Oh, shit!
One month later
THE VALLEY OF LIES
- There you go. - Thank you.
Mercedes.
Laura?
Laura!
Oh, Laura.
I admire you, you know.
Few would give up their career
to come and rot away here.
- Life's not all about that. - Have a seat.
With a head.
- There. - Thank you.
It's tough here, you know. The winters are hard.
People dream of the life you've left.
If only they knew.
Paris shandy isn't as good as this.
Warrant officer! Tobacco?
You're a Fanton, eh?
I saw it straightaway.
The eyes.
It's in the eyes.
On holiday?
No. I'm moving here.
Right.
Hey, Honore!
Your tobacco.
The keys and documents.
Thank you, Mercedes. For sorting it all out.
I didn't. Cassandra did all the work.
I just kept an eye on the workers.
Benjamin will help.
You saw him at Cassandra's funeral.
The little mute boy you adopted?
He may be a small lad, but he's really useful.
- He's lovely. - I hope he likes food.
Too much.
He won't eat anything but sweets.
He found her, didn't he?
Yes.
Right. Come on.
Let's fill your fridge.
Ah! It's that bad time.
Too much leisure time...
They all go to the shop at the same time and chat.
After that, they all go to my bar
and carry on chatting.
- Think you'll be able to bear it? - What?
The loneliness.
Absolutely.
- That's all we need. - What?
The last of the Fanton clan.
- Jacques' granddaughter. - Hello.
Hello.
Hello, Miss Fanton.
Jean Bordier, the teacher. We met at the funeral...
- You're really back, are you? - Yes.
You've got guts...
renovating Les Magnans.
Anyway, welcome.
It's a wonderful region. Cass loved it.
- Shut up! - What?
You're not from here. You know nothing.
Hello.
Do I know you?
I brought you into the world, sweetie. Here, help me with this.
Come tomorrow.
Come and see me at siesta time.
I'll be alone. We can talk.
If you want to know what really happened,
come and see me.
I live at number 8.
We'll have a coffee.
See you tomorrow.
Are you Benjamin?
I'm Laura.
I'm delighted to meet you.
What are you doing?
Hiding, right?
You scared me.
Don't tell anyone, OK!
Come on, then.
Hungry?
Knives are the tools of my trade.
He's my grandfather, Jacques.
Handsome, eh?
He brought me up. He and I travelled the world.
Have you ever travelled?
You know what?
I'll take you to Tuscany:
I just need a little white wine for my sauce.
I can't.
Come back, Benjamin. Quick.
Quickly!
Osso bucco with gremolata.
Want a taste?
Right...
It's hot.
Good?
How d'you say "I like it"?
You don't have to come back.
Little poppet.
See you tomorrow then.
Hello?
Can you hear me?
Who is it?
Hello?
Marcel.
I haven't had time to come over.
- How about a coffee? - Yes. Of course.
- What's wrong? - Nothing.
An anonymous phone call.
That thing still works?
- Apple juice OK? - Perfect.
Don't be shy to ask me if you need anything.
- I'm the town councillor. - Wow!
- What about the sweet thief? - And the princess?
I still want to be. But...
I felt I should make an effort.
It's boring in the hills. You get on the grog and...
- Have you found Cassandra's book? - Book?
Yes.
I think she was writing your family history:
she was always at the bar.
She'd pretend to read but noted down everything said.
No, but I'll have a look.
Why did you stay away so long?
I dreamt of being a chef in a great restaurant.
It took me 10 years.
Then I needed something else.
What did you need?
It's complicated...
I had a long-term boyfriend.
He was a chef too.
It was great in the kitchen,
but at home, it was war.
Luckily, there were fewer knives.
I'd better get back to my kids.
- You have children? - No. Delinquents.
Doing community service. I've got them doing up the guest house.
- To open? - No.
It's more like charity work.
- Keeps them busy. That's all. - You scared me.
You as a competitor...
Don't worry. It'll be great. It's so beautiful here.
I want this done up soon
so I can hear guests' kids laughing.
Why not your own?
No, it wouldn't feel right to...
behave as if at home. Well...
I understand.
- See you soon. - Thanks for coming.
"Beautiful Laura,
"I've considered you a sister
"since my mother married your grandfather, Jacques:
"such a mysterious man.
