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That you didn't recognize me under the features of Father Rouillac,

it's understandable, during all these years I had to master the art

of disguise, but...

Not you.

That you didn't understand that the murder of this poor

Jade Libansky couldn't be part of my work, that disappoints me a lot.

You didn't kill Jade Libansky?

Of course not, why would I have done that?

Fortunately, God has placed you on my path, Lucie.

And you are going to help me to restore justice

by finding this miscreant who dared to pass himself off as me.

Marseille: New twist in the so-called Inquisitor case.

The bodies of two new victims were found by the police,

yesterday at the end of the day.

They are Therese Noujin, the aunt of the serial killer,

and Father Rouillac,

the priest in charge of the chapel of Cassis,

in which was discovered the mutilated body

of Jade Libansky.

Two crimes, which in spite of the extreme discretion of the police,

are a priori attributable to the infamous serial killer,

still on the loose.

When I think that he is there, very close.

What are you waiting for to squeeze him?

That's my business.

It's a little bit mine too, Fred.

It's my wife that this guy massacred.

He's hiding somewhere, his ass in front of the radio or the TV

to gargle about his exploits.

I don't understand anything about the way he dysfunctions this guy.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I'll thank you to leave work at work and make sure

that the house stays the house.

I recognize this little stress,

it's the stress of the defense.

But I also know how it's going to end.

You're going to get it unanimously with the congratulations of the jury.

Little thesis.

Fuck.

But are you stupid or what?

Oh no, Fred. I remind you of our deal, zero compassion, zero yelling.

You pick up your toy.

His toy.

Here, we leave his hardware at the entrance,

this is a respectable saloon.

Wait, all this for a Laguiole?

Your fucking Laguiole.

Stop!

We really wonder who the kids are here.

Good. How far along are you?

I've got a right to know

where this fucking investigation is.

You know very well that if we had any leads at all,

you'd be the first to know.

I saw Seven again.

There's one thing I don't understand.

How do these guys make a living.

You've got to be a breadwinner to be a serial killer or what?

What's on your toast? There's only chocolate?

Why?

I'm proud of my sperm.

A big shit for your thesis.

I thought you were laid off.

Business as usual.

Sister Lucie, if this is to apologize to you for ratting me out

to Big Chief Roquin-

Wait Captain,

I've got a big problem here.

It's my mother,

she tried to slit her wrists, she's in a coma.

Ah shit, Delambre.

There's the ambulance service that has just taken her to the emergency room.

Lucie, I don't know what to tell you. Can I do anything?

But there's nothing to say, I'm going to the hospital.

I won't have time to go to the office first.

I suppose you've told Moretti?

No, no, actually, I was counting on you a bit.

I mainly wanted to make sure that you were going to take over

the direction of the investigation.

Anyway, I was planning to call you.

I think I have an idea,

but we'll talk about it later.

Yes, yes, OK, please keep me informed of the progress

of the investigation, I'll feel a little less guilty.

By the way, where is she hospitalized?

To what do I owe the displeasure?

Do you imagine that with croissants, even with butter,

I'm going to overlook your unspeakable attitude towards Lucie?

Well, yes, no?

Well, has anyone ever told you about the cognitive virtues of chocolate?

What the hell are you talking about?

I have a lead that no one has thought of.

For the past five years, Pasquet has been travelling across Europe,

he regularly changes his appearance, his accommodation.

He is equipped with enough sophisticated equipment to escape from the cops

and to track down his victims like a rooster in dough.

The question is,

what does this bastard live on?

Maybe he robs his victims.

I checked.

Nobody has touched the 27,000 euros that are sleeping on the bigot's Livret A.

Same for the abbot, poor as Job.

As for Jade, Libansky would have told me about any withdrawals from her accounts.

Maybe he's a thief.

Not the profile of a beast.

Rather cowardly,

like all the other thieves of his kind,

and above all completely obsessed with his work.

No, he wouldn't take the risk of being caught in a robbery

when he has gold in his hands.

He's a master of tattoos.

Do you know how much he earns?

A tattoo artist of his kind.

I'll have a word with Lucie about it, so that she can look into it.

