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-Oh...

Oh...

Please...

Please...

help me...

Please help me.

-What happened? What happened?

-That's not my car.

-And the gentleman, is he your companion?

-I don't know. Maybe.

He might be.

-We're going to the hospital. No.

I'm going home. -What day is it?

-I don't know, Tuesday.

Wednesday.

-It could be serious.

-We'll have to check it out.

-Are the police coming?

-The police are...

I'm a cop.

Is he dead? -He's dead.

Not in the accident. Shot.

-I'll take a look.

Oh...

...

-Thanks for coming to the university with me.

You're taking a detour.

-I printed out a map, and I took the route

to measure the time

so I don't get to work late.

I can improvise

if I have time to prepare.

You're holding your bike.

-Yes, my bike has a flat tire.

I'm going to drop it off at a repair shop down the road.

Why are you smiling?

-You said "flat tire", not "flat bike" as is often the case.

It makes no sense, or worse.

"Punctured" is a violent image

and inappropriate. Ah...

Captain Perran.

Yes.

-Are you all right, Astrid?

-Raphaëlle was in a car accident last night.

She's been placed in intensive care.

...

-Nice to see you.

I must look a fright.

-What happened?

-Actually, I..,

I don't remember anything.

-I don't know what happened.

-I lost consciousness, I don't know what happened.

-What's the last thing you remember?

-It was last night.

You came over for dinner.

-Raphaëlle, we always have dinner together on Mondays.

Today's Friday.

-It's Friday.

Three days, damn it.

-Easy. Just reach into my coat...

in my coat.

In one of my two pockets. Thank you, sir.

-Not on the right.

I look left.

It's not there either. Maybe it's in your pants.

-No way. -Raphaëlle.

No cell phone.

-But...

-Hello.

-The commandant

has forgotten everything. -I know he has.

Post-concussive stress with retrograde amnesia.

How are you?

-You're not

dressed like a nurse.

Do I know you? -Do I know you?

-Is he a colleague?

-(Yes, Captain Perran.)

-She's an idiot! You're an asshole.

-Hello, colleague.

-His last memory

was Monday night.

-Monday night?

-At dinner.

-Oh, yeah?

OKAY, WELL...

-I have to go out.

I need to know... -You stay here.

We'll get on the "doss" and fill you in.

-On what?

-The file.

-Of course.

Follow the advice

the medical profession.

Do you agree?

-Of course, of course.

-Are you sure?

-Yes, I'm sure.

-No memory?

-For three days.

Not a thing. -She's suffering

retrograde amnesia.

-I hope it comes back, she's in a...

situation.

-Meaning?

-Her passenger has been identified: Jean-Marc Louvet.

-A namesake?

-No, the real one.

-Ah... That's unfortunate.

-Yes, it's a disaster.

of the soccer club?

-The Louvet affair, ten years ago, goes back to when he was an "agent".

-And I read

Raphaëlle's name in the file I was archiving.

-Why "agent"?

-Louvet was looking in Africa and South America

for new stars.

Families paid for their training.

He charged them fortunes in cash.

-Some of them joined

big clubs.

The not-so-good ones were released into the wild.

Ideal prey

for drug, crime and prostitution networks.

-Raphaëlle investigated.

But without proof or witnesses...

-Louvet had support, and the case was dismissed.

-Coste must not have liked it.

-As you say. Then came the 2nd Louvet case.

-As plaintiff.

Lt Coste had accused him

of trafficking and modern slavery.

He was forbidden to approach her.

-They are hereditary

hereditary enemies.

Each out to get the

the other.

Could she have slipped?

-More like Louvet. Maybe.

But he's dead now.

Given our proximity to Commandant Coste,

the matter goes to another department.

-Oh!

Hey...

What are you doing?

What are you doing? What are you doing?

Hey!

Oh...

Stop this.

Hey! Please!

Make it stop. -Get inside.

-The gentleman's escaping.

He was snooping around my place.

-Shocker. No.

I'm a cop, okay?

That's what I do. -I'm a doctor.

So, you're going

to your room.

Come on, I'll go with you.

-He was searching.

...

Door.

Someone's approaching.

-Raphaëlle...

-Astrid... -You left the hospital

without authorization, it's not reasonable.

Take a seat, please.

Here we are.

-At the hospital, a fake nurse went through my things.

