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- Hello. - Hello.
Another pleasant day begins with us on air.
So if you haven't left home yet,
you'll quickly realize that once you eventually do,
you'd've been better off staying in.
On that note, here's a song to warm your heart,
failing to warm your body.
Music!
You open the shutters of your house
To a new morning...
Hello Stibel.
FEBRUARY
- Oh, Catherine! - Oh, Cathy!
- Hey. - How are you?
- I'm good. - It's been a while.
- Did you come for Christian too? - Yes.
Oh la la, what a thing...
- I can't believe it. - It's just so sad.
- And the kids... - I wonder what got into him, I...
No explanations... It's an ugly business.
Hey, Yannik. It's Pierre Bastin.
I'm with Benjamin at the church.
They've started up again. There's a huge one on the door.
Any chance you're available right now?
How long will it take you to get here?
Ah, great.
It's Christian's funeral tomorrow. It'd be good if it's gone.
Thanks, see you shortly.
- I got hold of Yannik. He's coming. - Okay, great.
- Got the deets? - Yeah, I took notes.
- You see anything? - Nope. The church doesn't have camera.
What about the neighbors?
Hey, Pierre, Benja. What brings you here?
Come take a look.
Oh no, what a thing! Ain't right... Have you seen what's going on?
- They already tagged the hall. - Yeah, we saw.
- It's the same guy. It's the same tag. - Yeah, I think so.
- What a thing... - Haven't been able to catch them yet.
Oh, hello, Willy.
- Oh, Benoît! Hello! You seen this? - Yep.
- I'm absolutely furious! - Yeah, I bet.
- I can't believe it... - I've called Yannik, he'll swing by.
Yannik will get this cleaned up.
Still, in the meantime, we'll have to cover this up.
- We can't leave it up for the funeral. - Course not.
When the sacristan gets here, who's more Catholic than the Pope...
If he sees this, he'll faint.
We'll be on patrol. Maybe they're still skulking about.
All right, thanks. Thank you, Benja, Pierre.
- See you soon. - See you.
What the fuck?
- On the door... - What a mess.
Are they gonna get bigger and bigger? On the church door now?
Will the police station be next?
The next one'll be on the police station!
Willy and Benoît won't ever recover from this.
- They'll be dreaming about it for weeks. - Sex nightmares.
You smell that? This is good stuff.
Nope, I've got a blocked nose.
- Nothing? - Nothing.
You've always got a blocked nose.
I dunno, is it vanilla or something?
"Havana Cigar".
"Havana Cigar". Where'd you buy that?
In Cuba?
- At the store, what you think? - Right...
I'm following doctor's orders. "Rest!"
I'd love to rest, but he's always calling me for help...
That's called "delegation".
- Can't do a thing on his own... - Careful, here comes the patrol!
- What's new? - Gents.
Good day, Constables.
Anne-Marie, friend of your mom's.
- Anne-Marie? - She lives down the street.
Not a clue.
- She's got leukemia. - What?
Leukemia.
Her sister figured it out. She was going down the stairs ass first.
She couldn't stand straight, so she went to see the doctor...
- Her husband, birthmark on his neck... - Yeah?
- Well, it's skin cancer. - Damn...
- Everyone's got cancer. - Yep.
Still, Christian killing himself...
Makes you think that people only commit suicide
and nobody dies of disease nowadays.
I'm not following. Is she dead or not?
- No, I'm just painting a picture for you. - Right...
Speaking of, know anything about the sexual graffiti popping up?
Around Vitrival.
I've seen a few. Figured it was the Turkish kid.
But he's not in Vitrival, so that clears things up.
- Where is he? - Field trip.
- 6th Grade field trip. - Okay.
He isn't in Vitrival.
They got off a good start. Stuck three hours at the gas station.
Then at the venue, the kids had been so difficult,
their teacher, Mrs. Marie, playing badminton with the kids,
broke down in tears.
- Wow. - So all good then.
You could say that...
- All right, we'll be off. - Great, thanks.
- See you around, fishermen. - Cheers boys, have a good patrol...
Kiss me, before it kills me
We'll never dance together again
Here's a shout-out from Baptiste
at the fries shop of La Renommée in Vitrival.
He says hello to all his customers...
- Hey, guys. Hello. - Hey.
Also, to his friends, and his parents, Véronique and Luc.
What you got there?
- Sandwich. - Dude...
- It's good. - You don't mix ham and jelly.
- Gross... - What about your rancid old pasta?
It's a new one.
- Made it yesterday? - Course not.
Now, a request from Catherine.
Catherine from Vitrival has lost her flowery scarf
and is asking our listeners to pray to Saint Anthony
to help her find the said scarf.
She sends her thanks.
And today, it's Louise from Vitrival's birthday.
Our favorite drummer!
By the time I leave work, the night's as black as a monkey's ass!
- Okay... - You guys seen anything?
What are you talking about?
The graffiti. All the sexual graffiti in Vitrival.
- Seen anything? - Nope.
- They're popping up like rabbits. - No cameras?
They won't do graffiti right in front of a camera...
They won't just stand where we can see them.
What if you put cameras in strategic locations?
That's a privacy infringement.
Also, tell me where these "strategic locations" are.
Where should we put them?
Guessing where they'll strike is tricky.
- Right... - And the Turkish kid?
We already looked into it. He's on a field trip.
- Someone else is doing these tags... - So it can't be him.
What about digital footprints?
Come off it, Bernadette... This is Vitrival, not CSI New York.
- Prints and stuff... - We don't have the budget for that.
It's just the two of us.
They need to be caught in the act.
Everyone needs to come together, keep an eye out, then we'll catch them.
Do you really think an adult would do this?
- You'd be surprised... - They must be unhinged.
...what people get up to nowadays.
- Well, that's a shame. - Kids nowadays...
Things ain't what they used to be.
- Still, it's strange. - Yep.
- Well, you won't crack the case today. - Don't think so.
Something to cheer you up? On the house? Coke?
- Coke. We're on the clock. - Yeah, Coke. Thanks...
Thanks, man. Ciao.
Nath?
Honey, you home?
- Honey! - Honey!
I finished rendering the walls in the laundry.
- How are you? - Good.
You'll see, it looks great.
Yeah, looks good.
Yeah, I watched a few videos online. I added a bit of water.
- You see the difference? - Yeah.
NO LITTERING
And all her thoughts are with Christian's family
on this sad day for them.
And here's a reminder.
The Big Vitrival Bonfire taking place on February 25th...
It will be lit by the village's last bride and groom at 8 PM...
- Well! Caught you again! - The hell is this?