"I'm investigating his story. It haunts me:
"what did he do to inspire so much hatred here?
"I was ill again yesterday.
"When the nurse heard
"where I lived, she refused to come over."
Mr Monnier!
- Mr Monnier. - What are you doing?
- Laura Fanton. We have a meeting. - Of course, Laura.
I think Les Magnans should reopen.
We must put an end to all this bad stuff.
I have the papers.
In here.
Here.
No.
They must be at the town hall.
- What? - Your building warrant,
the land registry plan.
I don't understand. I was sure I put it here.
See my pig and sheep? They're lovely, eh?
They're inseparable.
Marriage for all.
The sheep thinks it's a dog. I don't understand:
I was sure I put it here.
When can I start the work?
Is it urgent?
I want to start painting.
I want to start a new chapter there.
Painting won't wipe out what happened there.
I'll do a 2nd coat.
Lie down, Rex!
Augustine?
It's Laura.
- Mr Mayor. - Sergeant.
Go on in.
Miss...
No one allowed.
I'm a nurse. I was caring for her.
When were you here?
I left her at 1pm for her siesta.
Laura Fanton, you just had to come back!
Do you see?
- See what? - That!
Les Magnans ruins everything it touches.
You must forgive her.
The shock. They were very close.
- Augustine wanted to speak to me. - About?
I don't know.
Something to do with me.
Not the weather, anyway.
Did anyone know about your meeting?
Everyone.
Well, people at the grocer's.
- Was she silenced? - Would anyone want that?
- I'd like to know. - Jeanine...
Why's she against you?
Asking me these questions is a waste of time.
I've a shrink for that.
You don't like the gendarmerie?
You arrested Grandad in the war.
Actually, I was born in '72.
Sorry.
No offence taken.
Don't worry.
She was an old woman with weak legs.
She may have slipped.
- Will the autopsy take long? - I'll call you.
Thank you.
How sad!
Excuse me. Could I talk to you?
I have a visitor.
No. It's no problem. I'll be off.
I'm off. I've got stuff to do, anyway.
Right, Jeanine.
- Thank you. - Take heart.
See you soon, Laura.
Sorry for bothering you...
I wanted to know...
why Les Magnans "ruins" everything?
I'm sorry.
I was shocked about Augustine.
I spoke without thinking.
I know there's something.
- What is this "ruin"? - Jacques was...
a womaniser.
Is that a bad thing?
Yes, when it happens all the time.
I'm busy now.
I know you're hiding something. I want to know what it is.
You're wrong.
Careful as you cross.
Don't forget tomorrow's lesson. Charlemagne!
You OK?
Go and join Matthieu.
How was it?
Jeanine hates my granddad and all the Fantons.
"Only the hardened recognise real beauty."
- Alfred de Musset. - This isn't the time.
No. True enough.
The Jeanine thing isn't serious.
You don't have a popular name.
Why d'you say that?
Because Fanton is the first name you learn, here.
He was a sort of local lord.
He left his mark.
- Branded it, even. - What did he do?
Enough!
Just tell me, would you!
Take it easy.
You know what they're like here.
They've nothing to do. They're bumpkins.
They make things up.
The line between truth and lies is fuzzy.
- But you and I aren't like that. - Sorry.
Don't worry.
I'll see you soon?
We can call each other.
Renaud?
Laura?
- How are you? - Wait. I'm dirty.
- When did you arrive? - Yesterday.
- Feels like 100 years. - Yes, you left ages ago.
Recognise me like this?
Of course. You haven't changed.
A bit, since we were 8.
- You recognise me? - Yep.
Without doubt.
Right...
- When do we start work? - You cancelled.
What do you mean?
You signed this, didn't you?
No, but it is my signature.
No, it wasn't me.
No, I signed nothing.
Lunch time!
Renaud thinks I signed.
The mayor loses my papers. Something's up.
I don't get it.
- Hey! - What are you doing?
- We've got no fags. - Neither do we.
- Sell us a pack. - You're not allowed in town.
- Call this a town? - You must stay on the farm.
You're not cool. It's a prison.
- The judge decides. - Fuck him!
That's enough now.
Next time, it'll be the judge.
