-Allah Akbar!
-Shame on french people!
-Shame on France!
-Where´s your chief?
-Are you commander Van Der Wayden?
-Yes.
-It´s a young man shooting.
-I´ll have a look.
-Hey! I´m not armed!
-Shame on frech people! -He´s shooting like crazy.
-Allah Akbar! Allah Akbar!
-He´s bluntly shooting up.
-Maybe because his father died.
-From what?
-Well, his father´s dead and.. -No, I don´t think so.
-You may be right.
-If everyone did the same, everyone would be on a balcony.
-His country, France, that´s what…
-he can´t stand.
-He didn´t feel accepted, he´s crazy now.
-And his religion, Islamism, all that...
-You think so? -That´s enough,
-for a kid like that. So…
-they come to this. Look what he´s doing…
-There´s nothing to understand, that´s it!
-What´s happening mister?
-You can´t pass.
-Shame on France! -Look
-It´s Mohamed, that scum is shooting everywhere now.
-He´s crazy.
-Careful.
-So, captain, what should we do?
-Wait till he´s exhausted.
-Yeah. Our youngsters are becoming crazy.
-Anyway, we´ll try to catch him alive.
-Ok.
-So, Commander?
-What´s going on?
-We´ll see, but it will be a butchery.
-I feel it. I´ll go by myself.
-You? -Yeah.
-Oh, fuck…
-The child is deceased.
-End of the operation.
-This must be a joke.
-Shit, he´s dead now and we wanted to kill him.
-Oh shit! The castle is distroyed!
-It was a wave asshole.
-What´s going on?
-The black kid shot himself in the head.
-Mohamed?
-Yeah, the nigger!
-Come, I´ll go with you.
-We won´t stay like this, guys.
-Fucking shit!
-That´s it.
-Don´t move.
-We´ll take a walk.
-Mister Lebleu?
-Good day. -Good day.
-Your wife told me you were here.
-Beautiful animals you have there!
-Are they from Boulogne? -Yeah.
-They´re magnificent.
-You see Carpentier?
-This animal here.
-It´s the most beautiful thing in the world…
-Even more than a woman´s body.
-Aren´t you beautiful? Yeah!
-When I was young I had a dream.
-Riding a horse.
-Maybe Mister Lebleu could let you ride one.
-Is that possible? -We could try.
-I´ll try. -Let´s go, then.
-Let´s go. On the big one.
-No, wait!
-Don´t get up like that!
-I need to set it up, first.
-Gently…
-Are you ready?
-Is your colleague coming along?
-Come here
-Put yourself close.
-And you should get up all long, not in angle.
-Go!
-Move! -Oh shit…
-There. -Gently.
-Advance.
-Go, walk. -Gently.
-Hold the mane.
-Go, walk, go!
-Hold on to the mane. -Walk
-Come now!
-Gently! You are beautiful.
-Beautiful!
-Beautiful I said!
-Carpentier, I´m coming!
-Come, walk! -Go!
-Go…come.
-Descend. -Huh?
-Yes, sweetie…
-So, Mister Lebleu…
-You didn´t tell me that the man who was killed
-was your brother.
-You didn´t ask.
-Oh yes?
-Go, sweetie.
-It´s not a sweetie.
-Why?
-It´s a male.
-Are you kidding? -No, I´m always serious.
-Oh, shit!
-What´s that?
-I told you, it´s a male.
-It was magnificent, commander.
-Yes, yes…
-I took that boy for a girl.
-Ah! -Well…
-Mister Lebleu, can we talk?
-Yeah…
-Why were you in bad terms with your brother?
-It started 30 years ago.
-After my parent´s inheritance.
-So that´s it.
-He kept the farm, and me…
-my brother Dany.
-When there´s an inheritance problem,
-it´s a bazar among families. -Yeah.
-I know about that a Little...
-I won´t pour a tear for my brother.
-I married my wife after, she didn´t know.
-So we continued working.
-We are leading a criminal investigation here, anyhow,
-on the deaths of your brother and his wife, so…
-what I´m saying is that this doesn´t make you any more…
…innocent.
-What?
-This doesn´t make you innocent.
-I told you what I know, do your job.
-I need to talk to your brother Dany.
-If you want to…
-And I thank you for letting me ride your horse.
-that was nice. But well…
-Does it bring you memories?
-When I was young, I never had the chance to ride one.
-This is a childhood dream that came true.
-Well, mister, let´s go.
-Agreed? -Where?
-Over there.
-Mr. Lebleu, your brother died in the farm,
-Have you ever been there? Did you stay in yours?
-Yeah?
-He didn´t come here, he stayed in the other.
-We´re the National Police, so….
-This is an investigation! This is serious!
-There are lots of dead people, so…
-No?
-It means nothing to you, right?
-Why don´t you answer me?
-No?
-Carpentier, I´ll take some air,
-because he´s getting on my nerves.
-We won´t get anything…
-Did you get something from my brother in law?
-Not much.
