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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.

Road tripping with you guys
is loads of fun.

What do you want?
You want me to sing you a song?

Okay, this is where we part ways.

We'll question the suspect at
the Toulouse HQ, then meet you guys.

The husband parked his car there.

He dragged his wife
all the way down there.

-What did he kill her with?
-Kitchen knife.

-What else?
-What do you mean?

The body had no blood

-when you found it, right?
-Yeah.

So, when he removed the body parts,

he must have had a table
and surgical instruments.

He did everything with
his kitchen knife. There.

-But how did he do it?
-Let me read you his statement.

No, please show us.

I'll be the victim.

You be the killer.

No, that's not a good idea.

Well, how else are you gonna understand?

Okay, this is what he said,
"First, I rolled her on her side."

Well, come on. Get over here.

Okay.

He said her breasts were hanging
and with one hand, he grabbed them.

He pulled them up with the other hand.

He sliced into her between his hand
and the ribs, along the bone.

Okay.

He said he did that to take back
what she wouldn't give him anymore.

I don't understand.
There had to have been blood.

The coroner thinks
the soil absorbed all the blood.

It had rained
and the ground was damp and porous.

What?

Well, that's all for me.

-Merci.
-Merci.

-Good luck with your case.
-Merci.

-Thank you for coming.
-Goodbye.

So? Did you guys question him?

No, he was in a psych eval.

He's a 49-year-old truck driver.
One of our regulars.

He's already been convicted of
domestic violence with intent.

He just walked into the police station,
all by himself, and confessed. No lawyer.

What's wrong with this guy?

Doesn't matter, he's not our guy.

They established a timeline for him
and known associates.

He was never in Perpignan
at the time of the murders.

-For none?
-None.

Not a single one.

So, we came here for nothing.
That's just great.

We didn't come for nothing. We know
he killed her in the field at night,

with no light, and with a kitchen knife.

Yeah, and that the coroner came to
the wrong conclusion on Leila.

Yeah, you're right.

That's the only thing we're sure of
from the start. That he was a doctor.

That's just insane.

Back to square one.

I hate square one,
but not as much as I hate this killer.

-I can't believe this.
-Go ahead.

We'll follow.

I didn't apologize to you back then.

I didn't do it properly.

But I should've...

I should've done it sooner.

So, I'm really sorry.

You were always so uptight and weird
with me in the beginning, I was like,

I was just afraid to talk to you
about what happened.

Afraid that you would, uh...

Would what? Would report you?

Don't worry, I knew it wouldn't
stop you guys from doing it again.

What do you mean, "guys"?

Well, you and men like you.

You're everywhere.

It's... it's 'cause of guys like you,
we're afraid of walking home,

afraid of being assaulted.

Afraid of being...

too provocative, afraid of being insulted.

We can't dance the way we want,
or unwind, or have fun.

We're always checking our watches,

we're always asking ourselves
if it's not too late to walk home alone.

And each time we notice a guy
awkwardly staring at us,

we ask ourselves
if we need to change sidewalks,

or seats on the bus, or the train,

or if we'll have to defend ourselves.

But with what?

Is there anything in my handbag I can use?

Could I use my keys?

And every time I fall in love,
I think to myself,

"I hope this guy's stable
and won't end up hitting me."

We're always on the lookout.

We make sure the building door
closes behind us.

And when... something
really does happen to us,

nobody actually gives a fuck.

THE LOST STATION GIRLS

YEAR 2000

Every New Year
brings the same hope,

that everything can change.

-Do you know anyone?
-No one at all.

-Cheers!
-Here's to you.

-Here's to a great year.
-Merci.

Cheers, Happy New Year.

Here's to the start of a new year.

-To our health.
-To Tatiana.

-Soon.
-Happy New Year to you both.

To you, too, Carmen.

-Here's to you, Carmen.
-Cheers.

The investigation into Tatiana's
disappearance had finally been reopened.

Marie-Jo hoped that linking her fate
to the other victims' families

would eventually reveal the truth.

ARRIVAL - DISAPPEARED
HOUSE OF PASCAL LAGNEAU - NEAR STATION

Have you caught him yet?

No.

It's now been over a year,
and we're stuck.

We try to keep the case alive.

We continue to check criminal backgrounds,
interview suspects,

but in truth, we have nothing.

Yeah, drives me nuts
when I can't find what's wrong.

I could never be a detective.

I'm better off behind my machines.

There's always a solution to be found.

Mmm. Yeah, no kidding.

You know, I heard that they're sending
someone down from Paris to help you guys.

-Who's "they"?
-Pfft. No idea.

