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So, that's it, you've decided
to marry me?

The whole PJ's here, you've done
things in a big way.

Why are you sulking?

You don't like getting up at 5:00
in the morning to see my face anymore?

It's just that I'm not sure
that you'll like what's coming next.

OK, well, get to it. Why
so mysterious?

What's going on in there?

There's cognac in this coffee.

I thought you could use it.

Lieutenant, my legs
are dragging,

but my heart is in the right place.

The Swedish stoppers,
they're the ones who discovered the...

They are in a state of shock.

I warn you, it's not a pretty sight.

Is it a plot or what?

You know the victim.

Jade.

Pasquet...

The northern half of the country held
by a depression.

Macabre discovery last night, in a
chapel on the road to Cassis.

The infamous serial killer,
Emmanuel Pasquet, known as the Inquisitor

wanted by all European
police for five years,

would have returned to the scene of his
first crime

to sacrifice his thirteenth victim.

Come on, guys, let's go.

Hey, you're the new coach?

I can barely coach myself.

So, what are you doing in
this backwater, asshole?

Talking to a friend.

No, Fred.

You've been up all night putting
this town back together again, huh?

Nice work.

Real bombshells,
your chairs.

I'll have one made for you
if you want.

Customized with siren and flashing light.

It must be five years since you
last hung out here, right?

What brings you here, Fred?
Did you get lost?

Still without ice?

Jade, when did you last see her?

Well, yesterday.

Just before she took off.
Gone to Rio.

A contract for 15 chairs for
the next Olympics.

Why do you ask?

She was found dead,
last night.

What are you talking about, Fred?

No, it couldn't be her.

If unfortunately, there's
no doubt.

She could have been the victim of that
serial killer, The Inquisitor.

Excuse me.

Patrick, whatever scumbag
did this,

I swear, I'll bring him back.

And you'll make yourself a pair of gloves
for biclou.

You drop what you've got on fire
and go after Pasquet.

I want that bastard between my bars
within 48 hours

before he makes another victim.

It's been five years since that bastard
bolted from under our noses,

so let's start over.

There's no way he's going to
escape us again.

Quick reminder.

Emmanuel Pasquet, 42 years old,
known as the Inquisitor.

As a boy, he discovers that his father is
not his real father,

who is none other than the village priest.

Shocked, he tells his stepfather who,
of rage, kills his mother in front of his eyes

before shooting himself
in the mouth.

The little Emmanuel remains locked up
48 hours alone

with the corpses in the house.

He will finally be taken in by
his aunt, Thérèse Mougin.

A bigot who, believing she is doing the right thing,

will bring him up in the purest
Catholic tradition.

Fatal mistake.

Since his first crime,

eleven young women have passed
through Europe.

France, Belgium, Germany,
Holland, Switzerland.

The crimes are similar to
a biblical rite.

An offering to Christ.

Probably to redeem
the original sin

which led him to his own existence.

He is a serial killer of the
ritualistic type,

always the same victim profile.

Tall, redheaded, 30, 35 years old, a prostitute
or an unfaithful woman, his unconscious

probably identifying him with Mary
Madeleine, the sinner.

All sacrificed on the altar
of a chapel.

And a tattoo, always the same,
his signature.

And tell me Einstein, there,
your mysticopath,

why he would have come back
to poop at our place,

on the place of his first crime?

Not very careful.

According to a psychopathological theory
that I've studied,

subjects who return to the scene
of the trauma reflect either

the end of a cycle, or outright
a desire to be arrested

to finish
with his demons for good.

You make me laugh.

This scumbag is just playing us the same
music he played five years ago,

and we're still at the solfege.

Damn, we wouldn't be in this situation if we
had squeezed it back then.

Fred, I understand your pain, but
you know the file,

so there's no need
to add to it.

Ah yes, that, the file, I know it
by heart,

I lived it live in my
little hospital room.

A real fiasco
And whose fault is that?

This is not the time to stir up
the knife in the wound.

I don't need you to take responsibility

for what happened back then.

But you know perfectly well that we
didn't have anything to catch him on.

No witnesses, no fingerprints-

But what else do we
have today?

Nothing, nada.

No accurate description.

A dozen or so sketches, all
different from each other.

And with the publicity that those assholes
journalists gave him...

If you want my opinion-

I only want your opinion
if you become a cop again.

So either you're able to take
on yourself and do your job,

or you go fishing.

