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Thank you.

Goodbye.

Hello.

Isabelle, missing since March 22nd, 1996

FORGOTTEN GIRLS

In 1996, this night club was the last place Isabelle saw her friends.

I like conjuring tricks.

Just training for my wedding.

- When are you getting married? - I don't know. Soon.

You come here often?

I did at first, when her clothes were found.

- Here... - Shall I take another?

No. I'll show you.

Do you...

Do you miss every time?

No.

PRISON

- Will you tell the parents? - What?

That Guerrand didn't kill their girls?

Mr Martin, it's no use waiting here.

I want to see that bastard. Find out where my girl is.

There's one thing.

The press said nothing of the Virgin Mary in her clothes.

So what?

If Guerrand put one there, he's the one you've been after.

Not necessarily.

The statuette can mean

Guerrand knows whoever killed the first six victims.

Knows who he is and how he works.

I've told you everything.

Like I said,

Anne, Catherine, Isabelle and the rest

was me. And I'm proud of it.

Tell me, Guerrand...

why didn't you put the same statuette in the clothes?

It was the same: the Blessed Virgin.

The others were china.

You put a plaster one in Sylvie's clothes.

So what? I'd run out of china ones.

I've not had a single real clue in 15 years.

And in just a few days, everything points to you.

Why?

The guy who showed you how...

The one who killed the other six, what's his name?

It was me.

Just me.

Nobody showed me.

If it's you, then...

where are the bodies?

If I didn't know you,

I'd say you'd rather the bodies weren't here.

Stop it.

Stop everything.

That shit will never tell us.

He could have put the bodies elsewhere.

What will happen now?

We've grown so close over time.

I know their families, their friends.

I know what they did on Sundays.

I know what they had for breakfast.

- So what? - So...

Sylvie doesn't match the Forgotten. She wasn't a virgin.

We found her ads. Sylvie was a prostitute.

I know. Ducourt keeps on about it.

Guerrand's tastes have changed.

The one I'm after wants virgins.

- He didn't know what she did. - No. He investigates.

He looks into them long before he strikes.

Guerrand killed Sylvie, but not the others.

Guerrand copied someone's crimes...

Someone he knew?

Look, just between us, do you really believe that?

Come on. Give me a score on a scale of 1 to 10.

9.5.

What do you want from me?

My bosses have the ideal self-confessed culprit.

Hermand wants to wrap this case up quickly.

I need your support, Galbert.

Until we have the bodies, we must go on.

If you're right,

and the real culprit is still at large,

will he take advantage of Guerrand's arrest to stop killing?

I don't know.

Hi, Dad.

I will find them...

- I've lost my keys. - One day you'll lose your head.

Isn't Mum coming home?

She isn't?

I don't know.

She's in Marseilles.

When's she back?

I don't know. Friday... No, Thursday.

Aren't you sick of her not being here?

Look. Caro...

Let's order pizza.

ROBERT JANVIER REHARSAL 67

- Sorry about your keys. - It's OK, I'll find them.

Tell me, why won't he tell us where the bodies are?

I don't know.

Is Rose any better?

Some days are better than others.

Since the arrest, she's been all fidgety.

This sun does you good.

You're right, it does.

POLICE

Janvier, have you seen Ducourt?

- I'm going to need him. - Me too.

I saw Galbert this morning.

Give me one good reason to run after a killer who's in prison?

Until we find the bodies,

Judge Galbert wants to carry on investigating.

Like you, I obey orders.

- He was discreet. - He lived alone.

I'd sometimes see him going off in his taxi.

I'd say "hello" or "goodbye".

Guerrand? No one ever went round.

Ever?

I'm so bored, I spend my life at the window.

The neighbours are my television.

Believe me when I say no one ever went round.

The only thing he did was leave early in his taxi

and come back late.

You never saw anything unusual?

No.

What a fool!

Good evening.

Hi.

- OK? - Hi.

OK?

Evening.

- Hey, Caro... - Oh!

- Cool! - I found my keys.

We were going to watch a film.

Mum left a message on voicemail.

Her train's late. She'll arrive in the night.

- You hadn't forgotten? - What?

That Clara's sleeping over.

No, of course not.

- Well... - Yes...

Yes.

You didn't know her.

