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FAMILY PACK

Night has fallen…

All the villagers are asleep.

The man in the wolfskin has dealt out the characters and gone into hiding.

No one's home!

Those who turned him away have been turned into werewolves.

WEREWOLF

Now these beasts are lurking in the idyllic village of Miller's Hollow.

And until their identities are revealed, they will begin to seek out their prey.

The werewolves throw themselves onto their unfortunate victim.

And then…

-What did I say about phones? -Sorry, Dad.

-If you don't wanna play, just say so. -I've got my livestream.

I'm waiting for a phone call from the office.

Wait! What exactly are we playing?

Werewolves, Dad.

-We're playing Werewolves. -Werewolves?

Yes, Dad, we played it when I was little. The wolfskin guy comes and night falls…

We've got to find the werewolves with our different powers!

And all these powers are sort of special?

Yeah. They're all sort of special. I'm the Seer.

You, see? This says you're the Hunter!

And Clara is the Little Girl!

And Théo is the Thief!

What are we supposed to do with the powers?

Uh… I was kind of hoping that your grandpa would remember that part.

Why would I remember this? I-- I have no idea what this is.

You used to play with Nicole, remember?

Nicole? Who's Nicole again?

Oh, yeah. She was my wife. I remember now.

May she rest in peace.

Why is everybody staring? I never asked any of you to come here.

I'm doing just fine on my own!

And besides, I don't even know any of these people.

Who's this girl, for instance?

That girl's name is Théo, Dad, and he's Marie's son from her previous marriage.

Théo is my son.

Yes, his hair's very long, it doesn't mean he's a girl.

-He didn't mention my hair. -I love your hair!

-Right, fine. This is good. -Yes!

Now that everyone understands all of the rules,

we can all try playing a round.

-So, I will clear a bit of space… -Alright! Yes.

…and I'll deal out the pieces.

Still, it's sort of a shame to stay inside, isn't it?

There's a medieval thing happening in the village. Some kind of fair.

-Wanna go? -Where are you going?

-I've got my livestream. -Oh, come on. You can just skip it.

I can't, though. Because if I don't keep posting,

then my followers won't follow me anymore and then, uh--

It'll be like I'm invisible.

But you know that being invisible won't really affect your worth, right?

Sure, Marie. Maybe that was true when you were young, but it's not now.

So, on this live stream, what do you sell anyway?

Tubes of makeup to strangers?

I'm making more than a middle school teacher does.

Ooh, ah…

-Here we go again. -Well, sometimes a professor

teaches students the classic stuff. Sardou, Balavoine, Johnny,

-Delpech. -Ah.

And you kids are always saying you're influencers, but…

-who do you influence? -Well, apparently not my own father.

Well, that was a lesson in parenting.

Come on, Dad. Could you please give me a break?

We're spending our vacation here with you to keep you company,

-so try to be nice. -Hey, you mind your manners, Stéphane!

I apologize, but my name's Jérôme.

Well, you still look like a Stéphane. I'm going to bed.

At noon?

I'll sleep when I want.

Gilbert!

-Mom, I'm hungry! -Shh…

Uh, why don't you, uh, check out the kitchen with your brother.

Whose hair is spectacular!

Oh, come on, Mom. You're so annoying.

-Yeah, Mom. You're so annoying! -Geez.

-Uh. -It's exhausting.

That's great.

You've got to call the office?

-Yeah. -Who are you defending?

A woman who was getting beaten by her husband for 20 years.

-Mm. Makes you mad? -You know it.

That's one of the many reasons I love you.

-Call them. -You sure?

Of course, I'm sure. Go on.

Okay.

Uh, should I put away the game or not?

-Put it away! -Put it away!

Alright. So…

The Werewolf.

The Hunter goes here.

The Little Girl goes in there. The Seer.

Like that. The Thief and the Witch.

Come on now.

Close.

There we go!

What's happening?

-No idea! -Mommy! What's happening?

Ah!

You okay?

-It's the Germans! -Let's go!

The cellar!

Run! Go! Quickly!

Get down there! Hurry!

Go on!

-Keep going! -It's falling on me!

-Dad! -Ah!

Come on!

You okay? Look!

-You okay? -Watch out!

Ah!

Are we okay? Louise? Dad? You alright?

-Yes, I'm alright. -Yeah.

Théo, find the light switch!

-Something's blocking the stairs! -Clara?

You okay, Clara?

This way!

-This way, kids! -Clara?

You okay? You okay? Huh? Okay?

-Clara? Clara! -Yeah, I'm good. I'm alright.

Hey. Where did the car go?

Oh no.

Where'd my car go?

I'd better call the police.

-Hey, do you have signal? -Uh, no.

This isn't my house.

Of course it's your house, Dad.

Uh, no!

Did the house always look like this?

Absolutely not! I have bad taste but it isn't this bad!

-Clara? Clara? -Whoa.

The decorations are a little weird.

Clara?

It's like Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs in here.

-She's gone. She's not here. -What?

Why does everything look so old?

-Hey, notice anything else? -What?

-Wait, it's-- -Oh, my God.

Let's all stay calm.

Calm? What do you mean? My daughter's disappeared!

There must be a logical explanation.

I-- It might be the-- The-- The Renaissance Fair.

-Maybe they redecorated. -You think they redecorated in 30 seconds?

Let's go to the village. She's probably there.

Come on! Let's go, guys!

Alright. Come on, Dad. We've got to find Clara.

What about my house?

Clara!

Let's keep moving.

Gilbert, would you mind walking a bit slower?

Grandpa's never this fast!

Clara!

-Mom, I'm starving! -I know.

I'm sure we'll find something to eat in the village.

Clara!

You know, I'm not sure yelling is helping things, Jérôme.

Sure, she's not your daughter…

-Excuse me? -Over here!

Over there!

Looks like they redecorated the village a bit.

What kind of budget did they get for this festival?

Clara!

That's it.

Very good. That's perfect now.

Carry on.

Get away from here! You're frightening the customers.

Hey! Watch out!

-Whoa. -Oh!

Honestly!

-Careful! -Impossible.

Mom, I'm starving.

Okay, sweetie. Hang on.

Oh. There's some--

Oh! I think those are pastries.

Hello, sir.

They've got some nerve!

We would like to have one, please.

Of course, one for you.

Okay, except I don't have any cash on me.

-Uh. Do you take contactless? -Huh?

Well…

-Contact-- -Oh!

No money, no pastry.

If this fair wants to make money, that's just bad business.

Ha.

Fresh bread! Fresh bread!

