All language subtitles for Astrid.et.Raphaëlle.S05E06.Loup.y.es-tu

JOGGING FOOTSTEPS

BREATHING HARD

LEAKY HEADPHONES

OBJECT FALLS

LEAKY HEADPHONES

BREATHING HARD

IMPACT,
CRIES OUT

ANIMAL- LIKE SOUNDS,
JOGGER SHOUTS

- No, I beg you! No!

SCREAMS

LEAKY HEADPHONES

TRAIN

WOLF-LIKE HOWL

STABBING
SOUND

♪

SPRING

RAPH: Can you imagine
Astrid, if she gets married?

With the white dress... Oh!

No, seriously, with
little pearls everywhere,

the embroidery, I dunno, a little corset?

- Say there are little
pearls and embroidery,

WOLF, ARE YOU THERE?

are you talking about
Astrid or yourself?

- I'm not talking about me, I'm talking
about Astrid of course. Oh you're stupid!

Don't worry, I don't
want to get married, Nico.

I've done my time.

- Okay, great!!
- Hmmph, listen, don't be an idiot,

I love you, I don't need to
bring up marriage to prove it.

- Oh really?

How are you planning
to prove it? Huh?

- I don't know.
- Hmm?

LOUD MUSIC
SHE GASPS

Oh I don't believe it!
It's 6 am! Is she serious?

- When's she leaving?
- I don't know, I'm tired of her,

I can't take it anymore!
- Yeah.

MOBILE RINGS
- "Stop-" Oh!

Is everything happening
this morning or what?
. . .

Oh, it's the Commissioner.
. . .

. . .
PHONE BEEPS

TRAIN

FOURNIER:
Go ahead, if you feel up to it.

- If I 'feel up to it'?
I've seen a corpse before!

So...
TIRED SIGH

- The face and part of the
torso are completely shredded,

the blows were insanely violent.

The wounds are evocative of...

- Yes? Evocative of what?
- Crocodiles.

But of an unusual size—

—and not conforming
with canine teeth marks,

if you see what I mean.
- (Oh. Fuck.)

. . .

- Hey, Raph?

It's a full moon, right?
Like the others.

- Yes, the press will have a blast.

CARL: Very well. Thank you.

Coste!

It's the fifth victim of the Werewolf.

- 'Werewolf'? No Commissioner,
that's what the press calls him.

He's a killer, not a beast or a myth!

- Yes, thank you, I know, Coste.
But the investigating judge is on alert.

The killer struck four times and
the investigators haven't identified him.

- Because until now
we weren't the investigators.

- Yes, but he's not going to wait for
a fifth failure without doing anything,

so he's decided to assign a profiler.
- Oh no! Shit, you know

how much I hate having
guys like that on my hands!

- Maybe, Coste.
But you have
no choice.

Four failures is four too many!

- Yes, but the last four
times they didn't have Astrid.

ASTRID: Don't touch.

- Go for it.

RAPH: TIRED SIGH
- Don't touch. Cmdr Coste, be careful!

There.

- Chewing gum, right?
- Yes. Hm-hmm!

And there. Pardon me.

There.

There.

There. There. There.

And there, (hm-hmm). One - 2 - 3

4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8. Hm-hmm.

- Excuse me, I'm not sure I understand.

There's nothing abnormal about all
this stuff being on a Parisian sidewalk.

- Absolutely, only this 'stuff,' as you say,

is all the same distance from each other.

And they're placed in a perfect
square around the victim. Hm-hmm.

FORENSICS: Couldn't it be a coincidence?
- Mm-mmm.

RAPH: Measure it, so we know for sure.
TAPE MEASURE ZIPS

FORENSICS: So...

1.20 meters.

1.20 meters.

- Well?

- She's right.
RAPH: Oh!

She's right? Yeah? - Hm-hmm!

- You can stop.

- Yes. The files,
I have to check the files.

- Okay, thanks.
- You're welcome.

- Astrid find something?

- Eight somethings.
What've you found?

- This tent is lived-in.

we found a credit card,
a bag of crack, and this.

- In my opinion this is far too valuable
for someone living on the street

to leave here.
- Yeah.

- Unless you had to flee.

- After five times, it would be the first
time we have a crime scene witness.

- If they saw the
killer, they're in danger.

- We have to find them.
- Yeah.

RAPH:
No, I'm not saying that to hurt you!

I know you're here for me,
I'm not throwing you out!

You've only been here
a month, it's better now!

Listen- OH!
CROSSTALK
DELPHINE: Excuse me!

- Uh, I'll call you back.

Sorry, are you all right?
- Yes yes, I'm fine. I'm sorry. It was me.

- Can I help you?
- Yes, I'm looking for the Crime Squad?

