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Borel, you're all alone?

Stunia's inside, but the commander's nowhere to be seen.

Do you have any idea where she is?

No more than you. What do you think?

Weird, it's not her habit.

She must have changed her ways.

We can handle a crime scene while she's peeing, can't we?

- Where's Legrand? - Out looking for her,

a bit worried.

Worried about what?

Let her breathe, give her a break.

And worry about the victim.

So, what's the story?

Apparently, the doctor was killed during a consultation.

Yesterday, between 6 PM and 8 PM.

A blow to the aorta.

Clumsy, moderate force.

The blade didn't go in deep.

Just enough to sever the aorta.

A woman?

Seems likely.

The problem is, according to his schedule,

he hadn't scheduled any consultations at that time.

A relative, then?

That would fit with the absence of forced entry.

And the absence of defensive wounds.

He was at ease with his attacker.

Who else lives here?

No one else.

Alix, the eldest, is a corporate lawyer in Taiwan.

Justine recently entered a convent.

The devil and the good Lord.

Must have been a nice family atmosphere.

And the one who said yes, for better or for worse?

Marie-Reine.

She's been institutionalized for 3 months, following an Alzheimer's diagnosis.

Let me guess.

At her husband's request and against her will.

And that of their daughter.

According to the clinic, family relations were already strained.

Looks like someone cleared the air.

And their mother disappeared from the clinic last night.

Do you think they're on the run?

Borel, fancy words.

They might just be hiking.

Look at the text Justine sent her father yesterday morning.

"With or without your consent, we're going on this pilgrimage.

It's Mom's dream."

Determined, the little angel-faced nun.

To the point of killing her father?

Faith justifies the means.

La Victoire Convent, the Way of Saint James.

Is the Way of Saint James nearby?

By the Phocéenne route, I believe, yes.

Here we go!

Captain, where are you going?

Find them and sketch their portraits.

I'm going to follow in their footsteps, taking a few shortcuts.

I've always dreamed of stretching my legs to redeem myself.

Are you serious?

The heart of the family is where it all happens.

Meet the suspects where they least expect us.

Catch them off guard, if I may say so. It'll be a blast.

Okay, if you say so.

Hello, you've reached Commander Delambre's voicemail.

Please leave a message.

Commandant...

Listen, Lucie, I think I know where you are.

I just wanted to tell you how happy I was in your arms last night.

Take all the time you need.

As for the investigation, I'll deal with Borel.

By the way, in my own way, I'm going to go green too.

- Hello! - Hello!

Congrats and good luck!

Ah, I need it! Thank you.

- Have a nice day! - You too.

Damn!

No fight, no victory!

- Hello! - Hello!

Gentlemen, do these faces look familiar?

No, they don't.

Thank you, good day.

How kind!

Nice one!

Tell me, Jeje, I don't know the rates at 4.42 Saint-Pierre

but with what I'm giving, I hope someone will take care of wiping my slate clean.

And in the meantime, if you could take a look at Commandant Delambre.

Thank you very much!

- Hello! - Hello.

Hey!

Just a moment!

- Mrs. Falardeau, I presume? - Yes?

Captain Cain.

The police?

Our mother signed a release.

She had the right to leave the clinic against medical advice.

Have the police look for her, we've seen it all.

It's signed. It's another one of Dad's tricks.

- Marie-Reine? - Yes.

Alix.

Justine.

To whom am I speaking?

Anita is our nanny.

Now she's taking care of Mom.

An adult nanny?

That's unheard of!

- Do you sing her lullabies? - Oh please.

Pardon my lack of humor, Captain,

but if we want to get there before dark, let's go.

No, no! Wait!

You're wrong. I'm not here to stand in your way.

François Falardeau is dead.

He was murdered.

It can't be!

Are you sure it was our father?

He was found in his study, stabbed with his letter opener.

Who died?

Did someone die?

Daddy's in heaven, Mommy.

That's what the police say, Marie-Reine.

Alzheimer's...

I told her to put a lock on the service door.

There's been no break-in and nothing of value has gone missing, apparently.

