Soul Eater, The (2024)

[bunniefuu]

(tense music)

(panting)

(screaming)

Franck, you got news.

Here.

You better get moving. Okay?

Thanks, Corts.

Good luck to you, Captain.

(engine revving)

(breathing heavily)

(thunder roaring)

It devours...

the purity of innocence.

By feasting on souls,

he nourishes his power.

Never invite him in.

He can invade your home.

Never answer him lest you fall

into his void.

For it is in the essence of those

you love that the monster resides.

(eerie music)

(water running)

(crows cawing in distance)

(birds chirping)

(engine revving)

(brakes screeching)

(brakes screeching)

(engine revving)

(eerie music swelling)

(acoustic guitar playing)

(radio): The small aircraft carrying

tourists crashed two weeks ago

in the Gernon Valley.

The reason for the crash

remains a mystery.

The search for the remaining debris from

the plane were called off Sunday night.

The body of the pilot,

a man in his fifties,

was found at the site of the crash,

and still has not been identified.

We're joined now by our special envoy,

who is reporting live

from the coroner's office,

sh*t...

(female journalist): Thank

you, Jim.

I'm here at the Gernon

coroner's office

where the identity

of the man remains unknown.

f*cking hell.

(female journalist): The dental records

have not uncovered his identity

and DNA samples are being analyzed...

(radio trails off)

(engines running)

Excuse me. Hey.

Hello, Ma'am.

Can't be here, it's dangerous.

Please go back to your car.

I want nothing more than

to get back to my car.

This gonna take a while?

If we're not moving fast

enough for ya,

maybe you can help us clear the logs.

Uh, what?

Not from around here, are ya?

Just get back in your car.

Wait like everyone else.

Thanks for your help back there.

You're welcome.

Captain de Roland,

National Police Force.

I have to get to Roquenoire,

can you drop me off there?

The National Police Force

don't have cars?

I'm not from here.

I came by bus.

A colleague was supposed

to pick me up,

but I'm sure they got

delayed by the roadblock here.

Where's your uniform?

I'm a detective.

Can I see your badge again?

- Okay, forget it.

- I'll get another car, thanks.

Alright, get in.

(door opening)

Just know I can defend myself.

(chuckles)

Won't be necessary.

What are you here for?

I'm investigating

a suspicious disappearance case.

And who has disappeared

so suspiciously?

If you could just drop me

off at this address.

Um, please.

(engine starting)

(acoustic music)

You don't wear your seat belt?

You know, I can write you up for that.

And I could let you walk

the rest of the way.



THE SOUL EATER

Okay. It's right up ahead there.

Thank you very much.

Excuse me, what are you doing?

It's the same address as your GPS.

(dog barking)

- Chief Marcelin.

- Are you Inspector Guardiano?

Yes, and this is Captain de Roland

of the National Police Force.

Evening, Chief.

We're a bit late covering the

perimeter and securing the scene.

I only have two men available,

and with this nightmare...

we could use a lot more.

Hey, Tauraud!

- Where's my g*dd*mn light?

- Coming, Chief.

And check out the back

of the house for me.

- What?

- Nothing.

You never asked me anything.

No problem, Inspector.

A good investigator

would have grilled me.

- Alright, look.

- I'm not gonna get caught up

in any cliche cop bullshit.

I'm only here to see if the missing kids

have anything to do

with your crime scene.

Inspector.

(Elisabeth): Coming.

Be right there.

Gonnet, Inspector Guardiano.

Here, you better put these on,

you're gonna need them.

Sorry we got nothing for the smell.

(dog barking in distance)

(wind whistling)

Just a warning,

this isn't very pretty.

Nobody told you about this butchery.

Not specifically, no.

(eerie music)

(wind whistling)

(Marcelin): You want my advice?

This is what I think happened.

The Vasseurs were having

their breakfast

and an argument started that quickly

turned into a violent rage

and they k*lled each other with whatever

they could get their hands on.

It's strange that there are

no defensive wounds on their arms.

So they attack each other and they don't

even defend themselves?

What can you tell me

about the Vasseurs?

There's not a whole lot to tell.

She worked at the bakery,

and he was unemployed.

They had a 12-year-old named

Evan, but no one can find him.

- What?

- We looked everywhere,

but never found him.

Make sure you tell Captain de Roland.

He'll want to know.

Anyway, nothing indicates there was

a third person here when it happened.

And with all this blood,

we'd find traces of something,

and the doors and windows

were locked from the inside.

So they prepared this nice breakfast

then it's carnage.

Makes no sense.

(distant clanking)

(mysterious music)

(switch clicking)

(distant clanking)

(ominous tone)

Police,

show yourself.

(scraping)

Hey.

No, it's alright, sweetie. Okay?

Don't worry, it's all good.

I'm with the police.

You're Evan, right?

My name's Elisabeth.

He was here.

Who was here?

The Soul Eater.

What are you saying?

The Soul Eater.

(paper rustling)

(eerie music)

So you looked everywhere, huh?

