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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.

When you're relentlessly
searching for someone,

obsession and exhaustion can drive you
to the limits of your sanity.

Marie-Jo knew the risks,
but she still kept looking.

Excuse me. Have you seen my daughter here?

-I haven't. Sorry, ma'am.
-Me neither. Good luck.

-Excuse me, have you seen her?
-Nope, I haven't.

-Can you help me find her?
-Sorry, no.

Hey, excuse me, sir! Excuse me!

Have you seen this girl?
My daughter said she'd be here.

Have you seen her?

THE LOST STATION GIRLS

Marc?

-Marc!
-Yo, yo!

What are you doing?

Sunbathing.

-What's that under your eye?
-A teardrop.

When she comes home, I'll fill it in.

-Hang on. You tattooed your face?
-Yeah.

What were you thinking?

You can't remove it,
it's permanent! It's forever!

-Just let me be.
-Let you be? Give me a break.

Don't you get it? Come on.

You can't remove a tattoo, come on.

-You sound like a broken record.
-A broken record?

-You've never tattooed your face before!
-Whatever you say.

Sorry, honey. I was harsh. I'm sorry.

Let's just go back home. Come on.
Everyone misses you, baby.

-What do you mean, "everyone?"
-You know...

So she's back now?

Don't.

Tatiana! Tatiana!

See? Told you. She's not back.

It's just me.

Hey!

-Not funny.
-Be cool. It was a joke.

-But it wasn't funny.
-Fine.

-Bonjour.
-Hey. Want a coffee?

Merci.

-What happened to you?
-I burned myself.

Baking at home.

-I didn't you know baked.
-Relaxes my nerves.

Flore?

-Did you ask for this info?
-Yeah.

Great. When you're done,
you can brief the others.

Sounds good.

Olivio Palomyno.
Convicted for helping illegal immigrants,

forgery, and falsifying documents.

So, phony IDs and fake paperwork.

And why single him out
instead of someone else?

Well, first off, because he lives
next to the crime scene.

-Mmm-hmm.
-Secondly, because of what we found

buried in Sabueso's archives.

There were some kids that complained
about him after a soccer game.

-He wanted to make 'em do things.
-I get it.

He's a pervert
and he falsifies documents. Hmm?

And above all, he's a doctor.

A doctor who forges documents.
Strange combo, right? Anything else?

Yeah, I checked with the national police.
They're the ones who investigated him.

He graduated from
med school in Lima, Peru,

His home country.
He's worked in 18 different hospitals

-in France.
-Eighteen?

Guy can't remain in one place.

Or maybe he has something to hide.

A few months ago,
he was living in Narbonne,

but he moved, and I don't know why.

Now, he works in Perpignan
at the main hospital.

In abdominal surgery.

Okay, first off, from now on,
nobody does their own thing, okay?

We work together.
Our suspect is a doctor and a forger.

Do you know what that means?
He's thorough, organized, and precise.

Exactly what the coroner suggested.

-Remember?
-Yes.

I don't know if Palomyno
will make mistakes,

but we can't afford
to be making any, okay?

Arnaud, go to Narbonne and get the facts.

Flore, Sabueso, you start where he lives.

Damien, call up every hospital
he worked at in the past.

-Every bit of information you can.
-Okay.

You guys check his degrees. Okay?
Come on, let's go!

-Guys, clear out.
-Hit the streets!

-Captain, got a minute?
-No. I need all hands-on deck.

Okay, maybe later then.
So, we can make it official.

What do you mean?

So I don't change my mind later.

Arnaud, come on. It's time!

-I'll get the car.
-Let's go!

Can you close the window? It's freezing.

Nope, we can't. It's broken.

It seems like it's not your day, huh?

Got that right.

It'll be fine.

Merci.

Can I help?

Bonjour. Captain Vidal, Detective Cholet.

We need some information on a doctor.
A foreigner who worked about a year ago.

I'll try to remember, but no guarantees.

We have a lot of
foreign doctors working here.

Hmm.

-We couldn't survive without them.
-Yes.

Olivio Palomyno,
does his name ring a bell?

-Ah. Yes, him. I definitely remember.
-Oh, really?

Hard to forget a guy like him.

Are you looking for something?

Bonjour, monsieur. We're detectives.

-Do you live in the building?
-Yes.

We're investigating a crime
that happened nearby.

