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Come on,

hurry up, guys!

We're coming.

Take it easy, dad.

I get in at 10.

I can't arrive at the station at 10.
With my new chief...

You call her chief at work?

Of course.

How are things going
with mom, anyway?

We're adapting.

It must be tough.

Imagine mom was my teacher.
How stressful.

Horrible.

- She's not my teacher.
- You must obey her.

Yeah.

Well, that's tough.

She's happy to work with you.

What?

She told us herself.

She chose Montpellier because
she wanted to be near you.

Uh...

Wait, I forgot my keys.

Right.

What?

- What is it with you?
- Nothing. I'm fine.

Well, stop that.

What are you up to?

Don't worry. I have a plan.

Shit.

What are they doing to me?

Marchal is not here.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Erwan, please meet
Lieutenant Éric Vernet.

- He's now on our team.
- Hi. Lebellec.

Have we met?
Where were you before?

I started as a parachute,
then went to Drug Control,

and just finished 5 years
at the GIGN.

- Is that a problem?
- Not at all.

You'll have fun here.

I want to activate my brain.

Okay.

Let's get you settled.

Erwan, any news?

A while ago, towards 8:00,

a drowned body was found
on the coast.

It could be the man

reported missing at sea.

Camille is there.

Any news from Marchal?

No, as usual.

We're off.

Who is Marchal?

You'll find out soon.

Police. Lieutenant Barbier.

Stop searching, we found him.
It's him, thanks.

- Hello.
- Doing good?

Yup. You?

Hello. Lieutenant Vernet.

- Barbier. Welcome.
- Fill us in.

Nicolas Maubert,
the owner of those bungalows.

He was on his way back to shore

when he disappeared.

We have 3 possibilities:
He fell by accident,

he threw himself
in the water...

I bet he was murdered.

The skin is not cyanotic.

- It should be blueish.
- But it's pale and waxy.

He was unconscious
when he fell in.

He hit his head with the boom,
thus the wound.

Motorboats don't have booms.

Maybe he crashed into
a rock, post mortem.

Let's wait for the autopsy.
Sea water acts fast.

- Where is Marchal?
- He went to see the boat.

Soler had the same idea.

Great minds coincide.

- Are you the skipper?
- I am.

What happened last night?

Nicholas and I left at 4 pm
with 3 of his clients.

Sofia Guérin, Clovis Bauchaud,
and Pierre Lebovich.

We'll interrogate them too.
So there were 5 of you.

At what time
did Nicolas disappear?

At around 8 pm. We were
on our way back. It was dark.

We were all on the bridge,
except for him.

We looked everywhere.
He was not onboard.

We couldn't see anything.

We sent a radio message.
We searched all night.

- Had he drank?
- We'd had a glass of wine

but we were not drunk.

Where were the life vests?

Nicolas didn't want us
to wear them.

He thought it was uncool.

And he was the boss.
It's his boat.

Chief Marchal. Come see.

- Okay. Thanks.
- You're welcome.

- Hello.
- Chief.

- Traces of blood.
- I see. Wait...

What a surprise!
I didn't expect this.

Chief...

I'll put a beacon on you.
You don't work alone.

Camille knew.

Oh... "Camille knew..."

It's been cleaned up, look.

I can see that.
Maybe there was a fight.

Maybe. The victim was
wounded upstairs.

5 people onboard, and nobody
saw or heard anything?

No, they were on the bridge.

So our victim came out by himself

and threw himself off?
Are you serious?

It was dark, the engine makes
noise, they were drinking...

It's logical.

Do you believe that?

It's so much fun to tease you.

- I can't stand you.
- I know.

Let's suppose you're right.

They might have taken him
out through here.

That makes sense.

- Are you okay?
- I better go.

Okay, sure.

- Mr. Bauchaud?
- Yes.

Lieutenant Lebellec,
from the police.

I'm investigating Maubert's death.
Were you there?

Yes. I don't get it.

He was there and then...
he suddenly disappeared.

There was nobody.
We were friends.

I'm devastated.

The girls are ready.
Shall we go?

Okay, I'm coming.

Was your wife not with you?

No, she gets sea sick.

How would you describe
Nicolas Maubert?

Super generous with people.
Detail oriented.

He opened this place
to build a paradise,

to make people happy.
He was quite a guy.

Did you notice anything
between him and anyone else?

Yes.

