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- I'm very worried.

I'm afraid she'll go into denial and explode in midair.

- Denial?

She doesn't speak to Tetsuo to Tetsuo.

- He lied to her. - To protect her.

- Yes. Still. Hello, Astrid. - Hi, Astrid.

- Good morning, Commander Coste. Good morning, Captain Perran.

To get here, I took bus 27,

then bus 133, and finally bus 342.

The buses arrived on time, very satisfactory.

- Norah, we couldn't

join you inside?

- Impossible. This is one of the biggest data centers in France.

It's less than a year old.

Security-wise, Fort Knox is far behind.

I've never seen anything like it.

Shall I show you?

They store dematerialized data

of thousands of sites.

- They are not dematerialized, Lt Mansour,

since they require a warehouse.

- It's an expression. - Which is inappropriate.

- If I were you,

i'd do it again, Astrid. Can you open this? Thanks, Astrid.

Air conditioning alarm. - Ah yes...

...

- Hum hum. It's sewn.

- Maxime Brière,

42 years old. He was the manager of this site, Asmodeus Analytics.

- Fournier? - It's hard to tell.

Asphyxiation or poisoning.

Traces are barely visible, it appears to have been groomed.

- The absence of inflammation implies that the sutures are post-mortem.

- We agree on that. In any case, that's not what killed him.

- Why use such a medieval technique?

- Perhaps he's a sewing enthusiast.

I'm all about the "how". The why,

that's your job. To each his own.

- With all the cameras

we have around, it won't be long before we know who's who.

- Where's the alley

with the body? - It should be there.

- Was the camera rigged? - No, it can't be.

The system is not connected to the outside.

- Where are my colleagues, then?

- What the hell? - Aisle camera feed

where the crime took place must have been linked

to that of the neighboring alley.

They all look the same, you didn't see anything.

- Ah!

Lieutenant Mansour?

Ah, she can't hear me. Lieutenant Mansour?

Lieutenant Mansour? - Yes, Astrid.

Perdon, I couldn't hear you. - Something's wrong. There's a problem.

All the cables are connected except this one.

We need to open the door.

- Maybe it's an oversight? - No, it's not normal.

- The yellow cable. - OK.

Wait, don't move.

- It's only connected on one side.

- Is this the one? - Yes.

- Let's have a look.

Crap. All server logs have been erased.

- You mean we can't the history?

- Activity history, no.

The machine recorded a temperature peak

at the approximate time of the crime. There was activity.

- Great.

Maybe it's the mobile.

If these things host the Internet,

there are bound to be secrets inside.

The stitched mouth and eyes may mean

that the victim saw something she shouldn't have

and not to reveal. - And it was well-prepared,

a murder carried out in a kind of digital camera.

The derivative camera creates a blind spot, all right,

but we see neither the arrival or departure of the culprit.

And not the victim either. - How can this be?

- The new commissioner has summoned everyone

and he doesn't like to wait.

- Is it okay? - You don't want to be late

I'd like to give you an update

on what I'm planning to put in place.

I want to bring some order in our processes.

- I didn't imagine it at all like this.

- How do you mean?

- I don't know about that. I think he looks nice.

- I'm okay,

do you mind? Would you like a coffee? - No thanks

- I made a mistake.

I'll start again for the latecomers.

My goal is to make

of our brigade

the flagship of the of the criminal investigation department.

I've worked with the FBI,

we'll take inspiration from their methods,

implement processes

that have been tried and tested over there.

What my predecessor did,

I don't give a shit.

- He said, "I don't give a shit." - I heard him.

- We'll apply my method,

to wit:

collecting clues, hypothesis,

analysis,

coordination,

hearing and...

legalization.

This is the CHACAL method.

Is that clear to everyone?

Memorize it, it's your bible.

You'll see me one by one in my office

for current business.

Coste, Perran and Nielsen, who are they?

- Nielsen, it's me. Astrid Nielsen.

Lt Nielsen.

- That's us.

- Go ahead. Victim profile?

- Maxime Brière. Executive at Asmodeus Analytics.

It's a big company in the technology field.

- His villa has been searched.

Four-storey villa with swimming pool, in Paris

On the walls, paintings by and lots of cocaine.