-Eight, seven, six...
-Listen!

...five, four, three, two, one.

Happy New Year!

Whoo!

So, is it global chaos yet?

Guess not.

-Happy New Year, then.
-Happy New Year.

You want to know what their proposal is?

Hmm?

They want me to change groups,

go back to Narcotics.

I know what they really want.
They just want to take over this case.

Obviously, I said no.

There's no way
they're benching me on this.

No way at all.

This case is my case to solve.

It's mine, and no one else's.

On top of that, when you're a narc,
you spend half your week on stakeouts.

So it's better if I stay where I am,
I get to spend more time at home.

Ah.

-Flore!
-Hey!

-What took you so long?
-I was working.

Where's Sabueso?

Uh, he said he was too old.

This is Martin.

-How are you?
-Fine. And you?

-And Vidal?
-Oh, I don't know.

Champagne?

No, vodka.

-Vodka?
-Vodka, double.

-Goodbye to this shitty year!
-Goodbye to this shitty year!

-Do you want to sit down?
-No, I'm fine, thanks.

♪ What is love? Baby, don't hurt me ♪

♪ Don't hurt me, no more ♪

♪ Baby, don't hurt me
Don't hurt me, no more ♪

♪ What is love? ♪

♪ No, I don't know why you're not there ♪

♪ I give you my love ♪

Excuse me, could you
leave her alone, please?

♪ So what is right and what is wrong? ♪

♪ Give me a sign ♪

I don't need a chaperone.

What's your problem with me this time?

You're trying to mark
your territory like some dog.

Like some dog? Are you fucking kidding me?

I just came to help you!

Oh, but you don't need help.
You're a super strong woman, right?

You don't need anybody.
Not me, not anyone.

Well, you know what? You're right.
You keep doing everything by yourself.

-Happy New Year.
-Happy New Year!

He has to come!

Yeah, I remember that.

He kept insisting

and I kept saying, "No",
but he wouldn't listen.

Did you see him leave?

Whoo!

What are you doing?

Keep your hands to yourself, dude.

-Delaunay, Bernard Delaunay.
-Mmm-hmm.

It's nothing against you, personally,

but I'm not sure what a criminologist
can bring to our team, to be honest.

-A new set of eyes.
-Oh, I see.

-Indeed.
-Okay.

It's been nearly 18 months
and you haven't progressed.

It's not like we haven't been working.

We've reviewed
every sexual predator profile,

worked with all the regions, traveled...

Yes, and that's all very good.

So why deprive yourselves
of this help? Hmm?

Captain, just give me a desk,
access to the files,

and permission to be
part of your morning briefings.

I won't be a burden to you.

In fact, if you're interested,

I can share my preliminary findings
with your team.

Okay, I'll go get the rest of my things.

Captain, I'd like you to re-interview
some of the people of interest

in the Tatiana Andujar case.

-Who do you want me to talk to?
-The family and friends.

Runaway or not,
she disappeared for a reason.

So I want every testimony
re-examined carefully.

Right away.

And every time
I go to the Perpignan station,

I discover in my brain such sublime ideas,

that it is a kind of
true imaginative ejaculation

and I get to a point...

-Why are we watching this?
-No idea.

All of Humanity's great inventions

took place on the exact center
of Perpignan's station.

A local journalist suggests
there was a possible link

-between the murders and the painter Dalí.
-Yeah, I read that.

But Dalí has an alibi. He's dead.

Indeed, but if he were alive,
you would've questioned him.

Dalí depicts the Perpignan train station
as the center of the world.

A place of collusion
for all cosmic forces.

Furthermore, he was impotent,

and everything in his paintings
shows his fear of women.

If you have a suspect,

check if he has a passion for the painter.

You could also check out people
who are collectors,

or curators, or even art dealers.

I was informed that you don't have
very many leads to follow up on.

Is that correct?

Oh, sorry, give me a sec.

Yes, hello.
Uh, thank you for calling me back.

This comes from Delorm, and I...

I couldn't get out of it.

Well, he does have
a mixed bag of ideas. Let's see.

I can always
look into art collectors.

-Really? Are you kidding?
-Well, why not?

It's either that or go around
and interview every pervert.

I mean, come on,
last week it was that psycho

who cuts up stuffed roadkill
with a scalpel.

The week before that, it was the fetishist
who runs after women in stilettos. Really?

I mean, a fan of Dalí's, maybe he's right.

If it makes the judge happy,
then do it, okay?

He also wants us to review
all the statements in the Tatiana case.

Her family, close friends, everyone.

Anything strange that happened that day.

-I'm on that one.
-Merci, Emille.

