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Oh, header! That was nice!
No! No, don't shoot!
Shit, it's in the Grimauds' yard!
Did you break something?
You're a real pain!
You kicked it. You go.
Yeah. Maybe they're not home.
They are. The car's there.
So?
You scared?
No, I'm not scared.
Go on, then.
Go on.
Go on! Off you go.
Get a move on!
Go on. Damn!
Mr. Grimaud?
Mrs. Grimaud?
We didn't do it on purpose!
Are you there?
Is anyone there?
Mr. Grimaud?
They're dead!
They're all dead!
Help! Someone help!
Can you hear me, Thomas?
What's going on?
We were washing him, and he started to show signs of waking.
Thomas? Open your eyes.
Open your eyes.
Squeeze my hand.
That's it. Squeeze my hand.
Very good.
The other one.
Squeeze my other hand.
Come on, open your eyes.
Open your eyes. You're in the hospital.
You're in the hospital. There's a tube helping you breathe.
It hurts. We'll remove it. Get that ready.
- It's going to be okay. - Good to go. Yeah.
We're with you, okay? Relax.
- Yeah, stay calm. - That's good.
Good. Breathe.
We'll remove the tube.
- Don't worry. We'll take it out. - Great!
- Let's sit you up. - Come on.
- Go on, cough. Cough hard. - Good!
- Very good. That's it. - Perfect!
It's over.
We're going to insert a nasal cannula to help you breathe.
It doesn't hurt. We put it in your nose.
- Breathe deeply. - There you go.
- Great. - It'll all be okay.
- That's it. - There you go.
You're back.
Hello, Thomas.
Do you recognize me?
I'm Anna Kieffer, your psychologist.
We met when you woke up.
Do you remember?
There. That's better, right?
I can't move.
That's normal for now.
You were in a coma for a long time. Your muscles are very weak.
But there are people here who will take care of you
and help you get better.
I'm also here to help you.
I remember you.
That's good.
And do you remember what happened last night?
You had another panic attack.
What are you afraid of?
The monster.
There is no monster.
Those are your memories returning.
Your memory is being restored. Do you understand?
You do remember why you're here, right?
No.
I've already told you.
Would you like to hear it again?
All right.
Something terrible happened in your home.
It was three years ago.
Your parents, Betty and Marc, were murdered and shot to death.
Your cousin Dylan was also there.
He was shot before being strangled.
You, Thomas, were found nearly dead with a knife in your belly.
You were 16 when it happened.
It's now 2001. You're 19.
Can you hear me?
Thomas?
Thomas, look at me.
Thomas.
Thomas, stay with me.
Take my hand.
Squeeze as hard as you can.
Thomas?
Squeeze my hand, please.
Go on. Squeeze my hand.
Laura.
- What? - Where is she?
Where's my sister?
You should discuss that with your shrink.
We're gonna work now. Squeeze my hand.
Come on, Thomas. Do what I do.
Like this.
Harder.
Can you squeeze harder?
Okay, that's good. Let go.
Let go, Thomas. Loosen your fingers.
Let go of my hand.
Okay.
Good.
I thought you should know.
Okay, thank you.
Don't hurt my sister.
Why would I hurt her?
Is she here?
No.
- She's not here. - Where is she?
You told your physio
your sister was with you on the night of the murders, right?
She didn't do anything.
I'm not the police, Thomas.
They will come question you.
But we have time, you and I, to understand what happened.
Where's my sister? I want to see her.
Thomas, listen to me.
Laura's missing.
What?
Your sister is missing.
I can help you remember.
We need to know what happened.
There was a big storm that night.
The neighbors said the thunder made the walls shake.
They found you at dawn on the living room floor,
the knife in your belly.
Your house is located at 7 Rue des Corneilles.
You live there
with your family.
It's a nice house.
With a small yard.
There are large bay windows, two stories,
and stone on the walls.
Are any images coming back to you?
Yes.
Tell me what you see.
My house.
Is there anyone with you?
Yes.
Laura.
What does she look like?
She's beautiful.