- Money, drugs, it's original. What about the environment?

- Hardly anyone.

His neighbors only see delivery men or girls.

- Any family? - Brière's father is dead

last year, he didn't go to the funeral.

- But he has a sister,

Claudia Brière. We're looking for her,

but she's not at home and she's not answering her phone.

- Brière probably had few few friends,

but he seemed to worship to his boss.

In his phone, Samuel Chamaco is registered

under the name "light bearer".

- A big beanstalk. An XXL-size beaner.

- For the mobile, do we have a lead? - Absolutely not

- All right, then. That's going to have to change.

- This is Lieutenant Mansour. She's at the crime scene

Do we dispense with her call in connection with the investigation or...

- Please answer.

- Yes, Norah?

*- I understand about the stolen data

In fact, nothing has disappeared. It's a file that's been added.

- A file of what?

- I wouldn't know. I'd say more like a line of code :

*V.R.S.N.S.M.V.S.M.Q.L.I.V.B.

- OK. What does that mean?

- I've no idea. I'm looking in computer protocols.

- Thanks, Norah. *- I'll keep you posted.

- Good. Don't look at me like that. Don't look at me like that.

Get to work.

Signal tone.

- Hello. Captain Perran.

- Hello. - Thank you for coming so quickly.

- What else could I have done?

Maxime, murdered... At home.

- Did you know him personally?

- Asmodeus is more than a company. It's a family.

Maxime wasn't just a a simple collaborator, he was...

He was a friend.

- You know he called you the "bringer of light"?

- It was a thing between us.

Before arriving at Asmodeus, Maxime didn't have the same life.

He was quite grateful.

*- Do you have any idea who might have come after him?

- The obscurantists, captain Perran.

Progress has always been frightening.

Some people will do anything to prevent humanity from advancing.

- Have you received any threats?

- Yes, a lot.

But more to the point, a year ago,

when the center opened.

Our social networks were saturated with the same message,

but coming from different IP addresses.

That was...

"The wicked will be reduced to silence in the darkness."

It had almost amused us, Maxime and I.

If we'd known they were really to silence him...

Hold on,

that's my number.

You can call me at any time.

I won't sleep

until the murderer is locked up.

- I sent the lab one of the wires that was used to mutilate him.

- And the cause of death? - Our friend was poisoned

with thallium, a heavy metal.

This causes death both slow

and very painful, I hear. It's a beautiful bitch.

- The murderer wanted him to suffer. Is this some kind of torture?

- You could say that. And there's something else.

- Oh! Was he whipped?

- It's more complicated than that.

From the angle of the lacerations, the victim self-flagellated.

Don't ask me why.

...

- During the hearing, Mr. Chamaco said:

"The wicked will be silenced in darkness."

I'd read that sentence somewhere.

It comes from the Bible, from the Book of Samuel, chapter 2, verse 9.

Here.

- Did you find this sentence in a file?

- Yes.

Yes.

"The wicked will be silenced in darkness."

I found one occurrence in very old cases,

files from the beginning of the 20th century in which all the victims

had their mouths and eyes sewn shut. There.

There. - Like our victim

- Yes.

- What are these files about?

- All are related to the practice of black magic.

- Superintendent, we may be dealing with fanatics,

like a cult or... - Did we have an appointment?

- Absolutely not.

- Perdon? An appointment for what?

I was supposed to keep you informed about the Brière case, didn't I?

- We didn't understand each other, Cdt Coste.

I'll expect your ticket this evening, we'll debrief in the morning.

- Tomorrow morning will be too late. - Maybe, but that's the procedure.

It must be respected.

- Ah? OK, then.

An appointment, like at the dentist?

- Exactly.

- He's got my goat, Goldilocks.

We'll miss Bachert.

- Yes ?

- You don't have any balls, commissaire Vassieux.

Commissioner Bachert

had some nice balls on his desk. One, two, three.

You've put candy on it, to suck on.

Shall I close the door?

- Please do. - All right.

Commissioner Vassieux is respectful of procedures.

That's very reassuring.

- Norah, any news on Claudia Brière?

- No, still nothing. Her phone seems seems to be switched off, we're looking

family.

- Nico, how's the locked room coming?

