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Inspired by a legal case
in France from 1995 to 2018.

Events and disappearances are real.

Reconstruction of investigation,
private life and dialogues are fictional.

No one just magically vanishes
from the face of the Earth.

Even today, I still remember feeling
the city's peculiar energy

the moment I stepped off the train.

MISSING PERSON - Tatiana, 17
On 09/24/95

For years, young women
have gone missing here.

If this monster hadn't existed,

if the victims hadn't
suffered his violence,

who would they be today?

This was my first case,
the one that would impact me the most.

Nothing had prepared me for it.

Looking for the truth is dangerous.

It's like diving into a deep, dark abyss,

without knowing
if you'll resurface unharmed.

I took the plunge.

THE LOST STATION GIRLS

Unit ninety-four,
confirm your location to dispatch.

You find anything next to her?

Nothing.
We don't have anything to ID her.

Hello, prosecutor.

Arnaud, I want you to
secure the perimeter over there.

There are too many people here.

Secure the scene
and wait for the coroner to arrive.

Come on, this is taking too long,
we have five minutes.

Is this your first crime scene?

-Who's the girl?
-She's a newbie.

-If you feel like puking, walk away.
-Mmm-hmm.

Detective Robin? Captain Vidal.

The coroner hasn't arrived yet.

-Can you process a crime scene?
-Yes.

Okay, let's go. Guys?

Everyone, please, step back.
Step away from the crime scene.

The victim is a naked woman.

She's lying on her stomach,
arms alongside her body.

Visible bruising on her upper back.

Her skin is very white,
rigor mortis has set in.

It appears her body
has been completely bled out,

but no blood was found on the ground.

Okay, let's roll her over.

Holy shit!

Oh, for God's sake, I know her.

Leïla Chakir.
I handled her emancipation request.

Her life was so complicated.
She lived with multiple fosters.

-Hey, steady now.
-You okay?

-Sit down.
-No, I'm okay.

-You're not.
-It's okay.

I'm fine, really.

-No, let's clear the scene.
-You okay?

-Just sit here for a while.
-Hey.

You want me to take over?

Signs of strangulation.

Large wounds on her abdomen... a dozen.

The body presents multiple signs
of mutilation, both breasts are cut off.

The lower abdomen is slit open
and reveals a deep hole.

Her reproductive organs are missing.

-Lighter refill, please.
-Right away.

I was walking my dog.
I do this every morning,

Here you go. Merci.

And I found, uh...
It was just a horrendous moment for me.

-And, uh, my dog freaked out.
-Bonjour.

It was just, just, uh, incredible.

It was here
in the middle of this empty lot,

along the busy boulevard in Perpignan,

that Leïla Chakir's body
was found Sunday morning.

We don't know what
she was doing earlier that day.

Leïla Chakir had just celebrated
her 19th birthday.

Of Algerian descent, she was enrolled in
her first year of nursing school

at the University of Perpignan.

Was this the work of a sadist, someone
who knew her, or a devil worshiper?

Investigators aren't ruling out
any possibility.

A witness hotline was set up two days ago

and a criminal investigation
has been opened

for homicide, torture
and acts of barbarism.

-Ever been in a crime unit?
-No.

DEPARTMENTAL DIRECTORATE
OF THE BORDER POLICE

Don't you guys intern
with the judicial police?

We do, but they never accepted
my transfer requests.

-So how come you're here?
-Pietri called me in.

-The police commissioner himself?
-Yep.

Everyone's here already.

Yeah,
even the deputy prosecutor.

How are you?

Bonjour.

So what do we do now? Should we
figure out what she did last night?

I guess.

-Bonjour, detective.
-Oh, bonjour.

-How are you? Welcome to the unit.
-Merci.

Hello, morning. Perfect.

Quiet down, gentlemen.

I only have a minute
before joining the public prosecutor

for his press conference.

I'm sure you might've guessed,
this is the part where it gets tricky.

This case is considered
a high-profile major crime.

Okay, so remember, all eyes will be on us.

I'm counting on you guys
to show discipline,

seriousness, and integrity.

I want daily updates
on all searches and interrogations.

I'll be centralizing everything.
Let's wrap this one up nice and tight.

-Nice.
-And tight!

Get to work, gentlemen.

Get to work... gentleman.