Do you remember
if you saw anything unusual

on the night of the 20th or 21st?
Saturday.

Ah, no, sorry.
I left for Spain that morning.

Oh, really? To what part?

Tarragona.

-How long did he work for you?
-A few weeks,

but it was bullshit.

What do you mean by, "bullshit"?

Well, it means I wondered
if he was actually a real doctor.

-Why is that?
-He made prescription errors.

He had these hesitations.

I didn't keep him long in my unit.
I didn't trust him.

You don't vet people's references
when they come in?

You think I have the time to verify
the resumes of all my temp doctors?

Did you visit the harbor?

-I strolled the promenade, sure.
-Mmm. A beautiful region.

It's absolutely lovely.

Good. Look...

You never know
if you'll remember something,

even just a minor detail

from the days leading up to your trip.

An unusual person
loitering in the building.

A neighbor's complaint. Hmm?

-Can I count on your help?
-With pleasure.

What kind of guy
was this Palomyno?

I mean, like, would you say that
he was a confident guy?

No, I wouldn't say so.
He was a quiet type.

-A discreet type of man.
-Discreet?

-Mmm.
-Why did you get rid of him?

Well, we couldn't prove it,

but I'm pretty sure
he was the guy stealing our equipment.

Hang on, doctor.
What type of equipment was stolen?

The type you don't want disappearing.

Syringes and some scalpels.

Tell me. What's your take on Palomyno?

-Well, my take is, he's a good suspect.
-Agreed.

You know the press is calling

-this murder a "Satanic ritual".
-I heard.

They're claiming it's a group of
Satan worshipers.

I want quick results. Close the file.

We can't have any lawyers
poking around. Got that?

-Not a problem.
-Good.

Our turn.

Go ahead.

I want to report an assault
by one of my colleagues.

I'm not here to excuse anyone,

but understand that what you're sharing
can have serious consequences.

You mean for him?

What could happen to him?

For him, that depends
on the nature of the assault.

Could be a suspension,
a disciplinary hearing, or more.

For you, the stakes are higher.

You'll be reassigned for your safety.

Listen to me.

We just got started on this very big case.

I need everybody, and I can't spare you.

So, here's my suggestion,

write the complaint
so that it's done. Okay?

And when we've put the killer away,
we'll get back to that. All right?

If you want to report it then,
I won't stop you.

Mmm.

-So, we'll pick this up later? Okay?
-Okay.

...is to stay calm and composed.

We need to show he has a loving family
that will be there for him no matter what.

-Judge Costa.
-Yes?

-Do you have a few minutes?
-Yeah, sure.

Tell me what you're planning exactly?
Did you arrest him yet?

No, not yet. We need to put him
under surveillance.

-That's why I'm here today.
-What about these?

Sorry, I just moved in.

-I'm still getting set-up.
-Mmm-hmm.

-Ah, found it!
-Oh, merci.

So, why don't you want to
bring him into custody?

Seems like you have
more than enough for that.

Sure. The suspect has
a very interesting background,

but if he's really our guy,

he's probably very careful,
if you know what I mean.

If we raid his apartment now
and find nothing,

we'll lose too many hours with
a guy in custody who won't talk to us.

-What do think surveillance might get you?
-I'm thinking a lot.

Well, he's a sexual predator,
a drug dealer, we know that.

Question is, does he hang around
particular bars or clubs or prostitutes?

Has he told anything
incriminating to them?

Has he bragged about what he does?

What I need are details.

A small detail that can help us
break him when we get our chance.

-Okay, now let me explain how I work.
-I'm all ears.

For me, it's all about trust.

If you tell me everything,
I'll do the same for you.

Mmm.

It's my first assignment
as an investigative judge.

I believe you have more
investigative experience than me,

so I'll follow your lead.

-Sounds good.
-I'll write you a warrant

so you can set up a wiretap right away.

That would be smart.
However, the guy doesn't have a phone.

He doesn't even have
a registered vehicle. Nothing at all.

Don't lose any sleep though.
My team has already been monitoring him.

And trust me, we won't let him get away.

Good.

I'd like daily updates
until the arrest then.

-Hmm?
-Hmm.

Good luck with settling in.

So it was a policewoman
who reached out to you

about the possible connection
between the cases?

Yes. But, we don't believe it, of course,

because we know that
our Tatiana's alive somewhere.

But we also see this as an opportunity
to reopen the investigation

into her disappearance.

