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INSPIRED BY THE GAME "THE WEREWOLVES OF MILLER'S HOLLOW"
FAMILY PACK
Night falls.
The village is fast asleep.
Before disappearing, the man in wolfskin deals the roles.
Clear off!
Those who turn him away become werewolves.
WEREWOLF
Creatures now roam the village of Miller's Hollow.
And until their identities are revealed, they begin to seek out their prey.
The werewolves pounce on their innocent victim.
And--
- What did I say about phones? - Sorry.
- Do you want to play or not? - I have a live stream...
- I'm expecting a call. - I'm hungry.
How long is it?
What are we playing exactly?
Werewolves, Dad. We're playing Werewolves.
Werewolves?
We played when I was little. "The sun rises", "night falls..."
You use powers to hunt down the werewolves.
We have powers too?
Yes, there are powers. I am the Seer.
You are the Hunter.
Clara is the Little Girl. Théo is...
THIEF
- The Thief. - What do the powers do?
Well, I was hoping that Dad would remember.
I have no idea. I don't know this game.
You never played Werewolves with Nicole?
Nicole? Who's that again?
Yes, my wife, of course.
God rest her soul.
Why are you looking at me like that? I didn't ask you to come!
I'm fine by myself.
Plus, you brought strangers with you. Who's this young girl?
This girl is Théo, Dad. The son that Marie had before we met.
Théo is my son.
Long hair doesn't make you a girl.
- He didn't mention my hair. - I love your hair!
Are you done? Right, now that we all know the rules,
let's play a quick round.
I'll just make some room and deal the cards again.
Isn't it a shame to stay inside though?
There's a medieval fair in the village, like a carnival.
- How about it, kids? - Where are you going?
- I have a live stream. - Come on, can't you skip one?
No. If I don't post, I lose followers, and if I lose my followers, it's like...
Like I'm invisible.
You know, being invisible doesn't mean you're worthless.
Maybe in your day, Marie. Not anymore.
Come on. How much can you make selling a few cosmetics to strangers?
More than a petty teacher.
Here we go.
This petty teacher teaches his pupils the classics.
Sardou, Balavoine, Johnny, Delpech...
You say you're an influencer, but who are you influencing?
Clearly not my own father.
A masterclass in parenting.
Dad, give me a break.
We're spending our vacation looking after you, so make an effort.
Watch your mouth, Stéphane!
Gladly. But I'm Jérôme.
You look like a Stéphane.
I'm going to bed.
At midday?
Each to their own.
Gilbert!
Mom, I'm hungry.
Well, go to the kitchen with your brother.
- Whose haircut I love! - Quit bugging me about it.
Yeah, Mom, quit bugging us!
So lame.
Great.
- Need to call work? - Yeah.
Who are you defending?
A woman beaten by her husband for 20 years.
- And you're angry? - Very.
That's why I love you. Call them.
- Are you sure? - I'm sure. Go on.
Right!
Should I put this away then?
- Put it away! - Okay.
So, the Werewolf goes here.
The Hunter goes there.
That's the Little Girl.
The Seer.
The Thief and the Witch.
All done!
- What's happening? - I don't know!
The kids!
- Dad! - You okay, Gilbert?
It's the Germans! Get in the basement!
Quickly!
Hurry! Keep going!
Dad!
Come on, Dad!
Watch out!
Is everybody all right? Louise? Dad?
- Yes, I'm fine. - Yes.
- Théo, the lights. - The stairs are blocked.
Clara? Are you okay?
- This way! - Go on.
Clara?
Are you all right? Are you okay?
- Clara? - I'm fine.
Clara!
Where's the car?
Crap, my car!
What's going on? I'll call the police. Do you have signal?
No.
This isn't my house.
- Of course it is, Dad. - It is not!
- Was it always like that? - Of course not.
- My taste isn't that bad. - Clara?
Clara!
This is screwed up.
Clara?
It's like Snow White and the Seven Dwarves.
- She's not here. - What...
Why is everything old?
- Hey! Notice anything? - What?
Oh, crap!
Let's all stay calm.
Stay calm? My daughter is missing!
Wait, there must be an explanation.
Maybe it's the village carnival. They redecorated.
All this, in 30 seconds?
Let's go to the village. Maybe she's there.
Come on. Let's go.
- Come on, Dad. We need to find Clara. - What about my house?
Clara!
Come on.
Gilbert, can't you slow down a bit?
Your grandpa's on form.
Clara!
- Mom, I'm hungry! - Yes, sweetie. We'll find something.
Clara!
I don't think yelling is going to help.
- Since she's not your daughter... - Excuse me?
Over here!
Well, it's not just your house.
What's the budget for this carnival?
Clara!
Get lost! You're scaring the customers.
Look-- Hey, watch it!
- Really? - I mean, come on.
Unbelievable.
- Mom, I'm hungry. - Yes, sweetie. Hold on.
There's some... Oh, look! Fitters!
Hello, there.
They've got a nerve!
