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...

-Hey! The riboul

is over, cutie!

Ma Doué !

It's "distribil"

here!

-Astrid! Astrid! Astrid!

Astrid!

-You're screaming.

Are you in pain? -I had a nightmare.

-Well, that's good.

-Good?

-It doesn't hurt.

Go back to bed. To sleep, you have to close your eyes.

Vibrator.

Raphaëlle?

Niels, I have to go, but you're here,

I can't leave you alone. -In these cases, Mum would call

a nanny.

-Do you know anyone?

-Didn't I wake you?

-Niels had a nightmare. Oh yes, he's at your place.

-He sleeps at my place

every Tuesday, the night after I have dinner.

-And who's looking after him?

-A nanny. Someone I trust.

-Are you Astrid's mom? Yes, darling.

-Did you know Dad well? Yes, I knew him very well.

-Tell me about him. Talk to Astrid about him.

-I'm not sure.

-Don't you dare?

Go on, then. Go to sleep now.

-This looks like the murder weapon.

There are several impacts.

The last shot hit the artery in the thigh.

Breton.

-Oui,

il est archi mort.

-Do you speak Breton, Fournier?

-I'm from Finistère.

...

-What's she saying? That she's seen l'Ankou.

-L'Ankou? Death.

He's represented

by a skeleton with a broad hat

and an upside-down scythe. -Good, I've got a description.

We'll put out an APB.

-Hang on a sec.

-Is something wrong?

-She's right. He's already dead.

-You said that already. Archi dead.

-No, but the victim here is Erwan Le Treac'h.

-The industrialist's son?

-He's already dead. -Yes, two years ago.

...

-Thank you for coming. How are you?

-Quite well, actually.

The results are reassuring, the cancer was discovered in time.

The doctor is optimistic.

I have to follow a fairly strict medical protocol

protocol, which my current conditions of confinement

I can't follow.

I have to go to a specialized prison,

in Toulouse.

-How long will this take?

-Six months at least.

-And your brother's moving there with Niels.

Oh, shit.

-I did everything I could to bring Astrid and him together.

How is she going to cope with being separated from him?

-And especially giving up this ritual she's had to put in place...

But the priority

is that Niels shouldn't be separated from you, so don't feel guilty.

-Will you talk to him?

-Did I miss something?

-22 minutes.

-DNA analysis confirms that the dead man is Erwan Le Treac'h.

-But you can't die twice.

I've applied to the public prosecutor for an exhumation permit

to find out who was

in his coffin.

-What if there's no one there?

-Then he's back from the dead.

-If you don't mind.

-Yesterday was Halloween.

-Or, for the Celts, the night of Samain,

the night when the door between the realm of the dead

and that of the living is opened.

-Thank you for your time.

-How did he die?

-Carbonized.

-But that's not Le Treac'h,

this carbonized man

who died in an accident two years ago.

-There are indications that it wasn't a car accident.

He has a large wound on his throat.

-So what?

-She necrotized before the fire.

The body began to decompose before it was burned.

-In plain English?

-This guy had been dead for at least a week when he burned.

-The body was indeed burnt post-mortem.

-The victim died of a perforated larynx.

He had been stabbed.

-His body was placed in the car to disguise his murder.

-No doubt. We can imagine that Erwan Le Treac'h killed him

before faking his death.

-The stranger's disappearance must have been reported.

-The coroner

who identified him is incompetent:

he was a 70-year-old man with a hip replacement.

How could he have made a mistake?

-We need to look into this.

-The Gendarmerie Nationale

concluded that it was a traffic accident:

the vehicle crashed into a tree and caught fire.

-Do we just have the police report?

-And three photos. Yes.

Raphaëlle, it's not the quantity

that makes an archive valuable, it's its content.

Sometimes..,

a very short document contains...

-A nugget.

-I was thinking more of valuable information.

Precious... like a nugget, a golden nugget.

It's a fancy expression.

Look here.

-Gwendal Leroux" is the doctor's name.

who identified Erwan Le Treac'h.

-It was the body of an old man, he couldn't be mistaken.

So he lied.

What were they up to?

I'm sorry for your loss,

Madame Le Treac'h.

-Condolences...

I heard that so many times two years ago.

-Was your husband in trouble back then?

-No, he wasn't.

But it's true that before his...

his first death, he wasn't doing so well.

The suit

we wanted him to wear was too big for him.

-The death of Loïc,

his older brother, changed everything.

