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A good day starts with a good breakfast.

I can see that.

After all this time, you

still hold some mystery for me.

What do you want to know?

Go ahead, lead the interrogation.

You cultivate your tomboy image,

yet...

Yet you discovered my terrible secret?

Yes, I am a woman.

It suits you very well, this make-up.

Thank you.

So do you.

You want it?

Shall we share?

Are we still on first-name terms?

After what happened between us.

What happened between us?

I'll take it.

Lieutenant Delambre?

Here's your mail.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Okay, we're on our way.

It's Stunia.

There's been a crime in the morgue.

Hey, Dad.

Hey, Ben?

Hi.

You just got in from Aix at 8:00 in the morning?

Nothing serious, I hope?

No, don't worry, I was just passing.

Sorry, I have to take this off. We have an urgent matter.

I'll take a moment, I'll call you.

Death waits for no man.

A corpse in a morgue,

frankly, I don't see what's wrong with it.

It's not one of my corpses.

It's not one of mine either.

I have an alibi for that night.

How about you, Lieutenant?

Concrete.

I usually listen to your antics,

but the intrusion of this crime into my morgue, it's...

It's like a rape.

This is...

You gonna be okay, Elizabeth?

We've got a nice little setup,

but it's just window dressing.

Didn't he just get here?

Yes, Captain.

Did anyone get a look at him?

The Forensic Institute is less secure than you might think.

There are no surveillance cameras

and only one night watchman for the entire building.

In fact, we have rarely seen bodies go missing

and even rarer, that they make young.

The victim was not killed on the spot.

Despite the wounds, there is no trace of blood around.

Why was she dumped here?

The killer must have thought that a body more or less...

What do we have?

Male, Caucasian. Fifties?

57 years old, Victor Jubin.

Landscape gardener, lives in Aubagne.

His papers were lying near of the body

with his jacket and shoes.

Did the assassin leave us his identity?

Very thoughtful of him.

And the murder weapon too.

With lots of nice little fingers on it.

Nice fingerprints.

He was killed last night between 8:00 and 10:00 p.m.

Two wounds to the abdomen. Very applied.

The third was fatal.

Wrists were restrained.

A puncture wound at the base of the neck.

I deduce that he was drugged, restrained, then killed,

before being transported.

I like it better when you're like this, Stunia.

Death is your fuel.

Get me the bastard who came to my house to do this

Victor Jubin was only once by our services,

in a murder case.

Charged? Suspected?

No, just a witness.

The victim, a hitchhiker, found dead on the side of the road.

He had three wounds in his abdomen

and a knife still stuck in his stomach.

Right.

I am married and a father, you risk nothing.

On the other hand, make up your mind, I'm in a bit of a hurry here.

June 29, 1999.

His name is

Gilles Delogne,

18 years old.

He is found dead on the side of the road. Where?

At the Gineste pass, isn't it.

He was returning to Marseille, where he lived with his parents.

At least, I think so.

There's something different between you, isn't there?

Yes, not with you, I reassure you, Borel.

What was Gilles Delogne doing at the Gineste pass?

Hitchhiking.

He was trying to stop cars with his thumb to get help.

Yes, we know how to hitchhike, Einstein.

Delogne was located along the departmental road 559,

between Saint-Cyr and La Ciotat.

Five motorists have formally identified him.

The last one to see him alive, is Victor Jubin.

It is quite incredible.

Fifteen years later, the same wounds and this knife planted straight as an I.

You don't forget that.

I see you've introduced yourself.

No, not really.

Captain Emile Allard.

Recently retired.

Captain Émile Allard, one of the glories of the SRPJ of Marseille.

He's the one who handled the murder of that hitchhiker 15 years ago.

He came to offer us his services.

I said to myself that it could help us.

Tell us, would this be the work of a repeat offender?

So long after?

The body moved to the morgue. No, I don't think so.

I don't think so either.

Victor Jubin, he was one of the suspects at the time?

We put out a call for witnesses.

Jubin presented himself spontaneously 15 days after the murder,

with a very precise memory of the facts.

Yes, his profile could fit.

But he was not worried.

