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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.