- The cameras inside gave us nothing.

We can't see him moving around in the data center

but he must have entered someplace. Come and have a look.

This is one of the streets alongside the data center.

It's Brière. I don't know how

where we found him

- Silence. - What?

- This is the weak point

of data centers. - And yet,

it's extremely noisy. - No, the cooling.

You need huge pipes to cool the servers.

Yesterday, at the data center, there was a long silence.

The cooling system stopped.

- Brière went through the cooling cooling system to get in?

- He must have found a way to cut off the ventilation

to get through.

- It cut out when you were there.

- And what time was this? - 18h30.

- Okay, the suspect went out that way

So,

he was still there when we were there.

Nico, you're sending this image everywhere.

That's a good start.

- We may have

the technical drawings, it will take hours

before we understand where Brière and the culprit.

- May I? - Of course you may.

- Here we see an access to the technical underground technical galleries.

It's located at street level perran showed us.

This gallery leads into a ventilation shaft

which leads here, then here,

which leads to a secondary shaft with which it communicates.

It arrives at this right angle, and then here,

to the crime scene.

This shot is a labyrinth.

I like labyrinths.

- Your colleague was right,

there's an air shaft. Someone has installed a ladder.

This medal was hanging on the last rung.

- How's it going? - Great.

Here it is. - Thanks for your time.

It's Latin. It says:

"May we be strengthened by his presence

"at the hour of our death." - Can you read all that?

- Yes.

- Can I see the medal?

Back there, look.

- "V.R..." - "S.M.S.V.S.M.Q.L.I.V.B."

This is the name of the file that has been uploaded to the servers.

- Hello.

- Hello. The medal on the scale,

is St. Benedict's medal,

the patron saint of Europe, engineers, scouts,

schoolchildren, farmers... - That's a lot of people

- And above all patron saint of exorcists.

- We found Claudia Brière.

She was at her mother's in the East. She was summoned.

- All right, then.

Exorcists?

- Exorcists.

- So Maxime is gone? - No, he's dead.

- I'm sorry, Mrs. Brière.

You were his half-sister, is that right?

- We had the same father.

He was a widower when he met my mother.

- Was he lonely?

- Maxime? - Yes.

- It was different before. The break came with the trial.

- What trial? - Near Saint-Michel-en-Darnois,

where we grew up, a chemical plant

polluted the water table

for years. It caused cancer.

- Saint-Michel-en-Darnois.

There's a file in the archives.

- My brother fought for this trial.

He set up a victims' collective,

he worked day and night for months. All for nothing.

The court found there was no connection,

the damage was not recognized

and no one was compensated.

That broke my brother.

After the verdict, he left the village

and never came back.

- Not even at your father's funeral?

- No. Their relationship was very complicated.

My father was a very hard man.

He raised us catholic upbringing,

old-fashioned, very strict.

Still afraid of sin, of the devil.

- Of the devil.

- And...

We noticed regular transfers

from his account to yours. - Yes, that's right.

He has supported me financially since the beginning of my treatment.

- Which treatment?

- You have no hair.

- That's why I went a few days at my mother's.

It's very hard after chemo.

My treatment is covered but I've lost my job.

I need very heavy very heavy.

Without Maxime, I don't know how we would have done it.

- Who's "we"? - I have a ten-year-old daughter.

She'll soon be an orphan.

All because of criminals who only think about money,

not people's lives, and who never be punished for it.

- That's a long time!

That's a long time, Norah. - Yes. Comparing fingerprints

from the database with those of the medal.

- Right. Brière flogged himself until he bled.

Perhaps he felt guilty for failing the trial.

Astrid, is there a file in the doc?

- Yes. - This is the lab.

The thread used to sew the eyes

and the mouth would be made from ancient linen.

Several centuries old.

There are more recent substances on it.

Olibanum, siam benzoin, galbanum.

- This is the composition

of the holy chrism of exorcism.

These products appear in the black magic files.

This preparation is manufactured only in one monastery,

in Ile-de-France.

At Saint-Benoît-du-Bon-Secours.

- Saint Benoît, as on the medal.

- Ah, that's it. - What's up?

- Prints on the medal

belong to Hervé Fuzac. He lives in the monastery

Saint-Benoît-du-Bon-Secours.

