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Enzo!

Good dog, Enzo.

Good dog...

Come here!

Enzo!

No!

Stop it!

Who are you?

What did I do to you?

No...!

MURDERS IN AIX-EN-PROVENCE

Dorval Heritage

My darling!

How are you?

Good journey?

Yes, very good thank you.

- That's all you have? - For 3 days...

- I booked a room at the hotel... - Absolutely not!

You're sleeping here! I prepared the first floor apartment for you.

As you wish, Mama.

Notice anything?

Yes! But what a pity you cut it all off!

It's been so long since we saw you, darling.

Tell me about Paris!

Block off the exits, close the cathedral to tourists.

Where's the body?

On the altar. No one's seen anything like it. Coming?

I spoke to the Heritage guy.

- We were at university together. - Yes, Marc Lavander.

We're working with him on the cathedral site.

I said you'd be more comfortable if the manuscript was here.

Incredible. A 16th-century incunable.

Written by Nostradamus?

That's for you to say.

When our team found it in the crypt,

I knew you were the only one who could evaluate it.

If it's genuine...

- it's a wonder. - Hi, Pauline.

Little brother!

- How are you? - Fine...

I'd be better if the workmen hadn't found a body.

What body?

A dead body, in the crypt. They called the cops.

Tell Lavander to meet us there.

- It's done. - It's where the book was found?

Of course. They must have been digging up another treasure.

Come on, Laurent!

The slightest security breach, they'll be on our backs!

Who's leading the investigation?

Guess.

The Nostradamus manuscript was in there.

- Whose tomb is it? - No idea, there's no inscription.

This way.

- Are forensics here? - I wouldn't miss this.

Multiple scarring. He wanted him to suffer.

He removed his eyes before flaying him the old way.

- When did he die? - 20 to 30 hours ago.

- Sunday, right? - It's too damp to be sure.

The murderer had all weekend to act?

There's not enough blood.

He was killed elsewhere.

No mention of the eyes or cross to anyone, especially the press.

What did you mean, "flayed the old way"?

Whoever crucified him knows the human body.

It's a Medieval torture technique used in the 16th century.

A vagrant fallen foul of a lunatic?

Vagrants don't get manicures.

Identify the victim, where and when he died.

Why they took his eyes,

and why the inverted cross.

Mr. Lavander, Heritage Officer.

Mr. Lavander, Anne Giudicelli, Aix police.

This site is closed to the public.

- We'll have to see about access. - Of course.

This is a multi-million euro project,

to stabilise the foundations.

- You can't close it. - Yes, we can.

Just for a prowler?

A prowler? You must know something I don't.

This is now a crime scene.

You're enjoying this.

No, Eleonore, I'm doing my job.

- Who was the guy with your mother? - Laurent Dorval, Heritage architect.

My half-sister Pauline's brother, from the ogress's 2nd marriage.

- Ogress? - Yes, Eleonore Dorval.

It suits her so well!

I stopped speaking to my father,

until he died.

Giudicelli, I'm listening.

Send me the ID photo by MMS. I'm waiting.

Some hikers found a car registered to Philip Borg, an optician.

- Know him? - No.

The car's clean but there's blood in a hunting shelter nearby.

Blood from game?

I don't think so.

I see. Let's go.

Hello, gentlemen.

Commander...

This way.

Call forensics, but I'm sure Philippe Borg died here.

He was bound, tortured and taken by night to the cathedral crypt.

What did they do with his dog?

My husband was an honest, upright man.

He did good! You don't kill doctors who do good!

Whose are the anxiolytics?

Philippe's. He'd had trouble sleeping for years.

What kind of trouble?

Nightmares.

What's that got do with it?

Who would do that?

I wish I knew, Chloe, but...

I'm looking for answers. The investigation's just begun.

You're sure he took your dog?

Enzo followed my husband everywhere.

I'm sure they killed him too!

When can we see Dad?

- Tomorrow, I think. - Why not now?

We need to know how he died.

Did he suffer?

No.

Find the bastard!

I hate this job.

You never get used to it.

Close his eyes before they see him.

Enzo!

The dog!

- What's that? - Don't touch it!

"When Mars' plagues return,

"Aquis will enter darkness".

What does it mean?

What does it mean?

I imagine the document is being analysed?

We're dating the paper and ink. There's no DNA or prints.

The murderer's gift ends here.

Know what I think it is?

A verse from a Nostradamus quatrain.

Could it be from the manuscript found in the crypt?

No one touched the incunable.

- The...? - Incunable.

A 16th-century book, after the start of printing.

No one at the town hall or the Dorval restoration team?

No, my department has guarded it carefully, it's priceless.

Ask your sister

if a page is missing.

My sister? What's Pauline got to do with it?

She's in Aix to authenticate it.

You didn't know?

I agreed to let her study it at your mother's.

She'll say if this verse is from the manuscript.

We'll do that later.

I want a list of everyone with access to the crypt,

speaking of which...

My God!

So?

The first meaning of the inverted crucifixion

is the torment of St Peter, a sign of extreme redemption.

Inverted crucifixion punishes a major sin.

The murderer wanted to make his victim pay

for an unforgivable sin, right?

Possibly.

Yes but which one?

The pathologist says a Medieval technique was used to kill Borg. Hugo?

At first glance, I see the killer as a cultivated man,

very determined

driven by anger and revenge,

and he wants us to know it.

His message is proof

of his desire to explain why he's at war.

But in unintelligible language. Dr Marciano, what's he after?

What does he want?

Only the verse will enlighten you. I think your sister...

Pauline could translate it.

We'll leave her out of this.

She's the top Nostradamus specialist.

You're not in charge of this case.

Still on bad terms?

You'd think she'd have said she was in Aix.

- This might be an opportunity. - For what?

To call her.

I know what she'll say:

"I'm busy enough with my research without playing detective as well!"

She only thinks of herself.

It's better than indifference?