A patient then?

We considered it, of course.

But you don't believe it?

Look, I don't want to sound rude, but it's getting chilly, isn't it?

Are you planning to sleep somewhere?

Yes, here.

Who are you again?

Why are you crying, honey?

We're comfortable here, the four of us.

And your husband's very nice.

My little Justine!

I'm married to the Lord, Mom.

He's the policeman, I told you, remember?

Is it for her memory?

- Yes. - This illness is confusing,

It comes and goes, between lucidity and confusion.

Yes, she can no longer store new information.

Excuse me.

My feet are already sore.

Would you like some?

For your hands?

Thank you.

You're a real mother!

I learned from my mother and Anita.

Your sister's seen the Virgin, your mother's lost her mind,

your personal carer - is that how they say it? -

pretends to be strong.

But you, it's as if you're outside all this.

- To each their own protection. - Of course.

And unlike them, you'd already distanced yourself.

Taiwan wasn't just about exoticism, was it?

No.

The family suffocated me.

If you don't think it was a thief or a crazy patient,

what are you guessing?

The tensions, the things left unsaid, the resentments...

I'm just repeating your words.

You have to look in the family.

It's your job.

But if there's the slightest deviation from procedure, you'll find me.

Tough cookie!

I like it.

But what did your father think when we stood up to him like that?

Dinnertime.

It's six kilometers to the main road.

Tomorrow we'll get back on the road

and go home to take care of your father's funeral.

The trip can wait.

We're not going back!

And you, sir, are you a doctor?

I'm sorry, Marie-Reine, but your comedy act isn't very credible.

Because, as we all agree, even if I'm not quite sure why,

your Alzheimer's is bogus.

I won't allow you.

I'm sorry, Nanny, but I'm old enough to allow myself.

Here,

you lost this in your husband's office.

Say, it's still there, well marked.

It must have slipped off your finger when you were arguing with François.

All right, that's enough!

Your accusations are intolerable!

Come on, Mareine, it's time for bed.

Alix, Justine, upstairs.

Mary Poppins has a lot of authority.

Are you under her spell too?

No one has any power over me.

Not Anita, not my mother or father, not you.

Everything okay up there?

Anita, Alix?

Anybody?

Lord, why so much hardship?

Jesus Christ.

Shit!

- Captain? - Good news, you're still here!

Where's everybody else?

Did your mother and sister just run off?

Looks like they forgot the nanny too.

What do you mean?

Isn't that your mother's?

Do you know where we can find a phone?

We're coming up the road...

we've just come across a corpse.

Defensive wounds on the wrists.

She struggled, so we pushed her.

It's improvised, like the first murder, but more determined, more powerful.

In my opinion, it's not the same killer.

So, that'd make two murderers.

Out of a tribe of five. That sounds like a lot.

Not that I'm against overtime,

but if you can stop the hecatomb before the whole family ends up on my table,

- I'd appreciate it. - I searched the area.

I've asked the other pilgrims, no one has seen Justine.

First, send the scientific team to the gite

to get every bug to talk.

I want a full reconstruction of last night's argument.

And then, Borel,

Delambre's going to have to pick up the phone, I really need reinforcements.

Actually, I called Legrand, he's found her, they're on their way.

Very good, perfect.

You're following protocol, what's going on?

I don't know, miracle of the Way.

Too many challenges.

I surely sit in pride before the mystery of faith.

Only science can compete.

And by the way, I could use your sharp feedback on those little pills.

Mom?

Mom!

Mom!

One more suspect for me.

One less customer for you, good news!

I was in the chapel praying.

I, on the other hand, have bad news.

It's tidied up. Disinfected. Spotless.

The cleaning service comes every morning to prepare the gite for the next guests.

I thought we had a deal, you and me.

I'm willing to play fair, as long as you stay in line.

Well, Borel, if we don't have the support of science,

we're going to have to be very inventive to decide our finalist.

What about Marie-Reine's wish?

What do you want to find over there? There's nothing there.

Am I interrupting something?

Our grief and mourning!