He was having an affair
with Sofia, our babysitter.

They had an argument
that afternoon.

- About what?
- I don't know.

On the bridge, she told us
he was resting in his cabin.

We never saw Nicolas again.

What's the Chief like?

Very professional and pro-active.

Sofia Guérin?

Ms. Guérin, are you there?

Ms. Guérin?

Come see this.

Where did she go?

Chief, this is Barbier.

Sofia Guérin packed her suitcase.

- But she's not here.
- Let's have her searched.

Thanks, Camille.

- Sorry, Franck.
- No, please...

There was no water in his lungs.

He didn't drown. He died
of a brain ischemia. Asphyxia.

- He was choked?
- Yes.

With a fracture of the bone
above the larynx.

The water stretched his skin.
There are few marks.

The aggressor used a scarf
so there are no prints.

A ruthless murder.

This man also has scars,

and several skin grafts.

At some point he suffered burns.

I see. What about
his forehead wound?

I found wood fragments in it.

That confirms there was
a fight on the boat.

He must have fallen
on the edge of the table.

- Thanks, Franck.
- Welcome.

By the way, Léa, I wanted...

to invite you for dinner.

Okay. Maybe next time.

Erwan, go check the office.

Stop!

Stop!

End of race.

Did we get the wrong bungalow?

- Hey, Erwan?
- Hi, boss.

Let's go.

Pierre Lebovich?
You were on the boat yesterday.

What were you doing here?

Did you make all this mess?

Nicolas Maubert disappears,
you search his bungalow.

- Did you find anything?
- No.

I doubt it.
He's not a good searcher.

Did you look here? No.

What about here?

Nope.

Well, look.

"Next time, it will be poison.
Your hotel will be a cemetery."

Is this what you were after?

I want my lawyer...

Mr. Frémeaux.

Yes, as usual.

We know your history:
Extortion, blows, wounds,

organized crime...

You have references.

Do you have Mr. Frémeaux's
phone number?

It's in my phone.

"Next time it will be poison.

"Your hotel will be
a cemetery." How cute.

Several guests were
victims of intoxication

over the last 48 hours.

We took samples.
They're being analyzed.

What about the woman?

Sofia Guérin, 37, divorced,

high post in Public Works.
We're looking.

What about the other 2?

Gabriel Renaud, 29, drove the boat

and was in charge
of sea outings.

Clovis Bauchaud is
a family man on vacation.

He's an accountant
and friend of the victim.

He says Maubert had a stormy
relationship with Sofia.

Thanks, Camille.

- What?
- The letter has no prints.

If your man denies it all,
he'll be out in 24 hours.

Yes, Vernet?
Okay, I'm coming.

Sofia's phone is still
in the hotel area. I'm off.

- What do I do with Lebovich?
- No idea.

Well... make him confess.

We analyzed the blood

of the intoxicated guests.

They all have Tipion.
Do you know what it is?

It's a very strong laxative.

We also found it
in the hotel's water tank.

Your phone shows the SMS
you exchanged with the man

who paid you to watch Maubert.

But, why?

To racketeer him?
To steal his property?

I can see why anyone would
envy what he had.

You've extorted

and racketeered people
for 10 years around here.

And you've always
managed to get off.

Bravo, sir.
You're a very good lawyer.

But a murder... kind of sounds
like the end to me.

Given your record, the judge
will put you away for good.

The check will be high.

25 years watching reality
shows in a cell.

You'll enjoy that.
It's a nice prospect.

- Are all the bungalows taken?
- No, it's the end of season.

Her bag is there,
but she hasn't come back.

She's can't be far.
Her phone is in the area.

We must find her.

- Did you check next door too?
- Uh... no.

- No?
- No.

Hello. National police!

Chief Soler.

What's the matter?

I'm scared...

Okay. You're safe now.

Are you Sofia Guérin?

Come out, let's talk.

Don't be scared,
you're safe now.

Please, Ms. Guérin.
Come out.

Carefully.

This is Lieutenant Vernet.

Are you okay?

Did you find Nicolas?

Let's go to the station.
We can talk there.

Come on, let's go.

So you had a fight
with Nicolas?

I just wanted an explanation.

We had really fallen in love,
but then he changed his mind.

He wanted to appear
as the good guy,

but he had dumped me
like a piece of shit.

So I understood
he was like the others.

"Like the others"? Like men
who promise the sky for sex...

and then leave you?