- Yes, it's here, but it's
not accessible to the public, sorry.

Do you want to file a complaint?
- No no, I have an appointment

with Commissioner Ba... -chart?
- ...-chert?

- 'Bachert,' that's it.
Uh, I'm on the job.

- Oh! Are you here for the
briefing with the stupid profiler?

THEY LAUGH

I'm going too, it'll be a laugh.

- Ah! Here you are.

We're expecting you,
welcome to the Crime Squad.

- Thank you!

You've already met Cmdr Coste.
This is Delphine Simon,

the profiler sent by
the investigating judge.

GIGGLES

Come with me?
- Of course. Forgive my being late.

- No problem! Welcome.

We're gonna settle
into the small room-

DELPHINE: So we've had
five murders in two years.

The Werewolf uses the same MO:

attacks during the full
moon, victims devoured

with injuries not fitting any
standard classification methodology.

- I can confirm, huh?

The victim's injuries
are disproportionately large,

no DNA was found in the wounds.

As in the other four cases—

—and that is very representative
of the contradiction.

That is to say, on one hand we
have an extremely meticulous killer

who ritualizes his crimes.

And on the other hand,
the crimes are part of something

that is savage, and impulsive.

And yet while he seems to strike at random,

I remain convinced that
there is a link among the victims.

RAPH: So, where are you on the witness?

Of the five dead, this
is the first one we've had.

- The credit card was likely stolen,
no results yet on the bag of crack.

On the other hand, we found this.

NICO: It's a camera
close to the crime scene.

I think we've got a hit.

- Yeah! Yeah yeah, it's a good start.

Right, we absolutely have
to find her, it's a case priority.

- Okay. .
- Okay. .

- Mmm.

- 'Hope you don't mind, the Commissioner
said I could use the meeting room.

- Oh. You know, it's not the first
time we've had someone in the way.

So maybe I didn't investigate
the first four murders,

but now this investigation
is mine, understand?

- Of course.
I've heard a lot about you,

it's an honor to work
under your orders.

I'm not here to challenge your
authority! Don't feel insecure.

SCOFFING
- I don't feel insecure at all.

- Well, you know, things
will work out with your mother.

I'd tell her what's
really in your heart.

- Who told you about that?
- Your call from earlier.

- Who told you it was my
mother? Maybe it was my guy.

- Well, because something
tells me your guy isn't far from here.

You have a kid, I have four.

mothers can be invasive.
LAUGHS

- Hello, ma'am.
- Hello.

- By studying crime scene photos of
the serial killer we're investigating,

I noticed objects placed
systematically around the victims.

- Astrid? Your, uh-?

Headset?
- Oh. Hmm!

- So what do we have?
- Look.

On two of the four cases, here and here,

eight objects were placed in
a perfect square around the victim.

In the Vincennes Woods case.

of all the objects, only one of them
isn't perfectly aligned with the others—

—there.

And in the Rue des Thermopyles case,

there are only seven
objects: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7.

- Ah huh.

It's possible they were
moved by mistake,

because they didn't identify
them as relevant elements.

- That's it. Hm-hmm!

This invokes the 9-points
riddle, but with only 8 points:

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 -
5 - 6 - 7 - 8. Hm-hmm!

- It's amazing! I've looked at
these pictures hundreds of times,

I didn't pay attention.

- That's Astrid, she always does that.

Oh, Astrid, this is Delphine Simon,

she's a... profiler.

She's helping us create
a portrait of the killer.

- Delphine Simon.
RAPH: Yeah.

- I know Delphine Simon.

- I'm sorry, I don't think we've ever met.

- Because we never met.

- She's met you through the files.
- Just so. Hm-hmm!

Delphine Simon never
makes spelling mistakes.

PLEASED LAUGH

- Astrid is an archivist.

- For Criminal Documentation.

- Astrid Nielsen, of
Criminal Documentation, yes!

I've heard about you too.
You know, we can help each other.

I don't really have an eye
for detail, I admit it's a bit of

my Achilles heel.

I swear, I'm kind of a shambles!
RAPH LAUGHS

((Ah ah-ah-ah!))

- I understand what goes
on in the minds of criminals.

So I was thinking,
with your sense of detail

and my understanding
of criminal psychology,

we could solve this
riddle together, and then

stop the killer from striking again.

Would you mind looking
into this matter with me?

Well, this is kind of organized chaos!
- Chaos cannot be organized.

- For it to actually work, I need
to have an overview of the file,

that's how connections are made in my head.
KNOCKING

- Hmm?
- Excuse me, Raphaelle?

Can you come see for a minute?
I think we found something.

- Astrid, can I leave you with Ms Simon?

- Yes.

- Well...

