The Returned (Les Revenants)

10 YEARS AGO

Another round, please.

Thank you, everyone.

Thank you.

You want more?

Then see you tomorrow.

It's gonna be the wedding between a big dumb-ass,

Simon, the bass guitarist wannabe,

and Adèle,

the hottest waitress ever.

Lucky bastard.

Thank you, take care.

Can my friends and I take a picture with the whole band?

Totally, sure.

I'm coming.

With Adèle.

Are you coming? – Sure.

– Be careful, that's not a toy. – Don't worry.

You want me to show you?

Like that.

See? That's easy.

We haven't slept much.

We'll sleep when we're dead.

Stop it.

I have to get ready.

Get up and get dressed.

It's bad luck for you to see me in my wedding dress.

I'm outta here.

What?

Nothing.

You've got something to tell me.

Not now. I'll tell you tonight.

Come on, what is it?

Tonight.

What, you're pregnant?

You're pregnant?

Are you happy?

Are you crying? Honey…

So?

Damn him.

Don't worry. He'll be here soon.

I'm sorry. – lt's OK.

Excuse me.

You're not eating? – I am.

– What is Mom doing? – I don't know.

She can't seem to get up.

Is it like last time?

No, she's just a little tired.

Eat your breakfast.

Are you OK?

I'm sorry.

Do you want me to go to the church without you?

I'll go.

I just need five minutes.

Do you need an appointment with Boisseau?

I'll be fine.

You can talk to me.

I'm sorry.

I understand. Don't worry.

Hi.

I'm listening.

What can I have with this?

All right, get lost.

Would you just have a piece of bread?

I'm starving.

I said get lost.

Sorry. – Wait.

Do I scare you?

I scare myself.

What happened to me?

Sorry.

– You've never seen him before? – Never.

– He really messed you up. – No shit.

We'll watch the video and put out an APB on him.

Yeah, right.

May I help you?

I was wondering if there was any report of a missing…

little boy…

brown hair,

about 8 years old, maybe younger.

Brown hair and dark eyes.

Why are you wondering that?

Because I saw a little boy last night on my way home.

He seemed lost, so I was wondering.

You didn't ask him if he was lost?

Not really.

Not really?

I was inside the bus.

So I just saw him.

But never mind… – Wait.

You saw the color of his eyes from inside the bus?

Why haven't you reported it earlier?

Come with me. I'll take your statement.

Come on.

– Do I have to make a statement? – Of course.

That can be evidence.

Yoghurt?

No, thanks.

You want some tea, Camille?

Thanks.

Coffee?

Is that how it's going to be now?

– What do you mean? – Act as everything is fine?

– lt's not. – How do we know it's her?

Maybe she's a clone or something.

Stop it. – What?

She could be a fraud.

– Can't you see it's Camille? – Who else could I be?

Do you know how I feel? Put yourself in my shoes for a second.

I don't care. You're not real!

Enough already!

Why are you lashing out at her?

Jeez.

Am I the only one who sees what's happening?

She can't be back from the dead. That's impossible!

Is she some kind of Jesus?

She was dead, and now, she's returned to life?

That's enough. Someone might hear you.

What? You wanna hide her?

We should throw her a big welcome home party!

– Stop it now! – You're gonna hit me again?

I can't explain it.

All I know is that your sister needs you.

My sister is dead.

Don't you get that?

She's dead.

Excuse me, do you know Adèle Werther?

– I'm sorry? – She used to live here.

– I just took her apartment. – How long ago?

– Eight or nine years. – Do you know Simon Delaître?

– They were a couple. – I don't know much about Ms. Werther.

It was eight years ago, I met her three times, I'm sorry.

Do you know what happened to Simon?

Goodbye.

Who the hell is that guy?

Victor?

You need to talk to me already.

I went to the police station. No one's looking for you.

You need to tell me where you got lost.

It wasn't in this town?

Do you even understand what I say?

I can't keep you.

Even if I wanted to, I couldn't.

And…

I don't have any toys. I don't have anything for kids.

You'll get bored with me.

I'd like this to be settled by Thursday, so we can print the texts.

Thursday should be fine.

You'll have time to make up your mind.

I'm sorry. I don't like any of those.

We'll find something.

I need to pee.

The restroom is over there.

Excuse me.

Captain.

A woman was assaulted last night in the tunnel near the town hall.

Apparently, the victim is Lucy Clarsen.

– She's a waitress at the Lake Pub. – She's alive?

She's critical.

She was stabbed a dozen of times.

– She has bite marks on her stomach. – Bite marks?

It looks like he's back.

– Get a canvass going. I'll be here. – AII right, Captain.

I have to go.

An emergency?

I'll make a detailed report for you.

I'm sorry.

It has dropped since yesterday?

It's still dropping.

Let me know if it keeps dropping. I'll send someone to check it out.

And don't tell anyone.

I tried to call her many times. She won't answer.

I'll call you back, Pierre.

Is Camille in her room?

I think she's finally sleeping.

I need to get changed at my place. I'll be back.

All right.

Why don't you bring some of your things here?

It's for Camille's sake.

What about Pierre?

I'm sorry.

You're right.

See you later.

What?

– Sorry, were you sleeping? – I was trying.

What did you want?

Have you been in your sister's room?

No, why?

Just asking.

– Hello, Julie. – Hello, Ms. Payet.

Hello, little boy. You're so cute.

Victor, is it? – Yes.

I didn't quite catch it. Are you related?

Yes, absolutely.

Did you hear about Mr. Costa?

You didn't hear?

This morning, Mr. Costa…

What?

He took a dive from the dam, and it was no bungee jumping.

You knew him, right?