- I'd just as soon warn you. Father Fuzac

has a very special profile.

His very personal vision and and practice of demonology

led him to engage in rituals away from the canons of the Church.

- Are the rituals you're talking about are related to exorcism?

- Yes, they are.

Investigations were carried out and the ecclesiastical authorities

preferred to keep him away from his flock

by offering him lodging here.

- Father Fuzac?

- I've been expecting you.

You're from the police and you're here about Maxime

I knew him as a child.

His father was a holy man,

severe, as Our Lord demands,

to bring our lost sheep our lost sheep.

- Father Fuzac, when did you last see Maxime?

- The day of his departure for the eternal kingdom.

He wanted me to hear his final confession.

Alas, when I arrived in this cursed place,

he had already been recalled by Our Lord.

- Was he dead?

- Yes.

But don't worry,

by the consecrated thread and needle, i was able to save his soul.

- Eyes and mouth sewn shut, was that you?

- Absolutely. I did it for Maxime.

He knew he was going to die.

He wanted my help, do you understand?

- Understand what?

- I did it to fool him.

- Fool who? - Him.

The light bearer. - Who is the light bearer?

- Lucifer.

- Commissioner? - Come in, please.

- Samuel Chamaco must be summoned.

- For what reason, Captain? - The victim had nicknamed him

the "Light Bearer". In the Bible, this is Lucifer.

If you take... - I'm a little disappointed, Perran.

I thought you were the rational one of the group, the reliable one the rational one of the group, the reliable one

Was I wrong? - Commissioner,

if Brière secretly entered into the data center,

it wasn't to lay flowers.

If he wanted to harm the company, if Chamaco saw him,

that gives him motive. - That's a lot of ifs.

Samuel Chamaco is one of the company's

influential business leaders.

He's got support at Place Beauvau, or even higher.

Don't fuck me up in my first week

because you have hunches, captain. Is that clear?

- We're clear. - Good.

- I'll find something solid.

- Yes, do that.

- Father Fuzac, tell me what happened that day.

- Maxime contacted me from his home

through encrypted messaging.

He was well versed in modern modern means of communication.

He told me that he had been poisoned

and that he was coming to the end of his earthly existence.

- Did he say who had poisoned him? - His preoccupation

was the salvation of his soul.

He begged me to join him at his place of work

to hear his final confession.

He wanted to purify himself.

- Did you know secret access to the site?

- Maxime had already asked me to purify the place.

This is an evil place where all sins are concentrated,

an extension of hell on Earth.

Maxime was convinced

that Samuel Chamaco was the evil one himself

and that by working for him he had sold his soul to him.

That's why I practiced the suture ritual.

After sewing

maxime's eyes and mouth

to prevent the demons from penetrating him,

i stayed 24 hours under the ground

to accompany him with my fervent prayers to the eternal kingdom.

- My father,

did you leave this medal?

- Without Saint Benedict, nothing would have been possible.

Yes.

- What is the meaning of these letters?

- This is the prayer of Saint Benedict,

the exorcism prayer! Vade retro satanas.

Numquam suade mihi vana!

Sunt mala quae libas!

Ipse venena bibas!

Get back, Satan!

Don't advise me on your vanities! The drink you pour,

is evil. Drink your own poisons!

Repent!

The apocalypse is near!

- That's the business of Saint-Michel-en-Darnois?

- Yes.

An indictment warranted the start of an investigation.

But the procedure failed, the case was dropped.

However, a copy of the civil party's file

is in the criminal archives. I found the file.

- I have a hunch that there's a connection between this case and the murder.

Are you all right, Astrid?

- I don't understand your your question.

- I'm talking about Tetsuo's confession.

- Ah.

Tetsuo Tanaka doesn't exist.

- I know, but...

It's always complicated when a love story ends,

even when you've decided to.

- Tetsuo Tanaka smelled good.

With Tetsuo Tanaka, i could play go.

The touch of his skin was not unbearable.

I could look Tetsuo Tanaka in the eyes.

I remember precisely

of the 543 kisses we exchanged.

I loved listening to Tetsuo Tanaka talk to me about the golden ratio.

I think Tetsuo Tanaka

i miss it.