If this bastard is still alive,

the countdown is already well
underway to nail him.

Thanks.

Nice little butt clamp with
all the top brass in the house.

Did you have a good time?

Anything to add? No?

Do you think I'm wrong too?

To make it personal,
as usual?

No. For once, I can understand.

So, I'm counting on you to catch
Jack the Ripper before the others do.

I've got a couple of words for him in private.

What do we have?

The stoppers' testimonies.

A white van driving
from the chapel

almost ran them over the night
of the murder.

Make? License plate? Profile of the
driver? Tire tracks?

No? Phantom van, that's
a good thing.

Especially for me.

Thérèse Mougin, the old bigot?

Yes, that's a lead.

You go for it, and above all, you don't
hesitate to shake her like a plum.

Of course, her house is perched on
a hill full of stairs,

aren't you coming with us?

No. For once, it's not that.

It's just that bigots,
make me sad.

Do you prefer pretty doctors?

Yes.

Science rather than obscurantism.

The murderer started by tattooing
delicately

the cross around his navel.

The branches are of length
perfectly equal to 82 mm

and form a precise 45 degree angle
with the adjacent branches.

Then he opens the belly as if he
were performing a caesarean section.

Depth of the cut similar to
those made

on Pasquet's previous victims,
46 mm.

Identical scar, identical tattoo.

I can send you
the rest in writing.

No, go on.

The operation lasted between one hour
thirty and two hours

judging by the different degrees
of coagulation of the blood.

In short, always faithful to
Pasquet's mode of operation.

Except for one detail.

The devil is in the details.

The Inquisitor has a habit of
butchering his victims

while they are only anesthetized
with sevoflurane.

Now, this time, given the small
volume of blood

that flowed from Jade's
body,

Pasquet probably mutilated her
post mortem.

She would have been
killed two hours before.

Which is a serious
deviation from his ritual.

Or...

It would have been mixed in the doses
of anesthetic.

Maybe.

I don't know how you do it,
Elisabeth.

I maintain my schizoite.

I observe, I project. I keep my
sensitivity deep inside me.

And I pray.

Who?

The real question is:
"Why?".

I pray that one of these days,

there won't be someone I
know on this table.

I'm sorry, Frédéric.

Thank you, Elizabeth.

No, that's mine.

No.

Come on, climb in.

With my Ferrari, in no time at all,
we'll catch him and fry him.

Come on, speed it up.

Yes?

Homicide, we've got two, three
questions for you.

I can't, it's vespers time.

Oh.

Open this door immediately.

Do you know why we're here?

No?

Well, obviously, your little nephew
has made a comeback around here.

He came across a new victim
near Cassis.

Have you seen him?

Mmh?

Accessory to murder.

How many Easter Mondays can you
spend behind bars for that?

I've been questioned 1,000 times
in five years.

I've already told the police
everything over and over again.

I haven't seen Emmanuel since he left
and I have nothing to add.

Oh yeah?

Not even a little letter?

A little phone call for the
Christmas turkey?

Not very grateful for his aunt who
took such good care of him.

I've been questioned
a thousand times in five years.

I've already told the police
everything over and over again.

I haven't seen Emmanuel since he
left and I have nothing to add.

Well, that's a pity.

No, but no.

Leave me alone.

But leave me alone.

Ouch.

You're back late.

Tough day?

Have you been listening to the radio?

No, why?

Jade Libansky.

Ben what?

It's for her that I was called
last night.

She was found dead.
An atrocious crime.

Probably Pasquet, the serial killer.

What?

I'm sorry, I didn't think...

It's been years.

Gaëlle, what's going on?

I know this is going to sound strange,
but Jade and I,

we saw each other often.

We had become friends.

One day, I received a phone call
from Jade.

It was about three years ago.

She wasn't doing well at all, she
needed to talk to someone.

And then she told me I was
the only person

who would understand her.

But yes, you both had
a ball and chain at home.

Please don't start.

It's okay.

I'm just trying to figure it out.

At first, I reacted the same way you did.

This girl, I had barely
chatted with her

when you and Patrick
came to rehab.

That's what I thought.

Come on.

Why didn't you tell me?

Jade had asked me to keep
our relationship a secret.

She didn't want
to let Patrick know.

He couldn't stand her talking about...

of her unhappiness to a third person,
of their problems as a couple.

