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Ready for the big jump,
Captain Cain?

Yes, if you give me back the use
of my legs,

otherwise there's no point in waking me up.

Shit, the heart's failing!

He's still asystole.
What do we do?

I'm giving him 10 mg of nitro.

He's crashing!

Intubate at 10 of morphine.

My bastard!

I got here this morning...

Good morning, Captain.

Borel, where did you put the body?

Over there.

Who notified us?

The cleaning lady.

Borel is questioning her.

Left foot up, Captain?

On the contrary, both feet
in my boots.

It's not every day

that a leading neurosurgeon
is murdered.

At the risk of disappointing you,

Professor Langlois is a priori dead
by overdose.

Borel!?

Yes?

Call the PTS.

Can you explain to me

how you can go from a shooting scene

to a crime scene
without any tangible evidence

and in less than three seconds?

There is nothing that shocks you?

No, precisely, no.

The obsessive order,

the clinical cleanliness of the act.

We could have a brunch on his corpse.

At the same time, he is a surgeon.

Most suicides want
to make those

they consider responsible
for their act pay the painful.

In short, they choose the rope,
guns

or razors
that turn bathtubs

into bloodbaths.

Most, perhaps, but many
also commit suicide

because life has just become
unbearable for them.

In this case, they swallow a handful
of magic pills

and fall asleep
quietly in their beds.

Undress him.

It's Sonia and the colleagues at PTS
who will be happy.

I'm coming.

Suicide?

My ass on wheels, yes.

Isn't the Solune Clinic
the clinic

where you were hospitalized
after your accident?

72 hours of coma. 36 of anesthesia.
Eight months of rehab.

What a pleasure !

What about Professor Barthes,

the neurosurgeon who operated on you?

My savior.

Remove me from a doubt.

You didn't drag me all the way here
just to piss off the guy

who saved your life six years ago?

But, yes.
Why?

Ah! Excuse me.

Captain Cain!

Me too, Sophie, it gives me great pleasure.

You look lovely.

All the legless asses at the clinic
must be rolling over for you.

You look great.

Good foot, good eye.
Especially the eye.

Is God in his Olympus?

Yeah.

What's going on with you?

My assistant will explain.

Hello.

I do everything that is monotonous
and boring.

He does everything that flatters him
and makes him look good.

This is not good news, Sophie.

Come in, Captain.

I hope you have
good insurance

because these sports cars are
so expensive to maintain.

Andre was my best friend.

I admit to being quite shocked
by your mannerisms.

That was the point.

You don't seem very surprised.

Relieved is the right word.

It was Andre's choice
and I respect it.

Since when do the criminal police
go

for a suicide?

You're very quick!

Andre had a brain tumor
inoperable.

And he would have killed himself like that?

Without leaving any message
to his family, his friends?

His wife died three years ago
and to be quite honest...

Is there such a thing? An honest surgeon?

André called me a few days ago.

His condition no longer allowed him

to practice the profession he loved so much.

He asked me to help him put
an end to his ordeal,

but you know my position
on euthanasia.

Yes, I am the living symbol of it.

Living! That's the important word.

I think of you every day, professor.

You are a kind of God to me.

Well, a demi-god,

because I am no more
than half a man.

God creates life.

I am just one of those little hands
that fixes it.

Amen.

Yes?

Put the gun down

and everything will be fine.

I want to see Barthes.

What is your name, sir?

Wadoche!

I want to see Barthes!

What do you want
to Professor Barthes,

Mr. Wadoche?

My son is in a coma.
Barthes is a murderer!

Is that how you thank me,
Wadoche?

Assassin!

I am pleased to see
that you have kept

excellent reflexes, Captain.

Thank you for saving me.

I admit that I hesitated.

I finally opted for life.

I am sorry, but I am expected
for an intervention.

Say! This is the Bronx at your place.

You have to be lenient

with this poor man.

Yanis is his oldest son.

God knows how important
in their culture.

Unlike ours, where they are drowned
like cats.

What exactly is Wadoche blaming you for,?

His son

was brought to us after being hit
by a truck at a red light

where he was begging.

Broken spine,
affected spinal cord.

We managed to save him,

but his very weakened heart did not react well

to the various post-operative treatments.

In short, he has been in a coma
since yesterday morning.

I just learned
what happened.

Do you feel up to operating?

Dr. Durin

who is our associate anesthesiologist.