How many times must we tell you? No fires 100 meters from houses!
- Pain in the ass... - Maybe, "Hi, Dad"?
- Yeah, yeah... - Hello, my dearest nephew.
Seriously, this is a pain. We've come by 10-20 times.
What more can we say?
- It's always you! - It's nothing.
We can see the smoke all the way from Benjamin's!
- We're being very lenient here. - Here we go again...
I'm not hurting anybody!
Let's call our colleagues and see about that.
Any potential smoke will blow towards the forest...
- "Any potential smoke"? - We're being too soft... Pierre.
Mom'll be happy when she finds out her holiday fund is paying your fires.
Don't treat us like idiots. You're putting us in a tricky position.
This isn't nice for us either.
When others do this, they'll say, "Oh, you didn't give your dad a fine!"
Listen, that's Christian's funeral.
That's new. One toll for a death, one for a funeral.
It's always been two tolls.
In Vitrival, the bell always tolls twice when someone dies...
This'll be hell on your wallet.
- Come now... - I'm telling you right now.
Don't start up again once we're gone. I know what you're like.
Can't you have a word with him? We have to keep coming back.
- What am I meant to do? - You can see what he's doing!
- Just tell him not to start fires. - You think that works?
Doesn't matter what we do. You think he'll listen?
Do I have to watch him all day?
- Well, you're here. - But I'm doing other stuff.
Yeah, "drumming"...
Yeah, and what's the problem? Don't you have anything better to do?
- For real... - Hello, boys.
Can't you say anything?
Listen, he can do what he likes. He's a grown man.
Your holiday fund is paying all these fines.
- Hey, don't talk to her like that. - It's the truth.
- Whatever... - We get calls every week.
- From who? Our neighbors are family! - Who'd you think? Those being bothered!
Yeah, whatever...
- Bernard, Jean, time for lunch. - Okay, be right there.
...to welcome the Mayor of Vitrival, Gaëtan De Bilderling.
- Hello Mr. De Bilderling. - Hello, Jean-François.
- Are you well? - Very well, you?
Doing okay, doing okay.
Now let me ask the age-old question... "What's new in Vitrival?"
All is well in Vitrival.
Our citizens, as well as myself, are enjoying the mild weather.
We're getting out and about all across our beautiful village.
These moments we share here in Vitrival are precious.
Nonetheless, out and about, I hear the same old complaints.
"Oh no, not more damn roadworks!"
Yes, I understand your impatience.
I share your annoyance too, at times.
But I must ask you all to remain patient.
Keep a positive outlook, accepting these inconveniences today
which will greatly improve our standard of living.
I can't fully answer your question without mentioning health, of course.
Here's some advice. Take care of yourselves and loved ones.
Go see a doctor if you have to. Don't leave it too late.
Prevention is key.
Thank you, Mr. De Bilderling. Here's another vexing question.
- What about the graffiti? - There are no vexing questions.
Let me respond firmly. Any and all graffiti is intolerable.
Specimens were found on our walls these past weeks.
We've all seen them.
They spoil public spaces and degrade our quality of life,
so those responsible must be punished.
Our police, who have my thanks, will be keeping watch.
Happy to hear this, Mr. Mayor. See you next month.
Thank you, Jean-François. See you soon.
And for our listeners, we'll be right back after this ad.
JOY - HAPPINESS
Hello, Grandma.
- Hi. - Heya.
- How are you? - Good.
- Is this a bad time? - No, no.
You haven't seen anyone?
There's graffiti everywhere. It's of a sexual nature.
- It's... - On the bus stop.
Right, so we were wondering if you've seen anything unusual.
- No? - No...
- Nothing stood out? - Well, I mean...
By the time I look out, it's too late. I'm always getting there too late.
- Right. - Someone was saying...
"Did you see anyone walking around that area?"
Well...
Maybe someone was there, but I didn't see them.
- Okay. - No worries.
- So nothing out of the usual? - No.
- No? Still in good health? - I'm all right...
- Great. - You're in good health?
You two both have nice teeth.
- You think so? - You go to the dentist?
- That's good. Not like me. - Yeah, yeah...
Mine are better than his.
He forgets to brush.
- I brush every day. - Yeah, sure.
Whose teeth are better? His or mine?
- Let's see... - Mine are perfect.
Both are good.
- I'll have a candy, for the cavities. - Yep, for the cavities.
Benja smiles. He'll use his teeth up quicker.
- I'm making 'em stronger. - Yeah, I preserve them.
You know, old people eat sweets in secret.
- But why? - No need to hide it.
You can have a biscuit if you want.
So nobody's come by today?
Some kids came by earlier.
Here, I imagine an office.
- A place, an office. - Yes.
- With a big window too? - Yes.
Because it's very important to work with the light.
And here, the workshop.
- My workshop. - Yes.
- This is very important for you. - With big window too.
No, it's a garage door.
Oh... Why no window for me?
- Oh, there is some. - Oh, a little bit " tiny ".
We can make it bigger, if you want.
- You like it like that? - I like it like that, yes.
- Well, we... - It's a big renovations , it's not...
It's not like we're leaving our parents' homes today.
Well, we have time.
We're not in a rush.
You're not in a rush to live with me?
- Staying at the house tonight? - No, Mom made dinner.
You can come too.
My mom made dinner too.
I'll drop you off.
Works for me.
- Hi, Jany. How are you? - Hi, all good. You?
- Hey, friends. - Hello!
...three, and-a-four.
Open up your hands Let the light come in
Pass it to your neighbor Even brighter than ever
Open up your hands Let the light come in
Let it spread a little bit further
We've only ever done the chorus.
- When we go up... - Just the chorus.
Okay.
Let's do the chorus again, then we can wrap up this rehearsal.
Open up your hands Let the light come in
Pass it to your neighbor Even brighter than ever
Open up your hands Let the light come in
Let it spread a little bit further
- Wee-wees!... - Enough!
Go sit on the sofa while I talk to Benja and Pierre.
They're so excited. They even draw them on the shower walls.
- Well, you see the mess. - Yeah...
- Nope, haven't seen anything. - Nobody about the neighborhood?
Haven't heard a thing. We sleep with the windows closed, so...
I don't know anything more than that, except...
- Maybe Germain... - Germain Titeux?
Yeah, he's acting weird lately.
- He doesn't say hello, he's withdrawn... - That's adolescence.
- Anyway, we're out patrolling... - He's usually more cheerful with us.
- We'll stop by. - Don't say I sent you.
"Pauline said you were acting weird!"
- Julia, don't cause any carnage. - Okay.
- Don't cause any da-mage . - Just stay in your room.