He had become jealous,
possessive, violent.

You know it well, you yourself had
distanced yourself from him

since you were afraid to see yourself
in his eyes.

Because you saw yourself
in Jade's eyes?

I could never have put up with what she
put up with.

Especially after what happened
a month ago.

Why?

Patrick had a horrible jealousy attack.

He wanted to slaughter her.

Jade took refuge in a room.

As a result, he started banging
the walls, the doors,

until his fists were bleeding.

After that, she told me she wanted to
leave him.

She didn't know where to go.

You have nothing to do with it.

Look at me, Therese.

Do you realize that because of
your silence,

11 young women have become
holy martyrs?

If you want to have a tiny chance,
I mean a tiny chance

of going through purgatory,

help me spare his next victim
and save him from himself, damn it.

How dare you claim to be a
follower of God, if you help

a creature of Satan spread
crime in his kingdom?

Nice command of pious language.

She would have been in the orders
rather than the army,

she might still have been
sexier in a cornette.

He was so fragile.

He couldn't take a step outside
without feeling persecuted.

Learning the Bible was so that he
would find hope,

that he would open up to
the world of the righteous.

I thought I was doing the right thing,
but it was my fault.

By locking him up,
I wanted to protect him.

Well, that failed.

I wonder how you're going to
be able to atone for

with the time you have left to live.

Can't you feel it
heating up under your buttocks?

Beelzebub has already lit the Butagaz.

Very good Butagaz.

I'm a good teacher.

Stop persecuting me.

I pay enough every day
for my mistake.

If I have to go to hell-

You won't go to hell
if you help us

and tell us
where he's hiding.

I lied five years ago, because
I thought he was innocent.

I swear that if he had given me
the slightest hint,

but I would have turned him in to save
those poor innocent victims.

When I think that it is because of his
false testimony

that he slipped through our fingers,
five years ago.

So, you swear to warn me
if he manifests himself

in any way?

I swear it on the Bible.

Will she be released
despite her false testimony?

We have no choice.

This is our best chance
to trap Pasquet.

Provided that he is really
back in Marseille.

What does that mean?

Nothing, forget it.

This one.

Well, what do you have there,
Lieutenant?

I was struck by the
divine revelation.

There's a man over there, the parish priest,
who would like to talk to you.

Decidedly, all of Christianity
is angry with you.

Why didn't you take
his testimony?

Sir wants to talk to someone in charge,
not to a grueler.

Ah, damn computer.

Sorry Father, I've had a rather busy morning

Oh, but you know, in confession,

I hear all sorts of things, mademoiselle.

Or madame, perhaps?

Lieutenant Lucie Delambre.

So, you're the Father?

Rouillac, Pierre Rouillac.

And I take care of the
services at the chapel de Pormio.

Well, when there are any.

I'm what's known as
a traveling priest.

Given the disaffection of the faithful,
we are more and more in that case.

Excuse me, but why didn't you
come forward before?

Well, your service seemed
a little overwhelmed.

And then, I have the impression that the
information that I have

is very modest, you know.

Would you like a coffee?

Oh no, no thank you, I never take
any exciting. Thank you, no.

Well then, I'm listening.

Well, it was the day before the tragedy,
on my way out of the chapel

where I was doing a quick cleaning,
changing some candles,

my attention was drawn by
a small glow,

quite unusual, at the edge
of the parking lot, precisely.

So I retraced my steps and
at that moment,

I heard an engine start up, then
a vehicle pull away.

Did you see the license plate?

I arrived too late, and then
I don't have your eyes.

Good.

I'll leave you my card.

If something came to your mind or

that something suspicious was going on,
on the side of Pormio.

Have any other witnesses
allowed you to identify

this poor lost soul?

No.

Unfortunately.

For the moment, we have not had
any serious testimony.

You know, this murderer has brought
hell into my chapel,

if you were to find him, I would love

to speak with him for a few moments,
in order to save his soul.

You left me your number,
I'll leave you mine,

and in advance, I thank you.

Yes. Put me through to the archdiocese.

Yes, hello, Lieutenant Delambre,
criminal brigade.

Can you confirm to me
that there is indeed an Abbé Rouillac

in charge of the Pormio chapel?

Yes?

Very well. Well, thank you,
Goodbye, ma'am.

I'll leave you.

No.

No, we'll stay here.

My Jade.

You were my paradise.