He broke his neck falling down a staircase ten years ago.

Erwan became the eldest,

and his father put

pressure to take over the company.

-Couldn't he say fuck it to Christian Le Treac'h? No.

-What do you mean, no?!

-Excuse me.

-Erwan faked his death?! Le Treac'h?

-Yes, that's me.

-We don't know that.

-Erwan's a coward! That sounds like him!

-Your son was murdered

last night, I'm so sorry.

-This masquerade has caused so much pain to his mother, who has already lost

a child! And his twin sister almost never recovered!

-Daddy...

It's Erwan,

is it?

-DNA analysis

confirms it.

-But who died two years ago?

-That's what we're trying to find out.

Someone else,

in your circle,

disappeared at the same time as your brother? A man in his 70s?

-Not that I know of, no.

-Do you know Gwendal Leroux? Yes, he's the family doctor.

-From now on, you'll have to contact

to our lawyer.

This time, he'll be buried in Gwadmeur, in the family vault!

-He wanted to be laid to rest

in Montparnasse. -I don't give a damn! Yann!

-I've got some information about Gwendal Leroux...

-Yes, uh, Astrid, we'll talk there, okay?

-Gwendal Leroux also works at the Saint-Louis hospital in Morlaix.

de Morlaix, but at the moment

of Erwan's false death,

a body disappeared from the hospital morgue.

-A body has disappeared?

-A body bequeathed to science.

There are often administrative problems with registration,

so this incident was not investigated.

However, the following

here is the identification of the body of the person who disappeared.

-Albert Kergoat, 78, artificial hip,

"died as a result of

"of a perforation of the larynx, linked to an agricultural accident".

-All indications point to the body being found in Erwan's coffin

at the time of exhumation.

I found the body.

-It's Albert Kergoat's body.

He didn't die from a stab wound, but from his combine harvester.

-And the doctor who identified him as Erwan Le Treac'h?

-He's either an accomplice in his disappearance, or a suspect in his murder.

-Or both.

-We'll bring him in.

Vibrator.

*-Hello, Cdt Coste. -Yes, sergeant?

*Are you with Dr. Leroux? -We are.

But he won't be able to talk to you.

-Gwendal Leroux, doctor in Gwadmeur. It would be suicide.

He's connected to our investigation, and we need...

Well, we're waiting for the gendarmerie to contact us.

-No! Hello, Mr. Prosecutor.

Commandant Coste. Yes.

Yes, I know exactly where Finistère is.

It's not in our perimeter,

I know, but we have to get to Gwadmeur.

Erwan Le Treac'h's fake accident happened there.

Wait, one of the family's brothers died there,

and the victim's mother and twin sister live there,

not to mention Dr. Leroux, who has just committed suicide,

who may be involved.

Mr. Prosecutor,

if you stop us going, we'll lose precious time.

Yes, my team

ready to go, we can be there tomorrow.

Yes, sir. Thank you for your time,

Mr. Prosecutor.

Here you go, sir.

-Which team?

-Fournier. And he's from Brittany.

-And Miss Nielsen?

-Yes. I'm sure she can be ready... very quickly.

-Impossible. Thursday, I'm going to the social skills workshop.

I'm very assiduous.

-Perhaps you could make an exception?

-Tuesday, Niels is coming to sleep at my place.

-We'll be back by then.

-Raphaëlle, you can't

guarantee it. The file.

-I know I'm asking a lot of you,

but this complex investigation requires us to be together.

If you don't mind.

-Raphaëlle, absolutely impossible.

Not Brittany.

...

-It's an unexpected move.

...

I give up.

Bravo, Astrid.

...

-Would you like to go for a drink?

-Er... How about a drink when you get back?

-All right, Astrid.

-Nico, you ready? We've got the escape game at 8pm.

We're gonna be late.

Don't overdo the chouchen, eh. Bon voyage.

-Bon voyage.

Uh, bon...

-Bon voyage.

-Astrid... *-Yes, good evening.

-Sorry to bother you so late, but I...

I need to talk to a friend.

-We'll talk tomorrow in the car.

-Are you coming to Brittany? *-Oui.

-C'est super. I'll pick you up at 7.

-7 o'clock. D'accord.

-Sounds great.

-Great.

...

-So, what made you decide to come in the end?

-I need your help to solve a riddle.

-Say, I'm listening.

-Last night, I beat Tetsuo at Go.

-That's your riddle?