Pay attention to her, huh?

She's one of our best.

- And above all, your friend.

- Yes. Anyway, you know everything.

. STRESSFUL
. SIGH

So, this witness?

- Raph, I called all the places
in Paris that welcome migrants.

I mentioned a young
woman with odd eyes,

and they immediately
gave me a name

Zaïnab Assoumane, a
young undocumented Nigerian.

- Except 1,500 Facebook accounts
have the profile name 'Zaïnab.'

- That's a lot.
- It depends, I filtered by region

and then analyzed
social connections for places

that give the
homeless internet access.

I then used a facial recognition
algorithm on the profile pictures,

and I isolated the Facebook
account of our witness: Zaïnab.

- All right, what does it tell us?

- It tells us she got on the
internet today at a support center.

She communicated with
a Thérèse to ask her for help,

and they arranged to meet here.

- It's an industrial zone, right?
- Exactly.

I looked it up. The buildings
where they're meeting

have been abandoned for three years.

- Hmm. - Hmm!

- You do it exactly like me, actually.
- Mm-mmm, absolutely not.

I proceed in an
extremely rigorous manner.

I spread the files out on the floor,

in order to have all the relevant
elements in my field of vision.

- Ah, so you're literally 'in' the file.
- That's it.

It is this overall vision

which allows me to
make associations of ideas,

to see patterns, occurences, matches, and-

The file, I know the f-

I know the file.

We have to go to
Criminal Documentation.

- There?
- Yes, now. Hmm.

- Wait-

THÉRÈSE IN DISTANCE
SPEAKING AFRICAN LANGUAGE

- Hear that?

. . .

THÉRÈSE NOW
AT FULL VOLUME

. . .

BLADE SKRIKKS

- POLICE!
DROP IT!

NICO: POLICE! BACK AWAY FROM HER!
KNIFE CLINKS ON GROUND

THÉRÈSE: It's not what you think!

I'm protecting her!

INAUDIBLE

. . .

SOBBING

- Zaïnab?

. . .

Everything's fine, you're safe here.

Can you tell me
what you saw last night?

You're in an interview
room, but out of sight.

You're not being blamed for
anything, you're just a witness.

My job is to protect you.

I need to know what you saw.

So that it doesn't happen again.

Do you understand?

ENGLISH
I hear a scream.

FRENCH
It woke me up.

A man was screaming.

He was hurting him.

- You must've been terrified.

- I thought he was a guy
on the street who also hurt me.

It often happens, people
on the street get beat up.

I reacted like a coward.

Instead of helping him, I
stayed hidden under the tent.

- You had a knife in your
hand when we arrived.

You wanted to hurt her,
I saw it with my own eyes!

- I wasn't going to hurt her,
I was going to scarify her.

It is the protective ritual
that invokes Erzulie Dantor.

- 'Erzulie Dantor,'
the Black Virgin of voodoo?

- The girl contacted me.
She witnessed a murder!

She needed the protection of the Loa.

- What protection are you talking about?

- From evil! From what she saw!

- Suddenly it was silent.

No more noise.

I looked up.

And then I saw it.
GASPS

- Can you describe the man?

- It wasn't a man.

(It was the Rougarou!)

- 'Rougarou'?

- A beast.
But standing upright.

Its body...
covered with hair.

SNIFFLES

And its claws...

were covered with blood.

- Zaïnab, uh...

It was dark.

And you were terrified.

Your imagination may
have played tricks on you.

- It wasn't my imagination,
it was Rougarou, I tell you.

He was there,

leaning over the man.

And he devoured his face.

- You "white people," you think
you're enlightened by your rationality,

but in reality you're blind to a
whole world that escapes you.

You don't see it, not
because it's not there,

but because you've
chosen not to see it.

- Do you know this person?

Do you know what this is?

- It's a vévé.

At the start of a ceremony we
trace these symbols on the ground

to connect with the Loa.

- What is this square?
- It's not a square.

It's the vévé of Papa Legba.

The one who keeps the keys to the
passage between the world of the living

and that of the spirits.

- The victims of the serial killer
all practiced indoor sports.

- I know, I already dug into that,

but only two victims went to the same
gym, the other three went elsewhere.

I couldn't find the link.
- Because you studied this case

before the Oswaldo Johnson case.

- This file?
- Yes.

- May I?
- Yes- carefully.

- Of course.

- Don't wrinkle the pages.

- Naturally...
- It's a trafficking case involving

illicit anabolic steroids, several gyms

were implicated at
the beginning of the year.

- These are all gyms
frequented by our victims!

- Yes.

- You found the link, Astrid!

- The kid insists. She's sure
she saw a monster devour Bizet.

- Yes. But with the crack
and a positive drug test

her testimony isn't worth much.