My heaven and my hell.

Do you know what I want?

What are you doing?

I'm coming.

No, Fred, no.

You take it, you drink.
Not the other way around

You hadn't forgotten, had you?

I haven't practiced since our last round at the clinic.

Can I ask you a personal question?

I'm listening.

How were things between you and Jade?

Is it the cop or the friend who asks
the question?

The friend.

With Gaëlle, after the accident, we
separated, got back together, separated.

But we just got back together.

It was never easy.

I was just wondering how
it was for you?

I'd be surprised if that was
the friend talking.

How can you still
claim to be my friend,

when from one day to the next,
for no reason whatsoever,

I completely ceased to exist
for you?

Were you afraid?

Were you afraid I was going to lead you
down a bad path?

Come on, I'm not going to tell you,
not to you.

Jade and I had our ups
and downs,

but overall, we were
a real couple,

if that's what you want to know.

We fucked, we yelled at each other,
we did it again.

Three years ago, I almost left
her.

I couldn't stand it any more.

I couldn't stand that compassion any more.

You know that, right?

I had never seen this portrait
of Jade.

It's beautiful.

Yeah.
Do you think so?

Except that it's my mother.

Yeah.

That's all I have left of her.

She abandoned me when I was 13.

13?

You never told me about that.

Why?

But who is this happy man?

Claude, he's my first love.

I was 13, he was 14 and we
met again by chance.

And are you happy?

You can't even imagine.

Oh yeah?

Well, what are you doing here?

Of course, you didn't know that your
mother was going to remarry?

Of course.

So, it's only me
who didn't know.

Suspect Inquisitor on
the Corniche, quickly.

See you soon.

Police, you stay put.

Go ahead and stay put.
You get on the ground.

What the hell is this?

Move over.

I told you it was over Bob, that
will teach you to stalk me.

Just be glad those
asshole cops

didn't shoot you twice in the back of the head.

Now, take these
two morons

away for obstructing the police.

Don't tell me you're happy about this?

Not in the least.

It even makes me a little nervous.

It proves that we have no
certainty

that our killer is still
in Marseille.

Do you have another option?

I'm thinking about it.

Speed up, then.

Einstein?

Wo, wo, wo.

Just a quick question, boss.

Do I throw up in the glove compartment or the glove box?

There's plenty of room on the
floor mat.

Tell me, copycat, does
ring a bell?

The light was red, there, Captain.

There were no cops. Go on.

A copycat is the equivalent of a
forger, but in painting.

Talent, but no imagination.

So, he's methodically replicating

the work of a master

whose
psychotic impulses he possesses.

What if a murderer
uses

the same M.O. as a
psychopath

to make up his own crime?

If you're thinking about Jade Libansky,

it seems unlikely, Captain.

Why?

It's such an atrocious crime.

It can't be a cover-up.

Whoever did this is
truly a monster.

If you put that aside.

If you assume there was
a copycat.

There would have been a 90 percent

chance that the Inquisitor would have
already shown up.

That's a statistic.

And why would he show up?

To shout at the forger.

Psychopaths hate it when
steals their work.

Do you want the recipe for the doughnuts or
do you have something to ask me?

I want the recipe for the doughnuts and
I have something to ask you.

Tell me, don't you think
Jade would have dramatized

Patrick's violence a bit?

Why don't you ask him
directly?

I did.

And according to him,
everything was going well lately.

Jade gave me some details,

I don't think she
made them up.

What kind?

Abel's mother, for example.

She has Alzheimer's.

Patrick wanted to take her into their home.

Now, she's always been a problem
in their relationship,

because she hated Jade.

You have to let them figure out
what to do,

they got into a fight,
and it got out of hand.

Are you sure about that?

He always told me she was
dead for years.

Well, he told you about your friend Abel.

Don't call him that, it
creeps me out.

I didn't make it up.

That's what you
called each other back then, right?

Abel and Cain.

Besides, what Jade told me
can't be

too hard for a cop to check.

Abel's mother... Sorry, Patrick's,

has been locked up in a specialized
institution for five years.

Fred...

You are not
imagining

that Patrick would have killed Jade?

Then to have lacerated her body
to make up his crime.

New episode in the case
of the Inquisitor.

The police have interpellé
a man

corresponding to the profile of the
serial killer

in the beginning of the
afternoon in the space...

But after checking, it would be
a false alarm.

