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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.

Damage to the kidney, stomach, and liver.

The surgeon stopped the bleeding, but it could start again.

Okay, keep her intubated.

Should we wake her up now?

-No, she's not stable enough. -Okay.

-Her vitals? -They're from the ambulance.

-Take them again. -On it.

Pulse 98, BP one-ten over sixty.

What name should I put on her record?

Ninety-five.

Sonia Hamady.

It's time for her antibiotics.

Okay, I'll do that now.

THE LOST STATION GIRLS

-Here you go. -Merci.

Why did you choose to become a surgeon?

Huh?

I never chose it.

It was an internship.

Oh, it was an internship? Mmm.

You still have to want to, uh, cut into bodies,

know how to stay calm under pressure.

-Right? -Yeah, mmm.

Not everyone can do that.

Take me, I mean, I could never do that.

You get used to it. It's just the same as cutting a steak...

or a piece of chicken.

Mmm. Yeah.

We're all just animals, right?

We're all just animals indeed.

-Do you have any family here? -No.

-Maybe some friends? -Everyone has friends.

You don't invite them over often, do you?

Your apartment's a real mess, you know?

Kinda like inside your head.

It's complicated, right?

Hang on, there's something I don't get.

How come you don't have any electricity?

You don't even have gas for heating.

I hate wasting money on nothing.

Yeah, but, uh, you're a doctor, you make a good living, right?

On your bank statements, I see you have...

six hundred and thirty-six thousand francs.

Wow!

-Nice! -A big nest egg.

I wouldn't have guessed it.

-Impressive. -It sure is.

That's enough money to buy a few light bulbs

and even pay for your heating, right?

You could even splurge and buy a few presents, huh?

Something like, uh, I don't know, clothes, maybe?

Does this belong to you? It's a woman's vest.

No.

That's strange, because we found it at your place.

I found that vest lying in the street.

Ah, you found it in the street. Of course.

What about her? Do you, uh, do you know her?

She looks a lot like your neighbor.

Why did you tape her to your ceiling?

I like looking at her when I fall asleep.

-Interesting. -Hmm.

She's your type of girl, is that it?

Big brunettes, tan complexions, right?

No. It's just a photo that I find pretty.

Hang on.

Let me show you this video.

Over there, look.

Thanks, Leila. That's nice.

-Real nice! -Sorry. I was kidding.

No, don't! Stop filming me.

-Woo! -Stop it!

-You okay? -What's wrong?

Do your parents know?

Do you recognize her?

Yes. She's the girl that was killed by the train station.

Yes, she's the girl who was killed by the train station.

And she also looks like the girl in the photo, don't you think?

We found a bunch of books from the university library in your apartment.

You borrow books from that library often?

Yes, I do. I love to read.

Ah, you love to read?

Then you must've crossed paths with Leila.

She used to live on campus.

-No. -Come on.

You can tell us what happened.

Did you try to talk to her, is that it? And she told you to get lost? Hmm?

You're frustrated, you're irritated. Uh, it's normal.

No, absolutely not.

That's not what happened?

So, how do you go about it?

How do you go up and talk to women you like?

-I don't go up to women. -Interesting.

Oh, and Leila. Well, she was so inaccessible, right?

She was too pretty, too young.

Well, yeah.

We totally understand, Olivio.

-We get it. -Mmm.

You're making a big mistake.

Then tell us the truth. Come on, just say it.

Vidal, can I speak to you?

Let's go.

I'll be right back.

What the hell are you doing? He was gonna confess!

We just got the lab results from forensics.

Yeah, and?

We've got nothing, the file's empty.

-And the blood on the walls? -It was his.

And the vest?

We checked with her friends and family. It wasn't Leila's.

I suppose they didn't find anything in the van either?

Nothing. No trace evidence, no prints, no blood,

nothing suspicious or unusual, nothing at all.

-So that's the end of that. -No.

Wait a minute.

That's not possible, okay?

That's not possible. There's something about him.