No, don't go.
Laura, no!
I'm here with you.
Go on.
Want me to get caught?
Stop calling my home.
I gave you the store's number, so use it.
Tomorrow.
I don't know.
It's strange, an empty room in a house.
Is there something
in the room that you don't want to see?
No, she's fine with it.
I can leave the store early, you know.
- It's not busy at the moment. - Yeah.
- So, you are hungry? - Yeah.
Come and sit down.
Want some meat?
Yes, I would.
Bread?
Thanks.
Hold out your plate.
The pasta may be a bit overcooked.
Bon appétit.
Thanks.
Why are you smiling like that?
I'm not smiling.
Be right back.
Don't say a word.
Okay.
Everything okay?
Yeah, fine.
From you?
Why?
Open it. You'll see.
Do you like it?
Not gonna try it on?
I will.
Well?
Leave it.
It'll stop.
I'll get it.
Stay where you are.
I said stay where you are!
Does anyone want
some more meat?
- We need to finish the roast. - We'll finish it tomorrow.
That dog just never stops, does he? It's unbearable.
What does Laura represent to you?
Everything.
Let's stop there for today.
Memories will likely continue to resurface outside our sessions.
Let them, okay? Don't fight them.
But I ask you for one thing.
Don't try to force your memory unless I'm here.
You're disorientated.
It could cause you to confuse the past with the present.
To mix your memories up with reality.
Do you understand?
It's important.
Yes.
Thank you.
- Good night. - Good night.
I'll remove this. You don't need it anymore.
Your first time in the wheelchair may be painful.
All right?
Hello.
How are you?
Hey.
- Where are you taking him? - For physio.
But that's in his room.
He has an appointment.
Are you sure?
Yes, I'm sure, yeah.
- Is his shrink here? - What's with all the questions?
No reason. Forget about it.
Point your toes to the ceiling. Go. Gently.
There. Don't force it too much, Thomas.
Okay, good. Relax.
Try not to lift your feet.
Just your toes, okay? Go on. One more time.
Okay, good. Relax. Take a breather.
Very good, really.
Bastien!
Make some effort.
Look at the others. They're trying.
You have to push yourself,
or I can't help you.
Thomas. Let's move to the mat.
Okay. Does that feel good?
One more time.
There.
Now on to the elbow.
- Come on, bend it. - Come on.
- And extend. There. - That's great.
Come on, bend one last time.
And extend your arm. Great.
Thomas?
I'm gonna prop you up.
Come on.
Try and hold your head up.
Thomas?
Thomas, what's wrong?
Tell me where it hurts.
Thomas?
Laurie, help, please.
- What's going on? - Relax. I don't know.
Prop him up.
I'm trying, but... Thomas? Relax. Let your head fall.
- Breathe. It's gonna be okay. - Thomas?
Thomas?
You're safe here.
No one will come hurt you.
- No, he was here. I saw him. - But you're the only one who saw him.
- It's an image your brain fabricated. - No.
- Not reality. - He's coming for me.
- A hallucination. - Don't wanna believe me?
- It's not that. - Why don't you believe me?
He took Laura. Now he's coming for me.
What do you mean, he took Laura? Do you remember something?
He was outside the house.
Shut it, mutt!
It's him.
What are you doing here?
You're coming to my home now?
My mom said she didn't want to see you!
Go away!
Don't ever call again!
Come on, let's go home.
What's that?
Betty, is that you?
Everything okay?
I'm talking to you.
What did you do?
Nothing.
Not nothing. You're covered in blood.
I got run over by a car. Will that do?
Wash up before your mom sees.
Where did the cuts come from?
I don't know.
What? Does it sting?
No.
I can't feel anything.
Marc, it's me.
What's wrong?
Are you afraid of me too?
Sometimes, yeah.
What frightens you about Laura?
Did she sometimes lose her temper
and become violent?
No.
No, what?
She didn't do anything.
How can you be so sure
when you've forgotten what happened?
It's him.
Who?
Your mother's lover?
Yes. He hurt her.
Did he hurt Laura?