Oh. Vassier. Like you.

Is he related to you?

CHILDERIC VASSIER - WIZARD EXECUTION END OF WEEK

Doesn't ring a bell, but they're not supposed to use our name like that.

-Oh, come on. -Excuse me, please.

Who's in charge of all this?

-In charge? You mean the sheriff? -Yes.

He's in the square getting ready for the execution.

He's in the square…

Execution?

Clara?

Excuse me.

Excuse me, Miss, you wouldn't happen to have

seen a young woman around here? In her twenties, mixed race?

-Mixed race? -Yeah, mixed race.

-You're not from around here, are you? -No, we're from Paris.

-Good God! -Yes.

-You've traveled far, then! -It's only about three hours with traffic.

So, have you seen her?

I haven't, no.

Fine! She's not here. Let's keep looking.

Oh, no. I won't be going anywhere until I speak to the man in charge.

People of Miller's Hollow!

Ah. There he is.

I have captured one of the diabolical beasts.

Bring it out!

I'm innocent.

I swear it before God!

You were running in the streets in the middle of the night.

One of my sheep went missing.

-Why was your clothing covered in blood? -I cut myself while--

-While I was repairing my-- -Silence!

All lies!

What say you?

Is the shepherd one of the beasts?

-Yeah! -Yeah!

Oh, yes…

And what should his punishment be?

Kill the beast.

Death!

-Kill him! -Honey. Shh!

Now, do your duty, Executioner.

Don't you worry, it'll all be fine.

It will?

This is a bit too violent for you.

This is all hyperrealistic.

You wouldn't happen to have--

Thanks! I'll just dry-clean it!

We're leaving! We gotta go.

Go on. Let's go, come on!

Let's go, Dad!

Jérôme!

Jérôme! What's going on?

It's blood! It's real blood!

-Huh? -What are you saying?

-Damn! -Yeah.

-Can I taste it, please? -No!

No, no, no! What is happening?

Clara's disappeared and there are public executions…

They redecorated my place behind my back…

I think there's only one explanation. Real medieval village, real execution,

real blood… Hm?

We time-traveled.

Ask your son to stop spewing nonsense.

-Jérôme, be nice. Huh? -Wait. In this case, I agree with him.

He's on drugs! I'm telling you, completely out of it.

You're one to talk.

Show a little respect for my dad, please.

I'm capable of defending myself, you know?

-Mm… -Mom? Jérôme?

Uh, gimme a sec, Théo.

Théo doesn't do drugs, Gilbert.

-Just because you're stressed-- -I'm not remotely stressed.

-Wait. -In fact, I'm feeling very fit and strong.

Could we just focus on finding Clara, please?

Mom! Jérôme?

-What? -What?

Ah!Excuse me, sir.

You wouldn't happen to have seen a young woman,

quite lovely, mixed race, in her twenties?

Well? Have you?

Do you speak English?

What year are we in, sir?

Uh, Théo!

We are in the year of our Lord 1497.

What are those peculiar costumes?

"Costumes?" Come on, has he looked at himself?

-He didn't say anything. -He did.

-He must be some kind of ventriloquist. -Oh?

Your phone's working! Call Clara!

No, I have no reception. It's the alarm for my work call.

Stop the alarm! It's upsetting the man!

-Yeah, well, a couple more seconds! -Stop it!

-I can't! -Turn it off! Turn it off!

-I know. I can't -Look out!

Let's go.

How's your wrist feeling, Dad?

Oh, it's fine. Thanks, Jérôme.

Ah! Ah. You just called me Jérôme.

Well, that's your name, isn't it?

And uh, do you remember Mom's name?

What? Are you losing your mind, Son?

Her name was Nicole and she was born the third of July 1946.

She had size six feet.

Her social insurance number was 2-46-07, 350-132,

One-four-eight.

Why do you ask?

No reason, no reason…

-Something weird is going on. -I'm with you there, yeah.

Look out.

Get back, kids!

-Mommy, what's happening? -I'm not sure.

-Stay back! -Just stay close!

What's going on?

IT'S ME

Me, who?

IT'S ME CLARA

Clara!

Wait.

-Hang on, hang on, hang on… -Watch out.

What happened to you, sweetheart?

Why can't they hear me?

Are they deaf or what?

It's okay, we hear you now. It's fine.

B-But I didn't say anything just now.

Yeah!

You just spoke right now. You heard her, right?

-Not at all. -Not a word.

Wait a minute, Dad!

You can read my mind!

I hope he's not losing his mind like his dad.

That's the last thing we need.

Holy moly, I didn't know he'd lost so much hair already.

Just stay calm.

I saw you at the execution earlier.

You're not from here.

What are you doing here?

Are you related to the wizard?

Ah, yes. I'm quite glad you're bringing that up.

-I don't at all appreciate-- -No. We're not part of his family.

We're passing through the village.

We needed somewhere to rest, and found this place. And that's all.

Huh? That's-- That's all.

Hey, whoa.

I think you're all wizards!

-Get your hands off my son! -Just calm down, honey.

No, we're not wizards.

We're uh…

We're musicians, right? We're musicians. We're--

-Yeah. -Right.

Uh, we're minstrels.

My name's Daniel, the minstrel. You see?

And this is my group.

The--The Minstrettes.

So then play something.

Oh, we don't, uh--

We don't have our instruments-- Wait!

Uh…

Would you get my guitar, honey?

-Your what? -Uh, my, my, uh-- My lute.

Go and get my lute.

-Your what? -Look. My lute.

The thing that looks like a guitar?

Ah!

Luckily, I never go anywhere without--

Without my lute.

Yes.

Alright.

-Please, just, uh-- -Thanks.

See?

Go on!

Yes. Let's go.

One…

Off we go. Three, four.

♪ You tell them that my career ♪

♪ Is uncertain ♪

♪ That no one knows where I'll be ♪

♪ In a year ♪

♪ If only they knew that to you ♪

♪ I was once ♪

♪ The greatest singer Of them all ♪

♪ And that's why ♪

♪ You wanted ♪

♪ A child ♪

♪ Who's all grown up now ♪

-And what do they all do? -Uh.

Come on! Three, four…

♪ The judges and the law ♪

♪ Don't scare me ♪

♪ It's my son, my battle ♪

♪ She shouldn't have left ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh! ♪

That's great!

♪ I'll break everything ♪

♪ If you touch ♪

♪ My flesh and blood ♪

Keep the beat, please.

♪ She shouldn't have left ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh! ♪

Ah.

Fine.

