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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.

HAVE YOU SEEN MY DAUGHTER?

d 'Cause I spent half my life out there d

d You wouldn't disagree d

d D'you see me? d

d D'you see? Do you like me? d

d Do you like me standing there? d

d D'you notice? D'you know? d

d Do you see me d

Captain? I just picked this up over the wire.

Take a look.

Everything matches.

Tell everyone about it, especially them.

Yeah, right away. Hey, guys,

-a new girl just went missing. -What?

Her sister came this morning to file a report.

STATEMENT

Nora Basri. She went missing two days ago after she left work.

By the train station.

If she hasn't posted on her social media in two days, something must be wrong.

Arnaud, I want you to ask the tech team to ping her cell phone.

-But does that work? -Of course it does. Go on.

Flore? Inform Pietri, I'm gonna go see the judge about this.

-Okay? -Okay.

THE LOST STATION GIRLS

She didn't use her card today to pay or pull-out cash?

-Do you know how she got home that night? -She walked.

That's wonderful.

-Flore? -Excuse me. Take over.

The tech team confirmed her cell phone's last signal was in this area,

and her debit card hasn't been used since yesterday.

Her colleague told me she walked home from work.

-I have a bad feeling. -Don't.

Guys, Nora's boss wants to talk to us.

I don't know why I didn't do something, damn it!

Don't worry about that. Tell me what you saw.

I saw Nora get into a car and she's not the kind who does that.

I had a bad feeling about it, with everything going on here.

Understandably so.

And did you see the color or make of the car?

A white Opel.

I wrote down the license plate.

You have the license plate?

That's what I said. I still have it on me, here.

-This is the error we were hoping for. -Yeah.

Sabueso, did you run it?

I did, I checked it twice. Sorry, it's a fake plate.

That can't be possible. What if we cross-reference with the model?

A 182 white Opel's in this department alone, imagine the whole region?

It's gonna take us forever to verify each owner's profile.

Not if the number is off by a digit or two.

Come on, we can do it. I know we can find this car.

Let me help.

Fine. Do what you have to, but get it done quickly

before the prosecutor's press conference.

Understood? I'm counting on everyone.

Let's go!

Are you ready?

And also these.

Okay, go for it.

Uh, 538-IS-66.

Try 536-IS-66.

560-IS-66.

No license plate entries found

Wrong plate.

Not our car.

533-IS-66.

What?

-We got it. -We got it?

-Yes, sir! -That's great!

Last name Delpech First name Jean-Pierre

Jean-Pierre Delpech, MD.

He's been a doctor on Rue d'Alger for 20 years.

-The street next to the station. -Right next to it.

We weren't looking for a doctor anymore.

He didn't absolutely have to be a doctor.

Let's do things right. I want a full report on this guy,

I want to know everything, and put him under surveillance.

-We already did that. -Very good.

He's the owner of the vehicle, but no longer drives it.

His son does, Christopher Delpech.

Gave it to him four years ago.

He pays insurance, but hasn't renewed the registration.

-Where does his son live? -He lives near L'�tang de Canet

and he runs a bar, The Montana, in Perpignan.

We found a few IQ tests he was given as a kid.

He's very intelligent, almost a genius, but he never really stood out.

And there's a problem. We questioned his friends and neighbors.

Yesterday, he left for the Lorraine region to see his in-laws.

It's an eight-hour drive.

Tight, but if we leave now, we can make it before 9:00,

in time to take him into custody.

Flore, Arnaud, Sabueso, you're with me. You two,

question everyone in contact with him. Understood?

What about me?

Call the local HQ and ask them for a team to be ready, okay?

-You be our go-between. -Wait. You're kidding, right?

Victor, can you look for a Christopher Delpech

on Nora's computer, please?

Christopher... Delpech. Searching.

Ask me if you need any help.

Okay, I've got something.

Uh, an email exchange. No, looks like he just sent her emails.

What kind?

The kind of stuff you send to your whole address book, uh,

"Do you know what has more letters than the alphabet?"

The post office.

She never answered him,

but that does mean he knew her since he has her address.

Okay, merci.

And what do you want us to do once we're there?

Ask him questions and write up a police report on him?

Well, first off, we test him to see what kind of character he is.

If he clams up and we see that there's nothing we can do,

we wait until Perpignan, okay?

And we shake 'em up there.

But I think we can make him talk. We'll work on him in the car.

-Understood? -Understood.

Yeah, no problem.

Hey, F�lix, you asleep?

No.