Exactly.

But I didn't want him to die.

I didn't do it.

Tell me what happened.

He wanted to comfort me

and I pushed him back.

He tripped and fell
on the edge of the table.

He wasn't moving.
I didn't know what to do.

I went upstairs

to the steering cabin.

And then what?

Gabriel asked where Nicolas was.

He went downstairs

and... he found nothing.

No blood, no body.

We looked everywhere,
but he was gone.

I immediately thought
of that guy, Pierre.

- Pierre Lebovich.
- Nicolas mistrusted him.

He had received threat letters
forcing him to sell.

He suspected of Pierre.

I'm sure
he threw him overboard.

I ran to pack my suitcase.

And, as I was leaving, I saw him.

I thought he might attack me,
so I hid.

Let's concentrate on Lebovich.
He's lying to us.

He wanted to get Maubert.

We have his hirer's number
and their SMS.

We could get them together.

They used a prepaid line.
He won't be easy to find.

They exchanged SMS.

He doesn't know that Lebovich
got arrested.

We could set up an appointment.

What are you doing?

It's better to look
like we're a couple.

Oh, really?

I bet you would have preferred
the new guy for this.

- What? The new guy for what?
- Am I right?

- You're jealous.
- I'm not.

- You are.
- I'm not.

- You are too!
- I saw you looking at him.

- Give me a kiss, come on.
- Camille, stop.

Look at that guy.
Is he rolling a joint?

- He wants to meet Lebovich.
- Come on, send us a message.

- That's him, right?
- Yes it is.

Let's split.

- Will you go left?
- Yes.

We'll meet again, sir.

Camille!

Stop!

You are arrested as of today

at 5:17 pm.

I can't leave you alone.

Why am I always the one running?

What are you talking about?

Sam Fleurot,
real estate agent.

Right?

Be careful with what you do.

Yes, we know you have friends.
Influential ones...

My firm is in order.
It's all legal.

Yes. You don't have
the same record

as the people you hire
to do the dirty work.

But, in case of murder,

hirers risk as much
as the executioners.

Did you know that?

You'll have time to think about it.

But we can be understanding.

It's all up to you.

I'm listening.

Okay...

Maubert's lot is worth a fortune.

I had permission to build on it,
and I had credit.

I would build a high-end
residence by the beach.

- I made him an offer.
- And he didn't bite?

No. He refused every time.

My engineer suggested
I put pressure on him.

He knew a guy he introduced me to.

Pierre Lebovich.

He was supposed to put
pressure on him,

to intimidate him.
Nothing mean.

Nothing mean?
He sent 10 people to the hospital.

Listen, we didn't
intend to kill him.

Now that he's dead,
who can I buy the plot from?

I asked you to set
my client free sooner.

Don't even bother.
His hirer just turned him in.

Intimidation, threats,
risk to public health...

We must investigate him.

You don't understand?
Let me explain.

Nicolas Maubert was fed up
with having someone

lie to his clients and leave
little slips under the door.

- Chief...
- I'm not done.

That night, Maubert understood

that you were the man.

You got into a fight,
and you choked him

and threw him overboard.

Don't answer.

It's over, sir.

Yes, Lebovich, we have it all.

The anonymous letter,
the bungalow flag...

It was torture to him.
He stood up, you went mad,

and you killed him.
- He didn't know it was me.

I wanted to scare him,
but I didn't have time.

When the girl went upstairs

I went down to his cabin
and found him knocked out.

I went right back up
and didn't say anything.

- Who went down after that?
- I don't know.

I went to the steering cabin.

The girl was there,
and she stayed there 'til the end.

- Can I talk to you?
- Sure, Erwan.

Legally speaking,

Maubert was only 5.
All his documents are...

- He didn't exist before.
- A false identity?

A new legal identity.
He used to be Mathias Laurier.

Here is his birth certificate.

- Nice work, Erwan. Bravo.
- Thanks.

Bravo.

Everything was normal
when I reported him missing.

How could I not see it?

You couldn't have known.
The change was done legally.

How did you find out?

Maubert had skin grafts.

He had to have been treated
for severe burns,

but I found nothing
under Nicolas Maubert.

His name was Mathias Laurier.

That's strange.
Don't they train you at the GIGN?

Let's find out about those burns.

I'll go see his ex lawyer,
Mr. Larivière.

No, I'll go.

Calm down. He won't talk
if you don't have an order.