He's a so-called surgeon who steals surgical instruments,

lives two minutes from the crime scene, fixates on brunettes.

He also washed his van the day of the murder!

Just listen to me, I can change our strategy.

We can wear him down until he breaks.

Do you agree? He was about to confess.

Maybe we still have a chance.

You were about to tell us something, right?

What were you gonna say? What were you gonna tell me?

I was about to lie to make you happy, that's all.

Listen carefully. Listen to me.

-Don't you touch me. -I'll do whatever I want.

I'm the boss.

Whatever the hell I want, and it might take a long time,

so you better stop whining and stop jerking us around.

Why did you steal those scalpels from the hospital?

I stole nothing.

You stole nothing?

We found scalpels in your home, okay?

Those are your scalpels!

Why the fuck do you have scalpels in your home?

Go ahead, tell me!

For nothing.

It's just a knife that cuts way better.

Oh, yeah? What about your van?

What do you use it for?

-I just transport things. -What kind of things?

Anything.

-Hmm? -And everything.

Oh, really? What about the night of January 20th to 21st?

-Where were you? -In Spain.

In Spain? Interesting.

Do you have a hotel bill? 'Cause I can't find one.

I slept in my van.

Impossible. You didn't sleep in your van

because your neighbors saw your van that day, parked in the street!

Surely, they must be wrong.

-They're wrong? -I can't be the only one

-who owns a van. -You know what's funny?

They also said that your van had been washed.

That it was dripping wet.

Normally, your van's a disgusting pile of shit!

It's dirty all year round!

So, tell me, why did you wash your van?

Huh?

Why did you wash it?

It's maybe because there was rain?

Interesting. And how'd you know it rained here on the night of the murder,

if, according to what you said, you were indeed in Spain that night?

Quiero un int�rprete.

He wants an interpreter.

He wants an interpreter.

An interpreter.

Sure thing, Olivio. Anything else?

Do you want us to draw you up a bath? Huh?

Maybe you want a bubble bath? Just ask!

So, tell me, what's the deal with all these books on alternative medicine?

On witchcraft? We found all of these in your apartment.

Look, this is your place.

The mutilations? What are they? A ritual?

Come on, look! Look! Look at it! Is this some kind of ritual?

-Look at it! -Why do you do it?

When did you mutilate her?

Huh? Where did you do that to her? Did you mutilate her in your van?

You won't find anything at all.

-Here you go. -Thanks.

Maybe we can question him on Tatiana Andujar?

-Mmm. -No. I got confirmation

he was in prison in Narbonne the day she disappeared.

No temporary release, nothing. So, it can't be him.

There's no way I'm letting this guy get away.

It's out of the question.

No sufficient evidence to take to the judge.

Don't worry about the judge.

I know how to handle her.

From what you're telling me, I can't do anything but extend his custody.

We won't get him that easily.

This guy's got experience. He's a repeat offender, career criminal.

Each time he's suspected, he packs his bags

-and flees to a new city. -He's a weasel.

Yeah, weasel.

It's exactly right. That's what I told my guys.

And you know what we do to weasels?

We trap them by baiting them where they live.

Sit him down and question him.

Nothing that guy says holds water, everything's inconsistent.

He needs temporary detention.

Not some 48-hour holding cell, and a court hearing, and then he'll talk.

We're gonna stack your case. I spoke to a colleague in Brest.

He was telling me about this mutilation in '92.

Guess where Palomyno was in '92?

Working at the University Hospital in Brest.

And that's just one example.

Every time we look under a rock, it all seems to point to him.

That guy's not innocent, not innocent at all.

Don't worry, we'll make sure this case is solid.

As it stands, without a confession or new evidence,

it would be risky for me to indict him.

We can't let him back on the street.

We just can't do that,

because he'll do it again.

On another girl and then on another one.

How many will he murder before we do something? Hmm?

Okay.

I'll formally charge him with murder and acts of torture

and request temporary detention.

Thank you.

You've made the right decision.

Well done, everyone!

-Well done, guys. -Well done, guys.