Don't look.

Call the hospital.

(Marcelin): We need am ambulance

at the Vasseur house.

(woman on comms): Copy that,

Unit 12.

Specify what it's for?

(Marcelin): They found the kid,

and he's in shock.

(woman on comms): Copy that,

sending am ambulance right now.

Justine, 9 years old.

Mila, 10.

Megan, 9.

Anthony, 10.

Lucy, 11.

Raphal...

- 10.

- Police stations

have tons of pictures like these.

When did they go missing?

First one dates back about six months.

All of these kids disappeared

into neighbouring towns.

Located in the valley.

We don't have any serious leads

except for a white van

that witnesses say was spotted

at the time they went missing.

No make or model?

No, just a simple white van.

But all those towns are connected by the

same grid in their surveillance cameras.

And you checked all the plates

belonging to a white van?

Yeah, we started by looking

into everyone who has a criminal record.

Everyone who lives in the area.

We got nothing.

We even looked

into partial and fake plates.

Still came up empty.

Hoping for a miracle.

(chuckles)

And the miracle

was the Vasseurs van, right?

I don't know.

I was hoping...

when we find a suspect vehicle

on the scene of a double homicide,

we start asking questions.

And maybe believe in miracles.

Franck, I'm gonna be straight

with you.

This double-homicide case here,

I was the one who asked for it.

And I'm gonna be the one

who's running it.

That was also a request I made.

We won't be a team.

We might share a meal or a hotel,

- but not this case.

- You take the murders,

I'll take the disappearances.

Alright, we got a deal.

Good night, Franck.

He comes with the mist and the storm.

He breathes his madness

on both men and beasts.

If you hear whispers in the forest

and cries in the mountains,

the infamous monster has awakened.

He's here to devour your soul.

(church bell ringing)

(birds cawing and chirping)

(panting)

(screaming)

(heavy panting)

WELCOME TO ROQUENOIR

RUN

(shower running)

(footsteps)

(door closes)

(tense music)

(birds chirping)

Excuse me.

Did you happen to see

someone coming out before me?

No one's come out before you, sir

Ah, Elisabeth.

- Somebody got--

- I don't want to know about it.

But you should know that we came out

empty with the van.

No traces of blood, no fingerprints.

Sorry, Franck, that's the end

of the line for you.

(panting)

MUNICIPAL POLICE

Morning, Inspector.

Pascale Minot, Mayor of Roquenoir.

- Hello.

- You know,

this is a quiet little town

so when something like this happens,

everyone talks about it.

And people get scared.

I can assure you, Madame Mayor,

I am scared, too.

But of your local cops.

A child is found a few metres

from the crime scene,

and you walk right by him?

For several hours?

Excuse me, Inspector,

but like I said yesterday,

I looked in the basement

and found nothing.

Heard nothing.

As you know, we're understaffed.

And I had other things to deal with.

- (chuckles)

- Seriously?

- Are we done here?

- We did what we could, okay?

Were we overwhelmed

with what happened, sure,

but we can't go back and fix it.

This sort of thing

happens all the time.

People come here from their big cities,

and tell us how to run things.

And you're not the first one

to come here

and tell us what we should've

done, Inspector.

Fifteen days ago, a small tourist plane

crashed here in the mountains.

And people like you from the big city

were very happy to send us local folk

to search through the wreck for them.

Yes. Yes, yes,

it's me.

I'll call you back.

Marcelin, we've got work to do.

Find me everything there is

to find on the Vasseurs.

I want it all.

I'm going to the morgue.

We've got news on the bodies.

I guess there's something else

we missed.

Inspector.

There's a proper b*tch

if I've ever seen one.

Um, the two of us seem to have

gotten off on the wrong foot.

We've had a lot to deal with here,

and I suppose we've become

leary of strangers.

Before all this, Roquenoir

was a charming little town.

Thanks mostly to our world-renowned

health centre and spa.

But since the construction of

the highway through the valley,

no one stops here.

So the spa and health centre shut down

and the local businesses, well...

Roquenoir pretty much

became a ghost town.

And every year, I have to fight to keep

the school open.

So whoever could leave, left, and...

Whoever chose to stay

is just trying to...

Survive?

Exactly right.

Alright, look.

I'm here to solve a crime,

and whether we like it or not,

we're all on the same side.

But what crime, Inspector?

I thought that the Vasseurs

k*lled each other.

Listen, there are no K*llers

in Roquenoir, alright?

So just go back home, Inspector.

And deal with your personal issues.

(chainsaw buzzing in the distance)

(door opens and closes)

(birds chirping)

(bell ringing)

LA FONTAINE HOSPITAL

- It's right here, Captain.

- Thank you.

Sir, can I help you?

Yes, Captain de Roland,

National Police.

I need to speak to Evan Vasseur.

I'm sorry, Captain.

But it's too soon.

Evan just suffered something

very traumatic.

He needs to rest more.

It's important. An emergency.

You are?

Carole Marbas, child psychiatrist.

