(dog panting, chewing)
(whines)
Émile: Albert.
- (Albert whines) - Émile: That's right.
(Albert chewing)
(car honking)
(clicks tongue affectionately)
Good boy, Albert!
(cars honking)
(Albert pants, chews)
(driver 1 sighs heavily)
Shit, right?
- Yeah, shit! - (cars honking)
Don't feed him those. Full of salt and nitrites.
You keep off them, too.
Eating is like talking. It defines you as a human being.
Even better, it defines how you exist in the world.
And eating chips means I don't exist?
You're passive.
Guzzling anything on offer. Like Albert.
Disobedience. That's real courage today.
So how come I obey you?
(cars continue honking)
That's different. I'm not the system.
Good boy.
- (Albert whines) - Here, put that on.
No way, Dad. It stinks of bad squid.
Look, make an effort. You came along for once.
And we're late.
- I told you I had plans. - What plans?
Gaming with your lame friends?
You said I didn't have to come.
Then you'd be on time.
- You're kidding me! - (ambulance siren blaring)
You knew we had an important appointment
- at the hospital, and then... - (cars honking)
Hold on, Émile, what the hell?
- Dammit! - (Albert barks)
Shit!
- Émile! Whoa! - (car honking)
- François: Get back in the car! - (cars honking)
François: Émile!
- Émile, Knock it off! - What the heck!
We both have an appointment, we both go. Period!
- (loud thuds) - (indistinct muffled yelling)
(whines)
(thuds and yelling continue)
(barks)
(man groaning)
- (creature screams, groans) - (woman screams)
(nervous chatter)
(breathes heavily)
(man grunts, groans)
- Medic 1: Keep calm! - Creature: Don't touch me!
- (Medic 1 groans) - (Albert barking)
- (loud thuds) - Creature: You bastards!
(indistinct yelling)
- (teeth crunching) - (Medic 2 screams)
- (barks) - (grunting)
(Albert whines)
(grunting and groaning)
(Medic 2 screams)
(loud thuds)
(Albert whines)
(car rumbling)
(car creaking)
(Albert whining)
(shrieks)
(Albert whining)
(François breathing heavily)
- (car rumbling) - (loud thud)
(creature shrieking)
- (creature yelling) - Medic 1: Stop!
(bystanders screaming)
- Medic 1: Come back! - (car honking)
Come on, Émile.
(car engine starting)
(siren blaring in distance)
- (indistinct chatter) - (car engines rumbling)
(sighs)
- Driver 2: Move! - (car horn honking)
Strange days!
Strange days, yeah!
(car engine revving)
(fly buzzing)
Woman: Stop that.
- Stop bothering people. - It's fine.
(chuckles softly)
(door opens)
- Mr. Marindaze. - François: Yes.
Émile.
(door closes)
Dr. Beaudoin: Hello, François.
Hello, Émile. Good to see you.
- (both greet) - Dr. Beaudoin: So...
Lana's improving.
Significative progress.
Three weeks since her last episode.
I don't want to jump the gun
but the treatment seems to be working.
We're confident, we can stabilize her condition.
First piece of good news.
The second is...
Reception Center South will open ahead of schedule.
Your wife's transfer will be in May with our other patients.
- This coming May? - Dr. Beaudoin: Mm-hmm.
You'll still move with her?
Sure, of course.
I reached out to a contact in hospitality
- and found a school for Émile. - Dr. Beaudoin: Mm-hmm.
We're working on it, we'll be ready.
You said we'd talk before making a decision.
Émile, the south's great.
A move will do us good. New horizons.
I keep telling you, humans are not sedentary.
- (remarks in response) - That lifestyle kills us.
The Center's an opportunity.
With the best treatment, eventually, she can come home.
That's what matters.
She'll get back to normal there?
You know, these mutations...
are a recent phenomenon.
It's complex.
I freely admit, we're in the dark,
but we're getting there.
In two years, we've made real progress
in deciphering this disease. So yes, don't lose hope.
You say doctors are liars and quacks, and now you agree.
(hesitates) I never said that.
Not in so many words.
It so happens, the doctor's right.
It's a question of time. We always get there in the end.
Rabies, the plague. Measles.
And Ebola? And diabetes? Colds even. Zip! Come on!
Look, you heard as well as me.
Treatments work. There's significant progress.
Dr. Beaudoin: Significative. Your mom is calm.
No comparison with before your dad brought her in.
Before you brought her in.
By force. I didn't bring anyone in.
Dr. Beaudoin: François,
for the 100th time, keeping her was not an option.
Why talk down to him?
(denies in response)
You all talk down to him. Dad reads up on this.
I do not talk down to him. The situation was dangerous.
"Born to cause no bother, forfeit, esteem and patience."
René Char summed it up.
(Dr. Beaudoin sighing)
(chuckles)
Go see your mom?
François: They've thinned it out.
- Lana: Mm. - François: It's way better.
You can see the far end now.
(François hesitates)
You still go for walks?
Lana: Hmm.
François: You need fresh air.
Lana: Mm-hmm.
- François: Émile... - (sighs)
François: I'll be back. We're not going.
(footsteps approaching)
What are you waiting for? Go talk to her.
It's not like she understands.
(calls out softly)
François: Smile.
(both chuckle)
She's your mother.
Hmm?
- (grunts in agreement) - (François calls out)
(Lana sighing)
(Lana purring)
(inhales deeply)
(exhales heavily)
(inhales deeply)
(thrilling choral music playing)
THE ANIMAL KINGDOM
(music continues)
Look, there it is.
RECEPTION CENTER SOUTH
(François remarking)
(Albert pants)
(door closes)
It's great!
Cabinets and everything.
(Albert panting, whining)
(François sighs)
(fly buzzing)
François: Magnificent cabana!
Smell that pure air!
I smell you need a shower.
(laughs) Quit the long face.
Quit the long face!
- It's only temporary. - (remarks)
For a vacation rental, it's cool.