Only, Tetsuo Tanaka doesn't exist,

and Tetsuo Hoshida is a stranger.

- I was planning to play this on our wedding day.

I've been practicing for months training, but,

since it didn't happen... There you go.

Astrid? - Mr. Hoshida,

you're not authorized.

You have no business here.

- Astrid, give me a chance. - You should leave.

Now.

...

- I'm supposed to meet Astrid at the doc, but I need to show you this first.

The many malicious messages sent to Asmodeus Analytics,

they come from

from the victim herself. It started from several accounts

but it's the same digital fingerprint and it comes from

maxime Brière's computer.

- Brière sent them? - He seemed to hate his box.

- Or his boss.

- Hi, Astrid. - Hello, Lieutenant Mansour.

Raphaëlle thought you might be able help me with the trial file.

- My insurance contacts should help.

- Only, there's a problem.

The file is in the paper room.

- Ah...

Your safe place...

- I don't know what what a "safe place" is.

- We'll think of something, don't worry.

Can you show me? - I'll show you.

Do not enter the paper room.

- We promise.

Astrid, do you have the factory lawyers' files?

- Hum hum. This file is not in the archives.

*- Are you certain? - Absolutely certain, Lt Mansour

I know the file. - Of course you do.

I'll call a relation from the financial prosecutor's office.

This is someone who owes me.

I'll call you back, Astrid.

- All right, Astrid.

She hung up.

- That's right, I'm not my name isn't Tetsuo Tanaka.

But my name isn't Tetsuo Hoshida.

It's a name I've given up.

I have the feeling astrid has erased me from her memory.

- It's more complicated than that.

It's a defense mechanism.

Astrid didn't know how else to integrate this information any other way.

- This is so hard.

It's as if i disappear a second time.

- She rearranges the pieces of the puzzle.

This may take some time. - It means

she'll eventually give me a chance?

- Only she knows.

- Please be seated. - Captain Perran.

Nice to see you again.

I'll do my best to help you.

- As my colleague would say,

a cluster of corroborating clues puzzles me, Mr. Chamaco.

- Let me see if I can enlighten you. - "Light bearer",

it wasn't a thing between you, isn't it?

- I don't get it. - In the Bible,

the light-bringer refers to Lucifer.

- Just a moment.

Are you telling me that I'm the devil, Captain Perran?

- Your murdered employee

thought he'd sold his soul to you.

- What's your point?

- We investigated the threats received by Asmodeus.

They were sent by Maxime Brière.

And you know he took it easy

a way to enter your data center into your data center.

Unquestionably, he was trying to harm you.

- And you can see where that got him.

No one can serve two masters.

Maxime tried to have it both ways on all fronts,

he paid a high price.

But...

I find your tone inquisitive. Are you looking for

to make me responsible for the situation?

You said i was a victim,

but you talk to me like a guilty person.

- If you knew about Maxime Brière's maxime Brière's plans,

you have a motive, that's a fact. - Don't be ridiculous.

Maxime was poisoned with thallium off-site.

It could be anyone.

- Ah.

How do you know about thallium?

Mr. Chamaco,

where were you before Maxime Brière's death?

- At home, alone.

- Can you prove it? - I live in a house

without a camera. I know all too well what to do with this data.

- No

- Mr Chamaco,

it's 11:03 a.m and your custody begins.

- Should I give you my lawyer's contact details?

- Yes.

- Nico, what's up?

You look weird. Are you okay?

- I've taken Chamaco into custody. - Chamaco's here? No shit?

Why did you do that? - I don't know why.

He just doesn't have an alibi.

He's got something evil.

You didn't see it, but there's something in his eyes.

Like, during the audition, he goes like this:

"You can't serve two masters." I'm sure he did it on purpose.

- On purpose what? What kind of sentence is that?

- It's from Saint Matthew. You can't serve two masters.

You can't serve God and the devil.

I'm going to make myself a cup of coffee.

- (Damn...)

- The file is not complete,

but it shows the polluters' strategy.

- Is this the file of the factory's lawyers?

- Yes. Most of them.

- I've never used this corridor.

- It's really big.

- It's not very discreet, but it's a good idea.

We need to call Raphaëlle.