I'm investigating the disappearance

of minors and he could help me.

Can I see him?

No, 'fraid not.

This child is fragile.

I'll come by later then.

Sure.

Goodbye, Doctor.

(ominous music)

(panting)

(phone vibrating)

sh*t, this isn't the time, Cortes.

(footsteps)

(door screeching)

Hello, Evan.

My name is Franck.

I'm a policeman.

I'd love to have a chat

with you if that's alright.

What do you say?

Very sorry about your parents.

You're a liar.

I can hear it in your voice.

Evan, I'm really sad for you.

(mysterious, gentle music)

Here's what I'm proposing.

We won't talk about

what happened yesterday.

We'll just play a little game.

It's a yes or no game.

You know it?

I ask you some questions and you reply.

With yes or no.

The white van that's in the garage,

does it belong to your parents?

Yeah.

Look at these pictures.

Do you know any of these kids?

Have you seen them before?

Have you ever seen them?

Yeah.

All six?

Yeah.

Know where they are?

Don't you know?

No, I don't.

I'm looking for them.

Are they dead?

Yeah.

All of them?

Yeah.

You know who hurt those kids, Evan?

The Soul Eater.

And, who's the Soul Eater?

(panting)

- He's here.

- (guttural rumbling)

Evan?

Evan!

(door opening)

Get out of here.

Immediately.

Out now!

(door closes)

You okay, Evan?

What did you say?

(water running)

(exhale)

Okay, I've never seen

anything like this, Inspector.

I counted 81 entry wounds

on the body of the woman

and 73 on her husband.

Most of the wounds were inflicted

with broken glass, forks,

and especially kitchen knives.

I found human flesh

between their teeth

and in their esophagus.

Wait, are you saying

they actually ate each other?

Yeah, you could say that.

You think it's possible someone else

might have done this?

No,

and I'm very certain on that point.

It was easy enough

to reconstruct the fight.

They very clearly attacked each other.

- So who died first?

- She did.

But the disturbing thing is that the man

continued stabbing his wife

long after she was already dead.

Then he started stabbing himself.

But it's just... No one commits suicide

by stabbing themselves

so randomly like that. It's...

I don't get it.

It doesn't make any sense.

(blood dripping)

(eerie music)

Inspector?

Inspector? Are you alright?

Yeah, yeah, I'm good.

Thanks.

Uh, can you get all this to me

in writing, please.

- Yes, of course.

- Thank you.

Do you have another five minutes?

I saved the best part for last.

Go ahead.

The couple had an orgasm

while k*lling each other.

I found in their underwear

traces of sperm and vaginal secretions.

(eerie music)

(crows cawing)

(rooster crowing)

Excuse me, uh, hello, Ma'am.

Can I help you?

Uh, yes. Uh...

Captain de Roland, National Police.

f*ck.

I have a few quick questions for you,

either you answer them now

and get it over with,

or, uh, I can take

you down to the station

when it's convenient for me and detain

you there as long as I want.

It's up to you.

What do you want?

It's concerning your neighbours,

the Vasseurs.

I told the police

everything yesterday.

Well, that was them and not me.

(dog barking)

Is it true they k*lled each other?

Who told you that?

People talk here.

This is Roquenoir.

There's no hiding anything in this town.

And, uh...

Did you know them well?

Nobody knew them that well.

They were weird, didn't talk.

She... She was timid behind

her counter at the bakery,

And he...

(exhales)

Rarely saw him.

Do you know if they use

their white van very often?

What are these questions

and why are you asking me?

Just wondering.

Never seen them do anything strange?

Stranger than their kid?

They've got a totally weird kid.

He sees all kinds of monsters

and spirits.

I've seen him talking to himself.

I'm pretty sure he k*lled my dog.

Wait, what?

My dog used to run onto their lawn

and a few days ago

he took off and never came back.

And did you make a complaint?

No. The cops around here are idiots.

Uh...

Have you ever seen these kids before?

(Arnaud): Nina!

They all went missing in the area.

- What's going on, Nina?

- Nothing.

- Hi there, sir.

- Who're you?

Arnaud, please, he's a cop.

- A police officer.

- And why do I give a f*ck?

What's all this here?

These are kids

who've gone missing in the area.

Have you seen them before?

Sorry.

(grunting)

Hey, man. What the f*ck?

- What are you?

- Let him go!

f*cking sh*t! Arnaud, get inside.

Go inside, are you f*cking crazy?

(Arnaud): Why are you talking

to that piece of sh*t cop?

Huh? Why'd you open the--

(door slams)

(phone vibrating)

(exhale)

Are you out of your mind?

Do you want to get yourself k*lled?

I didn't know you'd be here.

What are you doing here?

The Vasseurs were spying on their son?

I asked Evan

a few questions this morning.

Yeah, I know. I just got back

from the hospital.

And because of your stupidity,

I couldn't talk to him.

I was pretty clear, Franck.

Evan is my witness.

Did he tell you anything at least?

