Labaudieu Abbey - Lorraine, France
Not that room.
That's number 13. It's unlucky. Nobody gets that room.
I'm not superstitious Father.
A new brother has taken a room not assigned to him.
JEAN RENO
CRIMSON RIVERS II "ANGELS OF THE APOCALYPSE"
Hello, Father. Insp. Niemans from Paris.
What's this about?
Holiday donations Early this year.
Step aside. I'll handle it.
Excuse us. We're still in shock.
We don't want any bad press.
Me neither.
Must they come, too?
Which way?
Follow me.
Let's go, gentlemen.
Take a DNA sample.
Where can I wash my hands?
They won't answer you.
They've taken a vow of silence.
You're in a Montanist abbey.
Never heard of that I suppose.
Montanus...
a preacher from the second or third century.
Very impressive.
I thought your order died out long ago.
We survived as best we could until the ninth century in Lombardy.
Charlemagne's grandson built this monastery...
our last and only refuge.
- How many of you in all? - Thirty-two.
Anyone ever stray?
None.
When was the wall redone?
A week ago by a couple of local masons.
Is there a file?
No we don't keep archives.
Tell me...
why are the monks' nails so dirty?
The vegetable patch requires much attention...
especially with this erratic weather.
Excuse me have you seen a little boy?
- Hey, little guy, what are you up to? - Kevin! What are you doing?
Thank you, sir.
You scared me!
- You have a call. - Thanks, I'll get it.
Hello? Hello? Hello?
I don't want to hear it.
Get me a religion expert right away.
Thank you.
Niemans, the DNA came in.
Oxygen in the blood means he was walled in alive.
Inspector this will be your office.
We don't have his name.
GENOTYPEXPLORER
REPORTED MISSING
Philippe Esaquidar.
Is that him?
It was. Print it.
Agrarian plot, unit of measure three letters.
Hectometer?
Three letters!
- Can I sleep? - Sure.
We've already been here 19 hours I'm just goofing around, and you screw up my wrist.
The dealer's got a problem or he's moved.
It's not his pad. It's his girlfriend's.
Look.
What are you doing?
It's been three weeks in this hole 19 hours on her own...
I'll handle it. Then we go.
Don't screw it up.
Hold it, we've been tailing him for six months.
Six months is too long.
Penelope, is that right?
Sorry to disturb you. Emilio gave me your address.
I've been out there for hours and I'm freezing.
So I thought the lovely Penelope...
would be kind enough to offer me some coffee...
just to warm up.
I don't have coffee. I have tea.
Tea it is.
Have a seat.
Have you known Emilio long?
I don't know, seven years?
- I don't have sugar. - No problem.
Thank you.
Don't know why I let you in. Emilio would never allow it.
He's always been paranoid.
Have you known him long?
We've done some business together.
If Emilio wasn't so jealous...
I'd screw you right now.
You're sweet.
I bet you're a good lay.
- He's not going to do it? - You're such an idiot.
I don't believe this.
Think Emilio will be here soon?
He'll be here. You've got to go.
And I'll get laid.
Open up!
What the hell's up?
Dimwits see anyone enter the building?
Nobody. Nothing in sight.
Open this door!
What are you doing son of a bitch?
I said never let anyone in. Bitch!
Do it again I'll kill you!
Who the hell are you, asshole? A cop?
Don't move! Damn it!
Let's see your hands! Don't move, asshole!
Get up and get moving!
If you don't mind repeating the same thing inside, and in French.
Philippe was my oldest brother.
He wasn't a drinker and didn't go out a lot.
He was a child prodigy.
Until he went off the deep end.
He was walled up like Nostradamus.
Do you know why Nostradamus was buried in a wall?
No.
Because he didn't want people trampling on his tomb.
Do you think your brother...
Did he want...
He was nuts but not that nuts.
He wanted to suffer like Christ. I guess he got his wish.
Why did you speak to me in German before?
No reason.
They're buying us out.
They constantly offer to buy my place.
It's a chance to start over somewhere else.
What's the point?
Judgment Day is almost here.
At least that's what my brother said.
Was it long that he held...
such strange ideas?
Ever since he met his master...
his light.
Does this light have a name?
Jesus.
Two steaks got lost in the forest.
It's night. When one steak turns around nobody's there.
Suddenly the other steak appears.
Where the hell were you?
I was grounded.
I don't get it.
Shit!
Where the hell did he come from?
Are you okay? Can you hear me?
