[metal rattling]
[banjo playing faintly]
[steam hissing]
[rumbling]
[dripping]
♪ I'm just a poor Wayfaring stranger ♪
♪ Traveling through A world of woe ♪
♪ Ain't no sickness No toil, nor danger ♪
♪ In that bright land To which I go ♪
♪ I'm going there To see my father ♪
[engine rumbling]
♪ I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home ♪
[fan whirring]
[humming]
[imitating car accelerating]
♪I know dark clouds Gonna gather 'round me ♪
♪I know my way Is rough and steep ♪
[humming intensifies]
[increases volume]
[humming louder]
[stereo volume increases]
♪ I'm only going over Jordan ♪
♪ I'm only going over home ♪
-[thuds] -[sighs]
Stop it.
﻿Stop it!
[seatbelt clicks]
﻿Put on your fucking seatbelt!
[tires squeal]
-[indistinct conversation] -[machine beeping]
[clanging]
woman: ﻿Can you move your hands for me?
﻿Now lift your arms.
﻿Watch out for any neurological signs.
﻿Motor function, coordination, diction.
﻿As you know.
woman 2: ﻿Could the plate move in her head?
﻿No.
﻿Not without violent impact.
﻿It's very solid.
﻿It's titanium.
[kisses]
[electronic music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
-[chatter increasing] -[whistling]
["Doing It To Death" by The Kills playing on speakers]
[car engine revs]
﻿Get off me, asshole!
﻿Hands off, sir. Touch with your eyes.
[engine rumbles]
[song continues]
[song fades]
﻿Alexia!
﻿Can I get a selfie?
﻿I'm Justine.
[grunts]
Ah!
﻿Wait! Don't move.
﻿Hang on, I got it.
﻿So what's your name?
﻿Do you beep at security?
﻿No. Imagine having to flash cops before every flight.
﻿Does it hurt?
﻿Not at all.
[snorts]
﻿- We're waiting! - Can't you see we're busy?
[yelps, groans]
﻿- You said it didn't hurt. - Yanking always hurts!
﻿Alexia, an autograph please.
﻿Thanks.
﻿I'm done.
[tense music playing]
man: ﻿Alexia!
[car alarm chirps]
man: Alexia!
﻿Alexia, please. Just an autograph.
﻿Sorry, but I waited three hours...
﻿We met at the boat show in Marseille. Remember?
﻿No, sorry. Good night.
﻿Wait!
﻿Can I get a kiss goodbye?
﻿Sorry- 1 'ust wanted to say.
﻿I think I'm in love with you.
[sighs]
﻿You probably think I'm crazy.
﻿I doubt you feel the same.
﻿But maybe we could be friends,
﻿and then see?
[exhales]
﻿What do you think?
[gurgling]
[grunts]
[mutters]
[grunts]
[groans]
[loud metallic bang]
[loud bang]
[gasps]
[moans]
[groans]
[panting]
[exhales]
[stomach gurgles]
[groans softly]
﻿The Adrien Legrand case is back in the news, 10 years to the day
﻿since the boy went missing in the Paris region.
﻿The mystery remains.
﻿Due to a lack of new evidence, the attorney general
﻿has closed the case.
﻿The nightmare continues for the family...
﻿...the fire has been contained,
﻿but the damage is considerable.
﻿The campsite was destroyed
﻿along with nearby houses.
﻿A wave of panic grips the South,
﻿after the discovery of another corpse this Thursday.
﻿A 47-year-old man
﻿is the fourth victim this year.
﻿Two other men and a woman were murdered
﻿in similar circumstances.
﻿The police
are asking the public to remain calm
﻿and reinforcing their presence on the ground.
﻿The hypothesis of a serial killer is not yet official,
﻿but the call for witnesses should shed some light.
﻿The police are getting calls from throughout France...
﻿- You ok? - My belly hurts.
﻿- Your period? - I'm not always on the rag.
﻿Whatever. Ask your dad to examine you.