No, not really. He was still

pretty much in shock.

He kept talking about some...

Yeah, the Soul Eater. I know.

That's all he talks about.

That doesn't explain why you're here.

I'm looking for the truth

just like you.

I figured that it was possible that

the Vasseurs were responsible

for taking the missing kids.

You're completely obsessed, Franck.

What are you?

Huh?

With your double m*rder.

They k*lled each other.

Nine out of ten cops would've closed

this case, no questions asked.

But deep inside,

you have this little voice telling you

there's something else. Am I wrong?

Yeah.

I'm convinced there was someone else

there when it all happened.

- Right.

- And you?

What do you think?

He was covered in hematomas,

he was abused.

You don't find this room

strange at all?

I've never seen any kid's room

this neat and tiny.

- Exactly.

- No kid ever lived in here.

(door creaking)

Here's where I found him.

And what did your little voice

tell ya?

That his parents kept

him down here to protect him?

Before ripping each other apart?

I'm not assuming anything right now.

Guardiano, check this out.

f*ck me.

This is his room.

I'll put it a call to Child Service.

I'm going to his school. Somebody

there must have known his situation.

Soul Eater?

(door opening)

The Soul Eater.

It's weird that there are no references

to it on the net.

As if it doesn't even exist.

What if it only exists here?

(ominous tone)

What's that?

Nothing interesting.

An unpaid invoice

for computer equipment.

What?

Mm. Computer.

You guys seized a computer last night?

No.

(phone vibrating)

Excuse me, it's my commissioner.

Hello?

Yes, I know,

I should've called you earlier.

I had no information to give you.

Well, you know, things are slower here.

As for the pathologist,

she can only give me final results.

Or at least, that's what she told me.

Hang on, I'll call you back.

Franck!

Franck, come here!

Franck!

- The hell is that?

- I don't know,

but there's something under it.

(plastic rustling)

(grunting)

Ah, f*ck...

(scoffing in disgust)

It's a dog.

It's the neighbour's.

Why do you know more

about my case than I do?

Because it's the same one.

Excuse me.

Yes.

Okay, be right there.

No, no, it's fine. I'll find you.

Let's go. Marcelin's waiting for us.

- Why?

- There's another body.

(engine revving)

(eerie music)

DROCOURT SAWMILL

(dog barking)

Inspector.

- Captain.

- Marcelin.

- Another ugly one.

- Let's go.

Be careful where you step.

It's the owner of the sawmill.

Yannick Drocourt, 43,

unmarried, and no children.

It was a successful business.

No enemies or any problems

that we know of.

At least, at first glance.

Like the Vasseurs.

(blood dripping)

Who found him?

It was Henry Maublanc

who called it in.

He's still here in the office.

I told him to stay

so you could question him.

Just a warning, though,

he's still pretty freaked out.

He didn't do this to himself.

How could he have?

Swigs back a beer

and saws himself in two?

Marcelin,

hand me one of your gloves, please.

Thanks.

What is this?

Let's go see this witness.

(eerie music)

I was going back there to pick up

a few planks that I had ordered.

This morning I called and...

asked if my order was gonna be ready.

But there was no answer.

I left him several messages,

which he never replied to.

Since I was starting

to get a bit worried,

I decided I'd just come by.

That's when I found him there.

Did you know Mr. Drocourt well?

No.

And did you see

anyone else when you got here?

No.

Didn't notice any other cars?

No, I didn't.

- Well, we'll let you go now.

- My colleague has all your information.

We may have other questions for you

so please don't leave Roquenoir

for a few days.

(dogs barking)

Found this in the Vasseur's van.

I didn't think it was

very important 'til now.

Like you said, we can't start a w*r

between our departments

by hiding clues from each other.

Yes, Inspector.

They're not exactly the same.

No,

but it was made by the same person.

- It looks like, yeah.

- The ambulance

will be coming soon to pick up the body.

Marcelin, you ever heard anyone talk

about a Soul Eater?

Yeah.

All of us grew up hearing that story.

They told it to us so that we

wouldn't go play up in the mountains.

Was our version of The Boogeyman.

A local legend. Why do you ask?

We found nothing on the net.

What's this local legend all about?

About a creature who lives

in the forest, engulfs you,

if you believe that,

transforms you into a demon.

And when you return home,

you still have the same appearance,

but you're not the same person.

And you're missing something, a soul.

If there is someone behind

all the sh*t going down here,

they surely know the story.

Could this figurine

possibly be the Soul Eater?

Yeah, it's possible.

But the description's different

depending on the family.

Everyone sees something different.

Check out the church.

The priest actually has a book on him.

Hang on to this.

(phone vibrating)

You okay, Captain?

Not too crazy working with Guardiano?

- No, why?

- You don't know?

She just got back from psych leave,

she tried to k*ll herself,

she's never been able to deal--

Alright. That's enough.

(Elisabeth): Marcelin?

Try to find a link

between the Drocourts

and the Vasseurs.

From what I hear,

everyone knows everyone here.

