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Today at 2 p.m. will take place the funeral of Éric Chevalier,

the man who was convicted or murdering young Sarah--

DISENCHANTED

Fanny, we're taking a different angle. You haven't written anything yet anyway.

I've gathered some material, but--

Perfect. Your custody is an opportunity for us.

Write me a piece on "How I became a suspect in Éric Chevalier's murder."

In order to really see things through, you'll have to go to his funeral.

I can't do that, I was a suspect.

Precisely. If it stirs up some drama, even better.

And if we're lucky, his real murderer might be there.

Just picture it: His brother, making an arrest mid-funeral.

We wouldn't wanna miss that.

I'm not feeling it.

Sweetheart, I'm not asking you.

You're going and not coming back to Paris for two more days.

So we're staying?

We are.

Mom.

I'm not sure about this photo,

but... I didn't have time to take any others.

This photo will be just fine.

You're not dressed.

I will.

- Wear a tie, okay? - Yeah.

Hi.

I wanted to let you know we'll have a few officers at the funeral

to make sure it all goes well.

Okay. Thank you.

And another thing.

Your mom's neighbors saw you going there in the middle of the night

the night before Éric died. And that you seemed furious.

Okay. If you're asking if it was him I came to see, yes, it was.

He'd just ransacked Angélique Courtin's apartment.

Is there a problem?

Hello, ma'am.

It's fine, Mom. Go back inside. I'll be right there.

We'll talk more later.

Yeah.

My condolences.

Bye.

You're right.

It is a good photo.

Well, I'm glad I got to see you, despite the circumstances.

Me, too. And your son is adorable.

Thanks.

I know you hate lying to him.

I do.

You had no choice. He had to have the same version as Fanny and Lilou.

Come here.

Girls?

Remember how Benjamin used to stare at Angélique in high school?

To Éric's arrest.

To his arrest.

Here's hoping he goes to jail and stays there a long time.

- For Sarah. - And for all the others.

I'll be back.

Our dad was violent.

I wonder if Éric's the way he is because of him.

He was always putting our mom down.

And everyone else, too.

He used to hit her.

She did everything she could to hide it.

She had the courage to leave him.

But it might've been too late.

We were already damaged.

You're not like that.

No.

I never saw it coming.

I knew he and Sarah didn't get along.

But I never thought he'd kill her.

You can't blame yourself.

I'll never take his side again.

That's over.

I promise you.

Forgive me.

I can't.

I'm sorry.

Here. Do you take sugar?

No, thank you.

Isn't the funeral about to start?

Yes.

I should be in a suit. My mom's ready and--

Why are you here?

I can't go.

I can't.

He wasn't a good person.

That doesn't matter.

He was your brother.

- Forget everything I told you. - No.

I made you a promise.

To always be on your side.

You're confusing things.

Let me get my things and I'll take you.

He's not answering me, either.

We have to start now.

Éric...

almost never cried, as a baby.

As he grew up,

he kept that smile.

He was always happy.

He was a protective older brother...

and a loving son.

I loved him the way one can only love their child.

Madly.

Unconditionally.

Completely.

And he often made me proud.

Proud?

Of a murderer?

How can you say such a thing?

Bernard...

He killed my child.

He killed my daughter.

Bernard, please. Stop.

He killed Sarah.

Because of you.

- Bernard, stop. - It's your fault.

Stop! Stop.

- You brought him into my house. - Stop!

You brought him into my house!

- Stop. - He killed Sarah!

He killed my Sarah!

Iris.

Iris.

Iris.

Wait. Wait. Look at me. Calm down. Breathe.

Mom. Are you okay?

- Bernard... - Yeah.

My colleagues are on it.

It's over. It's over, okay?

We can resume the ceremony if you want, but if it's too much...

I wanna go back.

Are you sure?

I'm...

so sorry for everything.

For everything.

We were gonna invite you for dinner, but Mom didn't want to.

That's not true.

I mean, it was when you first arrived.

Don't worry about it.

She wouldn't have come.

Hey, Lilou.

