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Bakery

MISERICORDIA

Jérémie.

Thanks for coming.

You've no idea
how good it is to see you.

It's so sad.
I was very fond of him.

Yes, I know. Come in.

You want to see him?

Come on.

Born and bred in a local farming family,

Jean-Pierre left home early
to learn his trade as a baker.

He devoted his life
to giving us bread.

He would often tell me

that it was his very own calling.

Jean-Pierre loves you.

I speak in the present tense.

For love, let's not forget, is eternal.

We, Christians, believe
that death is not an end.

We believe it is simply a passage

into the kingdom of love

and light.

My dear brothers and sisters,
thank you all for coming.

Thank you, Jean-Pierre.

Standing now before our Lord,

intercede for your dear wife,

your dear son,

and intercede

for our community.

We have such a great need of love.

Thank you, Jean-Pierre.

Well, I'll be going.

Bye.

- Goodnight.
- Bye.

We ought to be going too.

Finish your game.

Kilian.

Heading back to Toulouse?

Yes.

You can't drive now.
After all that wine.

I'll make Toulouse.

It's a long drive.

You must get back tonight?
Someone's waiting?

There's Vincent's room.
You can sleep here.

I don't want to intrude.

If you think
I want to mourn alone, think again.

Hasn't changed, your room.

You married?

No.

No children?

Neither.

A girlfriend, right?

It's rocky. We're breaking up.

Last few days, she hasn't been home.

We hadn't been together long.

How long?

Three years.

Nearly four.

You remember playing Yahtzee
through the night?

Not all night.

We often stayed up late playing.

Want a game before I go?

Not really. How about
we get back to your mother?

Look how handsome he was there.

When was that?

A year ago.

Before the disease struck.

Morning.

How are you?

Good, thanks.

Sleep well?

Yes, very well.

Yourself?

Not a wink.

What do you usually have for breakfast?

I'd love a coffee.

Anyone home?

What are you after?

Just came by to catch up.

Catch up with me?

We used to hang out.

Hardly at all.

You were a bit of a loner.

But I liked you.

Maybe we can get a drink one day?

Why not?

Now?

It's 11. I need to get to the store
before it closes.

We can have a drink after.

I'd prefer another time.

Sure, okay.

You'll be around for a while?

Don't know.

I like being here.

Are porcini coming up?

Yeah, should be quite a few.
All the rain we've had.

I may go after lunch.

Well then...

See you.

All right.

No porcini today.

Not until the new moon.

- When's that?
- Don't know, didn't look.

You're done working?

You know what time I start?

- No, what time?
- 5am.

That's early.

I saw Walter.
He said you stopped by.

You got on with Walter?

Sure.

I always thought you dumped on him.

What made you think that?

You never liked me seeing him.

You never got
why I was always over there.

Really?

Yeah.

Maybe you were a bit jealous.

Kept me for yourself.

Padding out.

Let's see if you've still got it.

What's that?

That's hunting for mushrooms?

I'm hunting nothing.

I don't have time. He is.

Look what I found.

Wonderful.

Aren't they?

I'll be going.
I have to pick up Kilian.

Why the fight?

Just fooling around.

It had nothing to do with Walter?

Why do you ask?

You're staying here long?

I don't know.

Martine's happy to have you here.

She might want alone-time.

I doubt it. She's not the type.

She's fond of you.

You don't want to take it on?

Too long in industrial bakery.
I've lost my touch.

I know, I'm a pain.

You must be missing Toulouse.

Can I stay?

Tonight?

A few days even?

I always liked this village.
I want to stay a while.

I'll think over the bakery.

Three months it's been shut.

People are used to going to Villeneuve.

I heard their bread's not very good.

And 15km for a loaf of bread?

Or they bulk-buy at the supermarket.

Don't you think?

Village bakeries
are a thing of the past.

Just like cafés.

It's busier in summer.

And slow year round.

But do what you want.

You're so negative it's unbelievable!

Kilian, let's go.

Come on.

Goodbye.

Say goodbye.

Well...