We inspected his vehicle. No traces of blood.

Then the knife on the victim, a supermarket model,

with numerous fingerprints on the blade and handle,

but none from Jubin, nor his entourage.

Handled by dozens of anonymous before its purchase

and with care after.

This is what we concluded.

Two years of investigation.

I'm not ashamed to say it, we got bogged down.

The case was closed "without action".

You, your conviction, it was Jubin?

I have never gone on a hunch.

The facts, nothing but the facts and above all, evidence,

which earned me the esteem of the courts.

In the absence of conclusive evidence, Jubin was only a witness.

Yes, but 15 years later,

someone has finally convinced himself otherwise.

Jubin's murder looks very much like a revenge.

Delogne, he had a family? A fiancée?

A brother who lives in Lille, a father unfortunately deceased

and a mother who still lives in a retirement home.

This has the merit of being precise. We'll start with that.

Thank you for your help, Captain.

Lucie?

Jubin's widow comes to recognize the body.

Maybe we should start there?

I'll leave you to it?

In a couple, you have to know trust each other.

Borel, the 2,000 pages, by heart.

2,000 pages?

2,000.

Can I come with you?

I must admit that since I've been on the sidelines, I miss

the field.

Backup, experience, is never a bad thing.

Okay, Fred?

You took the words right out of my mouth.

Okay, let's roll.

Are you driving?

A woman, a redneck, a handicapped man, the police are changing.

It was you who started the movement.

Yes, it changes,

but not the criminals, I reassure you...

Are you there?

I'm not far away.

You'll see me coming.

A brown SUV.

Can you drop me off at the intersection, please?

Thanks, see you around.

Your expert opinion, Captain,. Why the theatrics?

Why did you dump Jubin's body in our morgue?

I guess the killer wants us to know that justice is served.

Do you believe this?

If Jubin was really guilty, sort of, yes.

If he was guilty,

it mostly proves that you should have nailed him 15 years ago.

That kind of mistake is a cross to bear.

You'll see later.

We are forced to live with our failures.

Gilles was just 18 years old.

A gratuitous murder,

difficult to admit.

Gilles had no enemies, had no money on him.

He was killed just like that to know what it felt like.

My life stopped.

Your other son?

Stéphane.

He's all I have left.

He tried to forget.

The Captain is the only one who can stand

that I am going over this drama.

I told you, it is impossible to forget this case.

So I came regularly to support Mrs. Delogne.

Glad to hear it.

Since you both play to the seven families

with the potential suspects,

needless to remind you who Victor Jubin is.

The last one to see him alive.

The last one.

He was killed last night. Three stab wounds,

the weapon stuck in his stomach.

There was nothing gratuitous about it this time.

Mrs. Jubin,

the death of your husband is certainly linked to the murder of Gilles Delogne.

Do you remember?

A young hitchhiker.

This case fascinated him at the time.

To be able to help the police, to be useful.

It motivated him.

He always wanted to know how the investigation was going.

Do you think he killed her?

I had my doubts.

Honestly, God forgive me, I doubted.

But no, he had no reason to do that.

Victor Jubin came to me last week.

He stood there like you,

except he didn't dare look at the pictures.

You should have called me.

It was the first time I saw him, that I met him.

First time in 15 years.

He told me he couldn't stand living with the weight of secrecy anymore.

Are you telling us that Jubin accused himself

of your son's murder?

He cried a lot.

He cried for my forgiveness, but I could not grant it to him.

Jubin lived his life.

He did not.

My Gilles was finally avenged.

Tell me, the score, I thought that it was played by two.

Why did you become a cop, Captain?

Certainly not to burden me with a soloist.

Wait, what drives us both is the search for the truth.

All this energy deployed, in a wheelchair, moreover,

interrogating, deciphering the slightest clue, a maniac's job

to eventually nail the culprit.

Which you didn't do.

When you enter the labyrinth, you don't get out.

All these years, I remained stuck with the image of Gilles Delogne,

murdered on this deserted road.

I'll tell you something.

When she said that Victor Jubin confessed, yes, I was relieved.

I'm relieved.

I finally found my way out.