The local cops are near his house as a backup.

You each know what to do,

-I don't have to tell you. -Mmm-hmm.

We can't afford to make any mistakes on this one.

We only have five minutes left.

His car is here.

Stay out of sight.

Police.

-Christopher Delpech? -Yes.

It's 8:56 p.m. and you're being arrested for murder in the first degree.

Christopher?

-What's happening? -We're the police, ma'am.

You should take your daughter into the other room,

and we'll explain everything to you.

We're gonna have a lot of time on our hands to talk, you and me. Hmm?

But there's one thing I want to know right now.

Where is she?

I threw her into the Cap B�ar.

The Cap B�ar.

I'm not familiar with it. Is it pretty?

Oh, yes.

Nora, we can't leave her there alone.

Help us.

Tell us, where did you put her?

I'm willing to help you. Come on.

Let's start at the beginning.

You killed her and then you did what?

-I, uh, I panicked. I, uh... -Yeah.

So, I put her in the trunk of my car after that.

I drove around for a while.

Then I finally went home, I was thinking of my wife and daughter.

Well, yeah. Of course.

And after that?

I told myself, "No one should be able to find her."

Yeah, so that's when you, you decide on Cap B�ar.

Yeah.

The sea is beautiful over there.

For scuba diving, it's the deepest area I know.

Oh! I took with me a, uh, large trash bag.

Mmm-hmm.

And I put her in it.

-Well, that was smart. -Mmm.

Then what?

Then I drove to the Cap B�ar, there was no one.

I put on my mask and fins,

then I pulled her out.

Then what?

-I carried her like a bride. -Hmm, yeah.

I dove in with her and, uh, from then on, everything was different.

I was holding her very close to me by her neck.

Then, uh, when I felt the current was strong enough, I said to myself,

"She won't drift to shore from here." So, I let her go.

-Well, yeah. -Mmm.

The sea and she are one.

And Leila, how did you do it?

Wait, who?

Leila? How did you do it?

-Stop the car. -What for?

I want you to stop the car.

What the fuck are you doing in there?

Don't you see he wants to talk right now?

Why wait for his lawyer to brief him, fuck!

You're mixing up two cases. That's a violation of due process.

Article 105, you heard about it?

"All subsequent confessions will be non-admissible if a lawyer isn't present."

We've been working together for two years, and you still treat me like a rookie.

Okay.

Look, I want to wrap this case up just as much as you do, you hear me?

It's eating all of us up, right down to the bone.

That's why we better not make a mistake now.

Not when we're about to cross the finish line.

Hey, you're a good cop, you know that.

Okay?

You proved it to everyone. That's not the issue.

But now, I want you to be super focused, understood?

Just focus.

Okay.

Are we good? Can we go?

Let me question him about Nora.

-Okay. Only about Nora. -Yep.

Nora, was she your mistress?

Our relationship was romantic.

Why did you kill her?

I'd like to understand.

It was her eyes.

I was about to kiss her, but then I saw her eyes.

Her gaze was full of contempt,

as if she was better than me.

I made her pay for it.

Dispatch to all units, check in with Detective Alves.

-Finish this up. -Inventory everything.

That's good. Keep all the files together.

And, uh, don't forget to ask John about what's going on there, okay?

Someone needs to go through trashcans.

Look at this.

Rosseau to the front yard.

You know, your house is really clean.

Oh! Where's the vacuum cleaner bag?

-I don't know. -He doesn't know.

It's a mystery.

-Did you lose it? -Yes.

This camera I found, is it yours?

Yes.

That's your bar, right? The Montana?

-The Montana, is that your bar? -Yes, that's my bar.

Articulate and speak up, okay?

Uh, yes, that's my bar.

Franck.

-Forensic, by the pool. -You're gonna wanna see this.

Suspect is out of the house. Please finish up inside.

Come on, let's go!

In the back, there.

The Valboux Strangler confesses to new crimes

A frantic race for clues in non-elucidated criminal cases

Leila Chakir found heavily mutilated in Moulin a Vent neighborhood

You really seem interested in this case.

Yes, like many others.

What's all this? Hmm?

I started writing a novel.

Really, you write novels?

A novel you've called Tatiana?

Well, I know what you're thinking, but... believe me,

-you're wrong. -Oh, we're wrong?

Can I read it?

May I?

"He scanned the dark sidewalks with a cold gaze for a female hitchhiker.

He couldn't return home empty-handed.

Jack said he absolutely needed a girl tonight,

and disappointing Jack was a very bad idea.