Hugo, spare me the psycho bullshit. We've always hated each other.

I was an intruder in that family.

When their father killed himself,

they practically accused me of making him jump!

Except I liked him.

It's like talking to a brick wall with Pauline.

It's the same for her.

- All right, I'll drop it if you like. - What I'd like...?

Are you free tonight?

- We decided to end it. - No, you decided.

We've nothing to gain, Anne.

- Come for a drink. - What did I do?

- What did I say wrong? - Nothing, but we were going nowhere.

I was going somewhere. It was you who let go of my hand.

Was it when I mentioned kids?

I'm not sure I'm the right choice.

Yes, you're right. You're not the right choice.

Go and drink to lost love. If I've news, I'll call.

Anne...!

You need your sister.

You?

What a surprise! To what do we owe the honour?

I heard Pauline is in Aix.

We're in the middle of dinner, but I may I add a place for you?

Thanks, but I came to see my sister.

It's a bit late to say hello.

Come back tomorrow, will you?

Sorry your lamb's going cold, but I've a crime to solve.

What's it to do with us?

Eleanore, I repeat, I came to see my sister.

Call me "Mama", it's customary.

You don't deserve it.

I need to speak to Pauline. Either you let me,

or I'll summon her, and I'd rather not.

I so wish you didn't need a police badge to come home.

Of course, it's so easy.

It was you who left, darling.

- You're always welcome... - Hello, Anne.

Hello, Pauline.

- Lose my number? - No, I'm very busy.

I have to be back in Paris next week.

You wanted to see me?

Not here.

As if it couldn't wait until tomorrow!

We're eating dinner!

Forget it, Mama.

If my big sister wants to talk, we'll talk.

What are we doing here?

This is my place.

What's all this?

It's my HQ when I'm on a big case.

OK, nice.

- You sleep here too? - Sometimes.

Why not move into the jail? It would be more convivial.

- Still addicted! - We all have vices.

I won't ask how you are, you look frightful.

That's nice.

I hear you got your PhD with praise from the jury. That's extremely rare.

You're teaching Medieval History at the Sorbonne.

You've written 2 highly acclaimed books on Nostradamus, which I read.

Both of them? But there are no pictures!

I also know you live in Paris in the 5th, alone.

Spying on me?

Your haircut suits you.

I cut it a year ago.

I like your necklace too.

A gift from an ex.

It's no better with Mama.

Not really, but we make do.

Listen, why don't we talk instead of bitching?

Yes, or course!

What happens now? I've never been arrested before.

Drop the act! Did you expect an invitation?

When you didn't want me to tell Mama you were staying out,

you went by the book. You even brought me home a gift.

Sign of a spoiled child.

You were always easy to corrupt.

How classy!

I didn't know you were here! I had to beg an audience.

Stop it, Anne!

You love coming and provoking Mama!

Throwing your weight around. Humiliating her.

I'm forced to ask for your help. What do I have to do? Beg?

Well, start by asking me.

Good! What can you tell me about this?

Is it by Nostradamus?

- Is it a copy? An imitation... - Excuse me.

These are really good.

Is it from the manuscript found in the crypt?

You're asking for my help?

Could the great historian from Paris possibly enlighten

her poor ignorant half-sister?

- That depends. - On what?

For once, do something for free.

- I've done my bit already. - That's it! That's it!

Are we back to that?

Anne's suffered so much!

And I've never suffered!

Anne, watch your little sister, Anne, mind Pauline,

Anne, leave some for your sister!

Anne spoke much later than Pauline, Pauline's so much cuter!

Don't take it out on me, it's not my fault.

It wasn't just Mama made me leave Aix.

- If you mention your father's death... - No, it wasn't that.

So what was it, Pauline Dorval, tell me!

Bugging you, isn't it?

Get out. Go on, clear off.

Your mother's waiting. I don't need you.

It was great to see you again too.

Great.

Goddamn it!

Thanks for getting me out of there!

Dinners at my mothers are endless!

I guess you want to know what my sister wanted?

Not really, no.

You didn't ask me out for that?

I'm not saying I'm not interested.

The Heritage department is in the front line in all this.

No, I just wanted to be with you.

Fancy that!

You're hitting on me?

I was listening to you tonight.

I barely said a word.

I was listening to your eyes.

I was upset. My sister's so...

Yes, I've spoken with your mother about her.

From what she said, it can't have been easy.

It wasn't easy for anyone.

Once, when I was 6, I fell in a well in the Luberon. Anne was 8.

My family looked for me all day.

They even called the cops. General anxiety.

That evening, Anne found me.

I remember, she was so proud, and at the same time...

She was jealous, that I was comforted so much by my mother.

As if she was mad at me for having saved me.

I spent the day in that hole.

I've been claustrophobic ever since. I can't stand confined spaces.

I can't breathe!

Yes, Max, if you're not busy, can you come and see me?

Yes, Boss?

This is your number?

Yes, it's my number.

You knew Philippe Borg?

Yes, he's my daughters' optician.

- For their squints. - Since when?

About a month.

What was he like?

Expensive, but a good doctor.

You shouldn't have gone private.

Nothing odd about him?

Nothing special. Can I go? I've just come off duty.

OK.

Max?

You're not hiding anything?

Borg had hundreds of patients, why not a cop?

Yes, Pauline?

Anne, come quickly. It's horrible!

It was wrapped in yesterday's paper. I opened it and...

- You think they're... - Borg's eyes.

It's your fault for dragging her into this.

Don't worry, Pauline, it means nothing.

Maybe it's because you're working on the manuscript.

- I'm talking to you, Anne. - No, it's for me.

You're imagining it.

He's saying he's watching me.

Darling, you arrived yesterday, you're not the centre of the world.

Why attack you?

Why you precisely, Pauline?

The more we find out, the safer you'll be.

You have to help us.

Don't listen to your sister. You've nothing to do with this.

Unless you'd rather stay in your hole.

Stop it!

