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Siren

. . .

EMT1: Unconscious patient, initial indications of dimethylmercury poisoning.

Prepare the toxicology team and a spot

in intensive care, we arrive in 10 minutes, thank you.

ASTRID: Mm-mm. You are wrong, you must not be wrong.

Cmdr Coste was not exposed to dimethylmercury.

- I only let you on because your friend has police ID, okay?

So let me do my job, okay?

- 'Okay.' Only, if Cmdr Coste had been exposed to dimethylmercury,

her epithelial tissue would be damaged.

Her left ring finger shows only a slight redness

characteristic of exposure to VX poison.

NICO: Trust her! Shit!

- Correction: Possible VX poisoning,

prepare a resuscitation protocol with isolation, please!

Beeping alarm

Bangs We have an arrest,

we have an arrest!

Steady alarm

EMT1: Prepare to shock! EMT2: Okay, here we go!

. . .

Defibrillator charging

EMT1: Okay, shock!

- CLEAR! Zap

Steady alarm

. . .

- No recovery of rhythm. I'm sorry.

- Her heart stopped beating.

She is dead.

Sobbing

♪

Her heart stopped— for seven minutes, anyway.

- But it started again, Astrid.

That's the most important thing.

Sorry about your wedding, Astrid.

- Why are you sorry?

- Because the marriage was interrupted before it was finalized.

ASTRID: That's right

But you had nothing to do with this interruption.

The Death of Raphaëlle

Door

DR: She's stabilized. Relieved sigh

- Can we see her?

- She's stabilized, but she's still in a coma.

It's not necessarily a bad thing.

It's the body's natural protective response.

For now we must leave her alone, she must rest.

You can come see her tomorrow, we'll have a clearer picture.

- Thank you.

Beeping. Respirator

- ...and although the two substances are organophosphorus neurotoxins,

VX poison stays effective after days on an object,

because of its viscous consistency, unlike sarin gas,

which is volatile. That's why the product was still active

when you put on Tetsuo's ring, Raphaëlle.

And that's what allowed Lamarck to act, while he himself was dead.

Only Tetsuo's ring was poisoned, I don't understand

why Alain Lamarck wanted to poison Tetsuo—

I'm talking to you while you seem to be sleeping.

Anyway, it's strange.

The doctor clarified that although you are in a coma,

it is possible that you can hear me.

DR: She's lucky to have you as a friend.

If you hadn't made the right diagnosis,

the consequences could have been much more serious.

- In the meantime, I really ruined your wedding. I'm sorry, Astrid.

- However, exposure to neurotoxic agents is never without consequences.

- But, she's out of the woods? - Absolutely not, Capt Perran,

the nervous system was affected, resulting in

muscle paralysis and cardiorespiratory arrest.

Neurological consequences cannot be ruled out.

- I couldn't have said it better myself.

- Speaking of, doctor, I wanted to tell you I can't feel my legs anymore.

I can't move them. - Do you think this'll last a long time?

- Unfortunately, only time will tell us how the situation will evolve.

In the meantime, I can't over-recommend stimulating her.

Keep in touch, okay? - Okay.

- Don't worry, my love,

we'll do everything to help you get back on your feet.

- Oh! 'My love,' I love it when you call me that, it's rare.

Don't worry, it'll be okay.

Fuck, no way.

- Yeah. Not enjoying the programs?

Hubert, Paris Hospital room 217, heart failure, at your service.

- Raphaëlle, room 416. - Don't count on the TV

to pass the time, it never works.

And here you'll quickly realize that we have a lot of time.

I can give you some tips if you want. - Thanks, but I don't intend to stay.

- Very well. See you soon.

- Hello, Raphaëlle.

- Hello, Astrid. I've been impatiently waiting for you.

I'm so bored here-

- I wanted to come during authorized visiting,

only Cmsr Bachert summoned me to the Crime Squad.

He requests my involvement in a new investigation.

- That's good. - I don't know, but I accepted.

However, I only accepted on one condition: to participate with you.

And Raph, I can't imagine going to a crime scene without you.

- Thank you, but you can see that it's impossible.