No, in fact, Lucie has given up.

Her mother has done a TS.

What, Agathe, a ST ?

It's not possible, two days ago

she came to tell me that she was going to get married again.

She was beaming, 50 cm from the ground.

Hello, you've reached Lucie Delambre's mobile,

you can leave me a message.

Yeah, Lucie, it's Moretti,

Cain has just told me the news for Agathe,

You could have called me. I am very worried.

Call me back.

Why didn't she try to call me directly?

Which hospital is she at?

I don't know, she hung up before telling me.

Hi, this is Agathe, you can leave me a message. Thank you.

Yes, Agathe. It's Jacques.

Listen, Cain has just told me that you have just made

a suicide attempt.

I can't believe it, call me back.

Well, let's go back downstairs and summarize.

So, Lucie said the truth.

And in that case, I don't understand why

she didn't call you either.

But it's not possible, I tell you.

She had just found her first love.

Why would Lucie have called me to throw me some bullshit information?

Maybe she didn't have a choice.

Maybe she wanted to send us a message.

So let's push the envelope a little further.

Who would make Lucie call me to throw me some bullshit excuse?

Pasquet.

Fuck.

Why would he do that?

She doesn't really have the profile of his usual victims.

Anyway, what is sure,

is that she was alive half an hour ago

and that she asked me to tell her regularly

how the investigation was going.

So he would be looking for information to escape us.

Why would he do that? There were simpler ways.

Why didn't he take off at the end of the world,

like after each murder?

Why did he take this insane risk of coming all the way here in the lion's den?

To Lucie, disguised as a priest?

What the fuck is he looking for?

Who?

Wait, aren't you going to start again with your copycat stories ?

There's one thing that psychopaths can't stand,

it's that we steal their work.

Maybe we're completely wrong.

Hello, you've reached Gaëlle's answering machine,

I can't answer your call at the moment, please leave me a message.

Bye.

Borel !

Yes, boss.

Go take a look at Lucie's home right away.

Has something happened to the lieutenant?

Do what I tell you.

And launch a search in all

hospitals and clinics in the region

to find out if a certain

Agathe Delambre has been admitted to resuscitation following a TS.

Fred told me that you and Jade...

You used to see each other from time to time.

According to you, I made her a little happy, didn't I ?

Come on, Patrick, let's not lie to each other.

In your bouquets of roses there were a few thorns, weren't there?

Do you want to talk about my jealousy attacks?

What?

Did she tell you about my whore stories?

No, you really thought that...

If you want to know everything,

I never cheated on Jade.

Only, I was perverse enough to make her believe

in all that bullshit.

And only to arouse a bit of jealousy.

Yes.

That I feel a semblance of desire in her.

Just to get the damn machine going again.

What do you think, you, eh?

Do you think it's easy for us

to live with women like you?

Because you think it's easy to live with guys like you?

Whatever we do, we'll always be stuck in the role of nanny.

Whatever we do, we'll always be

witnesses of what you used to be.

Before your fucking fall.

In which, and you're a little too prone to forget it,

you dragged us down with you.

There you go, it's all my fault. Is that it?

Yeah, I'm the monster.

You know what?

I'm the one who killed her.

I killed her.

You wanted to know how the investigation was going.

Bring back your tires.

We're going to track down the beast.

Any word from Lucy? Her mother?

Not yet, I sent out patrols, I'm waiting.

OK, you let me know.

Don't fuck with me, Fred.

Everyone knows that no cop worth his salt

takes a civilian into the field.

You didn't want to leave me alone with Gaëlle.

Gaëlle was about to leave.

It's you I didn't want to leave alone at home.

In fact, you still don't trust me.

I have good reasons for that, don't I?

Your perfect couple with Jade.

Your mother supposedly died when you were 13.

I just told you that she had abandoned me,

not that she was dead.

Even if she is, for me.

Symbolically, she is.

Symbolism is not for cops.

Cops are interested in facts.

And the fact is, if it wasn't for the intervention of a guy named Roger,

you really would have killed her.

Are you interested in facts?

Then just ask yourself why all the Rogers never

stayed at home for very long.

After my dad dumped my mom and me,

we were a real tight little couple.