I forbid you to listen to your sister.

The verse found on the victim could be Nostradamus, yes.

Same language, same pace, same number of feet.

No pages seem to be missing from the incunable from the crypt,

but given its state after 456 years, I can't be sure.

For the rest, give me time to translate it.

Delighted to see you home, Anoushka.

I love your rings. Who copied whom?

Don't touch anything until forensics arrive.

That's the incunable?

We're sure it's by Nostradamus?

Not completely, but it's 16th century.

Well preserved after 5 centuries in a tomb.

I saw where it was found.

How is it to be back home?

I always make a detour to avoid passing this place.

Was your ring from an ex too?

Maybe.

Thanks for helping me.

"When Mars' plagues return, Aquis will enter darkness".

- Made any headway? - A bit.

Don't get excited, I'm doing it out of curiosity.

Darkness.

An obsession with Nostradamus.

This is one of the Malefic quatrains,

predicting chaos and death by the final punishment.

The death of whom? Borg?

The darkness is the theft of his eyes?

No, I don't think so.

Aquis in Latin is Aix en Provence, the city.

The verse talks of plagues,

the great epidemics Nostradamus halted in 1547.

He rid the city of cholera when Mars was dominant

at the height of the virus, but during its history,

Aix suffered other plagues.

I counted 4 during Nostradamus's life:

cholera, leprosy, plague and smallpox.

What can we deduce from that?

Several plagues mean several deaths.

This message heralds more murders.

Borg warned me.

I've been waiting for you for 7 years.

I can't take any more.

What happened that night.

I know what you want, but I've never had the guts.

Let me do it.

I'll do it on my own...

Let me do it.

Let me...

I'll do it.

I'll do it on my own.

I'll do it on my own...

You couldn't have known.

I'm sorry, Marie, really sorry.

Did he seem different lately? More worried?

I don't know... I don't know.

You know he was in contact with the girls' optician, Dr Borg?

I don't know Dr Borg.

He didn't commit suicide.

I don't believe it.

Everything points to the contrary,

up to the powder on his service weapon.

We've told Traffic Surveillance, they're onto it.

OK.

No photos of Max aged 20?

- He hated university. - Borg too.

His wallet. We found this in it.

Not a word about this.

"Dying Sorcerer, Office,

"by the crooked sword will bring down the Dictator"

A new message from the killer, Marie was right, it wasn't suicide.

He was holding his gun.

Why wouldn't he defend himself? It doesn't make sense.

Or someone made him kill himself.

"When Mars' plagues return, Aquis will enter darkness",

"Dying Sorcerer, Office, by the crooked sword will bring down the Dictator"

Well,

any bright ideas?

CCTV footage from the scene by Atanassian's house.

One hour of video.

Guys go to work, mothers take kids to school,

deliveries... nothing.

- What's that? - That?

A resident.

In a windbreaker with gloves?

We lose him at 7.23 and see him again at 31.

8 minutes gives him time

to kill Max and slip him the verse.

Ask the phone providers for a list of calls in and out of the area.

Problem, doctor?

They need little excuse to spy on us.

If we get the bastard, who'll mind?

Hello, Pauline... Yes...

You're right. We've a 2nd murder and a message

in the same style. I'll email it to you.

Another doctor?

No, one of our guys.

Married with 2 little girls. Maxime Atanassian.

Hello?

Yes...

You knew him?

No, of course not. How could I have?

Obviously.

We've also got the lab reports.

The paper from the first message is authentic.

It's 16th century, but the ink is recent so it's a fake.

I imagine it's the same for the 2nd, but the problem's the same.

The killer used Nostradamus and we need an interpreter.

Yes, count on me.

Another murder?

Yes, Maxime Atanassian, your friend from university.

Friend...

He was just in the volleyball team.

Yes, like Philippe Borg. Shouldn't you tell Anne?

She doesn't care, what's the point?

I didn't sleep with Atanassian. You should talk to her too.

How do you know that?

I know many things.

It all points to a madman

punishing his victims. We have to find out

what crime they committed together

or separately. Dig into their lives, their pasts, relationships,

but do it before we've a 3rd murder on our hands.

Philip Borg, optician whose eyes are stolen.

Maxime Atanassian, police officer, killed with his service weapon.

It's symbolic.

Borg saw what he shouldn't have, Atanassian failed in his duty.

They sinned by the sword, died by the sword.

Max was a 37-year-old cop

with an exemplary record. He deserved a bullet in the brain?

Tell that to his widow and kids.

Those aren't my words. They're the killer's.

Gilles!... Gilles...

Commander!

Borg and Atanassian studied at Aix University.

They were members of the Notre Dame Club.

Maxime too?

Is it a jazz club? A sex club?

- Can you find out? - Ask Pauline.

She's been a member since uni.

The Notre Dame Club inspired by the College of Sciences

created in 1550 by Nostradamus.

Who runs it?

Paul Joanis, the President of the Bar Association.

Nostradamus saw it as a means of dispensing knowledge.

Today it's a circle of power-seekers:

politicians, economists, lawyers,

the elite and people in power.

A bit like you.

You're not hiding anything?

No, ma'am.

Do you think I'm stupid? Did you sleep with Borg too?

You realise the killer might be eliminating all your exes?

No, it's impossible.

Why, you went down on the whole campus?

No, not the whole campus.

Listen, Pauline,

Why did he send you Borg's eyes if you've done nothing wrong?

You're not surprised that a month after the manuscript's discovery

a madman is leaving a verse by Nostradamus at each of his crimes?

Who brought you to Aix to study the manuscript?

Who, goddammit?

Me!

Your sister has nothing to hide, nor does our family.

Aren't you sick of attacking us?

- It even got to your step-father. - Yes, I know!

So much that he jumped! I know the refrain!

But Robert wasn't sick of me.

You've always removed anyone who offended you. Know what I think?

Your husband was sick of it.