-Théo? You okay? -I'm fine.

Alright, get back in there.

-The beasts are coming. -Go on! Go.

What do you mean "beasts?"

The village must go to sleep!

Get inside your homes!

The beasts are coming!

Night is falling! The village must go to sleep!

Get inside your homes! The beasts are coming!

The beasts are coming!

The beasts are coming!

I'm starved!

I know, sweetheart. I'm looking.

I'll start with this.

Wonderful.

This way we won't be talking to an empty chair.

There. Huh.

-That good? -Witch,

Thief, Seer,

Hunter,

Werewolf.

This isn't the right time for games, honey.

I'm not playing!

It's in this box here!

It was under a dresser.

Hang on. Let me see.

Isn't this your game?

Oh, yeah. Why is it here?

That must be it.

We didn't time travel. We're inside the game.

So, we agree that he's on drugs?

I'm not!

The cards all correspond to certain powers, right?

What's the connection?

The connection is that we've got the powers.

I mean, Gilbert, he's the Hunter. Which is why he's super strong!

Super strong. Let's not exaggerate.

Just in good shape, maybe.

Oh. Well, Clara is--

-Well, she's the Little Girl. -Yeah.

Little Girl, no one notices her. She's invisible!

That makes no sense,

if anyone's the Little Girl, it's Louise.

Well, you're always gonna be my little girl, sweetie.

You did it again!

Who are you talking to? Huh?

You're hearing voices.

If he has a power and I don't, I'll be pissed.

Huh? I didn't hear anything.

I was thinking out loud, that's all.

Wait a minute. We're playing Werewolves. There was an earthquake,

and now we're in the Middle Ages,

in our ancestor's house with all these powers.

Obviously, we're trapped in the game!

No, that's just silly.

There's a small chance that the box was shaking a bit just before the earthquake.

-Just a little. -There you go!

Clearly, we're in the game.

Dad,

just think about it. You know the rules.

Tell us how we can go home.

How should I know? I mean, it was never my game.

I found it in the attic, and the rules weren't in it,

so I made them up,

And then they changed over the years as we went along.

And that's it!

Well, I got the Thief.

So what's his power?

No idea.

But I do remember one of the rules.

In order to win,

we've got to identify all the werewolves

and kill them all before they can kill all of us.

What if-- If I'm a werewolf?

What?

Oh, no, sweetie. No, my darling. Don't worry about that.

No one is going to kill you.

Nobody.

Okay? Nobody!

No, of course, no one will kill you, honey.

And you wanna hear more good news? I found our dinner. Huh?

Doesn't look too bad.

I can try to make a pot of soup.

Cirius foliculus.

-They seem to be some kind of chickpea. -Actually, that means "squirrel balls."

You alright, Loulou?

We came to say goodnight, honey.

It's bedtime now. Huh, sweetheart?

And tomorrow we'll go back home. I promise.

-Yes. -Hm?

Will you please tell me the story of how you met?

Mmm…

Uh…

Once upon a time, about ten years ago…

…your mom had just separated from a man who was a big loser.

I was also single,

and while I was teaching music at the local middle school,

I would teach people how to play guitar.

At that time, I was trying to learn all kinds of new skills.

So, I thought I would try a sport,

or I would try to learn to play an instrument,

which is why I started looking for a guitar teacher online.

And I ended up finding your dad.

I taught her to play her favorite song on the guitar

and obviously, she fell deeply and madly in love with me.

-Obviously. -Boom.

And two years later, you arrived.

The perfect gift.

The end.

There. Goodnight!

Oh, no! I want you to sing the song!

No! It's time to sleep, sweetie.

♪ Where I live, forests sway And rooftops scrape the sky ♪

I'm exhausted.

Alright, goodnight.

I love you.

Alright. Goodnight.

It was just a joke!

Goodnight, sweetie.

What are you doing?

Nothing. Keeping busy.

You know,

I don't really know where we are or when we are,

but it feels wonderful to remember things again.

I should have visited you more. I'm sorry.

Ah, that's alright. It's very hard to watch people disappear.

Well, when we get home,

I'll be there.

Goodnight, Dad.

Goodnight, Jérôme.

-Who is it? What's going on? -What was that?

Who-- What the…?

I think she wants to tell us something.

-Huh? -Wait, wait. Hang on.

Calm down.

There are werewolves on their way to the village!

I-- I almost got eaten. We have to get out of here right now!

She said werewolves are heading for the village,

she almost got eaten, we have to get out of here right now!

What? She's just always been very good at charades.

Huh?

Where's Loulou?

Loulou? Loulou?

-Loulou? -Loulou?

She's not here!

She's not here!

Louise?

Louise?

Stay back.

It's me!

Come in, honey.

-Quickly, quickly. -What were you doing out there?

-Huh? -I was just going to the bathroom outside.

-Oh, no! -No, no, no, no, no.

You can't go outside alone. You might be a werewolf!

-Yes, but I promise I'm not a werewolf! -Well…

-I promise I'm not! -Of course you're not!

We've gotta tie her up.

Oh, yeah? You want to put a muzzle on too?

If Louise says she's not a werewolf, then she's not a werewolf.

Hang on. Let me handle this.

In 50 years of poker, I've never lost to a bluffer.

Look at me.

Are you

a werewolf?

No!

Hmph.

I can confirm it. She isn't a werewolf.

-I was wrong! -Louise!

Quick! Tie her up!

-Be careful. -Don't move.

Ah!

-Easy! -Careful, don't hurt her!

Get the rope!

Get the rope!

Théo! Rope! Quick!

Hurry!

The beasts have eaten a new victim!

Oh, Louise!

Jérôme!

Jérôme! Jérôme, wake up!

Where are we?

Still in 1497.

Oh, damn it…

Louise has gone back to normal.

Oh.

Loulou.

Oh, my sweetheart.

-I'm starving. -Aw.

Hey.

Hey. No. Wait.

Wait.

Ha!

Ha!

What are you doing?

You'll stab yourself.

-Hey, you look beautiful! -Well, thanks.

You're not so bad yourself.

Right. So…

What is all of this for?

This is for hunting the werewolves.

Oh, come on, Jérôme!

They're only werewolves at night.

So, uh, you're not gonna walk to the village

and just start attacking everyone at random, huh?

No! No, no, no, no!

We're not going to be hunting anybody.

I've been thinking.

Alright, we're at your ancestor's house.

-It's his game… -Hm.

…so we'll visit him in jail,

and we'll just ask him what to do to get home.

And that's it.

-Yeah, that works too… -Mm-hm.