- There's always some truth with a witness.

You just have to understand
what Zaïnab really saw.

- The signs Astrid identified at the
crime scenes could be voodoo symbols,

magic symbols to invoke spirits.

- The kid told me about 'Rougarou.'

- Rougarou? Yeah, Thérèse
Kiambi mentioned him too.

It's a werewolf figure in voodoo.

Maybe the killer has a voodoo
approach that could let us identify them?

- Okay, fine, I'll
let you dig into that—

—but no folktale theories, hmm?

- Okay.

- Can you photocopy
these statements for the file?

COP: Right away.

- Oh, there you are,
have you found something?

- Yes. The link, we found the link.

- The link among the
Werewolf's victims, Astrid found it.

They all frequented gyms that
were identified in steroid trafficking.

Since their testosterone
levels were very high,

this tends to prove
they were users.

- Wait, all the victims took steroids?

- Yes.
- Like bodybuilders?

Why didn't we see this sooner?

- Because steroids don't
show up in toxicology analyses.

It creates a hormone imbalance,
increasing testosterone levels

which develops hairiness
and aggressiveness,

and can also cause cognitive alterations.

- So it makes you mad as
a hatter, it drives you crazy?

- Yes. I have seen several
criminal files on homicide cases

that mention psychotic seizures

caused by taking
anabolic androgenic steroids.

Reports were filed describing
a loss of control, violence,

explosions of anger,
and increased force by officers.

- That would explain Zaïnab's testimony,
she says she saw a monster.

- It also explains a contradiction

that's been bothering
me since the beginning.

- Well, do we have
the name of this drug dealer?

- Mm-mmm. But we have the name of

an anabolic androgenic steroids trafficker:

Oswaldo Johnson. With a W.

- Thank you, Astrid.

- You're welcome. Hm-hmm.

- Zaïnab? You can go.

What's going on?

- If I get out of here,

he's going to kill me.

- We can't keep you here.

I wrote down the address
of a reception center for you.

They're waiting for you,
they've been informed.

- It's not the street that scares me.

(It's him.)

- Zaïnab,

monsters don't exist.

It's just a man, a man who
we'll soon arrest, I promise.

TEARFUL
- Please!

SNIFFLES

- I'll write down my address, all right?

And if there's anything wrong,

Come see me, all right?

OSWALDO:
I'm met by the charming French police!

I'm almost ready to plead
guilty so you'll handcuff me.

- Don't tempt me, Mr Johnson.
- I don't understand, Commander,

am I suspected of something?
- Some time ago you were indicted

for trafficking in androgenic
anabolic steroids.

- Indicted, but not convicted.

The claims against me remain to be proven.

- Several clients of this
trafficking have been murdered,

they were disemboweled
and their faces mutilated.

- You mean the one who's been holding
the police in check for several months?

The one called The Werewolf?

RAPH:
Well, does this mean anything to you?

- How would I know?

I told you, I have nothing
to do with this trafficking.

I don't take that sort of product.

DEPHINE: Amazing.

Because when talking about
steroids, there are unmistakable signs:

gynecomastia, for example,

men developing mammary
glands in the chest area.

A bit like you.

It's a hormonal imbalance
from taking steroids.

Ironic, huh? Boobs for
men looking for virility!

- Do you practice voodoo?

- Yes. Like 50 million people.

- Uh huh.

Well, if you have no other questions?

- Not for the moment.

- Ladies?

- I tell you, I don't trust this guy!

He definitely sold steroids
to our victims! Masses!

He practices voodoo and has the vévé
of Papa Legba tattooed on his neck,

the same symbol
as at the crime scenes!

- Coste, I believe you, all right?
But that's not enough to arrest him,

you know as well as I do.

If you have nothing more
solid, we can do nothing.

KNOCKS

NORAH:
You're not going to believe it.

I took a quick look at the record
of our new friend Oswaldo Johnson,

7 years ago he was fined for violating
Article 413-1 of the Environmental Code.

- What's Article 413-1
of the Environmental Code?

- The article regulates
the illegal possession

of non-domestic animal species.

- You really think this guy could go
around in public incognito with a hyena?

- It's from Nigeria.

It's traditional there
to domesticate hyenas.

They're even used by the
Mafia to collect on bad debts.

- I'd rather meet the tax inspector.

- Well, does it fit or not?

Well, we'd need to do a
more in-depth morphological study,

but if we compare the
dental structure of the hyena

with the bites seen on the victims,

yeah, it could be, yeah.

- Okay, that's enough. I have
enough to put him away.

RAPH: We found the ticket from your fine.

Seven years ago you
had to get rid of this animal.

- Kalfu was much better
trained than your dogs.