Thomas?
I don't know.
Then who?
That's it. Very good.
I'm right here. I've got you. Don't worry.
See, you're walking.
Whoa! Hang on. I'm here. There we go.
- Let's go. - No, I want to keep going.
- No, Thomas. - I want to.
No, we're stopping. You did a great job. Come on.
- Let me go. - No.
Stop. Let me go.
Let me go.
- Come see. - What?
Two planes crashed in New York.
Wait. Are you serious?
They crashed into the towers. It's insane. Hundreds dead. It's all over TV.
I've never seen anything like it. Come see.
- It's on TV. Come. - Okay, we're coming.
We'll be back in two minutes.
If you need anything, we're just behind that door, okay?
Why are you here?
You don't talk?
Someone tried to kill me
with a knife.
I don't know who.
I forgot.
And you?
Who was inside?
Are they dead?
My parents are dead too.
And my sister's missing.
We're the same.
What's going on?
You moved by yourself?
Thomas, don't move when I'm not here. Got it?
Yeah.
Is what's happening on TV bad?
Yes. It's really bad.
Did you hurt your leg?
I had an accident.
A car accident?
What makes you think it was a car accident?
Can you close the door, please?
Why's he looking at me like that?
It's not you she's looking at.
It's me.
How come you're not with Laura?
I don't know where she is.
Actually, I think you were with her.
You followed her, didn't you?
Where were you really?
- Are you laughing at me? - No.
Hey, everything's fine.
I like being with you.
Really?
Yes, really.
You're not like the others.
You're special.
Stop! You're hurting me!
Fuck.
You really are nuts.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.
Don't touch me again!
Don't look.
Don't look!
Look, Thomas.
Look at her.
Good, Thomas. You're making quick progress.
When will I walk?
At this rate, soon, I think.
And Bastien?
Don't worry about Bastien. Worry about yourself.
Okay, see you tomorrow.
Bastien?
Thomas!
- What are you doing? Thomas! - No, wait. Look.
Go on, toss it back.
That's good, Bastien.
It's very good.
That's good, Thomas. That's really good, guys.
Okay.
Go on, Thomas.
There. That's really good.
Okay, let's stop with the ball now.
Why?
Because that's how it is.
Know what? I'll take you back, Bastien.
Thank you.
Laura?
Honey, where are you?
Laura!
Laura, this isn't at all funny.
Laura!
Laura?
Laura.
Move. Laura, move!
Laura?
- Wait! - Don't move!
Come back! Wait!
Laura?
- Laura! - Stop moving!
Laura!
Laura, open up!
Laura! Open up, Laura! Open...
It's you.
- It's you! What did you do to her? - Stop moving!
- What did you do? - Shut up!
- Where is she? - Shut up!
Mom!
Can't you see this is all your fault?
All right.
I asked. There were only female nurses on shift last night.
That's impossible.
Sorry, Thomas. You must be mistaken.
Look at my arm.
Yes, you had a panic attack, and a nurse came to administer a sedative.
- No. - Look, it's written here.
Jessica, 3:17 a.m.
I know what I saw. It wasn't a hallucination.
- You were forcing your memory. - He knows where Laura is.
- You're getting mixed up. - It's him!
We're going round in circles.
What?
Yes.
We're going round in circles.
You know, actually.
What do I know?
You know what happened. Where Laura is.
What I know
is a lot of parts are still murky.
- I don't understand. - The revolver, for example.
And also, Dylan.
He came to your house a few days before the tragedy.
Does your cousin have anything to do with all this?
Come in.
Need help?
No, it's okay. I'm done.
Not taking the ball?
- Why? You know how to play? - No.
There you go.
It's not hard.
Are you done, honey? Got everything?
What's wrong?
I don't understand...
why you're sending me to stay with them.
Because they're family.
But I want to stay with you.
Please, don't do this.
Why? I can...
I told you. I can get a hotel near the hospital.
I'll visit you every day. I don't mind. Please listen.
Dylan. No!
Three weeks.
What's three weeks?
You know...