I can't move at all. - I know that perfectly well at the moment,

so I proposed a solution to Cmsr Bachert:

in order to involve you in the case per his request, and follow the doctor's orders

to stimulate you, I will call you from the crime scene

by activating the camera on my phone.

Gasps - That's a great idea!

- Raph, I hope you get well soon.

Knowing you are here is very uncomfortable for me.

- Goodbye.

- Come back soon, huh?

Thunder, Rain

ASTRID: Hello, Raphaelle. - Hello, Astrid.

- I'm holding my phone

so that you see and hear properly.

- Perfect, thank you. NICO: Hello, Astrid.

- Hello, Capt Perran. You can say hello to Raphaëlle if you wish.

- Hi, Raph.

Can she hear me? - Absolutely.

What do we have? - Pardon ?

- Cmdr Coste often says this when she arrives at a crime scene:

'So what do we have?' - Ha, that's true.

NICO: Well, listen, you'll see that

it's a bit unusual. In any case, I've never seen anything like it.

- Hm-hmm! You also say that almost every time.

- Astrid. - Yes?

- Admit it, you've never seen anything like this either.

How did they manage to crush the victim under this piano? It's crazy.

Knowing, Astrid, that the piano was originally here.

There are marks on the floor. It's on the other side of the room.

What are those?

- Bent spoons. Hm-hmm!

NICO: Well, Fournier?

Was he suffocated?

FOURNIER: It's not obvious at the moment, give me some time, because...

with that thing right there in the middle...

They had to work together to carry it

and drop it on the victim, I can see that.

ASTRID: Mm-mmm, these marks on the floor contradict

your theory, Capt Perran.

Their longitudinal regularity is incompatible with manual lifting.

Moreover, this piece of furniture blocks the piano's path.

The piano could not be carried, mm-mmm.

The piano was thrown six meters before hitting the victim.

- Astrid, you're not serious, it weighs 300 kilos!

Sorry, Captain, but Astrid's right.

Bruises and wounds

suggest that the victim was violently crushed.

I believe he was suffocated or he was choked.

- Fournier, that doesn't make sense. - (Oh, well, yes...)

- I can accept that four could carry it here, but throw it? No.

STELLA: According to Dr William Roll, the strength of poltergeists

is far greater than that of a human.

- Wait, who let you in? NORAH: Me!

NICO: Norah, we don't let strangers into a crime scene.

- Yes, I know! Do you recognize them?

They're the "Ghost Debunkers," the victim was one of them.

They have almost a million subscribers on YouTube — you recognize that, right?

- Mm-mmm. - No.

- They're ghost hunters.

LEO: Come on! Don't be afraid.

GUS: Stop it, you're stupid! I'm not at all scared!

Thunder-like sound echoing

- Okay, guys. We heard a dull noise.

Either we're dealing with a poltergeist, or it's a scam.

We'll find out together, okay?

- I can't get used to the fact that we're not going to see him again.

- The three of us started the channel 10 years ago.

We were still in high school.

- What do you talk about on your channel?

- The paranormal, as objectively as possible.

- I have a degree in neurobiology,

Léo had a master's in cognitive psychology, and

Stella blew everyone away, she has a doctorate in particle physics.

- 'Critical curiosity' or 'benevolent skepticism,' whichever you want.

- And no one has proven paranormal phenomena exist—

—no one has proven it doesn't exist, either.

- Exactly. The kind of thing Leo might've said.

- We've had weird stuff, but we spend most of our time dismantling fakes.

- So I guess you haven't made just friends. - Oh, no, that much is clear.

Especially those with fake channels about the paranormal.

- So we'd need a list of all the frauds you've uncovered.

- There is one that hasn't been released on the channel yet.

A bigger fish than usual that we've been investigating for a few weeks.

- Ah, Capt Perran, Ms Samsoni said 'a bigger fish.'

She is not talking about fishing, it is a figurative expression.

- Thanks for that. - He's not just a crook,

he's a big bastard.

- 'A big bastard' too. - (Okay.)

- He's a medium,

He's super talented and works with the jet set.

- A high-flying con man. We never found out his identity.

The guy calls himself Odin.

- 'Odin,' like the Viking god?

- 'Odin,' like the Viking god.

Léo Dumas, the victim, heard about him through neighbors

who hired this medium to try to get in touch with

their child, who died last winter at the age of 11.