To the psycho in prison!

Palomyno might not end up in prison.

He's a crazy nut-job, he should be in a hospital, not a prison.

-Yeah, but... -Felix is right.

Depends on the nut-job.

Just imagine his cellmate's face.

Do you want to use my scalpel to cut your meat?

This is Guy Georges, 35 years old.

Through meticulous examination of multiple sexual assault cases,

law enforcement was able to match his DNA profile,

found in another case, to the killer.

He's off the streets.

The DNA confirms it's him...

-Felix, you want another one? -Yeah.

Weren't you supposed to move to Nice?

Yeah, but my plans fell through.

Oh, really?

You okay?

-Hmm. -Too bad.

If you want, we can pick up our conversation now.

No, no, I'm fine. I figured out how to handle it.

I'll do it my way.

-Are you sure? -I'm sure.

Okay.

Okay.

So, a cop? Why'd you wanna become a cop?

Is it a family thing?

Well, it was kinda by accident. I was in law school, bored outta my mind,

and my boyfriend back then was trying to get into the academy,

so I helped him study and realized I was interested in it.

Hmm. So then, you decided to join the academy with him?

I didn't tell him I applied to get in.

And why not?

Because he told me I'd be a bad cop.

So, bad cop or not... that just motivated me more.

He must've been surprised when he saw you at the academy. Huh?

He didn't pass the test.

-Wait, what? -He didn't pass the test.

-He didn't pass the test? -He didn't.

Hey, come on, have a drink with us!

Yeah.

Well, cheers then.

Hey, let's celebrate something really worthwhile.

Something brighter and happier.

What? You thought I was gonna forget about her?

-Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! -Yay!

Whoo! Hey, Frank!

Congratulations on your daughter! Papa bear!

Hey, it's about time we celebrate my baby girl!

Thanks a lot. My hair's messed up.

His hair's all messed up! Aw!

You won't laugh when your daughter won't sleep at night.

That's when it gets real fun.

Hey, what about me?

Wait till she grows up,

and she starts bringing her boyfriends around!

Let me get through her first year.

I hope you enjoy diaper duty!

Congrats!

-Here. -Thanks.

One for the road.

I hope I'm the godfather.

-Hey. Either you or Damien. -Hey, cheers! No.

-No? -I'm already three times a godfather.

-But thanks. -I'm not gonna wait all night.

Have you known Sabueso for a long time?

Oh, yeah.

But it's different, he's my sweetie.

Mmm.

How are you doing? You good?

-What? -Mmm, nothing.

Is it me or are you hitting on me?

If I decide to hit on you, you'll know it.

d You gotta be fortunate d

d You gotta be lucky now d

d I was just sittin' here d

d Thinking good and bad d

d But I'm the kind of woman that was good to last d

d They tried erasing me d

d They couldn't wipe out my past d

d To save my child d

d I'd rather go hungry d

d I've got all of Ethiopia inside of me d

d And my blood flows through every man d

d In this godless land that delivered me d

d I've got so many tears even the blind can see d

d This is a woman's world d

d This is my world d

6 MONTHS LATER

Hi, Mom! I got the job!

Yeah, I got it! I'm so happy!

I start next week. Yeah, yeah, don't worry.

I better hang up, I don't have a lot of money on my card.

But my train arrives in Perpignan at 9:00 p.m.

So, don't worry. I'll find a way home.

Love you!

-Come on, hurry up! -I am, just a second.

You're gonna miss your train.

No, I won't. I've got time.

Attention passengers,

the train to Perpignan is arriving on platform one.

Everything's gonna be fine!

-I'm so happy I got it. -Hey!

-Oh, no. -Hey, Melanie!

-Yo, yo, Melanie! -Come on, Melanie.

All right, baby.

Do you really know those guys?

Hey, look at you guys! Wow!

You look like a bunch of boy band rejects!

You with your new haircut like Madonna!

It's not a perm. Who taught you about perms, your uncle?

Where do you know those guys from?

I found them at the city dog shelter.

