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I am going to show you the basics of the non-verbal hypnosis.

The gold of the beginning, O bed!

To the splendor of the myth and the epic, O tiger!

And this gold, please!

This gold!

O your hair, under my desiring hands!

O your hair!

So?

It's very beautiful.

But why do you always write about me?

Why don't you write real stories?

A story where you would invent, for example?

Invent? Invent what?

We never invent anything!

I put my hand on the fire, it would be wonderful.

You are looking for the gist and the pittance.

And you were told that at the doctor's we always open the door to the needy.

Well, you were told correctly.

You suffer from deafness.

It's on the nerves.

Ah, you are deaf and mute, very good.

Well, very good.

Come in, please.

Madeleine!

Madeleine, I'm going to get a blanket.

You keep the books.

I'll help you with my daughter.

Yes.

That's true, he can't hear.

We claim to be a civilized country, while three quarters of our citizens are illiterate.

Flies, bees, a library has fallen on you.

You know how to write?

Come in.

Ah, I understand.

You mean most of these authors are dead.

Yes, but their work remains alive.

And forever, it reaches us.

Like the light of the dead stars.

Come on.

We will continue this interesting conversation at the table.

Madeleine, did you warn Joséphine?

Yes.

What time is it?

It's often around 8 o'clock.

Come on.

No hurry, Paul.

Paul, we have a very special guest tonight.

You can speak without fear, the poor man is deaf and mute.

As you can see, he presents all the characteristics of the arriéré creature.

Half-wild.

But we feel him gifted with an authentic innate cognitive vivacity.

The way he drew a word earlier on the page

demonstrates his ability to imitate, to which it would suffice to add the real understanding.

What do you say, Joséphine?

When she left in her dreams, it would be useless to insist.

What?

But I think about it.

You may know how to read.

With you, I feel that I'm not at the end of my surprises.

Yes, go ahead.

I'm not hungry.

To read, to come back.

But can you tell me, for example,

what fate has in store for me and my daughter?

Strength?

Weakness?

Illness?

Don't tell me you're giving any credit to these fairytales.

Femme...

naissance.

Here, it's almost French.

Femme naissance.

Interesting.

A real artist.

I'll take you to the circus.

Fascinating.

How do you do it?

I am

the

son

of

God.

I

am

from

heaven.

Not bad, my friend.

I'm a convinced atheist.

Joséphine, however,

is just as convinced as her late mother.

She's the one who's going to scream at the blasphemers.

I don't care. I never believed it anyway.

Here you go, Arta.

We're late, doctor.

Ah, Madeleine.

What's with that grumpy face?

You don't feel well?

You'll just have to keep the room today.

You promise?

You're going to the races tomorrow.

Do you want me to stay with you?

Joséphine!

Are you there?

That's it, the macaque has returned to his wild life.

You have to leave me.

I'm sick.

What do you want?

I don't know.

I'll come by tonight if you want.

Did you come looking for food?

For the road?

Where's my father?

He'll be here in a moment.

Where's your father?

He'll be ready soon.

Here?

Here.

It was my favorite room when I was little.

Little?

In summer, we used to bathe here.

Here?

My wet feet.

My wet feet?

My wet feet in my father's hands.

That's all.

I run in the garden.

So?

So much blood.

My blood.

Majesty.

Wait! What do you want from me?

Nothing.

What?

Nothing.

Let me go then.

No.

Go.

Go away.

I'm sorry.

Poor thing.

Poor thing.

Where did you go?

They took us away.

Valamary is in father's back.

And you see this?

Look closely.

I have secrets.

The spoon of beans.

She's crazy, like me.

Her contempt.

She doesn't give a damn.

She doesn't refuse.

I wouldn't say I'm intrigued, madam.

Let's go. Do you want me to stay here?

No. Come on, Doris, go home with your mother.

Wait for me, Aziz, I'll follow you.

He won't go.

I don't know if you're in love with him.

I know what you're going to do to me.

Do you want to see her laugh?

And walk around the room?

Like a pilgrim?

Stop it, you son of a bitch!

Do you want me to take your daughter too?

You, take the light.

Come with us.

Haven't you ever slept?

No.

Come on.

Take the light.

It's hot.

She's dead.

Wait, you bastard.

What's that noise?

We'll see what happens.

What's going on?

What's going on?

Don't look for him.

Don't look for him!

You're lucky he's still alive.

Otherwise, you'll be in big trouble.

You'll lose your family and your whole family.

Where are you, my love?

We're very poor.

Long live the hospital!

Long live the country!

Come here.

Come here.

Where are we going?

This way.

Can't we stop for a while?

I can't take it anymore.

I'm warning you.

I won't do it again.

Wouldn't it be better?

I got it.

What's your name?

I don't even know your name.

What's your name?