How about we eat?

You really don't mind me staying?

Not at all.

Jérémie, is that you?

Yes.

What are you doing?

I was thirsty.

What's up?

Nothing.

I wanted a word before work.

How come?

You're really taking on the bakery?

I've no idea. I don't think so.

So don't give my mother any ideas, okay?

I didn't say a thing.

Why are you staying?

That's irrelevant.

You like my mother, right?

Yes.

I gotta go to work.

Hello.

Vincent just left.

You missed him by seconds.

It's you I came to see.

Fix us a drink?

All right, come in.

Pastis, or do you prefer beer?

No, pastis is fine.

Take a seat

You live alone in this big house?

Yeah.

Never married?

No.

I never had it easy with women.

Are your folks alive?

No.

They died nearly five years ago.

They died young.

They had me late.

In my family, we don't live long.

And you?

My parents are still alive.

And you're still not married?

Vincent told me.

You talk about me?

This heat...

Another?

You work the farm?

I quit.

And for a living?

You know, I don't need much.

No rent to pay, no vacations.

- You don't get bored?
- It had too little land.

To modernize, I'd go into debt.

To work like a nutjob?

What's the point?

You found porcini?

I'm no good at it.

Don't need to be.
Just look at the ground.

It's like everything...

you have to enjoy it.

He likes it here.

You have enough friends,
you don't need him.

What if I want to see him?

He's exploiting your loneliness.

Where'd you get that idea?

- What does he say?
- He asks if he can stay.

And you don't wonder why?

Of course I do.
But it's no reason to kick him out.

Vincent!

Calm down.

Calm down,
nobody's doing anything wrong.

You're leaving?

What are you doing?

I went for a walk, just got back.

You weren't listening in?

Vincent! That's enough.

I couldn't sleep.

Me neither.

Want a whisky?

Yes.

You were looking at photos?

I was wondering,
did you keep the negatives?

How come?

I'd like a copy of a photo.

I must have them someplace.

Which one?

You still loved him?

Yes.

Even after all this time?

Yes.

I can't get him out of my head.

You never could tell him?

No.

Jérémie, open up.

All good? Happy locking yourself
in my room like a kid?

- You stop by every night?
- It's my house, as much as mom's.

And more than yours.
Sure, stay one night,

two even, but you're not moving in.

That's not your decision.

- I see the urge in your eyes.
- What urge in my eyes?

To sleep with my mother.

I always sensed it in your expression.

Get off my back.

- Your mom chooses her guests.
- You're her "guest"?

Yes.

Not according to her.

Fuck you.

Pack your bags

get out of my room
and back to Toulouse, okay?

Okay?

Okay.

No.

Try this one instead.

Thanks.

Very nice.

No need to do the hems.

Well...

All the rest should fit.

Could you lend me
underwear and socks?

I'll check.
I think I have some new ones.

I'm still here.

Are you out of your mind?

With the element of surprise,
I beat you.

Quit giving me shit.

The nighttime visits, or in the woods.
I can take you down anytime.

Get it?

I get it.

Perfect.

You're lucky I'm in a hurry.

- To get to work.
- Yeah, go to work.

- You're up early.
- I couldn't sleep.

So I went for a walk.

You're up early, too.

For me, it's routine.

I say mass
across the county in two hours.

Can I offer you a coffee?

Thanks, I'm going back to bed.

I feel sleepy.

Goodnight, then.

You have a good day.

Go easy. I'm feeling no pain.

C'mon, aren't we having fun?

I'd be happy if you took it on.

Maybe it's not viable.

For sure, it's viable.

You'd get customers
from Bournazel and Roquebrune.

In Villeneuve, the bread's not so hot.

People now don't care. They freeze it.

No! They still love a fresh loaf.

Folks line up at bakeries
on Sunday mornings.

Even so...

It's Vincent.

Come on.

I don't want him to see you.

Here, grab your glass.

Hi, Vincent, all good?

No, not good at all.

You want a drink?

He had dad's clothes on this morning.

Really?