Good for you,

because I just jumped into your maze with both feet.

It's Jubin's killer, now, that I'm going to find.

Unlike you,

I don't intend to be left with an unsolved crime on my hands.

I think I like you, Captain.

Pain in the ass.

I don't care about your love.

You're wrong.

Between colleagues, it's important to value each other.

In two seconds, you're going to tell me that I remind you, you, at my age.

Stop the violins.

In any case, I'm not going to let you down.

With my experience and your temperament,

we will catch your assassin.

You're taking a long time.

The ball and chain.

Just between us,

your colleague, Lucie,

you've taken a bite out of her, right?

A hunch, Captain Allard?

Bring me some evidence, I will study the file.

Stéphane Delogne, 39 years old, city hall employee.

He was 24 years old at the time of his brother's murder.

He lives in Lille, but for one week, he is in Marseille,

Hôtel des Carmes.

He turned up when his mother told him about Jubin's confession.

It fits.

Perfect, what are we waiting for?

I sent a team to pick him up, but he hasn't returned to his hotel

since yesterday morning.

That's since Jubin was abducted.

It's looking good.

We have a victim in our city, a suspect.

We're missing the obvious.

You're never satisfied.

Never, you should know that.

What more do you need?

From you?

A lot.

What's going on with you two?

We're missing a crime scene.

Yes, the morgue is fine,

but a real crime scene is where we'll find something.

Find it.

And find the Delogne boy.

I need a report for the investigating judge.

Borel is on the case.

Hello.

It's frustrating, huh?

Excuse me?

I say, "It's frustrating."

It always takes one like you in a team to do the dumb job.

No, not just that.

You're the one who made the connection between the victim and my hitchhiker?

Yeah.

Good for you.

Actually, you're underappreciated.

Yeah, you're worth a lot more than what they make you do.

You think so, too?

Yes.

You know, when you have strong personalities above you,

it's hard to climb the ladder.

It's always been like that in the police force.

Can you help me?

To?

I need to get into the computer server,

but, obviously, I no longer have the code.

Yes, I can use mine.

Thank you.

I knew a captain like yours when I started.

It took me over 10 years to get off the ground.

To them, you will always be the blue one.

Here you go.

Thank you.

You know, it was me too who found the...

How is it going with Captain Allard?

He feels like Theseus, he's my breadcrumb trail.

I thought it was me, your Ariadne.

Are you deceiving me?

Why did he retire, Allard?

He's not that old.

Still holding on to the field.

Cancer.

He's already been through two rounds of chemo.

We tracked down the Delogne boy.

He's back at his hotel and our teams have him cornered.

Did you finish the report?

No.

Yes, I'm going back.

Lines have moved between you and Cain?

Yeah, you could say that.

How did it feel to hear from your mother

about Victor Jubin's confession?

After all this time, I couldn't believe it.

Relief?

Not really.

Feeling?

Maybe a little.

A desire for revenge, rather, right?

To finally hold in your hands, at your mercy, the man who ruined your life.

June 29th 1999, a date that you will never forget.

Your brother is stabbed in a barbaric way, like a dog.

You are 24 years old, the world is falling apart.

That's true, but I...

Your mother calls, Jubin confessed.

What do you do?

You rush to Marseille to explain yourself to him.

That's it.

No,

to support her.

The poor woman, she was in all her states.

Precisely,

you promise to avenge her, an eye for an eye,

but you don't trust her anymore.

You don't trust him anymore,

because if you denounce him, it's not sure that the police will catch him.

So you brood in your head that this man does not deserve to live.

He has to pay.

That's it, isn't it?

And I think Fred goes a long way...

He deserved it, it's true, but no.

You make an appointment with him, a false pretext.

And then, you look at him, you hide.

You tie him up, right?

Allard. That's enough of that.

He's begging you.

He begs you, but you don't have any mercy for that murdering bastard.

So you screw up.

You screw up, because justice, is yours to administer.

Will you cut the crap or what?

Come on, spit it out.

We know you weren't at your hotel. Where were you?

Where were you, you little scumbag?

Avenging scumbag, where were you?