Just one, please.
Sure, one fritter.
I don't have any cash. Do you take contactless payments?
- What? - Con...
- Contactle-- - Hey! No money, no fritter.
You won't make any money with that attitude.
"Vassier." Like you.
Is he a relation?
I don't know, but they can't use our name like that.
- Oh, come on. - Excuse me. Who is the organizer?
- The organizer? - Yes.
The Sheriff? He's in the square for the execution.
In the square...
Execution?
Clara?
Excuse me, have you seen a young woman in her twenties, multiracial?
-"Multiracial"? - Yes.
- You're not local, are you? - No, we're from Paris.
Good heavens! What a long way!
Three hours with no traffic. So, you haven't seen her?
Well, no.
- She's not here. Let's go. - Not until I've spoken to the organizer.
People of Miller's Hollow!
There he is.
I've captured one of the devil beasts.
Bring the beast!
I'm innocent.
I swear before God!
- You were roaming the streets at night. - I had lost a sheep.
We found blood on your clothes.
- I cut myself while trying to-- - Quiet!
Lies!
Liar!
What say you? Is this man one of the beasts?
Yes!
Oh, yes...
And what should be his punishment?
Death.
Death!
- Death! - Loulou!
Executioner, do your duty.
- Don't worry. It'll be just fine. - It will?
This is too violent for you.
Plus, it's super realistic.
Have you seen my--
Thanks a bunch!
We're leaving!
Get out of here!
Dad, come on!
Jérôme! What's going on?
It's blood! It's real blood!
What are you talking about?
- Good God. - Yes.
- Can I taste it too? - No!
What's going on? My daughter vanishes, public executions...
Redecorating behind my back...
There's only one explanation. A real medieval village,
real executions, real blood...
Time travel.
- Tell your son to stop being ridiculous. - Calm down.
No, he's right. The kid is on drugs.
- He's lost it. - You're one to talk!
Show some respect, please.
I'm capable of taking care of myself.
- Mom? Jérôme? - One second, sweetie.
Théo isn't on drugs. I know you're stressed--
I'm not stressed. I feel great, actually.
- Can we focus on Clara, please? - Mom! Jérôme!
- What? - What?
Excuse me, sir, have you seen a young woman?
Pretty, in her twenties, multiracial?
Yes? No?
Do you speak French?
- What year is it, sir? - Théo!
This is the year of our Lord, 1497.
What peculiar apparel.
- Apparel? Has he seen himself? - He didn't speak.
He did. He's a ventriloquist.
He is not.
You've got signal! Call Clara.
I don't. It's an alarm for my meeting.
Turn it off! It's making him angry.
- One second. - Turn it off!
- It's not working. - Turn it off! Watch out.
Let's go.
How's your wrist, Dad?
Fine, thank you, Jérôme.
- You called me Jérôme. - Well, what should I call you?
So...
What was Mom's name?
You're losing it, son. Her name was Nicole.
She was born on July 3, 1946. She wore size 6.5 shoes,
and her social security number
was 2-46-07-350-132-148.
Why?
No reason.
- Something's going on. - I agree.
Watch out.
Get back, kids.
- Mom, what's happening? - I don't know, honey.
What the...?
IT
IT'S ME
Me who?
IT'S ME CLARA
Clara!
- Hang on. - Be careful.
What happened, honey?
Why can't they hear me? Are they dumb or what?
That's it, we can hear you now.
- I didn't say anything. - You did!
You spoke! You heard her, right?
- No. - Not a word.
Dad! You're reading my mind!
I hope he isn't losing it like his dad. It's the last thing we need.
Jeez, I hadn't noticed he was going bald.
Let's all stay calm.
I saw you at the execution.
You're not from here.
Why are you here? Are you related to the sorcerer?
I'm glad you mentioned that. I don't appreciate you--
No relation. We're just passing through.
We saw an empty house and stopped to rest. That's all.
Right? That's all.
You're sorcerers!
- Hands off my son! - Calm down.
We are not sorcerers.
We're...
We're musicians, aren't we?
- That's all. - Yes.
We're minstrels.
I'm Daniel the Minstrel. See?
And this is my troupe.
The Minstrettes.
Play for me.
But we...
We have no instruments. Wait!
I... Get my guitar, sweetie.
- Huh? - Your what?
My... My lute.
Get my lute.
Your what?
It looks like a small guitar.
Luckily, I never travel without... my lute.
Yes.
Right.
- Please. - Thank you.
Yes. Right. One...
Okay. Three, four.
You tell them that my career
Is uncertain
That no one knows where I'll be
In a year's time
If they only knew that to you
I was once the greatest singer of them all
And that's the reason why
You wanted a child
Who's all grown up now
What about them?
Come on! Three, four...
The judges and the law
They don't scare me
It's my son, my battle
She shouldn't have left
Very good.
I'll break everything
If you touch
My flesh and blood
In time, please.
She shouldn't have left
Very well.
- Are you okay? - I'm fine.