- Come say goodbye, guys. - Ciao , friends.
See you. Have fun at the carnival.
Wave goodbye out the window, then put your costumes away.
Good luck! Bye.
Wee-wees!
- 1'42"! Great job, Germain! - That's a record!
- Super! - Not bad.
Yeah, not bad.
- All good, Germain? - Yeah, you?
- Yeah, good. - Great.
How's school?
School, same as always.
Seriously, guys? You came by to ask how Germain's doing?
You think I did the graffiti, right?
You're not wrong there.
Well, it's not me.
Are you for real? That's why you're here?
After I called you 10 times about that idiot neighbor and his fires?
When I open the windows, it stinks.
Last week, I had a cold.
I couldn't breathe from all the smoke!
I poured water over the fire and he just laughed in my face!
I'm sick of this!
This idiot neighbor wouldn't be your brother, eh?
He's my dad, but what are we meant to do?
This isn't an easy situation.
We're between a rock and a hard place.
We've already come by to calm things down.
Next time, we'll send our colleagues. And they'll sanction him more harshly.
What more can we do?
You say you're taking action, but in the end you're doing nothing.
So Germain, sure you had nothing to do with the... sexual graffiti?
- No, promise. - Of course he didn't do it.
- Okay, fine. - All right then.
It's nothing personal, Germain. We're just doing our job.
As they say, "Prevention is key", so...
- Right. We'll be off. - See you.
There's apple pie for you in the kitchen.
Ah, thanks.
- It looks beautiful. - Looks nice.
Getting started was tough. I had never done this before.
I didn't really know how to do the primer.
- What primer did you use? - It's for basement walls...
It takes 500 gallons. You gotta change it every week.
In Finland and Norway, they've got spring water, y'know?
That's how they save on water.
At some point, you could build a little terrace.
Dude, this is just the start!
It's a work in progress. The terrace comes later.
- He's putting the cart before the horse. - Why?
You got the Nordic bath before the house!
It's a little extra.
Life's good...
The birds are singing...
It's for Baptiste.
Yeah...
It's a bit weird, right? That he hung himself there.
- Why? - I dunno...
It's where he worked.
- Wasn't fully thought out. - Nobody'll eat fries there now.
Why not?
If someone hangs themselves somewhere, you won't go there.
When someone dies in a house, the house won't sell as well.
Sure, but it'll still sell.
You'd keep going to a restaurant even if people died there.
Yeah...
Suicide... You never know how people live.
- You still take the train? - It's tainted now.
What about trains? What about cars?
Think of all the accidents. All the people who drive into trees.
All the people who throw themselves off bridges.
Same thing. Maybe there was a massacre here.
- A massacre here! - A firing squad, maybe, during the war.
I dunno, maybe a guy hung himself off that tree.
Everything's tainted. Then what? You never leave the house...
- Y'know? - Yeah, makes sense.
Best not think about it.
The team at Radio Chevauchoir, as well as all of our listeners,
send their sincere condolences to the family of Baptiste from Vitrival.
We all knew him well, since he served hundreds,
if not thousands, of fries over at La Renommée.
His passing leaves a hole in Vitrival,
but everyone walks their own path, so we have to respect that.
Now, a little bit of music, which I hope can soothe our hearts.
- We lit the bonfire 40 years ago. - Oh my, so we did!
- It brought us good luck. - You were last to marry?
Yes, we were last to marry.
- Wish I could've done it. - Should've married later.
Who else in the family has lit it?
- Marie and Florent. - Ah, right.
Still, a bonfire is lovely, isn't it?
- It warms you up. - My eyes hurt...
It's super hot this year!
- My eyes hurt... - It's hurting your eyes?
- Close your eyes... - Cover them.
- What's your lady drinking? - As much as she can!
He was of sound mind, had a good life... He would never kill himself.
- You never know how people feel. - Oh, of course.
But it's very surprising, isn't it?
- Don't you think? - No.
So no inquiry?
Even if there is an inquiry,
I don't think there's anything to make us suspect a murder.
It was suicide.
Still, I'm disappointed.
So sing the meadows So sing the flowers
I have joy in my heart
So sing the meadows So sing the flowers
I have joy in the Lord
All paths in this world
May lead you to Heaven
And the wayward wind
May lead you to the sun
So sing the meadows So sing the flowers
I have joy in my heart
So sing the meadows So sing the flowers
I have joy in the Lord
JUNE
What the hell is this?
Go on, go home! You're causing a disturbance!
Fuck... Is she serious?
What's wrong with you? Are you done?
Go home, Louise!
This is the last thing we need!
- Hey, Jean. - Hey, Bernard.
- What's new? What happened? - Come take a look.
- There? - Yeah, hanging from that nail.
Bernard, how long were you here before Cousin Jean arrived?
No idea. A few minutes? I was coming back on the tractor.
Then I heard a noise.
I saw the strap and realized what was going on.
I looked outside, but nobody was there.
Then Jean arrived. He was the one who called you.
How'd you hear a noise on your tractor?
I know it's weird, but I heard a noise.
All right... Jean, aren't you meant to be at work?
I finished early.
Since we had to work in the garage, I went looking for him, and here I came.
All right.
You didn't see anyone? Not even a glimpse?
Nope, nothing at all.
I even checked the bushes. Nothing at all, no trace of anyone.
I don't get it, it makes no sense. Why hang yourself on private property?
Hanging yourself on our property... We'd have a body on our hands!
That'd be just great! What would we have done with that?
Dad didn't want us to call, but given what's going on now,
it'd be better for your inquiry.
I mean, what would we do with the corpse?
If I'd have seen him, I'd have shot him, job done!
That's not a solution! We would've had to put you in jail.
You can't know what people think. They feel bad, they're not doing well.
Where's Aunt Cathy? Did she see anything?
She's in Kinshasa for work. She left one week ago.
- Oh, yeah. - Just us here.
That would've been the sixth suicide! You don't think further than that?
Five suicides in three months... And you're not bothered?
Jean, they're cops. They're not mentalists.
We do wonder, but what else can we do?
We don't have the power to decide people's lives.
- Yeah... - We're not psychologists.
Yeah, that's true...
Come on, let's go on patrol. See if we see anyone.
Come on, Jean. Just stay calm.
Just think, one suicide avoided.
- Unless he hung himself elsewhere. - You're not wrong there...
Following Jean-François' death,
Radio Chevauchoir has suspended its programming...
Nothing to report, apart from you two being useless...
- Hey, watch it. - No offense, but anyway...
It's not like people have "suicide" written on their forehead, eh?