With a guy.

With a what?

With a guy, damn it.

I spent the night with a guy.

I met him in a sauna.

Please, I'm married.

You'll have to look elsewhere.

Turns out he's not so rusty, the former cop.

We can't keep working with this nutcase.

Why not?

His method has the advantage of being expeditious.

Sorry Cain, for your maze, the prime suspect has fallen.

This way of going about it, on a guilty person,

I'm not necessarily against it, but to prove an innocence,

it's a bit extreme, isn't it ?

Political correctness is not my style.

I'll remember the lesson.

Are we really meeting again?

We have to start over.

Goodbye, Captain.

You're going to let him come back?

I'm beginning to like him.

He's a real screwball, that guy.

That's what I like about him.

A cop in agony,

an unsolved murder that's been eating away at him for years,

a culprit he could never pin down.

You think he...

As long as he's working with us, he's like in custody.

I'm in love, Dad.

Her name is Amandine and she is 21 years old.

Tough test that life throws at you.

Not the most unpleasant.

What does she do?

Law studies,

but she doesn't like it, she will maybe change.

I can't wait for you to meet her.

We haven't even gotten to the wedding part yet,.

That's why you changed your look.

It must cost an arm and a leg all those clothes?

You're being careful with the money, aren't you?

You know, Amandine,

she doesn't come from the same world.

Her parents are loaded.

It's even exceptional that she has lowered her eyes

on a simple guy like me.

Don't sell yourself short.

You have to be proud of who you are.

His mother is very young, very nice

and his father, Valentin, is a golden guy.

He may have a very busy job, he always finds time to do

things with me.

Stuff?

How long have you been dating them?

Four, five months.

Still.

Yeah, I know, I should have told you before.

Valentin and I go jogging almost every morning.

He took me skydiving.

He flies his own Cessna.

He is very physical.

I can see the type very well.

I feel comfortable with them. They have adopted me.

Sorry if I don't get up and jump for joy.

What do you want from me?

Actually, I can't get by on that you give me every month.

I know, it's tricky,

but if you could make me an extension.

Like you say, it's tricky.

Me, I'm just a poor cop in a wheelchair.

For money, clothes, it's like jogging,

without me.

I didn't offend you, did I?

You think so.

Time for a little refresher course

and I'm buddy-buddy with your father-in-law.

Come and give me a kiss.

I am very happy for you.

Shit.

Shit.

Captain Cain,

what a nice surprise.

This is cop poison.

20 years old, my only luxury.

No wife, no kids?

You know very well that when you're a cop in the Homicide,

you can't have a family life.

You come home late, you carry a smell of death.

No one can share that, so you get a divorce.

And you end up alone.

Retired cop, there's nothing worse.

Try disabled cop for size.

Your old files?

My coffee table books.

Here you have 30 years of criminal cases.

You know as well as I do that when you're a cop, it's for life,

right, Captain?

That's all we're good for,

but at least we're good for something.

These are the memories that I'm making for myself?

The glory of solved crimes, of thugs under lock and key

and the bitterness of having let some of them go?

How can you forget the remains

of a family bathed in their blood?

The body of a young woman raped,

strangled, slaughtered with fists by a pervert

that slipped through your fingers?

Or the gratuitous crime of a hitchhiker that you would like to avenge?

Why did you come, Cain?

To share the meandering of my labyrinth.

My wife is in Africa,

my son fantasizes about an ideal father

and I am left with my investigation and even there, not a single suspect.

Perhaps you have one to offer me?

For the moment, I only have one hypothesis.

That of a former cop who killed the culprit.

that once escaped him.

I don't hide from you that I had thought about it.

But don't count on me to grill the suspect

and prove his innocence.

With my two wheels, it is not me who would try a tackle on the ground

to make you confess.

There you go, my Lord.

We'll have to do this again sometime.

Yes, I'll expect you in the morning.

We still have work to do.

Have a good trip.

Don't worry about anything.

No speeding.

I've got it under control.

We'll have to speed things up.

You're finally willing to come clean?

You're overreacting, Fred, he's just a kid.

He's my son, damn it.