You'll see what prison's like. Clear off.
Fuck...
Community service is a chance for them.
I've always got the cops on my back.
Stay calm. Eat up.
Lucky I wasn't calm at Cassandra's.
Why?
They tried to get into Les Magnans.
A beautiful American woman.
It's not the time to talk about it. She's already worried.
- She didn't say. - She didn't know.
I caught them in the yard. I never told her.
I didn't know what to do,
so I gave them a hiding and kept them.
What's going on?
I'm sorry.
- Stay there. - Vincent. The forest ranger.
- Stop! - I'm Cass' friend.
Sorry. Shall I raise my hands?
Yes.
- What are you doing? - Moving logs.
Or else they'll take 2 months to dry.
- Can I lower my hands? - Yes.
OK. Cass spoke about you,
but you'll have to change your routine.
You can't come whenever you please.
OK.
I'll leave my keys. I had the duplicates.
Yes.
Come in
out of the rain.
It's a bit soft to pep us up, but it's all I have.
My grandad's brandy.
- D'you come here often? - When Cass had problems.
What kind of problems?
Remote houses always have problems.
- Be more specific. - Cass was aware of hostility.
People talked about her.
And there were noises in the house.
- She never spoke of it. - She didn't want to alarm you.
Don't worry. It'll come back on.
Vincent...
Vincent?
Laura...
I went round. One of the doors wasn't shut.
See, the power's back on.
It always comes back on.
Any problems, feel free to call in.
My house is at the road end before the forest.
Not too remote?
No. Not at all.
Right now, I've a wild boar family
and a bunny.
Right.
Wait! Wait!
Cass wanted you as a guide for our guests.
- You know the hills? - Every rock.
- The offer still stands. - OK.
- Thank you. Bye. - See you soon.
I don't understand, Marcel. There's someone behind all of this.
"All" what?
The phone calls:
it rings, no one's there.
It's old folk.
They dial the wrong number, get embarrassed and hang up.
The mayor losing my papers and the plumber
with my fake signature?
People here don't like change.
A B&B means outsiders: it annoys them,
that's all.
Marcel, would you help me?
Yes. Sorry. Here.
No. Not that... With this house.
It's too much by myself.
It seemed easy in Paris. But now I'm here...
I'm flattered. Seriously, I am, Laura.
Let's join forces.
You can have shares in it. You know the house.
I don't know. I'll have to speak to Mum... to Mercedes.
Here.
- Your sausages are good. - Yes.
I knew you'd be here.
- Were you looking for me? - No, not at all.
But I thought of you with these flavours
in your kitchen.
That's kind.
No, but it's true.
- Aren't you cordon bleu? - I hold my own.
It's a bit early, but I know a restaurant where
they do a wonderful hare a la pebrade.
- My favourite dish as a kid! - That's great. I didn't know.
- Are you tempted? - You're a sweet talker.
- Tell me about Augustine. - Augustine...
I was very close to her because...
I'm writing a book on Vaucluse legends. She was a good source.
Did she have weak legs?
Augustine? No.
She'd walk up to Sucarel market on Saturdays
with her basket.
And Jeanine?
She wouldn't care for Cass.
Look. They're simple people here.
Jacques Fanton aroused jealousy.
Everyone idealises Jacques, but...
he said his life began with the Resistance.
I think it ended with it too.
It was the adrenaline rush.
It's why he went from place to place,
sport to sport.
From woman to woman?
Yes. Maybe.
Should I be making you work?
Don't tell anyone, eh?
Did you put my jumpers in a different drawer?
You would tell me?
It's important. If someone's been in, I must know.
No, no.
I must be mistaken.
Know what we'll do?
We'll make a little herb and fruit garden.
What would you like?
What?
Rabbits? Yes. If you want.
What else?
Hens?
I'll make you Eggs Norwegian. You'll be my taster. OK?
Ah no! That's wild mint.
Too late. It can't live if its roots have been cut.
Laura asked me to work with her.
- You said no, of course. - Yes. Of course.
Well, to start with.
Why not, actually?
She couldn't pay you.
You're so nice, she'll take advantage.
We'll be partners.
For a partnership to work,
you have to be equal.
Look at her.
Look at yourself.