Yes, Inspector.

Thank you, Marcelin.

That was my boss.

A stolen computer

and the carcass of a dog

isn't enough for a warrant

at the Vasseurs.

(sighs)

Ah, f*ck, the computer.

f*ck!

(upstairs clanking)

Upstairs.

(eerie music)

(loud thud)

(ominous tone)

f*ck. f*ck. f*cking sh*t.

(grunting)

Stop!

Stop!

(tense music)

Stop! I said, 'Stop!'

Stop or I will sh**t you.

(panting)



Stop now!

(grunting)

(leaves rustling)

(engine revving)

(panting)

Stop!

Stop!

(angry grunt)

(painful grunt)

Stop or I'll sh**t.

(panting)

(grunting)

(wheezing)

(water dripping)

(crows cawing)

(eerie music)

(door creaking)

THE INVISIBLE WORLD

SOUL EATER

(Elisabeth): In order for the

monster to die,

man must perish

to invoke the clemency of heaven

and its infamous justice.

For only tears of salt

will repel the appetite

of the Soul Eater.

(Priest): Time marches on,

but legends remain.

Pardon?

The Soul Eater.

He's an old local story.

A story that's been passed down

from generation to generation.

But what does that have

to do with your case?

I don't know, but it keeps coming back

to this legend.

Behind every victim,

there's a person

who's inspired by this book.

So in your opinion, a resident

of Roquenoir must be the Soul Eater?

Perhaps.

But if you knew,

you would tell me,

wouldn't you, Father?

Mm...

It's late

and I'm quite tired, Inspector.

Mm.

Good night, Father.

(female journalist): The funeral

for the pilot of the small tourist plane

that crashed in the Vallee

de Gernon two weeks ago,

was held today at the local cemetery.

The ceremony was

an extremely private affair

as the identity of the man

has not yet been confirmed.

Investigators are reminding the public

that as not all the debris

from the crash has been recovered,

the search could resume at the

request of the authorities,

which would represent the last hope

of discovering the reason

the small plane went down.

In other news, the president

will be travelling to...

(Cortes): f*ck, Franck. You okay?

Yeah, sorry, it's been crazy since

I got here.

Yeah, well, I was starting to worry.

So, uh, get any leads from the van?

No, nothing really, but I think

I'm in the right place.

Why do you say that?

Got my hands on a hard drive.

There are encrypted files,

folders with links attached.

It's all been coded.

I'll send you everything.

I want notes on it.

Can you do that?

Sure. Let me see what I can do.

Okay.

So what's the deal

with that cigarette?

Here.

I asked Marcelin to print up everything

we had in the file.

Interviews with witnesses,

telephone records of the victims,

maybe it could help you.

Great, thanks.

Now what's the deal

with that cigarette of yours?

Uh, when those kids

started disappearing,

I was supposed to quit smoking.

This was supposed to be my last one.

I'm gonna light it

when I close the case.

I look at them every day.

The hardest thing

is seeing their smile.

Despite all the pain and the suffering

of their disappearance,

parents always choose

a picture of their kid smiling.

Franck.

The probabilities of finding a minor

after 48 hours

are virtually nil.

- So after six months--

- We're not looking for kids,

we're looking for corpses.

All the parents know that.

But we all need to understand.

We need to know

what happened and who hurt them.

Who would do that?

These parents just need to...

bury their children.

You got any children?

I had a girl.

I knew she was being bullied

at school.

But I was always working.

And didn't listen to her enough.

That morning, I, uh,

I knew immediately

that something wasn't right.

Because she hugged me.

Right before I left,

she gave me a big hug.

And she always hated hugging

even when she was a little girl.

It's as if I knew something horrible

was gonna happen,

and I...

I left anyway.

(panting)

(heavy exhale)

Do you have any children?

No.

I'll top you up.

(glass clinking)

sh*t!

Hang on. I'll take that.

(exhale)

What?

Maublanc, the guy who found

the carpenter's body,

didn't he tell us that he called

the sawmill a few times

before going over there

and that he left messages?

Yeah, he said he ordered some planks

or something.

He was lying through his teeth.

There are no calls on the phone records.

Hail Mary, full of grace.

The Lord is with thee.

Blessed art through among women

and blessed is the fruit

of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God,

pray for us sinners.

Now and at the hour of our death, amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace.

The Lord is with thee,

blessed are thou among women

and blessed is the fruit

of thy womb, Jesus

(liquid pouring)

(liturgical music)

(necklace clinking)

(panting)

(engine revving)

(dog barking in the distance)

Holy Mary, mother of God.

Pray for us sinners.

Now and in the hour of our death...

(door opening)

(screaming)

Go around the back.

(liturgical music)

(wolf howling in the distance)



(muffled screaming)

(door creaking)

(choking)

Oh my God.

(blood leaking)

Oh, f*ck.

(liturgical music)

(screaming)

(g*n clanking)

(thud)

(grunting)

(angry shouting)

- Elisabeth!

- Franck!