Proof that the psychosis is growing in
the Phocéenne city

in spite of the reassuring
declarations of the police

who refused to give us
more details.

And what details did you want?

The jogger had a nose job and
asymmetrical breasts?

Yes?

Yes, good evening Lieutenant,
excuse me for disturbing you,

it's Father Rouillac.

No, please, don't
disturb me, Father.

Did you listen to the news?

Yes, I can confirm that it is
indeed a false alarm.

Well, yes, but as your boss

told me that the investigation was
progressing, I was thinking that perhaps

you had some news?

No. But I promised you that
I will keep you informed

and I have only one word.

I wish you a good night.

Lieutenant?

Yes, I am listening, Father.

How did God allow such an
abomination?

As much as I struggle and struggle,

I am afraid that my faith is abandoning me.

Please be assured that every effort is
being made to stop this madman.

You really need to find him,
I'd like to try something

to try to save his soul.

You can count on me.

Goodbye, Lucie.

Goodbye.

Yes, Borel?

Yes, Lieutenant?

I've just received a masked call,
I'd like to know where it came from.

And the name of the purchaser
of the chip and the cell phone

and for as soon as
now. OK.

Ms. Libansky is slowly losing her mind.

She sometimes gets nasty.

Her recent memory is fading, but she
remembers very accurately

the events of her youth.

For example, I'm sure
that she forgot

what she had for breakfast.

Or that her son came
to see her yesterday.

Yesterday, you say?

Yes.

Mrs. Libansky?

Frédéric Caïn, I'm a friend
of Patrick's.

It's funny, you look just like him.

The way you walk, no doubt.

How is that little scoundrel?

He doesn't give much news.

You know, with his wife's death...

Ah, because he's married?

I hope he doesn't have any children,
at least?

No.

Because I would have made

a very bad grandmother,
you know?

Me, children...

By the way, Patrick told me that
you had separated

when he was 13 years old?

Oh yes?

Well, he had it coming.

He also told you that until then,
we had never left each other.

A real little couple.

It must be said that he was so
cute, my little scoundrel.

What did we say?

We were saying that Patrick had well
deserved that you send him

to a boarding school at the other end of France.

Ah yes, so.

When I told him that I wanted to
live with Roger,

do you know what he did?

I remember it like it was yesterday.

I was in the bath.

He went into the bathroom
naked

and told me that if I didn't
leave Roger, he was going to kill me

If Roger hadn't intervened,
I think he would have succeeded.

But you didn't refer him to a
doctor, a psychologist?

Why?

Jealousy is not a disease,
young man.

Is this your option B,
Patrick Libansky?

Do you have any equipment
to charge your friend?

First, Patrick Libansky shared my
rehab room five years ago.

When you gave me the Pasquet file
to ask my opinion,

he was able to read it and discover
all the details,

especially concerning the
modus operandi of this killer.

There are millions of spectators who
have seen The Silence of the Lambs,

they didn't start eating people for all that.

Two: Libansky tried to strangle his
mother at the age of 13.

And Einstein here will confirm

that all psychopaths have a
little problem with their moms.

You expect us to believe that you are
the only one here

who ever wanted to strangle
your mother?

Three: Patrick Libansky
violently assaulted Jade

three weeks before his death.

And guess what the argument was about:
Patrick's mother, precisely.

Four: Unlike the Inquisitor's 12 victims,

Jade was not the type to spread
his thighs 15 times a day.

Five: He owns a white SUV
with tinted windows.

Can anyone tell me how many
white SUVs

there are in the PACA region?

9,000.

OK.

So, don't forget the forensic report.

Jade was killed
two hours

before she was lacerated by
her murderer.

Which is a serious departure
from the Inquisitor's M.O.

So, what are you waiting for to
the Inquisitor, Patrick Libansky?

You said it yourself, he's my friend.

And if I'm right, it's as a friend that
I'll get his confession.

With all due respect, Captain,

you're not forgetting just one
tiny detail?

Your friend, Libansky, isn't he a
little physically diminished?

So what? Disabled people
can't be

psychopaths like the others?

Yes, that's at least something
I would have learned from you.

No, but from a practical point of view,

do you see yourself, in
zigouiller

a young woman of about 60 kilos,
transbahuter her in a estafette

and then to drag her for about 400
meters to a chapel,

all without leaving the slightest
trace of wheel ?

And for a detail, it's a detail.