Captain Cain who was my patient
a few years ago.

Lieutenant Delambre, criminal police,
his assistant.

You're just in time.

I hope you're going to stick
this savage

in the first charter

to his native Romania.

Excuse me?

Listen, he has no papers,
no social security coverage.

We save his son voluntarily

and he thanks Michel
with a gun.

At least, André will not have witnessed
this absurdity.

Did Sophie inform you?

Yes.

Yes. It's terrible and at the same time,

I would be lying if I said
that I was surprised.

Captain Cain seems to be convinced
that André did not

simply kill himself.

If you're thinking of an accident,

André knew perfectly
how to dose the morphine

that he regularly injected himself
to keep going.

I was thinking more of a murder
to be exact.

Why kill a man that
everyone knew

was doomed in the short term?

Perhaps you mean
euthanasia?

It's not a crime in my eyes.

Yes, it is for many others.

Look, André was very depressed

since we had forbidden him
to practice.

I'm sorry, we're due in the OR.

Once again,

it's not bad faith
that's suffocating you.

You're bordering on the Guinness
Book of World Records.

You know the difference
between God and a surgeon?

God doesn't think he's a surgeon.
Got any more?

I'm sure there's a link
between the hostage-taking

and Langlois's death.

Listen, Captain, I don't like
any more than you do these mandarins

who think they're above the law,

but you don't have a shred of proof.

Barthes killed Langlois
and I'll prove it.

Nevertheless, without him,
you wouldn't be here anymore

to piss off the world
with your obsessions.

My obsessions?

Barthes didn't just
save my life,

he resurrected me.

Except that unlike Lazarus,
I still don't walk.

Well, I'll take your blood pressure.

So, ready for round two,
Mr. Wadoche?

You'll have to excuse him.

My husband is very sad about Yanis.

Mr. Wadoche, you shoot

a man, calling him a murderer
and intending to kill him.

You must have good reason, right?

Yanis was fine after the operation.

Barthes promised that
Yanis was still walking

and now Yanis is in a coma!

Barthes poisoned Yanis
with the treatment.

Okay, you can book me
for hostage taking

and attempted murder
with premeditation.

Sophie, I can talk to you alone.

This man is crazy.

He's talking nonsense.

Yanis is following a treatment protocol,

like many of the clinic's patients.

What kind?

An experimental molecular treatment
designed by Dr. Durin

that should allow more autonomy
to people...

Like me?

Professor Langlois approved
this protocol?

Of course,
as did Professor Barthes.

They are even the ones
who established the ethical rules.

I don't understand your question.

One of your patients undergoing
treatment falls into a coma,

Langlois commits suicide
a few hours later

and the next morning, Barthes is taken
for a target by the victim's father.

He calls him a murderer.

I understand what I'm asking you.

Hold on, Captain. André...

Finally, Professor Langlois was
not aware of Yanis.

He didn't come to the clinic anymore.

He lived completely withdrawn
on himself.

I used to go to his house in the
morning and in the evening

to give him a painkiller injection.

Wait, you were at his house,
last night?

In the morning, only. I was on call
at the clinic last night.

But I had left him
doses of morphine,

just to last 24 hours.

If I had known!

Elizabeth, you are sublime.

I admit to being a little surprised
by this invitation.

Unless you have a slightly
more particular service

to ask of me.

But I warn you, if it's sexual,

you could have avoided the cost
of this dinner.

Armchair love,

just the mention of it makes me feel
orgasmic.

I adore you, Elizabeth, and yes,
I have a favor to ask of you.

It all depends on the results of the autopsy
of Professor Langlois.

You are so predictable!

From what I was told about the corpse
before I arrived,

I can only make up, assume,
imagine,

that the professor died

because he stopped breathing.

But, again?

Oh yes, I forgot.

There were also wheel tracks
found at the crime scene

and hands full of fingers
on the body.

As if a disabled cop couldn't
stop

sniffing out the dead like a dog.

I really don't know
what you're talking about.

Come on, I don't want to hold a grudge.

Langlois died of heart failure due
to a morphine overdose.

Also, he had
a glioblastoma.

What is a glioblastoma?

A very insidious brain tumor,
which condemned him in the short term.

And the hematomas on his arm,
how do you explain them?

Pre-suicidal self-flagellation

to ask God for forgiveness in advance?