You're a bird of misfortune.

You carry death with you.

That's the dirty part of the job.

I'd rather solve cases without having to deal with dead bodies.

Unfortunately...

Now that's enough! Either take us into custody or let us go.

Leave? Yes, but go where?

Obviously not in the same direction.

You, Nanny, were planning to return to Marseille.

Whereas you, ladies, wanted to continue on the Way.

I don't get it.

La Victoire was Mom's second home.

That's where she got married.

It's where we were born.

That's where she wanted to be buried.

She cared about this pilgrimage above all else. We must see it through to the end.

Otherwise, I'll regret it for the rest of my life.

Is that what you were arguing about last night?

Don't answer that.

We're under no obligation to answer.

Come on, let's pack up and go.

We've got no choice.

What the hell are you doing?

Let us out of here!

- Anita? - This is intolerable!

You've got no right!

What are you thinking, Maître?

It was a draft that slammed the doors shut.

You'll pay for this!

Help!

Let us out of here!

I'm looking for the keys, but I can't find them!

Is it okay?

Don't worry, I'll get help!

Wait here without moving? Is he kidding us?

There must be a good reason.

Are you serious? You're taking his side now?

What's going on, Lucie?

You disappear without warning and come back completely on edge.

You know you can tell me anything, right?

There you are!

Can you tell us what we do in the cold when we have two dead bodies to deal with?

Hello, Commander.

Glad to see your little break did you good.

Don't change the subject.

Now that I'm here, I'd like to know what you're up to.

Can you fill us in?

Are you familiar with family constellations?

So, on the victim side, we have Mr. Falardeau,

and then Mrs. Falardeau.

And on the suspect side, the two daughters.

Justine, in the role of the docile good girl,

and Alix, in that of the rebellious loudmouth.

It's typical among siblings.

And let's not forget the most troubling part:

- the nanny! - The nanny?

- There's a baby? - The baby was the mother.

So we've got a nun who won't grow up,

and an older sister who goes from IVF to miscarriage.

And as for the nanny, she's got cuckoo's nest syndrome.

How does this shed light on our investigation?

Because they're on their way to the La Victoire Convent,

the region's former largest maternity hospital,

where the two girls were born

and where their mother wanted to take them.

So, the hypothesis is that all this is hiding some kind of family secret.

And that someone would be willing to kill to cover it up.

We may have a motive.

Come on, let's go.

Wait, Commander, where are you going?

To the police station.

Let's arrest and interrogate them, 24 hours in custody, we have no time to lose.

I was thinking of something more itinerant.

I don't think we should get out of the Way.

Are you joking?

The start of the Way started it all.

That's where everything's going to be resolved.

So it's where all the secrets are

and where they're most vulnerable. That makes sense.

Are you both in this together?

We're the ones who'll be vulnerable with three suspects on the loose.

That's why I've equipped their bags with bugs.

Just in case.

So, here we are.

And here they go.

Now, here, here and here, road access is blocked due to bad weather.

Except for here. And here, there's no phone service.

They're captives of the Way. It's safe.

Ah, Borel!

The icing on the cake.

Did you bring what I asked for?

It's a bit of a guesstimate as to measurements,

but I hope it fits.

It'll fit you like a glove.

Don't tell me...

I need them to feel safe.

And it's well known among pilgrims that we support each other,

we listen to each other, we share.

It's a beautiful thing.

You're out of line.

I thought you needed some fresh air yourself?

To meditate.

Walking is the perfect opportunity, isn't it?

Come on, we've got two more days of walking to get to the truth.

So, I propose that we take them on three levels.

Police, friendly and spiritual.

Are you going to make me regret my support?

Out of the question! Can't you find someone else?

I don't really look like a priest.

Take your time to get used to the idea, Legrand.

And a little bug for you too.

That way, we're always connected.

I wouldn't want to lose you for the world.

- I'm here! - Captain, let us out of here!

I'm going as fast as I can and I've found lots of keys.

I don't know which one it is, but I'll look for it.

In the meantime, we could talk, just to keep you waiting.