- Still, this got me thinking. - About what?
- I've been making some observations. - We noticed, thanks.
In this notebook, I've recorded everyone's comings-and-goings.
But most importantly, their "mental state".
Green means "good".
Orange, "average". Red, "not good at all".
If they're driving, hard to tell, but after a few passes, I'll know.
And so?
And so, I've summarized, in a table, everyone's mental states.
And who's in the red?
"Uncle Bernard".
If Jean hadn't got off work early, he'd be dead, I'm sure of it.
It's not that complicated.
The last five suicides were all in the red.
Christian, Baptiste the fry-cook,
Stéphane, Michel, Jean-François of the radio.
In the red. Suicides.
Well, this is good work... Still, it isn't proof.
But it's a good indicator.
A "good indicator" of your subjectivity.
My subjectivity is pretty objective.
You're no genius. My brother, though...
- Be nice to Benjamin. - I am!
- You know that I know this village. - We never said otherwise, but...
- That's not why... - "That's not why" what?
It's all in here.
Look, it's 4 PM. I'm hungry.
Be on your way, I'd rather eat alone.
- I won't keep you. - All right...
Once I'm done eating, I'll keep noting all my observations.
Everyone in red will kick the bucket.
Thanks for your information.
Pierre, don't fight with Louise tonight. Mom and Dad are fed up.
- Anyway, good afternoon. - Yeah, see you.
- Benja... - What?
- Did you see the entry about Nath? - Yeah, it's a load of bullshit.
It's total bullshit. Don't go believing everything your brother says.
"Frowned eyebrows", Nath... Yeah, when driving and stressed!
That doesn't mean she'll throw herself off a bridge.
- You know her better than he does. - Of course I do!
She frowns. That's what she does.
You yawn all the time. When it rains, when it's windy...
Rain or shine, you yawn.
She just frowns. No need to keep going on about it.
See any other names in the notebook?
A few, but I was focused on Bernard.
Still, this seems weird.
- It's weird, but not improbable. - "Not improbable", right...
- Anyway, you're green. - Course I'm green!
- I didn't see your name. - Neither did I. Maybe another page.
I hope I'm not red.
Only you can know that.
Yeah, true.
- Yes? - It's just us.
- Hello, Cousins. - Hey, Catherine.
- You good, Auntie? - Good, yes...
The door was wide open. We feared a break-in.
- When people die... - Gotta be careful.
Are your zits getting better?
They're not zits... But they're fine.
Can we help out?
Look... I'm just taking my time with it.
Since Grandma went into hospital, things have been a little complicated.
- 92 years old. - Yes, exactly.
Aren't the others helping you?
Listen, we're all going at our own pace.
I come by with Isa now and then, we whine a little...
We try to tidy the house up...
We've already gotten rid of some stuff.
The piano will be going as well. Your sister's taking it.
Isn't the drumming enough?
No, seems like the drumming isn't enough for her.
And it's good it's staying in the family.
That's true.
MAYORAL PARKING
All right, nice. Okay.
I'll let the patrol officers know then I'll get back to you.
I need to go, the police are here. Okay?
Great, thanks for your help. See you.
How's it going, guys?
- Pierre, chocolate? - No, thanks.
- He doesn't like that. - No need to ask you.
We're okay, even with all the suicides...
- We're keeping our chins up. - Well, I should hope so.
And on that matter, I've received some fliers...
...from S.O.S. Suicide.
It'd be interesting if you handed them out to people.
They contain information and interesting ideas regarding suicide.
Laure, I'd like you to put this up on the village Facebook page.
That way, people have this info.
- All right. - Thank you.
It'll be tricky, going round the village handing these out to everyone we see.
You don't need to give them to everyone, just to anyone receptive and interested.
As I always say, your role is all about prevention.
And as you know, prevention is key.
All right, but this is a hard subject to talk about with people.
"Excuse me, Gaëtan, you're looking pale. Here's a flier on suicide."
There's no shame in it. We must move beyond this.
We need to be able to say, "I'm worried you're not doing well."
I think this is a job for you both.
And while we're at it, what's going on with the vandalism?
- The dicks? - The phalluses.
Well, the dicks. We've got a group of four retirees
giving us reports on what they see on walks.
I mean... Have you come across them?
Not yet, but I think this is good.
It's a citizen initiative. It helps build social bonds.
You must tell them clearly that they are only doing prevention work.
They must not put themselves in danger.
That's super important.
I'm counting on you two.
We also said we'd discuss the "A Greener Vitrival" project.
The BBQ is now open. Be back soon, DJ Julien in the house!
Bar No.2 is now open.
Bar No.1, the wheel of fortune, everything...
Enjoy yourselves, but keep drinking. The sun's out, you need to drink.
- Guys, you'd best clean that up after. - No!
- Hey, Benja. Hey, Pierre. - Hey, guys.
Pierrette, Isa, how's things?
Well, I called the mayor.
He said you're handling out fliers. Why haven't we got one?
We've only just started handing out those fliers.
But we're taking it easy. We don't want to scare people.
- But everyone in the village is scared! - We know... Anyway, how are you?
I'm worried for Pierrette and Germain.
- Mum, don't worry, it's fine. - Pierrette's boyfriend dumped her.
Ah, that sucks. You okay?
- I'm fine. - No, you're not.
She's falling apart, two days before her exams.
What an asshole!
I'm worried for them, with all those suicides...
My hat's on okay.
- Is it on okay? - It's fine.
- Brilliant. - Okay, brilliant...
- There you are! - Where were you?
I've been going in circles for hours!
- Where were you? - I went all over Vitrival, and nothing!
- So did we! - I'm done, you're all pissing me off.
- I'm going home. - Oh? Says who?
You've got some nerve, leaving us like this!
- I'm going home. - Just like that? Calm down!
This was meant to be fun! Now, I'm pissed off.
Why didn't you come with us?
- Where are you going, Noël? Come back! - I'm done!
- Give back your vest. - With pleasure, ma'am.
Do it nicely. Thank you, sir.
There's the vest... Bye buddies!
- You're a big let-down! - Bye!
- Good riddance! - Bye.
See you.
- That's not nice. - No, that's not nice.
Oh la la , the sun's out!
Shall we take a stroll?
Our Benjamin sure is an early bird!
What is it?
Very clever...
- Do you want waffles? - No, but thank you.
Machetes are so damn cool.
Bernard always wanted a Congolese machete,
so I brought back two.
So cool.
Aunt Cathy, has Bernard been okay recently?
No, not at all.
- What makes you say that? - I'm sure he's lying.
He's lying! He tried to kill himself in the shed.