He then turned right onto Rue Courteline."

Rue Courteline.

Tatiana's kidnapping was a lot like that.

Yeah, kind of.

Don't you think?

I sometimes lack imagination.

Human interest stories inspire me.

Oh, really? They inspire you?

Go ahead and keep jerking me around.

Go ahead, I'll have the last laugh.

Do you get me?

Do you get me?

Bring 'em in.

If I win, then you have to go to sleep, okay?

-Rock, paper, scissors. -Rock, paper, scissors.

Cut, cut, cut.

Match point, match point, match point, Romane.

Okay.

-Rock, paper, scissors. -Rock, paper, scissors.

Daddy won this time.

Hey, come here, come here.

You want to do some gymnastics? Okay.

No, I'm not tired.

I'll read you a story.

So, is it him?

For the last girl, yes, we're sure.

For the others, we hope so.

It'll never stop.

It will.

I'll make sure that this ends now.

Either way, it'll be too late.

For what?

For us.

Hang on. hang on.

CAPE B�AR

Hurry up!

And stop fucking around!

Come on, move it!

He's just wasting our time.

We're 15 minutes in and barely halfway.

He could never have carried her body to the shoreline.

-You still have a ways to go. -Yeah?

We just found Nora's body.

What?

In Canet, next to where he lives.

I can't believe this. What the fuck?

No, don't do that!

You hear me! I know what you did!

-I'm fine, let go of me! -Calm down, damn it!

I'm fine!

-Calm down. -It's all good. Hey, don't worry.

Let's go.

You just got lucky.

Hey, Franck.

Hey, Franck! What the fuck are you doing now?

I think he's losing it.

Where the hell are you going?

A jogger found her body.

Delpech must have buried her in the sand, but not deep enough.

With the wind, she resurfaced.

Can you describe her body?

Well, she was found naked, lying on her stomach.

There are no mutilations.

None?

No. There's bruising on her right eye, her left eye, on her lip,

and, uh, the coroner thinks she was hit twice in the face

and then strangled.

Yeah. Delpech has probably nothing to do with Leila and Marianne's murders.

We were exhausted, yet we had to keep going.

Some of us even wondered if all this was worth it.

Truth be told, this case was tearing our team apart.

I wanted to tell you, I'm leaving the group.

There's not enough action here for me.

I asked for the anti-gang unit.

What do you want me to say? Congrats?

Yeah, well, we'll see. Yeah.

So, now what am I gonna do?

Every day, I'd come to work to see your ugly face.

I mean, uh, we can always try to...

No, don't say something you'll regret, please.

Yeah, you're right.

I better not screw it all up now, right?

Yeah.

Well, I'm glad we can go out for drinks like this.

You know, I mean without us getting into a fight.

Well, I'll see you tomorrow, detective.

See you tomorrow, detective.

Hello, Marie-Jos�. I was finally able to get access to the Delpech file.

They found a manuscript when they searched his house

-in which he talks about Tatiana. -Mmm.

Are you sure you want to hear what he wrote?

Yes. Yes, please.

Okay. Well then, I'll read it to you.

"There were fewer cars on the road than usual,

and female hitchhikers were rare,

but at the end of the road, in front of Caf� Figueres,

he saw someone waving at him.

As he approached, he noticed that she was a tall brunette with long hair,

sixteen or seventeen years old, probably still in high school,

with well-developed breasts and tight jeans."

-Are you sure you want me to keep reading? -Yes, please do.

"He checked his rearview mirror. Perfect. No cars behind him.

He used his turn signal and parked along the sidewalk.

By the time he opened the side window, she was already there.

She had a big smile on her face,

as she asked him if he was going to Thuir."

That proves he took her, right?

I don't want to get your hopes up, Marie-Jos�.

We have nothing, there's no proof.

I'm so sorry.

Mmm.

What'd he say?

Well, there's no proof.

We know nothing.

They have no idea.

Goodbye, mommy.

SEPTEMBER 24, 1995

I knew this case inside-out. I'd read the file a thousand times.

Tatiana never ran away, contrary to what the police had too quickly concluded.

She had simply gone away for the weekend with friends.

Hola! Here you go!

Hey, man. What's up? Glad you're here.