- That's a crap joke. - Yes, but it made you laugh.

It's you who makes me laugh.

By the way, thanks.

What for?

My parents say I look like the girls who disappeared.

They didn't want me to go out.

Now you've found the killer, it'll be different.

Yes...

- Expecting someone? - No.

- You neither? - No.

You'll see, I worked hard.

Oh?

I'd love a coffee, if there's any fresh.

Thanks.

Now, remember this card.

- Yes. - Here.

Sir...

I'll shuffle, Clara will pick it.

Shuffling. Say when.

Stop.

And...

Well played!

Pay attention now.

I'll multiply the ten of diamonds.

Watch...

Nothing but tens of diamonds.

There.

I went to see the guy who kept the books.

He's chaotic. He found what you wanted:

the list of Guerrand's taxi fares for the past 10 years.

Perfect.

What did you hope to find?

TRANSPORT RECEIPT

Guerrand knows the guy I'm after.

I read in the press that he confessed to the murders.

- Don't forget about our weekend. - No.

- No! You could have... - There's no more liquid.

- Someone came to dinner? - Clara.

I went to see my dad.

- That's good. - I don't know.

- Did he recognise you? - I don't think so.

Hi, Dad.

See you tonight.

- Hello, Clara. - Hello.

That's good. You play very well.

I go with Caro to lessons.

She made me want to try.

Have you known each other long?

Quite a while.

Haven't we met?

I don't think I've seen you with her.

Yes, I think so.

Thank your parents for bringing Caroline home.

OK?

122... 118...

122...

118... 122...

Excuse me. I'm looking for rue des Violettes, the Martins.

- Down there. - Down there?

- Is this some kind of joke? - Sorry?

Is this a joke?

You asked me that question 10 minutes ago.

Roland was raised in a home. He joined us at 13.

We discussed it when he turned 16.

He wanted to keep his name: Guerrand. We agreed.

Did he look for his real parents?

He knew everything there was to know.

- His mum died when he was... - 4.

4.

They never knew who his father was.

- What kind of teenager was he? - You know...

children like Roland must be disturbed.

Children... at 13, you're almost a man.

We did what we could. We gave him all our love.

- He liked motorbikes. - He'd talk about them for hours.

Any girlfriends?

I placed him.

I was a member of the association One Child, One Family.

Placing children was what I did.

I still remember Roland Guerrand after all this time.

He didn't like cats.

His mother had one. He hated it.

Like he hated his mother.

Did he have friends?

Mates, no doubt.

You remember his real mother?

- Won't you have a biscuit? - Yes.

His mother...

locked him in a cupboard with a cat hung by the tail.

Imagine, a child of 3!

Shrieking animals, scratches...

I know what he did.

I'm not making excuses.

Nobody comes into the world a monster.

Before becoming a rapist and a murderer,

Roland Guerrand was first of all a kid.

Just a kid.

Seeing all these faces is a bit weird.

Weird?

Am I weird?

Totally weird.

That's what everyone says.

Right. Guerrand knew the guy I'm after.

The receipts I'm interested in match the period

when Sylvie was killed.

Two addresses keep cropping up.

Perreau's and, even more often, Moutier's.

That's him with the blonde. Behind the guy with glasses.

I'll listen, but quickly.

Yes, Mr Moutier. Did you know Roland Guerrand?

As did those who used him.

- I also knew Sylvie. - How did you meet her?

I met Sylvie at a friend's.

- Serge Perreau? - Possibly.

- Did she often drop in? - Whenever she wanted to.

She was an adult.

- Were you a client? - Why? Is it forbidden?

Organising hot parties for friends

and taking advantage of lost kids? No.

What exactly are you after?

How do you figure Guerrand?

From what I've read, he's a sick shit.

What can I say?

He had a taxi. I used his services.

And he'd keep asking me to take him to the club.

The football club?

No.

Le Parchemin, a swingers club in Lille.

I go every now and then.

That's not against the law either.

Did you take Sylvie?

Are you kidding? Sylvie didn't need me.

Friday and Saturday nights, she'd do a show there...

- with her partner. - Partner?

Her partner.

Right.

I'll leave you here.

If my future wife heard that I came here off-duty,

she'd kill me.

- Everyone has something to hide. - Not me.

How will you find her without a name?