Wow, Melanie's in the house!

You guys are bad. Did your moms let you out of the house?

Hello. How's it going?

Hey, stop bugging my friend. Thanks, that's enough.

-You're leaving? -Yeah.

Are you leaving?

Yeah. She has a train to catch. Go ahead without me.

-Already? -Miss you, sweetie.

-Come back soon. -Yeah.

-See ya later, Melanie's fan boys! -Have fun!

-Okay? -Kisses!

-I love you! -Me, too!

-Me three! -You're impossible.

Wait, she forgot to give me her number.

-Excuse me, can I trouble you for a light? -Yeah.

If that's cool.

Let me light it.

-Merci. -Welcome.

THE CRIMINAL POLICE ARE LOOKING FOR Tatiana ANDUJAR

JANUARY 1998

And you... You don't remember anything else?

No, I don't.

It was already 1:00 in the morning.

I remember noticing how dark it was outside

and telling myself that Marianne might not be able to see at all.

Then, I closed the front door because I had to.

Usually, I always lock it because around here, you never know.

But that night, I left the door unlocked.

You know, so it would be easier for her to get in.

-I'd like to borrow this one. -Please do.

Mrs. Perez,

we'll call you as soon as we know something, okay?

Mmm.

That's a promise I can make you, Mrs. Perez.

Thank you.

Let me walk you to the front desk.

Where did you say you saw him?

Describe the clothes he was wearing that day.

Did Palomyno get released?

No, that's the first thing I checked. He's still in prison.

Gentlemen, I know what each and every one of you is thinking right now, okay?

The recent disappearance near the station is concerning

despite Palomyno being behind bars.

But it's better if we don't jump to conclusions.

Let's just continue to do our jobs the best we can.

First order of business, we need a missing persons alert.

-It is written, we can publish it. -Perfect, do that.

Send the alert and photos to the police departments and gendarmeries.

And put her on the PNR list.

I want everyone on this case. Everyone!

I want you to canvass around the station,

talk to the store and caf� owners, and everyone stays focused.

-Got it? -Yeah, got it.

Gentlemen, get to work.

We're asking everyone if they saw something.

She was walking alone...

If she came from that caf� up there.

It's the fastest way.

Yeah, I remember her. She asked me for a light.

-Sure? Look at her photo again. -Yeah. I'm sure.

-What time was it? -Uh, I don't remember that.

It was crowded, uh, it was halftime.

And did you see her talk to somebody?

No, she was walking, she stopped to get a light and kept on going.

It was nighttime and I was thinking to myself, uh,

"Wow, damn that girl's brave."

-Why would you say she was brave? -Come on, you know why.

No, I don't.

She was wearing shorts. So, top-to-bottom,

I checked her out, then she walked away and that was the end of that.

And do you think that any of the people you know, maybe the younger ones,

-would know something? -Some of our colleagues

just discovered a body not far from here. Are you coming?

They just discovered a body.

-Where is it? -Along the A-9 freeway.

-Hello, Captain Vidal. -Hi.

-Did you discover the body? -Yes.

-Did you touch anything? -No, sir.

-Did you find anything else? -No, sir.

Hi, Michel.

Document everything.

The head and both hands are missing.

The victim is a woman.

She's been sliced open from the bottom...

from her reproductive organs up to her... sternum.

She has lacerations on her chest.

An empty cavity in her pelvic region...

which seems to show the absence of reproductive organs.

I can't believe we're seeing this again.

It's his signature. How did he do it, huh?

Mrs. Perez.

Would you come with me, please?

Listen, I, uh... I'm sorry to have to tell you this.

We found your daughter's body

-this morning. -What?

-I'm afraid she's dead. -Oh, God!

I'm truly sorry.

We're all truly sorry.

Mrs. Perez?

Hello. Hello?

I could never give people bad news.

It would make me sick to my stomach each time.

That's why he's the chief.

I'll try contacting the Gendarmerie.

Okay, thanks for the tip.