Did you get what you wanted?

Come on.

-Hey, how are you?
-Hey!

Leïla Chakir, a 19-year-old
French woman of Algerian descent,

raised by an authoritarian father

who, according to our database,
is a Salafi Muslim.

He apparently tried to marry her off,

but she filed for emancipation
before turning 18,

-then cut ties with her family.
-Her mother?

No mother, she died.

She barely knew her.
Did you guys question the neighbors?

We're on it now, but so far,
we don't have anything.

Obviously, no one heard
or saw what happened.

Then let's focus on the people around her.

Let's look at her schedule,

find out where and when
she crossed paths with her killer.

Don't you think we should
check out her father first?

Why's that?

Well, he did try to
marry her off against her will.

Then she files for emancipation,
cuts all ties with him,

and a year later, she's found naked in
a vacant lot with her genitals removed.

-A woman's body scares them.
-So what?

Well, if he's a true Salafi Muslim,

he doesn't have the right
to see a naked woman.

So I can't imagine
someone like him doing this.

Fine, either way,
we have to follow up on every lead,

so check out the father with Emile.

Go there and search his place,

bring him to the station,
but don't be too rough.

It was his daughter.

-Don't worry.
-Damien and Flore,

search her dorm room.

But the most important thing...

given the precision of this mutilation,

I wouldn't be surprised
if this guy's done it before.

And I bet he'll do it again.

So, let's get going!

Move it, move it, move it,
move it. Here we go.

Do we really need to stay here?

Two witnesses must always be present
while we search the place.

-Did you guys know Leïla?
-A little bit.

I would hit her up for a cigarette,
then we'd go smoke together.

What was she studying?

She was admitted
to nursing school.

Did she talk about her childhood?

Being in the system
or the issues with her family?

She was in foster care.

No, she never said anything.
I had no idea she was.

-I mean, she looked normal, you know?
-Mmm.

Actually,
she was kinda... sophisticated.

-Sophisticated?
-Yeah.

Okay.

And did you ever see
any of her friends here?

No, we didn't hang out
with the same people.

But there's this one guy who comes...

I mean, who used to come
and see her, uh, Pascal.

-What's his last name?
-I don't know.

-Do you know?
-No.

He works at the kebab shop
next to the train station.

I know which one.

Was he her boyfriend?

No, I don't think so.

They had a weird kind of friendship.

-Is this him?
-Yeah.

So, you let her
go home by herself?

She wanted to borrow my scooter
because it was raining, but I said, "No."

I was gonna need it to go out clubbing.

At what time did she leave here?

I'm not really sure,
maybe 10:30, 11:00?

Then I went out
and met this girl in the club.

When did you get home?

I spent the night at her place.

Do you remember her name?

Yeah, Chloe.

You have a phone number?

Yeah.

Explain something to me.

Leïla, was she your friend
or your girlfriend? Who was she to you?

She was my best friend.
She was like a sister.

She was beautiful, wasn't she?

She loved to go out,
she loved to go dancing.

She wanted to be an actress.

It's funny because, um,

whenever she'd go out
and drink a little too much,

whenever she was enjoying herself,

she'd tell me, "You'll see,
one day I'll make the front page."

Do you have the names of her
other friends or her college classmates?

People she'd hang out with?

Hey, it's Vidal.
What time will you be here?

Okay, I'll wait.

Oh, I hope you don't mind me
putting my stuff on your desk

while I figure out where to sit.

-Is that all right?
-No problem.

My name's Felix Sabueso.

We're the same rank,
so don't worry about titles.

Call me Sabueso, everyone else does.

Flore Robin.

-Are you also new to the crime unit?
-Yes and no.

Uh, Vidal thought that since
this case was so high profile,

it'd be better to have
as many people as possible.

He asked me to come back and lend a hand.

-Hmm.
-Okay, thank you. We'll be there.

I just spoke to the coroner's office.

You're coming with me,
let's see if you still got it.

-Captain, sir?
-Yeah?

Earlier, you said our guy
could've maybe done this before.

-Mmm-hmm.
-What about Tatiana Andujar?

Pretty, brunette, the same age as Leïla.

She also went missing
near the train station.

Yeah,
that happened three years ago.

A young woman, she lived in
a small village close to here.