-It's what happened next.

Our fingers touched.

-Ah? Yes.

It was a caress.

-No? Yes.

And an important fact occurred to me, one I'd never thought about before.

I've never gone bim.

-What? I've never gone bim.

Honk.

Raphaëlle, you mustn't brake too hard.

-I'm sorry.

But I wasn't expecting this revelation.

-Did you think I had?

-I don't know. I wasn't expecting it. I didn't expect you to tell me.

Ah, Fournier! He's always just in time.

-How's it going, girls?

I'm thrilled about this trip.

-So are we.

-I haven't been out of Paris in a while.

6-hour drive. We'll have plenty to talk about.

Fournier snores.

-It's snoring in the back.

-Dr Fournier hasn't fastened his seatbelt. It's dangerous.

...

He snores, it's very annoying.

Do you think I felt desire for Tetsuo yesterday?

-I can't say for sure, but it looks like it, yes.

-It's very annoying. Annoying?

Why's that?

-Because I feel it's something irrational.

So it's something I can't control.

-All right, then. So, how am I going to...

You know, Astrid, desire

can't be controlled, it has to be chosen.

And it's a path

on which you have the right to wander, to forage.

And you don't have to get in Tetsuo's boat.

...

Yes, you can.

If you just want

to pick flowers, you have the right

to just pick flowers.

-Pick flowers. Tetsuo has a boat. Raphaëlle,

I don't understand a word you're saying.

-Yes, you don't.

I'm trying to tell you...

You have the right to take your time.

If Tetsuo loves and respects you,

he'll understand the time you want to take.

...

I don't know how to whistle.

-Hi, there.

Dr. Leroux's medical practice?

-Next on the right.

...

-Hello!

-My umbrella.

-Put it there.

Anybody home?

Over there?

Hello!

Hello ?

What kind of

this circus? -The villagers are keeping vigil for the dead.

-Except we're not supposed to touch the crime scene.

-What crime? It's a suicide.

Uh-huh.

-Right, Marie, Hélène,

Jean, come back later.

Paris decides.

-Of course.

-Don't bother, there's nothing you can do for him, he's dead.

-And it's my business.

-Sorry, I told them

to leave. They're "penn dur" here.

Ronan Meur, warrant officer with the gendarmerie. We spoke yesterday.

Since my accident, I've been on the switchboard.

-You know the village? Yes, I was born here.

-Did Doctor Leroux and Erwan Le Treac'h know each other well?

-He was his godfather.

Erwan even lived with him when his father threw him out.

-Why did he kick him out? Erwan must have been sixteen,

and had gotten into a fight

with his brother Loïc.

-The heir.

-Yes, "the heir". He'd been the one looking for his little brother,

but his father defended him.

Erwan had to leave.

-Here. One document missing.

-It's a match.

It's a hanging all right.

No sign of a struggle: the guy did himself in.

-He knew that Erwan's return

would reveal his complicity.

-There's a document missing from the blue binder,

on the desk there.

"Procès-verbal 231".

"PV 232".

"PV 233".

-Would the 232 concern the accident?

-The dates match.

-He cleaned up.

-Of course.

-You don't have a forearm.

-Astrid!

-Yes, indeed.

-Lieutenant Nielsen.

-Nice to meet you. Hello.

-How's it going?

-Yes, I found the hotel where he stayed before he died.

There were false papers in his room with his head on it,

in the name of Justin Bélier.

-We're going to find out what he did

for two years, bravo.

-Yesterday was good.

-Wasn't it?

-The escape game. Yeah.

I thought it was going to be a geek thing, but it turned out to be great.

-Is your headache gone? My headache?

-The one that kept you

from coming up to my place.

-Yeah, it's better now.

-Hi.

May we come in?

-Hello. Hello.

-Another customer?

I'll give you a com! However,

I'm sorry I won't be able to see you.

You'll have to come back later.

-No, Soazig, it's...

-Let me see.

-Your burn.

-She puts out the fire.

She's a good bonesetter.

-That's not why I'm here.

I'm a police commander.

-Is it about my brother? Yes.

-This way, please.

-Thank you for your time.

-Have a look.

-Oh...

...

-Hello, madame.

-This is my mother.

She's been like this for ten years.

She didn't even react to Erwan's death.

She didn't come to his funeral.

He was my twin.

I've lost him twice now.

-He never contacted you?

-No. But we were very close.

Especially since the death of Loïc, our older brother.