Sick of feeling excluded from the Dorval clan,

sick of you and your tyrannical outbursts!

- So tired, he jumped! - Stop it! Stop, Anne.

Please leave.

I don't want to hear about you or your case. Go!

I'll leave you alone, but the killer won't.

You always get her into trouble.

- If anything happens to her... - What will you do? Slap me?

Like when I saved her from the well?

Commander Giudicelli?

- Mr. Joanis. - Thanks for sparing the time.

I don't even have time for a coffee between hearings!

We'll make it short.

Dr Born and Lt. Atanassian were members of our club,

but it's all they had in common with the verses left by the killer.

How do you know about the messages?

Aix is a village, and I may have heard something at our club,

from our former president.

Who is?

Your mother!

You didn't know.

I inherited her chair just after she resigned 7 years ago.

But she remains our dear honorary President.

I must go.

If you need anything, Commander...

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Thank you.

- For what? - Tonight.

For me it's... I...

I'm proud to be out with you, I think you're wonderful.

If only you were free.

Nostradamus monopolises your days and nights.

I must confess,

I'm very jealous.

To begin with it was his mystery,

his magic fascinated me. And very soon, his brilliance.

The intelligence of his genius.

Doctor, astronomer, a man of science

and of tolerance.

Much has been said about his predictions,

only a fraction of their secrets have been revealed.

They're controversial.

Of course! Like all those who were right too soon.

Take the second verse, for example.

I thought you were dropping all that?

I'm not sure the killer gives me a choice.

"Dying Sorcerer, Office, by the crooked sword brings down the Dictator".

The "dying Sorcerer" has to be Philippe Borg.

At the time, science was still considered supernatural.

Borg was a doctor, "Dying Sorcerer".

"Office" was the military post created by the King,

occupied by an officer of the Royal Army.

Atanassian, a police officer?

But there's still, "will bring down the Dictator".

Who is the Dictator?

The 3rd victim.

Unfortunately, I haven't solved that puzzle yet.

I wish I'd come back to Aix under less difficult conditions.

At least I got to see you again.

I've been dying to since University. I never dared tell you.

- You should have. - Pauline, you were...

You were inaccessible.

And I'm not any more?

That's for you to say.

Nostradamus didn't predict this.

No one could have, not even me.

When I was studying art history, I applied to join the Notre Dame Club,

just to follow you.

They didn't want me.

Did you know Borg and Atanassian?

No, I knew Pauline Dorval.

I was only interested in art and you.

My brother knew them, they were linked.

Really? Then it's possible he knows the 3rd victim.

Borg and Atanassian both studied at Aix university.

One law, the other pre-med.

Both wanted to forget this period of their lives.

We have to dig into their pasts, the answer is there.

Anne, the list of calls made the day of Max's death

shows the unidentified man on the video used a pre-paid card.

It's dead?

No, he called a number in Gardanne, a 62-year-old pensioner,

Aline Page.

Mrs Page, hello.

Anne Giudicelli, police. Can I talk to you?

I'm investigating the death of officer Max Atanassian yesterday at 7.30.

A few minutes afterwards you received a call.

- It's possible. - No, it's certain.

- Who called you? - I don't remember.

A mistake, probably.

An 82 second mistake is a bit long.

Could anyone else have answered?

You live alone here?

Sometimes with my daughter, but she's not here.

She's paralysed, she's been in a clinic for 7 years.

The St. Victoire Institute.

Did you know Max Atanassian?

Philippe Borg ring any bells?

Only what the papers say.

After Borg's death 4 days ago, you received a similar call.

A mistake too, I imagine.

If you say so.

Very good. Thanks for your help, Mrs Page.

I'll leave my card in case the mistake happens again.

Have a good day.

A problem?

Come in.

I thought you were the target. I'm wrong.

I'm glad! Who is it?

I don't know, but you do.

Come here, I've something for you.

"By the crooked sword bring down the Dictator".

The dictator in Ancient times is the supreme magistrate.

A magistrate. The 2nd verse herald's a magistrate's death.

Atanassian read law.

Did one of your friends become a magistrate?

- I don't know. - Yes, you do, Laurent.

You're scared stiff!

You're scaring me with your stupid predictions.

- You could be completely wrong. - Laurent!

I know you, I know when you're lying.

If something happened, tell me, it's too serious.

Borg's eyes were sent to me.

You and I never had secrets.

Why, you think I'm lying? You really think that?

You've nothing to fear.

Let the police do their job. You'll see, it's some nutcase,

who has nothing to do with you or me or anything.

You're freaking me out and making yourself ill.

Believe me.

Pauline can't be sure,

but if a magistrate's targeted,

we have to take maximum security measures.

Yes, but how do we protect the 150 magistrates in Aix?

Hopefully they aren't all members of the Notre Dame Club.

That's what interests us.

If Joanis refuses to cooperate?

I'll lock him up for obstruction.

Our members:

17 judges, deputies and prosecutors.

I hope you're sure about this.

We exercise the utmost discretion.

Don't worry, I'll treat you as though you were swingers!

I also asked for the staff list and your accounts.

- Everything is here. - Good...

To what do I owe this zeal?

I never imagined the danger our little circle was in.

Do you know about the book?

An incunable our club has always owned,

and...

which disappeared about a year ago.

An original by Nostradamus, his famous 942 prophecies.

A month ago,

the book turned up!

The one found in the crypt?

- The one Pauline is studying? - Without a doubt.

Someone in your club stole it and put in the crypt?

But to what end?

To attract my sister to Aix, and begin his punitive pursuit.

It's possible.

Why didn't you say you had the manuscript?

He who knows the future, has the power.

You scared me to death! What are you doing here?

I wanted to talk to you.

- About what? - The reason for the murders.

Why won't you tell your sister?

- Tell her what? How do I know? - You're lying.

You were my patient, I know everything about you.

Your fears, your past, your phobias, your affairs at university.