I think the gendarmerie
took the lead on that, right?

It was a big deal. The parents went on TV.
They're still looking for her.

They're putting up posters
and even started an association.

You think there's a killer
who hunts victims near the station?

And who chooses the same type of women.

Same thing I told the others,
"Every lead we get, we follow up on."

Okay?

I'll let you go talk
to the Andujar family.

Are you ready? Come on, let's go.

Gentlemen. First off, I can tell you
she was killed around midnight.

-Mmm.
-I've never seen this.

As far as I know, there hasn't been
a murder this barbaric in France.

And the forensic team
really didn't find anything?

-Neither her genitalia nor her breasts?
-Nothing.

He probably took them with him.

Maybe he got rid of them afterwards.

Without the organs, it'll be hard for me
to determine if she was raped,

but with the physical evidence
they collected,

we might be able to find
some semen or his blood type.

Understood.

When we found the body, we were under
the impression that she was bled out.

-Is that the case?
-Yes, you're right.

He made certain to
drain her entire blood volume.

After that, he carefully
cleaned and mutilated her.

And there were no...

traces of blood anywhere
on the ground. Nothing.

Logically that would mean
he killed her somewhere else, right?

Absolutely, no doubt at all.

If he had done this at night in the dark,
on a rough terrain,

it would have been impossible
to operate this precisely.

-Mmm-hmm.
-Operate?

Well, yes. Look.

The incisions are thin, precise, surgical.

He used a hard flat surface to work on.

And he operated with
surgical instruments in my opinion.

You mean scalpels,
that kind of stuff, right?

What are we saying?
Our guy's in the same line of work as you?

I'll bet he's a doctor.

-Really?
-Maybe a surgeon.

Wait a second, hang on.
Are you sure about that?

-Are you really sure?
-Um...

Honestly, I'm not sure I'd be able
to be as precise as he was.

He must have placed her
on a table in stirrups.

He took his time,
I'd say at least an hour,

and he had to have good lighting.

Your killer, he most probably has in-depth
knowledge of biology or anatomy.

So, he killed her and then, uh,
he moved her body, right?

So, we look for a vehicle.

A vehicle that could also be where
he held her captive and maybe raped her,

-then killed her. Do you agree?
-Yes.

Voila, a psychopathic surgeon
who drives a van.

DAD
MOM

Manuel!

Food's ready!

Alex, come on.

-He's here with me.
-Hmm?

-Julien, turn it off and come eat.
-Mmm.

Oh.

Hey, hurry up
and get your feet off of that.

And don't give me that attitude.

Merci.

-And tortillas.
-Mmm, yummy.

Here's a little butter
if you want some.

Mmm.

Hey, where's Marc?

Well, he wanted to
hang out with his friends.

-Oh.
-Again?

Can you get it?

-Yes?
-Bonjour.

-Bonjour.
-May I come in?

Yes.

Manuel?

-No, they weren't friends. Right?
-Mmm.

-I don't recognize her.
-You're sure about that?

She was studying to be a nurse.
They were close in age.

I'm telling you, she didn't know her.

I'm just trying to understand, you know.

Three years ago,
when our daughter went missing,

you guys laughed at us.

You said she ran away,

-but you didn't want to look for her.
-Hey, stop it.

Instead, you guys interrogated us,

put us under surveillance,
but you didn't look for her.

The fact is, she is still out there.

-Mrs. Andujar, I promise we'll do...
-Enough with the promises!

I know it wasn't you back then,

but you can't show up here and imply
that our daughter was also murdered.

How dare you say that?

If you want to do something,
then help me find her!

I'm really sorry.

It's not your fault.

Marie-Jo didn't wait for police
to start her investigation.

This way.

She followed every lead she found.

-Au revoir.
-Au revoir.

In vain.

Three years later,
she was still searching.

-Hey.
-Hey.

Guys, we have the father.

How long am I going
to have to stay here?

Guess what he used to do in Algeria
before he got here?

-I don't know.
-He worked as a butcher.

And you want to detain him for that?

Yep. And you'll type up the report.

Okay, let's go.

Uncuff him, then sit him down. Excuse me.

How long did that take?

So, why'd you wanna marry her off
against her will?

Hmm?

If she'd gotten married
like she was supposed to,

then my daughter would still be alive.