It was a real ordeal for my family.

-I see that you've been a gymnastics champion.

2010, 2011, 2012. You were gifted.

-Loïc's accident was very hard on my family.

We all lost

something.

For me, it was gymnastics.

-Did you tidy everything up?

-Yes, I even lined up the shells and the uterus.

I couldn't find

the 232 minutes,

but we did find Loïc's death certificate,

drawn up by Doctor Leroux.

-It seems normal to me.

-Except there are a lot of mistakes.

-Errors? -"Fracture of the occipital bone

"with associated lesion

"and laceration of the sphenoid".

-So what?

a fall down a flight of stairs.

-Not an accident? There you go.

Yes, Superintendent. Yes, the investigation is proceeding apace.

I just need a small authorization.

It's for a new exhumation.

-Loïc Le Treac'h.

-Nico, I've got it.

"Justin Bélier" arrived in France 2 months ago

on a flight

from Warsaw. -You think he spent 2 years in Poland?

-We'll be able to check.

But I have no trace of him before his arrival at the Montparnasse hotel.

Montparnasse. -What about his bank?

-Impossible

to access the server.

-That's good, Norah. Just keep going.

-I can already tell you that the occipital bone is depressed

on the right side,

there's no doubt about it.

-From the fall?

-No, it wasn't.

Loïc Le Treac'h was struck on the head several times

with a blunt object, he was murdered.

-We don't know what happened,

but we do know that Dr. Leroux doctored the evidence

to make Loïc's murder look like an accident.

*-Leroux covered up

Loïc's murder, and 8 years later, he helped Erwan disappear.

-Why wait 8 years to disappear?

*to disappear? -Someone must have found out.

*-He lived

in Warsaw under the identity of Justin Bélier

*until 2 months ago.

Several witnesses have confirmed this.

-Great stuff. Great job.

Thanks, Nico. And... I can't wait to get home.

-I can't wait either. Take care.

-I'll do. Take care, too.

Hey, guys.

What the hell is this? I had this in my pocket.

-Salt.

Sign of the curse. -Don't screw up.

-He's right. I'm not superstitious.

-I'm not superstitious. Yes, you are.

Why did you do that?

-I didn't! Someone put salt in my pocket. Why?

-We dig up secrets that don't suit everyone.

-Well, I'm exhausted. Can you take us to the hotel?

-Weren't you told? No.

-It's not really a hotel. Are you following me?

-We're following you.

-We had to sleep at the hotel. It'll probably be better.

Thunder rumbles.

-You've come loaded, haven't you!

-Is this yours, Coste?

-It's Astrid's.

-The owner

is dead, eaten by his dogs, and the commune has repossessed the building.

Come in, this is your home.

-Thank you, Astrid.

-Looks great, doesn't it?

What's up? Do you like it?

-Ah, it's... It's beautiful.

-It's in its juice.

In the village, they say this place is haunted.

Come on, follow me.

You can keep your shoes on.

Erwan was a generous man.

When I had my accident, he was there to help me right away.

He couldn't kill his brother.

-His father had thrown him out because he'd had a fight with his brother.

with his brother.

But it was Loïc who was giving him a hard time.

Injustice can be a powerful motivator.

-But Erwan had finally found his equilibrium with Dr Leroux.

-And Soazig?

-Soazig is something else.

It's hard, being the only girl.

-You're close,

the two of you.

-Yes, she's a good girl.

Since Loïc's death, she's never fully recovered.

-How come?

-She's unstable.

She's made several

suicide attempts, as recently as a few months ago.

What a mess. She was a top gymnast.

She even had to

to go to the junior championships in Lake Buena Vista in 2012,

but it broke her.

Cracking.

-What was that?

-A door creaks.

-Or the Ankou's cart.

-Your grim reaper.

-No, the Ankou,

he's more Death's workman. He works for Death, in fact.

It's said that the last dead person of the year becomes the Ankou

the following year.

...

If you hear

the "karriguel an Ankou", then it's you he's coming for.

... -No, but...

-Shall I show you to your rooms? Yes. That was good.

Go on, then.

-I'll finish up. I'll wait for you.

-We'll go ahead.

-Astrid.

Astrid.

...

-Yes. It's me.

-Yes.

-Let me in.

-My shoes.

Thank you for coming, Raphaëlle.

-(I'm listening.) Why are you whispering?

