A hunting estate up in flames in the Landes.
Three dead bodies in the wreckage.
Three small-time crooks looking to earn their gangster stripes.
Two semi-big shots from the Bordeaux underworld.
A string of botched plot twists worthy of a Coen brothers film.
And a guy who shows up with a Yorkshire terrier tucked under his arm.
That’s the true story of the Belhade killings.