Get off me!
- (Albert barks) - Albert, pow!
(whines)
(students chattering)
Teacher: So...
We have a new student for the rest of the year.
I'm relying on you to give him a warm welcome.
Anything to add?
Uh, um...
Yes, I'm Émile.
Very happy to meet you all.
I'm only here for two months
but I look forward to getting to know you.
Your name's Émile? Your parents hate you or what?
- (all laugh) - (chuckles dryly) Funny.
Teacher: Thanks, Victor, for the constructive comment.
You got expelled before?
Nina!
It's weird, turning up now. You got in trouble?
No, a career opportunity for my dad.
What do your folks do?
- Dad's a cook. - And your mother?
My mother's dead.
(interrupts, hesitates)
Nina, thank you. Émile, you can sit down.
Great job, Nina. Nice and awkward.
Teacher: Last week, we started reading Phèdre.
Did you get time to do...
Nina, I hope it's relevant.
For Émile...
No offense,
it's just you're new, so I'm curious.
My ADHD means I blurt stuff out. Sometimes I offend people.
My brain races ahead, then I feel guilty.
Okay, it's no big deal.
What's the scar from?
Lightning.
- What's your favorite music? - Nina, enough.
- Can we move on? - (students chattering)
Teacher: Thank you. So, Phèdre...
Last week, we discussed the definition of catharsis.
Can someone tell me what it means?
Victor: Jordan wants to do Phèdre's monologue
- but he's too shy to ask. - (students laugh)
Teacher: I'd be delighted but cut it out, Victor.
(students chattering)
(soft pensive music playing)
(group chattering)
You're not cooking?
(music fades)
Cooking, serving...
A place like this, you gotta multi-task. You adapt.
François: Naïma...
This is my son, Émile.
Hello, Émile.
- It smells delicious. - Naïma: (giggles) Thanks.
Jacques: Half-pint's here!
- (François chuckles) - I'm Jacques.
Your dad says you're good in the kitchen.
If it pays well.
Jacques: (laughs) Very pragmatic.
You like it down here?
Yeah, the town and all, it's cool.
And it has history, gives it charm.
Except for their new Center with all that concrete.
- Yeah, for the monsters. - Jacques: Exactly. Anyway...
François, you got the canoes?
- Yeah. Be right back. - Jacques: Nobody's serving?
- (wind chimes ringing) - (Jacques chattering)
Scared of creatures?
There's nothing to be scared of.
(indistinct chatter)
- (wind whooshing) - (customers exclaim)
Seasons gone haywire!
(objects clattering)
See that sky?
(thunder rumbling)
(thunder crashing)
- (clattering) - (Albert whimpers)
- François: Shit! - (door opens)
- (rain pattering loudly) - (thunder rumbling)
François: (grumbles) Fuck it!
Fucking cabana! (groans)
I woke you?
(circuit breaker switches clacking)
François: Go back to bed. It's late.
(wind howling)
(François grumbling)
(grumbles) Ah.
(thunder crashing)
(François grumbling)
Shit!
(grunts, gasps)
(breathes heavily)
(river burbling)
François: (straining) One, two, three...
(François and Émile grunt)
François: C'mon, together!
(cell phone ringing)
François: Hold on.
(cell phone ringing)
François: Hello?
Yeah, that's me.
(hesitates) How come?
Hold on.
I don't get it. What happened?
When?
Where?
(car rumbling)
- (police radio chirps) - (indistinct radio chatter)
- (work crew chattering) - (chainsaw whirring)
Officer: Move along, sir.
(work crew continues chattering)
Émile: Dad, what are you doing?
(boat engine whirring)
(work crew chattering)
Officer: Sir!
Émile: Dad, what the hell?
(Émile calls out)
Let go!
Officer: Stop!
- François: Let go of me! - You have to leave, sir!
(François arguing)
François: Let go of me! Where's my wife?
Leave us alone! Let me go!
- Julia: Hey, calm down! - (argues loudly)
Keep calm! What's going on?
A civilian and his kid.
Looking for his wife.
She's a critter. I mean, a creature.
A victim.
Sergeant Julia Izquierdo. You're in good hands.
Do you hear me?
Dad!
What happened?
Julia: The bus veered off the road.
A tree fell on the road in the storm.
What's your wife's name?
Marindaze, Lana. (breathing heavily)
- (siren blaring) - (indistinct chatter)
(clattering)
(indistinct chatter continues)
Not found yet.
Over 40 missing. We're just starting.
- Commander: Izquierdo! - (sighs heavily)
Julia: Coming, sir.
I'll leave it to my colleague to take your details.
What details?
All we need to find your wife.
We're on it.
Officer: Thanks, sergeant.
(crane creaking, whirring)
(ominous music playing)
(barks)
François: Your t-shirt.
My t-shirt?
Her sense of smell is enhanced. She'll pick up the scent, see?
And find us.
Don't you get it? Mom won't be back.
François: I understand, but you're wrong.
Give me your t-shirt.
No, I won't give you my t-shirt.
- (Albert barking) - (crickets chirping)
Okay, go back inside where it's nice and warm.
Émile: Good night.
- (water splashing) - François: Shit!
(grumbling)
Émile: What the hell are you doing, Dad?
(students chattering)
I bet we get a state of emergency
due to the critters.
Any more curfews, I'll kill myself.
No joke.
Student 1: I heard they caught one in town.
There were cops everywhere.
Student 2: I'd love to see one for real.
Student 1: Seriously?
(clattering)
Nina: Okay?
Émile: Hey.
Pooped already?
I didn't get much sleep.
Yeah, droopy lids!
Stick 'em up!
- (chuckles) - Huh?
Don't you get the joke?
Droopy lids. Stick 'em up!
(students continue chattering)
Sportswear mandatory, Marindaze wears a cardigan.
Surely some mistake!
- (students laughing) - (whistle blowing)
(indistinct chatter)
Longer stride, knees higher!
You don't lob a discus. I already told you.