- Your addiction to sex. - From which you benefitted, doctor,

if I remember correctly.

Marc Lavander too?

So that's it.

You're jealous. It's starting again.

You shouldn't have left me, not when I needed you.

This isn't about me. Tell me about the accident 7 years ago.

What accident? What do you mean?

Your silence is criminal.

Unless the killer's caught, others will die.

Stop it! Let go!

I've never seen you like this. What's wrong with you?

You're no longer my shrink or lover.

It's you who's sick! You!

Coffee?

No, never. You've forgotten?

People change.

No.

You're sure the incunable belonged to the club?

According to Joanis, yes. It explains its condition.

I think it was stolen and planted in the crypt.

- To involve me. - Apparently.

Joanis knows lots of things. He's not the only one.

Too many people talk in this city.

Those who know keep quiet.

Why are you looking at me like that?

I received this.

What do you tell him in bed?

Don't take that tone with me. I do as I please.

I loved Hugo and I left him.

I left him, because you screwed him.

That's why I left Aix, if you want to know.

- I didn't know, Pauline. - Come on, Anne!

You know everything, and you drift into his life, unaware we're together?

I tell you, I didn't know! The guy's sick! Look!

- He gave us the same necklace, ring... - Stop! Stop!

Stop Anne! I know you! I'm no fool!

You're dying of jealousy!

You'd have done anything to hurt me!

You've always been full of hatred.

Like when you rescued me and got slapped for not paying attention.

She hates you and I'm paying because you won't tell her to go to hell!

Shut up, Pauline! You know nothing about it!

You think you remember but you don't.

You want the truth?

I shut you in that well, so they'd never find you again!

- I know. - No! You don't know!

I wanted you to die, Pauline! I wanted you to die.

I wanted you to die for robbing me of my mother.

But I lacked the courage. I was 8!

Then I thought,

they'll think I'm a heroine for finding her.

For once in her life she'll love me.

And all she did was slap me.

She slapped me!

I know.

- I know, Anne. - I'm sorry.

No, it's me that's sorry.

It wasn't your fault, my little sister.

That's what you used to call me.

Are you sure?

Ever wondered why we don't have children?

You can't invent feelings.

You can't love when you haven't been loved.

She broke us. She broke us.

Here, they make it better.

Better than sex any day!

It's true, this shit's good!

Did you love Hugo?

Yes, I thought so.

Until the day I thought I was pregnant.

I was just late, and he became aggressive.

That's funny.

When I mentioned children, he just split.

He laid into me today, about an accident 7 years ago.

I didn't understand.

7 years ago?

An accident related to the murders?

Anne?

I hope it's good news, I need some.

Aline Page's daughter is called Caroline.

She entered the St. Victoire polytrauma clinic in 2009,

following an accident in the street.

It's a private clinic costing more than 20,000 a year.

Way beyond her mother's means.

Find out who's paying.

Yes?

Mrs Atanassian, she says it's urgent.

I'll take it.

Yes, Marie?

I found it when I was putting Max's things away. I'll show you.

This way. I couldn't believe it.

There.

13th May, 2009,

"Young woman found unconscious in the street in Aix."

"15th May, run over by a car,

"4 months pregnant, Caroline Page loses her baby"

"The 22-year-old worked in the university bar."

"No witnesses".

They never found the baby's father.

Could it have been Max?

Why would he have hidden this in his garage? Why?

I don't know, Marie, I don't know.

"22nd May, Aline Page, a cleaner, was contacted,

"broken and outraged by the tragedy."

"5th June, looking after her daughter alone."

"After 3 weeks in a coma,

"Aline demands justice for her daughter, in vain".

Nothing after June? Sure it's all here?

I didn't touch a thing.

He never mentioned this girl or this accident?

He was obsessed by it.

An accident 7 years ago.

What if the murderer is making the perpetrators pay for the accident?

Could Marciano be the killer?

He taught at the university, he's in the Notre Dame Club.

He might be in collusion with the girl.

Or the mother.

Caroline was removed from the clinic the night before Borg's murder.

OK...

Get me the name of the judge who closed the case.

He may be the 3rd target.

What's wrong?

I know who paid for Caroline's clinic.

Spit it out!

Robert Dorval, Pauline and Laurent's father.

Your stepfather.

Where's your daughter? When did you last hear from her?

She hasn't spoken since the coma.

Did she have a boyfriend

at the time of the accident?

She never said his name. He was a doctor.

- A student? - No, teacher.

Hugo Marciano?

They left her to die like a dog.

A call for an ambulance could have saved her.

She'd have lost her baby, but she'd have been saved.

Instead, they abandoned her.

Why do you say "they"? There were no witnesses.

An admirer, I imagine.

People were touched, we get them regularly.

Last question, Mrs Page, why did Dorval pay

for your daughter's clinic until he died?

Your mother asked him to.

My mother? What do you mean?

I clean the club, I know her.

Your stepfather explained it in a letter before he died.

What letter?

It's true. I heard Mrs Dorval talking about it with her son.

If some good soul is punishing those who broke my girl,

I bless him who brings us justice.

I've no time.

As usual.

You resigned as president of the Notre Dame Club 7 years ago.

- And? - Why?

To make way for the young. Tired of responsibility.

I've a business to run, if you hadn't noticed.

Borg and Atanassian, club members, stopped seeing each other 7 years ago.

Laurent, a close friend, also stopped seeing them,

and you throw in the towel? What happened then?

- I told you. - I don't believe you.

What are you trying to prove?

You're too fond of power.

Weariness didn't drive you to resign, or to pay Aline Page

twice as much as the other club staff.

Compassion. Yes, we never change.

Compassion?

- You don't know what it means. - You're wrong.

The poor girl's tragedy moved me.

I changed her mother's hours and gave her a rise.

Compassion also led your husband to pay for Caroline's clinic?

Is that what it says in the letter he left before killing himself?

Where's the letter?

You think he cared about you and left you a note?

