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BASED ON THE NOVEL BY FRANCIS RYCK: "UNDESIRABLE COMPANY"

ADAPTATION BY ROBERT ENRICO AND PASCAL JARDIN

Shit.

- It'll be too late. - You say that every time.

I'll come with you.

MEDICAL SECTION

Animals are sweet.

Are you going to Paris?

We'll be there in 30 minutes.

Are we that close to Paris?

Don't you know where you are?

PARIS - WEST

- Ah! - You made me run!

It's your fault!

- Who is it? - David.

- Who? - David!

Ah! It's you!

- Are you alone? - Yes. Why?

I saw someone.

He didn't come up.

Are you spying on me, at 5 a.m?

You're being very weird.

We were meant to have dinner two weeks ago. I waited.

I know.

Coffee?

Are you worried?

Is it serious?

What are these marks?

You're a funny guy.

We meet, we sleep together, then nothing. Two weeks later...

Maybe you're crazy.

Maybe.

Why do you trust me?

Nobody knows that we know each other.

So you aren't in danger.

Well, I hope not.

- Can you give me some money? - You have more than me.

I can't go to my place or write you a cheque.

I can't do anything.

- I won't give it back. - I know.

I'll eat chips for a month, thinking about you.

Do you want to sleep a little?

Yes, I'd really like to.

And then I'll leave.

Don't forget...

you've never seen me.

Do I scare you?

I'm scared too.

These things can happen to anyone.

At any time.

What things, David?

David?

David, tell me.

Are you looking for me?

I say that because I'm the only one here.

I didn't know.

I'm going to the sheep pen.

- There is no longer a sheep pen. - Really?

No. It collapsed at the start of winter.

Sorry.

I'm going to go back down.

It's a funny idea to come up here in winter.

- I like being alone. - Ah!

Me too.

Julia!

Julie!

Jules!

We have company for dinner.

- Who? - A man.

- What man? - I don't know.

But he looks sad.

- Thanks for the stone. - Hey!

It'll be dark soon. Stay at my house.

My name is Thomas Berthelot.

Come on, let's go.

Sorry about before.

When someone comes up, I fear they may be a tourist.

Do I look like a tourist?

Haha, not really.

Come in.

- What do you have in here? - Conserves.

Take your jacket off and warm up.

I'm Julia. And you are...?

Sardines in oil.

Liver paté. Ooh, la la!

You're living on the edge, huh?

He went to the pen.

Oh! Do you want something to drink?

I've got some wine.

My wife is beautiful.

Did you notice?

I'm sure you did.

She loves stones. Schist, sandstone, granite.

Serpentine, overall.

A green marble. It's a true passion.

It was probably an owl.

You get used to it.

I was scared at first.

Whenever I heard a noise at night, I thought I saw someone.

- Is it really necessary? - Swallow.

Hearing means obeying.

Are you alone up here?

Yes.

Does nobody ever come here?

Only in summer.

- Ah! We're out of gas! - Oh!

I'll go and stock up.

You know, if you want,

you can stay here for a few days.

There's space.

Nobody will disturb you here.

- I'm going to leave. - No.

No!

I'm going to make dinner.

I'm going to slow roast some pork with a blueberry jus.

Well, I mean...

What? Don't you feel well?

He must be found in an accident.

Traffic victims are more anonymous because there are lots of them.

He's scared. Did you see his eyes?

Not really.

You don't know how to look.

Oh yes, I do.

Very well.

I can even tell you that this guy...

could be an adventure.

What do you mean?

I don't know.

You don't know but you hope.

Don't you?

Are you bored with me?

- Do you want a slap? - I know you, old dog.

Why don't you dress like this more often?

You're seeing with different eyes tonight.

- Hey! - Hi, redhead.

How are you this morning?

Is he leaving?

Did you sleep well?

- There! - Where?

It's stupid.

- Do you want milk in your coffee? - No.

You're right. Putting milk in coffee completely ruins it.

- They didn't see you. - No. Not at all.

They didn't have time.

No, don't. Let me do it.

I'm Europe's best spreader.

Butter from Charente, it tastes like hazelnut, delicious.

Are they looking for you?

You don't look for someone with a helicopter.

Apart from in specific cases.

- Do you want jam? - No.

That's a mistake.

Thank you.

If you're in danger...

you should stay here.

Right?