It was an animal of great intelligence.
- Where is he?

- 'Where is she.'

Kalfu was female.

Did you know hyenas live
under a matriarchal system?

- Okay, stop messing with me, right now!
Where is this animal?

There's no evidence that
it was returned to Nigeria!

- Kalfu never returned to Nigeria
because she's dead, brutally murdered!

Give me my phone and I'll show you.

A nut cut off her head.
Jealousy, certainly, I don't know.

- I'll check that, yeah.

- You do that.
- We'll resume in the morning.

A night in a cell will
refresh your memory.

- No problem.

PATRICIA:
Do you have envelopes, honey?

- Mom, don't you want to go at 8 pm?

- Oh yes, Monday dinner.
I know, it's fine, but wait,

it's not like you have a date either.

- Well you know what? We're going to
tell each other things, once and for all.

- Ha! What's wrong with you, honey?

- It annoys me that you make
me feel guilty, saying that you came

here to help me, when I know
perfectly well that it is false.

- I haven't finished!

- You lied to me.

You lied to me, mom. I saw your
plane tickets while packing your things.

You'd made them
10 days before I lost the baby.

- Honey, I needed
a criminal lawyer

for a legal case for
migrants at Calais, that's all.

And I took the opportunity
to come and see you.

That doesn't mean it wasn't sincere!
DOORBELL

- I'll get it-!

MURMURS

- Ah!
- ((Ah ah ah.))

- Astrid, this is my mother,
who was just leaving! Eh?

- Oh! Hello, Astrid.
You're Raphaëlle's friend, right?

The one who's getting married?
- Mom!

- Yes, yes, fine, it's fine.
I'm going, I'm going, I'm going.

I'm delighted to meet you, Astrid.

- I'm not, ma'am, you speak very loud.

I'll come in and then you go out.
- Of course-

- Don't touch.
- Goodbye.

- Phew!

- There. My mother.

I told you, my mother's
a pain in the ass.

Loud and a pain in the ass.

- Yes, she speaks very loud.

A pain in the ass, mmm, all right.

I haven't made up my
mind yet about getting married,

but I started studying the subject, mmm.

- Great!
- Yes.

- I made a list.
- Oh! I love lists!

You'll show me?
- Yes.

ZIPPER

. . .

- Oh! I love these
kinds of lists. Okay, so...

. MARRIAGE
. WITH TETSUO

- 'Pros,' 'Cons.'

Pros: Tetsuo smells good.
He stays in France.

We can play Go.

Tetsuo and I like sharing silences

on a bench, or on the sofa.

It would bring stability to our rituals.

And I like Tetsuo.

- And you like being with Tetsuo.
- Yes,

we- we like to drink tea together.

- There are more pros
than cons, that's great.

- Mm-mmm.

- Oh, 'Cons: Communal living.'

Article 215 of the Civil Code states that

spouses mutually commit to communal living.

Except, living with someone
is objectively impossible.

- So it's impossible
for you to live with Tetsuo.

Yet he's already slept
at your place several times.

- Three times. On the couch.

Only, living with someone
means something else.

It means Tetsuo would live in my apartment.

It is impossible. My apartment
is my refuge. Raphaëlle,

I can't make an objective decision

taking all these parameters into account.

- Astrid, hmm?

You know, I can understand
that all this is scary, it is.

Or something big, huge, insurmountable.

But do you know what to do in this case?
- Mm-mmm.

- You have to listen to your heart.

- I don't understand what the pulsations
of my heart organ bring to my reflection?

RAPID KNOCKING

ANNOYED
- Oh!

Mom!
DOORBELL

She has the keys!

What is it? What-?

RAPH: Zaïnab?
- (Rougarou!)

- What? Zaïnab! Oh!

Shit!

Zaïnab!
- Is she dead?

- No. She's not dead.

MEDICAL MONITORS

RAPH: Very well, thank you. Goodbye.

That was the lab.

They confirm Zaïnab
was clean in the last 24 hours.

- The wounds show the same
dental pattern as the other victims.

- It's my fault, Astrid.

The kid said she was scared and
didn't want to go back to the street.

I didn't listen.

- It's not your fault, Raphaëlle.

It's because of the person who
attacked her, you didn't attack her.

- No.
- So it's not your fault.

Or Owaldo's either.

- Mm-mmm.
- He was in cell when it happened.

I don't understand, I'm missing something.

KEYS JANGLE

- And my other things?

- You can pick them up
at Reception, like a big boy.

You shouldn't disrespect me.

- You shouldn't address me informally.

- Careful, you don't
know what I'm capable of.

- Mm-hmm.
- I'll make you swallow your words.

Although, what can I expect from

a man who takes orders from women?

RAPH: Everything all right?