Augustus.

Tiberius.

Augustus. Tiberius.

Caligula.

Claudius.

Nero.

Vespasianus.

Titus.

Domitianus.

Bravo!

Where did you learn that?

Atreanus.

Polycanus.

Timothée.

Timothée.

Have you ever taken someone like that with you?

A woman?

A man?

A dog?

You didn't take him?

You?

You took me.

You know it, witch!

I don't know what it's called, but you're going to jail for that.

Who are you?

Have you ever seen yourself in a mirror?

In the river?

Look at yourself.

You're a beast.

A macaque.

Do you know what macaque means?

You're disgusting.

You stink.

You're a monster.

One day, I'll kill you too.

You won't wait any longer.

Sir!

Save me! I beg you!

Who are you?

What do you want from me?

Are you crazy?

Save yourself!

Dominaleçon.

Take the world in my hands.

All the beasts of the forest, come.

Create a great abyss.

Abomination.

God is a wild beast.

We'll come back to heal you, both of you.

We'll come back to heal you, both of you.

It's not enough, the plague will spread.

You'll get sick.

Listen to me, my father is a doctor.

I'm never sick.

Never.

I've seen the mountain.

Hard.

Do you drink often?

Yes.

Have you ever killed someone?

No.

Are you crazy?

Take her for the saint of your life.

It's the first time I drink wine.

I'm going to turn my head.

Can we have a little show?

Alex!

Alex!

My name is Josephine Hugues, I live in Guillaume's house, I disappeared, well, someone forced me to follow him, and there, I was able to escape, they must be looking for me everywhere now.

J'adore l'humain.

Come here.

Come.

How do you know if you caught someone? Do you feel it?

No.

I come like this, I look at the other, and I see, you're in, you're in the head, I open wide.

And what do you see, for example, in my head?

You.

Josephine.

I see.

I don't see.

There's nothing to see.

I'm not afraid of death, you know.

It's like falling asleep.

Do you know what we're going to do?

Slowly.

I'm going to let myself go, backwards.

And you're going to hold me back just by your gaze, your magnetic force.

You can do it, can't you?

Josephine!

Wake up, Josephine!

So, what happened?

What happened?

Do you have a headache?

It was just for fun.

Wait!

I have a plan!

You have to go to your little heart.

Do you want me to cut your hand off?

My body.

Him, my head.

I don't know what I'm doing with you.

Stop.

Stop!

Was it you who made Timothée the way he is?

Was it you who gave him his power?

No, Captain.

It was you, Maxime.

It was you!

Fabio, Antonio!

Let's go!

Josephine.

This is your life with her.

Don't worry.

It'll be over soon.

What?

What do you mean, it'll be over soon?

I'll be back soon, I promise.

I'll be back soon, I promise.

Hold this.

It's as you wish.

We'll take him to the hospital as soon as possible.

Josephine.

Is this Timothée Castellan?

Yes.

Timothée Castellan, I arrest you for kidnapping and kidnapping.

Mum!

Mum!

Mum!

Mum!

Are you okay, Miss?

Yes.

I'm scared.

I thought you wouldn't come back.

It's okay now.

I'm here.

He didn't touch anything.

He's never been sick.

That's what you think.

It's over now.

He just needs to rest.

I'll take care of him, don't worry.

So?

I'm the one who should be tied up and do the morning exercise.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

I'm going to get up.

It's the joy of finding me that annoys you.

Protein and calcium.

Protein and calcium for you.

Protein and calcium.

Come on, no salamalek.

Sit down.

The little girl has stopped in time, it seems.

Well, Castellan, Timothée.

What are you going to tell me about this escape with Miss Lug?

I want to talk to her in person.

Why did you take her?

Well, especially how?

I imagine she didn't follow you for your charm, your conversation.

Did you threaten her?

Did you understand my question?

What did you do to Miss Lug for her to come with you?

Did you beat her?

Did you rape her afterwards?

Did you rape her?

Rape.

Yes.

Did you deflower her?

Did you abuse her, her body?

Did you have sex with her?

Sex.

We don't play the idiots.

So what happened? I'm listening to you.

I met her.

Her.

I was desperate.

Great loneliness.

Ominous.

Vast disappointment.

I wanted death.

I said to her.

Come here.

Come here.

The mother of her is not dead.

Well.

How did you force her to come with you?

To sleep with you?

Did you manipulate her?

No.

Did you seduce her?

Did you put her to sleep with your eyes?

No.

I.

Know.

End.

She wanted it.

She wanted it?

Yes.

You didn't force her, right?

I quote.

Joseph Coudroyer.

The wizard.

He always repeated the same gestures.

He put his hand on her back.

Clémence Coudroyer was terrified by him.

But she obeyed him like a dog.

She did what she wanted.