[stomach gurgles]
﻿- It's nothing. - Wait, here.
[waves lapping]
[gasps]
[laughs]
﻿First time with a girl?
﻿You can move down, you know.
[groans]
﻿What the fuck?
﻿Stop, it hurts!
﻿Whatever.
﻿Coming?
﻿Are you kidding me?
﻿Fuck!
[whimpers]
[grunts]
[gasps, groans]
﻿What's wrong?
﻿Tell me.
[rattles]
[muffled yelp]
[muffled scream]
[grunts]
[knock on door] ﻿So what is it?
﻿Crazy you didn't feel it sooner.
Ah!
[groans]
[screams]
-[squelches] -[yelps]
﻿What do you think you're doing?
-[grunts] -[groans]
[upbeat '60's Italian pop music playing]
[grunts]
﻿Romain? What's going on?
Romain: ﻿Call the cops! Now!
[grunting]
[choking]
[loud crunch]
[sound muffles]
[sound resumes]
[song continues]
[woman whimpering]
man: ﻿Sorry, is the bathroom occupied?
[sighs]
﻿How many of you are there?
﻿What do you mean?
﻿There's Cri-Cri, Romu,
﻿Juju and me.
﻿Are more coming
﻿Hope not.
﻿I'm Alex.
﻿Jerome. Or Jupi, to my friends.
﻿Who'd you come with?
[exhales]
﻿Are you ok?
﻿I'm so wiped.
﻿I can lend you my bed.
[groans]
-[yells] -[grunts]
[woman screams]
[yells]
[grunts]
[yelling]
-[woman whimpers] -[footsteps hurrying away]
[waves lapping]
[emergency brake clicks]
woman 3: ﻿Hey, last stop. I'm not going any farther.
﻿Maybe just a little farther?
[police radio chatter]
﻿Adrien LEGRAN Computer-aged to 17
﻿Marie-Sophie LINIERES Computer-aged to 25
﻿Wanted Suspect under investigation
[indistinct PA announcement]
﻿MISSING
[objects clatter]
[water running]
[grunts softly]
[grunts]
[groans]
[exhales]
﻿Fuck...
﻿Shit.
﻿Fuck!
[yelps]
Ah!
[spits]
[groans]
[moans, exhales]
[laughs]
[indistinct PA announcement]
﻿We tried to reach the mother.
﻿There's no mother.
﻿I don't know where she is.
﻿We're looking.
﻿Are you ok?
﻿You don't have to say anything.
﻿Just nod or shake your head if you like.
﻿We'll doaDNAtest. - What for?
﻿Think I can't recognize my own son?
[man on walkie talkie] ﻿Accident on Route 389 .
﻿Death on scene-
[stifled sob]
[sobs]
﻿You haven't said a word.
﻿Can't you say something?
﻿Never mind. You'll talk when you're ready.
[sobs]
[seatbelt clicks]
﻿Anyone hurts you, I kill 'em.
﻿Got it?
﻿Even if it's me.
﻿I'd kill myself, I swear.
﻿Captain!
﻿I saved you some dinner.
﻿After your long trip.
﻿That's nice, thanks.
﻿This is Adrien, my son.
﻿He's my son.
﻿Adrien, meet Rayane.
﻿Conscience.
﻿Everyone calls me that.
﻿Go get some sleep, it's late.
﻿It's okay, I'm not on duty.
﻿Right.
﻿But we're tired.
﻿Of course. I know.
﻿So, good night.
﻿You too, Adrien.
﻿Captain?
﻿I'm happy for you.
[groans]
[sighs]
[groans]
[knocking]
﻿Just came to say good night.
﻿Sleeping in your clothes?
﻿Here.
Whoa!
﻿Give me your clothes.
﻿Give them to me or I'll undress you.
﻿Sorry.
﻿Done yet?
[lock turns]
[grunts]
[strains]
﻿Fucking hell!
﻿juoiu.o
﻿God damn it!
﻿Fuck this!