- That's a bit much, isn't it? - No, he has good reason to feel bad.
Since Grandma died, he hasn't been well.
He has problems with his health.
The garage is a disaster. The waiting list is never-ending.
Customers are fed up and complaining... I can understand them.
Do you think it's weighing on him?
Of course! But it's weighing on me too!
It's like I'm living with ghosts.
At dinner, either I'm all alone or it's the two of them talking cars.
- I'm sick of it. - Cathy, you have a winner's mindset.
Yeah.
Do you think we should tell him to see a shrink?
No! That's too much.
You just said he tried to kill himself.
Well, that's just a hunch.
Listen...
Change the subject.
Anyway, Pierre...
How are the preparations for your trip?
Well, I need to learn how to speak English properly.
- Where are you going again? - To the States, to Kansas...
Hey, let me speak!
We're off to Kansas, to visit Élisabeth's host family.
Ah, cool.
Yep... And how was the Congo?
Oh, brilliant.
I got to meet colleagues I've worked with for 20 years.
Really brilliant.
- Cool. - Yep.
We also visited the Bonobo Reserve.
Wow... And you had accommodation?
Yeah, at the boss' residence. It was really great.
There's a big difference between rich and poor out there.
- I can imagine. - So I was the right side of that fence.
- Mom? - Yes?
Is it because you're on the Anti-Dick Brigade?
Yes, this is a personal attack. Most definitely.
Just fuck off! You're pissing me off!
You're pissing everyone off!
Louise!
- Are you serious? - What? Where's Pierre?
Hey, Jérôme. What's going on?
Oh, what a coincidence! Pierre isn't here!
If it's other people, no problem. But if it's his sister...
So what's going on?
She's been breaking our balls for months with all the drumming!
Oh, your precious balls!
"The mean girl's breaking my big precious balls!"
I'll take your ball-bag to re-skin my drum!
Did you just fucking hear that?
She's threatening me! How about I break your face, dyke!
Dyke?! Throwing in some homophobia too?
Hey! Are you two done?
- Fuck off! - Fucking hell...
Come here so we can talk.
I'm not going anywhere near you. You're all in on this!
- You're all the same inbred family! - Watch it.
Why can't she play in the band?
- You know why! - Because I don't have balls!
This is fucked... You won't hear each other out.
Forget it, he's a moron.
- I'm going! You win, asshole! - Don't come back, bitch!
Jérôme, what is it with you?
She's been drumming for fucking months. I can't take it.
- Want me to come closer? - Leave me. I want to be alone.
Louise, you're taking this too far. You need to stop.
Next time, it's a fine. I'm glad Pierre isn't here.
- Just another frustrated man... - Don't insult me. I didn't insult you.
What can I do if girls can't join the parade?
You know that I always wanted to join the marching band.
I thought learning to drum was enough. It should be, but it's not.
That's how it is. Girls can't drum in the parade.
If it's unfair, change it. But since you don't want to...
What do you mean, "you"?
Since you want to be a drummer, then make your own women-only band.
What kind of reasoning is that? Why make my own band?
There's already a band, but no!
- It's super unfair! - Well, life is unfair.
And you won't resolve things by harassing Jérôme, y'know?
SINAM SINAM for VITRI-1, over.
VITRI-1 for SINAM, over.
SINAM for VITRI-1.
Disturbance resolved on Rue du Bois des Mazuis 64 . Roger.
Following Jean-François' death...
Fuck!
I tried gassing them. Didn't work.
Yeah, you mentioned.
I should just shoot them, but still...
That'd be too loud. Neighbors wouldn't like that.
That's why I'm using my air-rifle.
That stuns them, then I finish them off with a shovel.
Anyway... Know what'd be best?
I'd fucking love to buy a falcon.
I'd build a little perch there...
From there, it catches them... Boom!
Gobbles them up.
But Nath isn't thrilled with the idea.
I'm not surprised.
I'm sure I would take care of it.
I'd spoil it rotten.
- Got rats at your place? - Nah... Élisabeth was obsessed.
We put poison all over, but they didn't eat a thing.
Yeah, for sure you've got rats.
We'll see.
Gotta protect yourself.
- Hear that? - No, I'm deaf.
What are you doing? Put that down.
Put it down!
- You gotta disconnect. - Yeah, you're right.
Otherwise, we'll never see the end of it.
- Fucking hell... I don't believe this. - My dad's calling.
Yeah?
You checked it out?
Suicide.
No way...
I thought he drove off the bridge in his car.
Nope, shot himself in the head, fell off, smashed his skull in.
Oh shit.
- Doubled his chances of not screwing up. - You're kidding, right?
What if people saw him do it? What if they were with their kids?
He wasn't thinking about that. It sucks for the onlookers, but...
You have to admit, it's effective.
Ah, I missed!
- Drowning, I reckon. - Oh, yeah.
That's the worst. It takes time...
- And you suffer. - You really suffer.
For me, it'd be...
Eating something that's poisoned, or hanging.
Yeah.
Stuff that takes a long time isn't really suicide.
It's just hurting yourself.
But then you die, so that's suicide.
Yeah, but I don't want it to hurt before I die.
Yeah...
So, you've seen the light?
Didn't take long to change your minds.
Why isn't the whole village in here?
I handle the crossroad. For the rest, use your little brain.
I'm not a mentalist.
- Does anyone else know about this? - No.
Except for Charlotte. She thinks I'm mad.
I'm like a misunderstood artist, going on metaphysical rants...
But this is totally solid. You'll see.
We'll see.
So, all good?
- Perfect, "Sir François Mirador". - That's more like it.
Anything else?
Julien, the bridge suicide, was red in my notebook.
We noticed.
Then it goes without saying that if you had consulted the book sooner,
you could've prevented it.
Yeah, same goes for you too.
- Hey, that isn't my job. - So it's our job?
Guys, quit passing the buck, all right?
We need to work together. Otherwise, we're toast.
- See ya. - Yeah, see ya.
- Charlotte. - Bye.
- Shit... Dude, you're red. - I'm not.
- I swear, look. - I'm not red.
Okay, I was only messing. You're green.
Anyway, we're all going to die one day.
He's done a good job with this notebook.
When you think about it, we're all in the red, in some way.
You good, Socrates? This is suicide we're talking about.
You wanna die? No! Then chill. Turn left here...
Can you stop giving me orders?
Chill, dude. I'm giving directions, not orders.
You good? Forget to shit this morning?
Like you care...
Dude, I care, but what can I do? That's life.
You can't just say, "That's life". We've had six suicides in three months.