Get back inside.
The beasts are coming.
There are beasts too?
The village must sleep!
Go home! The beasts are coming!
Night has fallen. The village must sleep.
Go home! The beasts are coming!
The beasts are coming!
I'm hungry!
Yes, honey. I'm looking.
Let's try this.
Wonderful. Now, we won't be talking to an empty chair.
There we go. See?
"Witch,
Thief, Hunter, Seer,
Werewolf."
- It's too late for games, honey. - I'm not playing a game.
It's on this box.
- It was under the dresser. - Wait.
Let me see.
Isn't this your game?
Yes, it is. Why is it here?
No way!
It isn't time travel. We're in the game.
Come on, he must be high!
No, I'm not.
- The cards correspond to powers, right? - Yes, so what?
So, we have those powers.
Gilbert is the Hunter, so he's super strong.
No need to exaggerate!
Just in good shape.
Clara, she's the Little Girl.
Little Girl, discreet, invisible!
Whatever. Louise is the only little girl round here.
You'll always be my little girl.
You're doing it again. Who are you talking to?
Well? You hear voices.
There's no way he gets a power and I don't.
No! I didn't hear a thing. I'm just thinking aloud.
So, we're playing Werewolves.
The house shakes. We end up in our ancestor's house
and we have powers?
- We're clearly in the game. - Don't be ridiculous.
The box may have vibrated right before the earthquake.
- What? - See? We're in the game.
Think, Dad, please. It's your game.
How do we get home?
I don't know! It's not my game. I found it in the attic without any rules,
so I made them up, and they changed over time.
That's all.
And I'm the Thief. What's his power?
No idea.
I do remember one rule.
To win the game,
we must identify all the Werewolves
and kill them all
before they kill us.
But what if I'm a Werewolf?
Oh, sweetie, don't worry.
Nobody is going to kill you. Nobody!
Okay? Nobody.
Nobody will kill you, honey. And guess what? I found dinner.
Plus, it doesn't look so bad. I can make us some soup.
"Sciurus folliculus."
They must be chickpeas.
They're squirrel balls.
You okay, Loulou? We came to say goodnight.
It's time to sleep.
Tomorrow, we'll go home. I promise.
Yes.
Can you tell me your story again?
Once upon a time,
about ten years ago,
your mom had just separated from a total loser.
I was single too, and as well as teaching music at school,
I gave private guitar lessons.
At the time, I wanted to take my mind off things.
It was either a sport or learning to play an instrument.
So, I searched the Internet for a guitar teacher,
and I found your father.
I taught her how to play her favorite song,
and obviously, she fell head over heels for me.
Obviously.
Two years later, you came along.
Like a gift.
Right. The end. Good night.
But I love the song so much!
No, it's bedtime, sweetie.
Where I live, forests sway And rooftops scrape the sky
I'm exhausted.
All right, good night.
I love you.
All right. Good night.
Come on. I'm kidding.
Good night, sweetie.
What are you doing?
Nothing.
Just keeping busy.
You know, I don't know where we are,
or "when" we are,
but it feels good to be thinking clearly again.
- Sorry, I should visit more often. - Don't apologize.
Watching people disappear is no fun.
We'll get back home.
And I'll be there.
Good night, Dad.
Good night, Jérôme.
- Who's there? - What's wrong?
What...
I think she wants to tell us something. Right?
Hold on. Calm down.
Werewolves are heading to the village! I almost got eaten.
We need to leave now!
There are werewolves, she almost got eaten and we need to go.
She's always been excellent at charades.
Where is Loulou? Loulou?
Loulou?
- Loulou? - Loulou?
She's not here!
- Louise? - Louise!
Stay here.
It's me!
Come in, sweetie. Quickly.
What were you doing?
- I went out to pee. - No!
You can't go out alone. You may be a werewolf!
But I'm not a werewolf!
I swear!
We believe you!
- Tie her up. - What about a muzzle too?
If she says she isn't a werewolf, she isn't.
Wait, let me handle this.
In 50 years of poker, I've never lost to a bluff.
Look at me.
Are you...
a werewolf?
No!
It is confirmed. She's not a werewolf.
I was wrong! Tie her up!
Wait. Don't move.
- Easy! - Don't hurt her!
The rope! Hand me the rope!
Théo! The rope, quickly!
The beasts have killed again!
Oh, Louise.
Jérôme?
Jérôme, wake up!
Where are we?
The year 1497.
Oh, yeah. Damn it.
Louise is back to normal.
Loulou!
My sweetheart.
I'm hungry.
No, wait. Hold on.
What are you doing?
You'll hurt yourself.
You look lovely!
Thank you. You're not so bad yourself.
Right, what exactly is this for?
This is for hunting werewolves.
Come on, Jérôme!
They're only werewolves at night, so...
You can't just start stabbing villagers at random.
No. Nobody is hunting anyone.
I've been thinking, okay?
It's your ancestor's house. It's his game. We can visit him in jail,
and ask him how to get home.