He'll talk to me, Chief.
Trust me.

- He's quite sure of himself.
- Don't let him go too far.

I couldn't manage to work
with 2 Marchals.

Mr. Michaud Larivière?
Lieutenant Vernet.

- Do you remember me?
- Not at all.

I was in Drug Control, remember?

I helped you out
in the Vladimir Affair.

Oh, Lieutenant Vernet!
How are you doing?

Fine. I have some questions
regarding an old case.

Mathias Laurier's change
of identity.

Yes, I remember. He had severe
burns and was hospitalized.

He suffered a lot.

Why did he change his name?

He ran a plastic products
factory near Royan.

He and his secretary were
caught in a fire.

He lived, but she died.

- Was he responsible?
- No, not at all.

It was an accident.
The case was dismissed.

But he felt very guilty.

He moved here to start over.

He had the right to a new life
and that I claimed!

Thank you, sir.

- Chief Soler?
- Yes.

That's interesting.

Maybe the murderer
had to do with that.

We have 2 interrogations left
for tomorrow. We'll see.

Good evening. Thanks.

Good evening!

Good evening!
Buenas noches, buenos días...

Oh, you made me dinner?

Mom had a tough day today!
She was cold...

And she's so happy to see
her kids. What joy.

- Alright, mom?
- I'm good...

- Dad made us dinner today.
- That's great.

- He talked a lot about you.
- Really?

Yes. Well, he talks
about you all the time.

Really? Oh, okay.

In fact, the last time

his friends were at his house

they said he was still
in love with you.

- He didn't deny it.
- Well, who knew?

I'll go take a shower.

- Is that your plan?
- What?

It is totally stupid.

No, it'll work. You'll see.

If mom and dad get back
together, I'm done.

This will be complicated...

It will be complicated.

Why so early?

Don't complain, we could
have woken up your wife.

How did you get along
with Mr. Maubert?

I barely knew him.
I spent 4 years in Martinique.

I got back 3 months ago.
I just answered his post.

Right.

Did you go to the boat living room?

Yes, to get some wine.
Lebovich was at the helm.

I was there for less than 5 minutes.
I saw nobody.

- Maubert had changed his name.
- I didn't know.

You rented a luxury bungalow
with your wife and 2 kids.

You signed up for all
the paid excursions...

So?

You never paid.

Not even the reservation.

Nicolas didn't charge me.
And I did his accounting.

It's what I do.
We were friends.

You were an accountant...
before. Not now.

You were fired 3 years ago.

You're unemployed.

I'm a freelancer.
It's better for the kids.

Tell that to your wife.

You have no contracts.

If you go on like this,
you'll go bankrupt.

Did you know his real name?

No.

It was Mathias Laurier.

- You say you were friends.
- Yes, but I didn't know that.

Hi honey.

Can you help me tonight?

I have a long History presentation.

But you're at mom's.

She's going out, and Thomas
will not be here, so...

Okay, I'll come over.

- Cool. Thank you, dad.
- Love you.

June 10 2012, near Royan,
Laurier's factory burns.

"Executive secretary
Fanny Champier, aged 26,

"dies in the fire."

- Did you look her family up?
- Divorced parents.

Her mom lives abroad,
her dad is in Royan.

He's 70 and has cancer.

Any link to our suspects?

Clovis Bauchaud lived
in Angers and near Paris.

No connection to him.

Gabriel Renaud is from Lille,
where he became a skipper.

Then he spent 10 years
in the West Indies.

But went to high school in Royan.

Is his family there?

No, he's an abandoned child.

I'm verifying it all,
but it will take time.

We don't have time.
He'll be free by tomorrow.

- You here?
- I came to help Alice.

But she's not home.

- Help her...?
- With History.

- Were you going out tonight?
- Me? No.

I'll go meet Vernet.

We have to search
Maubert's apartment.

Come in, I have 5 minutes.

What is all this?

- A romantic dinner.
- I can see that, Paul.

- I swear it wasn't me.
- Yes, I believe you.

- Alice set us up.
- You think so?

Those expressions you use...

You kept it.

You kept the table.

Of course I did.

We bought it together.

- Paul, you must talk to her.
- Sure, I will.

What should I tell her?

Well... I don't know...

Tell her she shouldn't
harbor hopes about...

About what?

Paul, stop.

You know what I mean.

Any news about Clovis?