- Perran, have you taken Chamaco into custody?

- Superintendent, i didn't do it lightly.

He has a motive and no alibi. - No alibi?

Are you fucking kidding me? The big rod behind me,

is his lawyer. He brought me proof that his client, on the evening

of the murder, was in Frankfurt for a conference

on the ecological impact of data centers.

- It can't be true. - It even held

an intervention broadcast live in front of thousands of people.

- The bastard... - I took him out of custody.

Consider yourself lucky that he's not pressing charges.

- He knew about the thallium. - But so what? It was leaked everywhere.

- He's the one who leaked it.

- You're being ridiculous.

- I'm sorry for the mix-up, captain.

- No, no, no, no. It's the whole brigade sorry, Mr. Chamaco.

- I assure you, it's nothing.

Your team is doing everything possible to solve this case,

and Captain Perran...

thought he was doing the right thing. - I certainly did. Thank you very much.

- Let's face it, we're not in the same league.

I'll always be a step ahead of you.

Don't try to harm me.

I could put you through a living hell.

- Look. Here.

There are similarities between the plaintiffs' file

and that of the defense.

There, and there.

Watch. Here, here, and here.

The two files shouldn't look alike.

- At this point, it's copy and paste.

This means

that the factory had access to the victims' files?

- Absolutely. - So they were able to sow doubt

the judges and easily obtain a dismissal.

Maxime Brière was very involved in these proceedings.

He may have resented who betrayed them.

We must find the traitor.

- This is Lt Mansour's objective.

- Is it? - Yes.

- And how is she going to do it?

Astrid?

- By going to the law firm of the polluting factory's lawyers.

- Without a letter rogatory?

- Without letter rogatory.

I disapproved of this approach, but Lt Mansour told me

that's what you would have done.

I disagreed with the approach, but not what he said.

- Norah, did you just show up to a law firm?

*- Are you going to lecture me? - Oh no, I'm proud of you

What's up? *- When I showed

*what we had and the possible shitstorm,

*they confided in us. - Do you know where the leak came from?

*- It's hot. It came from Maxime Brière.

*He gave them the whole file. - Damn...

- Maxime Brière.

- Here it is, his pact with the devil.

Brière betrayed his father,

his sister, for money.

But I don't understand the link between polluters and Asmodeus.

Brière was hired just after the court verdict,

can't be

be a coincidence. - Wait a minute. Given what we know,

all the members of the collective had a grudge against Brière,

including one person.

- Claudia Brière is in the audition room.

- Here we go.

- Shall we have a look?

- I told you, i was in the East.

- We checked.

Your ticket was not scanned.

You did not take this train.

You know what I think?

You left to see your mother the next day.

- I wasn't checked on board. Ask my mother.

- There are gates at the platform access.

But if you like, we can go question your mother.

- Leave her alone.

In any case,

i won't be around in a few months.

I just wanted to have a little more time with my daughter.

- Claudia,

what did you do?

- Maxime deserved what he got.

He wanted to redeem himself,

*but nothing in the world would have made up for what he'd done

My brother was a monster.

He wasn't going to outlive me.

Do you know how old my daughter is?

She's 10.

She'll stay by herself.

This compensation could have protected her.

- Your daughter inherits from your brother. - Yes,

so what?!

That money is rightfully his!

I had no remorse.

It was easy to find this thing on the Internet.

When I mixed it with his coffee, my hand didn't shake.

*I watched him drink, joyless.

I just felt that I was redressing the balance a little.

- How did you learn his betrayal?

- A man came to see me after leaving the hospital.

He told me he was a lawyer, that he had defended the factory.

He also told me that he knew things

that he could no longer keep to himself.

- What next?

- We saw each other several times.

It was in seedy bars, he was very careful.

He made me swear that I would never about our meetings,

it could cost him his career.

- I don't get it. Did you believe him, just like that?

He could have lied about your brother.

- He showed me proof.

*E-mails, photos.

I don't know, he i trusted him.

- Do you know this man? - Yes, I do.

Do you know this man?

- Thank you for your time.

- I wanted to congratulate you, commander

I have to admit

when you're wrong, and you're damn efficient.

Your efficiency is a credit to you.

The prosecutor is delighted that the case be closed.