- Okay? - That works too.
- And he has the right to an attorney. - Rights?
In 1497? I'd be surprised if he hasn't been tortured to death.
- Radishes? - Flowers, dear lady?
No, thank you.
It seems to be working. Kids, listen up.
We'll talk to our ancestor while you go to the market for food.
- Okay? - Okay, but with what money?
Well, I had an idea.
We'll use Clara's invisibility to our advantage.
No, my daughter is no thief.
Seriously? Would you rather starve?
Wait, I'm the Thief. I should do the stealing.
Honey, we've seen summary executions and savage beasts,
so let's avoid getting arrested, shall we?
Right.
- Let's meet in an hour. Okay? - Yes.
- Kids, don't forget. It's the Middle Ages. - Meaning?
Meaning... it's like a foreign country, you need to adapt.
Remember Rome, Marie? I asked for water in my coffee and they tore me apart.
Same in Dublin. It got ugly when I ordered non-alcoholic beer.
- In Brussels-- - No need to list them.
Yes, right. Anyway, when you're abroad,
you act like you're abroad. I mean,
do as the locals do. It's the Middle Ages, so be discreet and fit in.
- Right. - See you in an hour.
- Okay. - Let's go.
See you later.
Is the lute being discreet and fitting in?
No, it's our cover. Nobody will notice.
Look, the minstrel!
My husband is a soldier. He heard you sing and says your voice is angelic!
That's too kind. I do what I can.
Play for us, minstrel! "Good Charles VIII."
I don't know the chords.
-"The Sweet Stable Boy." -"I Strangled a Burgundian."
- How about an original? - How about not?
Come on, let's go.
- Bye, thank you! - Wait.
Tell me your secret. How do I become a Minstrette?
Get a PhD and make a bunch of bad decisions. Let's go.
I'm the Thief. Maybe I can just steal whatever I want.
See? No need to be invisible.
Nice bracelet.
Hold this. I'll be back.
What? Don't worry. It'll be fine.
Sorry.
Get back here, vermin!
Stop that thief!
Stop him!
Let me do the talking.
Good day, gentlemen. Daniel the Minstrel.
Hello.
- Is Childéric Vassier held here? - What do you want with the sorcerer?
Quite right.
Well, I thought some music might soothe his soul.
May his soul burn in hell!
Right, well...
Okay, we don't have all day.
We wish to discuss the charges brought against him.
- Shut your mouth, harlot! - Excuse me?
- What did you call me? - Whatever I want!
Hey! Calm down!
Control your woman.
A good beating wouldn't go amiss.
Touch me again and I'll batter you!
Honey, think of the children, please.
Right, it's the Middle Ages.
Come on. The kids will be waiting.
Oh, yeah.
- Oh! Hello, Daniel. - Hello.
I saved something for you.
Oh, thank you.
What?
Nothing.
He has no problem flirting, but when it's two dumb oafs,
he's nowhere to be seen.
I could've intervened earlier, but I'd have blown our cover.
Plus, it's the Middle Ages.
Yeah. How convenient.
You were scared, but it's no big deal.
- I was not. - Come on!
I wasn't!
- What about the temporal paradox? - The what?
The temporal paradox.
Nope. No idea.
First rule of time travel.
Everything you do in the past can impact the present.
I mean, the fut... Well, later on.
No meddling. It's a known fact.
- Is that relevant? - Of course.
It's simple.
If I had kicked that jerk's ass,
feminism would have progressed 500 years too soon. See?
Imagine the consequences.
Sure. No more war or pollution, an infinitely superior society?
I can imagine the consequences.
It's...
That was a bad example, but you get my point. It's...
We need to be really careful.
"Careful," he says.
My ex was selfish, but he wouldn't have chickened out.
Your ex...
What's wrong?
Isn't Théo with you?
- Wait. - What's wrong?
- I lost him! - I think she lost him.
Lost? What do you mean, lost?
- Where'd you lose him? - Calm down!
Sure, when it's my son, we need to calm down!
Outsiders!
- Yes? - Yes?
Your son told me everything. You're from the future, aren't you?
No, we aren't. He talks nonsense.
We think he's on drugs.
Where is my son? Huh?
Chill, Mom.
It's me, Théo.
Théo.
Blacksmith.
Théo. Blacksmith.
- Théo... - Stop!
That's my power! Identity theft. Sick, right?
No, it's not "sick." At all. No more of that!
- Why not? - Because... What if you get stuck?
You know? You're still exploring your own identity.
Right? And it's great. I'm 100 percent behind you,
but you'd be completely lost. Understand?
Yeah. I think you're just jealous.
Because you don't have a power.
Wait, Théo!
Your power is awesome. And more importantly, very useful.
Finished your repast already?
Meal. It means meal.
Yeah! I mean, no. This lunatic ruined my appetite.
Shouting and bawling again. An hour or two in a cell will help.
- Yelling again, virago? - Easy!