By now,

he's probably running around in a park with Mr. Perfect

in his trademark jogging suit.

And I'm stuck in this fucking chair.

You could also be dead in a motorcycle accident.

And I consider myself as a normal guy.

What an asshole.

Already valid, you weren't normal.

Come on, Fred.

You're a father like any other

and he's just a young man in love.

Besides,

there wouldn't be anything between you and Lucy?

What normal woman would share my disability?

So there's nothing?

Do you think I'm that over?

We're buddies, you can tell me, shit.

Shit.

I'll talk to Ben.

We'll clear this up, it's just a misunderstanding.

Yes ?

I can't take it anymore.

This has got to stop.

We'll install surveillance cameras.

It won't happen again.

No knife marks this time?

No, from the color of her lips,

she was poisoned.

All right, I got it.

Barbara Morgan, publisher.

Widow of Caspard Morgan, murdered in 1988.

She was accused of poisoning him, she was charged, tried,

then released for the benefit of the doubt.

She poisoned her husband, new unpunished crime,

new punishment of our judge and executioner.

New body staged in our morgue, as if to tell us:

"This one too, you let her pass."

At the time, the investigation was led by whom?

Captain Émile Allard.

He was not alone.

He may have had an accomplice.

It is my fingerprints that you will find on these glasses.

I was sure of myself,

I thought he would stop at Jubin's murder.

You couldn't tell that he was on a crusade.

From the looks of it, it's more like a last stand.

He should have been on chemo by now a week, look.

When you're a cop, you're in it for life.

He had files all over the place, he burned them all.

Commander, this way,

in the basement.

You wanted your crime scene, you got it.

Damn, she must have already been tied up here while I was...

I had roadblocks re-established and flagged.

Roads, train stations, airports, he's only ever a few hours ahead of us.

He's years ahead of us.

I don't think he's looking to leave the area.

He's got it in his head to close these unresolved cases.

In any case, there is nothing on the carnage of a family.

Are you sure he mentioned the rape and murder of a young woman?

" Raped, strangled and slaughtered with fists,"

these are his words.

We've gone back through his entire career,

even through closed cases without any follow-up,

nothing matches.

I may have something.

And it's a match.

Yeah, but the guy who did it is under lock and key.

Allard arrested him himself.

Maybe he made a mistake, he had doubts.

In any case, this is the only lead we have.

Keep digging, Borel.

On August 5, 2006, your daughter, Laurine, was found dead

at the river's edge.

Your companion at the time was subsequently charged

and convicted of this murder.

Yes.

He was violent, but I loved him.

I didn't think he would be capable of such an act.

Forgive me, but what is the point

of revisiting this drama today?

He has always maintained his innocence.

Could it be true?

You only have to reread the minutes of the trial.

It's all there.

Strangling your daughter

and finishing her off with a fist,

is a rather barbaric act.

Mylène felt very bad about having let this man into her life.

In fact, she still blames herself today.

Whatever one may say,

will not bring Laurine back.

Laurine was born from a previous marriage.

The father was not called to the stand?

He lives in Canada,

from what I was told.

He has never reconnected with his daughters.

My wife raised her two children alone.

After this dramatic episode, I helped her to rebuild a family.

I raised Manon as my daughter.

Thank you.

Do you remember Captain of the police force Émile Allard?

He was the policeman who led the investigation.

Yes, a bit of a rough guy, but straight.

Yes, quite a temperament.

He led the beats for two days.

The whole village mobilized behind him.

Me, the first, of course.

Has he come back to see you since the trial?

Have you seen him again?

No.

No, I don't remember.

Why not?

We just want to make sure we're not duplicating efforts.

Excuse me,

all these questions, it's preparing for a retrial?

We'll keep you posted.

Thank you.

We're bound to get the wrong cases, right?

It's likely, alas.

We're two trains behind, Lieutenant,

I don't like it.

Why do you want this lunch so badly?

Damn, Jacques, you shit in my wheels.

Everything is going to be fine.

Right?

It's time to calm things down.

I was literally transfixed when Ben told me

that he had never been to St. Tropez.

That's crazy, how far are we? A hundred kilometers?