- Come on, I'm doing my best. - (students laugh, chatter)
Gym Teacher: (sighs) Everybody has an activity,
Marindaze takes root. Surely some mistake.
Victor: The mistake is Marindaze.
(students grunting)
Marindaze, tug-of-war with the weaker team.
Wake up, show some enthusiasm. Move it!
Off the track! There are people running.
- (whistle blowing) - Victor: Pull! Harder!
Come on, girls!
- Maëlle: Pull, Nina! - Victor: Harder!
(students chattering)
Gym Teacher: Feeble. Flex your puny arms!
(all grunt)
Gym Teacher: C'mon, don't give up!
(all grunt)
What is this?
(students chattering)
Nina: It's just him. Pull!
Jordan: Come on, girls, pull!
Gym Teacher: You guys, help your buddy.
(all grunting)
- Pull! What are you doing? - What do you think?
(all groaning)
Gym Teacher: There you go. Excellent!
- You girls are useless. - You jerk.
- (whistle blowing) - (students chattering)
Good work, Marindaze. Come to my party Friday.
It's at my place!
Victor: And Mokhtari will like that.
Right, Mokhtari?
I gotta go.
Nina: What's up with him? You okay?
(door opens, closes)
(Albert whines)
- (breathes heavily) - (zipper opening)
(barks)
(Émile breathing heavily)
- What the hell is that? - (Albert whining)
(pants)
(groans)
(screams in agony)
- (screams) - (tweezers clattering)
(sobs)
(Albert whining)
(breathes heavily)
(Albert whimpering)
(barks)
(whimpers, breathes heavily)
(thud against cabinet)
- (Albert barking) - (grunts, sobs)
(clattering)
(breathes heavily)
(Albert whining)
(barks)
(licking)
François: Émile, it's Dad.
I'm working tonight but I made lasagna.
Just heat it up. Please, no microwave.
Love you. Big kiss.
Julia: Going to war?
And you're opening a steakhouse?
- (chuckles) - François: You got my messages?
I called in 15 times.
Nobody updated you?
No.
Sorry, but actually, we're not on the search.
Why on earth not?
That's exactly how I reacted.
I expected to be working 24/7
but they're sending in the military.
And we house and feed them. As you can see.
Good team players, sure,
but it pisses me off,
training all year round, on the alert...
I'm in shape for the Olympics and I wind up buying sausages.
(sighing)
Anyways...
"Honor and Country!"
(exclaims)
- Going to war? - (clattering)
(woman screaming)
(nervous chatter)
Lieutenant: We've got it. On the scene with Izquierdo.
Julia: Sir, National Gendarmerie.
What's going on?
Over there, there was a critter.
Evacuate calmly, please.
Secure the entrance and evacuate the store.
Folks, let's... (calls out)
(calls out)
What are you doing?
- Lana! - (Julia calls out)
- Stop. You hear me? - (shushes)
(calls out)
(creature growls softly)
(François and Julia groan)
(Julia calls out)
- (Julia calls out) - (creature squeals)
Julia: Stop!
(Julia grunts)
- (thud) - (Julia and creature groan)
Julia: Got her!
(PA announcement bell chiming)
(tap on microphone)
Employee: (over PA) We'd like to inform customers
a police operation is ongoing in our store.
Please make your way to the checkouts. Thank you.
(low tense music playing)
Don't be afraid.
(creature growling softly)
Officer: Evacuate, sir. We've got this.
(creature whimpering softly)
- (officer whistles) - (creature snarls)
(loud thuds)
- (officers chattering) - (siren blaring)
- (sighs) - (indistinct radio chatter)
The commander thanks you for your civic behavior.
(remarks in response)
What's that for really?
Camping.
Sure.
You know, entering the forest is prohibited.
Sure.
Officer: Sergeant!
Julia.
François.
- Julia: Bonnell, in the car. - (car trunk closes)
(birds chirping)
(Albert whines)
- (sniffing, licking) - (Émile groans)
(calls out to Albert)
- (knocking on door) - François: Up and at 'em!
- (Émile agrees) - (exclaims) Stinks in here.
Didn't you hear your alarm?
- Stop, Dad! - François: Didn't you hear it?
- Émile: Get out! Out! - (François urges)
Shit, that stinks.
François: Move it, I want a word.
Okay, I'll be right there.
(footsteps departing)
(cell phone buzzing)
Coming to Jordan's Friday
(clattering in distance)
François: You skipped my lasagna. You sick?
Émile: No, I wasn't hungry.
What's all this?
- Huh? - Sit down.
Hanging clothes on the ferns again?
I was right. There are survivors. I saw one.
We begin the search here this weekend.
You saw survivors?
Mm-hmm. We triangulate from here.
Then fan out west, away from the river.
- Trust me. We'll find her. - (dog barking in distance)
I'm going to a party Friday. Till late.
Hold on...(chuckles) ...this is not a negotiation.
I said, you're coming.
Party another time.
- (calls out) - Émile: Yeah, got it.
Okay, but not too late.
You need sleep. Seven hours minimum. Be consistent!
(lively chatter)
♪ ("Bad Luck" by Indiana plays over speakers) ♪
(in English) ♪ Then the bad luck Is your destiny ♪
♪ I'll be bad luck for ya ♪
♪ I'll be bad luck ♪
♪ You don't even need to touch ♪
♪ Just one look And I got you hooked ♪
(in French) Cool, right? We throw lots of parties here.
Jordan's folks are loaded. They're never here.
Here.
(in English) ♪ Baby, if you decide to push ♪
♪ I'll be giving you The bad luck ♪
♪ Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck ♪
(upbeat music playing over speakers)
Jordan: (in French) Circular movements
are super tough.
You can't bend freely in armor
because you're stuck with arms like this.
Why don't you take up a real sport?
- Jordan: It is a real sport. - Maëlle: This one's awesome!
For St. John's Day.
- I'm fighting a duel. - This one's dope.