I'll handle the bitch myself.
"Bitch"? Really?
Sorry, Mom. I got a bit carried away.
Childéric Vassier?
There are rats. No big deal.
Hello?
It's empty.
Childéric! Childéric Vassier?
No more torture! I beg you!
For the umpteenth time, I'm not a sorcerer!
Be quiet! We won't hurt you.
Come closer.
Yes.
We are your descendants from 2024.
We played your game and ended up here with powers.
How do we get back to our time? Huh?
Nope.
He doesn't get it.
Théo, show him.
Right.
Guards!
Be quiet!
It's you! You're the sorcerers! You set those beasts loose in the village.
We didn't set anything loose. Quiet!
The werewolf game. Okay?
Thief, Seer, Witch. You invented it, right?
No! The man in wolfskin brought that game.
Okay, who is this wolfskin guy?
A stranger I took in three nights ago, just before the beasts started attacking.
Right. This Wolfskin might know how to get us home. Where is he?
I don't know. The next day he was gone.
Okay, what did he look like?
He was a man.
Right.
In a wolfskin!
Please, I don't want to be burned alive. You have to get me out!
I'm no sorcerer. I can't even make soup, let alone potions.
Hey! Who stole my helmet?
Mom, we need to go, now. This way!
Thanks, Childéric. Good luck!
Wait. Good luck? You have to get me out.
Don't worry, I'm your attorney now.
Oh, right.
But what's an attorney?
Who are you talking to?
To the bars.
They want oil.
So, a man called Wolfskin gave him the game,
but he has disappeared.
If we want to get home, we need to play the game and win.
To win, we need to find and kill the wolves.
Kill them? We're not killing Louise. Wait.
Four werewolf cards mean four werewolves.
Only killing three might work.
Or we just kill two, stew them with squirrel testicles and we're all set.
- Got a better idea? - No.
We're all going to die in 1497. I've always wanted to get leprosy.
Well, I won't sit idly by, waiting to be eaten.
Let's catch the others and go from there.
I'll keep an ear out in the village.
Keep an ear out? Really?
Keep an ear out, yeah. I'll...
Investigate. I've been very observant lately.
Observant. That's the last thing he is. Clara quit school and he has no idea.
You quit school?
Clara, get back here now!
Clara? Where did she go? Clara!
- How long have you known? - How did you guess?
You have a power. You're the Seer. You can read minds.
I just sense these things, that's all. Let's not... Enough!
If you can't read minds, you don't know that I fancied
one of Cédric's groomsmen at his wedding last summer.
While you danced, I took him to the kitchen.
He kissed my neck and slipped his hand under my blouse.
- He caressed me softly. - Who is this creep? I'll kill him.
I knew it. That's a shameful power to have.
- Oh, yeah? - Yes.
And cheating on me isn't?
I didn't cheat on you,
but if you keep this up,
I may get ideas.
I'm warning you, Jérôme. Never use your power on me.
At least I have a power.
I'm useful, my dear!
Enough.
We have three werewolves to kill, kids to bring back to 2024--
2024?
Are you really from the future?
We'll ask the questions.
Who are you? What are you up to?
My name is
Piero.
I'm Childéric's neighbor.
I'm an artist.
An inventor, un po'.
I came here to pick up whatever's free for the taking.
Poor Childéric. È finito.
He'll burn at the stake.
Why were you snooping around?
People don't like my kind around here.
You're a werewolf?
No. Werewolf? No, I'm not a werewolf.
Jérôme, go on.
Use your power.
Read his mind.
Stai buono, okay?
Can anyone speak Italian?
What does "È tanto bello quando si concentra" mean?
"He's so handsome when he concentrates."
Oh, right! "Your kind"! That's not a problem for us.
It isn't?
You're...
You're lucky.
So, in the future, it's not a problem, no?
But now,
here, if people find out that I like
men too, they'll skin me.
They'll boil me and quarter me.
Really?
Wow, it really is the Middle Ages.
Can we untie him?
- Yes. - Okay.
Grazie. She's nice.
Grazie, tesoro. Can I get something to drink?
- Sure. - Un po' di vino.
Clara!
Bring the man some water!
We need to find the werewolves to get back home.
Do you have any idea who might be one?
No, if I did, I'd help you, but--
My daughter is invisible.
Yes, it's not ideal, I know.
I might be able to help your daughter. We'll ask the questions.
So, this...
This is kind of like clay.
Explorers brought it back from the Americas.
Know where that is?
- Yes. - But I have perfected it.
See?
Look, it's
flexible. Capito?
Stretchy, yet tough.
So, it's rubber.
- Rubber? - Yes.
What are you going to do with it?
When your daughter jumps into it,
this "rubber" as you call it, will give her another skin,
a second skin, capito?
But she can always take it off
just by pulling it, like this. Handy, right?
Not bad. Not bad at all.
Except it isn't...
It isn't my daughter. It's too pale. It's rubber colored.
Right, non c'è problema. Hold this. I can do darker.