- The poor couple. How can you recover from that?

- Only, Léo Dumas suspected that Odin

was an imposter taking advantage of their vulnerability to scam them.

- The medium has a hell of a motive.

- Stella Samsoni thinks Léo Dumas already had proof of the imposture.

Yesterday he called her while she was with Gus Leroux

shooting a video in a supposedly haunted mansion in Brittany.

- All right. That already eliminates them from our list of suspects.

- Leo Dumas told her he discovered something important,

but couldn't reveal anything over the phone.

- And we have no identity for this medium, right?

- Tomorrow morning Capt Perran will question Leo's neighbors

who hired the services of this medium.

- It's the end of visiting, ma'am. - (Oh!)

- Yes. I'm leaving. Raphaëlle,

I will suggest to the Crime Squad team that the next meeting

on this case takes place here, in your room.

The doctor stressed the importance of stimulating you,

and I certainly wouldn't want to take the risk

of not stimulating you enough.

- Oh, don't worry, I'm very well stimulated.

RAPH: One last thing.

Can you ask Théo to come see me?

RAPH: He hasn't come once.

I miss him.

- Good night, Raphaëlle. I hope you are well.

- Oh, no way! It's 2 am, do you never sleep?

- It's the most interesting time at the hospital,

I'll take you for a tour.

- Are you joking? You see I can't move.

How do we work this miracle, Hubert?

- Get up— and roll.

A coffee?

- I don't have any change. - Me neither.

Kick

Coins clatter

- This is good coffee. - Yes, it's a big mystery of the universe:

a hospital vending machine that makes excellent coffee.

Well, lady, what are you doing here? - VX poisoning.

VX is- - Yes, I know what VX is.

What do you do for a living

to be exposed to a military chemical weapon?

Do you work for the FSB?

- Funny, but you know, I've already been commissioned by the DGSE. Yep.

My real job is as a cop in the Crime Squad. What do you do?

- I've been sick for so long that I forget I ever had a job.

Heart failure, too old to benefit from a transplant.

My autonomy is so limited that I can't go out to see my daughter.

- Your daughter doesn't come see you? - No, she doesn't.

- My son is the same, he hasn't come once,

even though I almost went to the funeral home. Ingrate.

- What a guy! My daughter doesn't come to see me

because she's giving me the cold shoulder.

Your son, on the other hand, is scared. - Scared?

Scared of what? - Scared of being alone.

- All right, what do I say so he'll come see me?

- Stop asking him to come, tell him you love him.

Believe me, when you don't say it in time, you regret it later.

The nurses forbid me to drink,

but an old friend brings me this old Armagnac,

when she visits she tells me 'it's your life.'

He chuckles

- You'll have to give me the name of this old friend.

- It's not impossible that Léo's death is linked to his last investigation.

JEAN: What was the investigation?

- He was investigating an 'Odin,'

a medium he suspected of being an imposter.

- Odin is no imposter.

- You lost a son to meningitis, right?

MARYAM: ((Yes.))

- It must have been a terrible ordeal.

- I know, it sounds crazy, but...

Show him, darling.

MARYAM: This is an ordinary turntable,

and Odin never had access to it.

Audio crackles

Twenties jazz.

. . .

Do you hear it?

. . .

- I'm sorry, I don't hear anything.

- Wait, it doesn't always work. Stylus skritches

Crackle

Music replays

Child murmurs under music - That's it.

There it is, do you hear it?

. . .

- 'Mom, I love you.' Do you hear?

'Mom, I'm fine.' It's Jacques's voice,

I'm not wrong. Stylus

- It's 'instrumental transcommunication,'

a technique for transmitting messages from spiritual entities.

through an electronic device.

- I just have the impression of hearing voices recorded on a disc, but...

- The voice you heard isn't there every time. How do you explain that?

- Jacques was a boy like no other.

They laugh - It's true.

One day he held onto me just before a tile fell from the roof.

- Another time, you took the batteries

out of his remote-controlled car to punish him for something stupid.

Well, believe it or not— Jacques kept it running. Laughs

- He's a senior engineer at an arms manufacturer,

and she's finance director for a multinational.