I think it's best for your mom if you come with us.
Do you understand?
They're family, you said?
We never see them.
We don't even know them!
That's true.
He's right.
But I'm here now.
- I'm here. - All right.
You should go. You've got a long drive.
You're right.
Take care of yourself.
- Take care of my son. - I will.
I'll call as soon as we arrive.
Dylan.
Give me a kiss.
Mom!
Give me a kiss.
I love you.
I love you too.
I love you.
I love you, Mom.
Shall we go?
Here, sis.
This is for you.
Thank you.
What is it?
Come and look.
Dylan, come on!
Is that Dad?
Oh, my princess.
- So beautiful. - So cute.
And Dylan!
Come see!
Come on!
You said we aren't family, but look.
See, we were all together. You're so cute!
Is that me in your belly?
Wait!
What's after that?
- Where am I? - Thomas, we should go.
Why aren't there any pictures of me? Mom, where am I?
- Where am I? - That's enough!
Let's go.
It's crazy how much snow you've had here.
Isn't it?
And it's not melting!
I love snow.
Can we put on some music?
Do you mind?
- If we put on some music? - No.
The new dog grooming salon...
Now for a news update...
Those who call their teacher "mom"...
Oh, no. This! Yeah.
For whoever opens me
My mouth goes red
When I smell fresh blood
Whoever touches it will never forget it
Strange kisses
Can we turn it up?
After-school snacks
Taken at random
A sweet odyssey
I float my evils away In the gears of a Ulysses
From the neighborhood
Pénélope, a child of pop Wrapping herself in a top
That's low-cut
I am a poisonous flower
With a heady perfume
A deadly mushroom
Eat me if you can
Black is my heart
Coal from the deep
It belongs to the miners
Dumb bitch!
Don't cry, Mom.
Stop.
- Don't cry. - Stop.
- Leave me alone. - Don't cry.
Don't cry, Mom.
What do you feel?
Nothing.
You can hold my hand if you want.
Anna.
Anna!
Are you okay? Did you sleep here?
What's going on?
They're here. They want to see you.
I'll be back.
- What are you doing here? - Nothing.
- Get out. - Excuse me?
- No joke. You need to get out. - Fine, I'll finish and come down.
- You don't get it. You need to get out! - Hey, easy!
You think I'm crazy?
Is that it?
What's up with that dog?
He has rabies.
Don't fuck with me.
No, it's the truth.
He should be put down.
Why can't we be here?
We're not allowed.
Well, that's dumb.
It'd make a great bedroom.
Better than the basement.
What's going on?
Who was it?
Have they found Laura?
- We don't have much time left. - Do they know where she is?
We need to make progress, Thomas.
Come on, tell me.
Anna.
I know where the gun came from.
Well, you sure were hungry!
Want some more?
- No, thank you. - Look how much is left!
- Come on! - Just a little, then.
It's my pleasure.
Thank you, Betty.
Are you all right downstairs?
Yeah, it's fine.
You'd tell me if something was wrong?
Really, it's fine.
Perfect, then.
Tell her you want to be upstairs.
That's not true.
Yes, it is. You said it would "make a great bedroom."
That it was "dumb" to leave it like that.
I never said that.
I believe you, Dylan. Don't worry.
- Why don't you believe me? - Don't start.
Do you believe me, Dad?
I said don't start.
Apologize.
- Apologize. - Stop, for fuck's sake!
He did say that.
- Very well. We'll talk about it later. - Talk about what later?
Perfect timing!
Maybe you want me to answer?
- You and I are going to have a chat. - Thomas, stop that.
What's it to you? Is it that other guy? Is she still with him?
I said stop it.
What? He's part of the family. He has a right to know.
Shut up!
Dylan.
It's your mom. Coming?
It'll be okay. You need to believe in her.
I know her. I know she'll fight.
She'll fight, and she'll win.
Don't worry.
And I'm sorry about tonight.
It wasn't very pleasant.
That's all right.
You okay?
Yes.
My mother's weird, huh?
I don't think so.