You know what, Fred?

You're doing everything you can to prove
to us that Patrick Libansky killed his wife,

while your whole being
refuses to admit

that he's a monster.

And do you know why?

Because if you did, you'd
feel guilty

about stopping him from killing himself
five years ago.

Can I sit down?

Mint soda?

Thanks.

What's the deal with you
and Libansky?

He was in a car accident,
I was in a motorcycle accident.

We shared a room
all through rehab.

It's a bonding experience.

So how can you suspect him
of slaughtering his wife?

He's a cockroach.

A cockroach?

A cockroach, a crawler, like me.

And it's well known, cockroaches-

Cockroaches are psychopaths
like the rest of us.

But don't be afraid, in a minute,

you'll be laughing.

It's hot, huh? No?

We're going to go for a walk.

Ah, it feels good to be
on vacation.

I want to dive
naked into the sea.

I'll go on a pedal boat.

It's been a long time since I
pedaled.

I'm finally going to get to know
your body.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

I'm going to show you something before
going to the sea, will you?

Yes, yes, yes.

Hello Auntie.

I've missed you all this time,
you know?

I was very pleased to see you
yesterday at the police station.

You looked a bit worried.

What scared you?

It was the naughty little Lieutenant,
she made you talk?

What did you say to her?

The Lord wanted me to confess.

I'm only his poor messenger.

I beg your pardon, my
little Emmanuel.

But I understand Auntie. I understand,
It doesn't matter.

Goodbye Auntie.

But how beautiful it is here.

The pretty chapel.

In fact, do you want to marry me,
there, now?

If you want to, but, then, you'll have to
push me inside.

We'll roll on the flagstones.

We might as well not leave any traces.

It'll be our little secret.

Shh.

Wait.

Wait, wait.

I'm going to film.

It'll make memories.

Cuckoo.

There you go.

You're going to lie down on the altar.
Huh?

We're going to rest.

It's good because...

We're going to rest for a little while,
Okay?

Yes. Yes, that's...

That's a good idea, because I'm
a little bit tired.

There you go.

Lieutenant, I'm sorry, but
the priest just called me.

We're not going to be able
to get married today.

Lucy?

Shit, the doll is broken.
Lucy?

Wake up.

Lucy?

What am I doing here?

I don't remember anything about it.

You drugged me?

What kind of shit did you use?

GHB. Just a tiny dose, relax.

Too small by the way, you shouldn't have
woken up now.

You're completely out of shape.

You shouldn't have challenged me.

This time you've
crossed the line.

I'll never work with you again.

And bring me back immediately.

When he woke up one morning
after restless dreams,

Gregor Samsa found himself in his bed,
metamorphosed into a monstrous insect.

It's funny the cockroach as an animal
totem, it's you who pointed it out?

If I tell you that it's our
son, will you believe me?

Not always choose the lion, the eagle
or the rooster as a symbol?

Why not the snail or
the hermit crab?

I don't know if it's rooster season
or snail season

or hermit crab season,

but it sure looks like at
Fred Gregor Cain,

it's mating time.

No, no, no, no.

Wait.

My poor darling.

I'm going to have to explain to you again
the laws of gravity.

Aren't you tired of taking
always like a whore

who is asked to lie down
on her back?

Police.

Identity check.

So, have you got anything new?

No. Clear.

Has anyone been to her house?

No, no one.

And she hasn't been out since yesterday.

Not even this morning for mass?

No.

Is anyone there?

Call the cavalry, the bastard's
finally moving.

But you're a sick bastard, Fred.
Truly incurable.

No.

It's amazing how far science has come.

You're lucky Lucie
isn't pressing charges,

because the vultures of the IGS

are just waiting to take care of you.

Really?

So, what did she tell you?

Just that you were right.

That a disabled man could have killed
Jade Libansky.

Ah, well, still.

See?

You're all so obsessed
with this Inquisitor crap

that this was the only solution
I had

to prove to you that it was possible.

Now, if you want to stick me
in traffic,

well, that's up to you.

Still, a handicapped person at a crossroads,
that might be a bit messy.

Stop fucking with us with
your shitty handicap.

Can you imagine if she
had been cardiac ?

So, what do we
do now?

You, nothing.

This morning, Lucie discovered the body
of aunt Thérèse.

Definitive proof of the guilt
of Pasquet

and which definitively clears your
friend Libansky.