What?

We'll show you we're at least a little civilized.

I made Mom's salmon tataki.

Your favorite.

- F.C. doesn't eat raw fish. - Really?

Since when? You used to love it.

It's because of an article I wrote. It's stupid.

You mean the report you did on the Arctic Circle?

You read it?

Mom and I read all of them.

You've read all my stories?

Your stories, your column, your articles, yeah. I follow your work.

You're my sister. I wanna know what you're doing.

I've been pushing you away for a long time.

That's going to change.

Really?

Really.

Did you hear what Iris said at the cemetery?

That she was sorry.

I can't stop thinking about it.

Can I take your coat?

Thanks.

How are you doing?

Okay.

Sorry for the mess, my mom's staying with me.

How is she doing?

It's a lot for her to handle.

Éric getting out of prison,

his death, now Bernard...

Do you think he could've killed Éric?

Do you wanna join the team?

No, sorry.

We're considering it.

He doesn't have an alibi.

He's in custody right now.

Do you want a drink?

Yeah, I'd love one.

Okay.

I... All I have is water.

Well, water's fine.

I haven't had time to buy groceries.

Did your mom tell you anything about me?

No, why?

Just wondering.

Radiohead.

I remember the mixtapes you used to make me.

"Now that's real music."

Here.

Thanks.

Let me clear this up. Have a seat.

I'm sorry, it's really messy. Usually, it's not like this.

Don't worry about it.

I'm no clean freak either, but hey...

What are you doing?

Did Éric give you these Polaroids?

- What...? - Why did you burn this?

What are you talking about?

Look at this photo.

Who's on that photo?

I don't know what that is, Angélique.

- Why did you burn this? - I didn't.

- Why did you burn this? - I didn't burn anything.

It wasn't me.

My mom must've made a fire last night.

Where's your mom?

I don't--

Where's your mom?

- I'll check Éric's grave. - Okay, I'll go this way.

YOUR BODY IS GONE, BUT YOUR SOUL IS ETERNAL.

I wasn't always nice to her.

I thought she could've tried harder, been less standoffish.

It got on my nerves.

I was so far off the mark.

Do you think he killed her?

What I know is that he hurt her.

Like he hurt you.

What did you do with the Polaroids?

What happened, Iris?

Were you on the cliff?

Éric had just had a fight with your sister.

Leave my sister alone! And the kids, too!

Leave them--

I went there to show him the photos.

So we could go see Benjamin and figure out where they came from.

Who had sent them.

He refused.

I insisted.

We had to know who had shot such horrible things.

It was me.

I brought all those girls into my room.

Yeah. And I took those photos.

You never realized?

It was like he was someone else.

You're so stupid.

He insulted me.

You're such an idiot.

He said that...

It was easier to turn a blind eye, wasn't it?

You're just as guilty as I am.

So you pushed him?

I...

I just wanted him to stop talking.

What did you do, Mom?

I can't live with this.

You were moving.

I must've been dreaming.

That means you managed to get some sleep.

Have you been watching me for long?

A little while.

It's been 20 years for me.

Do you want some coffee?

Yeah, sure. Why not?

Thank you.

Do you know if my mom will be up soon?

Er, yeah. I think so.

All we did was talk.

If you were wondering, we...

We had a lot to talk about and we fell asleep, that's all.

I know.

The walls are thin here.

If you ever want to visit Paris,

don't hesitate. You can stay with us.

Free housing, we can't pass that up.

The apartment's not very big.

But Lilou, you can share your room.

Did she check with you first?

Not even.

I knew it.

But I'm cool, so I'll make room.

Very nice of you.

Well, we should get going.

Yeah.

Admit it, you'll miss our hijinks.

No.

But I'll miss you.

They're from a friend.

She sends me one every year.

What friend?

She did want to kill herself because of Éric.

We weren't lying about that.

But we got there in time.

- Sarah! - Sarah, breathe!

- Stay with me! - Sarah! Careful with her wrists!

Sarah...