Which very well might happen,
if I ask for the cases to be combined.

But it's not customary for the police
to admit they dropped the ball.

We just want the police
to do their job well this time.

And this young woman seems to
want to do that, too.

So, I say, let her help us.

I'm ready to ask for the cases
to be combined, if you both agree.

-Yes.
-Before you answer,

I want you to be aware
of the implications of your request.

It means the police
will explore every clue again.

They'll interrogate you about your
relationship with Tatiana, your arguments,

your money issues, her love life,
it's all back on the table.

Yes, we understand.
We have nothing to hide.

My family needs some closure.
I assure you, we're ready.

Very well.

It happened in France
and for years it's been clear.

Marie-Jo's family was fragile.

In order to survive the pain,

each one of them handled
Tatiana's disappearance differently.

Some chose silence.

Others, resignation.

Marc chose to go away.

But he still loved his family
and would check in from time to time.

-What's up?
-You good?

I was passing through, so I thought...

Hey, they'll be glad.

I know I am.

As if Tatiana's disappearance
wasn't enough to make her family suffer,

they received anonymous tips
on a daily basis.

Get in here, bro.

But with each dead end,
their loss became more painful.

An ox's neighbor, three letters.

I have no clue.

How come?

So, is this your new thing?

Crossword puzzles?

Yeah, been doing them
since my girl broke up with me.

Why'd you join the force?

-Vidal told you to be extra nice to me?
-No.

It's just a question.

I was a big fan
of Magnum P.I. The show.

Here I am now. Perpignan,

the hot sun, a couple of palm trees
by the train station.

I have the mustache, hmm,
and a crappy car.

Are you still mad about what happened?

Come on. I was just hazing you
to welcome you, it's because you're new.

Yeah, my sweep kick was to
thank you for the welcome.

Grotesque.

-Hmm.
-In six letters. It's plural.

He's coming out.

That's him, that's him.

Come on. Go, go, go.

10-4, copy. Do you read me?

Do you have eyes on suspect?

Shit, he's got his own van.

Hey, Eric. Can you run me a plate?

Okay, stay on him. We can't lose him now.

It's a van, color orange.

Plate number nine-seven-four,
uniform, bravo, six-six.

He's turning right.

So the vehicle was
reported stolen five months ago.

It was last registered to
a guy named Florian Calve.

You believe he's stolen that van himself?

How come it's not registered in his name?

He probably bought it off the street.

Yeah, I'm not sure.

He's turning on Rue Blanchard.

Maybe he spotted us, huh?

-We're too close behind him.
-It's possible.

He's turning right.
I repeat, he's turning right.

He's parking in front of Cafe Figueres.

-So now what?
-We tail him on foot.

- You sure
-Come on. Let's go.

B-13 has reached
the location as assigned.

Whoop.

-Bonsoir.
-Bonsoir.

What would you like?

-Um, how about a beer?
-You got it.

-Brisk night.
-Yeah, sure.

You from around here?
I've never seen you before.

Just passing through. Merci.

Where are you from?

Le Havre.

What brings you around here?

-Some work. I'm in sales.
-I see.

Yeah, so...

What do you sell?

I sell cars.

-And so, what about you?
-Well, I'm a doctor.

Very nice.
I guess you're buying then.

-Right?
-Two beers, please.

You got it.

The suspect is
a white male, six feet tall.

Last seen going eastbound
on foot on main street.

He was wearing jeans, a white
sweater jacket, and white running shoes.

We have
an unmarked vehicle parked by the station.

Frank? What's he doing in the cafe?

I'm going in.

These two morons are having a damn drink.

Hurry the fuck up!

This asshole chose me as
his drinking buddy. The fuck.

-Do you think he made you?
-Can't be sure.

He came right up to me. Felt like
he was some kind of feral animal.

-It didn't feel right to me, man.
-What do you mean?

I mean, I didn't feel right.
He's a bad guy.

Just look at him.

He's leaving.

He's headed home.

Do you think he knows
he's under surveillance?

I don't see how, but still.
We have to be careful with this guy.

I'll alert our colleagues to
come and relieve us, okay?

We're not losing him.

Hey, Eric, time to call it a night.

Hey, there's a new car ready for you.

Back at the base.

-It's nothing fancy, but...
-It gets the job done.

10-4, captain.
All units are in pursuit.

Word of advice. Try and get some rest.