[moans]
[groans softly]
﻿Stay put.
[clippers buzzing]
﻿Turn around.
﻿Show me.
﻿There.
﻿You're starting to look decent.
[food sizzling]
﻿Hey.
﻿Who's that?
﻿You'll see.
﻿Guys, the Captain's checking on us.
﻿Is he some retard who wants to live the dream?
﻿For real? No, he's normal.
﻿You know, like for some TV special?
﻿Know what I mean? - Sure.
﻿But what the fuck?
﻿- Seriously. He's normal!
﻿No, he's weird.
﻿- Got a problem? - No, Captain, just getting acquainted.
﻿We'll take him to see the trucks.
﻿A little advice, take it or leave it.
﻿Fireman Legrand is my son.
﻿And who am I to you?
I'm God.
﻿So he's not only your brother,
﻿he's Jesus.
﻿Jesus will speak when he has something to say.
﻿And we'll listen. Got it?
﻿Hey! Got it?
﻿Yes, Captain.
﻿That's better.
﻿Turns out Jesus is white and gay
﻿Captain says believe, you believe.
﻿C'mon, stop brown-nosing.
﻿Rayane! Get down!
﻿Four minutes on the stopwatch, Captain.
﻿Take the kitchen. I got the bedroom.
﻿Copy.
﻿Something wrong, Captain?
﻿Control!
﻿I don't get it. All looks normal.
﻿Okay, end simulation.
﻿Will you ever speak?
Huh?
﻿Just say "yes" like a normal person!
﻿Even parrots can say yes!
﻿No need to be human.
﻿Even my phone says yes. Look.
﻿- Say yes.
﻿See? 20 euros for that shit.
[fork clatters]
﻿What's that?
﻿Show me.
﻿Do I scare you?
﻿I won't hurt you.
﻿I just want to see.
﻿Show me.
﻿Hang on!
﻿Stay, please. You'll see. Stay.
[lock rattles]
["She's Not There" by the Zombies playing on stereo]
[grunting]
[chuckling]
[grunting]
﻿What's that?
﻿What's that for?
﻿You in a knitting club?
﻿Wanna fight? Yeah?
﻿Go on, fight like a man.
﻿Fight like a man
﻿Go on.
[panting]
﻿Why do you always want to leave?
﻿You're already home.
﻿Here.
[door slams]
[groans]
[grunts]
[boys chatting indistinctly]
[boys laughing]
﻿I brought back two or three hoes. Biggest asses you ever saw!
﻿Bitches be twerking, like...
﻿Just give me a hole. Black, Arab, whatever!
﻿A hole is a hole!
﻿I don't care, bring it on.
boy: ﻿Hey, girl!
﻿I'm talking to you! You hear me?
﻿Girl!
﻿Chill. Just wanna talk to you.
﻿ e won't hurt you.
boy 2: ﻿Forget talking. Be direct, bruh.
﻿I'd turn her around and shove it in her ass.
﻿Pussy, mouth, wherever she wants.
﻿Even in her ear, bruh.
boy 3: ﻿Hey, slut!
boy 2: ﻿We say two words and they think we wanna gang bang.
﻿We're talking to you! Turn around!
﻿She thinks she's a star.
boy 1: ﻿Go see her, grow some balls!
﻿Go see her! Go on!
[clippers click on, off]
[clippers buzz]
﻿Dad?
﻿Wake up, Dad.
﻿Dad.
[exterior door opens]
Vincent: ﻿Adrien?
﻿Adrien, are you up
﻿What... what are you doing?
﻿Come. Come.
﻿Sit down.
﻿They can't tell me you're not my son.
﻿He usually takes a sleeping pill, but...
﻿he always wakes up in the morning, so...
﻿I waited until 10, but...
﻿at this point...
﻿I don't know.
﻿He must've taken one too many by accident.
﻿Anyway... I hope I didn't bother you for nothing.
﻿I mean, I hope I did!
﻿You know what I mean.
