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Synopsis: In France, the Porter family is slaughtered while camping in the woods and only Claire Porter survives seriously wounded. She reports that her husband Henry and her son Peter have been eaten alive by a strong man. The eremite Talan Gwynek that lives in the woods with his mother is arrested by the police accused of being the killer. The defense attorney Kate Moore is assigned to defend Talan and she comes to the police station with her investigator Eric Sarin and the animal expert Gavin Flemyng to interview Talan. The unwilling police inspector Klaus Pistor is sure that Talan is the murderer but has to let Kate and her team work. There is turmoil in the precinct and Gavin is scratched by Talan. Then they visit Talan's mother Mrs. Gwynek and they learn that Talan has a rare disease. Further, the government wants her lands to dispose nuclear waste and her husband has recently died in car accident. Soon Eric discloses that the death of Mr. Gwynek was suspicious and Pistor was in charge of
Director(s): William Brent Bell
Production: Universal Pictures
  1 nomination.
 
IMDB:
5.9
R
Year:
2013
89 min
135 Views


but did you pursue other leads?

Uh, yes,

apart from surveying the crime scene,

the entry points and

the attacker's footprints.

Uh, footprints?

We didn't, um...

We didn't see that evidence

in the investigation dossier.

Were they

photographed or cast?

No, the heavy rain

had washed them away,

but the measurements

matched the suspect's.

Okay. Um...

I do find it a bit unusual that

you took my client into custody

based on an inconclusive eyewitness

account and not hard evidence.

Uh, we have

the camera malfunction,

the footprints

being washed away...

This investigation's had some issues,

Commissaire.

You agree?

The test results for your

client's DNA at the crime scene

will be back in

less than 48 hours.

So, I suggest we continue

this conversation then.

That is if Gwynek's DNA doesn't

show up at the crime scene.

Very good.

So why don't we go see your, uh, client?

Thank you.

Follow me.

Your team will stay in

the observation room.

You all right?

Mmm-hmm.

Very important.

You do not touch him.

You do not hand him anything

unless I say it's okay.

But your guards will not

be allowed to be in here.

It's my client's right.

I guess it is.

Okay, you have, uh,

only five minutes for the initial meeting.

Five minutes?

Yes, believe me, it will be long enough.

He hasn't spoken a word

since we arrested him.

You can angle

these cameras?

Take it off, now!

Okay.

Okay, he's all yours.

Good luck.

Bonjour, Talan.

Talan...

Pistor.

Uh, I would like to

remove his handcuffs.

Oh, no, no, no.

I take full responsibility for my security.

Absolutely, not.

No, categorically not.

His feet are chained

to the floor.

And you have guards

right outside this door.

Don't let me regret this,

Ms. Moore.

Okay, Rineaux.

What's she doing?

Thank you.

You speak English?

Did your mother teach you

how to speak English?

Yes?

My mother,

how is she?

She's very worried

about you.

And your father,

I have yet to speak with him.

My father...

He...

Your father?

Listen, everything is going to be okay.

We will talk again soon.

Until then, do not speak to anyone

else about this case but me.

Help me.

Everything happened so fast.

I got in there,

scratched my arm.

My glasses went flying.

- Are you okay?

- Jesus Christ.

No, I'm fine,

I'm fine.

The whole thing just

happened so quickly.

You all right?

Yeah.

You didn't get

hurt, right?

Yeah, thanks for

that back there.

I'm just your regular

knight in shining armor.

Did you hear what he said to me?

He said, "Help me."

That's what he said?

Yes.

Wow.

You sure this is

the right case for you?

Yeah, more than ever.

This doesn't make any sense.

You could have been really hurt back there,

you know?

The guy can barely move.

There's no way he could have

committed these crimes.

If his mobility is as

limited as it seems,

and, you know,

with those attacks,

then there's no way he could have done it,

you know?

There's no way.

Wait. Do you know

where you're going?

God sakes, Katherine.