It's no coincidence. Something's going on in people's heads. It's sociological.
- What, so it's a conspiracy now? - What are you even talking about?
Just count yourself lucky none of our family is in the red.
Nathalie's orange, but that doesn't count.
- Dude, there's Bernard. Simon too. - What?
- Simon, your brother. - Yeah, nice try.
Oh shit...
- You can't keep all the bad stuff inside. - Yeah...
With everything, all the suicides, we're worried.
You're my brother. You're his cousin.
You're important to us. So don't keep it all to yourself.
We used to see you out all the time.
We'd see you on your bike, going out for a drink...
Now we never see you.
Yeah, I can't find the time.
Everything good with the girls?
I'd like to spend more time with them.
- Good thing Sophie's here. - All good with Sophie?
Yeah, but sometimes I wonder if she'd be better off without me...
Are you dumb? For real?
I don't know...
Don't be afraid to talk to us, if you're having dark thoughts.
Yeah, okay...
- You sure? - Yeah.
Okay, we have this flier that we're handing out.
People often find it easier to talk with a stranger.
You can call that free number, 24/7.
- Don't think I need that... - Don't you?
- From what I see... - Take it anyway. No pressure.
Yeah, thanks.
- We'll try to come by more often. - Ok, thanks.
- Call when you're done. - Will do.
See you soon.
Oh, Martine.
- Little Pierre! - Martine. All good?
- Yeah, you? - Yeah.
- Benja not with you? - With Yvette.
Still with Yvette. Those dreads... What a thing!
- You said it. - You never come by anymore.
- You're never at your window. - I am, but you don't stop by.
You go straight to see François. He must have better gossip.
Yeah, and now he's on sick leave...
- He's got time on his hands. - True.
But still...
Invite us over and we'll come.
We need to schedule things now? Fine. Then how about Monday?
- Monday? - 10 AM.
- That works?
- Monday 10 AM. Got it. - Good.
- Let's do it. - See you.
- See you Monday. - Bye, Little Pierre.
I feel good.
Me too. Really good.
- You know? - What?
I feel good, and I think we are lucky.
Sure, we can't complain.
No.
- And... - Hmm?
I think it will not... be possible for me to learn...
...English for the next few months.
But Pierre, you speak English.
Yes, but... I don't know...
- Does that feel good? - Yeah.
- Oh, Chouchou! - Yes?
- See this dick here? - That's a big one!
- It's huge! - Good work, Bernadette.
- I'll let Little Pierre know. - Yes.
Hello, Pierre and Benjamin?
We're close to the hall. We found another dick on a wall.
Just letting you know...
- Bernadette! - What?
I found something!
- What is it? - A spray can!
- A spray can, in the trash... - Careful! Your prints!
- How daring... - Your prints!
- Oh, yes! Sorry! - Okay.
- I'll put it in a bag. - Okay.
Boys, Chouchou has made an amazing discovery.
- We have a clue! - Right.
She found a can of spray paint in the trash near the kiosk.
She's put it in a bag.
And we found a big dick on the wall.
So we're super happy. This was an amazing find.
- Shame there's still dicks about... - Okay, bye!
- Bernadette, got it. - Great, let's carry on...
Martine?
Hello? Anyone home?
Must be out back.
I'll look outside.
Go look upstairs. She wears earphones while she irons.
Martine?
Pierre!
Fuck sake's, Pierre!
- Oh fuck... - Don't just stand there!
Help me out.
One, two, three.
Call! Tell she's taken insulin.
SINAM SINAM for VITRI-1. Flash, flash, flash.
While I have you all here today, let's all think about Martine,
as well as all the recent passings in Vitrival.
Our thoughts are with their families, and we share their pain.
In spite of all this, I wish you all a happy Saint Peter's Day.
On my signal, take aim...
And now, 1, 2, 3.
1, 2, 3...
OCTOBER
Yes but you don't think further than that...
You say, "We need to demolish it", but maybe it's a sign?
A sign?
Yeah, it might be a sign. I mean...
Well, maybe not a sign, but maybe a chance to rethink things,
to see if we really want to live there.
If we're not going to live there, what do we do with a run-down house?
We bought that house for the price of the land...
So if we sell it, we won't be losing money.
How will we find a home?
All the houses in Vitrival belong to suicide victims now.
Pierre!
- Maybe we won't live in Vitrival. - Hold on...
- Pierre! - What are you doing?
Bernadette, Noël, and Philippe are going through our trash!
- Come help me! - I'm not at work now!
Right...
I'll be going. See you.
What are you doing in our trash?
Ok... Bye...
My daughter doesn't spray-paint dicks!
- Unlike yours! - My daughter doesn't spray-paint dicks!
What's going on here? Since when do you go through trash?
We're looking for suspicious items.
Why would there be suspicious items?
Don't disturb him, he's calling Élisabeth.
Oh, come on...
Stay here, don't disturb him!
- I'm going to the toilet. - Leave him alone, come downstairs.
- I didn't insist. - He's sleeping. He's sick of you.
- I didn't insist! - You're such a pain!
Pierre?
Pierre...
Pierre, do I shoot?
Pierre! Do I take the shot?
Pierre, what do I? Do I shoot?
- Hey, bro. How are you? - Good, you?
- I brought you a muffin. - Oh, thanks. What flavor?
It's vanilla-rum. You inject the rum with the syringe.
- Awesome... Have a good day. - You too.
- How's Simon? - He's okay, but not doing great either.
- How many reds do we have left? - Twelve.
- The usual ones. - Well, let's get on with it.
Yep, you gotta do what you gotta do.
- Yep, got our chins up. - You've always "got your chins up"!
And how do you feel, Pierre?
- A bit tired. - Yeah, he's tired all the time.
It's not the suicides. He was born tired.
See? Blood pressure lower than usual.
Blood pressure, 9.6. Any other symptoms?
- I see stars sometimes, but... - Careful with this!
- Honestly, are you staying hydrated? - Yeah, he drinks Coke.
Coke? You know Coke is awful!
Honestly, you need half-a-gallon of water a day!
All right, nice deep breath...
- And how are you? - Fine. Getting by.
Still some work to do, but we've moved in. Even if Nathalie isn't here right now...
Vacation?
No, she moved in with her mom for a while.
Her mom's sick, in addition to all the suicides here...
So that worked out well. Still, all good.
I see... Okay, nice deep breath as well.
And you? How's life with Paul and Jany?
Hey, we're not here for chit-chat. We're on the clock right now!
Pierre, please. Calm down.
I'm just telling you that I'm worried for your health.
Blood pressure yoyo-ing, you're pale...