Be back at 7:00 a.m. tomorrow.

♪ What have I become? ♪

♪ My sweetest friend ♪

♪ Everyone I know ♪

♪ Goes away in the end ♪

♪ You could have it all ♪

♪ My empire of dirt ♪

♪ I will let you down ♪

♪ I will make you hurt ♪

Baby. Go back to sleep, okay?

-You good?
-I'm good.

We're going to get him tomorrow.

And it will be over, I promise.

What do you mean?

Hmm?

Nothing.

Just go back to sleep, honey.

-Is that an order?
-Mmm.

-Are you sure?
-I'm sure.

-I can watch it alone tomorrow.
-Manu, come on!

Fine.

-Okay, hang on.
-Babe, we can just...

watch it on high speed, no sound.

-We just look for the girl, okay?
-Mmm. Okay.

-You ready?
-Mmm.

-There. That's her there, right?
-I don't know. I can't see.

-I can't do this.
-I know, close your eyes and I'll watch.

It's not her! I don't see her tattoo!
It's not her.

-Sure? Are you sure?
-Thank God. It's not our Tatiana.

-It's okay.
-Oh, thank God.

It's not her.

-Man, I'm fucking starved.
-Yeah, me, too.

He's on the move.

He just stopped. To have a conversation?

-Who's he talking to?
-I don't know.

He's behind the column. I can't see shit.

Okay, he's leaving now.

-Damien, you got eyes on him?
-I'm on him, yes.

Find out why he stopped.
I'm talking to you.

He's a bit odd, sure,
but he's not a bad person.

How long have you lived here?
Is it recent?

No, I was born here.

-I know the whole building.
-Oh, yeah?

And Palomyno, how long has he lived here?

-Mmm. Three years?
-Hmm.

I don't know, but he... He's a good man.

-Trust me. Kind, very helpful.
-For example?

He always offers to carry my grocery bags.

He takes out the trash.
He even stitched me back up.

Wait, what do you mean
he stitched you back up?

I cut myself while I was cooking.

So, he got his doctor kit
and gave me stitches.

Didn't even ask me to pay.

-That is nice. Wow.
-Yep.

-Didn't make you pay a penny.
-Interesting.

-Your window looks onto Palomyno's?
-Yes.

Sometimes he stands in the window
and asks me to keep an eye on his van.

And why is that?

Because my window looks down
on his parking space.

Come on, like anyone
would steal that shitty van,

or they'd want to buy it
just 'cause he cleaned it

-for once in his life.
-Hmm.

-You saw him wash that beat-up van?
-No,

but, uh, I know he cleaned it,

because a little boy's football
got stuck underneath.

So, I helped the kid get his ball back.

And that's when I saw the van
had been cleaned up properly.

And when was that?

The 21st.

-Is that right?
-Mmm-hmm.

How can you be sure
it was the 21st?

Because I missed my train
after I helped the boy with his ball.

Okay, then. Très bien.

Judge Costa? It's Captain Vidal.

I'm calling because the evidence
is starting to make some sense.

He stole surgical equipment.

He's practicing medicine
with a forged diploma.

And his neighbor
has black curly hair just like Leila's.

Okay, but that's still
circumstantial evidence.

Sure, but he has a big van, too.

He washed it the day after the murder.
It all makes sense.

It's all connected.

So tell me, where is he now?

At the hospital. Don't worry.
He's under surveillance.

You plan to question him there?

No. That would be way too risky.
Too many people, too many exits.

What I'd like to do is set up
an operation below his apartment.

That way, we can control
the situation better.

-Okay. Keep me posted.
-Thank you for trusting me.

Okay, Captain.

HOSPITAL

Damien to Flore, no updates?

No, but I have eyes on the van.

What the fuck is he doing?

He's usually headed home around this time.

She's gonna mess this up.

Why would you say that?

-She's too green.
-It's a very difficult case,

but you didn't want me to lead
surveillance with Damien. Too bad for us.

Man, what is your damn problem with her?

Hmm? What is it?

She's a cop, okay?
Just like you, just like me.

Like you've never been a rookie?

You were new, I was new, he was new, too.

She's the same as all of us.

She just needs to learn the ropes.
You know that.

That's how this works.

Okay, talk to me again
after she gets all of us fucking killed.

Hey, could you shut
your damn trap for once, huh?

My ears need a vacation.

Flore, it's Vidal.