No, nothing.

Will we set him free tomorrow?

No, I had his arrest
prolonged a bit.

How?

I let Sofia Guérin go.

Lebovich is being investigated
for the poisoning, blackmail...

The killer has to be
either of them.

Good job.

But I must be fast.
We have exactly 24 hours.

What are you doing, honey?

Do you think your dad and I...?

Okay, forget it.

I'll deal with her.

Stay with her till I come back.

- You never stop.
- I have no choice.

Don't get angry. Come here.

Honey...

All divorced parents' kids
want the same thing.

It's not just me.
You both want it bad as well.

You're wrong.

We're working well together
and that's a lot.

Everyone is pretending!
Only I can see the truth.

- But you think I'm stupid.
- No, no...

It's just that...
Let's not talk about it.

We separated 10 years ago.
We won't get back together.

- Why not?
- Because. It won't happen.

- How can you be so sure?
- How can you be so stubborn?

Can you really not see that?

Oh, baby...

Dad...

He didn't take anything
when he left Royan.

No souvenirs, no pictures.
Nothing from the past.

- Does he have family there?
- No, he was there for work.

His factory went well,
but he had a bad reputation.

His employees took him
to labor court.

What for?

Unpaid extra hours, no breaks...

Laurier's sole interest was profit.

His bungalows didn't make him
any profit, he gave credit...

Do you know why?
The factory burnt on a Sunday.

His secretary
shouldn't have been there.

There must be a link
between past and present.

- I found something else.
- What?

The hotel's accounting.
See these notes?

- He manipulated his books.
- Which were done by Clovis.

Maybe it's all about the money.

National Police

Mr. Renaud, you will remain arrested

by authorization
of the Public Prosecutor.

You have the right to warn
your relevant others,

to be assisted by a lawyer,
and to see a doctor. Sign.

Okay... Let's start
from the beginning.

- Again?
- Yes, Mr. Renaud.

A man was killed onboard,
and you were the ship captain.

What did you expect me to do?

It's not my fault
if he killed himself.

Much less if he was murdered.

You said you left Lebovich
at the helm at around 7

and went to the upper bridge
for an aperitif.

You went back down
to get a wine bottle,

and according to Clovis Bauchaud,

it took you some time
to find a bottle opener.

Did he tell you that he was
also downstairs?

Or that Nicolas disappeared
just afterwards?

No.

Let me tell you something...

Nicolas had told me about Clovis.

He was fed up
with giving him credit.

Clovis had messed up
the hotel accounting.

Yes, we know.

Nicolas had to start over
and was angry. He told me so.

He had realized that Clovis
was lying to him.

They had a fight.
They must have lost it.

Given your phony accounting,
Nicolas had to start over.

He realized you were lying
to him, and he got furious.

He reproached me for it

and he was right.
That was no reason to kill him.

Unless he threatened
to tell your wife.

That would have killed you.

You don't tell her much.

Does she know about the house?

I would have never hurt Nicolas.
He helped me.

My wife can't find out.

I could never stand
to lose my girls.

I don't want to lose my family.

It was the skipper.
I'm sure it was him.

He stayed downstairs for too long.

Okay, let's see...

Lebovich is at the helm.

Go.

Hold the helm.
Sofia arrives...

She says that Maubert
is resting in his cabin,

and she goes to sit

in that corner.

Should I play both?

Sure.

She was motionless.

Really frozen.

- Like this?
- More.

Meanwhile, Clovis Bauchaud was
on the bridge with Gabriel.

Chief...?

So Gabriel goes down
to get the wine.

He says he was 5 minutes.
Clovis says 15.

Gabriel comes back up.
Then Clovis goes down.

He says he went to the toilet
and that he took 5 minutes.

15, according to Gabriel.

Which of the 2 is lying?

- Well...
- Think.

- It's obvious.
- It's obvious.

It can't have been Clovis

because he was
the last to go down.

I don't get it.

I'm Clovis, you're Gabriel.
We're having a drink.

While we're chatting,

Maubert is downstairs
unconscious and bleeding.

Whoever went down
to get the wine bottle

must have seen Maubert.

Even if he was up,
he must have been bleeding.

He must have said
he had a fight with Sofia.

Clovis didn't see anything
because Gabriel cleaned up.

Right! You see? Come on.

He's right.

I hate it when he's right!

Well, you're right!

Bauchaud told the truth.
The skipper lied.