You're dreaming! There's no letter. There never was.

I have to question Laurent.

Touch my son and I'll break you!

I know a lot of people.

I'll destroy you. Don't touch my Laurent.

Your Laurent, your son.

I'm surprised you haven't screwed him on your desk.

Get out of my house!

You won't protect him from the murderer.

He doesn't need protection, he's not a judge.

Who said the 3rd victim would be a judge?

Never do that again.

Tap Aline Page's phone,

and find out who regularly sends her daughter flowers.

It's possible Aline gave the murderer

the manuscript stolen from the Notre Dame Club.

She may also know the next victims.

Why not bring her in?

There are too many personal elements missing.

I'm speaking now under my sister's guidance.

According to the killer's verses, tonight Mars is dominant,

and a magistrate will die.

I don't know how to take this message, but we can't say we weren't warned.

Last point, according to the report,

the car that ran Caroline over 7 years ago was red

and German. That's all we know.

Wait.

I've the name of the magistrate.

Joël Cantien. He died of cancer.

His assistant was Pierre Villiers, now a deputy at the Law Courts.

He closed the case.

Get Pierre Villiers's number and send protection to his home.

Dammit!

Marciano gave us the slip.

Shit!

Shit... shit!

Hello?

Hello, Pierre Villiers?

Hello?

Frank, see to it.

"By the crooked sword bring down the Dictator".

Shit!

"Die by the sword", said Marciano, who is still missing.

- The security guards? - They're being questioned.

"Then the Scribe,

"betraying prophesy,

"a prisoner of time, will die of her fear".

- Who is the Scribe? - Me.

He's been aiming at me since the start.

It's me he'll end with.

What does "prisoner of time" mean?

I don't know.

And why "betraying prophesy"? I've never betrayed Nostradamus.

He's killing me for that.

You still think it's Hugo?

I'll know more when I know his relationship with Caroline.

She was run over 7 years ago.

The driver wasn't identified,

she lost her baby.

The magistrate who closed the case is the 3rd victim.

He killed Villiers for that.

Villiers studied in Aix and I'm sure he's linked to the other victims.

He was best placed to cover the case up.

That's why the murderer talks of a crooked sword.

He punished all 3 of them,

punished them in the name of what he calls "True justice",

in whose name he's threatening you and brought you back to Aix.

But no.

Mama called me when they found the book. How's she involved?

I don't know.

Your father also knew about Caroline's accident.

My father?

He paid for the clinic.

Why?

I don't know this girl! I've never seen her!

I didn't go to the campus bar. What's it got to do with me?

There must be a reason.

If anyone knows about Caroline's life, it's her mother.

You're the only person I have to protect.

Go home, we'll arrange your protection.

I've one last question, Pauline,

do you know of a farewell note left by your father?

I beg you, Pauline, don't lie to me.

It's too important. If you lie to me, we die.

Where's the letter Daddy left?

What letter?

Never mind, I'll find it myself.

Wait, Pauline.

Who told you about that?

I'd have preferred it to be you.

Mama forbade you, right?

How could you hide something so serious from me?

She does as she likes with you.

What was the letter about?

His depression, he'd had enough. I didn't read it, Mama told me.

Dad paid for Caroline's clinic. Why?

Out of pity.

He knew this girl?

He wasn't the father of the baby she lost?

I don't know any more. I don't know.

Why did he kill himself?

Did he owe this girl something, or one of the victims? Was it blackmail?

- Stop it, please. - Laurent...

This isn't a game.

You're not a kid, coming crying to my bed with your troubles.

He was my father too, I've a right to know why he died.

What are you hiding? What foul thing are you hiding?

Mama knows?

She refuses to talk about it.

Laurent...

She doesn't love us.

Not you, me or Anne.

Mama thinks of herself, no one else.

She won't hesitate to sacrifice you too.

It's a disgrace!

We've done nothing! We've nothing to hide!

- It's nothing to do with us! - That's enough!

When Villiers died you had another call from a prepaid phone.

No conversation, just 2 rings.

What was it? A signal? "It's OK, he dead"?

I know you stole the manuscript for him. I want a name!

A name!

Anne!

Caroline,

is he the one avenging you?

Is he the one avenging you?

- Can she hear me? - No.

- Your daughter can communicate. - No!

I believed the doctors too, but it's a reflex.

Her finger moves when she's hungry or cold.

I ask you to leave us alone, please.

My daughter's a victim, the only victim.

Boss, we've got Marciano.

Address me by my proper title, it'll be more formal.

As you wish.

You consulted the archives at the Law Courts,

you opened Caroline Page's and Pierre Villiers' files.

I've enough here to send you to jail for 25 years.

Where were you last night?

What does it matter?

If I say I was waiting for Villiers, it'll go against me.

Why were you waiting for him?

To ask him why he closed the Caroline Page case.

What's it to do with you, Marciano? Tell me!

Villiers was in charge of the case, close to Borg and Atanassian,

and suspected of being responsible for Caroline's accident.

We've proof of your relationship with her.

I don't believe you tracked Villiers down just to question him.

Did you kill Pierre Villiers?

Are you serious?

While involved in this case you hid your relationship with her.

I didn't want my private life interfering with an unrelated murder.

- Unrelated? Shit! - Totally unrelated.

Do you regularly send her flowers?

No.

Were you sleeping with her at the time of the accident?

Yes.

She was pregnant by you when the car hit her.

- I wasn't the father. - She was 4 months pregnant.

Since then you can't stand babies, you avoid paternity.

- I wasn't the father. - You never got over it,

and the child's death, a little girl did you know?

When the case was closed you swore to kill the 4 occupants of that car,

and it took you 7 years.

- 7 years to find them, Hugo. - I wasn't the father!

You're lying.

No, Caroline's child wasn't mine. Must I tell you why?

Whose was it?

Who was the father?

I don't know, I never knew.

I don't believe you.

Caro had an affair.

She was cheating on me.