To complicate what is already complicated,

Langlois suffered a stroke,
three years ago.

What you take for bruises
could be due

to his vascular system
in bad shape.

Could? So that means
it is possible...

Anything is possible.

But for that, we would need
some tangible evidence,

traces of skin under the fingernails
which would tell us

that the victim resisted
his attacker,

other prints than his
on the syringe, on the tourniquet...

We don't have any of that.

What's that?

The murderer's hair.

In 20 years of career,

nobody has dared to ask
to falsify a report.

Excuse me.

I just ruined my
seduction scene.

Goodbye, professor.

Goodbye, ma'am.

You again, captain?

I've been suffering for a few days now
from very strong contractures,

horrible pains
in the sub-traumatic area.

That's worth a little examination.

In that case, make an appointment
with my assistant.

I've already made an appointment.

You saved my life six years ago,

it would be a shame to let me die
today like a dog.

So wait your turn.

Ah, by the way, I had my door repaired,

it's going to cost you an arm and a leg.

There's not going to be much left.

I don't see anything wrong with it,

but I'm sure that
doesn't surprise you.

Do you think it's normal that I've been suffering
like hell for the last three days?

What exactly are you looking for, Captain?

The truth.

You know, that painful thing

that often hides behind
appearances.

I could be suffering from an inflammation

or whatever it is that causes
these contractures,

these phantom pains totally
undetectable

by simple auscultation.

I saw a documentary about it.

It can be very serious, you know?

Okay. If you insist, I'll
have you hospitalized

for further analysis.

But you'll see that you're wrong.

On this, as on everything else.

You want to talk about the murder
of Langlois?

André was buried yesterday
and to my knowledge,

no investigation questioning the thesis
of suicide has been opened.

If you don't mind, we're going to concentrate
on your ghost hunt.

What are you doing here?

Aren't you happy to see me?

Let's just say that I would have
preferred that you invite me to dinner.

It would have been a pleasure, Sophie,
but on the one hand, I doubt

that the cafeteria will live up to
your romantic expectations.

But above all, I need to have
a little more confidence in you.

Do you think I lied to you?

It's a little more complicated than that.

Can you help me climb
up my perch?

You've been working with Barthes
for more than ten years?

He's the one who hired you?

He's the one who brought you up
all the way to the top?

I understand that you're protecting him.

André really did commit suicide, Captain.
So stop your simpering

and invite me to dinner

in the best restaurant
in Marseille instead.

Why didn't you say so right away, Fred.

That's a really good reason to take
the time off you have left.

Because you can't count on me
to validate a phony sick leave.

It's really nice
to have friends

like you to worry about me.

Especially in a clinic full
of abandoned crevasses.

And what's your plan?

To bang an infiltrator to get revenge
on an innocent man?

You take your stuff and come home
nicely with us.

Don't yell so loud, you'll wake up
my contractures.

None of that, Fred. Bad memory.

You know what?

I really hope you
get back on the pool table

and have a blast.
That'll get your feet wet.

The naughty!

There you go!

Cain? Fred Cain ? Do you recognize me?

Drug squad.

Toni.

What happened to you?

Bastos in the back that hit
the spine.

Operation, rehab...

You know music as well
as I do.

But luckily, Mister Barthes
took care of me. And you?

Just a pilgrimage, a couple of checkups
for a pain

in the kidneys. Then...

Look.

And yes!

At this rate, I should be
able to throw this chair

into the ditch before I retire.

Didn't Durin offer you
his miracle cure?

Are you a guinea pig for Dr.
Frankenstein?

Frankenstein! You're on your way.

I signed a protocol
in due form.

I'm perfectly okay with
the risks involved.

And you want me to tell you?

I haven't felt this good in
my sneakers since my surgery.

You should think about that.

I was kind of expecting your visit,
Mr. Cain.

Or should I say, Captain Cain?

Put yourself in my shoes,
everyone me

about this new miracle treatment that's
supposed to give me back my athletic legs.

So of course I'm wondering.

Nothing out of the ordinary. Come and see.

Here, these are sequenced genomes.
I work on stem cells.

Spare me the details, it's
Mandarin for me.

Tell me, without wishing to devalue
your beautiful profession

isn't it more like a job
for a researcher?

You have before you my thesis defense
at the CNRS in Paris, ten years ago.

Except that at the time no lab wanted
to finance the continuation of my work.