Okay. Captain,

we received these documents you were waiting for.

No one was prepared for this case,

not even the most experienced among us.

Our nights were now haunted by the faces of these young women.

Little by little, Vidal felt closer to the victims' families than to his own.

It's 7:00 a.m. Here's the news with Juliette Lasalle.

The body of the young woman reported missing in Perpignan

-was found near the A-9 freeway. -Mmm.

This victim, whose body was horribly mutilated,

strangely resembles Leila Chakir,

who was discovered a year and a half ago in a vacant lot.

The investigators are at a loss since Leila Chakir's presumed killer,

Olivio Palomyno, is currently serving time in prison.

St�phane Benita.

Both were last seen in the vicinity of the Perpignan train station,

a district that is being carefully watched by the investigators.

Listen up, guys.

We got the report from forensics.

Apparently, there was nothing at the crime scene that could help us.

It was a dump. It'll take months to get through all that shit.

Nothing useful, as far as I can tell.

We also got the autopsy report just now.

What's it say? Is it the same MO as for Leila Chakir?

It's impossible to be a hundred percent sure,

but the way he operated, he victim he chose,

and the mutilations are in the same place.

Even if they're less precise than last time.

Maybe because he had less time,

or was stressed, interrupted, or maybe he was drunk, who knows?

I sure don't.

Basically, we know nothing.

I'm gonna request a visitation pass to question Palomyno in prison.

-Monsieur. -Officer.

Sir.

Judge Costa, just the one I wanted to see.

-Could you spare five minutes? -Morning. I have a re-enactment.

I was wondering when you were gonna see me.

-Why is that? -Did no one inform you?

-I've been taken off the case. -What?

With this new murder, the prosecution blames me

for wrongfully convicting Mr. Palomyno.

Hang on, Palomyno is dangerous. We all agree on that, right?

Yes, we do.

But the word, "justice" still means something.

I'll have to live with this error from now on.

Hang on a second. It's my fault, okay? I did this.

I'm the one who convinced you to formally charge him.

You know it was me.

Clearly, I was in the wrong to do so.

I'm...

I'm really sorry.

One thing I can promise you, I'll keep an eye on him,

because he's implicated in this, one way or another, I know it.

I hope you'll have better results with my successor, Judge Delorme.

Yes, I know, not a simple man.

Good luck, Captain.

Merci.

France never agreed to oversee the transfer.

Of course we did. Just a second, please.

-Hello, Captain Vidal. -Delorme.

We've never had the opportunity to work together.

-This case might... -Hang on a second, the Palomyno case.

Let me stop you there. I've decided not to renew

-Mr. Palomyno's detention order. -Really?

Well, yes. With this new murder, I don't really have a choice, do I?

-I want to see him. -No. He's officially off limits.

Understood? Now, I think it would be a good idea for us

to get together soon to review the entire investigation strategy,

since the connection to the Tatiana Andujar case is confirmed.

The prosecutor wants all three cases,

Andujar, Chakir, and Perez to be reexamined.

-We're gonna do this the Parisian way... -Hmm.

...and cross-check everything.

Understood?

-I agree. One more thing. -Okay.

ARRIVAL STATION MARIANNE- TATIANA DEPARTURE LEILA 22:30 - 11 PM

PASCAL LAGNEAU HOME MARIANNE PASSES CAF� FIGUERAS

It's a train station.

You're making progress, I see.

That might explain the gaps between the murders.

Maybe he doesn't live here, maybe he's just a visitor.

I don't wanna say this, but...

we should widen the search to all of France.

Check all the wackos, all sex crimes with any mutilation,

medical professionals with rape or assault charges.

Are you out of your mind?

We'll be swamped with tips from crazy people.

Come on. Do I really have to say it? We screwed up bad.

We were wrong about Palomyno. Wrong.

Captain? Can I speak my mind, too?

What we're doing now is screwing things up.

The girls were young, okay.

All "brunette Mediterranean types." We're in the south of France!

The girls went missing in the center of the city.