No.
You could never keep a woman like that.
I wouldn't want you to suffer, my boy.
My darling!
Get in the shower. You look like you've eaten a haystack.
- A bit late, isn't it? - Sorry.
- Marcel's out. - Wasn't he coming over?
Yes, but I've sent him to get ventilator parts.
Then he's off to the gite.
- Till tomorrow then. - Bye.
Laura,
if it's too hard, you don't have to come tomorrow.
Augustine's secret goes with her.
But maybe she'll float above her tomb.
Why didn't she come in?
She was in a hurry.
Never mind.
D'you know Vincent well?
A little. Marcel was at school with him.
- Are they friends? - Not really.
Marcel always found him strange.
He's the son of Honore,
the former gendarme,
Jacques' sworn enemy.
Why?
I'm not too sure.
I think he desired your mother.
We don't talk about that.
- D'you think... - Ssh!
Who are they?
The shepherds. They only come down for funerals.
I told you it would start again.
Les Magnans shouldn't open. It should be torn down.
What did we do to you?
- Who's that in the chair? - Her son.
- Was he hurt at Les Magnans? - He was born that way.
- Right. OK. See you later. - See you later.
That's fine. See you later, then.
Can I come along tomorrow?
I want to see if I can take my guests to the caves.
Yes. Of course.
At last you want me to take you somewhere.
Of course.
Unfortunately, we won't be alone...
- Excuse me. - No problem.
- 9am tomorrow at the school. - I'll be there.
Excuse me. Can I talk to you?
Were you my grandfather's sworn enemy?
Don't listen to gossip.
- It dirties the ears. - I'll wash them.
- I'll ask Vincent, then. - Vincent knows nothing.
Leave him out of this.
If he thinks he can get out of it...
Renaud, Laura!
Call me or I'll find a plumber in Marseille!
If there are none there, I know one in Paris!
If the Parisian one is busy, I'll learn myself!
Dear me!
OK? It's not too heavy?
Wait. We'll put it there.
Careful.
There we go.
Enough for today.
She's as hot as the American.
- How d'you know? You had her? - Nearly.
Hands off.
She's mine.
Why are you here? Come to see us?
- No. Marcel. - He's not here.
- We can look after you. - Aren't you too hot?
Hey! What's up, guys? Get to work, quick!
Fuck! Unbelievable.
They're almost civilised,
but once they see a nice bum,
they turn into animals.
It's nice you came.
Let's go up.
Beautiful, eh?
Thought about it?
Mercedes thinks it's a bad idea.
What about you?
I don't want to get into anything heavy.
I don't understand. It's simple.
- I've no dosh. - I didn't mention money.
We need it. If I don't provide any, what use am I?
You bring energy,
know-how, your knowledge of the region.
It's not enough.
Vincent's going to be the guests' guide.
- You asked Vincent? - Cass arranged it.
I'd need more from you:
you're good with people.
I see you with the boys. You're great.
And they're no pushover.
That's different: that's carrot and stick.
I can't thump your guests!
Let's have a coffee.
Is it OK?
Arabica robusta blend?
A combination of taste
and strength.
They go well together.
I'll help, but hush! My mum mustn't know.
But why?
Your house is a lord's house. We're nobodies.
- What're you on about? - I'm helping, OK.
I'll sort out all the suppliers etc. You'll get what you need. OK?
Thank you.
Cheers.
You can stop, I'm here.
Can you see Les Magnans?
Have a look.
I lost track of him a few weeks back.
What now?
- Shoot them? - Yes.
With tranquilliser darts.
Once they're asleep, I tag them.
You don't waste any time.
I'm sorry.
I feel like I'm being watched.
- You may be right. - Oh?
You're the talk of the village.
Nice talk, I hope.
Is someone there?
Come on, lads. Behave. Be good examples.
No shit, OK.
Go on!
- You too? - Yes.
Good therapy. They'll see that everything isn't ugly.
Here. Your building warrant.
Thanks so much!
Sit at the back.
You're welcome.
- OK? - Jean...
I brought you a fleece.
- D'you want it on? - No thanks.
Is it going to rain?
No. If it does, we'll be Singing in the Rain.
Everyone needs a helmet, 1 torch between two.