Stay with me. C'mon.

Stay with me.

Franck! Franck!

(grunting)

(grunting)

(axe clanking)

(panting)

Franck, come here!

Elisabeth! Hey!

(grunting)

(g*n sh**ting)

(eerie music)

My guys are with de Roland.

They're taking him back to the hotel.

He's strong, he'll be fine.

Did you find Maublanc's computer?

Yeah, Gonnet picked it up.

That's great.

Five violent deaths in two days.

People are gonna start to panic.

Ever seen anything like this?

- No.

- This is a quiet little town.

It's not like Paris or Marseille.

(eerie music)

Marcelin?

The Maublancs had a kid?

Yes, a daughter. Jeanne.

Where is she?

Start a search for her.

Yes, Inspector.

(gentle music)

(buzzing)

(gasp)

(eerie music)

(wood clanking)

'He devours, he consumes

the value of innocence.

From the destiny of souls,

he nourishes his power.

Do not invite him in,

lest he invades your home.

Do not answer him anything,

do not fall into his void.

For it is under the skin

of those you love

that the monster resides.'

(thunder roaring in the distance)

(door opening)

(eerie music)

All these murders were committed

in such violent unheard of ways

that almost defy logic.

The blows were all post-mortem.

The man all ejaculated

in the throes of the act,

and I even found vaginal

secretions with Ms. Vasseur.

The one that sticks out is Ms. Maublanc.

She never struck back at her husband.

So what is it? Regular people

who suddenly go crazy?

I have no other explanation.

And the blood samples

from the Vasseurs?

- Not in yet.

- And I just sent out the ones

from the recent victims.

What about on your end, Marcelin?

We found no evidence that there was

a third person at the crime scene.

But Gonnet's working

on Maublanc's hard drive.

Yeah, don't worry,

this one won't go missing.

It's in a safe place.

I'm gonna make it talk.

What about the figurines?

Where did you find this one?

- At the Maublanc's.

- Their daughter Jeanne makes them.

She's quite gifted.

She seems to be fascinated

with the Soul Eater.

If there really is

someone out there doing this,

he'd know and use her figurines.

Where is she now?

We don't know.

How long now?

Since last night,

we called her school

and they confirmed that...

She was there yesterday, but...

but not last night.

And what if he's real?

- (chuckles)

- Yeah, right.

What if the Soul Eater

really does exist?

He's got a point.

All these deaths aren't part

of some legend.

And it's your soul that's being devoured

by this thing.

That invisible part of yourself.

Your subconscious.

And it takes control of you.

And clearly, we're dealing

with a loss of control, no?

Well, what I saw yesterday

was more than that.

Evan's not at the hospital.

He disappeared.

- (Elisabeth): Since when?

- Since last night.

I looked everywhere.

I thought he'd go and...

never found him.

You know, Evan is,

well, he's very unstable.

Alone out there, he...

he might be a danger to himself

- and to others.

- A little background, please.

In the past, the principal

of Roquenoir School

filed a report that there may

have been some abuse.

When I first met Evan, he was six,

I think, yeah, he was six years old.

And I saw right away that he was

the victim of violence.

So I reported it immediately

to Child Protection,

they launched an investigation,

but never found anything.

So they closed the file.

Did you know Mr. and Ms. Vasseur?

- (chuckles)

- They had a real problem.

They could never accept

the fact that their child needed

to be in a structured environment.

Fortunately, I could

continue my sessions with him.

It was a constant battle.

And the Soul Eater,

do you have any idea

why Evan is constantly talking about it?

Well, his interpretation

of this legend

would allow him some protection from the

violence he sustained from his parents.

(inhale)

He, uh, kind of saw them

as the incarnation of harm.

To escape from reality.

He could just chase

their image from his mind.

It's a survival mechanism.

Do you think he can

manifest that into other people?

Yes, it's possible.

Do you know a young girl

named Jeanne Maublanc?

Yes. She goes to the same

school as Evan where I work.

Why do you ask?

Because she disappeared as well.

- Huh.

- Wait a minute.

You're also the school psychologist?

Yes, well, you see how it is.

It's a medical void here.

(phone vibrating)

Excuse me.

And do... Do you know if Jeanne

and Evan know each other?

I'm afraid not.

But please find them as fast as you can.

This child needs help.

(Hannah): Guardiano, you need to inform

me immediately when you sh**t someone

with your firearm. Is that understood?

I'm sorry, Commissioner

Stop, alright, Elisabeth?

We had an agreement.

And you've been paying me

lip service from the start.

You got no excuses.

The other two crime scenes

have similar components

to the kidnappings.

I made it clear

you were not to get involved

in any case involving minors.

As of now, we're cutting our losses

so get back here, that's an order!

- Hannah, Hannah.

- Just listen to me, please.

(exhale)

sh*t.

So Marcelin and his men

are looking for Evan.

I just contacted the school principal

at Saint-Philomne.

It's in the Valley,

she's waiting for us.

Elisabeth?

You okay?

