On this historical day, I would first like to thank the Knight Gregoire de Fronsac.
The Beast is dead and we owe him our gratitude.
Above all, we are eternally grateful to you, your Majesty.
Let it be said...
...that it is in his Royal Majesty's soul that lies a supreme sovereignty.
Only an animal can ignore it, but that animal is dead.
There is no need to extend your praise beyond my merits.
In conjuction with your support, My stay at Gevaudan was curtailed...
...to bring the Beast before you all.
Monsieur, what is all this hypocrisy?
Beauterne is executing his orders. We should do the same.
What orders? -Mine.
Fronsac, I present you Mr. Mercier...
...advisor of His Majesty and in charge off internal affairs.
It was his idea to send Beaterne to Gevaudan.
Your are the man who warrants our thanks on this matter.
Your scruples do you justice, however this an internal matter.
Have you seen this?
As of now, it cannot be found anywhere.
You had it banned? -It openly mocked the King and his absolute authority.
If we had waited to long, it would've become increasingly toilsome.
If I understand correctly, it is better to lie than to let the truth be spoken.
The truth is too complicated. To rule, everything has to be simple.
The Beast was a problem. Now it's gone and the problem with it.
It will continue to kill. -No one will ever know.
That is what matters. His Majesty sends you his gratitude regarding this matter.
His Majesty has also heard about your desire to set sail for Africa.
In roughly six months, a ship is set for Senegal.
If you like, I can arrange for you to be on that ship...
...and of course, we do not speak of the events that took place in Gevaudan.
Understood Fronsac?
Officially the Beast was dead.
It seems the truth will be left out of the history books.
The truth will never be released, this has been seen to.
Does he welcome us? -He wants to help us.
Go to the castle, I'll meet you there soon.
Fransec left Mani to make the preperations for the hunt.
He did not return to Gevaudan solely for the Beast.
What do you want?
The house of Jeanne and Pierre Roulier?
Turn right. It's the last house.
This is Jeanne, my nanny.
Gregoire de Fronsac.
Pierre, go get the wine.
If my mother checks up on me. They'll know you're here.
To hell with your family. I'm getting you out of here.
No longer can I put up with my mother and Jean-Francois.
I want to leave this place.
In a week, we'll go to Paris. -Why wait?
Because of the hunt.
A promise to the Marquis. -I thought you came back for me?
Watch out.
Marianne, go out of here...don't run.
Come closer... Look at me. Get over here you. Come here!
Get over here. Come on!
Save yourself, Marianne.
What's going on here? Open up, Pierre.
Tell me, Knight, will we really find the Beast?
I would have imagined there would be more of us.
Mani knows what he's doing. It's a man I hunt.
A man?
The Beast is an instrument, in the hands of a lunatic.
An assassin who works in the shadows. -Correct, Marquis.
The first mystery of the Beast, is it's truth.
It has but one power. There has to be fear in our hearts.
What do you mean? -This book was sold everywhere.
That author says the Beast was sent to punish the King...
...for his condemnation of the philosophers. -Outrageous. Who wrote that?
I dont know, but the Beast has a master and I want him.
Your weapon might prove to be useful.
One condition, you must carry it.
And you, Mani, what is your weapon of choice? -Mani doesn't like fire arms.
Too much noise, too much smoke. Awful smell.
Everything will go as planned, grandfather.
Don't worry. We prepared everything.
Tell me about the Americans, Knight. -Americans?
Will you never go back? -Too many bad memories...
-And doesn't Mani miss his tribe? -His tribe is extinct.
When we attacked his village, the smallpocks had already wiped most of them out.
We killed the remaining survivors, the women...
...as well as all the children. Only Mani was spared.
Why? -The captain needed a guide, a translator.
I taught him our language, our culture.
Three weeks later, the Captain was slain. His throat cut.
Why didn't you report him?
Do you know how the Captain won his battles?
He sent his scouts forth with infected linen and clothing. Trades.
When the Iroquai bought them, they fell ill and most of their men died.
Three weeks later we marched in and finished off the survivors.
That's how you won the war? -That's how we lost it.
Where did he go to?
Speaking to the trees. -The trees?
The trees speak.
White men choose to ignore them.
What do they say, Mani?
Do you want to learn?
What's that? -A mushroom.
At your own risk, Marquis.
What does it do?
Depends on the person.