Alix,

what made you the angriest?

Mom's lies or Dad's abuse of authority?

What about you, Justine?

Thinking your mother could have killed your father.

How did that make you feel?

No answer?

Even the great lawyer is silent?

And Nanny, who wants to be caliph instead of caliph, not a word either?

Justine?

Open up! Open up, Borel!

Justine!

Did she ever try to kill herself?

She's fragile.

She's on medication.

- She's not going to die, right? - No, don't worry.

Hang in there, Juju.

We'll all get through this.

We need you.

Congrats, well done.

Now I have to follow you.

You don't think I did this on purpose, do you?

No, I'm not thinking anything.

They've just lost two loved ones. And thanks to you, almost three.

If I take them into custody, I'll make them martyrs.

Looks like your frontal approach has proven its limits.

That's the problem with you.

You don't always measure the consequences of your actions.

I mean, in general.

You're too...

But...

But?

You dare anything.

We resisted for six years.

Yeah.

We stayed the course and then...

Boom!

Do you regret it?

Honestly, tell me what you think.

I can't stop thinking about it either.

I think that

a nun who does the worst thing to God

is an admission of guilt.

It's a hypothesis, yes.

Captain, Commander.

The ambulance is on its way.

I'm sorry, ladies, but the law doesn't allow anyone in the ambulance.

The law makes exceptions.

Anita, get in.

Why can't I?

You're playing good cop to keep us apart!

You don't need me for that.

I'm just trying to make amends.

You're not going to hold this against me?

To make it up to you, I pressured the coroner.

Your mother and father's remains will be returned to you sooner than expected.

If you walk to La Victoire, you'll find their bodies, ready for burial.

That's what your mother wanted, isn't it?

Really?

- We'll fulfill her last wish? - Yes.

- Captain, we have to go now. - What do you say?

Are you coming with us?

I'm taking it one step at a time, just like Mom wanted.

Anita, we'll be in touch. We have to finish it together.

Of course.

As soon as Justine's back on her feet.

Let's go.

Hang in there.

I'm sure she'll be fine.

You have to pray.

That's what the Way is for.

She's gonna be fine.

- We'll give her a transfusion. - Okay.

I'm O negative like her. I can give her my blood.

Excuse me.

I'm no biology genius, but O negative is rare, isn't it?

The rarest. There's a regular shortage.

So, two O-negatives together is even rarer, isn't it?

A panicked loved one who suddenly stops to take a phone call

—do you see that often?

Sorry, sir.

What dedication!

You give everything to the Falardeaus.

Your life, your blood now.

They're like family to me. I don't have anyone else.

Still, you've got your secret garden, don't you?

That phone call earlier, which was more important than your concern for Justine,

who could it have been?

A lover?

Don't be embarrassed, you've been living through others for 20 years.

You're entitled to a little privacy, aren't you?

I'm tired, Captain.

Sorry. I'll leave you to it.

That reminds me, I need to call my girlfriend too.

She's going to be mad.

Can I borrow your phone?

I don't know where I put mine.

What?

Are you afraid I'll find out who was on the other end?

That'd mean it'd be an issue for my investigation.

You harassed Marie-Reine and Justine.

Are you after me now?

You're getting carried away.

Come on.

Your cell phone.

Thank you.

Truth?

Funny name for a lover, Truth.

- Hello? - Borel, it's me.

Trace the calls from the number that appears. It's Anita's.

She has a cell phone? I didn't find any subscription.

Probably a prepaid phone, like all people who don't want to leave any traces.

- Where are we with the others? - I've got something on Justine.

During her novitiate, she started a history thesis.

On religious maternity hospitals in the region.

Well, well.

What about Alix? Anything on her secrets?

I'm waiting for the commander's call.

According to the beacon, she should arrive in an area covered

by the network within five kilometers.

Stay on the line, Borel.

Yes, Stunia?

I've just finished the autopsy, which was unexpected.

- Come over. - Okay, I'm on my way.

Borel, let's play a little musical chairs.