- I didn't see him coming. - Shit, he looks like Jesus.
It was safer on the cross!
Try not to move. We'll get you to a hospital. Don't worry.
Park the car.
Have mercy!
where are you going?
Sir, can you hear me? Do you understand me?
Did someone hurt you? Have you been hurt?
Try to calm down!
Can't I take you to the hospital?
Sir, I can help. I'm a cop, look.
Have mercy!
Calm down.
Call an ambulance!
Calm down. Try to calm down.
Lord!
I can help. I'm a cop.
Lord!
Father!
Come to me!
Lord!
- They're coming. - Who?
- They're here! - Who's here?
What do we do, Reda?
That's not a nail it's a 9mm.
Call an ambulance.
What the hell is this?
Would you cool it? He's in the hospital.
Want a beer, Reda?
FINGERPRINT ANALYSIS
IDENTITY UNKNOWN
Hello. Insp. Niemans.
- What do you want? - I would like to talk to you.
If you're looking for my husband I've had no news for three months.
Not a word, not a sign. Nothing.
Excuse me.
Turn off the TV Sebastien.
I met Mr. Michel Esaquidar Philippe's brother.
A friend of your husband's I believe.
The TV, Sebastien!
Haven't seen him for ages. That's fine with me.
We found Philippe Esaquidar's body yesterday morning.
- He's dead? - Plastered in a monastery wall.
Go play in your room children.
I knew there'd be trouble.
The monastery's cursed.
Everyone around here knew but they wouldn't listen.
Who are "they"?
Listen, if you want me to find your husband before he's hurt...
then tell me everything.
It's Andrew who dragged him into this.
Andrew who?
I don't know.
And Thomas Duret. He's a local mason.
But Andrew was behind it.
Since school he's put ideas in his head.
How can I explain? He's always seen Jesus in him.
It's true that my husband's face is gentle and...
Tell me more.
Andrew bought the monastery for a song.
What were his plans?
He said there were many confused people in big cities...
and he wanted to offer them spirituality.
He was very religious like my husband.
It may seem strange but they really loved people.
Real Christians.
They talked about protecting people.
Protecting them from what?
From danger.
They were a faithful few...
and people felt it. They had followers.
One day, the original owners wanted the monastery back.
Did you know his disciples?
No. Only Andrew.
I never met the others.
How many are they?
Wait a minute.
Twelve.
How's our prophet today?
Just fine. He changed his routine and sang a song all morning.
What kind?
A religious thing. Sounded like a dirge.
That's not great for dancing.
Is that an invitation?
I'll see my friend. I bet he's lonely up there.
He's not alone. There's a priest with him.
A priest?
Father?
Come on, breathe! breathe!
Don't let him out! Shut the doors!
- An emergency in 22. - Don't let him out!
Don't do anything stupid. Hands up.
Mummy!
Stop!
Nobody gets past!
That was the 155th Artillery Division's motto.
Affirmative.
You were one of ours?
I wasn't but my father was.
- Following in his footsteps? - You could say that.
I'm looking for a worker here.
Follow me. I'll show you around.
One hundred fifty kilometers of tunnels.
Six of them just for the Fermont fort.
At the time there were six combat blocks...
and more than 600 men...
spread throughout the Maginot Line tunnels.
This is it. The end of the line.
Thanks.
I'm looking for a mason Thomas Duret.
Me, too. I haven't seen him for two weeks.
He hasn't picked up his pay.
When did you see him last?
Hey, fellas!
That's easy. It was a Friday night, the seventh.
He said "Bye", and that was it?
Not even. We knocked off at 6:00 P.M. no Thomas.
- Didn't take his stuff. - Anyone see a car?
No one.
Nobody saw him leave?
We don't spend our weekends down here.
- Where does this lead? - The next bunker, but it's abandoned.
Is there another exit?
I don't know, but it's at least 15 kilometers. We can't go now, anyway.
Shit. What the hell's that?
- This door wasn't here before? - No.
Call this number. Tell them Niemans said to send a unit.
All right.
Shit! Thomas.
What do you want?
You got a call. They found Jesus.
- I don't know. - You've got to make up your mind.
- Hi. - Hi. What are you doing?
Mathilde told me things heated up yesterday.
Forget the weather report. You're not on duty?
Stop busting my balls Reda!
- An inspector's up there. - An inspector?
- Did he show you his card? - No.
Keep an eye on the entrance.
I should've been a doctor.