The Indians claim the invisible becomes visible.
So, Mani? -The Beast is in the forest.
The wolves will help. -I don't see anything.
Tonight we dance the "Blood Dance"...
...the Beast shall come to us, before sunrise.
It's not working...not working...
That night, Mani spoke to the spirits of the forest...
...in a language even the Knight de Fronsac couldn't understand...
...and wolves brought them the Beast, just as perceived.
Don't worry, it'll be alright.
It'll be fine. I shall tend to you.
I would do anything for you.
Thomas is sleeping. It was a close call.
My condolences regarding the Indian.
What's that there? Tell me what's in this area. Tell me what is this area...
Its a small region. Hunting grounds.
Knight... You need to rest.
Hurry. Fire.
There he is! Kill him!
The Knight returned to his friend.
His thirst for revenge was far from quenched.
According to Indian tradition he has to aid in his friends journey...
...at nightfall. A journey to meet with his ancestors.
What do you want?
There has been too much bloodshed.
You risk your life if you remain here.
I am not leaving yet, I have unfinished business.
Is the risk worth it?
Since when does it concern you? -I don't know what your talking about.
Come on, Sardis. Why?
Why did it ever come this far?
Who will believe you.
Go away, Sardis.
May God have mercy on your soul.
And may the Devil come for yours.
You're under arrest.
On the grounds of conspiring against the Intendant...
...I order you to accompany us, do not resist.
Ridiculous...
Chef. There's a lady who wishes to speak with you. - Not now.
Come on, get up. You've got a visitor.
I am not in seclusion anymore? -That depends.
Marianne?
Sorry...
Bring your guest something to eat.
Why? -I have many obligations.
You have to help me. I must write the King.
You will be hanged before your letter ever reaches him.
Impossible. I haven't stood trial yet.
Here.
What do you know about the Beast? -A trained animal...
Armour plated. I wounded it.
Since when does it interest you? -Two years ago...
...a confidential letter from Sardis was delivered to the Pope.
In it were reports of the foundation of a secret society...
...with the sole purpose...
...in defending the word of the Church:
'The Brotherhood'.
Sardis...
He used the Beast.
The Beast...
...is a symbol for the King.
Take the Lords power into account, or you risk the Apocalypse.
The conspirators called themselves the Brotherhood of the Wolf.
The Brotherhood works for the Church?
Sardis only works for himself. Truth made him mad...
..Rome no longer has control over his organization.
Who do you work for?
My employment entitles me the luxury of not being employed.
And you? You know enough.
Mademoiselle de Morangias. To what do I the honour?
How is the Countess? Please, be seated.
And your father ? Still on a diet?
His love of fine cuisine will be his end.
My Lord de Intandan, you had Knight de Fronsac arrested.
Yes. Who would ever think that someone like him could fall so low.
He's neither a bandit, nor a murderer. -I see.
Listen. I'm sure he had his reasons.
Those men might have killed that Indian.
That's not the point. Even so...
...a savage is not avanged with the blood of Christians.
I would like to see him.
Impossible.
Fine.
We shalll see what those in Paris thinks regarding this matter.
Marianne, you don't understand. Knight de Fronsac his diseased...
...dead.
He would have been hung regardless.
You could say he was almost fortunate.
This was your responsibility.
Maybe he choked to death.
Unless he caught a disease. -Liar. You're all liars...
Be brave. It's Gods will.
Reverend... -Marianne...
...come, I'll bring you back to the castle. -Mademoiselle de Morangias has to rest.
Come on... -No.
Leave me. -There's nothing more you can do.
He is already rotting.
Burry him quick. And leave the grave unmarked.
She threatened to warn the king.
She proves to be dangerous.
Gregoire de Fronsac was burried that night...
...even before the news of his death reached Paris.
No one knew what secrets he took to his grave.
A few days now, the Beast has layed silent...
...but the sudden dissapearing of his most formidable opponent...
...was a bad omen.
Hurry up...
I admit my mistakes. I have sinned.
Forgive me.
Marianne...
...day and night I think of her.
I can feel her heart beat in my chest.
I want her to be on my side. -The Lord is testing you.
You dont know what I'm going through.
There are images, those damned images filling my head.
Free me, Reverend. Free me. I beg you.
For the evil that eats away at you, there is but one cure.
No.
No, don't drink little sister.
They want to kill you, but I won't let them.
