Let the Corpses Tan

Synopsis: Every summer, Luce, an eccentric 50-something painter, spends her time in a small and isolated township, which lies in ruins in southern France, surrounded by guests. This summer, these guests are Max Bernier (an old flame, author and alcoholic), her current squeeze (a lawyer named Bisorgueil), and three friends of his whom she has yet to meet: Rhino, Gros and Alex. After finishing their shopping in town, these three unknowns attack an armoured truck and make off with 250 kg of gold. They then return to Luce's place, counting on her to hide them until the end of the summer... But certain events will throw a spanner in the works, and the hamlet will transform itself into a battlefield over the course of a very long and turbulent day.
Genre: Thriller
90 min



LE I never miss.

Is that what you want?

Do it. Fire at will.






What the hell are you doing?

Too symmetrical.

Don't you appreciate

a little gunfire before breakfast?

How many eggs?

Just one. Cooked on both sides.

Make another one.

- There's none left.

We're going shopping today.

Did you sleep well?

- And you, Rhino?

- Yeah.

There's something wholesome

about being out in nature.

Something otherworldly.

I wouldn't be surprised

to awake to supernatural music.

And then attend Sabbath in the valley.

It's a pleasant ambience, at least?


I hope you'll make the very most of it.

All summer long.

Only if you agree

to let us stay that long, my love.

Let's go.

Six minutes!

Five minutes!


Please, we're not going far.

But with this bag and the child...

Get in.

You came all this way like that?

- We come and we go.

Where are you going?

- Are you from here?

- We're on holiday.

Do you know

where Madame Luce lives?

Do you need to drive so fast?

The kid will be sick.

Is he your son?

- No.

He's mine.

We happen to be staying with Madame Luce.

Are you expected?

Not exactly.

Is Monsieur Bernier here?


- The writer.

Oh yeah, he's here.

Just over there.

I'm here to see Monsieur Bernier.


What the hell are you doing here?

Who's this?

My wife, Mlanie.

With that boy and all!

I couldn't leave him!

- You'll be put away for this!

Since when were you ever married, Max?

I'm getting a divorce!

That's enough! We're exhausted.

We married last month.


She's crazy!

Her ex got custody of the kid.

Oh, so she kidnapped him then?

We need to leave

They'll bring the police here!

The girl with the suitcase...

Who is she?

Who is she?

Pia. The maid.

Do they have any family?

Does anyone know they're here?

- No idea.

Let's just get the hell out!

- We need to know.

Listen here...

You listen, lawyer. We agreed

that you'd handle the money and the hideout

that's all.

I handle the rest until we part ways.

And we part ways

when I say so, understood?


- Understood?


Don't lose your cool.

We have to look like regular people.

We need to stop all the arguing.

We can't let those girls leave.

Otherwise, we need to kill them all.

But it won't come to that...

You should keep live sheep.

Then you wouldn't need a fridge.

I wouldn't know how to kill them.

I'd know how to.

Go make friends with the maid.


The girls mustn't just get up and leave.

Find out more about them.

Don't you mind harboring a fugitive?

- A fugitive...

You mean

what happened with the kid?

I don't mind.

A mother should have the right

to keep her child.

Did you bring a radio with you?

No. Why?

They might announce a missing person.

Stuff like that.

I'm certain they won't find me here.

People know that Bernier is here.

Nobody's interested

in Max Bernier nowadays.

I listened to the car radio.

All they're talking about is us.

Not now.

Damn, seems like

everyone's after those gold bars.

Those two girls with the kid...

Did you pick them up?

Those Parisians of yours?

I didn't see anyone on the road.

They were going to see that madwoman

It's odd you didn't see them.

I didn't see a soul.

Hey, tell me what those women look like.

I don't know anything.

Well, she's black, pretty...

Stylish clothes.

A younger girl is with her.

I couldn't say...

Let's swing by the artists's place.

I want to check out these Parisians.

Tell the others.

No! We're after three robbers.

Not some Parisian tourists.

They're hiding out here...

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