-Thanks, man, it's all good. -Yeah!

d And he's plain ugly to me d

d And I wonder if he's ever had a day of fun in his whole life d

d We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday d

d In a bar that faces a giant car wash d

d The good people of the world are washing their cars on their lunch break d

d Hosin' and scrubbin' as best they can in skirts and suits d

-Did you make a wish? -Oh, yeah.

d Well, they're nothing like Billy and me, 'cause d

d All I wanna do is have some fun d

d I got a feelin' I'm not the only one d

d All I wanna do is have some fun d

d I got a feelin' I'm not the only one d

d All I wanna do is have some fun d

In the train, on her way back to Perpignan, she met a young soldier.

They talked a little, maybe even flirted a bit.

Thanks.

Live Through This?

-I'm sorry? -That album is Live Through This.

Yeah. Am I listening to it that loud?

I'm sorry, excuse me.

Why? You have great taste in music.

You want to listen?

Tatiana gave him her phone number,

written on a small, folded piece of paper.

An invitation to a light-hearted future where emotions flourish,

the kind that makes you feel like anything's possible.

A few days later, the young soldier had tried to call her,

but she was already missing.

Delpech was convicted of Nora's murder.

For the others, Leila, Marianne, and Tatiana, no one had any answers.

Excuse me. How do you feel after hearing the verdict?

Do you now feel relieved?

Well, yes, we're relieved for Nora's family, of course,

because Christopher Delpech was convicted.

A 30-year sentence, with a 20-year time served before parole is harsh

and rather rare for a single victim murderer, don't you think?

Yes, maybe, but while we were indeed present for Christopher Delpech's trial

for the rape and murder of Nora, we're still waiting.

No one has had to answer for our daughters.

To this day, our questions still remain unanswered.

We have to know the truth in order for us to find peace.

Where do you both find the strength to keep fighting?

-Excuse me. -Enough with the questions.

-That's all, thank you. -One more question.

Could you please give your opinion regarding the sentencing?

Sorry, I have no comments to give regarding sentencing.

No comment.

As you can see, the verdict is in.

A 30-year sentence, with a 20-year time-served before possibility of parole.

Make sure you get a recording of him.

I need to get ahead for the shot. Over here.

Got him?

There he is.

-Christopher, this way! Over here! -Murderer! Murderer!

Well, shall we leave?

Hurry, get a picture.

Maybe not.

Hey, F�lix! Look at this mess! What is this, a greenhouse?

Can't you try to be careful at least?

It's always the same thing.

She's always scolding him for something.

-Always. -Always.

What?

"European Forensics Network Symposium".

Okay, but what is it?

It's a conference that showcases the developments in forensic sciences.

There'll be cops from all over Europe and from the FBI.

-Seriously? -Mmm-hmm.

Maybe I could go there just for three days?

It's in Paris, so it wouldn't cost anything.

Well, yeah. Sure, of course. But I'm no longer your boss.

I quit the crime unit and transferred to Montpellier.

What?

The good news is, I recommended you as team leader.

So, there shouldn't be any problem.

You can go to all the nerdy conferences you want.

Tell me why you're leaving.

I made a rookie mistake, okay?

I let this case take over my life.

Don't...

Don't make the same mistake.

Now, I don't have a choice.

I need to move away, I need to... I need to save my family.

I swear to you, we're gonna catch him.

I can't believe I'm leaving my team this way.

It's weird because I feel like I'm leaving a messy house.

And I don't like that.

Damien and Arnaud, they've already changed groups.

You're the only one left.

So, don't fuck up, okay? Understood?

Mmm?

You're the last one.

And Sabueso?

I've done my time, huh?

Now it's your turn to carry the leaky bucket.

The leaky bucket? What do you mean?

That's kind of what we do, isn't it?

We know it's useless most of the time, but we do it anyway,

because we don't have a choice.

If we did, it would be unbearable, right?

Yeah, you're screwed. It's your turn.

It's in your hands from now on.

A breakthrough in DNA sequencing

-How are you, sweetie? -Fine.

Careful, don't give 'em too much!

Yes, mommy.

Okay, give me a big hug.

Are you ticklish?

Mmm, my baby.

Mmm, sorry, sweetie.

-I gotta potty. -Okay.

-Hello, Bertrand? -Hi, Flore.

-How are you? -Fine.

-What's up? -Have you questioned the husband yet?

Yeah. Want me to send it?

Wait. I'm going to go see the judge first.

Okay, well, call me back once you have.

-Bonjour. -Hi, good morning.

-Okay. -Otherwise, I'll be there in an hour.

Okay, let's meet up later. Thanks.

Iris, can you come say hi to Martha?

I'm not finished yet!

You go ahead, don't worry.

That's really nice of you. Thank you.