-I might also have something.
-Yeah?

Yeah, we got a call
from a waitress the other day.

Her name is Alice Martinelli.

Says she saw Marianne
the day she went missing.

And she decides to call
after a year and a half?

Yeah, I know, but I should
still talk to her, it could be worth it.

Yeah, you're right.

Follow up on every lead we have.

-Excuse me.
-How can I help you today?

I would like to talk to
Alice Martinelli, please.

You can find her inside.

Why didn't you come
and tell us about this back then?

I don't know.

When I saw her photo in the paper,
I thought I recognized her, but...

What would I have told you?

"I think I saw this girl get into a car."

I didn't want to waste your time, and...

I was also afraid the killer
would come after me.

Could you describe the young woman
you saw that evening?

It was a while ago.

She was a brunette,

she had a nice figure,

and a beautiful smile, too.

Do you remember anything else?

No.

Oh, wait, I do. She was wearing shorts.

-I know for sure she was.
-Why is that?

Because I told myself, "She's so lucky
to have pretty legs to wear shorts."

Why are we doing this?

Why the fuck are we doing this?

You wanna wear your blue shirt?

I don't wanna go.
I don't want us to look like idiots.

You can also wear
the yellow one if you want.

Would you stop?

-I can't do this. I can't take it anymore.
-Shh!

Don't you get it?

Marie-Jo...

-It's time for you to accept that--
-Don't!

I'm just saying that...

we may never know what happened
and we have to accept it.

Would you look at us?

Look at how we live!

Do you really think
she'd want to see us like this?

I think she wouldn't want us
to give up on her.

Come with me.

Come with me, please?

Manuel.

No, you're wrong.
I'm sorry, but I don't agree.

With the other waiter,
she's the second one to recognize her,

who saw her the day she went missing,
and mentions the shorts.

What else do you need? I don't understand.

And what exactly do you want us
to do with her statement? Huh?

Tell me. Because there are a lot of girls
who wear shorts around here.

Interview her again
and interview the other witness.

Fine, but she can't remember
what the driver looks like.

Or even what kind of car Marianne got in.

I mean, she won't magically remember.

Excuse me, sorry to interrupt.

-I know someone who can help you.
-Really?

He's had wonderful results
with many of your colleagues.

Christian Delsart.

-Ah.
-Who's this Delsart?

How are you today, Alice?

Are you comfortable?

Yes, thank you.

I'm a little stressed.

You don't need to worry,
everything will be fine.

Start by relaxing your body.
I'll ask you a few questions.

-We'll start the hypnosis session, okay?
-Okay.

You need to remember your memories.

I will help you access the memories
you might have unconsciously suppressed.

You will be in
complete control at all times,

and you can stop whenever you want to.

I want you to think back and remember
the night of June 16th, 1998.

The time is between
9:30 and 10:00 at night.

You're in the car with your friend.

Do you see yourself?

Yes.

Where are you going?

My place.

We just spent all day
at the beach with a friend

and now we're on our way back home.

-Are you the one driving?
-No. My friend's driving, Mathias.

Tell me what you see, Alice.

There are people in the street,
there is a soccer game.

Now, we're close to the Café Figueres,
but the cars are stopping.

Why?

There's a girl.
She's hitchhiking and a car has stopped.

What does the car look like?

It's a white car.

Do you recognize
the make and model?

No.

I just know it's white.

Tell me, what else do you see?

I see the girl.

She's leaning into the car
and talking to the driver.

I smile, because I see
she's wearing the exact same earrings

I wish I had but can't find anywhere.

I don't have all day.
What's that guy doing?

Mathias is complaining.

If you want to pick up a floozy,
go somewhere else!

What happens after?

Mathias is fed up.
He pulls out of the lane.

He drives, then stops near the car
blocking traffic and insults the driver.

What does he say?

"Hey, jackass!
You're blocking the road

for everybody with your piece of shit!"

That's very good, Alice.

Now, I'm going to ask you
to only concentrate on the moment

when you pull up
next to the white car, okay?

Now, slowly, as if you were
watching it in slow motion.

Do you see the driver?

Yes. Yes, I see him.

Describe him to me.

He's heavy set.
He's wearing an orange T-shirt.

His hair is slicked back,
and he's wearing sunglasses on his head.

He has light brown or brown hair.

Tell me,
do you see his face now?

Almost.

I see him.

He has beady eyes.

Something blinds him, so he looks away.

Next to him is Marianne.

-Hurry up.
-Quick, hurry up, it's starting.

...and welcome to
a new edition of our show

that focuses on our society.

-I'm your host, Jacques Dupont.
-Ah.