It's easier to hide in the city but as long as you have

money and friends.

I no longer have any of that.

- Did you do something serious? - I didn't do anything.

So stay.

Here, you can help me.

- You don't know who I am. - That's true.

Who are you?

My name is David.

David.

No. Stay with him.

If not, he might not trust us and he'll leave.

You're right. What if he jumps on me?

It's because you've made it happen.

I'll find out and I'll hit you, of course.

I might like that.

No. Stay here.

Bye!

Why did you come back?

Thomas let me stay, so you aren't scared.

No.

It's so that you make me talk.

You're not there.

Thomas doesn't ask questions. He knows everything.

He's like that.

Do you have friends in the area?

No. We left them in Paris. We left everything behind.

Why?

Oh... We ran away from bad memories.

And you?

Do you live here all year?

Do you always answer with questions?

- Hello! - Hello, Mr. Berthelot.

- How are you? - All good, yes.

Sorry, sir. While...

- Yes? - I was watching my sheep,

I saw someone

going towards your house.

Maybe not advisable, I don't know.

Well, my wife and I didn't see anybody.

- How much do I owe you? - Are you going to read all these?

No, I look at the pictures to replace the TV.

"They're no longer puritans.

Agricultural ants wrongly called 'sowers',

not at all like their neighbour,

the Mexican barbatus.

I remember seeing a nest one spring morning,

in a rural area of Nouvelle-Orléans.

They were swarming skilfully

in the clear, grassy plain, exposing areas."

It's Thomas.

He writes books.

Animal stories.

Real ones. Not things like animals being weird humans.

It's unnerving, right?

I drew it.

They look like war machines.

He must have bought roast beef.

Red meat turns him into an ogre.

Do you need a gun?

Yes.

- Would you feel safer with one? - Yes.

It isn't here. Thomas must have taken it.

Does it happen often?

Never.

You know, since you arrived,

he's changed.

Why do you say that? Do you want me to leave?

What have I done?

- Where is he? - In the house.

Someone saw him. They asked me questions.

- What did you say? - Well...

Do you think he's dangerous?

- Yes, I think so. - What shall we do?

What a question! We're going to help!

But... Aren't you scared?

I'm too big.

Did you hear me?

Can you take... the eggs?

Thanks.

Did a policeman see me?

No. It was the shepherd.

By the way...

Country people don't talk to the police.

Do helicopters often fly over here?

- No! - It's the first time.

You're starting to scare me.

David would be more relaxed

if you lent him the revolver.

I smoke very much beyond my own means.

- Did you hear me? - Yes.

And?

He already has it.

Really?

Give it to me.

No.

I'm asking you.

It's just for me.

I can't be taken alive.

Are you a spy?

No, not at all. Not really.

By the way, I noticed...

something that I shouldn't have.

What thing?

I'm going to leave.

If you know where to go and it's better than here,

go ahead.

If they find me here, you're both dead.

They'll think I've spoken to you.

David!

You've got no chance on your own.

Don't you trust us?

- What would you do in the sheep pen? - Gain some time.

Thomas!

There's only a slim chance for you.

You'll have to kill me.

Say you were forced to, when I went crazy.

Idiot. There's a way to escape them.

Come on, let's go!

- No. Let's try the other side. - They'll surround us.

You're right.

- What are we going to do? - I don't know.

We'll see.

Stay there.

Rocket.

Roger!

We can go.

Fire at will!

It can't be.

Are you crazy?

What's wrong with you?

Who's in charge here? Damn it!

The war's over!

The war's over!

The war's over!

You... For God's sake...

Are you out of your mind?

Cease fire!

It's an exercise, sir!

Can't you go and play elsewhere? Huh?

For God's sake! You're on my land, for God's sake!

- The land is subject to eviction. - The order hasn't been passed yet.

So this is my land. Do you understand me?

Wasn't Larzac enough for you?

Are you crazy?

Why did you scare us like that?

What do you think about him?

Huh? Physically.

He scares me.

Oh!

It's true, he scares me.

Oh!

PSYCHIATRIC CENTRE

Are you even scared at night?

Ah... Not so good...

I escaped three days ago.

- From where? - I don't know.

No, I don't know.

It was a kind of prison, in an old fort.

- Maybe you're in the papers. - No.

If the case were to break out,

they're everywhere, they see, hear and know everything.