Astrid? Are you all right?

- Tetsuo wrote me a message.

He managed to get a long-term visa.
RAPH GASPS QUIETLY

- He returns to Paris in three days.

- Well, that- that's good,
you'll be able to find yourselves.

And you don't need
marriage anymore, it's great.

- No need for marriage
anymore, it's great.

ESTHER: Cmdr Coste?

Esther Sangaré, I volunteer for a
group helping undocumented immigrants.

The hospital called me.

- Yes, I wanted to know if
you knew Zaïnab Assoumane.

- Zaïnab...

She's been coming to
our group for several years.

So we've gotten used to each other.

Since arriving, it's been complicated.

She was caught in a
Nigerian prostitution network.

I do everything I can
to help her, but it's difficult.

- All right. Um,

how long has she been in the network?

- It's been 15 years.

She came to France six years ago
via the network, with her sister Polyala.

The girls turned tricks
on the street, hoping

their pimp would
return their passports.

- Do we know where her sister is?

No. She disappeared
four years ago with no trace.

About that time Zaïnab got into crack.

SIGHS .

- It was seriously odd.

It was like my words
couldn't get out of my mouth.

It was...

- It's not like you
believe in this stuff, Nico.

- It's not a question of believing it,
Norah. (It happened, I tell you!)

- It's self-suggestion, Nicolas,

making a person think they're possessed,

in order to provoke a somatic response.

There's nothing magical about it.

- Zaïnab's holding on, she's strong.

I've learned more. A woman from a charity

told me she arrived in France

through a prostitution network.

- She was a prostitute?

- Yes.

- (She was a prostitute...)

- Why do they always go off like
that? One is fine, but two? No!

All right?
- (It'll be okay! It'll be okay.)

- Stop.

- We missed it because
they were trying to hide it. Bizet!

Bizet regularly took mysterious tests.

Jansac withdrew cash
an hour before his murder.

Simons was ticketed in the Vincennes Woods.

And Grignon had a condom in his
pocket even though he was married.

In isolation these elements mean nothing.
But if looked at through that prism-

- They were clients of prostitutes.
- Yeah!

MOBILE VIBRATES

- It's Astrid, I have to meet
her at the Medical Examiner.

Well done, Delphine. Well done.

Thank you.

RELIEVED SIGH

- Four years ago, the body
of a young woman was found

in a service tunnel by a
maintenance technician.

The body was in a very
advanced state of decomposition.

She could not be identified. The
case was closed without further action.

- And?

- And, I think it could be
the body of Polyana Assoumane,

the missing sister of
Zaïnab Assoumane. Mm-hmm.

- Uh, Astrid, do you have
any supporting evidence?

- Mm-mmm. Absolutely none.

Only circumstantial.

The approximate date of the young
woman's death coincides with the date

of the disappearance of Polyana
Assoumane, cited by Esther Sangaré.

- Yes, but it's a little thin
to say that it's Zaïnab's sister.

- I'm not finished. Hm-hmm.
- (Oh. Excuse me.)

- There is something else.
- Mm-hmm?

- The autopsy report
hypothesized that the young woman

was attacked by
a small canine animal.

- A dog?

- Yes, canid, yes, like a dog.

- Well spotted, Astrid.
- Hm-hmm!

- The body was very damaged,
but according to my colleague's report,

The fang marks match
those of the five victims.

- So to sum up, Zaïnab's sister could
be the case-zero of our serial killer.

- That's it. Hm-hmm!

That's exactly what I've been trying
to show you for almost 3 minutes.

- Well, do we know
where the body was found?

- Yes, it's in the file, I know the file.

NICO: Careful, it's wet there.

ASTRID:
We have to continue straight ahead.

There will be stairs on your right.
- Yes.

- We have to go
up the stairs and turn left.

The young woman's body was found

in a wiring room, at
the end of the service tunnel.

NICO: Careful, watch your heads.

ASTRID: Careful with the head.

RAPH: All right, Astrid?
- Yes.

This is it.
It should be here.

Raphaëlle.
There.

- Oh.

RAPH: You were right,
Astrid. It looks Polyana's murder

is connected to our case.

What's this?

What is that?

- Jaws.

GASPS

- A naturalist colleague
helped out, and she's positive

this weapon was
made from a hyena jaw.

So I compared it to the wounds
on Bizet, they match perfectly.

- Very well. Now that we
have the murder weapon,

we can put the pressure
on our friend Oswaldo.

The streets aren't overflowing
with hyena owners. - Mmm.

We'll send a team to arrest him.

- Hmm? What is it, Coste?
Isn't this what you've been waiting for?

- Something's bothering me.

These things,

They were hidden in the exact spot

where Zaïnab's sister's body was found.