I went back to study anesthesiology.

I see... A victim of science,
a victim of the system...

A bit like young Yanis, finally.

When I heard about the work

of professors Barthes and Langlois

to improve the condition
of the handicapped,

I presented myself to them

and they not only hired me
as an anesthesiologist,

but also allowed me to continue
my research.

By offering you an unlimited panel
of guinea pigs.

I prefer the term
voluntary patient,

if I may.

Aren't you afraid

that the great Professor Barthes
will blow

the Nobel laurels right out from
under your nose, if you succeed?

I have absolute confidence in him

and you'd do well to do the same
instead of lashing out at him.

Read this carefully
and think about it.

A simple signature could
give you back,

if not your athletic legs, at least
a life-changing

autonomous motor skills.

All right, that's enough, now!

At 3000 euros a door, I don't
feel like playing anymore.

Don't tell me your car has
been vandalized again?

I'm warning you that this time,
I intend to press charges.

Do you have any evidence?

Any video surveillance? Witnesses?
Prints? The murder weapon?

How old are you, Cain?

I know, it's very annoying
to be convinced

of someone's guilt without
ever being able to produce any evidence.

That's life.

Do you remember what

I told you 6 years ago?

The famous progress of neurosurgery,

supposed to make me jump one day
like a cabri.

That day has arrived.

I might not have resurrected you
for nothing.

I haven't believed in miracles
for a long time.

That's your problem.

You don't believe in anything anymore.

As Lao Tzu said,

only fools
don't change their minds.

Are you calling me
a fool, Lieutenant?

No, you are calling me to come
to pick you up,

I take it you have changed your mind.

Yes, but I have changed my mind.

Ah, right!

So, yes, you are
really a fool.

I want you to re-interview
the Wadoches.

Yanis is a minor.

The parents therefore had to sign
a memorandum of understanding

before their son could benefit
from this famous treatment.

Now, they handle the French language
as I do Romanian.

And you, who speak French so well,
you have heard Moretti as I have.

You know what?

I feel like your
Jiminy Cricket, your superego.

Because yours, he quit,
disgusted, he left your reason.

I'm not far from doing
the same thing.

Gel. Charge to 300. Clear. Shock!

Freeze. Charge to 360. Clear. Shock!

That's it.

Yanis Wadoche died at 4:23 pm.

Why don't you take
a few days off?

You wanted to talk to me, Professor?

Just to clear up any misunderstanding,
this is young Wadoche's heart.

Congenital heart defect.
Nothing to do, therefore,

with the molecular treatment
he was undergoing free of charge

and of his own free will

I think the parents will
request an autopsy

and I guess we won't find anything
suspicious.

And you think that's enough
for me to leave the clinic?

No, but I have a confession to make.

God coming down from his pedestal.
I pay to see.

The night he died, Andre called me
around 5:30 p.m.

He was suffering hell and had decided
to end it all.

He begged me to bring him
what he needed to...

I didn't have the courage
to refuse him.

And?

You don't spare me anything?

And I took the necessary dose from
the clinic's pharmacy.

I went to his house.

It was terrible, he gave himself
the injection.

Then he relaxed.

We even talked quietly

for a while, talking about
our successes, our failures,

and I held his hand
until the end.

And you realize that
if you had told me that

from the beginning, we wouldn't be here
like two idiots fighting

to see who has the biggest?

In any case, you wouldn't
have believed me.

I have always refused euthanasia.

You may have felt
that you had rebuilt my body,

six years ago, but I had
my head crushed into pieces.

When you come out of a coma,

you can't move,
you can't talk,

you stammer, but you get there.

You ask what's going to happen.

Will I be able to walk again?
Pee?

Use my bowels properly?

Have sex?

You never answered me. Never.

So, you have your revenge, now?

Barthes, between you and me,
there is little chance

that a court will condemn you for
humanitarian support.

Yes, but there will be a trial
and who says trial,

says media scandal.

You know that as well as I do.

20 years of an unblemished reputation,
swept away by a few news flashes.

You and your fucking reputation.

I propose a deal.

You forget about my body-building antics

and I forget about what I just heard.

You shouldn't exaggerate either.

Mr. Wadoche, Mrs. Wadoche,

I am sincerely sorry
for your son.

Thank you.

You reported what
I asked you to.

Did you sign here,
Mr. Wadoche?