While she was in the coma,

I watched the hospital, her visits, but I never knew.

I never knew who it was.

I've no way of checking as you know.

You'll have to take my word, Commander Giudicelli.

Why should I believe you? You've lied all along.

What deal did you make with Caroline's mother?

What monstrous pact?

What's this bullshit?

Aline told you what she overheard at the Club where she works.

The names of the occupants of the red car.

Borg, Atanassian, Villiers, who is the 4th?

Who is the 4th bastard who killed your kid?

Who left the love of your life dying on the Tarmac?

A beautiful woman condemned to vegetate in a wheelchair

until the end of her days. Who?

You were best placed to avenge her.

You even took part in the investigation.

Stop, Anne. You're wrong.

Don't say you didn't want to kill them all.

Yes.

At the beginning, yes.

I couldn't do it.

You imagine me killing them one by one?

Why not?

And Pauline?

I said she was in danger.

In what way is Pauline involved in the tragedy?

I don't know?

The answer is in your family.

That's where it lies.

Interested in Nostradamus?

No. At least...

I wanted to read the killer's 3rd message.

I worked out why he's threatening me.

You remember the red Golf Mama gave me?

I remember finding the wing damaged one day.

A careless driver, I thought. But I looked into it.

I called my insurance, I just needed the date, and I have it.

It's the day of Caroline's accident.

Bang on, May 13th.

Strange, isn't it? My car hit her but I wasn't in it.

The only person who'd borrow it without asking is you, Laurent.

So now...

Now, tell me the truth!

Tell me, you stole it to go for a drive with your pals!

You got drunk and ran her over! Tell me!

- Tell me! - All right!

We drove up by the campus bar.

There was no one there.

Then she was in front of us.

We saw nothing, just heard a bang.

She rolled, 50 metres behind us.

I'd no time to brake, we thought it was a bin, we got out, saw her.

We all recognised her. The waitress from the bar.

We're all drunk.

- So? - Did she recognise us?

No, seen the state of her? With a record you're finished.

No police career, nothing, and I'm finished in the law.

After all, no one saw us.

Laurent! Who are you talking to?

It's OK, it's not the cops.

Were you driving?

Answer me, were you driving?

I don't know how, but the murderer knows it was my car.

You realise, he thinks I was driving! You realise?

Let Anne deal with it. Mama's sure she'll catch him.

Why Mama?

She knows?

Any witnesses?

No, I don't think so.

Pierre's right.

She's bleeding, she's hurt.

You've one minute to decide your future.

If you leave, you live, if you stay, you'll pay.

Think of us, your father, me.

Think of what people will say!

I don't know.

I can't lose you, darling.

If you love me, don't stay.

All of you, get out, fast!

Please...

Listen carefully, come back,

park the car and I'll say you were home before midnight.

Do as I say, for pity's sake!

- I'm calling Anne. - Wait, Pauline. Wait!

I've a wife and kids!

You can't do this to me because of a psychopath!

- What good will it do her? - You disgust me!

It was 7 years ago! I'm begging you! Begging you!

He's right.

They weren't going to sacrifice their futures for a stranger!

She wasn't a stranger! She was 22!

She was pregnant, they left her to die like a dog.

The harm was done, it was an accident.

You're a jerk, but how could you do that?

I forbid it!

You can't say that.

You can't denounce your brother,

you can't do that darling.

- The killer's after me, Mama. - I'll protect you.

Like you protected Anne?

Forget your sister. I loathe her as much as I love you.

She let a magistrate die. She's incompetent.

She's your daughter.

I'd have got rid of her if I could.

But she was born anyway.

What?

I wanted you. I gave you everything!

You were so beautiful, so brilliant.

Yes, so I had to get out,

not to die of suffocation. You were jealous.

That's not very nice.

Listen,

my girl, if you talk,

no one will believe you.

Anne will be suspended for Villier's death.

Her superior is a friend.

I told him it would be better if Anne left the city forever.

Your half-sister is finished.

There's no one to listen to you, my poor girl.

You'll stay here quietly

and let the police arrest the lunatic threatening you.

He'll be judged and sentenced.

Everyone will forget this sorry business.

You're completely crazy.

Anne knows the truth, that Laurent took my car.

- You're a bad liar. - Mark Lavander too.

Sleeping with a town hall employee.

You haven't been cured of your depravity.

Who do I get it from?

How many of my lovers did you sleep with?

Laurent won't escape.

- The killer will find him! - Never! You hear me? Never!

Laurent, please get out.

Leave your sister to think.

In peace.

You're completely crazy!

Thank you.

You're under supervision. Report in every morning.

They'll tell you what to do.

- Any progress on the case? - Not as much as I'd like.

Why didn't you visit Caroline when she woke up from the coma?

I went once, her mother was pushing her chair.

She didn't love me, she was pregnant by another man, what was the point?

Through lack of courage?

Think what you will.

Why have you released me?

Seized during the search of your house.

A semen analysis proving the sterility of Mr. Marciano.

You couldn't be the father of Caroline's little girl.

I know the killer is the father of this child.

Why didn't you tell me?

I've lost every woman who wanted a child.

The case continues?

Yes, without me.

They needed to fire someone after Villiers' death.

- What about Pauline? - The area is secured.

If the killer goes near her, I'll kill him.

Drive! Drive!

My mother had Anne kicked off the case!

To think, she locked me in! She locked me in!

The murderer is convinced I was driving the car but it was my brother!

I knew nothing about this girl...

You lie very badly.

It's you?

They released you?

As you see.

Pauline's been missing 2 days.

Really?

You don't know where she is?

No.

- May I? - Of course, go ahead.

I need to talk to you.

The police think you know things, Aline.

That you know the murderer.

They suspect you, the investigation is closing in on you.

But I can help you, as my husband did.

I don't know what you heard at the club, but you misunderstood.

There was never any plot to cover up the investigation.

You're scared.