You saw him today?

No, why would I?

I heard he comes to see you.

Who said that?

What's he do all day?

I think he's completely crazy.

And your mom? What does she say?

You're kidding...

He's got her and the priest
in his hip pocket.

They love the asshole.

She gives him dad's clothes
and he parades in front of me.

Sit down and have a drink.

Thanks, I won't hang around.

Gotta go, Walter.

- Sure?
- Yeah.

Okay, coast's clear.

What is this?

What the hell!

Stop it.

Stop it!

Take that off.

Now!

Sorry.

Get out, beat it!

Quit messing around.

Scram and don't come back!

How can I scram butt naked?

Move it!

Go! Put your duds on elsewhere.

Hold on, keep calm.

Faster!

Get lost!

Get in.

Get in!

Walter called you?

You were at his place?

You rocked up by chance?

To check something.

All right, it's quiet here.

Where were you?

I was worried sick.

I was at Walter's.

Couldn't you let me know?

A quick call's not hard.

I didn't expect to stay so long.

I didn't think to call.

Annie called.

Vincent didn't come home,
and he's not at work.

She's worried to death.

Walter says he saw him late afternoon.

You didn't run into him?

Walter said nothing about you.

I bet he didn't.

I'll explain later.

You spent the night there?

Yes.

I mean, no...

We hit the booze. I left dead drunk.

It was raining,

so I crashed in a barn.

You fell?

I'm exhausted and cold.
I'm going to lie down.

I'm doing laundry.

I'll put that in.

Hello.

No news?

Walter drove up and down
the Millau road,

looking all over.

Someone would've reported an accident.

You'd like to think so.

Folks can spend days in the ravines.

What if he didn't go to Millau?

And didn't go to work?
You know what he's like.

He's a lot calmer now.

It's worth checking other roads.

Where'd he go?

He seemed weird last night.

Raging against the world.

Sorry, that's his usual state.

No, this was different.

He was even mad at me
for seeing Jérémie.

When you came by...

once to my house?

twice, including last night?

He even refused to have a drink.

He said his piece and...

he left.

I never saw him like that.

He'd have called.

This morning, at least.

- Drawn a blank again?
- Yup.

They're not coming up.

I just saw a couple with a basketful.

At least 2 kilos, beautiful porcini.

- Where?
- Over there, not far.

Maybe they beat you to them.

A long time ago?

Barely five minutes.

It's going to rain.
Take advantage of my car?

No, I'll keep looking for mushrooms.

You were warned.

I was looking for you.

Same here.

You really crashed in a barn?

You were wasted?

It was raining, too.

You got there fast.

How come?

I was a jerk last night.

I felt bad about kicking you out,

so I got in the car to find you.

I hid.

You jerk! Why'd you hide?

You freaked me out.

I thought you wanted me dead.

If I wanted to kill you,
you wouldn't be here.

Look, I don't know what came over me.

You're a nice guy,
it was nothing personal.

I like you.

Funny guy, though.

What was that with my duds?

And groping me like that?

I was wasted.
I don't hold my liquor like you.

Anyway, I didn't grope you!

They found Vincent's car.

Where?

The station parking lot, in Millau.

Great.

Why "great"?

He's not in a ravine.

He said nothing to you?

About what?

A place he might want to go.

I wouldn't know more than you.
We hardly talked.

Precisely.

He might tell you things
he wouldn't tell us.

The police have declared him missing?

They say grown adults
are allowed to take a few days out.

Abandoning his wife and kid?

Anyone else,
they'd move heaven and earth.

Don't say that, Martine.

Sure, they'd be delighted
if he disappeared for good.

The police are right.
We're all allowed a private life.

Walter says
you didn't leave his place so very late.

You two didn't go out on the town?

Me and Vincent?

It sounds unlikely,
a night in a barn in Turlan.

It's not the most comfortable crib.

Not to mention
it's hard to find in the dark.

He picked me up on the road

after Walter kicked me out.

He was headed back to Walter's.

He guessed I was there
and wanted to check.