Yes.

Can you read me the paragraph here?

Of course I can read it.

Side effects, risks of...

It says too small!

Mr. Wadoche,

this paragraph clearly explains
the risks incurred by Yanis

by accepting the treatment
from Dr. Durin.

It's my fault.

I didn't ask for a translation.
I trusted the doctor.

We want to open Yanis' body.

We want the truth!

Ah! Here is a textbook case
operated on six years ago

of a spinal fracture that led
to the loss of use

of his lower limbs.

Captain Cain has been living since

practically like you and me.

Yes, that is to say, nailed to a chair for life.

For the past few days, I should say
for the past few hours,

the patient has been developing a syndrome
of phantom pains

with very strong contractures.

Last night, an acute attack
occurred

in the extrarenal lumbar area.

Well, go cash for once.

I have an alien in the closet, right?

Blood work revealed
an infection

requiring the usual protocol.
Stool and urine analysis,

CT scan, MRI, renal doppler, etc...
Satisfied, Captain?

Over the moon.

Thank you.

There's no need to pretend. Come on.
This will ease your pain.

What's this?

Swallow.

Cyanide? Arsenic?

Have you heard from
Sophie Dubois?

I can't reach her.

Sophie has been deeply affected by
the death of André and young Yanis.

I advised her to take
a few days off.

Come on, get up in there!

The Wadoche parents signed
blindly.

If we manage to find other cases
of manipulation of guinea pigs,

the boss will no longer be able to
refuse to investigate us.

Am I to understand that
Jiminy Cricket has passed

into my camp?

Only fools don't change their minds.

Guy Pierre, school teacher,
scooter accident.

A priori this one, he can read.

Tell me, you've got it good,
this little inhospitable stay.

You look like a hepatic vampire.

Lawyer, 37 years old,
bungee jumping accident.

We won't find anything here.
If they have stuff to hide,

this is not where we're going to find it.

Why don't you ask your girlfriend?

If they have stuff to hide, she's
obviously aware of it.

Sophie didn't show up for work,
this morning.

She didn't tell anyone
that she wasn't there.

You broke her little heart.
She must be recovering.

That's what Barthes claims, but
I don't believe it for a second.

I left five messages.
No answer.

Don't you want to go to her house
to check on her?

It doesn't say Cupid there!

You can run your errands
yourself.

That's just it, no, I can't.

You have no business being here!

This is a violation of
professional secrecy.

If you want to file a complaint,
I am at your disposal.

You should leave your colleague
alone.

Stress is strongly discouraged
in his condition.

You have been waiting for
ten minutes for your scan.

What scan?

Are you ready?

Relax.

You will feel hot all over your
body, but that is normal.

This heat is the opposite
sensation of death.

You really know how to find the words.

A priori, she had no intention
of leaving, considering the state of the fridge.

Shit!

I feel you are tense, Lieutenant.

This is never just a search.

But it's not the search
that I was thinking of.

Going through a scanner is not trivial.

Well, go take a look at the computer,
while I take care of my mood.

Thank you, Borel.

OK, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant, I think I found
something.

There is a classified protocol file,
I opened it.

So what?

She obviously scanned
about ten files

before storing them on her hard drive.

Chausson, André, 68 years old, homeless.

This means that the clinic was not only treating
disabled patients.

Hello, you've reached Sophie Dubois' answering machine.

Leave me a message

and I'll call you back very soon.

Mom, it's me. I've been waiting for you
at noon.

Not only did you not warn me,
but you're not answering.

Please call me back.

I'm really starting to get worried.

So, what's this
exam story?

It's nothing. Just a little tingling
in the back.

Any news about Sophie?

I still have the impression
that we're not doing well.

Sophie?

I haven't heard from Sophie,

but I think I know the reasons
for her running away.

Nine victims of treatment.
All junkies,

prostitutes, homeless...

No family, no one to claim
the accounts and especially all valid.

Do you have evidence that they were
treated outside of protocol?

No.

Then there's no point.

So why would she keep them
on her hard drive?

To turn them in?

To blackmail them?

I feel like a zombie right now.
Are you okay?

We have to find her.

Wake up!
Cain?

You're not going to push the vice

to the point of making yourself really sick?

Can you leave us alone, miss?

I'd rather she stayed.

Very well.

The results of your exams
are formal.