Since Legrand is reluctant to play the priest,

let him take over the research and come here to keep an eye on our protégés.

- Okay? Okay, Captain.

I'm positive.

To have an O-negative child,

one of the parents must be from the same blood type.

In that case, I'll need a complementary analysis.

This is Justine.

And the other is Anita.

Reduced to their simplest expression. How about a DNA cross?

Don't you have the other sister's while we're at it?

Nobody's perfect.

But tell me about the mother, I've got a good feeling about this.

You were right.

No trace of Alzheimer's.

Her brain scans are clean.

But her memory problems were very real, actually induced by her treatment.

Her body contained a clever cocktail of benzodiazepines,

powerful antidepressants that attack the memory.

Irremediable effects.

Instead of treating her, they made her sick.

Thank you.

Anita wanted her to cut her trip short.

Her doctor husband wanted her to lose her mind.

Sounds like a confluence of interests.

What was their little secret?

I knew you'd like it.

Your husband was driving you crazy to keep you quiet.

So you killed him when you found out.

But what didn't he want you to say?

And who else would have killed you to keep the secret, Mareine?

And that's where I come to my second point.

According to her stomach contents, she swallowed all her pills at once.

A suicide attempt, like Justine?

No, it was much more than an attempt.

Given the dose, she really did kill herself.

Just before she was killed.

To recap, my main suspect was killed.

Who had decided to end her life.

During a pilgrimage she seemed to want more than anything.

But then, where's the letter?

You don't take your leave without leaving some explanations, some revelations.

About her killer?

- He could have made it disappear. - Yes, maybe.

Or maybe not.

Are you sure you saw a notebook in her room?

Because we didn't find anything. Not in the bag, not in the seal.

So someone took it.

I asked Borel to look through Justine and Anita's things.

Text Lucie.

She needs to search Alix's bag.

First your parents.

Then your sister.

Poor thing.

I don't know how you manage to cope.

You think your sister did this because of your parents?

I'm sorry, that might be indiscreet.

We all have our wounds,

and sometimes, when they're too heavy,

it's good to talk.

Why has fate been weighing on us like this from the start?

My mother used to call it the Way of Miracles.

I'm still looking for the miracle.

If faith isn't put to the test,

it's no longer faith.

Excuse me, I've got to pee, I'll be right back.

So?

She'll try to search the bag.

According to Alix,

her mother believed that the Way was the solution to all problems.

It was even supposed to fix my infertility problems.

She was more obsessed with it than I was.

Just like Justine.

Over and over again, these questions of motherhood.

She drove me crazy with that.

You know, parents...

I'm good.

- Shall we go? - Yeah.

By the way, I finally traced Anita's calls.

It's about a Mr. Truth.

You can't make up that name.

Captain, a delivery for you.

The Lord heard my call!

Check that out, Lieutenant.

The perfect compromise between a motorcycle and a wheelchair.

It's called a Mobile Dream.

That'll give the investigation a boost and my little hands a break.

And what about Mr. Truth?

He represents an association that campaigns for the right to the truth about origins.

I say it's a sign that we're on the right track.

Yes, well, the association is at loggerheads with religious maternity hospitals.

It refuses them access to their archives.

I guess you've spoken to our friendly volunteer?

Unreachable.

Small association, few offices.

It'll take days to get a letter rogatory.

But I think I've got the solution to get access to their archives.

You do?

Brother Jean from Brussels.

My brothers at La Victoire will put me up during my retreat.

You're magnificent, Legrand. Magnificent!

I was sure your professional conscience would get the better of you.

About the commander,

don't you think she's been a bit weird lately?

Weird?

I haven't noticed anything.

Why don't you tell me about that scribble in your hand?

I'd like you to carry my prayer intentions.

No, please don't open it!

It's a tradition.

Pilgrims carry the wishes of those not fortunate enough to make the journey.

If they stop before the end, they give it to other pilgrims

until it is blessed in Santiago Cathedral.

And to think that some people go broke paying for stamps.

Watch out!

Brother Borel.

Yes, brother? Did you find anything?