Zaïnab practices voodoo,

and was attacked by the killer.

- Yes, it's a lot of coincidences.
- Well, I don't believe in coincidences.

ASTRID: Hm-hmm!

RAPH: I wanted this girl
to be more than just a witness.

- The Werewolf didn't strike by chance?
You think he targeted her?

- There's an intimate link
between her and this nutcase.

TEXT ALERT
I'm sure she's hiding something.

- Well, you can ask her directly,

Zaïnab woke up, an ambulance
is bringing her to the squad.

- Ah!
- Thanks Fournier!

- You're welcome.
RAPH: Astrid, you coming?

- Yes.

RAPH: Zaïnab, I trusted you,

and you haven't been
completely honest with me.

Polyana.
Do you mind if we talk about her?

I know you've been through a lot.

GRUNTS IN PAIN

You have to talk to me,
tell me what happened,

otherwise I won't
be able to help you.

You want to let this murderer
hurt you like he hurt your sister? Hmm?

Is that what you want?

- My sister was 16.

And I was 14.

We lived in Makoko, Lagos.

One day some men
came to see my grandmother.

They said they could
take us to Europe,

that we would have jobs, money...

We got into trucks,

and then overloaded boats.

We did it several times,
but we arrived in Paris.

I said to Poly...

. ENGLISH
. "This town...

. it's a gift
. from sky."

- I understand, it must've been terrifying.
- It was hell!

They raped us.

SOBBING
They took our passports.

They brought in a houngan.*
* HAITIAN VOODOO PRIEST

He said...

if we tried to flee the network

he would give us... the Evil Eye.

I haven't seen seen grandma again!

. . .

DELPHINE: I keep thinking
there's something wrong with this killer.

He's both super-precise and meticulous,

while the murders
are unspeakably savage.

He's binary.

The first victim is female, then men.

On one hand voodoo,
on the other the werewolf myth.

It's like there are two killers.

SIGHS
What are you hiding from us?

- Her fists,

her fists are hidden.
DELPHINE: Her fists?

- Her fists, are hidden.

(Ah! Ah ah ah ah!)

GASPS

- Zaïnab? Zaïnab, are you all right?

What-? What's with you?

What's going on? She was
going to talk, what's going on?

- Her fists.
- What? Her fists?

- Her fists.

- That night, the only person

who left the crime scene was you.

HUMMING

The murder weapon was
hidden under your "sweat-shirt."

. . .

You're not a witness to this crime,

but the author.

. . .

Aren't you, Zaïnab?

- I'M NOT ZAÏNAB!

I'm Amanda.

- (What is this shit, what is this?)

- She's a DID.

A Dissociative Identity Disorder.

Don't shout.

RATCHETS

- Thanks to Astrid, I understand
the contradictions in these crimes.

They were in fact committed
not by one person, but by two,

two personalities co-existing
within in the same body.

She's both murderer and witness.

- She really was a werewolf,

a woman who transforms herself,

who remembers nothing
when she becomes herself.

- It's the dissociation phenomenon,

often linked to repeated traumatic abuse.

The victim has a survival instinct,

her mind splits in two to avoid
experiencing a horrific situation.

- Did she hurt herself?

- Amanda is still there, use that.

Zaïnab is afraid to speak,

but Amanda needs to tell her story.

- (I'll go.)

Zaïnab, explain to me-

- A M A N D A !

- (Sorry. Sorry.)
Amanda.

Amanda,

why all this carnage, all this?

LOW REGISTER
- It's Oswaldo Johnson's fault.

He convinced my sisters to leave Nigeria,

then put them out on the street.

- He was their pimp?

He charged €1000 and they received €10.

When my sisters wanted to
escape, someone ratted them out.

He wanted to set an
example, and it fell on Polyana.

Kalfu devoured her
alive in front of Zaïnab.

- And that's when you appeared?
- I had to avenge my sister!

- (All right.)
- Zaïnab wasn't able to.

- Oswaldo was too powerful?
He was untouchable, right?

I attacked his hyena.

I tore off its jaw and
made a weapon out of it.

I wanted to slaughter all those
sons of bitches who don't like women.

ZAÏNAB:
Eye for eye, tooth for tooth.

They had to pay.

HIGH REGISTER
I... don't... understand!

WHIMPERS
I... don't... understand!

QUIETLY
I don't understand, I don't
understand what you want.

What's going on?
. . .

What's going on?

- WIth Zaïnab's, or Amanda's,
confession, this case is finally closed.

The mysterious Werewolf
is in no state to cause harm,

and the Interior Minister's delighted.

He called to give me his compliments,

so it's my turn: Congratulations, ladies.

I don't like when you
make that face, Coste.