They can kill anyone or anything!

Shit!

But...

who are they?

They'll make me look crazy.

Did they torture you?

Oh dear, oh dear.

They wanted to find out what I know.

- And if I had spoken to people. - And?

- Nothing. - Ah!

Without this...

Oh! That much?

If they catch me, it'll start again.

What you're telling me sounds like hell.

It is hell.

If I were them, I'd do the same.

- Really? - Yes.

If, to save lots of people,

you had to kill someone, what would you do?

What?

I don't know.

It's a matter of conscience.

I don't know.

So is it worth you crossing a border?

Yes, if it lets me live a few more days.

There's still hope that I can escape them.

- Is that what you live for? - Yes.

But I think that this small chance...

is hopeless.

It isn't a lot.

Tell me.

- Do you believe what I tell you? - Hm.

Why?

Huh?

Why?

- Because it's a change. - From what?

It's a breath of fresh air, something new!

You live in sadness and I live in happiness.

If you mix the two, you get some kind of tonic.

Huh? Haha!

Maybe!

Maybe.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

We're leaving.

We're leaving!

Julia, you and I!

The three of us.

And we'll get through it when we're sober.

Haha! Huh?

Ah...

We'll get through it.

Oh, my little redhead.

Wake up, because you aren't sleeping.

Right.

Now, drink this.

I like milk too, actually.

It feels like I'm drinking grass.

I feel like I'm walking through daisies and four-leaved clovers.

- Thomas. - Hm?

Let him leave.

Tomorrow we'll take him to Mimizan.

And then after...

we'll let him go to Spain by boat.

Who's 'we'?

It's really dangerous.

Deep down you really like it.

Don't you?

If you two leave, I'll stay.

No.

Yes.

Right.

- Thomas. - Hm?

Let him leave.

I think he's telling the truth, you know.

It's too late.

Did you kill someone?

Yes. A guard.

Does Thomas know?

No.

You can tell him.

What if he's crazy?

What if he isn't?

We have to trust him. There's nobody who can help us.

- Yes, my brother. - A journalist!

If David is telling the truth, your brother's life will be in danger.

I have a feeling that...

I won't ever come back here.

It's already not so bad, the three of us being together.

Julia had better things to do than be with me.

You should be dead. So should I.

Why?

Sometimes doctors make mistakes.

I wasn't lucky either.

Then I met her.

So you see.

Look!

Behind!

If they stop us, will you really shoot?

If I turn around, they'll find us.

Get out through the back and get past the roadblock. We'll come and get you later.

It's for the best. Be quick. We can't stay here.

Take your bag, you never know.

I hope he trusts us.

I hope he doesn't run away.

What if we... What if we don't wait for him?

Police. Your papers, please.

Do you have the papers?

Your licence?

Thank you.

What are you taking?

- Some suitcases. - We're going on holiday.

- Can you open the back door? - Yes.

Thank you.

Okay.

Why did you stop the car before?

The fan belt is loose.

Right, okay. Thank you.

POLICE

- You have a bald tyre. - I need to get it changed.

What's the matter?

Don't you listen to the radio?

We're looking for a dangerous madman, he escaped from a Toulouse asylum.

There are other roadblocks.

Don't worry.

It isn't him.

Why are you crying? Huh?

Whether he's crazy or not, it's unbearable.

If he's crazy, he'll kill us.

If he isn't...

- We'll be killed. - No.

Thomas!

Listen to me for once.

We have to leave him. Now.

- No. - Why?

Because he's a friend.

- But you don't even know him! - That's not the point.

I'll save you.

What do you mean, huh?

I mean...

Nothing.

I thought you'd abandoned me.

They're looking for a madman who escaped from an asylum.

Really? Well, that isn't me.

Safari Mammouth: come and hunt for bargains

in all the departments!

Mammouth, always crushing prices!

Thank you.

- Can I? - Yes.

Where the hell were you?

Look!

TOULOUSE MADMAN IS STILL ON THE LOOSE

Is your mind at rest now?

Number 20 is in third place.

- I'll drive now. - If you want.

Followed by number 24.

- What's this boat like? - Panda?

It's a solid boat. Very nautical.

You cross the bar easily. Right, Julia?

A former fishing boat.

- No, thanks. - Here.

- That's enough! - Just a sip.

- No! - Oh...

Here.

Ah!