What I mean is, they're ordinary.

I don't understand why they believe such things.

- That's what belief is,

we're ready to believe anything to endure the unacceptable.

- Did Mr & Mrs Slimani tell you how to contact Odin?

Intensive Care Unit

- Yeah. You have to let it ring three times and hang up.

Normally he calls back.

Norah tried with a prepaid, but he never called back.

- I think this callback thing is so that he can check the identity of the caller.

If he can't, he won't call back. - All right, so what do we do?

- Using an unassigned number, I created a profile

that I put online on different platforms on the internet.

You have an e-commerce-style bio—

—now Nico is an architect who has just lost his mother.

And you can try again.

- At least it's set up. ASTRID: Hm-hmm.

Ringing

One.

. . .

Two.

. . .

Three.

We have to hang up. Hm-hmm.

Your contact does not call back.

- Well, it's done.

Mobile rings once - Wait!

Hello?

- Hello, Nicolas. Odin will meet you this afternoon at 3 pm.

- This afternoon at 3, okay, where?

Hello ?

I have the address.

- There you have it, your appointment.

NICO: Hi, Théo.

ASTRID: Hello, Théo.

- Go on, come in.

- I... I'm sorry, I can't.

- Yeah, I'll talk to him.

Norah? Odin should've shown up 20 minutes ago.

It's off, he won't come.

He must've been watching me from afar and was suspicious of something.

Tell the team to withdraw. We'll meet at the squad.

- Hello, Nicolas.

- Odin? Coughs

I'm glad, I was afraid you wouldn't come.

It's funny, choosing Richelieu Park, because

I often came here with my mother when I was little.

- Don't tire yourself out, Capt Perran.

You're a very good actor, but I'm not an ordinary spectator.

- I don't understand.

- Don't mess with things you don't understand.

You're looking in the wrong place.

Leo Dumas had nothing on me, and I had no reason to kill him.

Thunder NORAH: Stop!

Stop!

Pained cry

- Nino, I beg your pardon, Maria didn't deserve that.

. . .

Engine revs

- Fuck, Nico! Why didn't you stop him?

- He called me Nino, the nickname my father gave me.

Norah, no one else ever called me that, how did he know?

- That's how they work, Nico! They find the little thing that hurts.

There's a trick to it, otherwise it wouldn't be possible.

- He touched me.

- No, Nico, seriously, you can't say that.

- No, no, he touched my hand! He might've left prints on my watch.

- Don't touch! Don't don't touch, don't touch, I'll call Forensics, don't move.

...and Odin's DNA matches with a file.

It's crazy. - We'll see.

- I dunno what'll come back, but

Astrid is currently going through the archives.

- That's great for her, it's like Christmas.

- Odin spoke of my father.

He spoke as if he were my father.

He called me Nino,

and he apologized for Maria.

- What you're saying's creepy. How could he have known?

Softly - I don't know how he knew.

I almost never talk about it to anyone.

- I know this is painful for you, but it's vital you keep a cool head.

Okay? - It's not easy to keep a cool head.

And it's hard— the apartment, without you.

It lacks chaos.

- I'll be home soon.

- I miss you, Raph.

Mobile vibrates

It's Astrid.

Yes, Astrid. I'm with Raph. I'll put you on speaker.

- Hello, Raphaëlle. Hello, Capt Perran.

The DNA on your watch appears in another file

that I found in Criminal Documentation.

This file concerns a homicide.

The victim's name was Stéphane Roy and he was 17 years old.

- Odin the medium allegedly killed a child?

- Only, the DNA found does not belong to the culprit.

The DNA found belongs to one of the people

who handed the culprit over to the police. Hm-hmm.

- I don't understand. - I'll list the elements for clarity.

In 2003, Stéphane Roy was murdered at 17.

His murderer was quickly identified.

This was Basile Toran, a Swiss citizen.

Only, he returned to his country of origin

and Switzerland refused to extradite him to France.

- Mmm. Classic.

- Some time later, Basile Toran was found tied up

in front of the Police Judiciaire building

in Epinay-sur-Orge.

He told the police he did not see his captors,

but Forensics was able to detect their DNA

on what he was tied with. NICO: And among this DNA

was Odin's, right?