Help us, Jasmine! Get some towels! It's okay, we're here. We're here.

I don't understand. What happened, then?

Things didn't get any better. She was getting worse.

She had to get away from him.

She ran away? How?

Do you remember Sarah's idol?

Mom? Can we practice our presentation on you?

You think I have time for that? I'm working, in case you didn't notice.

I can listen, if you want.

So, who was Gertrude Ederle?

- Gertrude Ederle. - Gertrude Ederle.

She was an American.

And she was the first woman to swim across the Channel.

- Is that even possible? - Yes.

And she beat the men's world record at the time.

She swam from Cap Gris-Nez to Dover in 14 hours and 39 minutes.

She's a hero.

Ederle... the swimmer.

There's a reason I named my son Eder.

Thirty-four kilometers from Bouville to England.

She can't swim across the Channel, no matter how good she is.

You've never seen her swim. She's not just good, she's gifted.

Fine. But we're talking 15 hours of physical effort in icy water.

Yes. That's why she needs to train. Like Gertrude Ederle.

It's not the same, goddammit.

Gertrude was a professional.

She had years of experience. She must've had a team.

We'll be Sarah's team.

This is nonsense.

If you wanna run away to England, why don't you take the ferry?

- Yeah. - She's the mayor's daughter.

The first thing the cops will do is to look at passenger records.

She can dye her hair or use one of our IDs.

We're classmates, they'll put two and two together.

Swimming is the best way to disappear.

No one will imagine that Sarah could've swum to England.

Angélique, stop it. Don't encourage her.

- She won't make it, she'll drown. - It's not your decision to make.

It's mine.

If you do this, you'll die.

So what?

There has to be another way other than swimming.

Why do you wanna do this?

To prove to myself that I can.

That I'm still worth something.

That he hasn't taken everything from me.

APRIL

Come on! Go, Sarah!

Sarah! Sarah! Sarah!

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Come on, Sarah!

Come here.

Here, drink this.

Thanks.

It's super sweet.

I did some research. To protect yourself from the cold, you must gain weight.

- Okay. - So go for it.

Candy, cookies, sweets, all of it.

- Here. - You beat your record again.

Come on, mermaid. That's it, keep going. Come on!

Come on, champion!

JULY

- Are we sure about this? - We have no choice.

I have to learn to withstand the cold. This is how athletes do it.

Morgane?

Morgane. Stopwatch.

Oh, yeah.

One minute.

Come on, Sarah.

You're doing great.

Two minutes.

That's it, breathe. You're doing amazing.

Come on, Sarah.

Keep going.

Come on.

Come on, Sarah.

Keep going.

Three minutes.

I can't take it anymore.

Keep going, Sarah.

- No, I can't. - Keep going, Sarah.

- I can't anymore, it hurts. - Keep going.

I'll help you. Come on.

No, keep going. Keep going. Move.

What are you doing?

Let her go, Angélique.

- It's for your own good. - No, let me go!

It's the only way to get ready.

You said it yourself. Without this, you'll die at sea.

I give up. It's harder than I thought, it's not for me.

- Stop it, don't say that. - It's not for me.

You're the strongest girl I know.

You've been through things no one else could've survived.

But you're still here and you're still fighting.

Let me go! Please, let me go!

Think of the future.

Think of England and everything that's waiting for you there.

Of everything you'll discover.

You'll have a good life, Sarah. You deserve it.

What will you do when you get there? Huh?

What's the first thing you'll eat?

I don't know.

You'll try pudding, right? It looks disgusting.

With a piping hot cup of tea, I'm sure it'll be fine.

Maybe you'll meet a celebrity.

Like... Hugh Grant or... Robbie Williams?

Radiohead.

Radiohead. World class.

Yeah.

You'll be so happy there.

You'll forget all about us.

No. Never.

Yes.

And it'll be proof that we succeeded.

That all of this will be behind us.

And we'll be proud of you.

You can spend the night with us, you know?

No. I'd rather not.

If my parents find out we made up, they'll be on my case again.

They can't find out about our plan.