It's simple,

she never let me go.

She made me take my bath.

Well, when you're a kid, it's still okay, but as a teenager.

You can't imagine the mess in my head.

So yes, yes, I plead guilty, I hated her.

But I was 13, Fred.

I would never have killed my mother, no matter what she said.

So...

Imagine Jade. Who was everything to me.

I should know by now that when you love too much, you end up

to kill.

Oh yeah? So, Gaëlle has a lot to worry about.

This may seem out of place under the circumstances, but...

I always wanted to go with you like this, on a case.

We would have made a great team together, wouldn't we?

And you'd be the good cop.

I've always been the bad guy.

You're wrong, I'm the bad guy.

You're a real good guy, Fred.

If God exists, he would have chosen you.

You're the one with the grace, brother.

You're worse than any slut I've ever taken off the world.

It's Libansky, he's the counterfeiter.

Same time tomorrow?

I've got three clients willing to pay a fortune

for your fairy fingers.

I finished my contract.

Oh, no please.

You can at least agree to tattoo my darling,

we're getting married in a month,

I promised her that this tattoo would be our wedding ring

In that case, a thousand more.

Oh yeah, you're a tough businessman underneath your artistic exterior.

I guess there's no point in negotiating.

4pm. Same place, same punishment.

Damn it, Fred, damn it.

Look, I think I'm in over my head here.

Seville, Casa de Pilato, like Ponce,

the one who washed his hands of it, you know.

15th century.

The cross in the form of a fleur-de-lis,

that's the signature of the Inquisitor

Pasquet took art classes in college.

Specializing in Spanish, religious and Gothic art.

This is what the Inquisitor lives for.

Fred, Fred, Fred.

I fucking knew you were cynical, but sadistic.

The tattoo, the blood, all that horror.

You don't think I've had my fill?

I googled all the tattoo parlour owners.

I discovered a guy named Laville.

He went down 10 years ago. You know what for?

Forgery.

You want to nail the bastard who butchered Jade?

Yes.

Then you come.

I got two different markers.

I think the first phone call Delambre made

to Captain Cain was made not far from his home,

but when you called him back,

his answering machine gave us another signal, and one outside Marseilles.

This is not surprising, if she has indeed joined her mother in Aix.

If you're hygiene cops, I already gave it a month ago.

First drawer of the counter on the bottom left,

Little expertise, free of charge.

Other than your silver hands,

do you have any idea who would commit this masterpiece.

You think I don't see you coming?

It's signed Pasquet in blood.

Same Mozart promotion as me, same Spanish medieval art speciality.

If we add my judicial record it makes me the ideal accomplice

of this crazy guy who escapes you like an eel.

You see,

I told you it was too simple.

Ah these handicapped people, they only have the internet in their mouth.

At the same time, a little help between artists, that can be conceived.

And it shouldn't cost you more than ten years.

You can tell your boss that he's forgetting just one detail.

Women, I like them sexy and alive.

Unlike Pasquet who has fun tattooing them post-mortem.

I'm not a snitch.

But if this son of a bitch had pointed his nose here,

I would have been the first to deliver the package to you.

Oh yeah.

Oh yeah? Oh yeah, what?

It's the same kind of tattoo that showed me a girlfriend the other day.

It wasn't finished, but there was exactly the same detail

in the center, the kind of sword in flowers, there.

Do you know where she got the tattoo?

I don't remember the address but...

I think I can find it for you.

In fact, I showed up there before to come here

and when I saw the look of the place

I'd rather tell you that I got the hell out of there.

Especially since Salomé had warned me that I had to pay in advance,

in cash or in kind.

Salomé. And can we reach her somewhere?

Yes, I'll give you her number.

We went through her apartment with a fine-tooth comb, RAS.

However, a certain Agathe Delambre was admitted to the ICU

in a private clinic in Aix.

And?

She is in a coma,

but her prognosis is not vital.

And Lucie?

The intern hasn't seen her, he had just resumed his service.

OK. We'll keep calling him.

Lucie, what happened.

You're bleeding.

It's over.

Lucie, why is it that despite the world that separates us,

I have the feeling that it's the same blood that runs through our veins?

