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Siren

. . .

Jeff

Anna

Police radio chatter

- How are you, Commander?

- Do we have the identity? - Yes, we have everything. Come on.

- Hello. - Hello.

Sekou Camera firing

ANNA: Okay.

SEKOU: Good morning, Commander. - Good morning.

- I give you Lucie Ricou, 35. - Mm-hmm?

- I have everything on my watch!

It transcribes everything into notes, it's incredible!

Two seconds, I'm connecting to the internet—

—so, here we go: 'Victim reported missing on Tuesday.'

'Was with her roommate, Agathe Lebleu,

near the cliffs to "escalope".' * * Schnitzel

- "Escalope"? * Schnitzel

- Uh, "escalade,"* sorry, * Rock climbing

it's the autocorrect, it's a little... * Rock climbing

JEFF: So, the victim's friend went up first.

AGATHE: Lucie? Are you climbing or what?

JEFF: Once up there, Lucie Ricou no longer responded.

- Lucie, this isn't funny, where are you? Lucie?

Lucie!

LUCIE! LUCIE!

LUCIE! Raptor screeches

. . . LUCIE!

- When she came back down- - She'd disappeared. Okay.

ANNA: Sekou?

- This isn’t the great outdoors, she's dressed wrong.

- Forget the "stand-up," move on.

- If you don't have a sense of humor.

There are ligature marks on her ankles, therefore- ?

- She was kidnapped, okay.

- No sexual assault, this will be confirmed by the autopsy.

And to kill her, that bastard slashed her wrists.

See where I'm going with this? - Don't tell me: he didn't kill her here?

- No, just dropped her off.

- Right in the city center?

Likes taking risks, no?

- Or shopping. - Uh-huh.

- The upstairs neighbor who called us said the door had been broken into.

The shop upstairs has been closed for months, the cellar flooded.

Apparently there are some insurance problems.

SEKOU: Commander?

I hadn't finished. ANNA: With any luck.

Take a picture of this, okay?

Natacha? A little of that powder, please.

Go ahead, but I'm afraid to know what you're gonna say.

- That, is a photo of the previous victim.

- Damn it, it's the same killer.

♪

Olivier

DAD: She had a panic attack

two weeks ago, and since then- MOM: We don't recognize her anymore.

OLIVIER: What's changed? DAD: Zoé has always been

very cheerful. She goes ice skating, has lots of friends.

MOM: Ever since, she's always like this— she looks so sad.

She locks herself in her room,

doesn't see anyone anymore. She says that she-

DAD: She loved to cook, to bake cakes.

She's eating almost nothing.

- Are you going to help her, doctor?

- Of course. In any case, I'll do my best, all right? I promise.

For her, but for you too. All right?

Hello Zoé. I'm Dr Rimbaud. - The psychiatrist, I know.

- Well, you seem to like reading. Me too.

Nice collection, in any case.

Tell me, it seems things aren't going too well at the moment,

can you explain? - You wouldn't understand.

OLIVIER: We'll see.

Tell me how you feel,

in your words. - You're not going to believe me.

I don't feel alive anymore.

I dunno, I talk to you, to others, and everything's weird.

As if I wasn't really there anymore— like, I don't know,

I was a ghost.

- A ghost? All right.

At the same time, it's scary. I understand.

But here, I don't see a ghost. I see an interesting girl.

If you'd like, I can try to help you feel better;

what do you think?

I'm going to give you a questionnaire, like a magazine quiz.

- To see if I'm crazy?

- No... - I'm not crazy, I'm telling you!

I know. It's not normal, I know.

I I I, I'm no longer here,

I'm in the afterlife, that's it!

- That doesn't stop us from getting to know each other!

Zoé? You all right?

- Yes.

Gate clangs

Buzzer

- Hello. MAUD: Patient?

- We'd like to see Dr Rimbaud, now.

- Yes. For an appointment I'll need a health insurance card.

- No. It's for a court-ordered expert assessment, and it's urgent.

- Oh, yes, yes, all right, but you still need

a health insurance card, that's the rule.

- What's your name? - Maud. Boulanger.

- Maud. Boulanger.

I imagine you want to keep your job here? - Yes.

- Yeah, I hear you.