But you're still under the same roof as him.

Not for long.

Sarah found new Polaroids in Éric's things.

More new victims.

We realized we were helping Sarah, but he was still going after others.

It wasn't enough for us, we had to take it further.

The fight with Sarah right before she disappeared?

Sarah provoked him.

It's over, you hear? You're done for. It's over.

I'll press charges, it's over. Let go.

- What are you saying? - Let me go!

Let go, Éric! Let me go!

I'm the last girl you'll ever touch, you hear, you asshole? Stop!

Let me go! Let me go!

Let her go.

We knew there'd be witnesses on the wharf.

But that was only the first step.

I'm going to bed.

Don't stop for any snacks along the way.

Good night, sweetheart.

Here. Good night.

- Good night. - Sleep well.

- Good night. - See you tomorrow.

Are you sure you can drive?

My sister showed me how.

Almost there.

- My jacket. Help me. - Yeah.

Got it.

Okay, get down.

Okay, we're clear. We're clear.

Let's go.

Shit.

- Do you have them all? - Hold on.

All good, we can go.

AUGUST

This way, it'll be like we're going with you.

DISENCHANTED

WE LOVE YOU BRING US BACK SOME PUDDING

The weather forecast is good all day.

You'll be able to see the English coast the whole time.

You'll make it.

We believe in you. You've been training for this.

I have zero doubt.

I won't be able to call you.

We know.

It'd be too risky.

- Good morning. - Morning. Thanks.

Good morning.

Morning. Thanks.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Thanks.

I haven't seen her since.

But she sends me a postcard every year.

To tell me she's okay.

That she hasn't forgotten about me.

Thirteen twenty-eight?

It's how long it took her to cross.

That number scribbled in a hurry represented much more than just a time.

It was a symbol of freedom regained.

Of a new life.

Of a sensational revenge against the past.

They all knew Sarah had just gone down in history

for accomplishing something extraordinary,

beating even Gertrude Ederle, who had inspired the whole secret adventure.

Each one realized the significance of what they had just received.

In the silence of Comptoir du Fort,

this number became their deepest secret.

Their eternal bond with Sarah.

The undeniable proof that everything they had done was not in vain.

A number that would forever remain engraved in their memories.

"Thirteen hours, twenty-eight minutes, how long it took her to cross."

It's beautiful.

Super well written.

Are you really gonna publish it?

And tell what happened to them?

You're leaving for real this time.

This is for you.

I wrote up the whole story of Sarah and the Disenchanted.

It's the only copy.

Do with it what you will.

THE TRUTH ABOUT SARAH LEROY WHAT BINDS US, WHAT BREAKS US

See you soon.

Thank you.

Eder?

Can I tell you something?

Don't ever change, okay?

Okay.

No, you don't get it. I mean it, you're amazing.

So stay the way you are, please.

Okay.

I've missed you.

Are you okay?

Read this.

Then you can tell me if you really want us to be together.

What are you gonna tell your boss?

Won't she fire you if you don't turn in a story?

Who do you think I am?

I wrote her a nice, cheesy column, just the way she wanted.

I can't wait to read it.

You're right not to publish Sarah's story.

Nosy people like me don't need to know.

Now that we know the secret, it's like we're part of the Disenchanted.

I like that.

Is it all true?

Yeah.

Who else knows?

Bernard?

It's not up to me to tell them.

I know it's a lot.

I understand if you're mad at me.

If you never wanna see me again.

Hi!

Hi.

Angélique.

Yes, mommy!

There are three tides during the crossing.

Leaving France, the first one is the worst.

I called it "Éric."

I called the second one "Solitude."

The sun disappears

and monsters come out of nowhere, blocking your way.

And then there's the last third.

Morgane had warned me, the last hours are often the hardest.

Your spirit gets confused and anger no longer suffices to win the fight.

The only thing to do is to concentrate on whatever is most precious to you.

A song.

A place.

A memory.

That last tide,

I called it "Angélique."

Subtitling: Melanie Kathan for LYSI MEDIA