- Zaïnab Assoumane suffers from DID,

and she'll end her days
in a psychiatric prison

for the murders she committed, while the real

person responsible is Oswaldo Johnson.

So why's he free? huh?
- No, stop right there Coste.

What do you have on him?
Something to prove

he's head of an
international prostitution network?

No, just testimony of a young woman
suffering from severe psychiatric disorders.

What else?
- My gut!

- Your gut! Well, nice, I'll call and
tell the prosecutor about your gut!

I'm sure he'll love that!

Anyway, listen, the file
has already gone to

the Anti-Pimping Squad,
so it's no longer our problem.

DELPHINE:
If I may say so, Commissioner?
- Yes...?

- Oswaldo Johnson is responsible
for the death of Polyana Assoumane.

ASTRID: Absolutely,

he is suspected of
being guilty of that murder.

- I hear you, ladies, but
this case is over 4 years old

and the case file is
too thin, it's a lost cause.

- But that's good!

That's my thing, lost causes.
As you well know, Commissioner.

- Cmdr Coste again! What a pleasure.

- And I assure you, this is the last time.

- I hope so.
ASTRID: Yes, Mr Johnson,

this is the last time
because you'll be arrested.

Cmdr Coste used a sarcasm,
you didn't understand, hm-hmm.

- I understood perfectly.

- Mm-mmm

But you've got nothing on me.
RAPH: A few days ago we had nothing.

- But since then we've
had long discussions with

young women over whom
you maintain your influence.

- They wouldn't dare.
Papa Legba is watching them.

- Exactly, your voodoo lets
you have your hold over them.

But trying to be legit won't work anymore.

- Hm-hmm— this USB key contains evidence,

videos, audio messages, and photos.

- Those girls you love to despise
have accumulated a lot of evidence

that they never dared turn in.

We didn't listen alone, Zaïnab was with us.

Amanda too.
- 'Amanda'?

RAPH: She's the one who convinced
them your voodoo isn't legitimate.

Often, a first testimony is enough

so that others can follow and be silent.

- A whore's word against mine.
You won't get anywhere with that.

It's not worth much.
- It will for some judges.

- Let me go!
NICO: Hey-

Let me let go!
- Calm down.

CHOPPING

DOORBELL

- Delphine!
- Good evening!

- Good evening,

- I was surprised by your message.

Things to clear up about the case?

- No, not at all. It was
to talk about something else.

Please, come in.
- Thank you.

- Oh!

- Triple sec, lime, tequila.

Margaritas? - Yes! Yes, yes.

- You know how to
talk about 'something else'!
- I see we know the classics,

looks like I bet on the right horse.
THEY LAUGH

- Astrid couldn't come?
- Astrid's not a margarita person.

And there are times
that are for margaritas, huh?

We know those times.
- Yes.

When it's too difficult to move
from the victim's life to our own.

- Right.

- Say, since we're having margaritas,
maybe we could speak informally.

- All right.
LAUGHS (Okay.)

Tell me what you think.
- Thank you.

Were you able to talk to her?
- To Astrid?

- To your mother.
- Oh, my mother. Uh, yes.

It didn't go very well.

She's... always away in
the four corners of the world,

taking care of people in
distress, never her own daughter.

There it is.

- Oh, so lost causes are her thing too.

Maybe you have more
in common than you thought.

CHUCKLES CLINK

TETSUO: Astrid!

I'm so glad to see you.

DOOR CLOSES

. JAPANESE
. - You smell good.

. FRENCH
. Your shoes.

- You prepared a tea ceremony.

- Yes.

A tea ceremony is appropriate.

I have something very
important to ask you, Tetsuo.

I thought maybe we could
consider proceeding together,

a contractual legal
obligation in accordance

with established statutory provisions,
established by civil status.

Raphaëlle thought that this
could be a suitable and legal solution

to allow you to resolve the
administrative context

of your presence in French territory.

- Astrid, I am deeply touched
that you sought a solution.

so that I can stay in France.

But don't worry, I told you,
I got my visa for two years.

- Only two years;

two years is not enough.

I would like you to become
a stable part of my life.

That you are my expected-predictable.

- Astrid... are you asking me for marriage?

- I believe so, yes.

- But... marriage means living together.

I can't ask that of you.

Your apartment is your refuge.
- Hmm!

- That's exactly how I answered Raphaëlle
when she spoke to me about marriage.

'My apartment is my refuge.'

However, by studying
the Civil Code more closely,

I realized it had an ambiguity.

It relies on the concept
of 'communal living.'

Article 108: 'The husband and
wife may have separate domiciles

without affecting the
concept of communal living.'

Tetsuo.

Do you agree to enter
into this union with me?

- Yes, I want to.

- Mmm!

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