And as a lawyer, you could speak on his behalf.

Speak on his behalf? In 1497?

It'll be a miracle if he hasn't been tortured to death yet.

-Radishes? -Fresh lilacs.

Ah! No, thank you.

Well, this seems to be working so far.

We're going to go talk to our ancestors

and you're going to head to the market to find something to eat. Okay?

Sure, but with what money?

Ah! Well, I was thinking about that.

Clara is invisible. So, you should take advantage.

Oh! Now hold on! My daughter's no thief!

Seriously, Dad? You want us to starve to death?

Hang on, I'm the Thief in the game.

-I should steal. -I'm not so sure about that.

We've already seen public executions and wild animal attacks.

So, we should probably avoid getting arrested for anything, right?

-Okay. We'll meet you here in an hour. -Right.

-Alright? -Yeah--

Just try not to forget that we're in the Middle Ages.

-Meaning? -Meaning that, uh…

It's like having to adapt to a different country.

Remember when we were in Rome, and I asked for more water in my coffee

and the guy wanted to punch me?

In Dublin, I asked for a non-alcoholic beer,

and the guy wanted to punch me.

-In Brussels… -We're clear on the concept.

Sure! What I mean is when you're traveling abroad,

you've gotta act like you're not traveling abroad.

I mean, like the locals.

We're in the Middle Ages, so be discreet, and adapt to their customs.

Right…

Okay. We'll all meet back here in an hour, okay?

Let's go. See you soon.

And the lute?

-Is that also adaptable and discreet? -No. That's our cover story,

-so no one'll pay attention to us. -Oh! The minstrels!

Ah!

My husband is one of the Sheriff's men and heard you sing,

and he said you had the voice of an angel!

That's a bit of a stretch, but I do the best that I can.

Play something for us, minstrel. "Good Charles the Eighth."

Oh, I don't know the chords.

"The Sweet Palfrenier."

"I Strangled a Burgundy Man."

-I'll play you an original tune. -Oh! Let's not play anything at all!

Come on! We've gotta go!

-Goodbye! Thank you! -Wait!

Would you tell me the secret of how to become a Minstrette?

Um, get a master's degree. And make some terrible decisions. Come on.

I'm the Thief, so that means

I can get away with stealing whatever I want.

There, see that? I don't have to be invisible.

I can do better than this apple.

Hold this for a minute.

Don't worry about it. I'll be fine!

Sorry.

Come back, you thief!

Stop thief!

Stop him!

Let me handle this,

Good day, sirs!

-Daniel the Minstrel. -Good day.

Uh…

Is this where you're holding Childéric Vassier?

What do you want with that dog of a wizard?

Oh… as you said.

Uh, well, I thought I would play a bit of music to comfort his soul.

May it burn in hell for the rest of time!

Alright, then.

-Hm. -Yes. Alright, thank you.

We don't need to stand here spitting all day.

Look. All we want is to find out about the charges that were laid against him.

-Alright? -That's enough from your mouth, harlot!

-Pardon? How dare you. -Whoa!

-We'll call you whatever we want! -Hey, now! Calm down!

Get control of your woman!

Huh? A good beating every morning will calm her down.

Touch me again, I will knock your blocks off!

Come on, honey. Think about the kids, please.

-Please, calm down. -Right. It's the Middle Ages.

Come on. The kids are waiting for us.

Of course.

Ah! Hello, Daniel!

Hello.

I saved you a little something.

Oh, why thank you.

What?

Nothing.

He can open his mouth to flirt,

but he won't do it to tell off those lunkhead guards…

-I wanted to intervene earlier. -Mm…

But then I would have blown our cover.

And on top of that, it's the Middle Ages.

Yeah, that's awfully convenient.

Well…

I know you were too afraid to do anything. But not a big deal.

-I wasn't afraid. -Oh.

-Alright. -I wasn't!

-Did you consider the temporal paradox? -The what?

The temporal paradox of time travel.

-Hm? What is that? -Ah!

The number one rule for time-traveling is:

Everything that we do here in the past

can have a negative impact on the present.

I mean the fut-- I mean the f--

I mean later. So we shouldn't do anything! You know, I…

-I don't see the connection. -Oh, come on.

-It's simple. -Well, I don't.

If I had knocked out that guard before,

I would have introduced them to feminism 500 years too early, you know?

Imagine how catastrophic that would have been!

Sure.

No more wars, no more pollution, a society that's totally advanced?

Sure, that's catastrophic alright.

That was, uh--

That was a bad example but you-- You know what I'm saying! It's a…

We've just got to be really careful.

Careful, he says.

My ex was way more selfish,

but at least he wouldn't have backed down like that.

Your ex…

Huh?

What's wrong?

-Where's Théo? Why isn't he with you? -Hang on!

-What's happening? -I lost him!

-I think she means she lost him. -What does she mean she lost him?

-Where did he go? -Calm down!

-Is he close by? -Calm down!

My son's missing! Obviously, I'm not going to calm down!

Strangers!

-Yes? -Yes?

I captured your son. He told me everything!

Are you from the future or not?

Oh, no, no, no. We're not, he's a pathological liar.

We're pretty sure he's on drugs.

What have you done with my son, huh?

-Calm down, Mom. -Huh?

It's me, Théo.

Huh?

Théo…

Blacksmith…

-Théo… -Blacksmith…

-Théo… -Enough!

But this is my power! I can steal people's identities!

-It's so cool! -No! It's not cool!

No more. Don't do it again!

-Why not? -Well, because…

What if you can't transform back?

Huh?

You're already searching for a sense of identity.

-Mm. -Right?

And it's wonderful!

You have my support,

but you might end up feeling confused and lost. You get it?

Yeah…

I get it. You're just jealous.

Because you don't have any powers.

Hang on, Théo!

Your power is very cool.

And more importantly, it's useful.

What? You've already finished your victuals?

-Uh… -Means food.

-Have you eaten your food? -Oh, yes. No.

Uh, no. I lost my appetite because of this strange woman.

She was causing a ruckus and I--

I'll bring her to the dungeon to calm her down.

-What has this jezebel done now? -No, leave her!

I'll discipline this strumpet myself!

"Discipline the strumpet"?

I'm sorry, Mom. I got a little bit carried away.

Yeah.

Childéric Vassier? Huh?

Childéric Vassier?

Rats!It's alright.

Hello?

No one's there…

Childéric?

Childéric Vassier?

No more torture! I'm begging you!

I've told you over and over, I'm not a wizard!

Quiet!

We mean you no harm.