Yes, I know where I'm going.

I'm going to look

it up on my GPS,

because I know your whole,

uh, brain GPS is...

You're like an old married couple,

you two.

What?

- Bloody hell!

- Jeez.

Nice driving skills,

Eric, really.

- Thanks, I got the instinct.

You all right? - I'm good.

All right.

Shall we?

Mrs. Gwynek,

can you tell us

what you remember

about the night

the Porters died?

He was home that night.

He was very sick.

He did not leave.

He couldn't.

Sick, how?

Talan's condition...

He can't move.

Can't even get out of bed

for days sometimes.

- What was he like as a child?

- Mmm...

He was a happy boy,

a kind boy.

Children made fun of him,

called him names.

He didn't ever want

to leave the farm,

so we choose to

school him at home.

I take it you taught

Talan English as well?

Yeah, but he speaks

much better than me.

He's very smart.

Mrs. Gwynek,

your accent is Eastern European.

It's Moldavian?

Uh, Romanian.

I was born there,

but we moved to France when I was young.

We had family

all over Europe.

Not so much anymore,

but we still remember.

Do you see me?

And this is your mother?

Oh, Mama.

She's beautiful.

And what about

this gentleman here?

Oh, was my uncle,

Tavis.

He had the same

condition as Talan,

only he died before it became too severe,

in the war.

Uh,

what can you tell us about this condition?

Well, it's sometimes passed

down to the men in our family.

Their bones too long and

too weak for their bodies.

- Has there been any official

diagnosis too? - No.

No, no one's ever

been able to help.

We tried, but...

I'm sure you did

all you could.

Yeah.

What was it like

for Talan growing up?

He spent the most time

with his father.

He died last year.

I'm so sorry

to hear that.

Mrs. Gwynek, um,

if you don't mind,

would you speak about

what happened there?

It was a car accident.

Uh, he was just

driving home late,

lost control...

Mmm.

That must have been

very hard on you.

It was hardest on Talan.

Mrs. Gwynek,

I'm having a really hard time understanding

why they've decided

to target Talan.

Do you know why they are

convinced that he's guilty?

Our land.

Your land?

Mmm.

They've always

wanted this land.

If I give up my land,

will they give me back my boy?

Holy sh*t!

Hang on.

What is it? You okay?

What is it? No!

"Killer." It says "Killer."

No!

No, he's not killer!

Please, please, people need to know that!

No!

He's no monster!

People need to

know that, please!

- We're gonna help him.

- We're gonna help him.

So,

the government wanted

to turn the Gwynek's land into a

storage site for nuclear waste,

which would have given the

town a sizeable contract,

but the

Gwyneks refused.

What's so special

about their land?

The clay down there

is extremely dense,

which makes it

safe for storage.

For nuclear waste?

Yeah.

I mean, nuclear energy

powers about 80% of France,

so their land is unique.

Valuable, I bet.

How much was the contract?

Um, about

30 million euros.

It also says here

that Klaus Pistor

is on a committee trying

to win that contract.

You think he had

anything to gain?

That's a lot of money.

Especially down there.

You thinking about

his father's death?

Yeah, I am.

Yeah, me too.

I just remember...

Kate! Eric!

...screaming.

I just, uh...

I was speaking to a doctor friend

of mine from Oxford and, um...

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Um, we were discussing Talan's

appearance and symptoms,

and there's a very rare

disease called porphyria.

Um, symptoms include, um,

excessive facial and body hair

and receding gums which obviously

makes the teeth look longer.

And yeah,

it also causes crippling

chronic joint pain,

muscle weakness,

all sorts of nerve damage,

even seizures.

So, people with

this can barely move?

Exactly and it's so rare that some

doctors haven't even heard of it.

Okay, great.

Uh...

What's up?

Uh, my necklace,

it's gone.

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William Brent Bell

William Brent Bell is an American screenwriter and film director, best known for his work in horror films such as The Devil Inside and The Boy. more…

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