-Any updates?
-Negative.

Police! Let her go!

Pardon me.

My mistake.

-My God, what's wrong with her?
-I'm so sorry.

Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.
Fuck me. Fuck me.

Oh, shit. The fucking van.

Flore, it's Damien. What's happening?

Damien, it's Flore. I lost the van.
Do you have eyes on it?

Which exit did he take?

Hello? North or south? Which one?

Flore, it's Damien. North or south?

-Which exit is it?
-Where is he? Where did it go?

Is it the north or south exit?

Hey, Flore.
Tell me you have eyes on the van.

Tell me you've found him!

Come on, Flore!

To all units.

We've lost him.

Unbelievable.

Goddamn it, how have you
messed this one up?

Are you all a bunch of fucking morons?

-Where is he now?
-We're not sure.

We left a team at his place.
He hasn't come back yet.

-So who set up this shit operation?
-It was me.

Come on. I'm the one to blame.
As team leader,

-it's my responsibility.
-Yes, it's your fault. Exactly.

But did you at least
try to search his apartment?

It was at the end of our shift.

What are you waiting for? An invitation to
his freakin' birthday? For fuck's sake!

You need to wake the fuck up!

What kind of unit are you?
Zero initiative,

you either mess things up or do nothing.

What the hell? Where the fuck
are we going? Give me answers.

-Who's hearing warrants tonight?
-Judge Delorme.

Oh, yeah? That's a shame.
We'll never get a warrant from him.

Certainly not with
circumstantial evidence.

Well, no.

Okay, then. Get our guy's photo
and license plate number

-out to all the units and patrols.
-Already sent.

Voilà. But don't forget to notify customs.

We don't want him running off to Spain.

Okay, then. Are we clear?

We need to bring this fucker in.

So, I need all units to scour the city
until we catch him.

Is that clear? Fuck! Answer me.

-Clear?
-Yes, sir.

Merci!

Look, I messed up. I'm sorry.

Sorry isn't going to cut it.

I trusted you. I told you not to
let that damn van out of your sight.

Follow your instincts, but your job
is to obey my damn orders.

What does Palomyno do when things heat up?

He cuts out, moves on, changes cities,
changes hospitals.

He's a paranoid, slippery little eel.
He could be anywhere now. My God!

Hey, she's just a rookie, right?

Calm down. Come on, Flore. Calm down.

So did they ever teach you how to run
a Mad Max at the police academy?

-What's that?
-Ah, good.

A Mad Max is when you perform
a search without a warrant.

Are you mad?

Anything we find
will be deemed inadmissible.

Yeah, fine, but not
if we keep it between us.

-What do you think?
-What are we looking for?

Any leads that'll help us find him.

-And Vidal?
-What's he gonna do?

Send me back where I came from?
You need to get back on the horse, kid.

Vidal, we'll leave him out of it,
he just had a baby.

-What?
-Mmm, you didn't hear it from me.

He's waiting to wrap this up
to tell the rest of the team.

-Okay then.
-Okay what?

Like riding a bike.

What is all this shit?

Hey. Hey, isn't that Leila's jacket?

We'll get it when we have the warrant.

-You coming?
-You search that side, okay?

Mmm.

-Can you handle it?
-Mmm-hmm.

Man, this guy's a hoarder.

He keeps everything.

We just have to dig.
His whole life is here.

What the...

Over here!

Calling all mobile units,

we're looking for an orange van.

License plate number nine-seven-four,
uniform, bravo, six-six.

Calling all units,
we have just located the vehicle.

License plate number nine-seven-four,
uniform, bravo, six-six.

He's parked on Rue de Turin,
near the warehouses.

I need all units to head to Rue de Turin.

Nobody can truly disappear
off the face of the earth.

But there are some who know
how to become invisible.

And there are men who lurk in
the shadows always ready to pounce.

So they can drag you off into the dark.

Where the fuck is he?

It's okay. I have eyes on him.

Okay, go, go, go!

Police! Put your hands up!

Don't fucking move, you hear me?

-On your knees.
-Apologies.

I need you on your knees! Now! Fucker!

-Let's go.
-On the ground.

Come on, let's go.

Olivio Palomyno,
as of tonight at 11:25 p.m.,

you are under arrest for murder.

-We got him guys, he's ours.
-Come on.

-Let's go.
-Hijo de puta.

Get your ass in the car. Come on.