Please be careful.
Stay right behind the person in front.
It's full of crevices.
OK.
Marcel...
Helmet, everyone. There. Torch.
That's it.
Torch as well. Good.
- Laura. - Thanks.
You'll see: it switches on at the side.
No. 1 between two, little chap. On you go.
Torch here.
Castagner, stop it! Your torch isn't a lightsaber.
It's cold inside.
- Come with us. - He can stay with me.
I don't want them everywhere. I'm responsible.
Come on.
On you go.
Wow! Fuck. It's totally dark here.
Like the Earth's arse.
- Something new for you to see. - Can't see anything.
Alright, Laura?
Yes, yes.
- No torch? - I gave it to Benjamin.
Sorry...
I think there's a stone in my shoe.
I've got to...
What was this?
An ochre mine.
Ochre was used to thicken rubber
up until the 50s.
- Why did it close? - It was too dangerous.
Too many accidents. This is nice, just the 2 of us.
Carry on?
Drat!
How come?
I put new batteries in.
- Well, I'm sorry. - Where are they?
They turned left up ahead.
Shall we carry on?
Oh, it's lovely!
Look, Jean.
- What...! - Shush.
Jean! Let me be!
Sorry. I...
I don't know what got into me. Sorry.
Sir! Sir! Castagner hurt himself!
D'you not hear? Some children are hurt.
OK. I heard.
I'm going.
Are they OK?
Jean?
Is that you?
Jean, answer me.
Jean...
Can you tell me your name?
Laura.
Laura Fanton.
- You were unconscious. - For long?
- No. - You were very lucky.
You mustn't leave the group. It's dangerous.
- I was pushed. - Sure?
- Certain. - You must have lost your bearings.
I was chased and pushed.
Captain, she could be right.
How come?
- Who chased you? - Don't know.
Look at them. One of them?
We did nothing!
Marcel, say something or we go to jail.
- I found her! - You were following her.
Calm it. They're on probation.
- I'm responsible. - It's not us.
We never moved.
- You were with them? - I was away 2 minutes.
They're not mad enough to corner a girl in front of us.
You bring people here and leave them alone?
Not at all. I was with the lady.
A child got hurt up at the front,
so I went there.
You could have done it.
- Why didn't you go with him? - Ask him.
Sergeant...
It may be better to ask questions later:
the young lady has had a shock.
Can you walk?
I need to talk to you.
Augustine...
I got the autopsy report
when the call came about you.
Death by suffocation. Nasal contusions.
It seems she struggled till her last breath.
Murdered?
I advise you not to stay.
But I've cut all ties with the past.
I've nowhere to go.
It's up to you, but don't stay alone
at Les Magnans. You're in real danger.
Can't you put officers outside my house?
- I don't have the resources. - Clearly.
There's a secret.
If it's linked to Cass' death, I must know.
As you wish.
Any suspicions, call me.
Thank you.
Laura, 2 seconds. I want to talk to you.
- 2 seconds. - No!
Hear me out.
I don't know what went on. I didn't do it.
You don't know? You chased me!
I did not.
- I was ahead with a child. - You had a lighter.
You had one. You jumped on me.
I don't have a lighter. I was up front with a child.
How can I be at the front and push you at the same time?
Don't be stupid.
OK. Enough.
2 seconds. I will not leave
until you exonerate me. It's too serious.
- I'm a teacher. - You didn't chase me?
I did not...
- You didn't charge at me... - I don't have a lighter on me.
Stop obsessing. You're hysterical!
I did nothing!
Didn't you attack me and try to kiss me?
That wasn't you?
You didn't seem to mind at first.
Don't start.
- That's how you treat women? - No. Children too.
- Your humour is rotten. - Yes.
We agree on that, at least.
Some women like that, my dear.
Welcome to the village.
- Hello? - Hello? Laura?
It's Vincent. I heard about the caves.
- How d'you know? - The gendarmerie.
I found some empty gun cartridges outside.
Don't know where they're from, so I took them over.
They told me you fell.
- Want me to come over? - I don't know.
If you want to clear your head, come to mine.
I'm in the middle of nowhere.
It's close to your place.
OK. I'm coming. Thanks.
No. You don't need it.
- Where are they from? - My garden, there.
