PREVIOUSLY
Found this morning. Three girls, four boys, from 18 to 23.
Some reported missing a few days ago, others months ago.
Is it starting again?
Samian Vanghen. We've found her guardian, an uncle.
What's your problem with minors?
Who cares if they top themselves?
The truth is, even if no one dares utter it:
we don't need children.
We're waiting for the signal.
- The beach was just the start! - What signal?
I won't let you start again.
I talk to the living!
There's nothing after death. Nothing but blackness.
I need a weapon.
- Who's it for? - None of your business.
277 missing over the last six months.
277?
She said there was this place
where we'd be free.
WORLD OUTSIDE
- Linn Gonzales? - We've found her.
They couldn't ID her. You'll see why.
Aged 25, the hypodermis should be thicker.
Look at the subcutaneous tissue.
And the state of the sweat glands.
I need some fresh air.
- Is it her or isn't it? - No doubt about her identity.
Her age is something else.
This is the body of Linn Gonzales, a minor aged 25.
But it's also her body hundreds of years later.
Some cellular tissue is a week old
and some is over 300 years old.
- She'd been regenerated? - Yes.
But without full control of the process.
For the regeneration to work, you must have cells that are active.
Healthy.
With minors the medium is too active.
Unstable.
Too "alive," if you like.
The rays trigger unpredictable reactions, hard to control.
This is why the legal age was set at 30...
Yes, I know.
In 70 years I've never seen this.
This body is a physiological aberration.
Apart from the DNA, there's not much left that's human.
Police.
About the minors?
We got the photos this morning.
I didn't recognise any.
Lots of kids take this bus because of the beaches.
Heard of "the World Outside"? It could be where they're going.
No, it doesn't ring a bell.
Stop the engine, this could take a while.
Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, I need you to concentrate.
Your legs.
Where were we?
Where he talks about "the great departure."
Three more examples.
I quote...
"Inside, all is fraud, injustice, lies and destruction.
The World Outside lifts the veil of hypocrisy.
It will enable you to become a man."
Then he goes on more or less the same...
"The World Outside will be your only temple and horizon."
"His son died to save the world from lies.
He sends you to the World Outside. Follow his example.
You too are his sacrificed son, you too must die
for truth to triumph."
That's the end of that bit.
Do you really think this will get you anywhere?
- Maybe if we read it all. - Have you seen how much there is?
Got something better to do?
I'm really sorry to mess up your schedule!
What's that?
Yeah, he draws as well as he writes.
What is it?
A penis?
He drew a smiling sun somewhere else. Shall I find it?
It's OK.
Yes! Why not go into every aspect of his lunacy?
It must be comfortable.
What, sitting in your car?
Having that attitude.
Thinking everything is absurd and pointless.
So what we're doing has a point?
Why are you showing me this?
That... is Linn Gonzales.
She was about the same age as you.
A month ago she got on a bus that travelled this road.
What happened to her?
That's what we're trying to find out.
Carry on.
"Let me guide you to redemption.
The World Outside is open to us.
He has named his guides, of which I am one.
The horizon will open up
and the rains will wash the desert. We'll have no limits."
Your legs!
"We'll see further than anyone before us.
You'll become infinite. Only your gesture matters.
If the world continues to go against nature,
then we must bear witness, which means dying as martyrs.
Leave nothing behind,
no letters, pictures, words or messages.
I only know the path, not the destination."
Don't look at me like that.
I haven't given up, Nahel.
You think I enjoy being here?
I never asked for this.
You want me to jump out of his car?
Hello.
You're annoying me!
- None of them? - No, sorry, I'd remember.
Most customers here are regulars.
Hello, Mrs Brenna.
Them, yes. Them, no.
Thanks.
Excuse me,
but for more occasional visitors you should go to the plateau.
The plateau?
It's quiet there too.
Not at weekends. For months now stuff has been going on.
- Every weekend, after dark. - What sort of stuff?
People gathering.
Not locals.
How old?
I don't know.
They come at night, they're quite discreet.
Where is it?
It's a farmhouse.
Some guy bought it a year ago.
He's blown the electricity grid several times.
You've heard about that, right?
No.
Twenty-One, shut up!
Shut up, Twenty-One!
What do you want?
Do you live here? I'd like to have a look.
I'd like to have my dog regenerated.
We don't always get what we want, eh?
We hear you get lots of visitors here.
Arriving at night, leaving at dawn.
Who told you that?