-I don't know why. Well?

said that Soazig had decided not to take part in the

2012 championships in Lake Buena Vista following the death of Loïc Le Treac'h.

-And?

-I checked.

These championships took place in April 2012.

Now, look at the date of Loïc Le Treac'h's death, there.

-December 14, 2012.

-Yes.

-She gave up the championships before Loïc died.

-Exactly.

-So something else happened before that.

-It probably did. The document, Raphaëlle.

-Astrid, I've been meaning to talk to you since yesterday morning, but I can't get through.

It's about Anne Langlais.

-She's got cancer and needs to be transferred

to Toulouse. -Did you know about this?

-Yes, I just told you. Niels told me.

-How do you feel about the news?

-Toulouse has the most appropriate facility to treat her.

That's great news.

-But Niels is going to live there with his uncle.

-Yes, he's going to live where his mother will be.

-And he won't be coming to your house anymore. Do you know that?

Astrid?

-I hadn't thought of it like that.

-Are you going to be okay?

I'm going to get back to a daily routine with fewer unexpected events.

Raphaëlle,

I haven't slept anywhere but at home for years.

The painting, the lamps... -They're yours!

-And also my sheets, my pillow, my weighted blanket,

my bath towel, but there's no bathtub.

-I understand the suitcases better.

to put back the bedside tables

symmetrically?

-How do I... Like this?

-5cm on the left.

-How's that?

-Slowly, my lamp.

-How's that?

-Another 5cm to the left.

Push the bed

to the right.

And again. That's it. That's it.

That's it.

Thank you, Raphaëlle.

-Good night, Astrid.

Ah!

Shots in the distance.

...

Qu'est-ce que c'est?

Fournier!

Fournier! Fournier!

...

Fournier!

What the hell is that?

-What's going on here?

-I found this in my bed. In my bed.

-It's a room. Can I go to bed now?

-Someone put it in my bed!

-Let me see it.

Ah, yes.

Someone has dedicated you to Saint Yves, it's a spell.

We put it in the bed, then recite the prayers backwards

around the chapel of Saint Yves,

and the target is supposed to die within 24 hours.

You don't believe it,

do you?

-When I made my bed, she wasn't in it.

It means

we're not alone here. Shocker.

-Someone's

making noise. -I'll get my gun.

Squeaking. Hush.

-Did you hear something? Shh. Hold on. Hold on.

Broken glass. It's coming from the basement.

Meow, shock.

-A cat. Yes, a cat.

-You were right: we're not alone in the house.

-Did the cat put a coin in my bed?

Someone's here.

-A black cat is the soul of a dead person guiding the living.

-I've had enough of your legends.

I've had enough.

-Raphaëlle.

This is it.

-A bed.

-Careful, the glass.

-There's a pile of foodstuffs here.

They're new.

-Raphaëlle,

here,

"Justin Bélier.

-Julien Bélier" is Erwan Le Treac'h's pseudonym.

This letter was posted from Morlaix

5 days before Erwan returned to France.

What was it? A coded message?

This will amuse you, Astrid.

We wondered where he was for two months: he was hiding here.

-An enigma.

An enigma.

-He'd come back. Ah!

Are you up already?

-Up. I didn't sleep at all last night.

The bed isn't 1.6m by 2m,

the mattress is too soft, and there's wood in front of and behind it.

-You weren't at home.

-There you go.

-It must have been Le Roux who stashed Erwan here.

It was uninhabited. -Except for the cats.

-I deciphered the letter. Good.

-The coding is simple.

Just follow the lines.

-All right, then. "Erwan..."

-Yes.

- "Erwan, come back..."

-Hello. Any takers for croissants?

- "To Gwadmeur..."

-I drove thirty kilometers to bring them to you!

- "Erwan, come back to Gwadmeur..."

- "It's time to tell the truth." -And it's signed...

-Makes me hungry.

Thanks, Ronan.

-Don't mention it. You're welcome.

...

-Hello.

Madame Le Treac'h, you lied.

"Erwan, come back to Gwadmeur, it's time to tell the truth.

"Soazig." -This piece,

you put it in my bed.

The salt, that's you too.

You wanted to keep us away

from the hunting lodge, so we wouldn't find Erwan's hideout.

-I wanted to help my brother.

-Hiding a criminal

is considered complicity,

article 121.7 of the code of criminal procedure.

-What "truth"?

-Commandant Coste,

there's someone at the window.

Here.

-Soazig, explain to us

what happened.