Wanted to check what?

That I was with Walter.

It's weird, he was kinda jealous.

Of Walter?

Or me?

He didn't want to be alone.

He was acting weird, so we just drove.

You just drove all night?

In circles around here, and then...

he wanted to go for a drink in Millau.

I imagine you talked.

He mostly talked about our youth.

Stupid stuff we got up to.

Not all of it stupid.

And about his father.

His death really shook him up.

What did he say about his father?

I'm not too sure.

Yes, that he felt orphaned.

You could have told me.

It was between him and me.

It's important for us to know.

If he'd been found dead,
I'd have told you but...

He'll reappear anytime soon.

So you keep holding out on us?

That's basically all I have to say.

Why'd you get back next morning?

He dumped me in Millau.

He told me to forget St. Martial.

And quit sniffing around you.

- No way!
- That's what he said.

What's gotten into him?

He didn't offer to drive you back
to pick up your car?

He blew me off,
saying he had no time before work.

Was that me screaming?

Was I talking?

You just screamed.
It was frightening.

Want to tell me?

It helps to get it out.

No, it was too...

I can't.

I don't want to be alone.

I'll stay here with you.

Until you fall asleep.

All right.

There. Light out?

Is there something
you daren't tell me about Vincent?

You think he's left Annie?

You know where he's gone?

Shoot, I hoped to keep the spot secret.

Morels?

Beautiful, aren't they?

I have to be at St. John's at 11.

I must run.

What the hell!

Why hide?

Didn't want to intrude.

Ring the bell
and I'll say if you're intruding.

- I wanted to see you alone.
- Good. Same here.

You've been gabbing?

That's just it.
I came to tell you I had to talk.

But "jealousy"?
Me scared of Vincent finding you?

Be happy
I shut up about the shotgun.

They've started imagining things.

Look, I'm doing my best with this.

It's not like
it's a murder investigation.

People are starting to wonder.

It's weird,
his car at the train station.

It wouldn't surprise me,
him taking off.

But he'd never abandon his car.

Barcelona or Amsterdam,
he never went by train.

He gets off on those long journeys,
driving his car.

And then...

he'd never leave
just after his dad's death.

Not a chance.

Coming in for a drink?

Sure, when you're drunk,

you act up, but even so...

Pisses me off, folks putting me on.

I wasn't putting you on.

You wanted to sleep with me?

Yeah.

Because of the pastis?

Yeah, I don't know.

Sure, the pastis got me going,
but not only.

What then?

If you want someone
when you're drunk, you always want them.

What makes you think I'm queer?

Nothing.

I don't have to think that
to want you.

All right, you'd better be going.

Finish your beer.

Seriously,
we don't see him for 10 years,

and now he's never leaving.

I didn't suggest it.

Does he ask if he can stay?

No.

You don't dare? Should I ask?

He's not going to stay until Doomsday.

You understand
why Vincent got annoyed?

Any news?

Still nothing.

Well, I'll be going.

See you tomorrow.

Bye, Annie.

Look what Philippe brought us.

He has a gift for mushrooms.

I need to confess.

I'm no priest.

It's not complicated.
You'll do just fine.

Slide open the little screen.

Why such a need to confess?

I didn't turn in Vincent's murderer.

You're sure he was murdered?

I know it.

You're scared you're wrong?

Truth be told,
I don't want to turn him in.

How come?

Imprisoning him
won't bring Vincent back.

Also, I think that imprisonment
is worse than death.

But just think...

if people kill
without risk of punishment.

I doubt he's a murderer
in the making.

Once you kill, you're a murderer.

It's not by nature, I mean.

I doubt he's a danger to society.

Can you really live with this secret?

Sure.

At some point, it will be unbearable.

You think there's a point
in punishing murderers?

I think it's difficult
to bear that secret alone.

Hardly alone.

The murderer will most likely
give himself up.

I don't think so.

Constantly lying
must be exhausting.

Living with the fear
of making a mistake.

Or just the memory of a crime.

A crime must not stop life going on.

It's easy for you to say that now.