Yeah, let's go.

(light, tense music)

(Franck): I wanna thank you

for yesterday.

I know it's hard to make the decision

to use your service weapon,

but...

Well, if you hadn't, I'd be, uh...

lying in the morgue right now,

keeping Vasseur company.

Glove compartment.

- What?

- Light's in the glove compartment.

He's been following us.

I saw him in town

but out here in the country,

I just made him.

Do it.

- (g*n sh**ting)

- f*ck!

(crashing)

(tires skidding)

(grunting)

- You okay?

- Yeah.

Stay here, I'll be right back.

(g*n shot)

(g*n shot)

(g*n shot)

(grunting)

(tense music)

(g*n shot)

(g*n shot)

(g*n shot)

(panting)

(grunting)

(panting)

Where are they?

The kids, what'd you do with them?

Huh? What did you do with them?

Tell me!

(grunting)

(screaming)

Hey, hey, stop!

Talk!

Where are the children?

I don't... I don't know

anything about the kids.

- (screaming)

- You better talk to me.

(panting)

The Cessna.

That Cessna that crashed.

It wasn't a tourist plane.

It was... It was a drug runner.

I came here to retrieve

the merchandise.

Check my pocket, check my pocket.

What is this?

What is this sh*t?

It's a synthetic drug.

Worse than crystal meth.

It comes from Eastern Europe.

If you take just a bit,

you'll be flying high.

But if you take too much,

well, you know the results.

You know.

If you didn't take

the kids, then who did?

If it wasn't you,

if you weren't the one

who took the crystals...

then who?

(breathing stops)

(Elsabeth): Juliette?

Juliette.

(knocking)

Sweetheart?

(knocking)

Sweetie?

(gasp)

(water pouring)

(Elisabeth crying)

No...

Did you have a nice rest?

The doctors want to keep

you for observation tonight.

The biker.

Tell me you got the guy.

Better than that.

(beeping)

(change rattling)

(phone vibrating)

Hey, Cortes.

Yeah, Franck.

I was able to crack

the hard drive that you found.

It's an address on a forum

on the darknet.

It's impossibly to access directly,

but seems to have

pretty heavy traffic.

What kind of site is it?

Seems to be some kind of chat room.

And it's big enough to upload video.

By u sing the IP addresses,

I managed to get the names

of the site administrators.

Wait for it,

Laurent Vasseur, Yannick Drocourt,

and Henry Maublanc.

f*ck me, the victims

all knew each other.

Yeah. All the connections

and physical addresses

come from Roquenoir.

B u t there's something else.

There's another hidden server.

A shadow that allows access

to a fourth anonymous

site administrator.

They don't have a name,

just an empty zone

about 20 clicks from Roquenoir.

Don't move.

I'm sending you coordinates right now.

(phone vibrating)

Yeah, I got it.

Franck, yo u can't keep

going solo on this.

Trust me.

You need to call it in.

This co u Id be a dangerous

network on the darknet.

Where people pay big bucks

for nasty sh*t.

Get it?

Child p*rn*graphy, t*rture--

Just give me one more day.

Christ, Franck, I hope you know

what you're doing.

(ambulance sirens in the distance)

Excuse me. What's this?

It's the Altenburg Plateau.

And what's there now?

Other than the old sanitorium, um...

Do you have a vehicle?

(car beeping)

(tense music)

Didn't think you were leaving

without me, did you, Franck?

Where are we going?

Get out.

I'm asking you nicely.

I'm not getting out.

(exhale)

You never answered me,

where are we going?

- Seatbelt.

- (phone vibrating)

INCOMING CALL

(eerie music)

(crows cawing)

(wind blowing)

(wings fluttering)

(glass breaking)

(gasp)

Damn, you scared me.

What are you doing here, Inspector?

What are you doing here?

Well, aren't we still

looking for Vasseur's son

and Maublanc's daughter?

Marcelin told us that we should expand

the search area.

Do you seriously think

those kids would come up

to the mountain all alone?

I have no idea,

I'm just obeying order.

Where is everyone else?

You know very well

how short we are on manpower.

I was assigned to come up here

and search the sanitorium.

Did you find anything?

Nothing.

And no one.

Except for you.

- You hear alone?

- No,

I came here with--

Gonnet?

(tense music)

Gonnet?

Gonnet?

(metal creaking)



(loud thump)

You should've stayed in your asylum.

(grunting)

Instead of sticking your nose

in our business.

(grunting)

I'm gonna f*cking k*ll you, b*tch.

(grunting)

Don't move,

don't move.

Don't move!

f*cking b*tch.

(grunting)

(g*n sh**ting)

(thump)

f*cking b*tch.

Dirty f*cking b*tch.

(g*n sh**ting)

(grunting)

(g*n shot)

(panting)

(running footsteps)

Elisabeth! Elisabeth!

(grunting)

- You okay?

- Yeah.

Oh sh*t.

Oh f*ck!

Gonnet, you f*cking as*h*le.

(panting)

What is this?

