling death!

So even if it was a miscarriage of justice...

I don't care that he's banged up.

Martin, knock first!

What are you doing? What's that?

A map of the area.

To try to work out what really happened the night Julie died.

-I told you Julie was my best friend. -Yes.

They want me to have her funny-smelling room.

Yes.

Well, I think that the investigation was botched,

and the police arrested the wrong person.

I'll help you.

I'll place the houses, you label them.

That's us.

That's Danielle and Joe.

They're not far away at all.

But it took us ages to get there.

Because we went on the main road.

You can also go that way.

This is The Refuge.

And Rose and Alain's place.

So, if you move in with them, you'll be able to see Danielle a lot.

You like her, don't you?

When will I see you?

Look...

I can't take you with me.

You can't or you don't want to?

Have you asked for Eric's help?

The woods are his thing. Did he know your friend?

Yes. He knew her very well.

So you don't trust him?

Something like that.

-Because of his horrible wardrobe? -Have you seen inside it?

Yeah. I even hid the key, so Danielle wouldn't see.

Or she wouldn't trust him either.

And he'd be miserable.

Well, what is it?

A little remorse...

the lure of money, your beautiful eyes...

I don't know.

Okay, I'm not leaving. For now.

So consider me at your beck and call. For free.

-For free? -It's a real bargain.

No one can make a better offer.

Martin and I tried to work out Julie's movements.

-Okay. -Look.

Have you been to that house?

That's Joseph Balast's.

The bus driver, who we called Joe?

Yes, but now he produces honey.

He's jealous of my uncle's designs on his twin sister.

Twins can be weird.

Shall we go?

Julien, lend me your helmet.

No one.

Want to see the hives?

-What, with all the bees? -Yeah.

They're not really my thing.

-Do you want some honey? -No, I can't!

-Here. -Thanks.

I miss Celine.

I feel guilty about turning up at the last moment.

And...

I feel guilty about letting my uncle kick Julie out that night.

It's not just for Youssef that I want to find the killer.

It's mostly for those two, Julie and Celine.

I know.

I'll check everyone's alibis.

Okay?

Even your ogre's.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Hang on, I have to tell you something.

Last year, I made up some witness statements to big up a story.

I know, pretty scandalous.

That's why I came back here.

I needed to lie low for a while

and find something good to get me going again.

So you're thinking the "something good" could be me?

I don't know. Are we talking short or long-term?

The most immediate thing is that the editorial team called me.

I saw them in Lyon, and they loved the article.

They're ready to take me back right away.

I like being wanted right away.

Go, then! What are you waiting for?

Really?

What?

Let's go.

Bye.

-I went on a motorbike today. -Yeah?

You're sick! Who the hell are you, really?

What more filth are you hiding? You deceived me!

I'd have believed butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

But he deceived me!

Danielle!

I haven't done anything wrong.

Why do you keep this stuff?

They're memories from another time.

And they're not even my memories.

It's horrible.

You should throw it all out.

I can't.

Come on.

This is beautiful. Even when you're used to it.

Yeah.

It'd be even better with a dog, eh?

You know, my dad was in the OAS,

the Secret Army Organisation.

They were a secret army fighting to keep Algeria French,

so the Algerians wouldn't destroy

all the good work the French had done.

Do you understand?

The OAS's motto was:

"We strike where we like, when we like."

My dad stuck by that motto.

What's in that wardrobe is...

a museum to him.

-When did he die? -In August '61.

The ragheads slit his throat, then cut him into pieces.

Savages.

What you saw there is...

all I have left of him.

It's still horrible.

Your mum and auntie were used to it.

But Danielle, of course...

was shocked.

Me too, for the first time.

But I've seen films with the living dead.

Do you think Danielle will be back?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Did your dad use the truncheon that's in the wardrobe?

Not on me, in any case.

And the Arab in prison because he killed Jeanne's friend,

although maybe he didn't kill her...

-Did you know him? -Are you stirring that shit up too?

Come on, let's go!

With a dog we could whistle and he'd follow us everywhere.

You lied.

What is it now?

You lied to the cops and to the court.

What?

Where were you the night Julie died?

Celine found the door locked

and your car wasn't here.

What were you doing?

You want to know what I was doing?

-Come on, then! -Ouch! Let go!

-Stop it! -Come on!

I'll show you.