-Unfortunately…
-So, commander? -What?
-No, nothing.
-Can´t I piss quietly on the yard?
-Kid, what did you do to your bycicle?
-Is the kid back? -Yes, commander.
-Commander, your zip is open.
-Miss Lebleu is quite nice, isn´t she?
-It it were mine, it would have been stolen.
-And here…
-I wait for the resurrection of the dead.
-…it´s imam´s son.
-Oh shit, there are policemen.
-he dredged me…
-Jennifer and me didn´t say anything.
-He told me I was great,
-that he wanted to see me tonight.
-Yes, I know.
-I don´t know.
-He freaked out.
-With his religion…
-Yes. Ok.
-Bye.
-Here, commander.
-I can´t understand how the pigs…
-ate that girl.
-All of her.
-She was just 20.
-And we saw her yesterday.
-I know commander, I saw her too.
-It´s a hot mess, all these corpses.
-How can someone do somehting like this?
-It may have been an accident.
-No, this is no accident.
-Like Lebleu, who we found in the pit.
-These are crimes.
-This is terrible, Worse than..
-the “shoia”, here.
-I´ll go for a walk.
-Ah, I wanted to see you.
-After yesterday, I split the pig in two.
-The bones are not crushed.
-She died half past midnight.
-Lieutenant.
-It´s not simple, commander.
-They call it “the fog”
-This is not the day for that, Carpentier!
-It´s the cheerleader.
-Miss Campin. -What?
-We found her corpse.
-At the Pointe-aux-Oies.
-We should have protected that woman.
-Is the complete?
-Luckily, yes. -Oh, well.
-But dead.
-Bloody mess, Carpentier!
-Do you think she was all alone
-like a mussel under a rock?
-No.
-Inform her husband.
-Well, a minute of silence please.
-It´s hell on earth, Carpentier.
-For those close to the Lebleu it´s a disgrace.
-Wife, lover, mistress.
-We might have saved her.
-A beautiful woman, wasn´t she?
-Who had warm buttocks.
-Like a flemish painting, there, nude…
-Those fat naked women.
-Someone wants to put order in here.
-Like this?
-An exterminator.
-The extermination of all depraved people.
-The devil.
-And the Terrier girl?
-When we left Miss Campin´s house…
-There were the young Bhiri and Aurelie Terrier together.
-Read this.
-I found it in the young man´s computer.
-He humilliated him, Carpentier.
-Humilliated.
-And that kid broke down.
-He found religion, Islam, that bullshit,
-She was eaten by the pigs.
-No, exterminated.
-Exterminated, Carpentier.
-There´s nothing like it.
-It´s hell here.
-We are going to face the devil, Carpentier.
-Let´s go.
-Come.
-Come, go!
-Go, horses!
-What are you doing Dany?
-Stop, you´re gonna get hurt.
-Go, go, go!
-Dany, stop that!
-Go, go!
-Go. -Stop!
-You´re crazy!
-Stop!
-You´re crazy! Look!
-Look what you have done. Stop!
-Look what you have done!
-Dad, come quick!
-Papa, Tigre is scaping!
-Dany, stop!
-You´re breaking my balls!
-Shit!
-Stop!
-Come here, Nénette.
-It´s not possible.
-Give me your nose.
-Give me the whip.
-He wanted to make a circus.
-Stop that! -It was him!
-I don´t want to know.
-He wanted to make a mess. -Let´s go inside.
-Ah, you´re there?
-We are going to visit the Terriers.
-Such bad luck. -Yes…
-Come grandpa.
-It´s good.
-They´re quite big aren´t they commander?
-Yeah. You can say that…
-…the flemish paintings, of…
-a painter that comes to mine often.
-You can say…
-..that the woman´s corpse we found on the beach…
-What about it?
-Well…
-These beasts remind me of that woman.
-Like those naked women.
-Oh yeah?
-They are nude… -Yeah.
-This really moves me.
-Huh? Well, go on.
-Ah, that reminds me!
-The flemish painter…
-Pierre Paul Rubens. -Who?
-Rubens.
-Funny zebra (drole de zebre) over there, huh? -Yes.
-Dany!
-We found a body´s corpse on the beach.
-The mistress of your late brother.
-All the suspects have been murdered.
-So…
-We found the corpse of your neighbor,
-slaughtered by pigs.
-Everything seems to lead here, so…
-I don´t know why or how, but…
-Everything leads here, you know?
-Mister Lebleu, the earth smells good, but…
-Here, it´s sour.
-You´ll get dirty.
-I´m going to a contest.
-Yeah.
-It´s good.
-A contest of what? -Horses.
-Oh that´s great.
-With all these bullshit I´ll never be on time.
-Let´s go dear.
-Let´s go beautiful, go!
-Walk!
-It´s sad, isn´t it Ma´m?
-Did you put him the handcuffs?
-Caution, Carpentier.
-You´re in the devils claws.
-What do you mean commander?
-With me, Carpentier.
-I laugh, come, I laugh.