I have a lot of friends. That's not illegal, is it?
Minors?
What?
No, I have nothing to do with minors.
Are you going to be a problem?
What do you want to see?
Twenty-One.
Shut up!
What do you do here?
Fight.
Regenerated city types.
They come here to fight.
Nothing too nasty.
Nothing too nasty?
It's a gentlemen's club.
People with jobs, managers, civil servants.
Centenarians, most of them.
All regenerated, all adults.
They've all signed a discharge form, it's all legal.
No one is under duress.
Some just come to watch.
But, you know...
sooner or later, they all join in.
Your logo?
Stylish.
The next meeting is tomorrow.
If you fancy it.
Ever felt the thrill of a knockout?
And this?
Just in case.
They have to go to work the next day.
I have a licence for that too.
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve,
thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen,
seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty...
Twenty-One.
Good evening.
- Good evening. - Two rooms, please.
We're not busy.
You can have the panoramic suite for the same price.
I want two standard rooms, separate, and two keys.
If you say so.
Two rooms.
- Two keys. - Thank you.
No, nothing very conclusive so far.
A few passengers recognised some faces, for what it's worth.
And Christa? No problems?
No, everything's fine, she's cooperating.
- Anything new with you? - Something surprising.
I'm listening.
Tests show the seven on the beach were incompatible with regeneration.
Darius?
Yes, I'm here.
Anything else?
We're continuing to dig into the disappeared kids' families.
- Tell Han I'll call her tomorrow. - OK.
See you.
You're through to Béat's voicemail.
It's me.
I'd like you to call me.
Call me, please.
Barely any older than her.
- Don't lie. - Really!
She's too old.
Yeah, her!
Do you like squid?
It's the house speciality.
Well, there's nothing else.
Not very busy, eh?
Because of the jellyfish, the owner says.
When the rains start, they congregate by the coast.
I still went swimming, though, at your age.
Are we going to talk about jellyfish?
What's your problem?
Sorry?
We know what their problem is.
Guys who meet in the middle of nowhere to fight.
Not to mention the guy who numbers his dogs.
But what's your problem?
Yeah, I know, you're a cop.
Is being a cop a problem?
I dunno. They say we have "thousands of lives to live,"
"an infinite horizon of possibilities"...
But you've been doing the same thing for 100 years.
- I'm getting retrained soon. - Because you have to.
Next you'll tell me how quickly a century passes,
you don't even notice it and then...
Being lectured on eternity by a kid who didn't want to reach 15...
I never saw that coming.
And for your information, I've done other stuff too.
Such as?
I speak Arabic and Japanese.
I have a diploma in Oriental cuisine.
I can do 14 ballroom dances.
Quickstep, foxtrot,
samba, paso doble... tango?
No, that's enough!
So that's your problem:
being a cop and doing pointless stuff.
Married how many times?
Four.
The national average.
Some things I had no problem adhering to.
Do you think about your son a lot?
You know stuff.
I don't suppose you do after all this time.
I think about him every day.
Now it's my turn.
- How did you get involved? - In what?
Saul.
OK.
You're 14 years old and you're angry,
rebelling against your parents and this disgusting system
which won't let you be an adult for another 16 years.
And what's coming in 16 years doesn't appeal to you either.
You'll just end up like all these identical people
whom you despise.
But now there's something new.
You've made new friends.
Minors like you, but not like those at school.
These are four or five years older.
With them you feel different.
Like you're noticed, like you exist.
With them you can express your anger.
They listen to you.
For the first time you feel alive.
I get all that.
But there's something I still don't get.
I've been watching you for two weeks.
You're intelligent.
You criticise everything, you're sceptical about everything...
So how could you fall for their bullshit?
To the point of following them to the stadium.
Did you feel you'd been called? Did you hear a voice?
Did you feel God's breath on your shoulder?
His grace?
When did you decide you'd kill yourself
and teach the world a lesson?
My fragile mental state laid me open to radicalisation.
It's in my file.
I don't buy it.
- I was like them. - Try again.
You sound exactly the same as the shrinks. You don't get it.
Nahel?
I saw the tree at your parents' place.
Was he your friend?
More than that?
Did he die that night at the stadium?
Who saw it?
My parents? Who knows?
No one knows.
But I'm not sure I'm helping you by not telling.
If you discussed it with your shrinks...
maybe you could...
Forget?
Move on. Look ahead.
Look ahead to what?
It doesn't seem to bother her!