He had to sedate me, but I woke up and left.

I'm staying right here.

-Now, calm down.

I'll give you a hand.

I've got some news.

Your passenger was...

Jean-Marc Louvet.

And you were driving his car.

-What the fuck?

What the hell was I doing here? -It makes you wonder.

-I haven't seen him in 10 years.

any memory

of these three days.

-Ballistic studies yielded surprising results.

-Go ahead,

it's Jean-Marc Louvet.

Shot at point-blank range.

The victim died as a result of haemorrhaging.

-Ballistics?

-You did it.

-The good news is that the weapon is registered.

-And the bad news?

-It belongs to Commandant Coste.

She sighs.

-Louvet's a rotter.

But I'd never shoot him like that.

-I'm sure you wouldn't.

He was killed with your gun,

not necessarily by you.

-Unless I was defending myself.

-Still no memory?

-I've lost three days. I'm meeting Astrid on Monday.

Then in the car.

We knock.

-We'll set up

in the meeting room.

-Major Simoni

from Lyon, in charge of the investigation.

She's moving in here.

-Commandant Coste.

-Commander Simoni.

I'll do everything I can

to help you.

-Me too, I'll do what I can.

No memory?

-As I said

to the superintendent,

the shock

induced retrograde amnesia.

-It's sometimes convenient.

I'm waiting

the ballistics report.

-No news, I call them again.

They're buried

under work.

-It's an emergency.

-Yes, it is.

-Well, shall I settle in?

You're welcome to stay.

-Of course, of course.

She sighs.

Thank you, Superintendent.

-After reading the report, Simoni will take you into custody.

I'm not condoning all your methods, but...

I don't know any better cops.

Prove your innocence.

I'll give you a head start.

-You didn't have to. I know.

I trust you, it's not the same thing.

-Commissioner.

If I find out I'm the one who pulled the trigger, I'll turn myself in.

-I know you will.

You'd better hurry,

the clock's ticking.

-I beg your pardon.

We've met.

-No, we haven't.

-Yes, we have.

Can I help you?

-I've been summoned. I'm Mr. Louvet's chauffeur.

-You worked for him yesterday.

-No, I didn't.

If I'd driven him, he'd still be alive.

-I don't believe it!

He's my witness.

-Take it easy! He was looking for directions.

-Yes, he was.

-Now, Astrid...

I've got to get my memory back.

To do that, my apartment can talk to us.

-It can't talk.

-It's a picture. Ah.

It's a mess.

-Normal. I know.

But it's messy.

On the table,

two glasses of wine.

You've been drinking.

Là... Raphaëlle.

Here.

That implies a recent relationship.

-Yes. -Perhaps Theo...

-No! No, no.

He's in England with a friend, thank God.

I think he...

I might be involved in the use of...

of this.

-You went bim.

-There you are.

But with whom?

I can't remember.

Maybe it's not related.

-There. Yes, there.

-Raphaëlle... there.

Take a look.

-An earphone.

Not mine.

-It's a clue.

-I've got a pocket full of clues.

Take a look at this:

this, this,

this, this, this, clues.

This is a clue.

This, this, this, yes, yes, yes.

-A lipstick, a tampon, your headphones,

a check...

-Oh, yes. A lip liner.

Lipstick, check.

Raphaëlle.

You stopped.

-Didn't I? I don't remember.

Remember, I'm a victim of retrograde amnesia.

-It's been over six months, and your amnesia goes back a long way.

three days ago.

-You don't miss a thing.

-Even if you smoked

on a plane.

-The Milonga.

-Have you ever been

to an establishment by that name?

-I can't remember.

Well, that's crazy.

-It's a clue.

-It's a clue. Yes.

-Let's get out of here.

Let's go. Come on.

Astrid. -There are more clues.

...

-I don't remember

coming to this bar.

-Ah, there you are.

You're going to pay me.

-Have I been here before?

-This is the worst.

-The major is suffering from amnesia due to concussion.

-Concussion?

It's common here.

A bender!

You didn't skimp.

-Was I drunk?

-I beg your pardon? Even him,

at 15 pastis a day,

he can't keep up!

You ended up

in a bad way.

-Could you go over the chronology of the scene again?

-Yes: you arrived around 6pm.

You were alone.

Then a guy came and sat down at your table.

-Right, right, right.