Better than organic ones.
- What's up? - Organic is for townies.
You like pesticides?
No, but if you'd rather have heavy metals...
Much better.
Yes, for the soil, but worse for the eater.
Well...
sell them. You'll make a fortune.
You can't grow a lot. They require too much attention.
You have to tell them bedtime stories.
- What d'you tell them? - Ah...
Seemingly, you make them blush.
Are you out tonight?
No.
- Why? - I'd like to house-sit for you.
No danger here.
These carrots might make the rabbits attack.
Are you scared at Les Magnans?
No. It's...
Take my room. I'll sleep in the hammock.
No. I don't want to be a bother.
For me, it's luxury.
Truly.
I don't give a shit about nature.
It's dead boring here.
- There's women in town. - If I see a goat, it's dead.
Stop that at once.
What are you doing here?
- You came with her! - She's so fucking hot!
Should've left her at home, I'd have visited her.
Give me that.
What? You want it?
How you talk to me! Who has the gun?
How dare you!
You do what I tell you. Lie down.
I have the gun, so you lie down.
Think you're 10 foot tall and I'm scared?!
Lie down, I said!
Stop. Lie down!
Enough! What'll you do?
Have you seen the bloke?
Drop the gun! Drop the gun!
It's nothing.
Coming?
It's here.
My mother cut her wrists here.
I know.
- Let's go. - No.
Laura...
Laura!
Come.
Benjamin?
Benjamin!
No! Benjamin!
No!
Benjamin!
No!
Miss Fanton,
I must ask you some questions.
I am sorry. Please let us do our work.
Miss Fanton, I need your help to work out what's happened.
Come on.
It'll be alright.
We need a psychologist.
Tomorrow.
- No, now. - OK, boss.
Access is forbidden right now.
No. I'm responsible for him.
What happened?
We're waiting for the tests: it looks like
he was strangled to death. - Oh no!
No. Benjamin...
Not your fault.
I should never have let him come here.
They were right. This house is cursed.
Curses do not exist.
That's what I kept telling Benjamin and look at the result.
If the walls could talk,
you'd change your mind.
So many deaths: it's not normal.
That doesn't make it haunted.
In the grandfather's time, it was a house of vice.
Things happened that should never be witnessed,
especially by a little girl.
Poor Laura.
You can't choose your family.
My poor little lad.
Poor boy.
Goodbye, wee brother.
I've noticed you and Laura.
What d'you mean?
Oh, stop!
Must I remind you who she is? You're no match for her.
Nothing's going on.
Don't treat me like a silly cow!
You're a worm and you'll be trodden on.
Shut it, Mercedes!
Don't talk to me like that. Understand?
- Understood? - OK. I get it.
Apologise then.
Sorry.
I didn't hear it.
Sorry. I'm sorry.
There. Are you happy?
Right, drive on.
Are you OK?
You mustn't stay here.
I was thinking that. I'm leaving.
I'm returning to Paris.
Come to my house.
You'll be safe, I promise.
No.
No. It's over.
I won't fight any more.
They're too strong.
I'll leave after Benjamin's funeral.
I understand.
I'm sorry.
He's here. I'm sure he's here.
Who?
Whoever can kill a child to make me leave.
Someone you don't notice, whom everyone knows.
At the caves,
the police didn't question her.
Jeanine? She's not capable.
Who's his father?
- We weren't introduced. - What for?
I'd like to know him.
"Me, me, me."
Must we do everything a Fanton asks?
We couldn't care less about Les Magnans.
What's the link?
He's my grandfather's son?
Enough said.
I warned you.
Harlot.
I can't help it
if my grandfather seduced you. I didn't know.
Soiling the spot where Agnes died, was that his fault too?
You have the same poison in your veins. Harlot.
- Who told you that? - Forget it.
News travels fast here.
You could have said no.
He seduced you, he didn't force you.
You think Jacques was your grandfather?
Want to know the truth? Honore is your father.
Vincent's father?
- Yes. - No!
He was madly in love with your mother.
- And Vincent is your brother. - No!
Laura...
Can you hear me? Wait. Let me help you.
I'll take her back.
It's fine. Don't touch her.
Alright, Laura?
Vincent...