Stop it!

Let me go!

Come on, come on!

Get out! Come on!

-What day did your friend die? -Monday.

Not the day, the date! The date!

9th October.

What else happened on 9th October?

Shall I remind you?

Your dad killed our whole family, driving into this ravine!

Here!

-It was an accident. -Yeah, right!

Two bottles of wine in his blood! I call that murder!

I didn't want to make it worse by telling you two he was drunk.

But if you think I could kill a little girl,

then why should I hold back?

There are 23 rocks there, one per year.

I was doing that as the Arab was shagging your sister!

Yes, I lied.

I lied to the cops and in court.

It's my life, it's nobody's business!

And you left here, so it's none of your business!

But as you wanted to know what I was doing...

I was doing this.

Are you looking for someone?

Martin's gone to sleep at Danielle's.

He left a note.

Here.

Thanks.

I know you can't stand me, but to think I killed your friend...

Shit!

Why did you kick her out?

It was 9th October.

The two of you were there,

covered in make-up,

music blaring,

so full of life.

Don't look!

-I have to ask you something. -Go ahead.

How do I tell a real criminal from someone who just seems to be one?

You think I'm an expert?

Yes. Paedophilia is a real crime.

You're the only real criminal I know.

I know you'll tell me the truth.

How do you know?

I just know.

I'm listening.

Okay.

I know someone who shouts a lot.

He hates Arabs, he'd like to kill them all,

and he keeps horrible mementos of his dad,

like photos of torture, and a truncheon too.

When he was younger, 15 years ago,

do you think he could have smashed a little girl's head in...

with this?

Was the little girl an Arab?

No.

What was this man's job?

Forest ranger.

Now he guides idiot hikers.

He knows the paths like the back of his hand.

Does he have a wife?

Children?

He did.

A wife and a baby. And a sister too.

They all died in an accident. His sister's husband was driving.

An accident.

Fifteen years ago?

No, before.

My mum was little and ended up an orphan because of it.

Eric took in her and her sister, who was even younger.

Then he raised me.

Come here.

Hello, you're through to Danielle. Leave me a message.

She's just sulking.

I'll go and fetch Martin.

Want me to tell Danielle anything?

Forget it, it's over.

She's disgusted with me.

I'll tell her you miss her.

Hello.

I'm disturbing you, I know. It's a bad habit.

I'm here to see Benoit Kinski.

He's been hiding here for 23 years under the name Gilles Menski.

And you are?

Curious.

Gilles has changed, he isn't Benoit any more.

Then you'll have no objection to leading me to him,

for a little chat.

This is private property. Go away.

It's open to the public.

All sorts of public.

I've researched your other residents.

This place is like an ark of dysfunctional humanity.

-Go away, I said. -Okay, as you wish.

But I can tell you that your in-house paedo

would rather discuss gardening,

Mongolian sculpture or cooking with me than with the cops.

Don't you believe me?

The local cops are really nice, and they love your association,

but they may be miffed when they find out his real name.

What is Martin Gardin doing in there?

What the hell?

You know nothing can happen.

Anyway, I don't like them dark-haired.

He's a kid with lots of questions.

I didn't have so many at his age.

And you?

Does Jeanne know he's here?

I'm not a babysitter.

Take him back to his aunt or great-uncle when he wakes up.

He must have needed to see Gilles.

He's a journalist. He's interested in you.

I'm not a morning person.

Even here I struggle.

Julie Saintclair. Does the name ring a bell?

Julie Saintclair was killed,

but not raped, on 9th October 2005.

And I was attracted to little boys, not little girls.

Where were you at that time?

Here, in a chemical straitjacket. As I still am.

And closely watched by my friend Gaia.

After doing my time. You can check all that.

When the kid gets up,

finish off the crêpes with him.

Martin?

Martin?

What are you doing here?

Looking for Martin.

In my barn?

You're looking for Martin in my barn?

Excuse me.

Jeanne, you tried to call me?

I found your nephew, in fine form.

He's going to live with the reformed paedo in a yurt.

And Uncle Ogre is okay with that.

Is Danielle here?

No, she isn't.

Is someone hurt?

My cat.

-I can help you tend to him. -No.

He cut his belly on some barbed wire, it's pretty nasty.

I don't want you to see that.

And have you seen Jeanne, my niece?

Yes, she was here. She was looking for you.