This guy here...

Could it be him?

-No, it wouldn't.

He was better.

And younger.

-Did it look like we knew each other? No.

You were polite.

Then you got drunk, and after 4 pints, you were knocked out...

on the table.

-And then?

he left and you,

you woke up, but not in your right mind.

And you left without paying.

-When I arrived, was I drunk?

-No, you were normal. Believe me, I have radar.

-Of course you do.

We'll go see Fournier.

-The coroner? Yeah.

One thing's wrong: I'm not knocked out on 4 pints.

I can hold my liquor. -Hey! Hey!

You gotta pay me. -Be right back.

I ain't got nothing.

-You're not paying. Yeah, I don't have any...

-What did you see?

These posters?

Shot.

-Did you hear that?

Like a... like a gunshot.

I remember that.

I heard gunshots on my way out.

If I heard firing, it wasn't me who fired.

-You probably didn't.

-I followed the sound.

Until...

To here.

Oh...

-I think we've found the primary crime scene.

-We need to... -Recule.

-Let's warn the others.

This might clear me.

Your cell phone.

-I'll unlock it.

Gently. -Thank you, sir.

*Tone.

Oh, shit. *-Astrid.

*I've misplaced one of my earphones.

-A what? *-Is it Raph?

I lost one earphone, and I'm having trouble, because the other one

*is connected. -Was that you?

-What was what?

-The guy I slept with?

-He was at your place?

-On the couch.

-We did it there too.

-How many times did we do it?

*-Well, if you count the time

in the brigade,

*in your car, that's 6 times... 7...

*I don't know.

-In 4 days? *-In 2.

We finished the day before yesterday.

-Does this mean we're a couple?

-No, no, I mean...

It's complicated.

-Complicated, of course, of course.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

-Don't be sorry.

Let's just prove your innocence.

-Actually, I...

We found the crime scene in St-Ouen.

-I'll be right there.

-No, but you have to tell Simoni.

I can't tell him, it'll incriminate me.

-Raph... *-Nico.

Simoni has to have the information, okay?

-SURE.

-Thanks for your time.

That's my phone.

Charged.

-What's wrong with it?

-Read this.

-You sent

this message to Louvet.

You arranged to meet him here, at the scene of the crime.

Where he was killed,

with your gun.

-Is it me? I don't know.

But if Major Simoni

arrives, it's best not to stay.

-Yes. Oh...

Come along.

-The telephone.

You put it back...

-Hello, Coste.

Give me your arm.

Make a fist.

Come on, hold it.

It's okay. It's okay.

-Do you mind? No.

-It doesn't work.

-Commandant.

...

Shake the handle.

...

-(Shit, shit.)

...

Break.

(Shit.)

-You're making a mistake.

-I'm doing my job.

-Taking her into custody

is premature. -My mind

is made.

You lack the urgency, but I don't.

And the

was damning.

I'm going to have her

questioned.

-Commissioner!

-There you are.

-I've got a key witness.

He forced his way in.

-Where is he?

-Handcuffed

to the radiator.

Shall we?

-After you.

-Just because I'm coming doesn't mean I'm changing my mind.

-Come on, cheer up.

-No touching.

Let's go.

You're welcome.

-Thank you.

-Keys.

-It was there.

It was right here!

I handcuffed it.

I swear I did. -Where are the pieces

of the vase are where?

-There, there!

I hit him from behind.

He fell.

He turned everything upside down,

searched everything.

I swear to God!

-All right, then.

You get the benefit of the doubt.

Call forensics. -OKAY.

-If it's true,

there are still traces.

-Coste...

Are you all right?

-You think I'm

crazy? -No, I don't.

I want to understand.

-If you need a sweater,

take it.

-Don't do that,

she's not going to fly away.

-Don't exaggerate.

I'll go first.

Like this?

You're all armed.

-Coste! Give me the keys!

She had a spare.

-Her keys

are in the lock.

Siren.

...

...

-Oh, crap.

Vibrating bell.

What is it?

...

Hello. *-Raph.

-Oh, fuck, Nico.

You're awesome.

You anticipated this?

-Simoni is bugging the whole place.

Now you can talk.

-OK.

*-But I didn't anticipate you'd be a fugitive.

-There's a submarine

in front of Astrid's house.

-And in front of my house.

Here's what you do.

She knocks.