Come closer. Come.

Yes.

We're your descendants. We came from 2024.

We played a game and we wound up here with powers.

What do we do to get back to our century, huh?

-Oh, no. -Huh?

He doesn't understand.

-Théo, show him what you can do. -Oh, right.

Guards! Guards! Guards! Guards!

Shh! Be quiet! Shh!

You two! You're the wizards! Huh?

You're the ones who brought the terrible beasts to Miller's Hollow!

We did nothing of the sort! Be quiet!

I mean the werewolf game!

The Thief, the Little Girl, the Seer, all that!

You're the one who invented it, aren't you?

No, no! The wolfskin man brought that game with him!

Okay. Who is wolfskin man?

A stranger who arrived three nights ago.

Just before the werewolves started eating the villagers.

Okay. Well, maybe he can help us get home.

-Where is Wolfskin? -I don't know!

-He disappeared the next morning. -Alright, what did he look like?

Uh, he was a man… Yes.

Wearing a wolfskin!

-Oh, please! I beg you! -Alright.

I don't wanna be burned at the stake. Please get me out.

I'm not a wizard, I'm rubbish at cooking, never mind potions!

-Alright. It's alright. -Who stole my helmet?

Uh, come on, Mom. We've gotta go.

-Here, this way! -Yes! Okay.

-Thank you, Childéric. Good luck! -What do you mean ''good luck"?

-You've got to get me out! -Try not to worry.

I'm your attorney now.

Oh, alright.

Hey, wait! What exactly is an attorney?

Who were you talking to?

To these bars.

They got a lot to say.

So apparently, some man called Wolfskin brought him the game,

but then Wolfskin disappeared.

So, if we want to get back home,

we've got to play the game and we've got to win.

Winning the game means finding all of the werewolves and killing them.

Kill them all. Gimme a break. We're not gonna kill Louise!

Hang on. There are four cards for werewolves,

so four werewolves. Mm-hm.

Maybe if we just kill three of them, it'll still work.

Sure. We could just kill two of them, mix them up with squirrel balls

and see what happens.

-Do you have a real suggestion? -No!

-Well, then… -Looks like we're gonna die here in 1497.

Which works out well. I always wanted leprosy.

I'm not gonna sit here twiddling my thumbs, waiting to get eaten.

We'll find the other werewolves, kill them, go from there.

I'll head to the village, try to figure out the vibe.

Figure out the vibe?

Oh, yeah. Figure out the vibe, get a sense of…

I'll snoop around. For some reason, I feel very perceptive.

Perceptive? That's the last word I'd use for him.

He didn't even notice that Clara quit school…

-When did you quit school? -Huh?

Clara, get back here immediately! Clara? Where'd she go?

Clara! So, how long have you known about that?

Well, what made you guess it, huh?

You're the Seer! That's your power! You can read people's thoughts.

I'm not the Seer! I'm perceptive. That's all! You know, I'm just…

…vibing!

Well, if you're not reading my thoughts, then you have no idea

that I had a crush on one of Cedric's groomsmen at the wedding last summer.

And while you were dancing, I cornered him in the kitchen.

Then he kissed my neck

and slipped his hand under my blouse.

He felt me up very, very gently--

-Who's the bastard? I'll murder him. -See? I was right!

-That's a shameful, creepy power! -Oh, yeah?

-Yeah. -And you cheating on me isn't shameful?

-Oh! -I didn't cheat on you with anyone,

but if you keep on reading my freakin' mind,

I might just consider it.

-Oh! -Oh!

Let me make it clear, Jérôme.

I explicitly forbid you from reading my thoughts.

Yeah, well at least I've got a power. Hm?

At least I can be useful.

Whoa! That's enough.

We've got three werewolves to kill and kids to get back to 2024.

-Shh! -2024?

Do you really come from the future?

We'll be asking the questions here.

Who are you? Why are you here?

My uh-- My name is

Piero.

I live down the road from Childéric.

I-I-I'm an artist.

A bit of an inventor.

And I came here to uh--

To take some things that he uh-- He can't take.

Poor man. He's finished. He'll burn at the stake, you know?

And why were you snooping around before?

Here, people don't really like my kind.

-You're a werewolf, is that it? -No!

Were-- I'm not! I'm not a werewolf.

Jérôme!

Go on! Use your power.

Check out what he's got in his head.

Huh?

Whoa-whoa-whoa!

Be gentle, okay?

He's speaking Italian.

What does this mean:

È tanto bello quando si concentra?

"He is very handsome when he's concentrating."

Oh, you mean you're--

No, no, no, no, no. We don't care about those kinds of things!

-It's fine! -Oh, no?

Ah, so you're, uh--

Uh-- You're very lucky.

Because in the future, it won't give you any problems, right?

Because now,

here, if people find out that I'm attracted to men,

they'll tear my skin off.

They'll boil me alive, they'll draw and quarter me.

Really?

Oh, yeah, right. It's the Middle Ages.

Can we please untie him?

Hm.

-Yes! -Alright.

Thank you.

She's very sweet.

Thank you, honey.

Could I trouble you for something to drink?

-Oh, yes. -A bit of vino.

Clara! Where is--

Would you bring this man some water?

So, in order for us to get back home, we've got to find the werewolves.

So, uh, you wouldn't happen to know who they are?

No. If I knew who they were, then I'd, uh--

Oh, that's my daughter, she's invisible.

Hm.

Oh, yes, of course. Uh, it's a little inconvenient.

Ah, but I might be able to do something for your daughter.

So, you see?

This is a special kind of glaze.

A group of explorers brought it back with them from the Americas.

-Uh-- Wait. You know the Americas? -Of course.

Alright. So, what I did is I perfected it.

-No? -Mm…

Alright. Now, look.

It's supple!

Understand?

It's stretchy. And also tough.

So it's rubber, right?

-Rubber? -Yes.

So, what do you plan on doing with it?

I thought if, uh--

If your daughter gets down into it, right?

Into-- What do you call it? Uh, rubber?

Then it'll give her another sort of skin. A kind of mask, capito?

But she can remove it anytime.

She can lift it off easily!

-Practical, no? -Yeah, that's not a bad idea.

-Not bad. -Sure, except that uh…

Well, my daughter's skin is--

The color's too pale.

The rubber, right?

Alright, that's no problem. Take this a second.

I'll make it darker.

Look here.

Watch this now.

There you go! Oh, no. More, more, more, more, more.

-You sure? -Yes, more.

-More! -Perfect, perfect.

No. Look, let me--

-No, no, no! -That's more like it!