A new body has been discovered
near the chapel of Pormio.

A priest.

It's without you, Fred.

You're going to take a few days of rest,
it will do you a lot of good.

Thank you comrade, frankly.

In my case, a layoff,
it's a miracle.

Why did you lie to me?

About what?

Your mother.

It's not that she abandoned you.

You didn't give her a choice according to
what she told me.

Have you been to see my mother?

The famous Alzheimer's paradox.

Present in a spin, but past
dreadfully present.

Now you should ask why
I went to see your mother.

Is that a real question,
or are you just

doing it to me in reverse?

It's like your so-called
calm-water relationship with Jade.

You just forgot to tell me that you
almost butchered her too.

So, you're doing it to me
backwards.

Where did you get all this from?

Gaëlle.

I forced her to tell me.

So, you also know that I was harassing her
non-stop with my sick jealousy?

That I couldn't stand her fucking
compassion anymore, her pity

at my pathetic efforts to
try to make love to her?

When she threatened to leave me

because I wanted to take
my mother home,

it's true, something exploded
in my head,

but I didn't kill her, Fred.

Did someone accuse you of killing
Jade?

I didn't kill her, but I could have

out of love.

out of hate, out of frustration.

But you know as well as I do that without her,
my life would be meaningless.

Do you understand that?

I know you understand.

So, how can you imagine
for a second

that I could have committed such a horror?

This staging, this butchery.

On a body that I loved so much,
Fred.

Actually, you know what ? I think
you're the sick one.

It's you.

It doesn't matter what I imagine,

but you betrayed me, Patrick.

You call yourself my friend,
but you lied to me.

So, you see all this, it doesn't concern me
anymore.

Deal with your conscience.

But of course I'm your friend, Fred.
You know that very well.

I'm the only one who understands you.

We're both the same.

I'm telling you we're the same.
Huh?

Admit it.

Aren't you tired of this
shitty life?

Haven't you ever wanted to
dump everything?

And start over somewhere else?

The other side, Fred.

The other side.

What about the Captain?

I gave him some time
to think.

Libansky is the image of madness
against which

he is fighting with all his might.

So, if we want him to come out of this,

we have to let him face his demons

so that he can spit
in their faces for good.

You are officially in charge
of the Pasquet case.

Scientists sent a photo
of the corpse to the archdiocese,

and they just confirmed.

It is indeed Father Rouillac.

I'm sorry, I should have-

No, we've all been fooled, Delambre.

And as long as those necrophagous
journalists

don't announce the identity
of the victim,

we're still one step
ahead of that bastard.

You told me you had
his contact information, right?

Assuming his
number is assigned.

I asked for a search

the last time he called, and
it didn't turn up anything.

Try it anyway.

Yes. Lucie Delambre speaking.

Sorry to bother you, Father.

But you never bother me,
Lieutenant.

There, I keep my promise.

We just arrested Jade's murderer
Libansky, he confessed.

My boss agrees,
we got you

a five-minute
one-on-one interview with him.

But it would have to be before his
transfer to the judge at 7:00 pm.

6:30 p.m. at SRPJ, would that be okay?

That's fine. Thank you so much.

You definitely screwed up, Fred.

The body of
Abbé Rouillac has been found.

The Inquisitor has just killed his third
victim in a week.

Patrick, I know you're in there.

Look, I'm in the parking lot above
your house.

Come on, let's get some fresh air.

Forget about it.

Patrick?

Patrick.

Poor bastard.

Sector 1? I've got a T.S. at 33 rue des
Goudes.

Send an emergency vehicle.

All right, let's pack it up. He won't
come again.

I'll be back late, but I have a surprise.

I hope the guest room
is ready.

Patrick?

Your husband left me no choice.

What's going on?

I'll explain.

Thanks.

Fred, I saw the look on Gaëlle's face.

It's nothing.

Seeing us both again in our
little armchair without a rocker,

of course, it did something to her.

I assure you Fred,
it's not a good idea.

You're going to shut your big mouth.

Come on, get some sleep.

Weekend with sunshine

and the start of a small heat wave

which will accompany us for
eight to ten days.

Temperatures at the moment are...

Mrs. Delambre ?

Yes, yes, here I come.

The sushi.

You are an angel Lucie.

And you are going to help me find
the forger

who dared to pretend to be me.

It was not me who killed
Jade Libansky.