Saint Hubert

On Good Friday morning Hubert went out hunting.

He was pursuing a beautiful stag when the animal turned around and,

as the pious legend has it,

he was surprised to see a crucifix between the stag's antlers,

hearing as he did so a voice that said:

Hunter, if you don't accept my Creation as true,

you will soon go to Hell.

Pierre for Luc.

Pierre for Luc.

Goddammit.

Are things any better at home?

Marie said you two are still...

Wouldn't it be better if you separated for a bit? For the kids' sake too.

Hold on a minute. Did Marie say that to you?

Come on, Pierre, you know it can't go on like that, eh?

Listen. Two things.

One, it's none of your business.

Two, I don't want you talking to Marie about it. OK?

What's that?

That doesn't look good.

Dispatch, we've got an injured roe deer here, over.

What have you done? - Put it out of its misery, of course.

What are you doing here?

Hello, sir. We are conducting a search together with the local police.

Could you have a look on the map and tell us exactly where we are?

If I hear a gun again, you will be in big trouble.

Big trouble?

Listen, we have all the authorization we need to do our job here.

OK? So I suggest you go and plant some frees somewhere.

You'll find your friends 4 km away, in that direction.

OK, then we'll carry on searching there. Thank you, sir. Thank you.

OK.

Pierre for dispatch.

Hey!

Hey!

Luc! Luc!

Luc! Hey! Luc!