This place isn't like yours.
I know.
How do you know?
Well, what happened. Why they're like that.
So you know what my parents are hiding in their room?
No?
What are you talking about?
It's in a box,
hidden deep inside a closet.
My father brought it here.
I saw him.
Years ago.
It hasn't moved. It's still there.
That's nonsense.
No, it's the truth.
Maybe my father wanted to blow his brains out.
Or kill her and himself.
Or kill all of us?
Move your hand!
No, don't cry.
You're safe. I have the bullets. They'll never find them.
I don't want her to die.
She's not going to die.
Does that fucking dog ever stop?
Never.
It's unbearable.
I know.
Laura?
You there?
You found me.
What's with you today?
Where's Bastien?
Bastien's changed groups.
- Why? - He just has.
- Time to work now. - No.
"No"?
Take me back to my room.
Hello, Thomas.
No, I don't want to see her.
Get her out.
- Stop it! Let me go! - Leave him. It's fine, thank you.
Close the door behind you.
Thank you.
What's going on, Thomas? Talk to me.
- I saw you in the parking lot. - What?
With the nurse.
- What do you mean? - Tell me the truth.
- What truth? - Tell me!
- Can you walk, Thomas? - Tell me.
- Thomas, can you walk? - Go on!
Yes. I spoke with the nurse.
I needed to explain to him the work we are doing together.
You're lying. You think I'm an idiot.
No. Not at all.
You've treated me like an idiot all along!
Don't project your anger onto me. It won't get you anywhere.
Why are you putting things in my head?
I'm not putting anything in your head. I'm helping you remember.
Thomas, look at me.
- Let me tell you a story. - No.
- An experiment, rather. - Get out.
It was long ago. Emperor Frederick II...
I said get out!
Emperor Frederick II took six newborns.
He ordered the nurses to feed them,
to change them, but never communicate with them,
not even cuddle them.
Basically, to never forge any bonds.
- Can you guess what happened? - I don't care.
All the children died.
All of them.
We only survive by forging bonds.
Don't break the one you have with me. It's the only one you have left.
Not true. I have Laura.
You have Laura?
- Is she here now? - Enough.
- I know what it's like to grow up alone. - We're done!
No.
We'll keep going.
I'll tell you the truth.
Laura is ill.
Laura's had behavioral issues since she was a child.
- Stop it now. - These issues got worse with age.
Stop it, or I'll hit you!
Do you enjoy manipulating me?
You're manipulating your memories.
Why make me believe my sister's guilty?
You know what I see?
I'll tell you.
I see a child whose traumatized parents didn't see,
who grew up alone and transformed his suffering into violence.
- Stop, I can't do this. - Why was your father defeated?
- Stop. - Why was your mother cold and distant?
- Why are you the only survivor? - Stop, I can't take anymore.
- And that empty room, whose is it? - Stop.
Where's Laura?
Where is she?
I don't know.
On the contrary.
I think you're going to tell me now. Where's Laura?
Where has she been all along?
Tell me.
Behind the wall.
What's going on?
It's the neighbor's dog. It's dead.
Don't stay here. Don't watch. Come on.
Dylan, are you coming?
I didn't do anything.
I didn't do anything!
Thomas, do you ever stop?
I can't take anymore.
Okay, Marc, hold him. Do something.
Thomas, calm down.
He's giving me a headache.
You're giving me a headache, Thomas.
LAURA GRIMAUD 1978 - 1982
You know what I see?
I see a child whose traumatized parents didn't see,
who grew up alone...
and transformed his suffering into violence.
- Stay with me. - Stop!
Stop, Thomas! Calm down!
Calm down! Stop it!
- Stop it. - Mom!
I said stay where you are!
Stop! You're hurting me!
What are you doing here? My mom said she didn't want to see you!
Go away!
What did you do now?
I got run over by a car. Will that do?
- Get out. - Excuse me?
- No joke. We're not allowed in here. - Fine. I'll finish and come down.
- You need to get out! - Hey, easy!
You need to believe in her!
Move your hand.
Leave me alone.