Hey, bullshit inspector.
Be good turn around slowly.
Niemans? What the hell are you doing here?
A bizarre case. Guess who they send for.
You're not still in school?
That was years ago.
You're still not retired?
Get the recorder from my pocket.
What did you give him?
C37.
It stimulates the cortex nerves to awaken memory.
Police manual, Vol. 4 Chapter 12.
Narcotics and pharmaceutical derivatives.
The Horsemen...
Lord all four of them are here.
The seals...
they're going to break the seals.
What are the seals?
The dead are returning. The fifth seal's broken.
They're coming for the Last Judgment.
God!
- What is it? - You asked for an expert.
Yes.
I hold a PhD in religious science.
Western religion and its modern application.
Pleasure to work with you.
The pleasure's mutual.
Only the inspector gets a hello?
Sorry.
- Capt. Reda. - Marie.
That's perfect. Meet Jesus.
He's babbling about the end of the world.
When he hears your name's Marie...
- We gave him a sedative. - Yeah, an A-bomb in a drop.
It's all on tape.
They're here.
The angels...
of the Apocalypse.
Here.
- No sugar, right? - Good memory.
- Still afraid of dogs? - I'm better. I even adopted one.
No kidding. A Doberman? Bull terrier?
A Yorkshire.
That's more like a guinea pig.
Feed him seeds. The dog food will choke him.
Does the inspector's best friend have a name?
- Nice work in the Alps. - It was almost fatal.
Keeping an eye on me?
They almost lost a good teacher at the academy.
Spare the flattery. School's over.
I've prepared memos for you.
For you, the Apostles description, experiences...
and for you The Apocalypse of St. John.
I'm sure you'll like it.
How about a summary?
- A summary? - Yes.
The Apocalypse is divided into seven seals enclosing the sacred book.
Each stage holds a message which then opens the next seal...
the seals Jesus spoke of.
First the horsemen four of them.
The fifth seal awakens the dead all clad in white.
The sixth seal the earth rebels and rumbles.
Half an hour of silence follows...
then the seven angels of the Apocalypse appear.
Looks like the guy I chased.
Was he alone?
Yes, I think so.
Finally the book written by God's hand.
The one who breaks the seventh seal can commune with God.
It's pretty simple.
Does our Jesus know all this?
He genuinely believes the end is coming.
Events must have triggered his apocalyptic visions.
- You mean like the death of his apostles? - Exactly.
Found something?
The motifs were carved near the victims.
The symbols and names match.
A cross and two loaves for Philippe. A square and lance for Thomas.
It's well thought out.
Don't touch anything.
POLICE
PRIVATE
My God!
We didn't touch a thing. The bodies are in there.
A customer found them.
We questioned her.
Can I have their names?
Judas Marcherin and Simon Viarnet.
They were associates.
Give me your notes, please.
Here.
Look.
- What? - It's amazing.
What?
They have the same names and jobs as the apostles.
Philip, the real apostle ran his own business...
just like Philippe Esaquidar.
And St. Thomas was a mason like Thomas Duret.
The apostles Judas and Simon Peter were shopkeepers.
What did the seven others do?
Bartholomew, administrator. Matthew, customs officer.
Simon the Zealot had no profession.
The other four were fishermen.
The parrot's got to be a lab logo.
Find out who took the photo.
Reda, do research on the area.
See if an administrator or customs agent was killed in the last few weeks.
Maybe it's not too late.
You said fishermen?
Why not just kill them? Why all the drama?
To terrorize the others in the photo so they don't talk.
Hello, sir.
- A glass of dry white wine. - This isn't Alsace.
How about a glass of milk, then?
Stop, Reda. Three of the local stuff.
Recognize any of these men?
No, none.
- Are you sure? - I'm not going to repeat it.
Maybe if I smash your place up good it'll jog your memory?
The four guys on the left...
they have a little shack on the lake behind the hill.
There are several artificial lakes like this one here...
all developed in the '30s...
linked by the canal for the mines.
It's a Maginot Line of water.
You see something?
Nothing. I'm just a bit jumpy.
Looks like you're having fun.
This way. I think I found something.
- I think we're on the wrong track. - What do you mean?
I reread your notes, Marie.
The apostles Peter, James, Matthew, and John, right?
Right.
They weren't catching fish.
It was shellfish.
These fishnets don't have shellfish.
What about that?
Bring it up.
How long have they been here?
Half an hour.
Call the others and help Reda!