- I have another call. RAPH: Okay, fine, but wait-

- Another call, another call, I have to take it.

- Astrid?

- Goodbye. - No- Astrid? Arrgh.

She annoys me when she does that.

- Have you arrived at Criminal Documentation?

THÉO: I- I'm in front.

- Very well. I'll open the door for you.

Beep I am-

'I am back.' I hung up on her.

I don't like call waiting.

Hello, Théo. - Hello.

- Thank you for coming.

- I know what you're gonna tell me, I have to go see Mom and all that.

- Mm-mm. I won't say 'have to.'

Our relationship does not give me the right to use the injunctive with you.

Laughs

- Thank you, Astrid. - You're welcome.

However...

a visit from you would likely stimulate Raphaëlle, she must be stimulated.

I think this could constitute

a positive element in her healing process.

- I know, but...

It's hard to see her like that, unable to move.

I can't do it.

- I understand that perfectly.

Knowing she's in the hospital is very uncomfortable for me.

Only,

she needs you, Théo.

She needs us.

- I- I'll try.

- Thank you.

- Goodbye, Astrid.

- Goodbye, (Théo.)

- Holy bike!

You're better equipped than me, I'm almost jealous.

- Yes. Engine, pipes, electronics, a power supply.

We're insignificant.

- Oh my, no, not this time. No, not for me!

- Meh!

- All right.

Oh-

Chuckles

Thanks.

- Hey, there are a lot of folks in your room.

- Oh, my colleagues?

Actually, not just colleagues, they're mostly my friends.

They're kind, they involved me in the ongoing case, it means a lot to me.

But...

It's a bit hard, because I really feel like a burden.

- Don't say that. - Yes, I assure you,

usually I'm all action, I swear.

But here, I don't know, I feel like I'm just an extra in their conversation.

In any case, they're going to a lot of trouble, it's nice.

- What is this ongoing investigation? - Oh no, no, Hubert,

I can't tell you about it. Investigation secrecy.

- Oh yes, I understand.

Tipsy - The craziest thing is the piano thing.

Forensics studied that baby, and it weighs 212 kilos.

Mind you, you need at least four people to carry it,

and not just anyone, bruisers.

No no, we're dry, it's a mystery.

- You know, the abilities of the human body are a recipe for amazing mysteries.

- What kind of mysteries? Guys who throw pianos?

I don't think so.

- Have you ever heard of telekinesis?

- Telekinesis? Yeah, like Carrie,

or guys who bend spoons from a distance.

Hubert, I'm a cop, all right? I'm supposed to be pragmatic.

- I think we're only at the beginning of our knowledge on these subjects.

Here: take for example the son who died of meningitis.

His parents told your colleague that he had a gift,

he operated toys without batteries.

- Toys that work without their batteries don't exist!

It's just his parents wanting to believe it.

- If you want my opinion, I'd dig into that.

- Yes, I'll think about it.

- What's up?

- In their investigation of Odin, the Ghost Debunkers already found some things.

- We started to identify leads on some of his clients,

but each time we hit dead ends.

- But with police resources

we obtained communication records and file access,

and even a little more. They say I'm doing pretty well.

We found this.

Three of his clients.

- Head of the CAC 40,* * Dow Jones of France

a politician, a TV presenter. * Dow Jones of France

His clients are not just anyone. - If you want my opinion,

- Frequenting a medium, among these people,

they don't shout it from the rooftops.

- We'll have to play it close.

- Except we didn't just spend the night looking for their names,

I also found two or three things that will help them talk.

- Hello, Raphaëlle.

- Hello, Astrid. - I was working at Criminal Documentation

when I realized that it was the time visits are allowed.

- No big deal.

- It is clearly difficult for me to change my habits,

but it seems to me that exceptional situations justify exceptional measures.

ASTRID: Hm-hmm.

I've decided to set up my space for reflection here in your room.

This is a complex file, but don't worry,

all of the documents here are copies of the originals.

I brought my tatami.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

- No, not at all, on the contrary.

- I'm going to take off my shoes.

- 'Odin'? Not bad. Why not Osiris while we're at it?

- 'Tracfin.' Does that mean anything to you?

It's not a god though. It's just the acronym for

the French Financial Intelligence Unit.