Cyprien Coudroyer went around the room on her knees.

He made her climb the stairs while counting the steps.

After I scratched her on the inside of her feet, she remained dead.

Is that enough?

Or do you want more?

So you magnetized her?

Yes.

She paid respect to Coudroyer.

She also scratched her knees with her blood to entertain these brave people.

Thanks to their speciality.

But you.

You know how to do that.

Force people to do what you want.

Move them like puppets.

Yes.

Have you ever done that with others?

Yes.

It seems to please you.

Yes.

I don't know if you're aware of what you're doing in the eyes of justice.

So you did to Josephine Hug what you did to others.

You magnetized her.

She.

She.

She made me do everything.

Everything.

From the bone to my soul.

I don't hear anything.

We're going away from the kitchen.

You got yourself beautiful right away, right?

And so, beautiful soul that you are, you took her.

Like we capture an animal, like that, by force.

No.

What, no?

It was her will.

Her will made me fall.

What are you saying?

Was it her will?

She.

She.

Wanted.

Everything.

She wanted everything.

I'm investigating your kidnapping.

What are you investigating?

There's nothing to discover.

That would allow me to judge, Miss.

The man, Castellan, seems to be of a rather frustrated nature.

He seemed to me almost simple in spirit.

Is that what he seemed to you too?

Yes.

He doesn't seem to realize the gravity of the facts at all, if they were confirmed.

He may be banned.

But back to the facts.

Did you already meet Castellan before he showed up that night at your father's house?

No.

Yes, I saw him once on the village square.

Outside the church.

All the people present at the dinner show your reserved attitude.

You remained silent.

Absent.

I had the impression...

He was scaring me.

What were you afraid of, Miss?

I don't know.

I went to bed all dressed up.

The next day, however, when he came back to find you alone,

all of a sudden,

you put him at your table.

You prepared him to eat.

I thought he was a holy man.

You were afraid of a holy man?

Do you recognize this ring, Miss?

No.

Does it belong to you?

Does it belong to you?

No.

Your father found it on the floor after you left.

It doesn't matter.

You said that Castellan had come back to find you and that,

I quote,

"...producing on you these magical passes,

you have, I quote,

gradually lost all control."

Is that true, Miss?

Yes.

I was nothing.

He possessed me.

How did he force you?

Was he armed?

No.

Did he threaten you?

No.

How then?

How what?

How did he force you to follow him,

to obey him?

How did he force you

to do everything he forced you to do?

By his voice.

By his eyes.

By him, I don't know.

In what state would you say he plunged you into?

In a kind of...

lethargy.

Which you don't seem to be quite out of, by the way.

You are described, I quote,

as a discreet, pious young woman,

wise in her duties in her family and in her household.

I am commonplace.

Did nothing prevent you from leaving everything

to follow on the paths of a dubious vagabond

with a repulsive appearance?

I told you, I wasn't myself.

But were you aware of what was going on?

Yes.

I could see well.

But I couldn't do anything.

I was...

held by a force.

And this force, as you say,

held you

during all the days that followed?

Not all the time.

Yes, maybe.

I don't know.

All this is a bit floating, Miss.

I don't understand what you're blaming me for in the end.

Do you think I followed this beggar for my own pleasure?

And even if I had followed him with all my heart?

Should I go to jail for that?

No, but he wouldn't go either.

Do you see the difference?

And then, dear or not,

you will have to decide, Miss.

End of the vagabond.

We are not the justice of poets.

It's one thing, or it's another.

Do you understand?

So, of two things, one.

Either Castellan took you away,

taking you on the path against your will,

by abusing you with his only power of magnetizer,

or you followed him with all your heart.

And Castellan is only guilty of having seduced you.

I'm listening.

He took me away,

against my will,

out of pure envy.

Well,

did he rape you?

Yes.

Several times?

Yes.

He made me fall into weakness.

And then he abused me.

Did he do it often?

Every time he wanted to.

He envied me.

When this man touched me,

I saw abysses opening up in front of me.

Have you ever been consenting?

No.

He says it was your own will.

And that,

is that my will?

I felt you.

Castellan, he lost his hand.

I didn't cut it.

Perfect.

It's perfect.

Thank you.

Now it's clean.

Oh, one last thing.

Guioles' legend reports that your mother, Catherine Hugues,

suffered from a slight mental alteration

that she sometimes even lost her mind in long intervals.

Mr. Claude Perrier even reports, I quote,

having seen her one day

voluntarily plunge her hand into the fire, laughing.

He can say whatever he wants, I don't care!

He can do it for her!

Thank you, Miss.

One last thing.

I asked Dr. Corvaux to examine you

so that he could assess your receptivity to magnetism.

He's a specialist in these matters,

but his opinion is only consultative.

It has no value, no conclusion.

