Everything started in the fire, the primordial fire.
The fire from Hell, like in the mouth of the dragon.
Just like in a tale.
But if tales have something to teach us,
it's not that the dragon exists but that he can be defeated.
Like in a tale, I'll start with ''once upon a time''...
Once upon a time...
a small deep space station,
next to a hellhole called Dante.
If someday people study our story,
they'll probably say that it began with the arrival of space shuttle no2.
But in fact, everything had been written a long time ago.
A very long time ago. Since the dawn of times probably.
Welcome to Dante 01. I hope that your wakening went well.
Join us as soon as you'll be ready. I am...
No need, you are Charon, head of the station.
Since you're so well informed, you shouldn't have any trouble
finding the control centre.
- Hello. - Hello.
So that's the famous nave of the lunatics?
Is that how you're calling them back at the company?
- You're wrong, they're... - Criminals, ill persons.
All volunteers to test our treatments.
I know them well, I studied their files before coming.
Who can claim to know men?
- Let's say that it's part of our work. - Do you know each other?
Who doesn't know our mentor?
Your work on criminal psychobiology is still the authority at the Neurinos.
My name is Elisa.
Why were you sent to this antechamber of hell?
I've been sent here to test new treatments on the convicts.
I'll tell you the rules of our little world.
The confinement quarters are on the floors just below us.
Look, the new guy.
He's going to meet his new mates soon.
We can track them all the time with the beacon system.
It's our dear Raspoutine who seems decided to make his move.
Look, that's him there, Raspoutine.
God answered my prayers.
God never abandon his children. God...
Could you stop raving for a moment Raspoutine!
This man, he came to save us.
No one will save us my poor Raspoutine.
Saint Georges will, the dragonslayer.
There's no dragon around here.
- And who told you his name? - God told me.
Look! Man with little faith!
God...
Wouldn't it be someone from upstairs instead?
Did you change your name to Judas, Raspoutine?
- Servant of God. - It's better for you.
If you happened to have the bad idea of betraying us, you'd meet your
god sooner than expected.
What's your name?
Not very talkative? Good!
We have enough chatterboxes as it is.
Saint Georges! His name is Saint Georges!
When you have something on your mind...
All right with Saint Georges.
Attila, did you get the data I asked you for?
Don't worry baby, I'm working on it. There's no emergency, right?
That's enough! Don't forget that you're a prisoner.
Stop acting like a small time chief, Charon.
Do you really want me to remove your access to the network?
You wouldn't do that, you need me way too much!
If they learned up there that you gave me...
this gear, you'd get a proper dressing-down!
I want to know why they sent us a shuttle without warning.
Search the files of this Elisa and keep an eye on the new guy too.
Gentlemen, our newcomer.
The one who's eating so elegantly is Moloch.
Moloch!
The other one is Lazare.
And what's his name?
I still haven't heard the sound of his voice.
I'll tell you the basic rules of our little world.
Obey them and we'll leave you alone.
Do you understand?
Does he hear what I'm saying?
Do you hear what I'm saying?
That's where I listen to what they're talking about in the ansafone.
- Funny name. - It's the term used by the inmates.
Don't you have a screen to watch their behavior?
No need to remind you that we're living in an enclosed environment.
We're aware of the slightest creaking, the slightest whisper.
If there was video monitoring,
our patients wouldn't confide as they do.
The ansafone is their only space of freedom.
The others call him Bouddha.
Many victims, he said that he killed them out of compassion.
He still has outbursts.
But it's nothing compared to his fits of anger when he arrived.
He's often lying to sleep, meditate as he says.
Don't you want to see the newcomer?
Fucking answer!
We don't know much about the new guy who came with you in the shuttle.
He was found covered in blood in a drifting long-distance spaceship.
He was alone on board.
- Do you know his identity? - No.
The black boxes were so fried that we didn't get any information.
Why did you bring him here?
The Neurinos wants the new treatments to be tested in space.
What new treatments?
We'll talk about that later if you want.
You see?
Look at me! Look at me!
It's your card. You can have 3 meals a day with it.
Don't lose it.
Tell that to Moloch.
- 3 meals ain't enough for him. - He'll try to steal your card.
Won't you, honey? 3 meals a day ain't enough!
That's enough now!
Do you want to give them a reason to gas us?
Sit, Moloch!
Never keep them out of sight.
This is nothing, just routine.
They calm down quickly when Cesar can intervene.
Did you put him in charge of the group?
No, the convicts won't accept anything forced on them.
I'd rather have them organize as they see fit,
as long as they don't kill each other.
But sometimes we act too late, unfortunately.
Maybe if you applied the protocols...
to the letter you'd have less casualties.
Life isn't limited to protocols.
I was looking for you everywhere.
So you're the newcomer?
What's your name?
I'm Bouddha, what about you?
Don't you want to answer?
You're in pain, aren't you?
You know...
I know the way to relief.
I can send you to the other side if you want.
Where there's no more pain.
It's always the same thing, Bouddha, everytime!
As soon as a new guy arrives, he can't think of anything better
than chocking him to death.
- I only wanted to help him. - Don't be ridiculous!
The only thing exciting you is to send your fellow man to kingdom come,
not to help him.
You're not the one who decides who must die here, is that clear?
It's clear...
- Is that clear? - It's clear...
It's clear Cesar, crystal clear.
Catch him!
What's going on again?
Bouddha, he tried to strangle the newcomer.
They're going to settle him this time.
- Let's intervene. - Following what procedure?
A raid. Anaesthetic gas first, 5 minutes to put them to sleep.
Then we have one hour to take our samples
and we bring Bouddha to the treatment room.