The prosecutor won't like this.

True. He'll laugh at me

and rightly say that it's all based

on suspect testimonies.

The snake bites its tail.

We have 12 hours left.
He'll be released tomorrow.

We'll never get anything on him.

No, Léa.
We can't let this happen.

We have to find his connection
to Maubert's past.

I'll go to Royan to talk
to the secretary's family.

Take Camille with you.

Léa, this is Franck.

We haven't seen each other
too much lately.

I was wondering
whether you've thought

about my proposal.

You know...

about going out
for a drink sometime.

Franck, I don't think
that's a good idea.

Okay, let's do that.

Good evening, Franck.

- Why did you refuse?
- Sorry?

Go have a drink with him.
It's okay.

Yes... Yes, I mean, no!

It's not good to mix work
with private life.

Is it better to work with your ex?

Are you and your sister okay?

She set up a romantic
dinner for me and your dad,

you want me to go out
with the forensic...

You wouldn't go out
with my friend's dad,

or with the neighbor
because he was a neighbor...

But you gladly accepted
to work with your ex.

Enough, Thomas.
End of conversation.

You haven't introduced us
to anyone in 10 years.

Well, no...

Nobody has deserved it.

Alice is right.

The truth is that you've
never gotten over dad.

Not the case.

At all!

They all get on my nerves!

Mr. Champier?
National police.

We want to talk
about your daughter.

- What do you want to know?
- We have a few questions.

There's stuff to drink over there.

No, thanks.

We came to talk
about Laurier's trial.

He shouldn't have been acquitted.

My poor daughter...

That bastard made her work
even on weekends.

He didn't pay extra.

He was not even capable
of saving her.

I should have killed him.

But it's too late now.

He's been murdered.

He got what he deserved.

I can die peacefully now.

Laurier changed a lot
after the fire.

I must ask you, sir...

- Where were you on Monday?
- At home, like always.

I do my chemotherapy here.
I can hardly move.

I've had cancer for 6 months.

We need the names of all
the people you know

frequented Fanny.

Camille, look at this.

Mr. Champier,
who is next to Fanny here?

- Gabriel, my son.
- Fanny was not an only child?

My wife and I couldn't have
a second child...

so we became a host family.

Gabriel lived with us
from age 10, to 18.

He was like our son.

Come on, Léa...

Hello, Léa Soler,
leave a message.

Shit.

Gabriel Renaud,
you're no longer arrested.

You're a free man.

Hello.

- Marchal is calling you.
- Thank you.

- Yes, Paul.
- Léa, it's the skipper.

Mr. Renaud!

Stop him!

- Let me go!
- Don't, Gabriel.

Don't move.
I have nothing to lose.

Don't force me to shoot.

Don't move!

Put your gun down.

Put your gun down!

Valérie, it's me again.

Gabriel Renaud has a hostage.

Turn the loudspeaker on.

Gabriel, this is dad.

Don't do anything stupid.
We already lost Fanny...

Leave him alone!

- Leave him alone!
- Don't force me to shoot.

Come on, it's over.

Slowly. That's good.

Slowly.

Lock him up.

- Are you okay?
- Yes, Chief. Thanks.

I travelled around a lot,
but Fanny and I spoke

every single day.

She knew my whole life,
and told me everything.

When she died, I went back
to Royan for the funeral.

Then I left to go
as far as I could.

I tried to forget.

I called my adoptive parents often.

I was so happy with them.

Did your father's illness
make you decide to act?

No. It made me come back
more often, to see him.

- How did you find Maubert?
- By chance.

I was looking for a job
in pleasure boating

and I saw his post.

I saw his picture on his website.

He had changed his name,
but I recognized him.

He was there, smiling,
like nothing had happened.

It drove me crazy.

I got hired.

I couldn't let him get away.

Why did you wait until that night?

I don't know.

I hadn't dared
to confront him before.

You were alone with him
in the cabin. What happened?

He was wounded.

From fighting with that girl.

There was blood everywhere.
I helped him clean up.

Then, I thought it was my chance,

and I started to talk about Fanny.
He understood

and swore he had never
gotten over it.

- I think he was sincere.
- No.

You know what he told me...?

That it had been my sister's fault.

That she had gone back for her bag.

That she'd be alive otherwise.

Do you realize...?

I grabbed his throat.

And I squeezed.

For Fanny.

For my father.

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