Your infection is due
to a small screw that remained

in your pelvis after the operation,
six years ago.

It was still harmless
a few days ago,

but today it threatens to
perforate your right kidney.

I'm operating on you tomorrow.

You're a little early for the funeral.

Besides, I opted for cremation,

there wasn't a coffin big enough
for my chair.

Did you prepare your line all night?

Sorry.
I'm not laughing.

What time does the
Office of Humor open?

Have you heard from Sophie?

Did you know she had a daughter?

According to her, her mother would never
have disappeared like that,

without telling her.

We've put out an APB.

This is my fault. I put
pressure on her.

Barthes and Durin have too
much to lose in the story.

I'm sorry, I should have followed you
from the beginning,

but we can't do anything until we
find her, dead or alive.

On the other hand, Lucie and Borel are

grilling the person in charge
of the social center,

who obviously has
an exclusive contract

with these two vultures.

So what?

No, but you know what it is
to be systematically kicked out of all

the medical services of the region
under the pretext that the poor buggers

that one brings to them do not have
enough to pay for their care.

Fortunately we have the
clinic of professor Barth.

Except that these 9 poor buggers
died.

It's because they couldn't
do anything to save them.

Or because they couldn't stand the treatment
inflicted on them without their knowledge.

I called the Timone to be
transferred in the morning.

You can't stay in their hands.

You're forgetting the nasty
screw that wanders around

in my pool like a
piranha in an aquarium.

Bad move.
And paf, Fukushima.

Ah well, all the more reason.

I won't leave before
I've got them cornered.

Mr. Moulin, we know that the
social center isn't rolling in money.

So there would be nothing scandalous
about you getting a little

compensation in exchange for this
exclusivity with the clinic.

Excuse me?
Think carefully, Mr. Moulin.

Either you help us,

or you risk going from being
a humanitarian hero

to an accomplice in the trafficking of
guinea pigs, or even manslaughter.

In any case, we'll check
the accounts of the social center.

So?

Okay.

Let's say we receive a subsidy.

- Ah, from the clinic.
- No.

From a big pharmaceutical company.

This may be
the last investigation Jacques,

you owe it to yourself.
- Last investigation, my ass.

And I thought you were
untransportable.

And so, there is a law that forbids me to
interrogate them here in my room?

Please sit down.

We inform you that this
interview is going to be recorded.

I therefore have the right to a lawyer.

Not until the custody has
been officially pronounced.

According to our information,

your work is sponsored by a large
pharmaceutical laboratory

in exchange for the exclusivity
on the exploitation of my patent.

How do you explain the death
for the least suspicious

of these nine guinea pigs that
provided you with the social center

and who did not suffer from any handicap
justifying your experimentation ?

This laboratory demanded that

I extend the panel
in order to prove the non-noxiousness

of my molecule on organisms that were older
or in a worse general state.

But each one signed the protocol

of agreement in exchange for the free care
that they were given.

And I don't know how you
obtained these documents,

but I doubt that it is legal.

Sophie sent them to me

before mysteriously disappearing.
In your opinion,

why would she have done
such a thing?

If everything was as legal as you
would like to tell us, Dr. Durin?

You can call your
lawyer, Mr. Durin.

Each of her patients was
informed of the risks involved.

They all signed
the protocol agreement allowing us

to apply the treatment
of Dr. Durin to them.

So, how do you explain the fact that these

files have disappeared from the clinic's
administrative files,

but not from the hard disk
of Sophie Dubois' computer?

You could also have found it

in my computer
and in Dr. Durin's computer.

We have nothing to hide.

I give you my word as a sworn practitioner
sworn practitioner that their death is in no way

collateral damage to the treatments
that we have experimented on them

And we are
obliged to believe you.

Especially since it is going to be
difficult to autopsy the bodies.

You can always ask
for an exhumation,

but I know that Yanis' parents
have asked for an autopsy.

Did your forensic scientist establish a

tangible link between the
treatment and his cardiac arrest?

No,

that's 10 victims out of 76 cases treated
and all under official protocol.

How many deaths for the work
of Charcot, Pasteur

or we would be the modern surgery
if the brave men

had not greased the paw
to the executioner to be able to dissect

bodies, corpses
at the risk of their lives?

But it is not our case.

We have always acted within the framework
of the current legislation

so that hundreds of thousands
of disabled

who are waiting for the exploitation of this
molecule can finally benefit from it.

