Nathalie Granger

She cooked up that you didn't feed her...

that you were very poor, and so on...

She beat another pupil...

For nothing, a missing eraser.

There were always good and bad pupils...

this is nothing new for us.

But...

this violence... from a very little girl...

They shot 4 times, killed 3 times.

"Seize them if you find them, shoot them if they resist".

Invitation for a man-hunt

which every police station received

at 9.30 a.m. At this time indeed, Mme Marie Bastide

hiked in Drew: woods and saw

the two young killers asleep near a black car

at the Tower crossroad.

As this testimony accorded with the other ones...

a vast police plan was organized to seize the madmen...

who've terrified the region, for 12 days.

"Kids", said Mme Bastide...

"One dark, one fair, both exhausted ".

The boys were ordered to surrender.

A single shot at 1.30 was the only answer...

to a command of the Chief of Police.

This race against time is very painful...

considering their youth.

Only kids could do it...

making a bull's eye.

Blind-shots, that's it.

They were first seen at the garage.

Is it far, Dreux?

25 miles.

The woods are near Bordiéres...

the road crosses them.

Hurry!

Tell the school Nathalie leaves.

Tell Datkin she'll come on Monday.

I'll insist on piano lessons.

After, it's too late.

Yes, after 8 years...

No chance she can stay in school?

Not a chance.

If she doesn't study piano, she's finished.

At home, how does she seem?

UNHAPPY-

Touchy.

- Do you know her well? - No.

What does Nathalie like?

I think she likes music...

Give me 24 in Lignon...

About my daughter's piano lessons...

I phoned once.

The teacher told us...

We're sorry, our principle is to leave

the child free to learn or not to learn.

Only Nathalie will choose piano or not.

I cam hear you anymore.

Lignon is not far from home.

I'll see her, I'll take her on Saturdays.

We have to phone to the Mayor about Maria.

That's true.

"This is Nathalie's Don't touch it"

Many branches fell down.

- From the wind? - Yes.

I want to make a fire.

The Town Hall in Versailles, please...

Portuguese, yes...

That's the point... I phoned once.

The bailiff just told her to sign.

He told her it was nothing important, a simple formality.

And she signed.

She signed her own expulsion.

Nothing to do?

But she does not understand our language.

Nothing?

Thanks.

Sometimes, Nathalie wants to kill everybody...

She told Laurence.

She wants to be an orphan, a Portuguese maid.

She says we're very poor...

350 policemen are in the woods.

Little by little, they're closer to them.

They go on carefully

to seize the 2 killers of the suburbs

who committed several murders

without a financial motive...

just for violence, with the same blind rage...

as Whitman - the student in Austin.

The most horrible thing is that

they are below the penal age.

It seems likely they are Christian M. and Pierre 6.,

aged 16 and 17... who left home a month ago.

This violence, from a very little girl...

She tears her note-books, blotches...

her “writing exercises.

There were always good and bad pupils...

this is nothing new for us.

But...

this violence, from a very little girl...

Police research in Dreux forest has stopped...

given the time and nervous exhaustion of the men who have been scouring the area

for 7 hours...

Two shots were just heard in the woods.

It seems they are afraid

to be forgotten by their pursuers.

It's for the delivery

of the fuel. It's late.

It's cold here.

What '.1 Is it a wrong number '.1?

- There's no phone here. - Oh, sorry...

We'll settle her in Datkin School.

Very well...

Very well. When?

Next week.

Very well.

In her case, that school is far better than ours.

Piano is so good for her.

She must study it again.

It's impossible.

That's a pity. If you insist...

- Nathalie will refuse. - That's a pity...

We'll put the bundle together.

The woods are quiet now.

There's a deep mist.

The young killers seem to sleep

from exhaustion.

- Can I do something? - No.

I need a bag for her wool clothes.

Is it cold there?

It's in the mountains,

with snow till March.

Without piano, she's finished.

Forget Nathalie a while.

I can't speak to her anymore.

I must hide from my child.

Yes.

What do you want?

Sorry, the door was open.

No, we need nothing... 'Thanks.

We're not interested.

Oh, sorry.

It was open.

- Do I disturb you? - No.

Come in.

It was open...

- What do you want? - Oh, nothing...

Nothing...

I am...