Maybe...

Maybe because we have the same mission, you and I.

Restoring justice.

Except that we each do it

in our own way

When did the calling come to you?

As far as I can remember, it has always been there.

I know.

When I was young, I knew a priest,

a good man and respected by all,

I was 16 and he was in his fifties.

I had absolute confidence in him.

So much so that I had set myself the goal of entering the orders.

Until the day when this man

definitively betrayed my confidence.

You mean-

That he tried to rape me.

I struggled like an animal,

I managed to grab a candlestick.

I hit him with all my strength.

There was blood running down his neck, he lay there at my feet.

Begging.

I wanted to kill him.

You should have.

He doesn't deserve to live.

At the last moment, a voice stopped me.

No, you won't end up in prison because of him.

So I tied him up and stripped him naked.

I left him there in the sacristy.

Completely naked.

Pitiful.

Wading through his shame.

This trauma must have left traces in you.

I've always had trouble acting out with men.

This so-called desire that other women talk about,

I just have the fear of being soiled again,

soiled.

Lucie,

I promise you that as soon as I render my justice,

I will avenge you on this man of little faith

who nevertheless claims to be a follower of God.

I will avenge you.

Trust me.

Did you see the look on your face, your tattoo beak in your hand?

And the real question is,

didn't it remind you of that fucking moment

when you tattooed Jade right before killing her.

You can't help it, can you?

Tell me, what's next?

Stick a scalpel in my hand and slice open a girl's belly

to see if I can do it?

You're giving me partner, you're being

"Why don't you come stay at my house, my friend."

but deep down, you're still convinced that I'm the one who massacred Jade,

to imitate that scumbag Pasquet.

It's true.

However, there's still something in me that refuses to believe

that you could have committed this butchery to cover up your crime.

What are you waiting for?

Stick me in custody once and for all,

instead of making me up like this.

You're right, I should have done this from the beginning instead of wiggling my ass.

Besides, wiggling my ass, I don't know who's made for it.

Here, from now on, everything you say will be held against you.

What?

Agathe is in a coma in the hospital.

We screwed up this morning, forget about Libansky.

What about Lucie?

Lucie still doesn't answer,

she must be at his bedside.

OK I'll call you back.

Fuck.

Forget it.

And where does this change of direction come from?

I think I'm getting everything mixed up,

my history with Gaëlle, your history with Jade.

Not very valiant.

Good morning ladies.

Good morning gentlemen, what can I do for your pleasure?

My friend and I were wondering if you had a little special formula

for guys like us?

It depends, what do you like? Like SM?

Let's see. Speaking of torture, is Bob the tattoo artist here?

You must be mistaken.

No tattoos here.

Only champagne and cuddle spots.

And does he cuddle alone, the boss?

Yeah. He hugs himself.

Hop hop hop, police.

They have created a section handicap in Marseille?

My assistant is the world champion of basketball.

You move a hair out of place and it's your baseball bat

that he puts you in the basket.

Does that mean anything to you?

It's not exactly the kind of the house, no.

Do you know how much it can cost to withhold information

involving complicity in at least 13 murders?

Are you kidding?

I can already see you in your little sardine suit,

making headlines.

SpongeBob SquarePants, accomplice of the Inquisitor.

I didn't fucking know.

I swear to you, I didn't know.

You didn't know what?

I've been employing guys, moonlighting, who are into this kind of

bondieuserie for the past few days, but

I didn't know who he was.

That, my man, you're going to have to prove.

He's got an appointment here, at 4pm, with a customer.

Hey, no kidding Fred, that's great work.

When I think you could have run into the Inquisitor

and been escorted by your number one suspect,

I wonder if Lucie isn't right when she claims

that you've definitely fired cuckoo.

A schizophrenic and a nutcase to squeeze a psychopath,

that's two against one.

Oh and stop with that,

Lucie is fine with her mother

So back to square one, only one target, Pasquet.

Gaëlle ? So?

Great.

I'm proud of you.

Let's celebrate at home, tonight? Just you and me.

Gaëlle. I love you.

Gaëlle got her thesis.