- She won't give it up that easily. - Playing hard to get!
I'm tired.
I'll leave you men together.
Oh, don't go!
She's fragile.
Daddy's not happy!
Daddy's pissed off!
Thank you.
Can I have a vodka, please?
From that table.
Me and my friends were wondering
about the girl.
You enjoyed the show?
I'll be outside.
Will you be OK?
Still no official word about the creature from the depths.
This silence is causing wild rumours to spread.
The night before the creature was caught, we saw lights
floating above the water. But we're told nothing.
The discovery of a new species? A genetic mutation?
An effect of pollution or global warming?
Mr Asram, can you hear me?
Darius.
You were in the plasma for 17 hours.
Your organism reacted well.
Your vital signs are all stable.
The infection has totally left your cells.
The remission is already visible.
Welcome to your new life.
My son?
His body couldn't withstand the therapy.
We've just lost him.
Sam has left us, I'm sorry.
We told you the effects are uncertain with subjects under 30.
We're still in the experimental phase.
You mustn't blame yourself, Darius. We had to try.
Don't get up.
Mr Asram...
You slept.
That's not what it's for.
I ought to report you.
But I suppose you know that.
Do you have any aspirin?
Thank you.
I think it'll come today.
The rain.
Can you smell it?
Something unpleasant in the air.
How far does this bus go?
Four more stops.
Are you sure?
FAMILY RESTAURANT THE COCOON
EDIBLE INSECT SPECIALITIES
There's someone there.
Do you have a permit?
I'm doing no harm, it's for my own consumption.
I sell to restaurants now and then, but...
But that's all.
Tenebrio molitor.
Wild.
- Has The Cocoon been closed long? - Before I was born.
A fire.
You find species here you can't find elsewhere.
They've adapted.
Have you ever seen this young woman?
No.
No, but...
the other day, two guys were sitting where your colleague is now.
They stayed there for three hours.
Then a van came for them from the back road.
Probably to go camping in the hills.
- When was this? - Two weeks ago.
What was the van like?
A big one,
white, no windows.
The driver?
He didn't get out.
Are you going to arrest me?
Where does the back road lead to?
The sanatorium.
But it's been closed for over 30 years. No one goes there.
Is it far?
About an hour.
Are you going to arrest me?
Thanks.
Lock the doors.
The windows are armoured glass, you're safe.
To use the radio, press there.
Give the number of the car: 140-DA. My initials.
Simple.
And, as a last resort...
You're going to leave me alone with a gun?
I'm not staying in the car.
I don't know what's there.
I'm not staying on my own!
Stay behind me. Got it?
Always behind me.
- Lesky, got the info? - Yeah.
It was a sanatorium called The Spring.
It closed 50 years ago.
It's been for sale for several years. It all looks legit.
Darius? I lost the signal. Is everything OK?
What have you found?
We were wrong from the start.
It's not about suicide.
Over 200 sets of luggage.
They're identifying them now.
All these minors were tested when they got here.
The incompatibles were lined up and shot.
The bodies on the beach.
And all the others?
Gone somewhere.
This is a place of transit.
So what's it all about?
Organ trafficking? Eugenics?
Paedophilia?
Why get rid of the incompatibles?
They wanted minors compatible with regeneration.
Like Linn Gonzales.
So all the others?
Where are they?
Two hundred minors don't go unnoticed.
Grab your stuff. Lesky'll take you back to the centre.
Remember I want my own cell.
Now that Saul, the translation and so on are over,
there's no reason to see each other again.
Did you think about what I suggested?
- The reduced sentence? - It's up to you.
Look... I just wanted to say...
No! We were doing so well.
You're going to talk about my future, wasted youth, all those clichés.
No.
Why?
Why not?
You'd answer that the future doesn't exist,
the past catches us up and life isn't worth the effort.
- I wouldn't say anything so crap. - I've heard worse.
You make me laugh.
- You don't understand a thing. - That's not nice.
What was it you wanted to say?
Thank you, that's all.
I'm glad to have known you too.
Let's go.
I'M NOT ASKING ANYTHING OF YOU. B
- Darius? - Yes, Lesky.
I've screwed up. You have to help me.
Please do something.
Calm down. What are you talking about?
- It's Christa. - What? What's going on?
You have to help me.
When was she supposed to be back?
Over three hours ago.
- What the hell got into you? - I don't know, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I don't know what got into me.
I don't know.
Subtitle translation by Howard Bonsor