Jordan: Don't touch. It's fragile.
What's St. John's?
Nina: A traditional feast with sausages.
Jordan: You'll come watch?
I work the bar, so I'll miss the show.
Not a show, a fight. Joints are illegal strikes.
They'll cancel because of the creatures.
(chair scraping)
Nina: Okay, Maëlle?
Jordan: Where you going?
It's not sure it'll be canceled.
It's not that...
Jordan: What then?
Yesterday, I saw one.
After my Italian class, near the old town hall.
It was a woman with a horrible face.
Things coming out of her mouth, like an insect.
- Jordan's ma. - She looked at me.
Swear to god, her eyes were filled with hate.
Hold on, the old town hall?
Your class is nowhere near there.
Maëlle: You don't believe me? You're not on my side.
Nina: Sure, I believe you.
Just establishing the facts.
- (Émile groans) - (glass shatters)
Jordan and Maëlle: Okay, Émile?
- All right? - Wasted, that's all.
Jordan: He's in a bad way.
- I'll be fine. - Maëlle: Here...
Under your tongue.
(Victor exclaims and laughs)
(Jordan reacting)
- Going full horndog! - (Jordan laughing)
- That's so unhygienic. - Victor: We've lost Émile.
(group chattering)
Maëlle: Okay, Émile?
(burps)
(critter bellowing loudly)
What was that?
Put that down.
Who wants to croak a critter?
Shut it. They're living beings, like us.
Preachy bastard. I'll skewer you.
- (teens clamoring) - (swords clanging)
(low ominous music playing)
(dreamy choral music playing)
(boat engine revving)
(gags)
(music continues)
NO CRITTERS HERE!
(shushes)
What's that? (mutters)
What the fuck is that?
(knocking on door)
- Émile: Dad, no. - Come on, I'm your dad!
I'm good to go. I was waiting for you to get up.
(knocking on door)
François: Got home late?
No! I'm just grabbing a shower.
François: Move it! We leave in 10 minutes.
- (water running) - (coughs)
- (coughs roughly) - (water stops running)
(wretches, coughs)
François: Find her, Albert.
- (phone ringing) - (François shushes)
I told you to switch it off. There are cops!
(phone continues ringing)
François: Come on.
Émile: Dad? How did you feel when Mom started changing?
You know the René Char quote?
"Born to cause no bother, forfeit esteem and patience."
- (continues speaking) - But didn't it disgust you?
Like physically?
No.
It was different, that's all.
We confronted it together.
- "Confronted" it? - It's a figure of speech.
It was still her.
It changed nothing.
Hmm.
- You kissed her? - Yes, I still kissed her.
You thought it could go on forever?
(sighs) Can we focus here?
You're mad at me for them taking her
after she striked out at me?
I'm mad at you for mangling verbs.
And scarfing mass-produced salami.
You bought it.
(chuckles softly)
(Albert barking)
- (François whistling) - (Albert barking)
(yelling) Lana!
Émile: Super discreet for the cops.
(calls out loudly to Lana)
(François continues calling out)
(François calling out to Lana)
(calls out desperately)
(attempts to call out, coughs)
Shit!
(bottle cap popping)
Thanks.
Look in the door.
(button clicking)
François: The CD 2000 and something.
Émile: 2003.
Track one's our song. Mom and me.
I asked her to dance at a village fete.
She said it was super cheesy but it's her favorite song.
(remarks in English)
♪ ("Elle est d'ailleurs" by Pierre Bachelet plays) ♪
(Émile chuckles)
- (singer singing in French) - Wow, insane.
François: Window! Let her hear it.
- (button clicking) - (window whirring)
Louder!
(music volume rises)
(François calls out to Lana)
(calls out loudly)
(François continues calling out)
(François calls out to Lana)
(François calls out loudly)
(François continues calling out)
(yelling) Mom!
(calls out loudly to Lana)
(François calls out to Lana)
(both calling out loudly)
(both continue calling out)
(calls out repeatedly to Lana)
(both call out loudly)
(calls out loudly to Lana)
(song concludes)
(pants)
Fuck!
(Albert whines, growls)
(calls out quietly to Albert)
- Albert! - (bird cawing)
(calls out to Albert)
(animal chattering in distance)
(calls out to Albert)
(sniffs)
(soft squeal)
(creature 1 shrieks)
- (Émile breathes heavily) - (creature 1 growls)
(Albert barking)
(Émile groans)
(whimpers)
(creature 1 growls)
- (growls softly) - (Émile breathing heavily)
(sobs)
(creature 1 growls)
(creature 2 whines)
- (growls) - (screams in agony)
(screams, groans)
(creature 1 growls softly)
(François calling out to Émile)
(growls)
(François calling out)
(Albert growls)
- François: Back off! - (Albert barks)
(creature 1 growls)
(Albert barking)
Come on.
Creature 1: Beat it!
François: Come on.
(Albert barking)
(screams in pain) Dad, stop it!
Keep your eyes on the road!
I don't fucking believe it. Damn critter!
- Where are you going? - The hospital.
No way, stop. It's a scratch.
- Pull over, stop the car. - You're nuts!
- Dad! - (tires screeching)
- (horse neighs) - (officers chattering)
- François: What are you doing? - Stop!
You idiot. What do we say at the ER?
Don't call me that. Get in.
(horses neigh)
Okay, we won't go.
- Swear? - François: Get in!
When you're calmer.
(sighs)
Happy now? Get in.
Julia: Thought I recognized the car.
Oh, is your boy okay? Émile, right?
- A little accident. - My dog bit me.
What happened?
Creatures attacked the riding school.
A real massacre. Horseacre, I should say.
(François chuckling)
Good for you, seeing action.
Lots of action. Directing traffic today.
(officers shouting)
Officer: Come back!
Get that checked out. It's deep.
- We're going to the hospital. - No, no hospitals.
I don't like them. I won't go.
Park at the far end.
- (dog barks) - (officer remarks)
(Laborde sighs, groans)
Bleeding again.