But she left again.

These are for Danielle, from Eric.

See you.

For you.

Who's that?

Sandra.

You're bleeding.

I'll fix you up.

Come on.

Come on.

Gently now.

Let me see.

I'm good at stitches.

Embalming, you know...

requires know-how.

Precision.

A delicate touch.

That shouldn't have happened with Sandra.

You're not local.

Where are you going?

Wherever I want.

Do you want a lift?

I'm not a copper!

I'm the bloke who drives the school bus.

I loved her hair.

Yours are beautiful too.

Gently now.

Sandra had run away from home three weeks before that.

She wouldn't tell me why.

She had no money,

was none too clean,

all skin and bones...

It's good to talk about her.

I told her my wife was at the house.

That wasn't true, she was already long gone by then.

But it reassured her.

Here, I've brought you a blanket.

Nice and warm.

Clean.

And...

a little book about bees.

-Do you like bees? -Yes.

Yes?

Sandra had hair like Danielle.

When she was little, I'd brush her hair every day.

When she got married, I really missed her.

I got married too,

but that was no replacement.

It made it worse, in fact.

I had to keep Sandra.

Not just because of her hair.

Stop it!

I thought her baby was mine.

I felt proud.

My wife was a brunette.

Nice, but a brunette.

Why do you have Julie Saintclair's bag?

Because I killed her.

I'm sorry.

I'd had Sandra in the barn for six months.

I wanted us to be a couple.

I'd cooked a nice dinner for us.

She'd promised she wouldn't try to escape.

Help!

Help me!

Help me!

Please help me!

Help!

Come on.

What are you doing?

Who's that? What are you doing?

-My niece. -No, I'm not!

-I'm taking her to hospital. -Help!

Help!

Hello. Have you heard from Jeanne?

I just keep getting her voicemail.

So she doesn't want to talk to you. I understand.

I can play the awkward sod too, but let's do it some other time.

They've found her car, smashed up, on Wolves Way.

-What? -She's not in it.

It gets steep up there.

She gets vertigo, she'd never go up there.

Something's happened to her.

You stay here, okay?

Let's go!

I did this.

With wax from my bees.

Good, isn't it?

At first I thought it didn't look enough like her, but then...

I got used to it.

It was the baby that killed her.

Towards the end, she told me it wasn't mine,

to make me angry.

I didn't care.

I'd have loved it anyway.

One night I got home, there was blood everywhere.

I buried the dead baby near the hives.

Danielle must be back.

I'll do the dinner.

I'll bring you some when she's asleep.

You're at home here now.

Like Sandra.

It's nice, isn't it?

Don't be afraid of her.

Be a good girl and don't annoy the bees.

You'll get used to the noise.

Bees are really good guards.

-They'll look for me and find me. -No.

No one will find you.

Never.

That smells good.

-You didn't need so much. -It'll get eaten.

Right, I'm going.

Okay.

-Have you seen Jeanne? -No.

I told you she was here this morning, looking for the boy.

She left again.

Her car was found crashed on Wolves Way,

and we can't find Jeanne.

Did you get my flowers?

What flowers?

Didn't you give them to her?

-What's got into you? -The rabbit will be ready soon.

-Well? -No, she isn't here.

Come on.

Help!

The police have to search around Wolves Way.

We should have gone there.

With her vertigo she might have fallen.

There!

There's a fire in the barn.

-I'll call the fire brigade. -No! No way!

They'll destroy my hives. It's only a chimney fire.

Joseph doesn't have a cat. He hates them, Danielle told us.

He lied to us this morning.

Shit!

Come on, come on! Get out!

Shit!

He killed Julie!

There's a dead woman in there!

Joseph, watch out behind you!

Joseph, no!

Can I keep one thing, but something nice?

Good memories are in here.

You'll need them when you're with the ting tongs and your aunt.

And when you come back for holidays, we'll make new ones.

Youssef's been cleared. He'll be out by the end of the month.

The bees' legal system is more efficient than the human one!

I should have pointed that out.

How do you become a journalist?

I'll explain in the car.

Well, then.

-See you, Martin. -See you.

Come on, Isis.

Well,

we'll Skype you every Sunday. I promise.

I'll ask Isis to teach me how.

Go on, Danielle's waiting for you.

Bye, Eric!

-Bye! -See you soon!