-What are you doing, man? -There! Yeah.

That's like Clara.

That's my daughter.

That? That's your daughter?

-Uh, no! -No!

She's his daughter.

Clara, is the daughter I had with another woman.

Exactly.

And Théo's not my son. He's her son. He's hers.

- I had Théo with my first husband. -Yes.

-There you go. -Oliver.

Yeah, well and my ex-- No, I'm Jérôme. Jérôme.

Oliver was Marie's first husband, so--

Hang on. Wait. The first? You mean, Oliver?

-Yes, Olivier. -But Clara--

-And Clara is my daughter. -Exactly.

Uh…

And then we had Louise. She's our daughter together.

Ah! Finalmente!

It's complicated, huh?

That's the future, where uh,

there is freedom, everyone mixes with…

-How about we stir now? -Yes, yes. Stir.

-You stir. -We're stirring.

We stir.

There. Almost done.

There we go!

No, not quite. Look. You're missing one right here.

-There. Yes. -You sure? Here?

-Yeah! That's it. -There we go!

Ha! Now that's-- That, is my girl.

Ah!

Ah…

And here is the most important part. The eyes, the window to the soul.

Ha!

-Oh… -Huh?

Um…

-Uh… -Shake.

Shake! Shake your head. Move it around a bit! Yes!

There!

-Oh. That's so much better. -Ha!

So, now I think we're ready for the final touch.

Whoa!

I simply love dressing up.

-Yes, of course. -Yes.

Why not!

Anyway, choose whichever one you want.

This, uh, this one? Oh, yes!

This one's lovely.

Alright.

-There. -Wow.

-Wow. -Yes?

-Much better! -Oh, yes!

Oh, yes! I forgot!Wait!

It's a small invention of mine!

For you, free of charge.Now…

Wait, here!

Try again! Eh?

My wig is totally awful!

-Can you hear me? -Yes, we do darling!

Perfectly!

It's great! It's perfect! It's perfectly-- Look!

Whoa…

Rubber!

No, no.

Look. Do you have a bit of makeup?

Sure!

-I've the perfect thing. I'll get it. -No. It's fine.

You're naturally beautiful, I swear.

-Thanks, but we must find the werewolves. -Oh! Thank you, Piero!

You're welcome.

Uh, yes, yes. Si! Uh, have a good hunt!

-Who is she? -Who is this?

-If they try ambushing us, I'll… -Dad…

-Where's this one from? -Hey…

This one is my daughter.

And your daughter can defend herself.

You wanna know where I'm from?

I come from a land

that's burning

on the wind.

A land of rocky mountains

surrounding lakes,

which, for the living

is a bit like hell!

Yes, Connemara.

Does anyone have a problem with that?

Do you have a problem with that?

No, no, no. I-I-It sounds great.

Seriously.

Hm.

The Sheriff has captured a beast!

There'll be an execution!

Villagers of Miller's Hollow!

The last execution was a regrettable misunderstanding.

The shepherd was innocent.

Alright! Calm down.

But this time, we've made sure! This woman, here, is one of the beasts!

Ah…

I swear before God that's false!

I swear I'm innocent!

You're a liar!

Everybody knows that you're odd.

You have yet to marry anyone, and you're already 17!

These people are nuts.

I know. It's the Middle Ages, yeah.

Good villagers, is this woman one of the beasts?

Yes!

No…

And what punishment shall she have?

Death!

Get to work, Executioner.

This can't be happening. We can't let them kill her.

Can't we do something?

If we try to do anything at all, they'll behead us too.

She could actually be a werewolf.

Which would be great.

No, no, no.

No!

Captain! The sun's about to set!

Now, hurry! Do it!

What the hell was that?

What do you mean what the hell was that?

We're out here executing every day, of course, equipment's gonna wear down!

-Don't you have a backup axe? -Do you carry a backup sword?

Of course I do!

Well, good for you, then.

Do you know how much an executioner makes?

My profit margins are nothing…

We'll talk about this later! We've got to execute her, quickly.

And what should I do it with? Will the handle work?

Captain!

The sun has gone down!

Move!

In the name of justice!

Oh! We gotta go.

My son!

Please save my son!

-Please! -I'm on it.

No, Dad. Hang on!

Don't worry, my boy. I'm more sturdy than you think.

Save my son, please! Help him!

Yeah. Well, if they provided better tools, it would be easier.

WEREWOLF

-I got her card. -That was awesome, Gilbert.

-So cool. -Hey! What's happening?

No, Louise! Block your ears!

-We've got to go after her! -Hurry! Everyone split up!

Go!

Loulou!

Louise!

Louise!

Louise!

-Louise! -Louise!

Quickly, everyone! Get back to your homes!

There! A baby beast!

Where's the baby bunny?

Not a baby bunny, a baby beast! A beast that's a baby!

There it is! Follow me!

Louise?

Louise?

-Louise? -Louise?

-It's okay, it's okay. Gilbert has Louise. -And where's Clara?

-I don't know. -Damn it.

Go back to the house. I'll look for her.

Just don't die.

-Okay? -I won't.

Now, go on.

Right.

I'm fine.

-He's probably gonna die. -Hm.

Clara?

Don't move. I'll send them further away.

No. No. No, no, no, no!

Dad! Trust me.

Hey!

Being invisible isn't the same as being worthless.

Okay.

Be careful.

I see it! Get them! They're here.

This one's mine!

Good. Two to go.

-Hopefully. -I know how to find them.

Look at this. She's still got her baby teeth.

And her hair is the same and her cheeks are, too.

So, even as a werewolf, it's still Louise!

And I'm pretty sure it's the same for the others. I saw them up close.

So, tomorrow we can look for them among the villagers.

We'll kill them and then take their cards away.

I saw the leader of the pack. She's female.

She had white paws, so she must be older.

Yeah.

♪ A little less conversation A little more action ♪

There was also a male. He had a big gut and a bad limp.

♪ A little more bite, a little less bark ♪

♪ A little less fight A little more spark ♪

♪ Close your mouth and open up your heart And baby satisfy me ♪

So now, we've got all the info we need to find them.

Hello there, Minstrel!

Are you flirting with old women?

Do you know her?

Old Mother Warter?

She's wonderful.

Well, you can't trust anyone.

She might be one of the beasts.

Impossible.

She only just came back from the city today.

Did you show Daniel your buns, honey?

-Uh. Come again? -There.

Oh, right. Uh, yes.

Uh, no. Um, thank you.

Be careful.

He's a bit odd, that minstrel, isn't he?