﻿Did you go see?
﻿No! I never go in his room.
﻿He could be with a girlfriend. I leave him alone.
﻿How old is your son?
﻿Forty-five.
﻿Don't speak or touch anything. Just watch.
﻿Your usual.
﻿Open up, honey. I'm with...
﻿Allow me, ma'am.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
﻿Stay. You were upgraded.
﻿So enjoy the show.
﻿Rayane, we need to intubate, now.
﻿What's wrong? He's not breathing?
﻿Adrien, help us!
﻿Do you think he did it on purpose?
﻿He didn't mean to..
Vincent: ﻿Help me.
[oxygen tank hisses]
[sobs]
[thuds]
﻿Fuck, now she's croaking
﻿Get backup.
﻿Adrien, check her breathing.
﻿That's my role.
﻿Move it! Move!
﻿Press her thorax 30 times.
﻿Then plug her nose and blow into her mouth.
﻿Then start over.
﻿Look at me. Know the Macarena?
﻿We'll sing it together.
﻿Follow me.
﻿Press as hard as you can.
[singing] ♪ Da, da-da-da, da-da-da Macarena ♪
♪ Da, da-da-da, da-da-da Cosa buena ♪
♪ Da, da-da-da, da-da-da Macarena ♪
♪Oh, Macarena ♪
﻿Blow or she dies! Blow!
[Blowing]
﻿Go again.
♪ Da, da-da-da, da-da-da Macarena ♪
♪ Da, da-da-da, da-da-da Cosa buena ♪
♪ Da, da-da-da, da-da-da Macarena ♪
♪ Oh, Macarena ♪
﻿Blow.
[Blowing]
﻿Go again.
♪ Da, da-da-da, da-da-da Macarena ♪
♪ Da, da-da-da, da-da-da Cosa buena ♪
♪ Da, da-da-da, da-da-da Macarena ♪
[woman inhales]
﻿- He got her. Rayane, take over. - Move.
[woman grunts]
Rayane: ﻿Ma'am?
﻿Wake up, ma'am
Rayane: Madam?
﻿Go.
[engine starts]
[siren blares]
﻿Where you from, for real?
[chuckles]
["Lighthouse" by Future Islands playing]
[song continues]
[inaudible]
﻿I'm listening.
﻿It's about your son.
﻿ e don't talk about my son.
﻿It's important.
﻿Don't talk about my son. Ever.
﻿Crawl back into the hole you came from!
﻿You hear me?
﻿Can't you feel the energy?
﻿Between you and me?
[song continues]
[sound muffles]
[sound resumes]
[song continues]
[exhales]
﻿Mom's here.
﻿Not gonna kiss him?
﻿How are you doing?
﻿Are you adapting?
﻿Not too lost here? - He doesn't talk.
﻿I looked it up, it's normal.
﻿Am I allowed to talk to him?
﻿Sure, go ahead.
﻿But he's fine here.
﻿Go ahead.
﻿We could go somewhere.
﻿Just us two.
﻿How do you do it?
﻿Living here, next to his empty room.
﻿His toys, his clothes... Must be hell.
﻿His smell still permeates the walls.
﻿Why inflict that on yourself?
﻿Give us a minute, please, honey.
﻿I won't let you take him.
﻿I don't want him, Vincent.
[scratching]
[grunts]
[scratching continues]
Ah.
[gasps]
[grunts]
[breathing heavily]
﻿Stop!
[grunts]
[sobs] ﻿Please, please...
﻿Stop, stop...
﻿Please, stop.
[groans]
[grunting in pain]
[groans]
[panicked breathing]
[gasping]
[groaning, gasping]
﻿you were me?
﻿If you couldn't mourn your kid, what would you do?
Huh?
[moans in pain]
[grunts]
[whimpers]
﻿You poor thing.
﻿You poor, poor thing. What mess did you get yourself in?
[gasps]
﻿Whatever your twisted reasons for exploiting his fucking folly,
﻿I don't care, just take care of him.