What will you think tomorrow?

What will hold you back for life?

The pleasure of seeing the murderer.
Every day.

What makes you think
the murderer will reciprocate?

Nothing.

It must be scary to be loved
by someone you don't love.

So the murderer hates me?

No, that's not what I mean.

There's a good chance

he doesn't love you equally.

Or not how you would wish.

I shall be discreet.

I have learned to love without return.

I could love him without noise
for eternity.

Thanks very much.

You were very good.

Sit down. We were waiting for you.

Pastis?

Another?

To accompany the gentleman.

So you're from Toulouse?

Still working as a baker?

I'm unemployed.

Long-term?

Not really.

I left my last job 3 months ago.

Don't wait too long.
Before you know it, a year goes by.

It leaves a hole in your resumé.
Employers wonder what you did all year.

3 months nowadays is no big deal.

He's worked all his life,
starting very young.

It's fine, taking a few months out.

You're investigating
Vincent's disappearance?

- You saw nothing suspicious?
- No.

I mean, that night was weird but...

So we were told.

And you spent
most of the night with him?

Yes.

You said you went for a drink. Where?

I didn't say that.

Vincent wanted to,
but in Millau, everywhere was shut.

What time was it when Mr. Bonchamp

showed you the door?

I don't know. 6:30? 7?

What were your movements then?

It's complicated. He wanted to talk.

We went up to Aigoual.

Then down to Vigan.

Then he took back roads, no idea where,
and we wound up in Florac.

From there, we went to Millau.

Arriving after 1am,
if everywhere was shut.

I didn't look at the time.

But on a Tuesday, at 11,
it's often dead.

Okay, perhaps.

You arrive in Millau at 11...

On the road 4 hours.

That's a lot to get to Millau,
even taking the scenic route.

It's a heck of a way, on narrow lanes.

Mrs. Rigal said you arrived back
next day, around 9am.

Millau to here on foot is what?

- Four hours.
- I'd say five.

But in the circumstances, you walk fast.

Even walking fast.

All right, perhaps.

Five hours then.

That means you left Millau
around 4 in the morning.

So, 5 hours in Millau, doing nothing.

Plus driving around the backwoods.

That's a long night.

I mean...

You didn't just drive and talk.

We did.

Were you friends with Vincent?

After school, we fell out of touch.

But now, you'd reconnected.

- No more than that.
- What do you mean, no more?

We talked when he came here
but I never went to his place.

He didn't like your being around?

Or didn't like
your hanging around his mother.

He thought that,
if you'll forgive me...

you wanted to sleep with her.

Yes, he thought that.

And sleep with his best friend?

With Walter?

You tried, didn't you?

No, that was...

It was a drunken prank.

Even a drunken urge
isn't a figment of the imagination.

It's true, I'd have liked that.

You get on with Fr. Grisolles?

We bump into each other. Here.

We heard you often
bump into him in the forest.

Yes, mushrooming, like everyone else.

But separately.

And you meet there.

It's happened once or twice. By chance.

Why ask about him?

We think he's hiding something.

About Vincent?

Or you.

What on earth would he be hiding?

How can we know if he's hiding it?

So, on that note...

Thanks for the drink.

You're staying here?

Yes.

Tell me, Jérémie...

Did you and Vincent sleep together?

No.

So what did you get up to all night?

I don't see you
talking and driving for so long.

And you see us making love?

Not necessarily,
but it seems more credible.

We fought.

When he left me in Millau,
I objected.

Of course, I insisted.

That's when he said
I had to stop sniffing around you.

I lost my temper
and told him to stop it.

And it escalated
from a verbal fight to punches.

So it wasn't Walter?

It was. Walter first, but low-level,

then with Vincent, it was violent.

He left me flat out.

If you'd called,
I'd have picked you up.

I didn't want to tell you.
I thought that was it.

I'd go home and we'd forget.

You think that's why he took off?

Why would it make him go?

I don't know.

One of those reactions
he has occasionally.

You're not running now?

