El Paris, a town located somewhere uncertain, but in our time. Quasimodo is hunchbacked, bald, deaf. He takes size 47 in shoes and is contented. However, 20 years ago, his destiny was stolen from him: his parents, finding him too ugly, entrusted him to the fundamentalist arch-deacon of the town, Frollo and had him replaced by a Cuban girl, Esméralda. Now terror reigns in El Paris: a serial killer is lurking, 18 women have been killed. The head of police, Phoebus, erotomaniac and incompetent, leads the investigation in his beautiful, shiny 4-wheel drive. Quasimodo is the prime suspect, although he is innocent. Frollo has only one aim: to find out the truth (or is he?). Esméralda has only one aim: to compensate Quasimodo. Quasimodo has only one aim: to ring the bells on time. Phoebus has only one aim: to polish his car.
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