-It's no problem. -I love you, sweetheart!

Me, too, Mommy!

Merci.

Iris, meet me in the kitchen, okay?

This case hasn't been active for two years,

and yet, I don't want it to be time-barred either, just to be clear,

but there's not much more we can do to keep this one active.

I can't request the police question the neighbors again after ten years.

Understandable.

-I have another idea. -Really? I can't wait to hear it.

There's a lab based in Lyon, Biomnis.

They use this new technology imported from the US.

Don't ask me how it works, but they can establish genetic profiles

for us based on partial DNA.

But if I understand correctly, this still is very new.

You're right, but I still have all the evidence

we weren't able to analyze back then.

The boot that belonged to Leila Chakir.

If the killer's DNA is somewhere, it's there.

Are you sure the long-term storage conditions didn't damage the evidence?

-It's been 16 years. -I found the boot and bagged it.

I made sure to put it in a paper bag.

Back then, that wasn't common.

I insisted.

And you're absolutely sure you have this evidence?

I've personally made sure that none of the evidence was ever destroyed.

In that case, request an estimate

and I'll accept it right away.

Then you can send it to your lab.

Merci.

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THE GIRLS AT THE STATION

CHAKIR LEILA

RIGHT BOOT WITH BLACK SHOELACES

-Here, you put your name. -Mmm.

And here, you put your date of birth. Go ahead.

No, you do it. I know what my birthday is. Do you?

Are you testing me?

No. Maybe. It's because you're living far away from me.

-Oh, I get it. Now I have to pay for it. -Yeah.

My play's successful, but I still come home.

Yes. The train isn't too expensive, I hope.

Don't worry about him.

Little Julien can't complain, he's livin' the dream! He's an actor!

By the way, Julien. Don't forget to come to our concert, please.

Of course not.

I bet the family superstar won't have time for a little concert.

Wait a second, remind me what you're doing here?

Raiding her refrigerator, getting home-cooked meals.

-I have to prepare your Tupperwares. -It's done.

-We're almost finished. -After Facebook.

-Look, it's finished. -I'll make a tortilla.

-Can I have some to take with me? -Yes.

A fluffy tortilla for each of my boys.

So, that's why you're here.

-Look for her first name. -Okay.

Send a message

Send her a message.

Um, okay. So, um, I... I don't know. What should I say?

Maybe you should start by saying hello?

That's always an icebreaker.

My name is Marie-Jos� Garcia, I'm looking for my daughter...

-Drive safely. Be careful. -Yes. Love you.

-I'm glad you came. -I love you, Mom.

-Thanks for the food. -It's my pleasure.

-Get some rest, okay? -Yeah, you, too, get some sleep!

Love you.

-Love you, sweetie. -Thanks again.

-My pleasure. Here, take this. -Thanks.

-Come out to our concert. -Yeah, we'll see.

-Say yes. You will? -Yes.

But I want to let you boys do your thing, so we'll see.

That's enough. I love you, my darlings.

We love you.

Get some rest!

-Don't catch a cold outside. -We won't.

Love you.

Hello Mrs. Garcia, I'm sorry. I'm not who you're looking for.

I wish you strength and courage.

Hello, Captain Robin?

-Hello, judge. -I have the results.

I have good news and bad news for you.

The good news is that even though they used partial DNA,

they established a genetic profile.

-And the bad news? -They didn't find a match.

They ran a comparison with all of your main suspects.

-And nothing? -No, nothing.

I know this is rough, but don't lose hope.

No, never.

There's one last thing we can try.

You're thinking of running it through the DNA database?

Do you really think our guy is in there?

There's only three to five percent of the population registered.

I don't know. Maybe, maybe not, maybe not yet.

I don't know.

Okay. Well, keep me in the loop and we'll see.

Talk to you soon.

Yeah!

Man, these guys are great!

They're so cool. Their music is awesome.

Well. Thanks for coming, everyone.

Whoo!

The first song I want to sing tonight for you is Vida de Mierda.

This song is very important to me.

So, thank you for being here.

Whoo!

d Hello, my name is Alejandro d

d I will tell you my story d

d Everything started on April 9th, 1990 d

d This is the day where I was born in this fucking life d

d Fucking life! d

d A life full of problems d

d Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no d

d My sister disappeared d

d We've been looking for her for 12 years d

d And we don't know where she is d

d Yo, my sister, if you can hear me come, come to me! d

d Fucking life! d

d A life full of problems d

d No, no, no, no, no, no d

d No, no, no d

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