Yes, a bit.

But that's a musician for you.

Ah.

♪ Come on, baby, I'm tired of talking ♪

♪ Grab your coat and let's start walking ♪

From around here?

You bet I'm from around here!

I'm the oldest in the village.

I'm 52 years young!

Okay.

You get out of here right now!

Go on! Get out of here!

He's the one. He's a wolf!

Go and tell the others that we found one. I'll take care of him!

Don't move!

I'm warning you.

I've got powers!

So don't go getting any ideas about transforming yourself!

Transform into what? Why would I transform?

Into a werewolf!

There's blood!

On your clothes, there's blood!

-See? -Ah!

That's nothing at all!

That's from my husband's beatings!

Huh?

Alright.

Who is he?

Ah.

-The one in the middle? -Mm-hm.

Perfect.

Hello there, sir.

Mrs. Poulain-Vassier.

I'm your wife's attorney.

-Her what? -Her attorney.

Who-- Who is this?

I have no idea. I don't understand a word.

Yes, well, do you admit that you beat your wife?

Well, obviously, I beat her. She's my wife.

Hang on now!

I don't just beat her for nothing!

I beat her if the soup is too cold, I beat her if it's too hot.

I beat her if she takes too long gathering wood.

Sometimes she has the gall to ask me to take a bath!

-Oh… -I know I push my luck.

Don't you think there are better ways to discuss things with your spouse

rather than beating her?

Huh?

-I could whip her? -No.

-I could drown her? -No!

-Could he boil me in oil? -No!

You can communicate!

Just speak to each other.

Equal to equal. See?

He can still give me a little slap now and then.

-Yeah. -Listen. Do what you want.

I don't know, I'd have divorced him three times by now.

Whoa!

What do you mean you'd divorce him?

-Hm… -Huh?

Marriage is an unbreakable sacrament, Minstrette.

We do not divorce anybody! You are perpetuating heresy!

No, I didn't mean divorce for real…

-Hm. -I just-- It's fine.

Look. Take my information down.

Just in case, okay?

I'll just borrow this for a second.

There.

You can write, woman?

No. No, not at all.

-She's a witch! -No, no. I'm not a witch.

-You're a witch! -No, hang on. Don't go on a witch hunt!

-Witch hunt? -Yeah. You know, the English--

No, not--

You heard the witch!

She's in league with the English swine! Seize her!

-Yes! Burn her! -No!

Burn!

I'm not a witch and I'm not in league with the English!

No!

Your husband loves you very much, witch.

He came to your defense.

So, no more burning?

Don't worry, the burning's still on.

You can have five minutes with Daniel.

Minstrel!

-Five minutes. -Yes.

Not a second more!

Oh!

-Jérôme! -Whoa, whoa! Whoa!

-No touching! -Hey!

Fine.

My descendant!

You're my spitting image!

Hey! Have you also got a strange birthmark?

-No. -You blind in your right eye?

-No. -Scabs on your scrotum?

Uh, what now?

Do you have scabs on your scrotum?

No. Listen…

Uh, I wouldn't mind a little bit of privacy right now.

Oh sure, of course.

Yes.

Are you alright? Huh?

What about the kids?

How are they?

Not too into this idea of you being burned at the stake.

Well, at least there's a silver lining.

-Apparently, you don't feel it. -It's better than being impaled.

Well, there you go.

But more painful than being drawn and quartered.

That doesn't surprise me. I had a friend who was drawn and qu--

Hey, now, hey!

-Are you done? -Right, sorry.

Jérôme…

Your head…

Listen to me.

You've got to get out of here.

With your dad and the kids.

Without you? Not a chance.

Think about it, Jérôme.

We're still missing two of the cards and we're not killing Louise.

We'll never win this game.

But you can all still make it out alive.

So, you have to go. Get away from here.

And leave you to burn at the stake? No way.

There's no other choice.

I'm telling you, we're not leaving without you.

I will go where you go.

We're not gonna win.

Please do it for the kids.

Huh?

Come on! Come on!

Go back home, minstrel. Night is falling.

-Do it for the kids! -Come on! Out!

Do it for the kids!

That's number two! Thanks to who?

Thanks, Gilbert!

WEREWOLF

Don't celebrate all at once.

What did I miss?

Mom got arrested.

They're going to burn her tomorrow.

She wants us to leave Miller's Hollow.

She wants us to go without her.

We're not leaving without her.

I need your help.

Certo, come in.

Good villagers of Miller's Hollow!

Today we will burn this witch and this wizard!

I'm not a wizard.

We will purify their filthy souls

and that of the village.

We will finally be rid of the curse.

Now, witch!

Have you any last words?

My sisters!

In this world,

you are often hit!

You are beaten!

You are burned!

But know that one day you will be equal to all men.

You'll have the right to use your bodies however you want.

You'll be able to divorce, you'll get to have jobs and someday you'll vote!

Yes!

They'll still call us witches for now…

But in the future, we'll be researchers,

and inventors, and pioneers.

So don't lose hope and keep your spirits up!

Remember to fight for your rights!

The future belongs to you!

As for these two idiots here…

-Yeah. We're good here. -…not much going on in their pants!

Men always lie about that kind of thing.

And you?

-Have any last words? -Oh, uh--

Uh.

Uh.

Uh, well, uh, everything she said, pretty much what she said. Bravo!

H-Hang on. Is this, uh, made of hemp?

Because I'm allergic.

I just wanted to warn you. If I swell up, I won't burn as quickly.

-I'm in no rush. -Oh, right.

Hang on!

I am not a-- A wizard!

Put 'em on the pyre!

Stop!

I'd like to ask a favor!

To be allowed to sing one final song to my wife!

Yes! Let the minstrel sing one last song.

-Yes, yes! -Sing, Minstrel.

Yes!

♪ A storm is brewing ♪

♪ A return to the wild ♪

♪ Break down every door and obstruction ♪

♪ Free the wolf from its cage ♪

♪ Feel the wind as it kicks up ♪

♪ May the blood beat in our veins ♪

♪ Turn up the volume on the guitars ♪

♪ And the growl of the motorcycles! ♪

-What's a motorcycle? -No idea.

♪ All it takes is a spark ♪

Whatever.

No, no, no!

♪ Just a little movement ♪

♪ All it takes is a spark ♪

♪ And a word of love ♪

♪ To light up the fire ♪

♪ Light up the fire ♪

♪ To get the demons And the gods to dance ♪

♪ Leave all our troubles behind ♪

♪ Drop our hatchets and our worries ♪

♪ Break free from the chains ♪

♪ Unleash the lion in the ring ♪

Yeah!