One heck of a cut.
How'd you get it?
- My dog bit me, like we said. - (remarks in response)
- He got you good. - (groans)
Next time, if he tries again...
we'll put him down.
The dog, not the kid. (chuckles)
Speed it up, Laborde.
(agrees awkwardly)
Uh...
You need air?
Laborde: (hesitates) You live locally?
Speed it up, Laborde.
- (screams in pain) - (Laborde sighs)
(upbeat music playing over speakers)
(indistinct chatter)
- Your barbecues are a hit. - Yeah, I guess so.
- Lieutenant. - Izquierdo. Got a visitor?
- Soundproofed your room? - (men laugh)
Going downhill, the vibe here.
Maybe time for me to change.
- To what? - Get a transfer.
(indistinct chatter)
Just ask, if you need help.
Help for what? No, I'm good...
- It's all good. - (men laughing)
When you're stressed, breathe from your gut.
- (door opens) - Done. Let's go.
(François agreeing)
See you soon.
(Julia says goodbye)
(door closes)
(groans)
(sniffs)
Filthy mutt.
- (ferrets squeaking) - (students chattering quietly)
You're alive, that's cool.
I called you. We freaked out. Like you give a shit.
- What's that? - Nina: Let go!
Ask before you touch someone. Crazy!
Science Teacher: Mokhtari and friend!
(ferrets continue squeaking)
Don't bitch out on me. Grades on the line.
The cathode is hydrogen, right?
- (hesitates) Yes. - Help me here.
Straight up, a guy's gotta do everything himself.
- (ferrets squeaking) - (Nina muttering)
What measures voltage? That?
- (ferrets continue squeaking) - (students chattering)
(yelling) Shut it!
(Émile groans)
Works better if you pedal right.
Butt out.
- (thud) - (bike bell dings)
(students laughing in distance)
I reacted like that till I got my ADHD diagnosis.
Age seven, I decompensated on my teacher.
When it hit me, I'd have liked someone to check in.
Sorry I bailed the other night.
And for licking your arm.
Come by my place?
(traffic rumbling)
(French horn playing tune)
You know it?
Yeah, it's...
Let me think 'cause...
It reminds me of so many songs.
It's the mute, changes everything.
(French horn plays)
Nina: The music school expected it back three years ago.
- You're good, real talent. - Nina: Very funny.
Before, I was totally into it.
There's so much I want to do.
It's like choices for college next year.
It stresses me out.
I can't choose. I want to do everything.
Here...
- Émile: Can I get a drink? - Nina: Help yourself.
- What's that? - Nina: Hmm?
Ah.
It was on my doorstep after the party.
It's a Eurasian jay.
That's where I got the feather.
I'm vegetarian. Dead birds aren't my thing.
I didn't ask, so it's not like
I'm encouraging cruelty to animals.
What will you do with it?
People are collecting food for the creatures.
Maybe I'll donate it.
You smell good.
(chuckles softly)
For real?
I haven't showered.
Might be that.
I stink like crazy.
I like it.
(thrilling choral music playing)
(Émile laughs gleefully)
(music continues)
(creature growling in distance)
(creature squawks)
(squawks, growls)
(groans)
(grunts)
(fly buzzing)
(wings flapping)
(creature growls)
(growls softly)
(growling)
(growls, squawks)
(squawks, chews)
You guys were in the crash?
My mother was too.
I'm Émile.
And you?
Creature: Fix.
As in fix?
- That's your name? - Fix: I don't remember it.
I don't know your ma and don't give a fuck!
You can beat it now.
Here, it's dog eat dog in case you hadn't noticed.
Thanks for the food.
(creature squeals softly)
(footsteps scurrying)
- Why stay with her then? - Fix: That's different.
She clings to me.
Beat it!
(Fix screeches, growls)
(growling, squawking)
You'll kill yourself.
So what do I do?
If I can't fly?
(yells) A bird that can't fly, what does it do?
Lives?
Or dies?
I know a spot that's not so risky.
Not far.
(clicks teeth)
Fix: Great, a watery trashcan.
You want me to impale myself?
They're only branches. I'm on it.
Émile: See? It's easy.
(branch snapping)
Does that hurt?
Your back.
You lucked out, it didn't start on your face.
Does it hurt you?
In front of you.
There's a lot to do.
(thrilling choral music playing)
Almost done.
(music fades)
(screeches softly)
Fix: That's good.
I think it might work.
(laughs)
- Émile: Shit! - (bike clangs)
(Émile panting)
(yells)
Émile, we said 8:30 and it's nine o'clock. Move it!
Call me.
(upbeat music playing over speakers)
Jacques: (exclaims) Another booking canceled.
People are scared. The disease of the day.
Good news is, St. John's Day is still on.
It won't save our season, but hey.
I can rely on you two?
- François and Naïma: For sure. - Jacques: Here, look.
VIGILANT TOGETHER
Local traders had the idea.
I designed it. And we have this.
Originally, for stray dogs.
Good, right?
What's this mean?
Jacques: Qu'aimi las bestias,
mes de luenh.
"I like animals but from afar."
It's Gascon.
- Customer: Excuse me! - Right with you.
(customers chattering)
- Naïma, a drink with us? - Naïma: I don't have time.
(clattering)
(jingling)
François: Who's there?
(creature growling softly)
Lana?
(creature growling)
(huffing)
(growling)
(exhaling heavily)
(roars)
(gasps)
(creature growls)
- (thud) - (François groans)
(continues growling)
(roaring)
- Calm down. - (snorts)
- (hangers jingle) - (footsteps scurrying)
Lana!
- (creature growls) - Stop it!
(roars)
(creature mumbling)
- Enough. - (roars)
- No! - (creature hesitates)
Calm down and listen.
- (creatures breathing heavily) - Look at me.
Leave nice and easy.
(grunts expressively)
(growls softly)
(grunts expressively)
Come on...
Go.