It doesn't do anything to my legs, but I'm growing wings.

Go and find your sweetheart.

Your date with the Inquisitor is in four hours.

That gives you time to go and drink.

No way.

One thing at a time.

Fred. I'm the boss.

And I don't want to have your chair

there between my legs during the installation of the device.

All right?

As long as you're here for the hallali.

The aioli ?

You're in love, right. Otherwise, you wouldn't be so stupid.

Get out of here.

What are you doing here, you,

I thought you had a psychopath on the fire.

Bravo, bravo.

Congratulations master.

I know that your support has been decisive for my wife,

more than mine, anyway.

Gaëlle didn't need anyone to impress the juries.

I'm the one who would be flattered to welcome

such a brilliant element on my site in Ethiopia.

Shall we have a drink?

No thanks.

I'll have the opportunity to celebrate your wife's victory before we leave.

Goodbye.

I'm going to accompany Adrien to his car.

What?

You're not going to do it to me.

You're jealous, it's obvious.

Huh?

To my wife, ravishing Aphrodite,

without whom I would be only half a man.

Well, a quarter of a man.

So, tell me, you're a hider.

What's the story behind this escapade in Ethiopia ?

Great!

Yes, except that I haven't yet had the courage to tell Adrien

that I've given up.

I've found an equally interesting mission

in a Roma camp in Marseille.

Won't Pygmalion be disappointed?

Probably, but I'll take it on.

We had too much trouble finding each other with Fred.

I'd feel like deserting.

How beautiful.

A woman sacrificing herself for her man like that is beautiful.

It's not a sacrifice, Patrick.

It's a sincere and spontaneous choice.

Sublime, my wife's legs, huh.

Libansky, I know it's you the forger.

Open this door, no one can usurp, divine justice.

Open this door, I'm telling you.

Open the door.

Patrick?

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Excuse me, sorry, sorry.

I completely forgot that there was a practice this afternoon,

and since I'm the only one who has the keys to the chair shed.

I remind you that we have an appointment.

No, you have an appointment.

I don't really want to meet the eyes of this monster.

Or you can give me a gun and I'll take care of him myself

to settle his account.

I can't take you home.

It's okay, I have my car.

Here you go. Have a good hunt.

You take care of yourself.

What was that little smile earlier?

Oh, nothing. No, but you're both so predictable,

it reminded me of a little music that Jade and I used to play to each other.

Ah yes. Anyway, if you wanted to mess up between Fred and me,

you couldn't do it better.

Can we go?

We can go, yes.

There you go, girls.

There he is.

All units.

The black scooter.

We don't have time to tinker, we'll squeeze him right on my cue.

Come on, get over here.

Police!

Don't move!

Fucking stop, it's ok, it's ok.

I didn't fucking do anything, it's a guy he gave me his t-shirt and 300 euros

to deliver a message at 4pm sharp.

What message?

Thanks for the warning,

that's the message.

How the fuck did this guy know

he was going to be set up, shit!

Wait, you wouldn't have done that.

But how would I have done that in a cell?

You stole my cell phone.

I called Lucie to check on her mother.

Did you get her?

No, her answering machine.

I just told her to take her time because we had a good chance

of catching up with Pasquet at the tattoo store.

Ah fuck.

That means Lucie is in the hands of the Inquisitor.

Damn.

He wants his copycat.

And it's Libansky.

Gaëlle, where are you?

I'm on my way home, why?

Is Patrick with you?

No, he didn't want me to take him home,

he preferred to take a cab.

What's going on, Fred?

He probably killed Jade.

You lock yourself in the house,

you lock everything and if Patrick calls, you don't answer.

Under no circumstances.

This is all my fault.

If I hadn't left that fucking message,

Stop it Borel, that's enough!

Good.

It's all about not messing up in the scheme of things.

First of all, Lucie,

is our top priority.

How do we get her out of Pasquet's clutches?

He knows that we understood that he was holding her hostage.

You take Quatram, you go to Libansky's house and you frame

his villa to prevent him from getting out.

And you don't come in with force.

He'd be able to blow himself up. We'd lose our bargaining chip.

Tell me that again.

You're the one who said hostages.