﻿Look at me.
﻿You take care of him.
﻿He needs someone, you or another.
﻿Say it.
[door slams]
﻿Still no trace of the young woman suspected in the series of murders
﻿that has shaken the South this year.
﻿The 32-year-old dancer...
[upbeat theme song playing]
Vincent: ﻿Adrien, can you come?
﻿Help me, please.
﻿Wait!
﻿Come help me, please.
﻿Here.
﻿I'm sick of twisting. Shoot straight into the muscle.
﻿Then press down.
﻿Avoid bruises, if you pity your dad.
﻿Are you sick?
﻿No.
I'm old.
﻿Stop!
﻿Sorry.
﻿I take care of you. Not the other way round.
﻿Sit down.
﻿Do you trust me?
﻿We'll make it grow.
[distant explosion]
[debris falling]
﻿Get down!
-[loud thud] -Ah!
﻿- You okay? - Yeah.
﻿- Dizzy?
﻿- Blurry vision?
﻿What's my name? - Get me up!
﻿No.
﻿What's my name?
﻿And her? Know her name?
﻿They need you in back, Captain.
﻿We secure and retreat?
﻿Only one? Is it secured?
﻿Captain! Should we secure it first?
﻿Hold this.
[explosion]
[all clamoring]
[indistinct yelling]
[soft grunt]
﻿I'm sorry.
[grunts]
[knock on door]
﻿Are you okay?
﻿I don't care who you are.
﻿You're my son.
﻿You'll always be my son.
﻿Whoever you are.
﻿Is that clear?
[door closes]
-[techno music playing] -[men yelling]
[song fades]
[men cheering]
[chanting]
﻿Adrien! Adrien!
[all yelling]
♪ I'm just a poor Wayfaring stranger ♪
♪ Traveling through This world of woe ♪
♪ Ain't no sickness No toil, nor danger ♪
﻿Go for it!
♪ In that bright land To which I go ♪
♪ I'm going there To see my Father ♪
[men booing]
♪ I'm only going over Jordan ♪
♪ I'm only going over home ♪
♪ I know dark clouds Gonna gather 'round me ♪
♪ I know my way Be rough and steep ♪
♪ Yet beautiful fields Lie just before me ♪
♪ Where God's redeemed Their vigils keep ♪
♪ I'm going there To meet my mother ♪
♪ I'm going there No more to roam ♪
[door opens]
﻿C'mon guys, shut it down! Seen the time?
♪ I'm only going over home ♪
♪ I'll soon be free From every trial ♪
♪ This form shall rest Beneath the sun ♪
♪I'll drop this cross of Self-denial ♪
♪ And enter in That home with God ♪
♪ I'm goin' home To meet my Savior ♪
[song fades]
[door slams]
-[heavy breathing] -[rhythmic pounding]
[moaning]
[groans]
[panting]
[sobbing]
[gasping]
[grunts]
Ah!
[heaving]
[straining]
[pushing]
[gasps]
[groans]
[dramatic music playing]
[panting]
﻿What are you doing?
﻿I love you.
﻿I love you too.
﻿Don't go, please! I'm scared, don't leave me!
[groans]
[whimpering]
[grunting]
[grunts, gasps]
[whimpers]
[grunts]
﻿Push.
﻿Push harder. [straining]
﻿Look at me. Look at me!
﻿You'll be okay. I'm here.
﻿Push hard, Adrien.
[pushing]
﻿My name's Alexia.
[grunting]
﻿Push hard, Alexia.
﻿Push!
[straining]
[screams]
[straining]
[grunting]
[baby cries]
﻿How is it?
[baby continues crying]
﻿Alexia...
﻿Alexia!
﻿I'm here. Stay with me.
﻿Alexia?
﻿I'm here.
[blowing]
[baby gurgles, cries]
[snips]
[baby cries]
[continues crying]
﻿I'm here.
OCR by Shyam Narayanan TK
[dramatic music playing]