I had never been there.

Crazy.

I told him, "You drink champagne in St. Tropez,

it doesn't taste the same as anywhere else."

Right, Ben?

I put him in the car in the second

and we had one hell of a ride.

It's fun.

You have to admit, for kids, having fun, partying,

is fun.

Her dad was great about it.

He's always great.

Then he called the boss of the VIP Room, one of his best friends,

but dad only has friends.

We got a square, the best spot, everyone was watching us.

It was singularly missing your education, Saint-Trop'.

It's so weird being with two cops.

I feel like I'm being interrogated.

You are.

I'm kidding.

What do you drink, miss?

Alcohol, for sure,

but what else?

Coke, amphetamines, ecstasy?

Fred, you're pushing the envelope here.

I don't feel like it.

Look at their reaction.

Two kids caught with their hands in the jam jar.

Ben had warned me that you were not easy,

but I still hesitate,

is it sourness or malice?

I like to think it's lucidity,

but apparently it's not in the genes.

My son didn't inherit it.

Sorry, Ben, but I've seen enough.

Dad, please.

This isn't you.

This is not your kind of girl, this, this is not you at all.

Fred.

Look at her eyes, look at her, it stinks of dope to high heaven.

Shit.

Damn it.

I went back one by one through all the files handled by Captain Allard

since 1995.

He was a real hotshot in his own right, very few unsolved cases.

We already know that.

We always come back to the Laurine case.

Of which in the guilty is in prison.

Make an effort.

Precisely, while Allard was in the service, yesterday,

he made research on our computers.

He doesn't have the authority, how could he log on to our server?

I thought it was for investigation, I gave him my access code.

You're really an anthological bullshit.

It is well known that one is only betrayed by his own.

I know, I was wrong,

but I went back and checked his history.

He did some research on Hervé Montoit,

the man you met and who currently lives

with Laurine's mother.

If he thinks he's guilty, this could well be his next target.

We're having set up a discreet surveillance

on the Montoit house, 24 hours a day.

Maybe we can warn him, right?

Warn a murderer that another murderer is going to kill him,

that would hurt.

The priority is to stop Allard from continuing his crusade.

You could congratulate Borel, right?

I want to know everything about this Herve Montoit.

I'll get on it with you.

It's a nice night for a walk.

Is it a holiday?

Don't you have someone to kill?

I underestimated you, Cain.

You're a good cop,

a great cop, even.

I should have started with him.

I wanted to save the best for last.

You closed this case.

You put Laurine's killer away.

Why come back to it?

We all make mistakes.

I overlooked Montoit.

Yet he was present at all the beats,

always in the frame,

but beside the point.

Happy to oblige,

to bring up the popular vindictiveness

and finally, to console the mother.

So what?

I let you kill him,

justice is done and life is good?

Except that it won't exonerate an innocent who remains in prison.

I'll get a confession.

They all confessed before they died.

I'll drop him off at the morgue with the body

and you'll never hear about me again.

The truth is, it turns you on.

A rush of adrenaline and you still feel a little alive.

You will soon be no better than them, Allard.

Jubin, Barbara Morgan,

it is good, you have already a beautiful hunting table.

Only occasional killers.

Montoit is my white whale.

Laurine is not his only victim.

In France, abroad, I found similar murders.

Same profile.

Young girls raped, strangled, punched to death.

Each time, the dates match.

Montoit was in the area.

If what you say is true, share your information,

I'll lock it down tomorrow.

These are just dates, not evidence.

Montoit is a textbook case.

He is unpredictable, methodical,

no regularity.

Never in the same place twice, unless there is a repeat offence.

The investigation will take years.

I will take over.

This fucking cancer is eating away at me full speed.

I'm going to die and this criminal bastard is going to live?

What do we do?

I let you kill Montoit?

Even if he deserves it, you know very well that I can't.

I'm not asking for your approval.

Allard.

Allard.

Allard.

We have a list of foreign trips made by Montoit,

sorted by airline.

I've got eight cases in France that might look like this,

but you'll have to go back to each investigation to find out if Montoit was there.