He's got Lucie, we've got Libansky, give and take.

What happened to you?

I've got my first aid certificate, I can prevent the bleeding.

If you stay there, what will happen to me?

One more step, we both jump.

If you kill me, you'll never get your copycat.

I'm your only currency.

Listen to me, you freak,

I know you're listening to me like a vulture on Lucie's shoulder,

if you ever touch any of her hair.

Captain Cain, I'm not sure you are in a position

to threaten me with anything.

I have what you want.

I'm willing to bring it to you on a platter,

in exchange for my colleague.

You're offering to trade the delectable Lucie

for this vulgar forger, right?

We understand each other.

Are you sure your conscience will bear the consequences?

I don't suppose you have any doubts

about what I have in store for your friend.

He is a murderer of your kind. Lucie is innocent.

There is no photo.

I still have to be sure that she is alive.

I'm sorry, Captain.

Lucie, are you all right?

6:45 p.m. sharp in the parking lot, underneath the 55, at Les Arnavaux.

At all units, we are well agreed.

You intervene only on my order, once Lucie is out of danger.

You are punctual, captain. That's good.

How do we do it?

First of all, you take a close-up photo of the forger

and you send it to me.

What for, you see it there no?

Not well, precisely.

Do as I say, Captain.

I wouldn't want to be cheated on the goods.

First of all, I want to see Lucie.

You open the door and show it to me.

Very well, okay.

Come closer. Come on, come on, I'll open the door for you.

Again. Come on. Again, a little more.

Fucking bastard.

I'm very disappointed in you, Captain.

Do you think I've been able to escape from all the police forces in Europe

for five years without taking a minimum of precautions?

Where is Lucie?

Meet me in two hours at the chapel,

just you and the forger.

Borel.

No, Captain, we're too late.

Doors locked, no car.

Are you sure?

Well, yes, but...

Stop, what are you doing?

We don't have a choice anymore.

You gather the cavalry, but you wait for my signal to intervene.

What the hell are you doing?

Do you want to see Lucie alive again?

So you trust me

and you get away from this fucking car.

While you were waiting for her at the sex-shop, Pasquet came to see me

and tried to kill me.

Where is Gaëlle?

Did you see that?

It took me a long time,

Hours, more or less failed attempts to achieve that.

My masterpiece.

The exact replica of the one of the Inquisitor.

I suffered a lot

before executing it on Jade,

a kind

of eternal alliance between us.

Even your forensic scientist didn't see anything wrong with it.

What did you do with Gaëlle?

You're going to wake her up.

You're all the diabolical perfidy of the female

concentrated in one person.

You can't even imagine how much,

you son of a bitch.

All my rape story was false,

you got fooled like a poor shit.

The pedophile priest trick, eh, you fell into it with both feet,

it was easier to confuse you.

You shouldn't have betrayed me.

Fuck you, you son of a bitch, go ahead and kill me!

That would be too easy.

You're going to suffer more than the others, you know.

You have to suffer for a long time to atone for all those nasty sins.

My offering.

Abel's gift to Cain.

You're completely sick.

You see the difference between us, Fred,

is that you're just a poor neurotic who is constantly fighting

against his fantasies while I,, am acting out.

Why Gaëlle?

What did you do to her? What do you want?

You have it, the answer.

Freedom, Fred.

To be free at last, and to be able to start her life again.

This condescension,

the unbearable pity in her eyes and this permanent ball of anxiety.

This fear,

this fear of being abandoned

by the one who has only been the witness of what we have been.

A life of begging for love, that's it our destiny Fred, that's it

Because you think you're going to give me back my legs

by sacrificing Gaëlle?

Did it give you back yours?

Legs don't matter, Fred.

Freedom.

Freedom, Fred.

You're too sensitive to free yourself alone, so I'm going to help you.

If I kill her,

you won't have a choice anymore,

you'll have to move on.

You'll have to live.

And assume yourself as you are.

It's true.

It's true, a thousand times I...

A thousand times I have dreamed of leaving.

To draw a definitive line on this neurotic relationship with Gaëlle.

It is true that I will always have this secret hope, pathetic

to start again as before, as if nothing had happened.