Imparable.

Nice praise for science.

Captain Cain, you entered
this clinic with the conscious

and admitted purpose of getting back at the
practitioner who saved your life six years ago.

Apart from my own admission of having

accompanied my friend
Langlois in his suicide.

You have strictly
nothing else to blame me for.

I admire you Barth.

And you're right,
I did want to kill you.

And now you're going to save my life
before my kidney explodes

You're not serious Fred?

If I'm afraid he is serious.

Of course he is.
And I want Durin as my anaesthetist.

What am I risking,

I can't be in better
hands than God's.

Don't tire him out, we're coming
to pick him up in 10 minutes.

You can take Delambre out,
your modesty is safe.

- You look like a rooster...

- All you need is a feather
in your ass to set the backyard on fire.

Ha! That's fucking stupid!

Wait,
we're stopping everything!

Did you hear Barth?

We've got nothing on them.

And you know it as well as I do
that we haven't found Sophie.

It's our only chance to catch them.

And she's no thicker
than a frog's ass hair.

Ready for the big jump Captain?

I've been waiting for this moment
for six years.

Good!

You'll count to
10 and it will be fine.

1, 2, 3... Just a detail...

4, 5, 6... Sophie's body
was found...

Danièle.

Leave us alone.

Please.

- Can you explain?
- He's bluffing!

How do you know?

I dumped her lead-laden body
in the middle of the ocean, we'll never find it!

Why did you do that?

For the same reason you killed Andre,
so he wouldn't rat on us.

I didn't kill Andre,
I euthanized him.

That's what you told
the cops!

And maybe even this
that you tell yourself.

And that same evening,
André called me just after you.

He told me that he had nothing more to lose,
that he was going to call the Order of Physicians

to relieve
his conscience.

So I had the same reflex as you.

I went to his house

when I saw you coming out of his house
and getting into your beautiful car,

I understood that you had
done the right thing.

You can't make a Nobel
without breaking eggs Michel!

What are you doing?

Ten years of research that risks being
screwed up because of this little civil servant!

He'll take it
not to heaven!

Let go of that!
Let it go!

What are you waiting for,
we're losing it!

It's up to me to get him out of there,
Let me do this!

Fucking Cain, what the hell are you trying to prove again?

You're doing it again like six years ago,

you wanted Barth
to let you die.

And now he's doing everything he can to
send you back into the big black hole.

That's crazy.

I think it's crazy because
I need you.

I need you to screw with me
for a long time...

Because, that...

it would really piss me off
if you stopped pissing me off!

Can you give us a couple of minutes?

I'm right outside the door.

That's twice
you've brought me back to life.

Not even Christ
managed that winning double.

Deus Ex Machina question,
I think I've found my master.

I'm not sure that
is a compliment.

Sophie's been paying it.

I know.

But it takes men
like us to make

this world go round,
no matter what the cost.

Anyway,
other innocent victims would have

been sacrificed on the altar
of science.

We're just doing our
job, Captain.

Even though I can't
understand,

why you're
relentless after me.

this is your fault.

If you hadn't pestered me six years ago
with your sacred sense of life,

even halved, I might have
swallowed your euthanasia story.

After the gears,

your pride...

Instead of putting down your arms, you have
all driven to hush up the affair

and without my little manipulation,

you would have even covered
Sophie's murder.

It is likely, indeed.

And all this, why?

So that one day, people like
you can live again normally.

And this day will arrive... Others like us
will bring our research to fruition

and you will walk Cain,
as I promised you six years ago.

Amen.

Sitting, kneeling, lying...

You could say I would have fooled you
in any position.

I don't know if I should
thank you,

but if you hadn't talked to me
like that.

Do you remember, a few months ago,

after the Inquisitor case?

You came to see me at the clinic.

I was in a coma too,
but I'll never forget

what you said to me then.

You should, it was bullshit.

You had told me, and I quote:
"I'm warning you Delambre,

if you let go of me to go frolic in
the fucking kitchens of hell,

I won't hesitate for a second
to put on my fireman's outfit

to pick you up and bring
back by the scruff of the neck."

That's what I'm talking about, bullshit.

I'll tell you in my own way.

I've been scared as hell
of losing you.

I don't want to lose you.

It's okay, don't take advantage of me
a bullshit joke.

But, I don't have any kind
of intention to.