Marie-Jo and Manuel Andujar, hello.

Bonsoir.

Thank you for having the courage
to come here tonight.

Your daughter, Tatiana, went missing
near the Perpignan train station

on September 24,1995.

How old was she?

17 years old.

How do you manage
to keep going each day?

Well, we have
three other children. Three boys.

And it's thanks to them we keep smiling,
we keep believing.

There's no way we can give up hope.

I mean, if we were to give up hope,
we'd stop living.

I'll always fight for her
and never give up hope.

I want to find my daughter.
I'll do whatever's necessary.

And I... I would just like to
say something to Tatiana,

if maybe she's watching us tonight,
who knows.

Um...

First, I want to say I love her
more than anything.

And, uh,

just, uh... send us a note or a sign...

if you're stuck somewhere. That's all.

I'll never give up hope.

It's so hard for the kids.

Marc. Come on, please.

-Hey, come on. I really need it, please.
-No.

Come on, please!

Ask mom. Why would you think
I don't need the money?

I asked them already.
Would you please lend me some money?

-Please, please, please...
-You're such a pain.

Fine, but I'm borrowing your CD player.

♪ Before I get out ♪

You can't say no to her.

No, I can't.

♪ Than life could ever grant me ♪

♪ Bored by the chore ♪

Sorry, guys. I can't do better than this.

The description the witness gave us
is way too vague.

We would need at least
a dozen additional character traits

to obtain a satisfactory result.

-I'll run it through the system.
-That's gonna be a waste of time.

Right, you're gonna get
thousands of profile results.

A Caucasian with a round face,

hair slicked back, brown or light brown,
with beady eyes.

You just described my brother-in-law.
For real.

That's our guy.

Why not, okay, do what you want.

I'll run him through the system.

Oh, you're all here. What good timing.

Marianne's murder is similar,

and at the same time,
messier than Leila's.

Have you considered that
the killer could be a copycat?

An imitator or even an accomplice
who could have done this at his request?

At the request of whom?

Olivio Palomyno.

He was a forger
and he knew a bunch of criminals.

Let's presume he killed Leila.

He's sent to prison.

From there, he asks one of his friends
to follow in his footsteps.

This friend of his, less experienced,

doesn't live up to the precision
of the master,

but good enough to free Palomyno.

Your weasel.

Maybe, yeah.

That was also one of my theories.

Detective Alves for dispatch.

Come on.

When Delaunay got here,
you said he was a clown.

Now you want to follow
every theory he has. Are you serious?

Palomyno hired someone
to commit a murder from prison?

It's possible, right?

Maybe we weren't wrong.
Maybe it was Palomyno.

Maybe Marianne didn't die
because I screwed things up,

because I wasn't able to find
his accomplice.

Franck,

you got to stop thinking like that.

Okay?

Yeah.

Franck, I'm your friend,
but you have to decide.

You either want to find the truth,

or you want to
keep believing you're right.

We know how these cases get solved.

We end up getting lucky
or that asshole starts over again,

and we wait for him to make a mistake.

-Captain!
-Yes?

I checked everything from the day
Tatiana went missing.

In Manuel Andujar's statement,

he said she called at 3:00 and 6:30
in the afternoon on September 24th.

First call was to ask him
to pick her up at the station.

The second was to say
she'd find a way to get home on her own.

Okay, but we already know this.

Yeah, but we didn't know what we'd find
if we cross-checked the phone records.

-There's only one incoming call?
-There never was a second call.

That doesn't mean anything.
He could have gotten his dates mixed up.

Maybe. Hopefully he did, but shit, now...

I have to go tell the judge,
at least to inform him.

You're too late.
Delaunay already told him.

The judge ordered
a search at the Andujars'.

-You're kidding.
-No. Tomorrow, 6:00 a.m.

I'll bring the coffee.

It's almost 6:00 a.m.
We can officially enter then.

Is everyone on your team here?

-And because of this discrepancy...
-Is this about Tatiana?

We're here on official business.

Well, then, what's this about?

I was just explaining to your husband.
We don't have a choice.

We have to search your house.

-You're kidding me?
-I wish I were, ma'am.

Can you handle this?

Come with me, sir. Come with me.

Back then, when you made your statement
to the Gendarmeries, remember?

Yeah.

You said your daughter
had called you twice that afternoon.

Yeah, maybe it's possible, yeah.

Yeah, problem is that
she only called you once.

I don't know
what do you want me to say.

I must've mixed up the dates.

She always called to notify us.

When she went missing, I didn't know
it was the last time I'd see her.

-I didn't think I'd be questioned.
-Yeah.