Repeated blows.

-Ah, Raphaëlle.

You got the message.

Shall I drive you?

-No, William, I'm fine.

I'll be fine, thanks.

-Thank your friends.

-That's right, thank you.

...

Oh, Astrid...

...

...

...

-Raphaëlle.

-Oh, God!

-Sorry. Sorry.

-Shhh!

-Ah.

(I have to whisper.)

(I have to whisper.) Okay.

(Okay.)

-(Astrid.

(I've made a mess.) -Yes.

-(Staying here is dangerous.)

-Dangerous.

-(Astrid.) -Yes.

-(Dangerous for you too.

(Hiding me makes you an accomplice.)

-Raphaëlle, you're innocent.

-(I...

(I'd like

(believe it, but I doubt it.)

-I have a new element.

A burglary

took place on rue Francoeur, in the 18th arrondissement.

-What's the connection?

at 42 rue Francoeur.

Where you used to live. -At my place.

-Before I moved out.

-Those who robbed me

made a mistake?

-A nurse in boots,

a robbery in your old apartment,

then the new one.

The clues are consistent.

-(Astrid.)

-Raphaëlle!

-Okay, yes.

-All this tends

to prove your innocence.

-(Good work.)

-And the bento?

-Huh? The bento.

With chopsticks. Was it good?

-(Yes. Listen to me.)

-Yes. -(I refuse

(to put you in danger.

(I have to go and hide somewhere else.)

-Raphaëlle.

You're my

my best friend.

The location is ideal

to hide. Door.

The little man. -(Astrid.)

-Speak softly.

-Ah...

-Hello, Astrid.

The commander

wants to talk to you.

-Hello, Astrid.

-Mrs. Nielsen.

Has Cdt Coste

been in touch with you?

-Hmm hmm.

No, she hasn't.

-In that case, we'll search the place.

With your permission.

-This police department is not private property.

So I can't object.

But please respect the order that reigns here.

This archive represents years of work.

And altering it would slow down the smooth running of the police department.

-Of course, of course.

Search everywhere.

-Your blouse

is scratched.

-(It's all right.)

-I don't like it.

...

-No, nothing.

-It's not here.

-Hmm hmm.

-I'll have you know I have a 6th sense that warns me when I'm being taken for a ride.

-Right. Right.

-And now, I feel...

something

off.

-Astrid doesn't show

any unusual behavior.

Like I said,

she's a bit...

-Yes. -Different.

-All right, then.

Good-bye. Bye-bye.

We've tried to show that you didn't commit the crime.

On the contrary, we must find out who did.

I've studied all the documents

concerning the plaintiffs in the Louvet case.

-They're not all here. Some haven't filed a complaint.

-The list of players whose agent Louvet claimed to be

was one of the documents.

Have a look.

One of the names

caught my eye.

Here's an article from July 16.

Here it is.

- "Ten years ago, Diego Lasso was considered

"as a future Zidane, but he disappointed expectations.

"His life then went adrift.

"And this morning, aged 25,

"he jumped from the 8th floor."

-Here we go.

Holding Louvet responsible, someone close to him may have wanted to avenge him.

-The guy from the St-Ouen bar?

Let's call Nico.

Ringing. -My phone.

...

Dr. Fournier.

...

Dr Fournier, bonjour.

*-Do you like lemon pie ?

-Lemon tart?

Yes, but not tarte

meringue. *-I'll be there in 1 hour.

-I'll be there in an hour.

He hung up without saying goodbye.

-Astrid, it's a code.

Nico must have told him you were bugged.

-So he'll come without pie.

-Yes, he will.

-Good, I don't really like it.

-In your analysis,

I found this:

an anxiolytic of the benzodiazepine family,

very difficult to detect.

You've been drugged.

-Orally.

This person put it in your drink.

-Okay, but why did I go see this guy,

in that unlikely bar?

-Did he give you something?

Something you had when you left?

-Yes, it was.

Amnesia. -Yes, amnesia.

Other than that?

-Your car. You came with it?

-Yes, I came.

And the keys?

-He's coming.

-Hou!

The father of the young suicide victim,

is Nino Munez.

-I know who he is.

-Louvet's chauffeur. Lasso is his mother's name.

We've got a lead.

-And I had this

in my pocket.

-A lighter.

-I thought it was.

Check it out.