Each time, I have failed.

Because I love her.

No, no.

You mix everything up, Fred.

Love, morals.

This Judeo-Christian poison that prevents you from acting and ending your suffering.

I've been watching you both and you know what?

I felt sorry for you.

Don't worry, you won't have to feel guilty about.

I'll take care of everything.

I owe you a life, don't I?

I'm the one who'd knock if I were you.

Wait, wait. I can't do it with Gaëlle,

but I won't get my oxygen back if you do it for me.

Would you have put up with us sacrificing Jade for you?

It's not wrong.

It's not wrong, but how can I trust you?

What are you risking?

You're the one with the gun.

What the fuck are you doing, Fred, shit!

Frederic Cain, you can leave your message right after the beep.

You told me half an hour,

it's been almost an hour since I've heard from you.

I can't.

You're too sensitive for a cop.

Come on, give.

Plant.

No, no!

Wake up, Gaëlle!

Frédéric Caïn, SRPJ of Marseille.

Send me an ambulance, 50, rue des Faux.

Your death today, tomorrow, I don't give a damn anymore.

But tonight, you owe me a life.

Can I count on you?

It's not every day that I beg you, Jacques.

You don't launch the intervention before the exchange.

You'd be making the biggest mistake of your life.

So you weren't messing around, you really, intended to hand over Libansky

to this monster, but you've completely lost it.

Do you have another option?

What does the person concerned think?

He's made his choice.

You're aware that you're all at risk

Lucie, the first one.

You're dealing with a fucking lunatic, Fred.

He chose the time and the place, he's got a perfect control of the situation.

So we're in agreement,

I don't want to have a kepi within a two-mile radius before my signal.

Is that understood?

Good, Captain.

You've learned your lesson.

And I advise you to keep that way.

If you want anyone to get out of this holy place alive.

My trust has limits.

The altar is booby-trapped, an inappropriate move,

we all go up in smoke,

join the Lord.

Captain, your weapon.

Your weapon, Captain.

This was not part of the deal.

From a seasoned cop like you,

this naivety is always so touching, Captain.

Go ahead.

The difference between you and me,

is that you have shamefully falsified my work

for your own purposes.

While I do it in the name of God.

I sacrifice irredeemable sinners.

You are right,

I used you to fulfill a revenge, but believe me,

my wife deserved her punishment.

I have discovered my true nature.

On the other hand,

they are not of our world.

There is no room for two Inquisitors.

Can we imagine two Jerome Bosch?

Two Wagner, two Jesus?

If your intention is to become my disciple,

I can fulfill this last wish taking her to court,

she is yours.

I offer her to you.

She is in a coma,

but the prognosis is not vital.

She's being taken to the Timone emergency room.

When I think that the altar was not even booby-trapped.

You mean I could have avoided the carnage, right?

No, obviously not.

But I think he's doing too well.

I dreamed of seeing him rotting like a rat in the slammer

for the rest of his life.

Why do you think he did it?

He owed me a life, that's how much he owed me.

I don't know what to say, Fred.

So shut your big mouth, please.

I'm warning you Delambre, if you let go of me to go frolic

in the kitchens of hell,

I promise you I'll put on my fireman's outfit

to go get you and bring you back by the scruff of the neck.

That's clearly a threat and trust me to make good on it.

Provided hell has handicapped ramps.

I forbid you to be on first-name terms with me, Captain.

We didn't keep pigs together.

That's for your demon assholes who have been ruining our lives.

And this is for bringing death into my house.

Mom's right, if you'd have stopped that sicko in the first place

instead of identifying with him.

You're proud of yourself, too.

Yes.

Fred.

I think we were a little fast.

Thinking we could just start over again.

Maybe we need a time-out.

You're going to Ethiopia, that's the idea.

Just for a year.

We'll see.

I think it's better for us.

Abel was right after all.

You're sleeping with that Pygmalion asshole in corduroy.

Don't talk to me about Abel anymore, please.

Yes, I had a relationship with Adrien, but that was before we got together.

I broke up with him the day you came back.

I love you, Fred.

I think we need some time.

I hate to see you go.

I love to watch you go.