There's a moment
in each investigation

when, despite all your efforts,

you find yourself back where you started,
as if no progress had been made.

I can't remember what she said.

Like maybe, "Dad, I'll see you later."

Okay. Merci.
We'll try and make this quick, okay?

Okay.

You, stay at the door.

Good morning.

What'd you find so far?
Need any help?

-Bring it here.
-Okay.

-You see that?
-Go ahead, take photos.

What about the dresser?
I'll go through it.

Look, make sure you inventory everything.

-Get help, if you want.
-Okay.

-Hey, would you be careful, please?
-What? Oh, yeah. I'm sorry.

Were photos taken
of this room? I finished the kitchen.

Oh, no.
Please, don't touch that.

I finished taking photos of
the parents' bedroom and bathroom.

Okay, good.
Let's review the rooms.

born on 03/09/78
Weight: 36

We have to check and see
what's at the bottom of the well.

-Are you there yet?
-Yeah, almost.

How deep is it?
Are you measuring it?

-He's almost there.
-What's the ETA? Five minutes?

If there's nothing,
he comes back.

Let's hope there's nothing.

Hi there.

If you're looking for my sister,
you won't find her here.

-So?
-There's nothing. It's empty.

Sure? We all agree,
we came here for nothing, right?

Yes. Half hour left.

Okay.

There's nothing.

This was never against you.

It's just procedure.

I'm so sorry.

Finally some new serious leads?

The poor woman was in total shock.

Captain,

I'm really sorry, but, uh, I'm being
called to Lille on a double homicide.

It's rather gruesome.
They need to see me right away.

And I'm terribly, terribly sorry

if my theories have triggered all this
hysteria around your investigation.

Uh, nonetheless, uh, here's my report.

Here you go.

But, uh, you're already familiar with
the main points of my conclusions.

Leila and Marianne were killed by
two different men working together.

But if one of them is Olivio Palomyno,

the other must be a man
more well-integrated in society.

He's certainly very intelligent.

Un-suspectable, even.

One thing that is certain,
your killer is obsessed with dead women.

Alive, he couldn't
care less for them. Mmm.

Captain.

Brenda, you ready?

-We're rolling?
-Yes.

-Okay. How do I look?
-Fantastic.

-Whenever you're ready, Brenda.
-Oh, perfect.

Death, death, death.
Okay, good. Good, good, good.

Mrs. Anouar.

Thank you so much for having us
in your beautiful house in Perpignan,

in the South of France.

You were the mother of
Tatiana Anouar, a young girl--

Uh, Andujar.

-Mmm?
-An... Andujar.

Yes, sorry. My bad.

You are the mother of Tatiana Andujar,

a young girl
who disappeared five years ago,

an evening of September 1995.

Yes.

How do you live with this pain every day?

Is it difficult?

Yes, it's difficult.

I don't think you ever really learn
to live with it ever.

You've been looking for her
at drug-fueled rave parties,

in Russian mafia prostitution rings,
on porn film sets.

Where else could your daughter be?

Where else could you look?

Everywhere. This is why
I'm here with you today. It's...

because I want everyone
to help me to... to find her.

Since then, two other girls, Leïla Chakir

and Marianne Perez have gone missing.

They both looked a lot like Tatiana.

And they both were found dead,
horribly mutilated.

Do you think this could be
the work of a serial killer?

I don't know.

Yes, everyone in Perpignan
seems to have their own theory.

Some think it could be a sadistic doctor,

and others believe the killer
may have been inspired

by the gruesome paintings
of Salvador Dalí.

What do you think?

Well, I think it's a real shame
we're talking about the killer.

I would prefer to talk about my daughter.

I would love to tell you
how beautiful her smile is.

How pretty, strong, happy,
and independent she is.

She's so much more interesting
than the killer.

Wouldn't you agree?

Nora,

Julie? Here, your checks.

We always hang on to hope.

Goodnight, see you.

Hope of a better life.

-Did this shrink or what?
-I know!

Hope for a fairer world.

I can't believe we earn so little.
What a pain for nothing.

Look at how much they took out.

It's not much, but it's something.

-I'm taking the last one.
-Okay.

And hope that this nightmare
will eventually end.

-No, I'm gonna walk.
-No, don't do that.

Don't worry about me.

You shouldn't walk home at night.
Want me to drive you?

-Don't worry, it's not far.
-Okay, fine, I'll see you tomorrow.

-Can you come in early?
-Sure, I'll be here at 1:00.

Deep down, we all knew it.

He would kill again,

and he would inevitably make a mistake.

No, my home's not far away.

Well, okay.

Don't worry, I'm fine.