♪ I want sparks and lightning ♪

♪ The smell of gun powder and thunder ♪

It's me, Théo!

♪ I want party and laughter ♪

Come on! Hurry up!

♪ I wanna hear the crowd go wild! ♪

♪ All it takes is a spark ♪

♪ Not much ♪

♪ Just barely a touch ♪

♪ All it takes is a spark ♪

♪ And just some… ♪

Sing with me, Sheriff!

♪ Light up the fire ♪

♪ Light up the fire ♪

♪ And get the demons And the gods to dance ♪

The music from your era is really atrocious!

Shut up!

♪ Light up the fire ♪

♪ Light up the fire ♪

Go, Théo!

♪ And see the flame growing in your eyes ♪

The prisoners are escaping!

After them!

Come back, Daniel.

Daniel!

Fire at will!

Arms at the ready!

I want them dead or alive!

Is everyone doing alright?

Been better.

-Yeah. -I'm so-so…

Damn it. Hang on, I'm coming.

Don't worry, I've got this!

-You're supposed to leave it in the flesh! -Oh. Okay!

You witch!

Uh, I was thinking, Jérôme.

If Marie doesn't make it back,

that might be the chance for you to look at things differently.

To have another life.

-You and me-- -Marie!

She's returned. Wonderful.

I told you to leave to save the kids!

You can yell at me later on. There are soldiers on our trail.

Everyone alright?

Yeah, fine.

Oh!

Hold still.

No, no! Put the arrow back!

Stop touching me!

-Stop touching me! -Sorry, I just--

Sorry. No, no, no, no. Okay.

What are we supposed to do now?

Well, I'm pretty sure the sheriff's gonna be looking for you everywhere.

So, I think you should all go and hide in the church now.

You see, I built a secret tunnel inside.

But you can't get inside if you don't enter a three-digit code.

Okay.

And so, the first number, it corresponds to the number of heads

of the mythical Cerberus guarding--

-Would you please tell us? -The code! The code!

Okay, 3-1-6.

Okay, let's go.

Oh! If you want some light,

you've gotta lift the big handle at the door!

Go on. Go!

Help me, Clara!

Wow!

Okay, Théo!

Go put Louise somewhere safe, over there, at the back.

And put her headphones on, okay?

Where do we put in the code?

I've no idea!

-Well, let's look. -Let's go.

Here.

You're not scared, right? Careful, okay?

Found it!

-Where? -This is entrance to the tunnel!

-Here! -Everyone, take a corner.

-Yes. -Here.

What's the order of the code?

I've got no idea. He said it was 3-1-6.

Clara, you do the three,

you do the one and I'll do the six.

Three. One.

And six.

Kids, get out of here, now!

Go hide somewhere. Go on!

You go and hide somewhere.

-Théo! -Look out, Clara!

That's it! Yes!

Go on!

No!

Ah!

-Théo! -Stay back!

Shoot it! Come on, shoot!

I'm sorry. I have the power of Cupid.

If she dies, I die.

I saw them up close. She's female. She had white paws.

It's you or us.

Nobody messes with my son.

You must not touch it!

My battery ran out.

Loulou! Put on your headphones!

-Loulou! Loulou, it's Mommy. -Easy now.

♪ Where I live, forests sway ♪

♪ And rooftops scrape the sky ♪

♪ The water torrents are violent ♪

♪ And the blizzards are eternal ♪

♪ The wolves are at our doors ♪

♪ And all the children understand them ♪

♪ We hear the screams from New York ♪

♪ And the boats on the Seine ♪

♪ I'll go where you go ♪

♪ You'll be my nation ♪

♪ I'll go where you go ♪

♪ Whatever the place ♪

♪ Whatever the spot ♪

What the hell are they doing?

Louise!

-Yes, Loulou! -That's it!

That's it, Louise! You can do it!

-That's it! -Yes, that's it!

Yeah!

No!

Louise!

WEREWOLF

She's the Witch!

It's Daddy.

Is she okay?

Oh!

Are you okay?

Oh.

Oh, my sweet darling. Oh!

Oh.

Whoa.

CUPID

Looks like we won.

I always knew I had a power.

I guess it was waiting for the right moment.

If you decide to come back again, try to make it in June.

We celebrate Saint John.

We dance and drink, uh, we burn redheads and albinos.

It's fun for everyone.

-Sounds great. -Oh, yes. The children will love it!

-Yes. Have a safe trip, huh? -Jérôme!

-Jérôme! -Goodbye!

Yes?

Grazie, Jérôme.

You're welcome.

I have to say, I uh…

I'm inspired.

Oh, well…

And so I'm going to uh,

-go back home to Florence. -Hm.

And maybe I'll start painting again.

Thanks to you.

-It was nothing. -And

you've inspired me to use my real name.

-Oh, because it's not Piero? -Oh, no.

It's Leonardo Piero…

-Hm. -…da Vinci.

Yeah.

Ha.

Buy every single thing he paints.

You're joking. His paintings are crap.

You need to buy it all.

All.

Ciao.

Ciao.

Travel well!

My family's beautiful, huh?

Yes, very.

Especially Jérôme.

HUNTER

-Marie? -Huh?

What?

Oh, damn it!

It didn't work.

That's JP.

H-- Hello?

Yeah. I'm on my way. Relax!

Wow!

Are you guys working at the medieval thing in the village, too?

Honestly, they did you pretty dirty with those ratty costumes.

That wasn't cool.

You alright?

W-We're fine. Thanks a lot, mister.

Oh my goodness!

You okay, Dad?

Well, uh…

I'm not sure, I…

I, uh--

I remember seeing knights.

And werewolves.

I think I'm losing my mind.

No, Grandpa.

No, Dad. You're fine. Don't worry.

Ah.

Come on.

-Let's go. -Yeah.

Let's go inside.

My dear Jérôme,

I loved getting to be myself with you these last few days.

But I think we both know that it won't last.

I'm going to keep forgetting things,

a name here or a story there,

until one day,

I won't remember anything at all.

And so,

I'm taking advantage of having my memory back

to write it all down.

Everything that I can remember.

Everything that mattered.

I hope you'll tell me all about it.

I love you.

Dad.

DONATED BY THE VASSIER FAMILY

Can we leave? We've been here over an hour.

Oh, a little longer.

I explained all the paintings to Grandpa.

-Great. -Hm.

You know, I think I still prefer the original.

You're just jealous. till prefer the original.