He's right, Allard, it's going to take us years.

Have you ever been tempted to strangle a criminal rather than arrest him?

Borel, what's the matter with you?

More than once.

Are you for the death penalty, you, now?

No,

but against impunity.

What is our role?

It's to protect society from criminals, right?

Montoit will not stop, it is up to us to stop him.

If we can't,

I'd rather have him dead than beating up some poor girl.

Finally, you have quite a rebel mentality.

We're not going to start

killing the suspects ourselves?

As the captain said yesterday,

that a murderer kills another murderer...

Repeat that.

Let a murderer kill another murderer.

You are brilliant.

What?

We went to all this trouble just to let that lunatic Allard

take him out?

Why not, Lieutenant?

I've been seeing cars of police since last night.

You got something to be ashamed of?

Me? No, why?

How about a whiskey?

May I?

You have a lovely daughter-in-law,.

Yes.

It's growing up too fast.

Soon she'll be a woman.

Children escape us one day.

We are not going to kill them for that.

Excuse me?

I left my job to join you,

what's so important?

Your life is in danger.

We talked about Captain Allard, yesterday.

He's retired and he's taken it into his head to reopen

old files for his personal account.

He has just murdered two people,

two culprits that he had not managed to arrest.

Allard?

What's this all about?

You're next on the list.

This is completely absurd. Why me?

Because you killed Laurine.

Wait a minute, we're in the middle of something here.

If your cop went nuts, you'd better arrest him.

Don't worry, he doesn't have any proof,

but the problem is that we believe he is right.

Right to want to kill me?

No, reason to suspect you.

You are disgusting, Mr. Montoit.

You're everything I hate in this world,

but we'll be nice, we'll leave you two options.

Either you confess, we arrest you and your life is no longer in danger.

Or we withdraw our protection

and let Captain Allard deal with your fate.

No, you must protect me, you have nothing on me.

Protecting a murderer,

the taxpayer would blame us.

What's the matter?

A confession?

We're not going to stop murderers from killing each other.

At the same time, we shouldn't make a big deal of it.

Allard is tired, sick.

He persists in killing his victims as they killed theirs.

We can't imagine him beating you with his fists

as you do with the girls.

But if he kills you, we'll just nail him later, I promise.

You're sick people. Get out of my house.

Get out of my house.

We're playing a dangerous game.

I can't think of a better one.

The little shit cop.

You know it's starting to get around.

Moretti asked me if the lines had moved.

Poor Jacques.

He was more frank with me.

He is struggling to know,

but he is completely lost, in fact.

And Borel:

"There's something changed between you."

They all get ideas.

You have to admit that we have a good laugh.

Do you think they're wrong?

Go figure.

Should we intervene?

Just be patient, we've got two criminals for the price of one,

it's party night.

What are you smiling about, you little cop shit?

Because after all these years, I finally see your true face.

Did Laurine smile at you like that when you beat her up?

And Sophie?

And Adeline? And Aurore? And Murielle?

They didn't smile,

they all squealed, like sows.

They all begged me before they died.

You too, you'll beg me, because you know too much.

Police, don't move.

Go ahead, raise your hands.

Raise your arms.

Go ahead.

You see, Allard, we got his confession.

Damn.

Damn, that hurt,

but it was worth it.

The death penalty is abolished, is that good news?

We can finally get the innocent man who was paying for you out of jail.

Come on.

For me too, the death penalty is abolished?

It will be necessary that the crab

takes care to restore it.

Come on Captain,

the honor is yours.

Hi,

thanks for this.

I owed you a favor, there won't be two.

It really pisses me off to tail a colleague's son

behind his back.

Yes, I can understand that,

but I need some reassurance.

After what I'm about to tell you,

I'm not sure that will be the case.

I confirm, your little princess, Amandine Zuicker,

she's on coke. And not just a little.

Shit.

It gets worse.

Your cop's son, Ben, is her dealer.

And not only his.

He waters the parties of the high with his dope.

Are you sure about this?

I don't think he's doing drugs, the kid's smart,

but he's starting to get a good reputation.

There's money to be made and he's not shy about it.

Hi.