25, two eyes, one nose, one mouth, I should manage.

How will you get home?

I'll manage. Go on.

- Yes? - I'd like to...

- Are you accompanied? - No.

Can I see your hands?

What?

Your hands.

Hands say a lot about a man.

- You may enter. - Thank you.

- Good day. - Thank you.

- I don't know Guerrand. - Had you known Sylvie long?

6 or 8 months. I spotted her at the club.

I had the idea for the duet.

- The...? - Duet.

To make money.

Some paid big money to see us naked at their place.

Perreau, for instance?

- What would you do? - Depends.

- Oh? - I don't do sex.

Well, rarely.

Sylvie needed money and said yes to everything.

Right. I'm looking for a guy you might know:

fortyish, white, clean-cut, fairly cultured,

obsessed by virginity.

Isn't that all men?

No.

Look...

thanks for the water, but I'm tired.

Why are you looking at me like that?

No reason.

Yes. Your smile.

Your face... The same as my wife 20 years ago.

Sylvie's death doesn't seem to affect you.

I don't mix work and feelings.

If you need anything,

don't hesitate.

COME IN UNIFORM I LOVE THAT

I'm faithful.

And I'm a discreet girl.

You saw nothing?

Nothing special.

- It's silly. - Why?

Going and seeing nothing.

Who is it?

I know you know him.

You dream of being like him. But you won't be.

As soon as he snaps into action,

people will see you lied.

Who is it?

What are we after?

Something that might have escaped us.

Heard the gossip at the station?

Yes.

You don't want it to end.

If Hermand finds out we're after Moutier and Perreau...

Hermand doesn't like stirring shit. I do.

What I think is none of his business.

Ducourt?

The judge warned me that you talk a lot.

I don't want gendarmes knowing what I ate for lunch. Got that?

Got it.

Something wrong?

I miss Catherine.

- She disappeared 3 years ago. - I know.

Will you go on looking for her?

Yes. Always.

I'm scared when you find her she won't recognise me.

Charlotte,

whatever you ask me, I'll always tell you the truth.

Catherine...

you think she's dead?

Yes.

Charlotte, here. You're sure you don't want any?

No thanks.

It's good for her to see you,

and talk to someone who understands.

It does me good too.

It's been ages since I've been for a walk like that.

Cécile, you mustn't.

Don't think anything can happen between us.

I know.

It's a shame, but I know.

Give me some vitamins too,

B, A, C...

I'll get that.

- Got any calcium? - Calcium too?

You have some?

Yes, we've got calcium.

Vitamin...

Vitamin C, magnesium and calcium.

That's 29 euros, please.

- Thank you. - Good day.

THE BRAIN'S SECRETS

Chapter 5 THE BRAIN AND MEMORY

- Who? - A girl you don't know.

She called me a bloke.

And that's an insult?

I stood up for myself. Her nails are longer than mine.

- Can I sleep at Clara's? - You often sleep there.

You weren't big friends before.

- You see bad everywhere. - No. She's lying to us.

Last time, she wasn't at Clara's.

I doubt if she'll stay there tonight.

It's her age.

She has a boyfriend.

A boyfriend?

Yes. You know, parties, slow dancing,

kisses between cokes...

The soft drink, I hope!

She told you?

Not at all.

- I mean, she... - She what?

She... She...

- What? - You think...

she's done it already?

Ask her.

You daren't? She's your daughter.

Go on, make fun.

I love it.

I found something great for our weekend.

I'll surprise you.

OK?

Can you come back on Monday?

Is that all right?

Suzanne...

Suzanne, I can't come.

Not at the moment.

We can go later, for longer.

OK. I won't fight alone.

If you can't spend 2 days with me, far from your girls...

I'm alive!

I'd like someone to hold me from time to time.

- What will you do? - I don't know. We'll see.

- You're not going out alone? - No.

It's here.

Here?

See you later.

Go on!

Shit!

Ducourt, it's Janvier. It's late. Am I bothering you?

Just to say that, despite appearances, I appreciate your help.

What?

No. I'm not drunk.

Yes, I'm out walking.

I know.

I just wanted to say that.

Bye.

- Are you sick? - No, I'm fine.

- How much do I owe? - 2.50 euros.

COME IN UNIFORM I LOVE THAT

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