Women, they always trigger men's desire,
and that's... that's the truth.

I mean, it's not their fault, but...

it's God. He created them all like that.

Leïla, she refused to understand.

I did everything to convince her.

You did it to convince her?

So, you didn't like seeing her like this?

-Huh?
-The life my daughter chose

is not the life I wanted for her.

She should never have been out
in the streets at night like that.

But what could I do about it?

You could punish her, for example.

What do you mean?

You worked in a butcher shop in Algiers.

What can you tell me about that?

Nothing.

It was just part-time work,
during the holidays.

It was to help out my family.

I was there to serve the clients.

I was the cashier,
because I knew how to count.

Were you also
in charge of cutting the meat?

No! You have to be certified for that.

Is that how you do your work?

Don't you think asking questions
in the right order would be better?

Where were you last night
after ten o'clock?

I was at my niece's wedding reception.

At the restaurant, L'Étoile d'Orient,
behind Place Cassagne.

Leïla, she was invited, you know.

But she didn't come.

So, maybe start with that
next time around?

Sir, could you please wait
in the hallway with your daughter?

We'll check out your alibi
and then release you.

Okay?

I'm sorry for your loss.

Just give us a minute.

-Damien, can you show him where to wait?
-Yeah, no problem. Come with me, sir.

Why the fuck did you do that?

You're gonna release him from custody?

Only the judge can release him
from custody. The judge.

I want you to call her,
tell her you fucked up

or invent some bullshit
about keeping the father

in case we need more info
or whatever you want!

I don't give a fuck, but I don't want you
to do something as stupid as that again!

And the same goes for everyone else, okay?

We all have to work as a team!
No one goes rogue like that!

Okay, listen up.
We spoke with the coroner earlier.

He says we should look for a doctor.

That's our first solid lead,
so we need to follow up on it.

A real doctor? That's a change
from our usual suspects.

That's for sure. One more thing,
the body was moved from the primary.

Meaning our guy killed her somewhere else,
then transported her in a vehicle.

So, we need to find...
some sort of delivery van as well.

That's like asking us
to find a needle in a haystack.

Yeah, I know, so I want everyone
to canvass the area, okay?

You need to prioritize
medical dispensaries, hospitals, uh,

even doctors' offices
or any veterinarian clinic.

Yeah, I know.

Search the area in concentric circles.
Starting point is the water tower.

Everybody up to speed?

There's a high wind warning tonight.
It could blow away our evidence.

All the more reason to hurry.

I want someone to call
the K9 unit in. Now.

-You do it, okay?
-Okay.

Let's move it out!
Hey, you come with me, okay?

Hey, what are you doing?

Use the plastic ones,
they'll do just fine for today.

-They don't preserve the evidence as well.
-They don't cost the same either.

Got to stay on budget
for these kinds of things.

I'll bring a few of each,
if there's something important,

-we'll need a paper bag.
-Yeah, okay.

-Um, I wanted to ask you something.
-Mmm-hmm.

What were you doing
this morning in your car,

parked in front of the crime scene?

Huh?

I was afraid.

Hey, can you tell those helicopters
to stop circling over here?

Yes, sir.

Right now, nothing to report.
I'll check back in later.

Nothing in here!

Hi, we were wondering if you've noticed
any usual activity in the area lately?

I want you to check out every single car.
And check for blood!

Question every store owner, then go
canvass that apartment building there.

I'll take this side
of the street, okay?

Dispatch to Detective Alves.

Go ahead.

Guys, over here.

-Is that Leïla's shoe?
-Yeah.

Are you sure?
She was naked when we found her body.

At Pascal's, there's a photo
in which she's wearing these.

Yeah, I know,
I often notice useless details.

Robbery in progress
at Ten Grande Avenue.

-Vidal for Sabueso.
-Good job, Flore.

-K9 is here.
-Come on, find her scent.

All right,
K9 search in progress.

I'd consider this one important.

Let forensics know that
evidence is coming their way.

I want a thorough search of this area.
Got it? This entire area.

Little miss know-it-all
is really starting to bug me.

She's fresh out of school.

This is when it gets tough.

You get through day one and realize
the case is going to be a long one.

A very long one.

Okay, I want Yohan
to team up with Arnaud

and Fred and Damien together, okay?