- (creature groans loudly) - (chains jingling)
- (creature roars) - (Naïma gasping)
(creature whimpering)
(customers screaming)
(creature roaring)
Sorry. I'll be right back.
- (creature roaring) - (sighs heavily)
(François calling out to Lana)
(continues calling out)
(pants)
(animal chattering)
(creature growling)
(creature breathing heavily)
(howling)
(growling softly)
(siren blaring in distance)
(indistinct chatter)
I should've tried something else.
Singing, maybe.
With my little sister, singing calms her down.
Where is she?
Down river. Hidden away.
Anyway, let's clear this up.
Julia: François?
Okay?
I saw her.
It was her.
You're sure?
Yes.
(soldiers chattering)
(low ominous music playing)
Sorry I'm late. My bike got stolen.
What happened here?
Jordan: It's not just France.
It's a whole international network.
Check the stats.
With creatures, it's exponential.
More and more. It won't stop.
It's pointless, locking them up.
Learn to live together. Finish your fries?
Maëlle: Mm-mm.
Jordan: Leave them the forest.
Like a big park.
- Cohabit, that's all. - Nina: You bet.
Lack of political will, that's the trouble.
Victor: In real terms,
besides t-shirts, what do you do?
I say, we start training.
Émile: Training for what?
Combat techniques.
Bump into one, boom.
Maëlle: Totally.
I'm a really easy prey.
Victor: Maybe I capture one and we become buddies.
Like, give me any shit, forget pit bulls,
I got Godzilla.
Nah, Godzilla tears you to shit.
(group laughs)
Victor: Imagine one turns up here.
Like in your fries.
Maëlle, that's super stressful.
Dude, you stopped donating?
The cops shut it down after the restaurant incident.
- (Victor laughs) - (Maëlle groans)
Victor: Fuck! Gross, man!
Nina: Wasn't hungry anyway.
No, it's just...
- Just a milk tooth. - Jordan: Right.
And another sign of declining standards in schools.
Victor: You're the declining standard.
You were saying?
Nothing.
(thrilling choral music playing)
(growling softly)
(growls)
(screeches)
- Okay? - (Fix screeches)
Go, go, go! Go, Fix!
- (Émile encouraging) - (Fix screeches)
(Émile encouraging)
(Fix screeching)
(music fades)
Émile: It was better this time.
Whaddya mean, better?
I'm nearly there.
- Yes. - (Fix groans, growls)
- Émile: Ready? - (growls in agreement)
(inhales sharply, whimpers)
The jerks. (growls)
They put me straight on the slab for corrective surgery.
A real massacre, see?
(growls softly)
You hear my voice?
How it's changing?
It blocks sometimes.
It hurts.
Émile: Me, it's my spine.
I feel it cracking inside.
Like my bones are moving.
Worst of all
is the fur.
Wolf fur is bristly. It itches.
Dachshund fur, you mean. Or poodle. (chuckles)
- Nope, wolf. - Either way, it's pathetic.
- Look who's talking. - I'm not done.
I'm gonna be sublime.
(voice turns harsh) I'm gonna be sublime!
(growling)
Froggie!
Émile: She's no frog.
A lizard, maybe. Or chameleon.
I like it...
Froggie.
(squawks)
(car rumbling)
The forest's huge.
Get a grip, François. They're only trees.
Julia!
- Julia! - (Julia shushing)
Not normal, this silence.
Pesticide and resinous monocultures.
- Empty. No living... - Kill the light.
(vehicle approaching)
(Julia grunts)
(car engine rumbling)
(men chattering)
Julia: Okay, let's go.
(calls out)
You okay?
Lana...
Can't work out if I'm scared of losing her...
or finding her.
(sobs)
(exhales heavily)
Julia: Breathe.
(both breathe deeply)
Okay? Think you can get up?
(François grunts, sighs)
You want to go back?
No.
François: Brutal, what you pulled.
It's standard Gendarme training?
Julia: (chuckles) I did a combat module last year.
It's a pretty simple technique.
Grab their wrist and then just...
- (François calling out Émile) - (Albert sniffing, whining)
- (clattering) - (François calling out)
(water stops running, bubbles)
Shit.
- (pipe rattling) - (water trickling)
(François groans)
(François breathing heavily)
Had a good evening?
Not as good as you, apparently.
- Yours? - No.
What's up? You're all weird.
Show me your hands.
This is stupid.
(door handle rattles)
(Émile remarks)
So the plan is, you drink and we camp out?
François: I found it in the forest.
- (mutters in response) - François: Try it.
See if it still works.
Yeah, cool. Thanks, Dad.
Not like that. Ride it.
No.
Ride it, Émile.
Then bed.
Émile: Get off me!
- (coughs) - (grunts)
(sobs)
(pensive music playing)
(both breathing heavily)
I'm here.
(comforts quietly)
- (music continues) - (crickets chirping)
- (sizzling) - (cookware clattering)
(music fades)
So where's it at?
- I don't know. - No, not "I don't know."
- Talk or we'll get nowhere. - I told you.
I hear things way too loud. My nails, my back...
Fur.
That's all.
Anyone else knows?
- No. - Your girlfriend?
She's not.
- Does she know? - Émile: No.
What's in the forest?
If you take risks, they'll separate us.
You go to the Center, and I can't help you.
Stick to your routine, go to school.
Two weeks to the vacation, so keep your nose clean. Okay?
Don't arouse suspicions. All right?
Okay, don't arouse suspicions.
(sniffs) What's the milkshake? It stinks.
Natural stress relief.
It'll do you good.
The meds are Mom's?
- You feel tired at first. - Émile: What happens next?
Tie me to the bed, like her?
(glass setting down)
Émile: Seriously, what can we do?
I'm thinking.
Their approach, dumping patients randomly
in a hospital, it's bullshit.
They don't get it.
I read up on what happens in Norway.
It's super fucking smart! All based on cohabitation.
The shepherd and the wolf, they cohabit.