Nothing in common. They were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Maybe that creep was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Mmm. Fine, whatever. I'll shut up.

-It's okay. -Mmm-hmm.

Flore?

-I know you don't want to talk. -Wrong place.

Where then? Huh? You won't answer my texts. You just ignore me.

This is really bugging the shit outta me.

It bothers me to work with this between us.

If you're bothered, you can go.

Go ahead. Tell me nothing happened these last six months

and I'll leave you alone.

Nothing happened.

OF JUSTICE PENITENTIARY

He's leaving.

Vidal was sure

Palomyno had orchestrated everything from his prison cell.

How did you do it?

It had become an obsession.

To the point of forgetting what was essential.

Only the victims knew the truth.

Yeah, I've seen this before.

-You just have to... -Hello, excuse me.

-Hello. -I have an appointment here.

It's down there. First door on your right.

Okay, merci.

Oh, that makes sense now.

Hamady, Sonia Hamady.

Characterization of the facts, assault with a deadly weapon.

Are you sure it was an attempted homicide?

What do you mean?

Well, are you sure that your attacker wanted to kill you?

I don't know, but I really thought I was gonna die.

Three weeks of sick leave. Wow, that's a lot.

Okay, so, you were in front of your apartment building

when your attacker suddenly appeared by surprise

and assaulted you.

Sorry, I scared you.

No, no, I'm fine.

That's not what happened, no.

First, he was making small talk.

My boyfriend.

-He's a half hour late. -Huh.

He told me he worked at the Saint Charles food market

and that his colleagues had opened a bottle of champagne for his birthday.

Had you ever seen him before?

No.

And then what?

And then he put his hand in his pocket to pull out his keys.

He had keys?

Well, if he had keys, then he lived there.

So, did you know him?

No, he was just pretending to take out his keys,

but it was a knife that he stabbed me in the stomach with.

I was under the impression that I had been slit in half through and through.

Then he pushed me violently under some sort of doorway.

And you're sure you never saw him before?

Yes, I'm sure.

Continue.

Then, I screamed and then I crawled away to get out of the doorway,

because I knew that the last thing I wanted was to be trapped there.

Despite that, he grabbed me and forced himself on me.

He tried to hit me repeatedly in the face

with his knife, he was trying to cut my head off.

He was trying to cut your head off with his knife?

But I blocked the blade from my face with my arm, like this.

But by then, I was...

I was starting to get really tired.

I didn't have the strength to yell for help.

And I guess that's about when your neighbor intervened to help you out?

That's what I was told afterward.

I had already lost consciousness by that time.

And when I woke up, I was in the hospital.

I was told I spent two days in a coma, and that they had to operate

on my liver, kidney, and stomach.

And now, on my abdomen, I have a total of 40 stitches.

I spent three whole weeks in the hospital.

Uh, I was wondering, my neighbor said that,

uh, he left some kind of print with his hand on the wall.

You did find it?

If there was, we found it, don't worry.

Tell me, do you go out often in the evening?

Do you go to bars or nightclubs?

Uh, sometimes, yeah.

I'm sure you meet a lot of people.

Maybe you met him before, and you don't remember.

No. He has a face that you don't forget.

He's humongous, all his teeth are rotten,

and he breathes real loud, like some animal.

Okay.

Read your statement, then sign it. Right there. Thank you.

At the bottom.

Mrs. Perez,

it took me a long time to find the courage to write you.

My daughter, Tatiana, went missing on September 24th, 1995.

Ever since then, our lives have been empty.

My daughter disappeared but certainly not of her own free will.

She also disappeared near the train station.

We've been waiting for four years,

four years during which the investigation has not progressed,

four years during which we've tried to survive.

Your Marianne could be my daughter.

I feel your pain.

I just wanted to tell you that you are not alone.

Hello.

I'm Carmen, the mother of Marianne.

Carmen, hello.

She looks like you.

Where was this photo taken?

-At Port Leucate. -Really? What year?

Mmm...

August 1995.