There have been 3 murders,

and warning of a 4th. Can you blame me?

I think you know the man avenging Caroline.

Maybe you asked him to do it?

I didn't need to.

Listen...

My husband and I did all we could to help you.

For fear of the truth.

You think you know the truth?

No one really knows what happened that night.

And she won't be telling us.

You'll be alone against the police.

You're wrong.

The baby she was carrying had a father.

He won't forgive.

He'll never stop, he's too full of hatred.

You've made him a murderer.

You can stop him.

Why would I do that?

If he carries it through, it'll be nothing to do with me.

The car was my daughter's.

It doesn't prove anything.

The others took it. In fact, there were only 3 of them.

That's not what you said at the club to your son.

Laurent had nothing to do with it, I swear! Nothing!

I repeat, it was Pauline's car.

You'll know the pain of losing your child.

It's like tearing off a piece of yourself.

It's like dying with them.

You've made a pact with a madman.

You think you'll get away with it?

What will become of her, alone?

She's nothing but a vegetable.

She'll be at peace.

Justice will have been done.

This city will have paid its debt.

Your little prodigies,

your children, so well bred with their money and selfishness,

are cowards, trash.

They saved face rather than my girl.

- They'll pay with their lives. - How much?

How much to save Laurent?

A million?

More?

How much to save his life?

Yes?

Commander, a package for you.

- Put it there. - Thank you.

"The pure will choose justice or see the gates of Hell reopen."

- Gates of Hell. - It's Pauline's hair.

Won't you wait for the lab results?

I'm not waiting until she's dead. She's still missing?

Your mother and brother know nothing, no answer from Pauline's phone.

It's untraceable.

"A prisoner of time, die from her fear". We must find the bastard.

- Did you call Marciano? - He's off the radar, and worse,

he didn't sign in this morning. Shall I call in the team?

I no longer have a team.

I'll see if Lavander knows anything.

I'll go to Marciano's.

Mr. Lavander, hello! Sorry to bother you.

Not at all. I've terrible flu. I'm stuck in bed.

You haven't heard from Pauline?

Pauline?

She called me yesterday. She was at home, at your mother's.

She's gone, we can't reach her.

And you're worried?

Yes, very.

She called to say she'd be too busy to see me for a couple of days.

I must say, given my state, that suited me fine.

With all that's going on, I know I'm not her priority.

Of course.

- Excuse me. - Of course.

Yes, Gilles?

What?

Shit!

Are you sure?

You checked?

We'll meet at my mother's. Get Laurent there somehow!

OK?

OK, see you soon.

I heard nothing, I promise.

Thanks for your help.

Not at all, Commander. It's normal.

No!

It's how I ran away when I was 15.

It's how Pauline got out.

Why did Pauline run away? You locked her in again?

Afraid she'd tell me the truth?

At least I tried to protect her.

Laurent, you've one minute to tell me everything.

I know you send flowers to Caroline.

Why?

What did you do?

Tell me what you did.

I was driving that night.

I wanted to report it.

- Shut up! - She stopped me!

Shut up!

Yes, she stopped me! I obeyed you and said nothing!

He doesn't know what he's saying, he's not himself.

He's protecting his sister.

- Tell her you're lying! - I'm not lying!

I swear I'm not lying!

Will you be quiet?

Why did you keep the letter?

Why?

Laurent...!

Let me go!

Dad wrote it for us, Pauline, you and me.

After Caroline's accident, Mama made him keep quiet

and pay for the hospital, but it wasn't enough, he was ashamed of me,

ashamed of our family.

It killed him.

Anne!

Marciano's in a coma, in critical condition.

- And my sister? - Still nothing.

Any idea who she might have told?

- No. - Then I've no more use for you.

You're under arrest.

I thought you were suspended.

Causing danger to life, hit-and-run,

aiding and abetting a crime, there's a lot there.

You're sending me to jail?

Not me, him.

I'd send you straight to Hell.

You thought you were above the law? You'll end up alone, Eleanore.

Help! Help!

Help!

Help!...

Listen! He's kidnapped my sister.

She's got nothing to do with this. Nothing!

Caroline...

I need your help.

I know you understand.

The man you love is committing horrible crimes that change nothing.

My own brother was driving the car that ran you over.

He was arrested, he'll be judged.

My sister will pay for a crime she didn't commit.

Help me.

I beg you, Caroline, help me.

Please!

Who used the manuscript to bring her to Aix?

I thought it was my mother.

Someone gave him the idea?

Who?

Who, Caroline?

Who? Who?

Who?

Mark Lavander...

"Then the Scribe,

"prisoner of time, will perish from her fear"

Shit!

Pauline!

The tomb!

- Go on! - Push!

Again!... Push!

Go on!

That's it!

Yes, breathe... breathe...

Breathe, Pauline! Breathe gently! Breathe, darling!

It'll be OK. Even Nostradamus can be wrong! Breathe, darling!

St. Madeleine Church, 30 Place des Prêcheurs, quickly!

Yes, urgently please!

Look out!

They paid for their crime!

The pure chose Justice, Marc, but not yours!

Not by revenge!

I don't believe in your justice!

You'll live,

your brother will live,

but she has nothing!

You stole her life!

And you stole mine!

You stole it!

No!

Laurent and my mother were sentenced.

Hugo survived. He left the city and stopped practising.

He's been unlucky with the women in his life.

Between the two of us, he had the ideal woman!

That's true.

My qualities, your defects, it's obvious!

I'd say it's the other way round!

- Watch out! - Thank you.

I don't know if Nostradamus is right,

but one prediction came true.

The pure chose justice.

What's that?

In the 16th century, "pure" meant upright and courageous.

You're much more than that.

More than those who thought themselves above the rest.

- Are they still going to fire you? - No!

I might even get a medal. Me, who never wins anything!

I won.

I won a sister.

Not a half-sister, a whole sister.

My sister!

My little sister!

Adaptation: Clare McAllister