- I've got nothing against the idea of exposing him in broad daylight.

I wanted us to do a show together, but he never wanted to.

Carl

Secrecy was part of the deal.

- A man was important to me;

a man who was not my husband.

When he died, my life lost all meaning.

- I imagine that'd be a shock to your conservative electorate,

if they knew you were conversing with

your deceased lover through a medium?

- Alain was much more than a lover.

- When my father was alive, I always consulted him on important decisions.

With Odin, I can continue to do it.

- That's when you contacted Odin?

- When I met Odin,

he not only allowed me to communicate with him, but,

but to find meaning— meaning in my life.

- If you wanted secrecy, I imagine he avoided public places?

- Why do you say he'?

- Pardon?

- It's 'she.' Odin is a woman.

♪ JS Bach, Prelude and Fugue in C-Sharp Maj BWV 848

♪ . . . ♪

- The CEO described a man of average height with a shaved head, Persian-looking.

- Nothing like the guy we chased the other day.

- On my side, the TV guy claimed it was a brunette woman with blue eyes.

- A woman? Mobile vibrates

It's Astrid. Yes, Astrid?

- Hello, Capt Perran, it's Astrid. You're on speakerphone.

- You're on speaker too. On our side the interviews are quite mysterious.

Every client describes someone different to us, it's crazy.

- It is not crazy. In reality, they are all 'Odin.'

'Odin' is Odile, Damien, Ibrahim, and Noam.

- So it's not a pseudonym, but initials?

- Absolutely. Hmm!

Odin is not one person, but four persons. 1, 2, 3, 4.

What do these four people have in common?

They were all in care in the same home as Stéphane Roy.

I realized Odin is an acronym when I discovered their first names

in a file on the back of this photo.

Then I wrote their names one below the other,

and that brought out the acronym O D I N.

- Obviously he's younger in the picture,

but the guy we chased could be on the left.

- They were the ones who delivered Basile Toran,

Stéphane Roy's killer, to French justice.

- Perfect. We have the identities of each of the four.

- Very well, I'll send PJ officers to deliver official summons to everyone.

- Your simple presence, all four of you around this table,

your DNA on my watch, and the recording of our phone call,

should allow the great mediums that you are

to realize what deep in shit you're in!

So please save me some time.

IBRAHIM: We were a family.

So when one of us was murdered, we did all we could to bring his murderer to justice.

DAMIEN: It took us almost two years.

Two years of questioning witnesses, wiretapping, and surveillance

until we flushed out his killer in Zurich.

NOAM: Since it worked, our association continued, and we became ODIN.

NICO: A lucrative activity that flirts with illegality—

—eavesdropping, surveillance, hacking- ODILE: Not only!

We don't rip off clients like you think,

we compensate for their emotional emptiness.

There's a little staging, but the help we give them is very real.

- It isn't illegal. The divinatory arts are authorized,

and we pay our Social Security contributions.

- Hold on, this isn't fraud prevention here, it's the Crime Squad!

And we have a problem:

Forensics identified a phone account tracked near Léo Dumas's home

the evening of his murder.

NICO: Léo Dumas, who was investigating your activity, huh?

That phone account is yours, sir.

NICO: Can you explain to me?

Well, you know what's gonna happen?

You'll spend 48 hours in custody,

and then you'll be brought before the public prosecutor for murder.

- Okay! I went to Léo Dumas's house with Damien,

wanting to intimidate him.

If he released his stupid investigation we'd be screwed.

- He was dead when we arrived.

We just took his computer and some papers and left.

- Do you realize what you're telling me?

Door opens

- I took a look at Léo Dumas's computer. - Mm-hmm?

- In the history, the last folder he opened is called "Overlook."

- "Overlook"? What does that mean?

- It's impossible to open the file, he put some sick encryption on it.

I don't want to say I can't do it, but it's tough.

- Okay. - You should ask the Odin group

about this, Capt Perran.

This may be an aspect of their business.

- Can we believe them? Manipulation is their specialty.

They make their clients believe crazy things.

NORAH: Maybe they're telling the truth,

maybe they're really helping their customers.

- You can't say that! It's all just hot air.

They use people's flaws for business,

like with little Jacques' parents.