Guarda qua.
- Attenzione. - Yes.
Ecco!
No, more! More!
- More? - Yes, more.
- More! - Stop.
- No! - A bit more.
- No! Ma cosa fai? - Keep going.
Yes! That's it!
That's Clara.
That's my daughter.
This is your daughter?
- She's his. - No, she's my daughter.
I had Clara with another woman.
- Another... - And Théo's not my son.
No. Théo's from my first marriage.
- Yes. - To Olivier.
- Olivier? - No, I'm Jérôme.
Olivier was Marie's first husband.
- Yes. - Aspetta, Marie's husband?
- Her ex. Clara is my daughter. - But Clara...
Exactly.
But we are both Louise's parents.
Finalmente!
That's family, right?
In the future, it's...
Everyone's free to mix it up.
- Can we stir now? - Sì.
- Stir. - Let's stir.
Round and round.
Allora, we're almost there.
There!
No, not quite. She's missing one. Right there.
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
- Here? - Yes, there.
Ecco!
Now, that...
That's my daughter.
Now, very important, the eyes, lo sguardo, the gaze.
Shake your head. Jiggle it.
Ecco!
That's better.
Now for the final touch.
I enjoy dressing up.
- Of course. - Great!
Anyway...
Pick whichever you like best.
This one? Yes.
This one's pretty. Right...
Ecco!
- Yes or no? - Yes!
Oh, right! Aspetta.
This is a little invention of mine, a gift. Allora...
Aspetta, ecco. Try again.
This wig sucks.
- You can hear me? - Perfectly.
You look fantastic. Look.
Rubber!
No.
Do you have any makeup?
Certo! I may even have...
No, it's fine. You look great without it, honey.
- Thanks, but we've got wolves to hunt. - Thanks, Piero!
- Prego! - Thanks, Piero!
Sì! Good luck!
- If they try anything... - Dad...
Where is this one from?
She's my daughter.
She can speak for herself.
Where am I from?
"I come from a land
scorched
by the wind
of rocky moorlands."
"Around the lakes,
for the living,
it's a hellish place."
She's from Connemara. Got a problem with that?
- Got a problem with that? - No.
Sounds like a really lovely place.
The Sheriff captured a beast! He's going to execute it.
People of Miller's Hollow!
The last execution was an unfortunate misunderstanding.
He was innocent.
Yes, well...
But this time, we're sure!
This woman is one of them.
I swear before God that it's not true! I'm innocent!
Lies!
Everyone knows you're odd.
You are unmarried,
at the age of 17.
They're all crazy. I know! It's the Middle Ages.
What say you? Is she a beast?
Yes!
And her punishment?
Death!
Executioner, take over.
They can't kill her. We have to do something.
If we do anything, we're all dead.
She might be a wolf, which would be a big help.
Oh, no.
No!
Sheriff, the sun is about to set!
Hurry!
Is this a joke to you?
You're the joker.
Daily executions take their toll eventually.
- Where's your spare? - Do you have a spare sword?
Of course.
Well, good for you.
Know how much executioners make? While we're on the subject--
Later! Kill the beast, and be quick!
How? With the handle?
Sheriff! The sun has set.
Move!
Let justice be done!
Let's go!
My son!
Save my son!
- I'll go. - No, Dad.
Don't worry, son. Your dad's made of strong stuff.
Save my son!
Please!
It's easy when you've got the right tools.
WEREWOLF
I got her card.
- You were awesome. - So cool!
- What's happening? - No!
After her!
Hurry! Split up!
Loulou! Louise!
Louise!
- Louise! - Louise!
Hurry, return to your homes!
There! A young cub!
A puppy? Where?
Not a puppy. A werewolf, but a baby one.
There! Follow me!
Louise?
She's fine. Gilbert has her.
- Where's Clara? - No idea.
Damn it!
Head home. I'll find her.
Don't die. Okay?
Don't worry.
Go.
Yeah, he's gonna die.
Clara?
Stay here. I'll distract them.
No. No!
Dad, trust me.
Hey.
Being invisible doesn't mean you're worthless.
Okay.
Be careful.
I got one! He's mine!
WEREWOLF
Well, only two left.
- Let's hope so. - I know how to find them.
Look, she still has her teeth.
She has the same hair and cheeks. Even as a werewolf, she's still Louise.
Same goes for the others. I saw them up close.
Tomorrow, we find them,
kill them and take their cards.
I saw the pack leader. She's a female.
She has white paws, so she's probably old.
The other was male. He has a fat belly and a limp.
Now we have everything we need to find them.
Minstrel!
Courting the elderly now?
- Do you know her? - Mrs. Warter?
A good woman.
Trust no one. She might be one of the beasts.
Impossible. She just returned from the city this morning.
Show Daniel your buns, honey.
Sorry?
Oh, right!
No, thank you.
Stay vigilant.
He's a bit strange, isn't he?
Yeah, but you know how musicians are.
Are you from here?