You're ridiculous. Happy now?
Everyone's watching. Come.
That's why mother killed herself,
because she loved your father.
Stop, Laura.
Don't believe Jeanine! It's just gossip.
How do you stay so calm? Doesn't it bother you, not knowing?
It's in the past. It changes nothing.
I know who I am.
Well, I want to know who I am.
Laura...
Hello, Father.
Why d'you call me that?
Isn't it the correct term?
A mark of respect...
Father?
Do you know the azalea?
Thank you, Father.
It resists the frost,
the heat.
The climate is harsh here.
Stones can't withstand it.
They explode.
Even stones.
I'd like to be an azalea
and not explode...
Father.
Are you my father?
Please,
I need to know.
Who am I?
Did you love my mother?
Madly.
You coming?
Another man loved your mother too.
Who?
Your grandfather.
Yes, Jacques loved Agnes, the wife of his own son.
He caught them in bed together.
So he left?
Either that or kill his father.
But Jeanine thinks it's you.
Jacques and I were at school together.
He knew I loved Agnes.
I agreed to be your father, thinking she'd marry me.
But after you were born, she couldn't handle it.
Jacques was my father.
- The lies caused her suicide. - You agreed to that?
Stop.
He did it out of love.
See, Laura, it would have been better if I'd kept quiet.
Jeanine's son, me... I'm sure there's another.
It's important, Honore. I must know.
Stop the slaughter.
Don't protect them.
Who was it?
Laura...
Give me something strong, Mercedes.
The strongest you have.
- Drink with me. - Ah no.
Only customers drink.
Seeing as you help me so much, am I not more than a customer?
Yes. Of course.
To my trip.
Are you leaving?
I'm giving up.
I've had enough.
Come on.
To my departure.
I'm sorry, Mercedes. You did it for nothing.
Les Magnans will be abandoned. Can you keep on looking after it?
Of course. If you want me to.
Thank you.
- You're so kind. - It's natural!
You and my grandfather
are the only 2 virtuous souls here.
Here.
Eh? Jacques was a good guy, wasn't he?
- Yes. - What?
You don't agree?
"A good guy..." He was great with you.
But...
he was a bit selfish, though.
He thought about his own pleasure before anything else.
You know that.
He was better than Benjamin's killer.
Yes.
The killer might not be a man, you know.
Maybe.
Deserves to die.
I agree.
May he burn in hell!
Stop drinking!
- One last one. - No. I'm OK.
What's wrong?
Scared to let go?
D'you realise the cruelty needed to strangle a child?
He couldn't even defend himself. He must have begged.
Benjamin was an accident!
How d'you know?
It's obvious.
He wasn't a threat to anyone.
You don't kill a child like that.
I'm off home.
You've drunk too much. You can't drive!
Why not?
Nothing will happen to me?
- Marcel, deal with Laura. - Not her. I'm done.
You must. She knows everything.
I said no. Understand? It's over. I'm done!
Think, Marcel.
Without her, you'll be the sole heir.
- You'll be somebody. - Who cares. I love her.
I love her. You're unable to love!
You're in danger. Let's go.
- What? - I'll explain. They're coming.
- I'll get my things. - No time.
I'll get my charger.
- Laura? - I'm coming.
Laura?
This is Laura's voicemail. Please leave a message.
Your smell
drives me crazy.
That's a sign.
They're pheromones.
That's how animals mate.
It's good to think, but you must feel, too.
- We're made for each other. - Stop.
We're brother and sister.
Mercedes wasn't good enough for our dad,
but I have noble blood. Our son will only be a quarter slave.
We'll purify the line.
- What are you doing? - Your hands!
Did you kill Cass?
I didn't want to:
she acted like it was her place.
It's Mercedes' house. Jacques gave her it.
Well, all but.
She could've been a lady, you know, but he never wanted to marry her.
He shagged her like a maid.
Augustine?
She'd have revealed your lineage.
Mercedes wanted it.
It's over. She won't rule your life now.
No.
It's too late for me.
My life's fucked.
So let me go. What difference will it make?
I need to know one thing.
If this hadn't happened,
could you have loved me?
Yes.
It's not your fault.
No.
Marcel...
Come, madam.
Azalea
Tourist residence
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