It's not about hunting and being hunted.
Or dividing people. No! Work together is what we do.
That, for example. Just don't!
I promise.
(chuckles)
François and Émile: Ah.
Lucky, your new teeth are in back.
Not teeth, fangs.
François: Looking good. Clip them every day.
For your ears...
Keep your hair over your ears. It suits you.
(vocalizes loudly)
- Works? You hear me? - Everything, but not so loud.
- Drop your pants. - No way.
- You want my help? - Émile: Sure.
But just show me and I'll take care of it.
François: There.
Wait five minutes. And scrape it off. With this.
(razor rustling)
François: And then...
(presents in English)
(in French) The more you put on,
the longer it takes to grow back.
So no more boycott over aluminum?
This is different.
- (agrees) - (knocking on door)
(Albert barking)
Shit!
- Not ready? - Sure.
Just a sec.
- Julia: Nice place you have. - Yeah, it's great.
Hi, Émile.
- You good? Arm healing? - Yeah, he's much better.
Sure. He's much better.
Are you guys Buddhist?
- Yeah. - No.
No, it's for the scent.
I'll wait outside.
François: Won't be long.
(clattering in distance)
You take after her.
Uh-huh.
- Just don't forget... - Émile: No sweat.
Take my meds, go to bed. Like you said.
Right.
Keep an eye on him.
(Albert panting)
(gentle dreamy music playing)
(Albert whines, groans)
(barking)
(Nina greets over phone)
Mad. It didn't even ring.
Nina: I was on my phone. What's up?
Nothing. Just thought I'd call.
What are you doing?
Nina: Not much. I was on a cold case subreddit.
A woman that got kidnapped.
(animals chattering)
Nina: A year later,
a photo of her turns up in a parking lot.
Wearing glasses. Guy taking the photo reflected in them.
Most likely, he's the kidnapper.
You there?
I hear your breathing. Freaky.
I'd no idea the night was so loud.
Listen.
(animals chattering)
Nina: I love how the night sounds.
Nina...
You think, if I shout from here,
you'll hear me at your place?
Nina: Go on.
(yells)
Nina: Didn't hear a thing.
Let me try.
(music fades)
(Nina yelling echoing)
Émile: Fix?
(calls out)
(flies buzzing in distance)
(Fix screeching in distance)
(screeches)
Émile: Fix?
(Fix grunts, screeches)
What's wrong?
(growls)
What?
(growls expressively)
(screeches)
(growls expressively)
Can't talk?
No problem. We'll find a way.
- (growls) - For sure. Soon, you'll fly.
- (Fix growls) - (reassures)
We're together. I'm here.
(Fix growls, screeches)
- (soft music playing) - (calls out)
- What are you doing? - (Fix squawking)
Come down!
You idiot! You'll kill yourself!
Come down!
- (Fix screeches) - (Émile screams)
(Fix squawks)
- (thud) - (Fix screeches)
(Fix screeches)
(yells, laughs)
(Émile cheering)
(yells)
- (continues yelling) - (Fix screeches)
(indistinct chatter)
- Thank you. Enjoy it. - (customers thanking)
- (Naïma conversing) - (swords clanging)
- (both grunting) - (crowd cheering)
Good job, buddy!
(crowd cheering)
Victor: It sucks!
On the house...
- Ultrasound. - Customer: Thanks.
Two pigs vanished from the stores.
Keep an eye open for creatures on the prowl.
Unless it was gypsies.
Naïma: Change the record, Jacques.
Jacques: The beers are gonna pour themselves?
I'm on my break.
François, your son made it.
He's changing. I let it go, or I'd ruin the party.
But three hours late is not cool.
Sorry, but I'll have to dock his pay.
(crowd chattering)
(door opens, slams shut)
I called 20 times. Where were you?
Sorry, I was with buddies and lost track of time.
Bullshit! Where were you?
I'll change and be right there.
Come on, back off. I'm fine.
Look at your hands.
Numbskull!
- We'd agreed. - Back off.
Why don't you listen? (breaths heavily)
Why don't you listen?
What are you doing?
(clattering)
François: Sit down.
No.
If they catch you, done. You're alone.
- Got it? - You'll be all alone.
(scissors clattering)
Don't push it.
Why? What will you do?
What do I do? I protect you.
I protect you.
No, you don't protect me!
- (François screams in pain) - (Émile snarls)
- (François groans) - (Émile breathing heavily)
- (Émile whines) - (François grunts)
(breathes heavily)
- (whines) - (François groans)
(breathes heavily)
Sit down.
- (breathes deeply) - (scissors clattering)
(sniffles)
(crowd cheering, applauding)
(lively chatter)
(upbeat music playing in distance)
(breathes heavily)
(Nina calling out)
(continues calling out)
You okay?
The gang's at the bar.
I was going that way.
Come along if you want.
Nina: We won't miss much.
It all ends with a bar brawl and a car crash on the way home.
Even for 120 bucks, I regret coming.
Eons ago, they burned cats on St. John's Day.
They put them in bags
and threw them on the fire.
The cats howled, the fire burned.
People loved it.
I like your hair.
Nina: Take this off.
Nina: I knew.
(both breathing heavily)
(Nina giggles)
(both chuckle)
You ever wash all that?
Not every time.
- That's gross. - Jordan: No, you're gross.
Maëlle: Ignore the bigmouth.
Victor: Nina!
Four free beers, please.
Here.
Victor: Folks, your beers.
- Thanks. - (Maëlle thanking)
(indistinct chatter)
- Here's to youth! - Man: Thanks, dude.
Shepherds! Every year, they bust my balls.
Émile: I need a leak. Take mine.
Victor: Wait!
Guys piss together. Am I right, Émilou?
(water running)
Victor: Nina's cool.
Right, Émile?
Émile: Yeah.
Saw you guys earlier. In the field.
Time on your hands?
You had a blast?
(high-frequency ringing)
(Émile sniffs, grunts softly)
(ringing continues)
- (ringing stops, resumes) - Victor: What you doing?