Am I ever! I'm the oldest in the village.
I'm 52.
Jeez!
Get out of here!
Clear off!
It's him! He's a wolf!
Tell the others we found one. I'll handle him.
Don't move!
I'm warning you.
I have powers!
So don't even think about transforming.
Transforming? Into what?
Into a werewolf.
I saw the blood on your clothes.
That's nothing! My husband just beats me.
Right!
Which one is he?
The middle one?
Great.
Good day, sir.
Counselor Poulain-Vassier, your wife's attorney.
- Her what? - Her attorney.
- Who's she? - No idea.
- She uses strange words. - Yes.
Do you admit to beating your wife?
Of course I do, she's my wife.
But I don't beat her for no reason.
Either the soup's too hot or too cold.
Or she gathers wood at a snail's pace.
Sometimes, she even asks me to bathe.
- I do push my luck. - No.
I think there are other ways
to communicate that don't involve beating her.
Right?
- Whipping her? - No.
- Drowning her? - No!
- Scalding me? - No!
Just communicate. Talk to each other.
As equals. Okay?
An occasional slap is fine, right?
Come on!
Do as you please. I'd have divorced him three times by now.
What's this about divorce?
Huh?
Marriage is an unbreakable bond, Minstrette.
There is no divorce. This is heresy!
I didn't mean it like that. It was nothing.
Listen, take my contact details, just in case. Okay?
I'll just borrow this.
PUBLIC SCRIBE
There.
You can write, woman?
No! Not at all.
- Witch! - No, I'm not.
- Witch! - Come on, relax. Don't have a burnout!
- Burnout? - Yes, it's English.
- Shoot! No! - She admits it!
She is in league with the English. Seize her!
Witch!
I'm not in league with the English! Let me go!
Your husband must love you, witch. He defended you.
So, the burning's off?
Don't worry. It's still on.
You get five minutes with Daniel.
Minstrel!
- Five minutes. - Yes.
Not a second more.
Jérôme!
No touching!
All right.
My descendant!
My spitting image!
Do you have a birthmark too?
No.
Blind in your right eye?
- No. - Scabs on your gonads?
Excuse me?
- Do you have scabs on your gonads? - No.
But...
- I'd like some privacy. - Yes, of course.
Are you okay? Are you?
The kids? How are they?
They aren't mad about you burning at the stake.
Look on the bright side. They say it's painless.
Less painful than impaling.
Good to know.
But worse than drawing and quartering.
I'm not surprised. Last year, a friend--
Hey, come on!
- Are we interrupting? - Sorry.
Jérôme...
Your head.
Listen closely.
You must leave.
Take your dad and the kids.
Not without you.
Think, Jérôme. We need two more cards, and we can't kill Louise.
We'll never win this game.
But you can all make it out.
So, you need to go.
Far away from here.
And leave you to burn? No.
We have no choice.
We're not leaving without you.
"I'll go where you go."
Not this time.
Do it for the kids.
Okay?
That's enough.
Go home, minstrel. Night is falling.
- For the kids! - Out!
For the kids.
Number two! Thanks to whom?
Thanks to Gilbert.
WEREWOLF
Don't all celebrate at once.
Did I miss something?
Mom's been arrested. She'll be burned tomorrow.
She wants us to leave Miller's Hollow. Without her.
We won't leave her.
I need your help.
Certo, come in.
People of Miller's Hollow!
By burning this witch and this sorcerer...
I'm not a sorcerer.
...we will purify the soul of this village with fire.
And put an end to this curse.
Witch!
Any last words?
Sisters!
Today,
you are battered and beaten.
You get burned.
But one day, you will be equal to men.
Your body will be your own.
You'll be able to divorce, work, and even vote!
Yes.
Today, they call us witches,
but tomorrow, we'll be scientists, inventors,
and pioneers.
So, never lose hope!
Fight for your rights.
The future is yours.
As for these two fools...
- That's enough. - ...they have no balls.
That's just how it is...
What about you? Any last words?
What she said. Couldn't have put it better.
Wait, is this hemp? Because I'm allergic.
If it is, I'll swell up and take longer to burn.
- I'm in no rush. - No, wait...
I'm not a sorcerer!
To the stake!
Stop!
I request a favor.
The right to sing a final song to my wife.
Sing, minstrel.
A storm is brewing
A return to the wild
Break down every door and barricade
Free the wolf from its cage
Feel the wind as it howls
Let the blood throb in our veins
Turn up the volume on the guitars
And the growl of the motorcycles
- What's a motorcycle? - No idea.
All it takes is a spark
- All right then. - No!
And one movement
All it takes is a spark
And a word of love
To light the fire
Light the fire
And make the demons and gods dance
Leave all our troubles behind
Drop our hatchets and our worries
Break free from the chains
Unleash the lion in the arena
Yeah!
I want lightning and sparks
The smell of gunpowder and thunder
It's me, Théo.
I want celebrations and laughter
Hurry!
