Le pacte des loups - Les entrailles de la bête

My Lord, it's time. You must leave.

They will have you arrested if you stay.

Bring me some candles,

I'm working late tonight.

But, my Lord...

- And a glass of wine, as usual.

The world changes...

...but the revolution has turned into a whirlwind

...and I will be taken away with it.

Uncertainties sometimes makes people loose

sight of right and wrong, driving them mad.

They can tear their hearts apart

and turn into animals.

In the year 1764...

...a beast appeared on our lands.

It made its home there.

One year later it was known

throughout the entire region...

...word spread of its conceived immortality.

People began to think no one could hope to defeat it.

Attack after attack, Gevaudan sunk

deeper and deeper into the darkness.

Stop!

What do you want?

What did he do?

What did he do?

- He's a thief.

And the women?

His daughter. A witch.

I healed their horses and they

refuse to pay.

Don't listen to him.

He's a mongrel. His word means nothing.

Are the horses healed?

- Yes.

Go on.

Welcome to "The Land of the Beast".

Watch out for wolf traps...

Knight Gregoire de Fronsac...

...accompanied by a man simply called

Mani weren't hunters nor soldiers.

The Kings very own naturalist...

...the Knight, in Paris, had a

reputation for being freeminded and

...a person of intellect.

The one who followed him...

...as if his shadow, was a stranger,

unknown to anyone.

When evening fell...

...they approached the castle of marquis d'Apcher...

...who gave them shelter as long

as they had business in Gevaudan.

Our people are not afraid of an

ordinary wolf. This animal is something else.

It fears men like all animals do...

...but it spares no one. Be it women or children.

Have you seen it?

- No.

Pardon me, but how are you so sure it's an animal?

Those who survived

have all given the same description.

It's much bigger then a mere wolf.

It has no fear of bullets either.

I understand your scepticism Mr. Fronsac.

I don't believe in fairy tale creatures either...

...I had documents put together for you...

...consisting of the Beast's crimes.

You can draw your own conclusion.

My grandfather said you were

fighting the English in Canada...

Yes. I went there to study

the local animals and their surroundings.

...but I came back wounded

along with the rank of Captain.

I arranged a hospital for the

victims of the Beast.

In an old abbey.

A women from Lorciere...

...was heading back from a party...

...when the Beast attacked her.

Help came and the Beast fled, vanished...

...as a result her face

was left horribly deformed...

Tell me, Knight,

how is Mr. Buffon?

...and how are things in Paris?

...and The Innocent One?

Have you read it yet?

It is late for philosophy.

You're right. How about the theater?

Do you know any comedians?

What are they performing this winter?

Put it right there.

People say they are enchanting, the women.

Rumor is, they shall bewitch you

with their charms.

Tell me.

This should satisfy your curiosity.

Mercurius of France.

We only have the Post of Avignon.

I will show you your sleeping quarters.

He will be sleeping here.

- Very good.

Goodnight, Knight.

It's not Versailles,

but at least the wine is good.

Fat as a pig...

Jacques has seen many wolves.

What attacked him, was no mere wolf.

The snout was longer and

the teeth were like knifes.

If it's not a wolf, what is it then?

The Devil.

- Knight.

The Beast has killed again.

A women in Saint-Alban.

There.

Don't worry Knight, we are alone.

Stop right there!

What are they doing here?

Sons of whores.

Good day, Captain.

Sir Marquis?

My respects. Please, be careful.

Traps are everywhere.

This is Gregoire de Fronsac,

from the King's Garden.

He would like to see the body

of this poor soul.

With your permission of course.

It was you who attacked my men.

I did not know they were acting

on your command.

They weren't...

I apologize for their behavior.

My soldiers are trained for war,

they are not hunters.

The intestines were emptied and

now some form of poison remains.

What sort of gardener are you?

When the Beast is caught and killed,

the King wants an autopsy performed...

...and have it preserved in Paris.

That's why I'm here.

Now I am simply trying to

familiarize myself with it.

My God, according to this, this creature

contains more then 60 kilos of jaw crushing power...

I will catch it Mr. Marquis.

Before the first snow, I will have it.

With help, it won't escape.

Have laid eyes on it?

- Just once.

Some thirteen months ago, I shot it head on.

It collapsed but sprung to its feet, unharmed.

We lost it south of the Mouchet.

Did it look like this?

More the size and shape of a black bear

...with large quills on its back.

Friends, let me introduce you

to the author of these paintings.

Knight Gregoire de Fronsac...

...the man comes from Paris.

To catch the Beast.

His Eminence, the Bishop of Mende.

His Eminence, the Duke of Moncan

His Eminence, the Count of Morangias...

...The Countess of Morangias and

their son Jean-Francois...

...who has, himself, traveled extensively...

Very nice.

Thank you.

Mr. Laffond, our Intendant...

...and The Priest of Saint-Alban, Henri Sardis.

Tell us...

Are people spreading

many tales about the Beast in Paris?

Even written songs.

- They should pray.

Would captain Duhamel need God's help?

Who can't without God's help?

Duhamel has his soldiers dress as women...

...to lure the Beast. What a strategy.

- Duhamel does all he can.

I think you humor him.

Duhamel is simply incapable.

They cause much destruction.

But the Beast remains uncaptured.

Funds are set aside from Paris

to fund Duhamel in his mission...

...It would serve a greater use

giving it to my servants.

What do you think?

No need to answer that, Knight.

He will do what he can and is a good Christian.

Before you arrived,

I was being bored to death...

...with the good God and all that holy talk.

It would not surprise me

if the Pope sent spies...

...to see if the Beast was

a manifestation of the Devil himself.

Excuse me.

Marianne de Morangias.

Hard to get, very hard to get.

Everyone is after her and none the closer.

Who is he?

- Maxime des Forets. An actor.

Piece of cake.

- Careful. He's a Morangias...

Madame...

- Hello. Pardon me, we are busy...

Maxime des Forets?

What a pleasure.

Good actors are so rare.

The Marquis was talking about you.

- The Marquis?

He's considering having memoires

written about him and his family.

He's thinking about you.

- He is?

He is in a good mood.

It's now or never.

Don't let on you are aware of his desire.

Let him bring forth he's request on his own accord.

Madame, excuse me...

You should be ashamed

- My God. No.

So Mr. Naturalist...

what do you think of our countryside?

Until now I have not yet seen the pretty things.

Save one.

Is this how you speak to a lady in the courts?

No... something like this,

you should save for innocent farm girls.

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