Show him the picture of the madman.

What?

It's one of the men who interrogated me.

What?

Yes. It's a photo for the roadblocks.

It's a classic blow. They're looking for me.

He's paranoid.

His behaviour doesn't show mental confusion or delirium.

But he kills when he feels threatened. It's happened before.

Thank you, doctor. The whole area is squared off

as François Guilleteau, hospital escapee...

We're being followed!

- For how long? - For about a minute,

but I wanted to be sure.

Go faster! Go faster!

It was waiting on the roadside.

Slow down.

Carry on slowing down.

It wasn't for us. I was wrong.

Turn around!

No! Here?

Ah! Are you crazy?

They didn't see us. They aren't following us.

They must have several cars.

They communicate by radio.

It isn't the Normandy landings!

- They'll be at the next junction. - Are you sure you aren't dreaming?

What are we doing? We don't know who he is!

We know nothing, yet we protect him.

- Leave me here. - No!

You're staying!

It's nothing. Don't worry, redhead.

It's just fatigue. We're scared, too.

Who's 'we'?

David and I.

- You and David! You and David! - Leave me. It's my fault.

No, it isn't that. It isn't that.

What is it, then?

It's nothing!

It's... Nothing at all... It's nothing!

Not many people live here in winter, among all these pines,

that look the same, with the rain and silence.

Rangers must live here. The ones who take resin.

- When are we leaving? - Today, with the tide.

- And once we get to Spain? - No problem.

I have good friends there. Basques.

When I was young, I got into politics.

There it is.

MINISTRY OF INTERIOR

Hello, Mr. Bertram. How is everything?

Everything is fine.

Miss? A Cinzano, please.

Ah! I came as fast as I could.

Thank you.

Is your newspaper the opposition?

- Your beer. - No.

Thank you.

- It's serious. - I'm listening.

You know, my sister, Julia...

She lives with a writer in the middle of nowhere.

I received this letter.

Oh, Carcassonne.

- Can I read it? - Yes.

"I found an ID card in his clothes in the name of Désiré Lepage. Nurse.

He says he's called David.

He's 35, dark-haired and slim.

Thomas is captivated by him.

I'm scared.

Investigate discreetly. If it's true, we're in danger.

Maybe he's just mentally ill.

Send me any letters to Mimizan."

It's a funny story.

I've never seen one so big!

Holy cow!

Oh! Have you got it?

It's going to break.

Here!

Wow! It's huge!

Right in front of me!

Come here! Follow the wire!

Holy cow!

Wow!

Quickly. The wire is going to break.

It was too thin.

I haven't felt this good for a long time.

Tomorrow morning,

I'm going to see a man in Mimizan.

A professional smuggler.

- I don't have any money. - Don't mention it.

I did him a favour a while ago.

Barbecue with shallot sauce!

- Can you see it? - Yes.

One hell of a catch, right?

- Did you see us catch it? - Yes.

- He needs to get changed. - I can see that.

Christ almighty!

All four tyres are flat.

Someone came and slashed them. Did you see anyone?

Why didn't they kill us?

- You who... - They want to trap us.

They're watching us, I'm sure of it. They're waiting for orders.

I'm going to hide the car.

Watch out!

Don't start it.

If they'd broken the engine, they wouldn't slash the tyres.

Thomas!

Thomas, don't you think that...

You should hitchhike on the highway, go to Mimizan,

rent a car and go look for tyres?

It's the only solution.

Right?

You won't be scared, little redhead?

I'll be back tomorrow.

Désiré Lepage was a nurse at a psychiatric hospital.

He was strangled by a patient who escaped

and who fits your sisters' description.

Here's the hospital file.

"David Daguerre, 36 years old,

1.70 m, weight: 68 kilos."

Is he highly dangerous?

Dr. Pelletier will tell you.

The patient in question...

is particularly persuasive.

He's intelligent

and his imagination doesn't cross the limits of plausibility.

His behaviour doesn't show signs of mental confusion or delirium

until he feels threatened

and he kills.

That's why the press doesn't know about this.

Is he really a journalist?

He claims to be a journalist, diplomat or even a secret agent.

Always on the run, always persecuted, a bearer of secrets.

What must I do?

Nothing.

We'll act immediately, but discreetly,

for the safety of your sister and her husband.

Have you told anyone else about this letter?

No.

Can I answer her?