I know Benjamin is tough, but his face says it all.
You both seem burned out.
I talked with Fabrice. You need someone to cover...
- That's bullshit. - You said it yourself, you're tired!
You need time off and vitamins!
How about anti-depressants too? Come on, Pierre. No time off!
Here are your IDs. Talk about this with Fabrice.
- Your health is at risk! - Whatever.
It's your responsibility. If something happens, it's on you.
- We don't need time off. - And it'll be on me too.
Good idea, guys.
- I'll give some cash for my mom too. - Thanks.
- What flowers are you getting? - Chrysanthemums.
- Something simple. - Chrysanthemums are always nice.
Thanks a lot.
You doing okay?
- I'm having lots of nightmares. - Like what?
What with all the suicides...
Last night, Little Damien was in front of the house,
his bulging eyes, staring at the house...
- It was awful. - It chases you at night.
You should do breathing exercises.
- I'm not convinced... - Has this been going on a while?
Yeah, since I stopped working.
- Then going back to work's the answer. - Think of your well-being.
Recurring nightmares, fatigue... Those are alarm bells.
The station has a therapy service now.
For everyone worried about the suicides.
- Okay. - Or do some breathing exercises.
There are tutorials on YouTube. It's no silver bullet, but...
I was having nightmares, it really helped me out...
- What's this, Pierre? - A collection for the suicide victims.
- For All Saint's Day. - Let me get some cash.
Very kind.
You'll put Chrysanthemums?
- That's right. - Oh, nice.
Good thing we got that waterfall shower.
I felt so relaxed after. I was stiff all over.
It was totally worth the price.
No, it's the sounds in the garden. It's got me all worked up.
I know what I heard!
Look, I'll get to the bottom of it.
How's things with your mom?
Then why go? You're not helping.
If you can't do stuff for her, if you can't do the small stuff...
What a life-saver!
Yeah, welcome to the real world.
You can't always do what you want. I don't.
No, I don't do what I want.
Okay, you're right... Kiss kiss.
- You say "kiss kiss" now? - Only to Nath, to keep her happy.
Did you hear what I said about the noises in the garden?
I was wondering about that. Think someone is skulking around?
I don't know, maybe a prowler, a burglar scoping out the place...
In any case, I don't think it's animals moving about.
It's not that kind of noise.
I don't tell Nath this,
but now I sleep with a gun under my pillow.
- What? Your rifle? - No, my chrome-plated Smith & Wesson.
It's under Nath's pillow.
"Shit, I hear a noise"... Quick draw, just like that.
That's pretty weird.
It's not weird at all.
Anyway, you know me. I don't scare easy. But this has got me shook up.
- Hey, you still got your caravan? - Yeah?
I'll spend a few days in there, be on the look-out with you.
Given the vibe these past few months, plus our jobs, we can't take risks.
- You sure? - I'll spend a few days in the caravan.
You're right. Let's not take risks here.
Okay, it's a done deal.
Anyway, can we swing by Uncle Bernard's?
I know he's no longer red, but we should check in.
Yeah, but what excuse you coming up with?
- He's never shown you his Bic collection? - Nope.
It's not a collection. Just got a few I like, that's all.
Still, you've got quite a few.
- All good, Uncle Bernard? - Well, yes and no.
- What's up? - I'm caught in an emotional spiral.
But it's none of your business.
- You talk so fancy now, sweetie. - Totally.
- You can tell he's seeing a shrink. - I'm not seeing a shrink!
- What's going on with the new houses? - Oh, there's no end to it.
The new neighbors'll make our lives hell.
I took a look at the houses online. They're super ugly... Yuck!
If I could, I'd smash their heads in with a shovel.
Or I'd take my gun, and bang! End of story.
You can't do that. It's a bit illegal.
Fancy a drop of bubbly?
- No, thanks. - Not while we're on the clock, Cathy.
- You enjoying yourself there? - Of course.
On Fridays, I clean in the mornings, then I enjoy some time with my sweetie.
You're living the life.
- Uncle, the sound's at the front end. - Yeah, well...
Come look! A dick!
An old dick!
This isn't motor repair, this is archaeology!
I wonder how Louise managed to paint these.
Hey, give it a rest with Louise. We have no proof she did the others.
How is Louise? Moved in okay?
How'd you think? She doesn't live in Vitrival now.
- He won't even visit her. - Are you dumb? Why not?
Little Pierre, I don't think anyone cares that Louise did the graffiti.
- A few people aren't happy. - She's a disgrace to the family.
People are just annoyed there were no charges.
- We wouldn't guillotine her. - And there's no proof.
The graffiti stopped when she moved, but the problem is the lack of proof.
I still wonder how she did this...
If Louise did this, if she did, then she sure is a clever one!
Hey, can't you call her to ask how she managed it?
No! And the sound is coming from the bumper, so get to work!
WELCOME
Fucking piece of shit...
Fuck! Pain in the ass!
Fuck...
This thing breaks my balls.
Sorry about the dog smell, but I did clean it all up.
Don't worry, it's not that bad.
All right. Hope you'll be okay here.
Speaking of, are you feeling okay?
Hey, cut it out with those questions. Not while there's still suicides.
Still, we're telling people to talk, but we're doing the exact opposite.
I can see you're at rock bottom. All the stuff with your house...
Dude, I'm fine.
And Élisabeth's in Kansas...
Hey, don't rub salt in the wound.
I'm not eating your dogs, cats, and rats!
There aren't any rats left. They eat them in some countries.
- They're tasty. - Good for them then.
I like beef, pork, a bit of lamb now and then, chicken...
And that keeps me happy.
- Look... - And venison.
Venison's good too.
- Full moon. - You okay? You a werewolf now?
Not a werewolf. A old lone wolf.
An old lone wolf...
Not much of a lone wolf though.
Dude, you've got Nath, me, your family, your parents.
Nath might never come back, but that's not what's getting to me.
My parents keep saying I'm going to end up alone.
So I had the idea of being an old wolf.
That's a bit dramatic.
Just being realistic. Do you need Élisabeth? No.
Are you an emotionally-neglected baby? Do you need your mommy?
- No. - Well, there you go.
- Nath'll be back for your birthday. - No way.
Why not?
She's scared to leave her mom all alone in the house.
And Nath's delicate. Not like me.
She wouldn't last long in the food chain.
- Why not bring the mom here? - I wanted to build her a studio!
But she wants to stay put. She has her routine, her neighbors...
- She'd be comfy in the caravan. - She wants to stay.
- Plus, it's your caravan. - "My" caravan...
- My observation post! - That's right.
No way you'll fuck me...