- Commissioner, it's not.

Chamaco manipulated Claudia Brière.

- He understood

that Brière was plotting against him

and he used his sister. - But you have no proof.

We checked their meeting places.

It's word for word.

- I have only one word to say.

It's "thank you".

Thanks to your teams, we have a culprit.

I've reassured the shareholders

about this case. Asmodeus Analytics share price rises

in a big way. - You've reassured them too quickly,

Mr. Chamaco.

Proceedings will be initiated and a trial will shed light

this investigation. - So you're a lawyer too?

- I'm having a bit of trouble following you.

- Remember, Claudia Brière, at the hospital discharge...

- No. No, I don't know what you're talking about.

Who is Claudia Brière?

Maxime's wife? - Hum hum.

- Was he married?

- We'll meet again, Mr. Chamaco.

- Always a pleasure.

- Commissioner,

he's provoking us, the bastard! - I know

For the time being, there's nothing more we can do.

- Yes, we can.

- Perdon? "For now,

"there's nothing more we can do." You're wrong.

We can continue looking for the link.

If you know where to look.

- And do you know where to look, Astrid? - Yes.

- It's great that you agreed to search together, Astrid.

- We're not searching together. I'm doing this search.

- That's right. Thank you for your time.

Did you see that? He's a gambler. He took the risk

to come to the brigade.

It excites him. He's trying to scare himself.

- I won't be able to continue this search

if you keep moving and talking.

- Perdon. I'm calming down.

I promise.

- Promise? - Hm.

- I'm in.

Ah. The shareholders' agreement is confidential.

Without a mandate, it is inaccessible.

- (Crap.)

- The commissioner will refuse to call the prosecutor

to ask for it.

- Yes.

- However, i know the librarian

of the relevant court.

I send him an e-mail. - I'll send him an e-mail.

- What's up? How far have you got?

How's it going?

- I'm trying to open the program

that Brière installed in Asmodeus.

- Aren't you struggling a bit?

- He's hiding a key element. - Just pray

St. Benedict.

- Saint Benedict? He must have been a good man,

but no computer skills.

- Ah, i received the confidential list

of the shareholders of this polluting plant.

- Astrid, you're a genius.

- I just asked a sworn a document

which proves that Mr. Chamaco is one of the of the main shareholders

of the factory. - I repeat:

you're a genius.

- What the hell?

- I don't know. I've activated a countdown.

- What's up? Is something about to explode?

- We might lose the file. I can't reach it.

- If the factory had been condemned, Chamaco would have lost a fortune.

To avoid this, he bribed Maxime Brière.

- That's the link. - But when he learned

that his sister had been shot, remorse ate him up.

That explains the self-flagellation. I'll call the team.

This time, it won't escape us.

Well done, Astrid.

- Raph,

all data in the data center becomes public.

V.R.S.N.S.M.V.S.M.Q.L.I.V.B., it's a virus

- He realized he'd been poisoned, he joined the site,

but he died before launching his program.

I think there,

you do it for him.

- Watch this.

Arms trafficking, mP corruption,

messages from cartels...

We're going to hear about Asmodeus. - I'd hate to be Chamaco.

He's not just making friends.

- Crap. Crap!

Raph, he's found

how to escape us.

- That's it.

- Raphaëlle is worried about you.

- Raphaëlle has nothing to worry about, i'm in perfect health.

- Do you miss Tetsuo?

- Yes, I miss Tetsuo Tanaka. Not Tetsuo Hoshida.

Tetsuo Hoshida is an unknown. - I, too, had become

a stranger.

- I don't know what you're talking about. - I used to be your mother.

- At the registry office,

you're still my mother. - You wanted me to be

Mathilde Nielsen?

- Yes. I really like Mathilde Nielsen,

tangram's pugnacious adversary i met 5 years ago.

We have to start from scratch.

I like this bench.

It's well positioned to the sun's rays.

It's at a good distance from the street, away from the noise of the cars.

His seat is slightly worn,

allowing better pelvic support.

This is my favorite bench.

- This is mine too.

- My name is Astrid Nielsen.

- Hello, Miss.

My name is Tetsuo Hoshida.

- Nice to meet you,

Mr. Hoshida.

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