No, not at all.

You mustn't panic her.

It's better if you keep quiet.

You can talk to her later.

After.

I heard a noise.

It's in your head.

You should go to sleep.

Would you ever make love to me?

Maybe we'll all be dead tomorrow.

Shut up.

Tell me what you know.

If you think we're going to die, tell me.

What did you find out?

You don't know anything? You're crazy!

Did you invent everything?

And did I invent the slashed tyres?

Jules!

Julia!

Hey!

- Is everything OK? - Ah!

- You can rest. - No. Later.

When the wheels are fixed.

Do you really want to go there?

It's better if it isn't always you. David can't.

Ah...

I could never shoot someone.

It's never been used.

We don't know if it works.

Do you want us to be spotted?

We've already been spotted.

Maybe it'll be better.

Bring some bread and some cigars for me.

And some wine, too.

Is that all?

Why?

We made love last night.

That's normal.

That's the way it should be.

How could he resist you?

Is... that the only thing you can say to me?

It isn't true.

And you were alone.

She's sad.

- It's my fault. - Yes.

This time, it's your fault.

Don't hang up.

- Hello? - Hello?

- Claude Vandal. - Who's speaking?

- His sister, Julia. - It's Lucien. He isn't here.

Did he go out?

We haven't seen him since this morning. I don't understand.

Really? Well, thanks.

How much is it?

One unit. 7 francs.

- Is it ready? - Yes.

A madman did this.

- I'll talk to him. - No!

You'll get shot.

David! Don't shoot!

Stop!

Stop...

David! Here!

It's for the resin. He's a ranger.

He's a ranger.

A ranger?

Of course. It's always a ranger.

A mechanic, a gas man...

The cops don't always look like cops.

It would be too easy.

Do you understand?

Huh? Tell me.

Tell me.

Do you believe me?

Does it ring a bell to you?

You see a postman. But he isn't a postman.

A cop.

Thomas!

Who shot? I heard something.

Don't worry, it was me.

I had no choice.

If I had the gun, I would have done it.

Why?

He was ordered to watch us.

But was he alone?

Yes.

Armed?

No?

No.

That proves nothing.

He saw us. He could say something.

It isn't possible.

Where is he?

We have to leave.

Us two.

There's still time.

Have you gone crazy too?

I won't abandon him.

Tomorrow, one of us will end up dead.

Look at him. You can't tell me that...

with those hands, he's a cop or a spy.

Look at his hands!

Who could have slashed the tyres?

It was me.

Why?

- Huh? - To separate you...

To make him leave!

To save you!

Don't you understand anything?

I invented the car that was following us too.

You don't believe me, right?

You should have told me!

And I made up the ranger, too!

Listen. Listen.

If we're caught with him,

we're accomplices of a murderer.

We already are, really. Well, I am.

So... If you're scared,

go to Paris.

Go to Paris. I'll stay here.

I'll see you there later.

Right, redhead? Go on.

Go. Off you go.

Go, go, go.

She's crazy.

Where is she going?

She's going to see the smuggler I mentioned.

Why are you lying?

Thank you.

TELEGRAPH - POST - TELEPHONE

425 here. She's leaving the post office and we're following her.

Mahari 526 LN 40.

"He feels threatened and kills.

Look after Thomas and yourself."

Thomas!

Thomas.

Where were you?

Get in. We need to get out of here.

Get in!

Where is the revolver?

Why did you do that?

I didn't do anything.

The revolver.

No.

It's only for me.

I don't want to be taken alive.

Give it to him.

Give it to me, Julia.

Or shoot, then.

No.

- What have you done? - He's crazy.

A real madman, you know? Wanted for murder.

My brother did...

- an investigation. He... - So they know where we are.

His story isn't true. Thomas, it's over!

It's over now.

Tell me this nightmare is over.

Yes, yes. Calm down. Calm down.

It's over, redhead.

He could have killed us.

He strangled a guard as he was escaping.

I understand.

Yes. Yes.

He preferred to die than be caught, right?

I understand.

BEFORE COMMITTING SUICIDE,

A MADMAN KILLS WITH A REVOLVER

A TRAVELLING COUPLE

To protect themselves, modern societies

invent mechanisms that they can't always control.

Julia's brother knew nothing, but then again, he knew too much.

The trap also closed on him.

Subtitle translation by: Katie Wright