I couldn't sleep, so I thought
I'd go grab some clothes.

That's not a good idea.

Just there and back.

Once there, you won't come back.

And that will look suspicious.

But staying is weird, too.

Even Martine's wondering.

Of course.
She feels you're hiding something.

She wants me to stay
so I'll spit it out.

She wants you with her
out of love.

Stop that, it's complicated enough.

You want a drink?

I have an excellent spirit
to ward off insomnia.

All right.

What's going on?

Why get your car out?

You were leaving?

I'm going to get some sleep.

I'm going back too.
Goodnight, Philippe.

Coming?

See you tomorrow.

Hello.

Show us?

Beautiful.

Spending all this time in the forest,
see, it pays off.

Why are you staying with Mrs. Rigal?

I like the village
and she wants me to stay.

So she's not alone.

You understand her son's annoyance?

You know him as well as we do.
You're well aware that he's...

hot-blooded.

Know what I mean?

Martine told you?

What might she have told us?

About the fight.

With Vincent, Tuesday in Millau.
We had a fight.

At last.

You didn't just drive and chat.
I feel better now.

Why'd you fight?

All his crap
about me sleeping with his mother.

How did the fight end?

It's not my thing, so he beat me up.

He left me there and took off.

So it didn't take long?

A bit. I tried to run away
and he chased me through Millau.

Why keep it quiet?

It's between us, nobody's business.

But you told his mother.

How come?

She didn't believe
we'd only been driving and talking.

She was getting ideas?

She believed the fight story?

Why wouldn't she?

Maybe she pictures him
starting over far away.

You're not buying that?

An only child
rarely leaves their parents.

So if the father dies, just imagine...

And there's the car.

My young colleague
went down to the station. Know why?

Murderers leave their victim's car
at departure points.

Train station, airport...

We believe the fight story,

but with Vincent Rigal,
it's usually over in 5 minutes.

Even then...

Go 5 minutes with him,
and get back to me.

He chased me.

We've all run enough to know,
a 15-minute chase is exhausting.

Something else...

Morels in the fall are rare.

I'll check
but I think it's unprecedented.

So?

Father.

Can you leave us with Mr. Pastor?
He had something to say.

I'll tell you.
It's better that way, for everyone.

Jérémie spent Tuesday night with me.

We suspected something like that.

That's why you concoct
these far-fetched tales?

I had no wish
to harm the reverend father.

We've seen it all before.

I rely on your discretion.

So Mr. Bonchamp kicks you out,

and you walk all the way
to the presbytery?

Not exactly...

I'd like to hear Mr. Pastor's version.

Before I reached St. Martial,

the reverend father picked me up
and took me home.

Why not go straight to Mrs. Rigal's?

I wanted to freshen up.

I was dirty, bleeding...

And that's not all.
You immediately stripped in front of me.

Yes, I already wanted him.

I made the most of it.

- So a stranger asks you...
- Not a stranger.

I mean, a man you hardly know

asks to shower in the presbytery
when he's staying nearby,

and you agree, no problem?

I wanted him, too.

Why were you out driving?

Pure coincidence?

I often find a way
to cross paths with Jérémie.

The power of desire, I guess.

Don't underestimate it.

Well...

We hope you'll be happy.

Gentlemen...

Evening.

All good?

There are cold cuts in the fridge.

And eggs and cheese, if you want.

What's going on?

What do you mean?

You, sitting there, not looking at me.

Where have you been all day this time?

I was with the priest.
We climbed up to Aigoual.

Him...

If he stuck to masses
instead of rambling around...

Where'd you hide Vincent's body?

Leave me alone now.

Just a simple yes or no...

Did you bury it?

You buried it in the forest?

Did you?

How'd you get here?

You'll wake Mrs. Rigal.

Just watch me.

Martine!

- What's wrong?
- The police!

Interrogating me in my sleep.

What are you talking about?
I'd have heard it.

I swear!

It was a nightmare again.

No, it wasn't a nightmare.

Go back to bed.

Don't worry.

Go on.

Reverend father!