What did Erwan do to you? -He didn't do anything to me.

He did me.

-What do you mean, you?

-I killed Loïc.

Because he was raping me.

Soazig, what you've started to do

is extremely brave.

I know how difficult it is

to talk about incest when you've been a victim.

*But I need you to tell me,

*I need you to go back,

to stop Erwan's killer,

and especially for Erwan.

-It started when I was fourteen,

when Erwan was kicked out of the house.

I don't think he dared before.

Loïc surprised me one evening when my parents weren't home.

He said he'd soon be the head of the Le Treac'h family,

and that I belonged to him, like Dad's company.

So he... He just...

-OK. How long did it last?

-Until I stopped him.

-Then what happened?

-One day, he got really violent,

he grabbed me by the arm and kissed me on the neck.

He pulled down his pants and I couldn't stand it.

I grabbed a stone

and then I hit him.

I hit him.

Until he let go.

-Did you call Erwan? He came.

When he saw Loïc with his pants down and his head bleeding, he understood.

*-And he faked the murder, with the help of Gwendal Leroux.

*Did Gwendal know

what Loïc was doing to you?

-Erwan protected me, he said it was him who had killed Loïc.

Gwendal drank a lot.

Two years ago, he said one word too many to my father.

*My father came to Brittany on October 15 for business,

*we decided to tell him

the whole truth. That's why Erwan came back.

-It didn't happen?

-My father didn't have time to come home,

so we decided to go to Paris to talk to him.

I don't know why Erwan went

without me, I don't understand.

-Thank you, Erwan.

-Christian Le Treac'h forced Erwan to disappear.

-But he wrote to Soazig

after his suicide attempt.

-She told him to come back and confess.

All the signs of incest were there and we missed them.

-These signs are diffuse.

Incest victims are difficult to identify.

-All because of a father who thought only of his empire.

-Did he kill Erwan?

-Since the hunting lodge,

there were several calls to Christian Le Treac'h's office.

Erwan wanted to talk to his father.

-So he knew Erwan was back, too.

-Thank you, Mr. Le Treac'h.

Here.

-It's time to reunite the family.

Tell your children the truth,

Monsieur Le Treac'h.

About Erwan.

-For me, Erwan

was long dead.

-You forced him to disappear.

How far were you prepared to go to impose your power

on your family?

-My father banished Erwan because he was a murderer!

He murdered my brother!

He destroyed our family!

-You know all about it,

Yann?

-I protected Soazig

as much as I could, but I have nothing to hide from Yann.

He's my

my heir now. I forced Erwan to disappear

with the help of the doctor

who had helped him cover up Loïc's murder.

He had to pay.

-Don't you get it? Erwan didn't kill Loïc!

-Yes, he admitted it to me himself.

-To protect me. It was me who killed Loïc.

-Loïc? What?

-Loïc, your son, raped me.

Under your roof. Under your nose.

-Soazig! I forbid you!

-Forbid me from what? Forbid you?! From telling the truth?

From saying that your darling son,

your almighty heir,

thought he could do anything?

That he thought we were his things?!

So yes, one day, I killed him.

You condemned an innocent man.

-Erwan tried to talk to you several times

by calling your office from the hunting lodge,

from a landline,

for greater discretion.

You always hung up on him,

except on October 15.

That call lasted almost an hour.

-I wasn't in my office on October 15, I was in Gwadmeur.

-So who picked up the phone?

Yann stifles a sob.

-I didn't believe him.

I didn't believe him.

-But who did?

Who didn't you believe?

-Yann, you didn't do this?

You didn't do this?

-He asked me to meet him in a bar.

He wanted to tell me everything.

And when he started talking, I didn't believe him!

I thought it was a trick!

-What happened next?

-I broke the bottle and hit him to make it hurt.

I was so angry!

I was sure he'd killed Loïc, that he'd destroyed

our family!

-It was the lie that destroyed this family.

...

-All because they didn't talk to each other.

-We need to talk.

-Well, I'm off.

-ALL RIGHT, THEN. See you tomorrow.

-See you tomorrow.

-Shall we have a drink?

-Nico, open your eyes.

-I don't get it.

-I can see it.

-What are you talking about, Norah? You're in love, it's obvious.

...

A knock at the door.

...

-Goodbye, Astrid, and thank you for everything.

...

...

-Goodbye, Astrid.

-Goodbye, Niels.

Goodbye, Niels.

...

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