I pulled it out, and surprise: a USB key.

-With what?

-A bomb.

-It's got political accounts,

billionaires, soccer stars.

-And Louvet?

-He managed

this network

money-laundering network.

-So he was looking for the key.

-The guy who gave us this information is also the father of a victim?

-Yes, he is.

-Well, it's time we talked.

-Is your memory back?

-No, I rely on the investigation.

-Yours, mine?

-That depends.

We should work together.

-This guy...

Do you know him?

-He's my attacker.

-We got him.

He works for

for the Louvet Group.

He's the one who robbed

your former home.

-You believed me. -The clues

were quite numerous.

-All right, then.

-What did he want?

-He wanted this.

A flash drive.

It's Clearstream

and Panama Papers combined.

The Louvet group

group.

I had to work on it.

-But who killed Louvet?

it was probably Nino Munez,

Louvet's chauffeur. -The witness?

What about him? -His son

committed suicide

because of Louvet.

He was hired as a chauffeur.

...

-Coste.

Bravo.

Lowering the weapons,

that was pertinent.

-I'm not very good at...

finding words.

Thank you for that.

This is going to be front-page news for a long time.

-I know it is.

Simoni works well, she's legit.

-She really does.

-We just missed him.

We found this.

-It's mine.

-We'll nail him.

He's not a professional.

He won't get far. -Especially without a gun.

It's better

to be armed. -Yes, it is.

-Or he didn't get away.

-He's going to kill himself.

Sir.

Nino Munez,

has he left?

Have you seen him?

-He was heading for the bus stop 15 minutes ago.

-Thank you, Mr. Munez.

Astrid, where did Lasso jump from?

...

Munez!

-Get away from me!

-No! Because of you,

I've been suspected,

I've forgotten everything.

So explain yourself.

-You were going to ruin it.

-Ruin what?

-I had it all planned.

-To avenge Diego.

It's disgusting, manipulating those kids.

-I was going to kill him next week.

-You stumbled

on his trafficking.

-I wanted to

to throw you the key and then shoot the bastard.

-So what happened?

-At the bar, you told me

you'd stop me.

So I had to act fast.

-The drugs...

Was it for Louvet?

-To put him to sleep.

You know the rest. -Yes, I do.

You drugged me, took my gun, my phone.

To lure him in?

-He didn't even have the guts to apologize, the bastard.

-Just look at me.

Everything can change.

Louvet is dead.

But you will tell

what he did.

So it won't happen again.

-The view is breathtaking.

This is the last thing

my son saw.

No !

Sigh.

...

-It's all over.

...

-As long as they're here, I've booked for 8pm.

-Raph has to get ready.

Push dinner back.

-You two make it work.

-We take our time.

If you take away the two days we forgot, our relationship

has 15 days.

-After 10 years.

-Exactly.

How about you?

What's wrong with Astrid?

-It's nothing to do with her, but no, I'm not okay.

-What's wrong?

-I don't know how to tell her. I lost my scholarship.

-What does that mean?

-I have to go back to Tokyo.

-It'll only take a second.

-Raphaëlle, it's been 9 minutes and you'll only be a second.

-Thank you for agreeing to go to the restaurant.

Because I know

it's costing you.

-I can improvise if I can prepare in advance.

Yesterday, in the late morning, I went to this place.

And I photographed the menu

to study it.

I chose the main course and appetizer, not the dessert.

-What a job!

-This is our 1st restaurant

with Tetsuo.

-Is it going well?

-Yes, I think so.

After the restaurant,

he's going to offer to walk me home.

I'll offer.

to stay the night.

-Ah!

I'm so sorry.

I'm going to cry with emotion.

-It's irrational.

12 minutes.

-That's it.

-I've got a question for you.

How should I deal with Captain Perran?

Are you a couple?

-It's not easy to build a relationship

when you know each other.

Like friends. So we...

We talked to each other, and decided to start from scratch.

Step by step. Easy, jewel!

-I don't quite understand

the nature of your relationship.

The reservation is at 8pm.

Raphaëlle, you've stopped talking.

That's abnormal.

Ah.

You're crying because I'm going to suggest

Tetsuo to sleep over.

You're not crying.

Yes, you are.

You've got the Covid.

-No, I haven't.

I'm pregnant.

I'm just...

-Sad?

-I don't know.

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