It's me. Jérémie.

You can't do that.

It's hopeless. Everyone knows.

Don't exaggerate.

Sure, they know.

The police came by
to make me confess in my sleep.

Anyway, they always wind up
finding the corpse.

And the criminal.

Even if they never find it
and they're convinced I'm innocent,

how can I live with this
on my conscience?

It's barely a week
and it feels like forever.

All right, it's difficult.

At the time, you had your reasons?

No. I had no reasons,
I had a rush of blood.

Why the rush of blood?

I don't remember. Just the violence.
The urge to be rid of him.

So you did want to kill him.

Yes, but only in the heat
of that precise moment.

You regret it?

Sure, of course.

If a long sentence

or the death penalty could bring him back
would you accept?

No.

So you can square it
with your conscience.

It will get easier.

You must be joking.

How can you be so sure?

- You can square your conscience?
- Everyone can.

You've seen these tormented peoples?

Children dying of hunger?

The homeless on city streets?

The world's going to the dogs.

Could be, within decades,
there'll be no more life on earth.

It doesn't stop people going to movies
or soccer games.

But they didn't murder anyone.

We're all responsible for the carnage,
and we all know it.

It's far away, out of sight.
We're not killing with bare hands.

Are you sure that makes much difference?

Death is not a bad thing.
Life has to come to an end.

And end at any time.

Young, old, sick or in good health.

We need unexpected deaths.

We need accidents.

We need murders.

So why not let me jump?

It's the easy solution
in times of despair.

But you didn't really want to.

What were you thinking of
before I turned up?

You were wondering
if you'd forgotten something.

If there wasn't one last wish
to make going on worthwhile.

A reason to cling to life.

Of course, for me, the real reason is,

I don't want to lose you.

I can't spend my life with you.

I'm not asking for the moon.

A conversation, a meal now and then.

A walk.

That's all?

You'll learn to love me.

- It's not to order.
- Sure it is.

It's pretty easy.

Take it from me.

It was hard at first,
but I can do it.

I can love everyone.

In some cases, it was no easy feat.

Come on, keep living for my sake.

Apparently, Vincent's car was seen
heading into the forest.

They're organizing a search party.

Nobody can come in the house
without me hearing them.

Why is it a problem
for me to sleep at the presbytery?

Sometimes I feel like you're fleeing me.

You spend all your days together.

Can't you spend your nights here?

Martine's right.
We'll see each other tomorrow.

Have a good evening.

Thank you, Philippe.

Thanks for everything.

Goodnight.

And I'll keep the key. Happy?

What if I want to go out?

To be with Philippe?

Not necessarily. Who knows?

You just have to ask me.

All right, bedtime.

I was expecting you.

Martine gave the key to the police.

Perfect.

Come on up.

- You're not locking up?
- Definitely not.

Let them come.

Come to bed with me.

Come on!

Can you lend me pajamas?

It has to be credible.
Keep your underwear on, if you insist.

Hurry!

Can you get the light?

All right.

Can't we just...

Sorry, just checking.

Are you happy now?

Now that I'm here,

can I complete the check?

This is intolerable!
Do you realize what you're doing?

Out! Go!

Perfect.

It worked like a charm.
Now, no time to lose.

Get dressed.

Keep going, it's nothing.

Leave me alone with him.

You don't want help taking him?

It's better you don't know.

Wait for me at the presbytery.

Shouldn't I stand lookout, just in case?

Don't worry.

The one place sure to be quiet
at this time is a cemetery.

Shut the gate.

Where did you get to?

I've been looking for hours.

The police came in. I ran.

I went to the priest's.

The police even came there.

There was no one home.

Because Philippe had a diocesan meeting.
At first light, too.

He left super early.

Lock yourself in there if you're scared.

The police open every door.

They must have a skeleton key.

Anyway...

come to bed.

Can I sleep with you?

All right...

lights out!

Goodnight.

Can I snuggle up to you?

It may be too soon.

Let's start by sleeping.

Can I hold your hand then?

My hand, that's fine.