Fuck.
- So, do you want binoculars or...? - What?
Pierre?
Did you hear something?
Listen, Fabrice just called...
- Another suicide, by the wind turbines. - Who?
- Up top. - Who though?
No idea... I'm going for a run.
Some colleagues are on it, so no need for us to go.
I've left the house open, use the waterfall shower or whatever.
Okay. Thanks.
I didn't hear anything last night. Did you?
- Me neither. - Okay, stick a pin in it for now.
Hey, guys! Ben's here!
How's it going?
- Hey, all good? - Yeah.
- You guys packing up? - Yeah.
He got inside, went up, then just threw himself off.
Show him the photo.
What the fuck...
You know who it is?
Yeah, identification was pretty easy.
- Sébastien Brasseur. You know him? - Shit... Yeah, I do.
How was he able to get inside?
No idea, no signs of forced entry.
I reckon he got the code and slipped in, but who knows.
When we tried to get him down, he jumped right in front of us.
- Okay, I'll leave you to it then. - See you.
- Bye. - Ciao.
Sébastien has always been green, but he still committed suicide.
His suicide isn't that unlikely to me... We might've seen it coming.
- Then why not say so sooner? - You always think about it afterwards.
Maybe we could've seen the signs...
- We don't have a crystal ball. - Yeah, we're not psychics.
All we see are the warning signs, 10 years later, once the war is over.
Yep...
We're not psychics.
I don't believe this... I'm gonna lose my cool.
Pull over.
What's going on?
Well, they stole my scooter.
He's not a liar!
Calm down, Chouchou. They just forgot a pack of chips.
- And a bottle of pop! - We were gonna pick it up!
Give it a rest, you ruffian!
- And you just accept this? - They're disrespecting the village...
Hey, are you done?
- Give back the scooter. - No!
- No, I won't! - What are you doing? Stop!
- Give it back! Enough! - I don't want to...
I mean, really!
You can head on home. We have your parents' numbers.
- Throw this away. - Yeah, bye.
If you swing by the house, Mom has money for the collection.
Okay, we'll get round to it. Very kind.
- Hey, what about the bottle? - Enough with the bottle...
Hey, Sébastien just killed himself and all you do is obsess over trash?
- "Obsess"? - Yes!
We had an agreement, that you'd help with the sex graffiti.
The rules were clear.
You'd go out on walks, send us info, and that's it.
You don't take any action, okay?
There hasn't been graffiti in over a month!
- Yeah, wonder why! - Got something to say?
- No... - Everyone's uncivil in Vitrival!
Okay, I've had it.
The local prevention group is disbanded.
- No, no, no! - Yes, yes, yes!
Now, to the station. You don't decide this.
Everyone in the car.
No more scaring kids and going through trash.
I don't get it.
Sébastien was always green in my book. Never red.
I just don't get this suicide...
I'm sick of it all. No more notebook.
If it does more harm than good, then I've done enough.
Well, if you think that's what you need to do...
- At least you know your limits. - Human limits, not mine.
- Yeah, we get it. Right, Pierre? - Yeah, yeah.
We'll still come see you, for other stuff.
Hey, I'm not dead and buried yet.
- I've got something for you to chew over. - Go on.
There's a link between all the suicides, other than the fact they're all dead.
And what's that?
None of the men had kids.
None.
- Christian had twins! - Adopted. Doesn't count.
Jean-François of the radio, he raised the daughter his wife had...
That. Does. Not. Count!
Then what does count? He raised her as his own.
I've mulled it over. What counts is, the judicious use of one's own sperm.
- And what about Martine? - I've got zero theories on women.
With a single woman, the corpus of analysis is too flimsy.
Remember the pâtés she made for communion dinners?
Yeah.
Still, if you two don't want to throw yourselves off a wind turbine,
go sow your seeds.
- Don't joke about that. - I don't.
Sending your women away from Vitrival and the two of you living together...
Tongues are wagging.
- Bullshit... - We didn't "send them away".
Well, here's my two cents.
Charlotte and I did what we had to do.
Louise worries me, but now, she's probably safe.
You should visit her in her new place.
- She'd like that. - He doesn't want to leave Vitrival.
- You're a dumbass. - Hey, cool it.
You're lucky you're my brother and I like you.
Yeah, feeling's mutual.
Am I being a third wheel...?
The toll.
We're not so bad off, in your tiny chairs.
I know, right?
To all the citizens of Vitrival.
It brings me great joy to speak to you all today,
to wish you a happy Day of the Dead.
Death is relentless. This comes as no surprise.
But honestly, this year, our village has been closer to it than usual.
It has been a very difficult year.
But times of ritual, such as these,
remind us that with every departure comes the chance for rebirth.
I wish you all a happy Day of the Dead.
With all my heart, Happy All Saint's Day.
Take care of yourselves and your loved ones.
Take care of the tombs and the memory of those dear to you.
Let's celebrate them together.
Take heart. Vitrival will live on.
Was that okay?
Yes, but can you pause between each sentence?
Okay, let's do it again.
Oh, could you also mention Pierre and Benjamin's collection
for the suicide victims?
It's quite a nice initiative.
Okay, I'll note it down. You're right.
Rolling! Go ahead.
To all the citizens of Vitrival...
Blessed is this people
People of God, march forth
Onward to the Kingdom of God
March with joy in your heart
Blessed are those
Those who have a poor man's heart
Blessed are the poor
For theirs is the Kingdom
Blessed is this people
People of God, march forth
Onward to the Kingdom of God
March with joy in your heart
Blessed are those
Those who work towards peace
Blessed are the peaceful
For they are the children of God
Delicious, this Picon-Beer.
- I was thinking the exact same thing. - The perfect dose...
And how's the Nordic bath?
Tip-top.
Come winter, you'll have to drain it, right?
Don't get me started... I'm waiting for the right moment.
It needs to get cold, but not so cold it freezes.
Otherwise the pump breaks and the pipes burst.
- Gotta time it just right. - Yep.
- I can lend a hand, if you like. - Great.
You gonna get the heater from your parents for the caravan?
Yeah, I'm seeing them tomorrow.
For real, don't wait.
Last winter, with Nath, we were freezing to death in the caravan.
- Yeah? - Oh yeah.
- Isn't Élisabeth sensitive to the cold? - A bit.
Then get it done, for her.
So when she gets back,
she sees you've made a cozy nest for you both.
Yeah, that could be nice.
Still, when Élisabeth and Nath get back, it'd be nice to take a few weeks off.
Yeah, I'm not against some time off.
A little break...
Life's good here. Got no reason to complain.
Life's good.