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Bastien!
Wake up!
Wake up.
Bastien, we need to go.
We need to leave.
What are you doing? Stop.
Bastien!
Bastien, stop!
Stop it! Bastien, stop!
I'm not gonna hurt you! Stop! We need to leave!
- Stop! - Come on!
Fucking stop it! Shit!
Are you okay?
It's all right. It's over. I'm here.
Calm down.
It's over. Calm down.
Dylan?
What are you doing in there again? I told you it's off-limits.
Mom?
What are you doing?
What's going on?
Dylan is moving in.
What?
He doesn't want to be downstairs with you.
You always said no one was allowed in there.
You killed the dog.
- I didn't. - How could you?
- It wasn't me who killed it, Mom. - It's abhorrent.
You're abhorrent.
We'll take care of you. We'll get you treatment.
Mom.
- What did you tell them? - Marc.
- Why did you say that? - I told the truth!
- Why did you say that? - Think about what you did. Calm down.
- Dad, I didn't do anything, I swear. - Calm down, Thomas.
- I didn't kill it. It wasn't me. - Breathe. Stop.
- I didn't kill it, I swear. - Stop.
- It's not true. - Stop.
It wasn't me! I swear it's not true. I didn't kill it.
You're scaring us.
So leave us alone.
You deadbeat.
You're all pathetic!
Go on, do it.
Marc?
Marc, is that you?
Marc, what's going on?
Marc, answer me, for fuck's sake!
Betty?
Betty, what was that?
- Don't move. - What are you doing?
Thomas! Thomas, wait.
- Don't move. - Wait.
Wait.
- Open up. - Stop it.
- Stop it! - Open up!
I'm sorry.
I'm begging you.
Don't do this.
Help!
Did you know he could walk?
Anna?
I'm talking to you.
Did you know he could walk?
Okay, you knew.
You realize he nearly killed him?
No. I don't think he wanted to hurt him.
You're completely oblivious.
- You've been out of control all along. - Let's go outside, please.
You let him believe his sister was still alive.
Not here.
No, enough of your schemes.
He has to hear it!
Your sister's dead.
Hit by a car just before you were born!
- There. - Are you done? Are you proud of yourself?
Are you? What did your experiment do?
Find out if he was responsible for his actions.
Sorry?
I listened to him over several sessions to access his memories.
- Stop it. That's just bullshit. - I told you.
He brought his sister back to life so he wouldn't have to face reality.
Do you realize what you're saying?
What did you want me to do?
Tell him everything, make him decompensate, and lose him again?
He's a monster.
He has a right to treatment,
to be heard, seen.
Whether you like it or not.
Pardon him while you're at it.
Get out.
Please.
I'm sorry, Thomas.
I'm really sorry.
I'm a parcel bomb
A Trojan horse
A poisoned gift
For whoever opens me
My mouth goes red
When I smell fresh blood
Whoever touches it will never forget it...
After-school snacks
Taken at random
I float my evils away In the gears of a Ulysses
From the neighborhood
Pénélope, a child of pop Wrapping herself in a top
That's low-cut
I'm a poisonous flower
With a heady scent
A deadly mushroom
Eat me if you can
Black is my heart
Coal from the deep
It belongs to the miners Boys who are a bit dirty
Strange kisses
After-school snacks
Taken at random
A sweet odyssey
I float my evils away In the gears of a Ulysses
From the neighborhood
Pénélope, a child of pop Wrapping herself in a top
That's low-cut
Green are my eyes
Carrion green, viper green
Blue are your bruises
When I strike, when you lose
Strange kisses
After-school snacks
Taken at random
A sweet odyssey
I float my evils away In the gears of a Ulysses
From the neighborhood
Pénélope, a child of pop Wrapping herself in a top
That's low-cut
BASED ON THE GRAPHIC NOVEL BY TIMOTHÉ LE BOUCHER
FOR VICTOIRE LEFEBVRE-FISCH FOREVER OUR "VICKY BAOLI"
Subtitle translation by: Jaclyn McLoughlin