I want to hear the crowd go wild
All it takes is a spark
Not much, barely a touch
All it takes is a spark
A touch of--
Sing with me, Sheriff!
Light the fire
And make the demons and gods dance
Music from your time is appalling.
Shut up!
DANIEL
Light the fire
Step on it, Théo.
And see the flame grow in your eyes!
The sorcerers are escaping!
Arrest him!
Daniel, come back!
Daniel! Daniel!
Fire at will!
Rearm!
I want them dead or alive.
- Is everyone okay? - More or less.
- Yeah. - So-so.
Oh, God! I'm coming.
Stay strong!
- Don't remove the arrow! - Oh, right.
You witch!
You know, Jérôme, if Marie doesn't make it,
it may be an opportunity to see things differently,
start a new life.
- Have-- - Marie!
Oh, great, she's back.
I told you to run.
Yell at me later.
There are soldiers ahead. Is everyone okay?
- Yes, we're fine. - Oh, God.
Hold on.
Don't remove the arrow!
Don't touch me! Ever!
Dad, what now?
The Sheriff will be looking all over for you,
so go and hide in the church.
I built a secret tunnel in there,
but to get in, you'll need a three-digit code.
Okay.
The first digit corresponds
to the number of heads of Cerberus--
- Come on! - The code!
- It's 316. - Right, let's go.
For light, lift the lever at the entrance!
Hurry!
Help me, Clara.
Wow!
Right, Théo, get Louise somewhere safe.
At the back. Over there.
Put her headphones on her, okay?
Where do we enter the code?
- I don't know. - Let's look around.
Let's go.
Here.
Not scared, are you? Okay.
It's here!
- Where? - Here!
This is the secret entrance.
- Take a corner each. - Yes.
What's the order?
I have no idea. He said 316.
Clara, you're three. You're one, and I'm six.
Okay.
- Three. - One.
And six.
Kids, get out of here. Go and hide.
Go on!
You guys go and hide.
Go on, Théo!
Watch out, Clara!
Go on! Yes.
Kill it!
No!
- Théo! - Look out!
Shoot, damn it!
Sorry.
It's Cupid's power.
If she dies, I die.
I saw them up close.
The female has white paws.
It's you or us.
Nobody touches my son.
Now, don't touch it.
My battery died.
Loulou, put your headphones on!
- Loulou, it's Mommy. - Easy.
It's Mom.
Where I live, forests sway
And rooftops scrape the sky
The water torrents are violent
And the blizzards are eternal
The wolves are at our doors
And all the children understand them
We hear the screaming of New York And the boats on the Seine
I'll go where you go
You'll be my nation
I'll go where you go
Whatever the place
Whatever the spot
What are they doing?
Louise!
- Go on, Loulou! - Yes!
You can do it!
- Yes! - Yes, go on!
Yes!
No!
Louise!
WEREWOLF
The Witch.
Daddy's here.
Is she okay?
Are you okay?
My little sweetheart.
My precious baby.
CUPID
I think we won.
Of course I had a power. I was waiting for the right moment.
If you ever come back,
come in June for St. John's Festival.
We dance and sing, we burn redheads and albinos...
- Fun for all the family. - Great.
The kids would love it.
- Right. - Safe travels.
- Thanks. - Bye!
Jérôme!
Grazie, Jérôme.
You're welcome.
You really...
You inspired me.
So, now, I will return to Florence
and I might start painting again.
- Grazie a te. - My pleasure.
And I'm going to start using my real name again.
- It isn't Piero? - Oh, no.
No, it's Leonardo Piero.
Da Vinci.
Sì.
Buy everything he paints.
Are you joking? It's all crap.
I'm telling you, buy them all. The lot.
Ciao.
Safe travels!
I have a beautiful family.
Very beautiful.
Especially Jérôme.
HUNTER
Marie?
What?
Damn it!
It didn't work.
It's JP.
Hello? I'm on my way. Keep your hair on.
No way!
Are you guys working at the medieval fair too?
You got ripped off with those costumes. They're terrible.
Are you okay?
Yes, we're fine, sir. Thanks.
- Are you okay, Dad? - Well...
I'm not sure, I...
I remember something about knights.
And werewolves.
I think I'm losing it.
No, Dad, it's okay. Don't worry.
Come on. Let's go inside.
Let's go home.
My dear Jérôme,
I loved being with you again for a few days.
But you and I both know it won't last.
I'll keep forgetting things.
A name here, an anecdote there.
One day, I won't remember anything at all.
So, while I have my memories, I'm writing them all down.
Everything I remembered. Everything that mattered.
I hope you'll tell me all about it.
I love you. Dad.
DONATED BY THE VASSIER FAMILY
Can we go now? It has been an hour.
A few more minutes.
I explained all the paintings to Grandpa.
Great.
I think I preferred the original.
You're just jealous.
INSPIRED BY THE GAME "THE WEREWOLVES OF MILLER'S HOLLOW"
Subtitles translated by: Laura Player