Do you see an inconvenience

in taking this little test?

No.

And you, Doctor,

don't you see an inconvenience in leaving us

for the good part of the experiment?

No.

You're not doing anything.

You're here,

in the room.

You know this room.

The desks, the clock, the wall.

You can read the clock.

3 hours and 24 minutes.

Very well.

The room remains there

around us,

but your visual field is narrowed.

You look into my eyes.

I'm going to film.

Yes.

Do you think you'll close your eyes

when I snap my fingers?

I don't know.

Now I'm going to come to you.

I'm going to pinch your right arm.

I'm going to pinch it hard, but you won't feel any pain.

Do you want to try?

Yes.

Ouch!

Are you stupid or what? You hurt me!

You entered a semi-trance.

If you endured the iron mark

without feeling anything,

a pinch on the arm seemed like something else.

You don't know anything.

Child of everything, child of nothing,

all the children are looking for their feet

in the coming night.

Josephine,

are you asleep?

Are you feeling better?

No.

I don't know what's wrong.

You're fine.

And you, how are you?

I'm fine.

Show me your shoulder.

It's nothing.

Show me!

What did he do to you?

I didn't feel anything.

Me neither.

That dog touched you as he wanted.

What did he do to you?

It's irreparable.

I was sure you were going to talk about it.

Of course I'm talking about it.

What do you want?

You don't need to talk about it.

No.

It would relieve you.

It would help you.

It would help me.

There's nothing to say.

What did he do to you during all this time?

Tell me what he did to you.

I don't know, I was unconscious.

You weren't unconscious all this time.

You could have run away.

Find a moment.

Don't you fall asleep at night?

The police officer asked me the same questions.

Didn't you listen?

Why?

Why did you stay with him?

The trial is soon, you'll judge.

This man, holding his thumb and middle finger,

made a gesture with his fingers,

as if he were putting a pinch of something in my plate.

I didn't see anything fall from his fingers.

I didn't have time to put the spoon in my mouth.

I felt like...

dying.

During all this trip, Castellan abused me,

making me feel weak every time he liked me.

I was always pursued by the desire

to return to my father.

But it was impossible for me

without being able to tell you why.

I still suffer a lot.

The idea of this man torments me.

This man lost his reputation.

I didn't do anything wrong.

This man was the devil to me.

What am I going to become?

I took pity on myself,

because I'm nothing anymore.

Thank you, Miss.

You can go back to your seat.

Castellan, you have forced,

by means of embezzlement

and magnetic suggestion,

the plaintiff, Josephine Hug,

to give up her prayer

and follow you on the streets,

as well as to have with you

a guilty relationship

to which the unfortunate could not give

a free and conscious consent.

Consent made perfectly impossible

by her state of dormant.

Do you recognize him, Castellan?

Do you recognize him?

Are you guilty of repeated rapes

on the person of Josephine Hug

through embezzlement?

Yes, it's true.

Do you recognize

having plunged Josephine Hug

in such a state

that she no longer had the moral freedom

necessary to oppose...

Yes, I recognize her.

Has she ever been conscious?

Never.

Josephine...

Josephine...

Well, that would say it all.

I couldn't do anything.

Not even us.

You're saying that the unfortunate woman saw and felt everything, but couldn't do anything?

Yes. She took my powers.

Entirely in my hands.

Mr. President, there you are.

It seems to me that you are eloquent, without any ambiguity.

Timothée Castellan, having been recognized unanimously by the jury

guilty of the rape and kidnapping of Josephine Hugues,

and this same jury denies you in all attenuating circumstances,

you are sentenced to 12 years in prison.

Today, at 4.01 a.m.

The emperor's luxuries were more special to him than the ambitions of the others.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

Of what?

I'm afraid too.

In the hope of having a journalist's offer.

Thank you.

Do you want me to serve you a cookie?

Are you okay?

Doctor, we can go to the table.

Josephine, go find your father.

Dad, let's eat.

I learned from your father.

All my condolences.

You wanted to talk to me, miss.

I'm leaving the region to go live in Paris.

I'm going to follow Paul, my husband, Paul brother.

I'm going to follow Paul, my husband, Paul brother.

Congratulations, madam brother.

He found a situation in a newspaper.

I had nothing to do here anymore.

Before leaving, I would like to see him one last time.

See Timothée Castellan?

Yes, it can be done.

Thank you.

That was all?

Yes.

Thank you.

What's his name?

He has not been baptized.

His name is not ... yet.

But his name is brother.

Ah, I forgot.

I think this is yours.

Thank you.

How are you?

I'm fine.

How are you?

I'm fine.

You?

I'm fine.

You?

I'm fine.

You?

I'm fine.

You?

I'm fine.

Timothée?

Goodbye, Timothée.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

To be continued

To be continued