No, nothing in their belongings.

- Is Justine better? - Yes, Justine's fine.

So fine that she signed a release form and is going back on the Way.

Anita follows like a shadow.

What do you want me to do?

Can you pedal, Borel?

That's not reasonable, Justine. We could have spared you too much effort.

Come on, get on, sister. You need to take it easy.

We prefer to walk.

You walk, Anita. I'm talking to Justine.

And this isn't a proposition.

I'll take it.

It's soaking wet!

My bottle must have spilled.

Wait, you should empty it.

It's okay, I'll do it later.

Are you sure?

We're going to be fine here, under God's watchful eye.

Can you help me down?

You refuse to help a disabled person?

He won't say a word, but I'm sure He doesn't think it's vert Christian.

What do you know about Christianity?

Don't get me wrong, I went to Bible study.

I even came close to being an altar boy.

I was so cute as a kid you'd have thought butter wouldn't melt in my mouth.

A very small kid, then.

Yes, I've grown up.

I came face to face with life.

Illusions took a beating.

Thank you.

The Lord tests us.

Yes, he's been testing you these last few days.

Sit down.

All those pent-up emotions.

The anger you feel only to save your mother.

Emotions always come out in the end, you know?

A little, a lot, passionately.

What are you afraid of?

I'm not afraid.

Madly.

Does this have anything to do with your thesis?

You're doing a thesis on maternity, aren't you?

What's interesting to me is this paradox.

When you enter the priesthood, you write off motherhood,

but you're still obsessed with the subject.

I needed a subject for my thesis

and I came across some documents.

It's the hand of God.

What did your mother think about the hand of God?

And Anita, the nanny, who gave her opinion on everything?

They like it much, right?

Mom was 100% behind me.

But Anita did everything she could to dissuade you.

Just like she's been trying to get you to give up the Way all along.

Isn't that right?

We're getting together for a wake tonight.

I think I've got some answers to the questions that are gnawing at you.

Aren't we fine here?

It's a good thing the gite is full.

A nice fire, a few stars, all we need is a guitar to make you sing.

How about a game?

None of us are in the mood for games, Captain.

Really? Do you always speak for the others?

Maybe the girls want to, don't you think?

Miss?

A little game?

I don't see why not.

I mean, we've got nothing better to do.

Exactly!

Have you ever heard of the maiman's game?

Monday, the mailman didn't come.

Tuesday, the mailman didn't come.

Hang on! Alix, I think the mailman came.

Miss...

Justine...

is...

the daughter of...

You're playing with our pain.

I'm not playing anymore, dear Anita. DNA has spoken.

Justine is Anita's daughter.

Mom knew.

She wanted to tell us at the end of the Way.

Is that why you wanted us to give up?

Good, Justine. Let your divine wrath out.

Were you in cahoots with Dad so we wouldn't know, to keep her quiet?

All to keep it a secret?

Justine's out of her depth, Alix's nerves on edge.

What a joy to see the children blossom!

Anita, you owe us the truth.

Yes, Anita.

Explain this lie that's been going on for 25 years.

You're a monster!

No, you're the monster!

How far were you willing to go to keep it a secret?

Come on, that's a lot to take in.

Let's calm down and think.

Let's sleep on it.

Yes.

Come on, let's hang out in the living room.

It's too cold here to digest.

Each to her own and God for us all.

Are you sure about this?

Baby trafficking?

The documents are overwhelming.

La Victoire maternity hospital delivered single mothers' babies

and registered the children of sin in the "stillborn" box.

10% of deaths.

That's a lot, isn't it?

Even 25 years ago.

And with each death came a significant influx of money.

I bet Anita gave birth to a stillborn baby

the same day Marie-Reine supposedly gave birth to Justine.

And all of them now benefit from the legal statute of limitations.

You'll probably also find a stillborn baby on the day Alix was born.

Yes, that is, if I can find the register.

The brothers told me they had a break-in a few months ago.

It seems our association has found a way to get the information

we've been keeping from them.

By cross-checking the information, our good Samaritan must have traced it back to the nanny.