Who, Jean-Francois?
Who?
We'll leave, Marianne. Just you and I.
What do you think of America? -Jean-Francois...
You put me through much suffering, but I have forgiven you.
Please, what are you doing?
What are you doing? Rest.
You think I would hurt you? -Don't come any closer. Please.
Marianne, Marianne, I need you.
It was you who saved me from my illness, no one else.
It was your face I saw after the nightmares.
Your hand chased away the demons.
You don't realize what I did to keep you close to me. Please...
Don't reject me.
Why?
Do I disgust you?
You don't scare me. Go away...
It's because of this...
Don't worry, I'll take care of you now.
Look, no one knows. Only Sardis and I.
Leave. Get out of here! -Why?
Why? -You're not my brother.
He never returned from Africa.
Indeed, but it's because of you, I left.
Marianne, without you, none of this would have ever happened.
Finished?
It's your scent, you're awfull scent the Beast perceived on me.
We have the same blood, Marianne. The same blood...
When father returns, he will have you killed.
And if it is I who kill him? Perhaps it's time.
Go ahead. Do it, do it.
Go on.
Why didn't you do it?
It's not that difficult. Look.
Stop. -Do you love me?
Cut it out.
Marianne, I love you.
Brothers. The Lord has told me...
...the Beast shall return and announce the rebirth of our values...
...a new France shall then be born.
We shall be the invisible princes. The Wolves of God.
The people have not begun to see God's wrath.
The unjust reprimand of the King will clash with the terror of the rabble.
Soon after the King will have little choice but to enter into an agreement with us.
If he was unable to stop one Beast...
...what would he do if in every province...
...a Beasts emerged?
The hour on which we will reap what we have sown approaches.
Read the book of Maleachi:
''The lips of a preacher must hold tight the knowledge...
...and from his mouth, he shall speak of the lore...
...for he is the messenger... ...sent from the army of Jahwe..
''The Beast is just a mere animal! If you begin to idolize it...
...he will face the wrath of God, and will burn in the fires of hell...
...engulfed in darkness, an everlasting pain...
...will be let loose upon your soul, for all eternity.'' I come to name you before God.
Pierre-Jean Laffont. Genevieve de Morangias.
Maxime des Forets.
Gontrand de Moncan. Henri Sardis.
Jean-Francois de Morangias.
Fire!
Infidels! You are all under arrest.
Ghost that you are, I will cut you in half.
Hold nothing back. -I don't intend to.
Too late, Fronsac. Now the Beast is immortal.
Perhaps, but you're not.
Sardis trained you and you trained the Beast.
Your signature is a silver bullet.
Marianne, look.
Marianne isn't here, poor fool...
You've united us for eternity.
Line'm up, men!
Stay where you are. Who do you think you are?
Sit over there, you. -Well well.
Not so tough now, are we? Where are you off to?
He's dead. -Now it's certain.
And Sardis?
Wherever he goes, we shall find him.
Perhaps the mountains will take care of him.
Shall we celebrate our success?
You've killed me once before. -Out of pure necessity.
I can introduce you to Rome.
Would you accompany me?
To late. I like you, Fronsac. You make me forget my duties.
Leave, before I change my mind.
Marquis, what's going on?
Marianne... She's with us.
She's dying.
Leave. Get out. Everyone leave.
Marianne. Wake up.
Marianne. Forgive me.
I love you.
Years went by...
...but Gregoire de Fronsac and Marianne de Morangias never left me.
The world that spawned the Beast is dissapearing...
...and I must hurry to reach my tales end.
I can still see myself along side the Knight...
...making our way to the secret refuge of Jean-Francois...
...where the Beast waited for its demise.
The old healer filled in what we had not known.
Jean-Francois brought a strange kind of animal back from Africa.
The animal gave birth shortly thereafter.
He kept but one.
The strongest of the offspring.
Patiently and without remorse, he trained it to be the a cold, ruthless and methodical killer.
And so the Beast of Gevaudan came to its end.
And I, Thomas d'Apcher...
...am without a doubt the last who knows the entire truth.
The Knight asked me to accompany him to Africa.
But this land had to be rebuilt.
...and I kept true to my people and my country.
I frequenty thought of Gregoire and Marianne...
...during the peaceful years that lead me to my old age.
I never saw them again...
...but I rejoice at the thought of them being happy...
...far from here...