It will be useless, he doesn't react well to treatments.
Do you have anything better to suggest?
Maybe it's a good time to try my new protocols.
What is it about exactly?
Nanotechnology.
Intelligent programs trying to neutralize...
chromosomal dysfunctions.
Do you really believe that all you have...
to do to solve the mysteries of the human
brain is to fix pieces of DNA?
Oh yes, the famous Liberation by the Word.
That's how you're calling your therapy.
What do you prefer?
To look for new ways with the risk of...
being wrong or to stay on well-known paths?
Neither, we're looking for effective and exploitable solutions.
It's really not the time to argue about such things.
- We'll try your new treatment. - Without me.
Well...
CR, BR, that's it, they're sleeping, you can go.
- What if the convicts wake up? - Impossible, it never happened.
They would have to hold their breath for 10 minutes to not inhale the gas.
It's funny, I think it's the first time...
that I come to this room without Persephone.
Maybe we should give him more anaesthetic, if he wakes up
we'll have a hard time handling him.
No need, the straps here are strong.
Good!
- What are you waiting for to put him to sleep?
Wait! Wait, he's calming down!
We have to wait for the program to act. Bring him back to his quarters.
It's you?
Is that you who saved me?
Why?
I don't know what they did to me up there...
but before you came,
my veins were on fire.
Who are you?
Why do you never speak?
It doesn't matter, don't worry.
It will come in due time.
Now it's my turn to take care of you.
Come.
How was your experiment?
As if you didn't know.
I saw Bouddha react very violently to your treatment.
Normal defense reaction.
Once triggered, the program adds corrective sequences to the DNA.
Don't the new sequences conflict with the existing ones?
That's the risk.
We're still not able to fully predict...
the genetic reaction on human guinea pigs.
Human guinea pigs?
It's the deal signed between these lunatics and the Neurinos.
I'm reminding you that they're criminals of the worst kind who only stay alive
if they act as guinea pigs.
I don't know why this term is disturbing you.
As a specialist on human behavior,
even for a criminal, I'm against the term guinea pig.
What's that?
Fuck!
People say that at the gates of Hell, those words are written...
''You, who are entering this place, lose all hope.''
Yet, it's here,
among the outcasts, the reprobates,
that the true meaning of my quest appeared.
I, Persephone,
who dedicated my life to healing souls,
it's in the body of one of my patients that I saw the birth of salvation.
There's a force within Saint Georges that goes way beyond us.
I can't understand it yet,
but I know that no one on this station will be spared.
- Am I bothering you? - A little.
I wanted to be sure that everything is fine...
and that you don't need anything.
Everything's all right, thank you.
Tell me,
your first impression of Persephone...
- As I imagined her. - What do you mean?
She's been here too long, she lacks some objectivity.
Yeah... maybe...
Neurinos don't trust her anymore, do they?
When do you plan to leave?
When I'll have enough useful data.
Why? Is my presence bothering you?
Not at all, on the contrary.
Good bye.
Hey Charon, are you there baby?
All right, I managed to infiltrate the shuttle computer.
But there's a problem. Access to the file is highly secured.
Reserved to Neurinos staff only.
So what?
Don't tell me that you can't bypass this little obstacle.
Well yeah, it's possible, it's possible, but to do that...
- I need your password. - Don't you have it already?
I'm disappointed.
One would have to be a genius to do something with the password you gave me.
Then let's see if you're a genius.
You don't keep your promises Bouddha.
You never keep your promises.
Do you realize that I can't trust you anymore?
You're right, I didn't keep my word.
But now I know that it won't happen again.
I'm afraid that's a little too late.
Nobody here wants to die because you're unable to control your emotions.
It was before.
- Before what? - Before he cured me.
Him?
He cured you? You're sick!
I already told you Cesar, this guy is an angel sent by god.
Cured or not, I've made my decision and I don't want you to start
your bullshit all over again.
Gentlemen, take care of him.
- It doesn't concern the prophet. - Bouddha has changed, he's cured.
You'd better get the hell out of here! Go!
Chief!
He has no wound, he's breathing normally.
That's incredible.
Should I take a blood sample?
He was dying according to the diagrams.
And there, look at his heart rate.
If it's not a miracle...
Nonsense! His wound is superficial, that's all!
Moloch's wound disappearance coincides with the new guy intervention.
And I'm sure there's a rational explanation to his recovery.
But Cesar, I can't kill the guy who saved my life.
What about you Lazare, what do you think?
If you ask me to eliminate him,
I'll do it, I don't give a fuck about him.
Maybe it's not him who healed you,
maybe your wound wasn't so bad after all.
This Saint Georges is spreading unrest among us.
The others already look at him as if he was a messiah.
Do you understand Moloch?
If we don't do something, they'll eliminate us.
What's happening to you?
I don't feel so well since the last raid but I'll be fine.
We won't have much time left if we don't stop him now.
The others will want him to be the leader.
They'll strangle us in our sleep for sure...
to get revenge. Don't you get it?
They won't spare us.
If he can cure people, he can also kill them.
Get rid of him quietly.
Here... nobody will disturb you.
I'll go get you a blanket.
Right, I'll stand watch in the corridor.
What's going on?
It's the first time that I see you give up food.
I don't know.
I feel a little peaky.
Come on, we wasted enough time! We've got things to do, come!
A gift from Cesar.
- Where's Persephone? - Listening room I think.
She really likes to waste her time.
I don't like to see those two together.
Who's there?
It's you?
The ansaphone is busy.
It's okay.
We'll wait for our turn.
Why don't we see them?
We don't see them because they're standing...
in the dead angle of the cameras.
It's not a good sign.
The...
The... light...