(power turning on)

Vasseur, Maublanc,

Drocourt.

Gonnet.

And who's this?

Vasseur and Maublanc's computers.

f*cking Gonnet, he's the one

I was chasing through the forest.

(old French pop music)

(door opening)

(door opening)

(door opening)

(door slamming)

(maniacal laughing)

What the f*ck is this?

(doorknob clanking)

(beeping)

- Are you alright?

- No, get away from us.

Evan, you remember me?

- I was the one who found you.

- Get out of here.

Evan...

You remember, we talked at the hospital.

Evan, listen to my voice.

We're here to help you.

We don't need you.

And we never meant to help you.

Jeanne, who did all this?

Our parents told us

they loved us so much.

We knew all this wasn't normal.

But it was our secret.

And that's when he appeared.

Who?

The Soul Eater.

He possessed our parents

and then he controlled them all.

He made them do those horrible things.

But Evan and me

weren't enough for them.

They wanted more.

More children.

(tires screeching)

- Where are the children?

- What did they do to them?

Jeanne.

Who k*lled your parents?

In order for the monster

to die, men must perish.

Invoke the clemency of heaven

and its infamous justice.

For only tears of salt...

(both): Will appease

the appetite of the Soul Eater.

The Lord answered my prayers and

sent us the tears of salt in the forest.

(water running)

(flies buzzing)

So we tested it

on the neighbour's dog.

(dog whelping)

(dog growling)

(thumping)

The only way to k*ll the Soul Eater

is to k*ll the body he resides in.

(Franck): And the figurines?

Are you the one who made them?

A guide for darker souls.

(Elisabeth): Evan?

Evan...

Did you k*ll your parents?

(television): Violent winds are going

to be our weather maker this afternoon.

The entire region here,

highlighted in orange

is going to be affected.

We could see wind gusts up

to 110kms an hour.

We're advising

everyone to be careful...

(eerie music)

(food dripping)

(thumping)

(heavy panting)

(skin bursting)

(glass shattering)

(retching)

(panting)

(gasp)

(laughing)

(maniacally laughing)

(grunting)

(object clattering)

(laughing)

(eerie music intensifies)

(skin ripping)

(spitting)

We didn't k*ll them.

We freed them by getting them to drink

the tears.

In Drocourt's beer.

And in my father's wine.

And he punished my mother.

Did your mother have a dark soul, too?

She never harmed us,

but she knew it all.

Her prayers were all useless.

She knew and she was punished

for her silence.

Jeanne.

I'll ask you again.

Where are the children?

Behind the red door.

(ominous tone)

He's here.

He's come for us.

And right now,

he's here for you.

I sure hope so.

(eerie music)

(grunting)

Marcelin,

send back up to the old sanitorium.

Sanitorium?

Inspector, I've tried--

Hello?

Do you hear me?

(interference)

We just got a--

repeat...

Marcelin, listen to me,

I found the children.

No, you have to listen to me,

de Roland... doesn't match.

- What?

- Do you hear me?

The ID number belongs

to a Benjamin Cortes.

Cortes! There's no one

named de Roland.

He doesn't exist!

You're with him now.

Inspector, come in!

(grunting)

What?

- Franck?

- No.

What's the matter? What?

Don't do that.

Move.

Elisabeth.

Don't try and stop me.

Get back!

(Elisabeth shouting)

(panting)

(clanking)

(grunting)

(buzzing)

(grunting)

C'mon, pull!

C'mon.

Again.

(grunting)

(g*n shot)

Stay behind me.

(panting)

Who are you here for, Franck?

Easy...

I'm here for him.

Oh, I remember him well.

- Where is he?

- He's with the others, Franck.

(thump)

(grunting)

(woman screaming)

(grunting)

What did you with my son?

What did you do with my son?

He barely lasted a week.

(laughing)

Look.

(kid): Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Stop it!

(old French pop music)

No...

There are people that pay good money

to see these kinds of things.

(slap)

(grunting)

b*tch, b*tch, come here.

(grunting)

(angry groaning)

Come here, I said.

Stay right here.

Move it, I said, 'Move it!'

Open this f*cking door. Open it!

(beeping)

(panting)

Go ahead.

Go on, help yourself.

Daddy,

Daddy...

Papa...

Papa.

(Elisabeth): No, Franck!

Get down!

On your knees now!

(Elisabeth): Franck...

Franck, don't do this.

Please, don't do this, Franck.

Franck, look at me, think of the kids.

Their parents.

Look at me, Franck.

Franck, please.

Look at me.

Don't do it.

Ah, no! Let go!

(Elisabeth): No, stop it, stop!

Stop, I said!

C'mon, let's go.

Franck!

(groaning)

(spitting)

(panting)

(door closes)

(panting)

(old French pop music)

(laughing)

(distant screaming)

(screaming continues)

(flames roaring)

(screaming intensifies)

(music stops)

(eerie music)

(exploding)

Here.

Thanks for your help, Inspector.

Who are you, Franck?

A ghost.