Not such a blast?
- (ringing continues) - Stop it.
I can't hear it.
It frazzles critters, apparently.
(ringing continues)
What you turning into?
- (Émile growls) - Victor: A rat?
- (Émile whines) - Victor: Monkey?
(Émile pants, whines)
You hear your breathing?
(Émile whines)
Disgusts me.
- (Émile growls) - (ringing grows louder)
- (sharp thud) - (Victor groans)
- (ringing stops) - (grunts, whimpers)
(screams)
- (Nina thanking) - (man calling out)
Man 1: Over here! (whistles)
Let's go!
Man 2: A critter!
(men chattering)
Where's Émile?
- (dog barking in distance) - (indistinct clamor)
(tense music playing)
(motorcycle engines revving)
Man 3: Let's roll.
(whistling)
Man 4: In one line!
(men chattering)
(sniffs)
(man muttering)
- (dogs barking) - (men chattering)
(dog growling)
(growls, snarls)
(dog whines, barks)
(music fades)
(rustling)
(dogs barking)
- (siren blaring) - (distant gunshots)
- (intense music playing) - (men shouting)
Man 1: Let's go!
Man 2: There! Moving!
Man 2: Got it!
- (Fix screeches) - (screams)
(Fix growls, screeches)
(music calms)
- Man 3: I see it! - (men shouting)
(music intensifies)
(Fix screeching)
(continues screeching)
(yells)
(Fix squawks)
(gunshots)
(Fix screeches)
(thud)
- (music calms) - (men chattering in distance)
(Fix growls weakly)
(screeching)
(Fix growls weakly, grunts)
(squawks)
(Émile calls out)
(Fix groans weakly)
(growls weakly)
- (calls out) - (Fix growls)
It's me.
(growls weakly)
(chuckles softly)
(Émile calls out to Fix)
(call out repeatedly)
(calls out urgently)
(sniffles)
(ATV engines revving in distance)
(dogs barking in distance)
(car engine revving)
- (men chattering) - (pants)
(creature chattering)
(vehicles approaching)
(Froggie squealing)
Froggie?
(Émile breathing heavily)
- (animals chattering) - (low ominous music playing)
(creature howling in distance)
(sniffs)
(creature continues howling)
(howls)
(creature howling in distance)
(Émile exhaling)
(birds calling)
(water slushing)
(animals chattering)
- (distant howling) - (thunder rumbling in distance)
(birds chirping)
- (rain pattering) - (thunder rumbling)
(rain pattering loudly)
(thunder rumbling, crashing)
(steps approaching)
(creature growling softly)
(Émile sniffs)
(rustling)
(sniffs)
(exhales, grunts softly)
(grunts expressively)
(both sniff)
(creature growls)
(sniffs)
(grunts softly)
(creature growls)
(sighs heavily)
(breathes heavily)
- (soft pensive music playing) - (branches snapping)
(creatures chattering)
(creature 1 howling in distance)
(growls softly)
(creature 2 huffing)
(creatures chattering, squealing)
(Froggie squeals softly)
- (rustling) - (creatures howling)
(creature 3 howling)
(loud burst)
- (blast) - (loud burst)
(blast)
(creatures shrieking)
(loud burst)
- (blast) - (creature 4 shrieking)
(loud burst)
(creatures shrieking)
- (soldiers shouting) - (loud bursts)
- (soldier 1 shouting) - (ringing)
(Émile screaming in pain)
- (ringing continues) - (Émile groans)
- (blasts) - (soldiers shouting)
(creature 5 bellowing loudly)
(high-pitched ringing)
- (blast) - (muffled shrieking)
- (soldiers shouting) - (creature 6 shrieking)
- (creature 7 howls) - (coughs)
(creature 8 growls)
(soldier 2 screams)
- (ringing continues) - (soldiers chattering)
(creatures shrieking)
(music continues)
(Froggie breathes heavily)
- (music fades) - (officers chattering)
- The boy's father. - All right.
For his statement, down there on the right.
Soldier: Lucky we got him first. The critters are nasty.
(keyboard clacking)
Officer: Okay, let's save time. You got lost,
wound up there by chance.
With no intention to hinder military operations.
- Are we agreed? - Yes, that's right.
(keyboard clacking)
Thank you.
(printer whirring)
Full name, date, signature.
(François mutters)
(paper tearing)
(officer sighs, remarks)
I'll print it out again.
(printer whirring)
(Émile sniffs)
(whines softly)
(comforts softly)
(growls)
(snarling)
(François grunts)
(pants)
(chuckles)
(thrilling choral music playing)
Come on.
(officers chattering)
- (music continues) - (car rumbling)
Mom...
I saw her.
We met.
(music fades)
Remember when we went skiing?
Shit weather, so we hiked with those things on our feet.
Snowshoes. I remember the snowshoes.
And the ski lift.
At the top...
It was snowing.
It was foggy and windy.
Mom and I tried to pick out Mont Blanc
but visibility was zero.
Suddenly, you said...
"Majestic."
True, it's beautiful there.
The mountains and snow.
You meant the ski lift.
All those working parts, and nuts and bolts.
The little pulleys. (laughs gleefully)
- I didn't say that. - You did.
(both laugh)
I said that?
- What a jerk! (chuckles) - (laughs)
What?
Nothing.
You're beautiful.
(sniffs)
They do stink.
(sirens blaring faintly)
(car engine revving)
(exciting music playing)
You'll visit me at the Center?
You're not going.
(bag rustling)
What's the top speed of a fox or wolf?
I don't know.
François: Fifty kilometers an hour.
Sixty even, in some cases.
(tires screeching)
(car rumbles)
Go.
Go, Émile!
(sobs softly)
(yells)
- (music calms) - (peaceful deep breathing)
(peaceful deep breathing continues)
(music fades)
(peaceful deep breathing fades)
(thrilling choral music playing)
(dreamy music playing)