I have to go see them. It's up to them to file a complaint.

Astrid, are you coming with me?

- All right.

- Excuse me?

The patient in this room... - It's been 15 days since

since there was a patient in that room.

- Yes, actually... Hubert, heart failure.

I was with him yesterday in this room. Where is he?

- 'Hubert,' you said? In his 60s, with very clear eyes?

- That's him, graying hair.

- I'm sorry, ma'am, he died in his sleep.

- Shit.

- But it's been over a year.

There was indeed a Mr Hubert, heart failure,

who died in this room, but more than a year ago.

- No...

- I'll leave you.

Knocks

- Hello. - Hello.

- Hello, Mr Slimani.

- Your wife isn't here? - No, she's still at work.

- Mr Slimani, what I have to tell you may not be easy to hear. Maybe we...?

- Yes, of course. - Thank you.

JEAN: Please.

Clears throat

- Uh...

- This Odin with whom you are in contact,

is a link to a fraudulent organization,

which relies on extremely advanced technology

to steal your personal information, in order to make you believe

what you want to believe. Is that clear?

- Yes. But the record, our son's voice?

NICO: They must have recovered your son's voice

from a video on your phones.

As for the voice coming back randomly, there's also an explanation:

instead of having a single groove, your record has several grooves

in parallel side by side.

We call it a multiface disc.

Depending on where you place the needle,

you randomly land on one of four tracks,

and it gives the impression you never hear the same thing.

NICO: I'm sorry.

Tearfully - You're not telling me anything.

- Excuse me? JEAN: I know this is all bullshit.

Most of the information Odin has about us, I gave him.

- Excuse me, I'm having trouble understanding.

- Jacques's death, it was... so brutal, so unexpected.

A real nightmare.

Maryam fell into a depression, I didn't see a way out.

Until the day I was told about Odin.

He gave her a glimmer of hope, a spark of life.

It allowed her to believe in something again.

If Maryam learns this,

It will be like losing Jacques a second time, you understand?

JEAN: She mustn't know. Footsteps

Footsteps

Maryam, my love.

- Why did you do this to me?

- I did it for you!

- Hello, Ms Slimani.

- (Astrid, it's not worth it.)

- Oh. I interrupted a conversation. I shouldn't interrupt a conversation.

- Right. - But for two minutes I've

been trying to get your attention.

Can I speak or can't I speak? - Yes, go ahead, now, yes.

- All right. Ms Slimani,

could you tell me, what does the logo there stand for,

I saw it on the bent spoons at the crime scene.

- This is the crest of the boarding school Jacques attended, Overlook College.

- "Overlook", like the encrypted folder. Hm-hmm!

Capt Perran, like the file. - Yes.

ASTRID: Hm-hmm!

Mobile rings, vibrates

- Astrid, you've come to the right place. - Hello, Raphaëlle?

Do you remember Lt Mansour found an encrypted file called "Overlook"?

- Yes? - Well, the file is not related to ODIN.

The file is linked to the deceased child of Mr and Ms Slimani.

Hmm!

- The child?

Gasps Fu-uck!

- I said you needed to be interested in the child.

- I went to look around your room. Hubert died a year ago. Who are you?

- I'm Hubert.

- Impossible.

- I'm dead. That's right.

You can't stay here, Raphaëlle. - What is that?

- We need you there.

- Where? - Remember:

the solution is the child, little Jacques.

- Okay, that's enough. Nurse! Nurse!

(What did you put in there?)

(Hubert.)

NICO: Théo. Théo! - Astrid? Where is he?

Weakly That bastard put something in my IV...

ASTRID: Raphaëlle- - He put something in my IV,

where is he? - Who is Hubert?

- But...

- Mom, are you okay? - Oh, Théo!

I feel like I'm in a daze.

How long has it been since I got here? What's going on here?

- Being 'in a daze' is a figurative expression

meaning to be unconscious.

You were unconscious for 14 days, 16 hours...

and 25 minutes.

- (What?)

Two weeks?

Crosstalk What?

- Astrid's wedding, you almost died.

That was two weeks ago. You've been in a coma ever since. You just woke up.

- I've been in a coma since the wedding?

Astrid...

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