-Mmm-hmm.
-Call back forensics.

I want them to inventory
all the evidence from this perimeter.

I want everything
on the same inventory list.

Good evening
and welcome back

to the first final match here
at the Stade de France

between the team from Perpignan
and the team from Paris.

The Parisians are pumped up tonight
as they get ready to start the game.

Here, you see the team captain...

Manuel?

What?

They're off to a great start
as Da Costa passes to Liozu.

Does that look like Tatiana?

-I can't really tell.
-Well, look.

I can't tell. She's different.

Well, yeah. People change
in three years. I'm sure it's Tatiana.

-Yeah.
-Maybe you're right.

It's in Barcelona, that's close.

-Who sent you this picture anyway?
-Someone anonymous.

Did you find Tatiana?

We don't know for sure, honey.

But until we know
one way or another she's alive,

we'll keep looking.

-I should go there.
-Well, I'm not sure about that.

Well, I'm sure about it.

At what time?

Okay, so it's not him then.
Merci. Au revoir.

I brought sandwiches and beer,
hope that's fine.

Yes, perfect.

-What are you working on?
-Leïla wrote poetry.

It's morbid.

Basically, she's saying that
given her childhood,

she knows she won't grow old,

and that growing old
means no longer being beautiful.

She wanted to die young.

-Wow.
-Merci.

So, tell me, what's all this?

These files are from my personal archives.

Uh, I've got files on all kinds of
local perps I couldn't catch.

Old police reports, witness statements
and investigation notes.

Weird coincidences
that I've lost sleep over.

Did you know that, uh, 50% of cases are
solved by tapping into the city's memory?

That's impressive.

Hey, this morning you mentioned
you came back to help Vidal.

Where were you? Were you retired?

Do I really look that old to you?

No. I mean, I'm not sure.

I was downstairs, one floor below
in charge of filing reports.

I was benched.

Don't worry, I didn't do anything wrong.
I was just sick to put it mildly.

-And now, are you feeling better?
-Yeah.

It wasn't the kind of illness
you're thinking of.

I just... saw things no man
should ever have to see.

Hmm.

And, uh, Vidal.
Did you know him before this?

Yeah. I sure did.

Uh, when I first met him, he was just
a rookie on patrol. I brought him here.

He never went to
the police academy like you.

-You're kidding me.
-No, I'm not.

He thinks cops should
prove themselves on the street.

Hmm.

BARCELONA

-Hola.
-Hola.

Uh... El club, El Diva.

-El Diva?
-Si.

-Per allà.
-Ah. Gracias, gracias.

-Sí, siga derecho.
-Gracias.

Excuse me?

I'm looking for my daughter.
I was told she worked here.

No.

No.

No?

She looks like Felina.

Is she here today?

She's not working right now.

When will she be back?

I have no idea.

Do you know where she lives,
where I can find her?

I don't know.

Are you really her mother?

Yes.

The boss lets us stay here sometimes
when we're in trouble.

Until we find a solution...

What kind of trouble?

Huh?

What trouble?

Wait here!

Hola.

Sorry, I screwed up.
I wasn't able to get away.

-Don't worry, it's okay.
-No, it's not okay. I, uh...

Isn't our daughter
absolutely beautiful?

Of course she would be beautiful.

Look at how beautiful her mother is.

She really is so perfect.

She's so small.

girl from the station

Are you finished?

I still have stuff to do.

Okay. Go home soon.

-Bonsoir.
-Bonsoir.

Olivio Palomyno, harassment, indecent
exposure in front of a 13-year-old.

Surgeon.

Abusive behavior by Mr. Palomyno.

Hello?

This is Luc Renaud
from crime database.

-Can I speak to Detective Robin?
-Speaking.

I found all the information

-you requested on Olivio Palomyno.
-Great.

So, he first appeared in our system for
a string of robberies in '95 in Narbonne.

Forgery and falsifying documents in '95,
and harassment in '96,

-all in Perpignan.
-Please fax me his file.

Of course, the fax machine is acting up,

but I'll send it to you
as soon as it works again.

As soon as possible, merci.

You can't escape
the violence of men.

Monsters are real
and they're everywhere.

CRIMINAL POLICE NARBONNE
14-05-1995 - PALOMYNO OLIVIO