What a coincidence, 'cause Tatiana worked at an ice cream shop that summer.

Maybe they saw each other.

Maybe.

I enjoy sitting here in her room. Makes me feel close to her.

Sometimes I worry she'd think I'm invading her privacy.

-Stupid, right? -No, it's not stupid at all.

I think it's normal to remember her.

Because if we don't remember them, then who's going to keep them alive?

That's so true.

Mmm. In Marianne's room, I found little notes and a bunch of photos.

Letters from her boyfriends.

Her diary with all her little doodles.

The police read everything, but...

I couldn't. I wouldn't dare.

So, I stored everything in my garage,

but now I'm wondering who to give it to.

Maybe you should just give it all to her siblings.

They can barely keep their own bedrooms clean, so...

Yeah, I know.

Just the other day, my little boy came to me.

He was crying because he couldn't remember his sister's voice.

Hmm.

I didn't know what to say to him.

I know, it's so hard on us mothers that

we sometimes forget how difficult it is on them as well.

Mmm.

Oh, I'm so glad you're here.

Me, too.

14 JULY 93

-Do you recognize yourself? -Yeah.

Go on, open your presents.

That's amazing, isn't it?

Grr.

After, I'll show you the one where she teaches you to walk.

Come on, eat.

Oh, I remember this party.

-Really, you do? -Yeah.

-She was really beautiful. -Yeah.

POLICE REPORT RE: STATEMENT OF KENZA BASRI

PRESUMED ARRIVAL LEILA 20/01/98 ST. MARTIN

POLICE REPORT Voluntary manslaughter

-Hello? -Hey, it's me.

Come down to the Hotel Du Midi.

-There's a new suspect. -I'm on my way.

We're only here to observe.

They're letting us watch their search, but we stay neutral, okay?

We'll just sign the Gendarmerie report when we're done.

I don't know if he fits your profile, but you never know.

How did she get away?

Mmm, she was assaulted right next to where she lives.

Thankfully, her father found her.

The guy ran away when he saw him coming.

Then, we arrested him an hour later.

Okay, and what do you guys have on him?

He works at the Saint Charles food market as a forklift driver

-and he has a record. -A record?

Most of his rap sheet is for auto theft, but charged once for rape.

The guy's not from around here, he rented the room a couple of days ago.

Okay, guys, look for anything that can help us establish a profile.

Okay? And take everything.

Hey, can you help me with this?

Yeah, let's put it there.

Can I come inside? I won't touch anything.

-Yes, of course. -Pack up his clothes.

The suspects were multiplying, but the case was going nowhere.

We kept investigating... without really knowing who to look for.

Look at this, it's gonna take us all day.

Bring up more boxes.

Take this down.

Pack this up, too.

Do you wanna follow us? If you want, you can question him at the Gendarmerie.

No, he's not worth it.

NOT THE PROFILE - NOT A DOCTOR NOTHING TO REPORT - RAS

Merci and good luck.

-Mmm. Bye, Captain. -Bye, commander.

So?

Now that we're investigating every flasher, whack-job, and sexual perv,

we'll be spending our days doing this.

But I don't believe it's him.

-He doesn't fit the profile. -We could question him at least.

He did get prison time for rape.

And you saw the view, he can spot the girls

-leaving the station. -Yes, I know. I know.

I agree with you, but do you remember the autopsy report said?

What did the coroner say?

Do you seriously think that this guy has ever worked in an operating room

-or held a scalpel? -No, I guess he's right.

We'll never be able to follow every lead. We don't have the time or means.

-That's for sure. -Come on, move it!

Let's go.

We got him!

-What? -In Montauban.

Wait, who's in Montauban?

They found a woman's body in a field. Breasts and vagina were mutilated.

Cuts were symmetrical, gotta be him.

-Why did you say, "they"? -They caught him!

-The police in Toulouse. -How long is the drive?

-Two hours with the lights on. -Let's go.

-Go with Vidal! -Why?

-Just go! -You're such a pain in the ass!

Come on, let's go! Hurry up!

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