That's why he's harassing her on the phone.

He's trying to get her to talk.

Well done, Brother Jean.

Let's not stop there.

Tomorrow morning, I'm sending Borel to the association

on a little humanitarian mission.

Until then...

Hello?

- You're okay? Got enough room? - Yes.

I'm fine. I don't need much.

The advantage of sleeping bags is that they're tight,

but everyone has their own space.

- Yeah, sleeping bags are good. - Yeah.

- Lucie... - So...

After the birth of her daughter,

you think Anita would have discovered the deception

and traced Justine to the Falardeau family?

What other explanation is there?

And if so, why would she have kept it a secret all these years?

That's the question.

I bet the answer is in Marie-Reine's notebook.

Is Alix's bag still off limits?

I may have an idea.

You know you're not allowed to do that, right?

Bedbugs, that's the scourge of the Way.

You can spread faith, but you can't spread bugs.

As you can see, this has nothing to do with a search.

The owner's orders.

Are you looking for something in particular?

Looks like your colleague found it.

You must really think I'm stupid.

I think you're the one who's taking us for fools.

It was your stuff that got wet yesterday, wasn't it?

Manipulation of evidence, Maître? No good.

Why did you take that notebook?

What did you expect to find in it, Alix?

Why don't you tell me what you really know?

I was counting on your mother's post-mortem confidences.

Alas, I find myself at a standstill.

Fortunately, we have yellow and blue.

What does that remind you of?

For me, they're the colors of the post office.

A recorded letter?

That's still the best way to keep your last wishes safe.

Your mother trusted the administration more than some of her relatives.

This is just the dispatch receipt.

The letter is waiting for us at La Victoire, the priest has to give it to us.

And you wanted it all to yourself?

We're all entitled to the truth, Alix.

It's annoying, isn't it?

It's so quiet, no one can hear me coming.

You never let me go.

I'm still waiting for your confession.

If I wanted revenge, I would have done it a long time ago, don't you think?

I'm putting myself in your place, Anita.

You come into a family with hatred in your heart, you discover two loving parents,

two spoiled children, who enjoy a privileged upbringing,

an exceptional living environment.

To take her away from all this would have been so cruel.

So you make a deal with the devil.

With the devils, actually.

You don't turn them in, and in exchange they make you part of the family.

You raise your daughter and her sister.

Everybody wins.

I admire you, Anita. I really do.

You've been able to forgive your tormentors

and live in harmony with them for 20 years.

The problem is that when the worm has rotted the fruit,

it always ends up showing its head.

I'm a victim.

Guilty victim.

But often both in turn.

Alix, Justine,

your mother left a few words for you.

My darling daughters,

I didn't bring you into this world,

but I wanted you so much,

that I didn't want to see that to make you mine,

it was other mothers I had robbed.

I wanted to believe that love would be enough,

but the lie caught up with us.

Through your pain, your doubts, your questioning,

I had to free you, overcome my shame,

our shames,

since the three of us were accomplices, your father, Anita and me.

I didn't want to kill your father,

but to free you, I had to free myself.

I know that Anita, whose child I stole,

Anita who plotted with François,

will do everything in her power to prevent the truth from coming out,

for fear of losing you forever.

But I'm not sure I'm strong enough to resist all the way.

I just want to give up,

the guilt is so strong,

and my ideas are no longer clear.

I have to stop my treatment.

I know Anita could kill me...

That's a lie!

I wanted to save her.

I heard her sneaking out,

and I caught up with her.

She refused to go back.

She was in her right mind.

She confessed to the murder.

She told me she'd taken all her pills at once.

She wanted to die there, on the Way.

And I wanted to take her back to the gite.

She struggled,

it was an accident.

An accident.

The truth at last.

The good thing about the dead is that you can make them say whatever you want.

I love you so much.

I'm so sorry.

What about me?

Whose daughter am I?

Alix,

this is Marianne.

Marianne,

your birth mother who's been looking for you for years.

Excuse me, are you going all the way to Santiago?

Yes.

Just a second, let me check something.