In that case, find me Dr Rimbaud immediately,

or we call the management. - Mm-hmm.

Impolitely polite Thank you, Maud. Thanks!

Corvette engine

- Fuck, the guy's Dracula. He's got his own castle and everything.

Buzzer

- Who is it ?

I'll let you in.

- Hello. OLIVIER: Hello.

- Cmdr Charrou. - Hello.

- Lt Perez. - Yes, the university hospital warned me,

you're the police. - That's right. Dr Rimbaud, I presume?

- So it seems. Follow me?

- (Fuck, psychiatry pays.)

- This is Olga, my housekeeper. I couldn't survive without her.

- Mr Rimbaud, you exaggerate. Hello.

- Hello. - You are-?

- They're the police, I don't know what they want yet.

- The police? My god!

I knew that neighbor was weird. - No, don't worry,

nothing serious. - Sure.

Well, I'll leave you now, I have my Yiddish choir class.

OLIVIER: Oh, the Yiddish choir doesn't wait! Thank you, Olga!

See you tomorrow?

Come in.

- Judge Leemans sent us. She says that three years ago,

without your expertise on the Antwerp homicides,

the Belgians would never have arrested the serial killer Maes.

We need you, on another case. Here, this time.

- I'm sorry, but the answer is no. - Oh.

- I had set two conditions for the profiling of Maes—

—to conduct his psych evaluation myself,

and to remain anonymous.

- And that wasn't the case.

- No, I got my name in the newspaper. They won't get me twice.

Bemused laugh - (I understand.)

- Sorry for the inconvenience, I'll open it for you from here.

- Jeff?

ANNA: Can you take a look at the file, or does that bother you too?

One week ago, the body of the first young woman

was found at a wastewater treatment plant.

ANNA: Jasmine Ellaoui, a site manager,

disappeared, kidnapped from her workplace.

ANNA: Three days ago, a second young woman was kidnapped.

Lucie Ricou, personal trainer. Her body was just found.

ANNA: Both were mutilated.

- A 2 branded with a hot iron,

Same modus operandi. A serial killer.

- Correct. To guide our work we need

established expertise from someone with your experience.

Your requests will be respected. You have my word.

Contemplative sigh

- All right. - (Thank you.)

- And for starters, put that down.

They're worth €1,000 each, I'm very attached to them.

- I just wanted to know where they were from.

- Okay. I want to see where the last victim was abducted.

and meet those close to her,

to help me understand her personality.

- Anything you want.

- You showed me that as a bit of a trap, right?

- No. - Mmm?

- I always get what I want, (that's part of my charm.)

- I hope he strikes quickly, then.

Two victims in one week: he lost control,

he'll continue to kill, we don't have much time.

Oh yes: the dolls come from Ukraine;

purchased at Drouot.* Please don't touch. * An auction house

Thanks. Shall we go ?

JEFF: So... This way.

Hello. UNIFORMS: Hello.

- So, Lucie's roommate went up, there.

With the overhang, you can't see anything from up there.

That's it.

- Want my opinion? - No, I prefer to observe first.

- Yeah, well, I'll tell you anyway. It's super-isolated here.

The killer made it his hunting ground. Like any good predator,

He prowled the area until he came across his victim:

A woman alone.

- What about the barrier tape over there?

- We found tracks in the mud:

motocross bikes and a car.

- Forensics took a cast.

OLIVIER: There are two kinds of serial killers.

Those with a disorganized personality:

suffering from hallucinations, or even drugged,

they're chaotic and impulsive,

they kill their victims where they find them and leave the bodies on the spot.

JEFF: Not our man.

He kidnapped his two victims. - Yes, to kill them elsewhere,

moving them to another place. ANNA: And to cover their tracks.

- Right, he belongs to the second category:

an organized personality.

When he kills, he plans everything in advance,

he does nothing randomly.

- You mean he knew Lucie Ricou would be here?

JEFF: He followed her?

- You're right, we're dealing with a predator.

But he chooses his prey.

Siren

AGATHE: A new guy?

No.

No, not even a flirtation, Lucie would've told me,

we're roommates. - And in the building or on the street,

did you notice anything,

nothing unusual in the last few days? No? - Mm-mmm.

Sniffles - Sorry.

Excuse me, is it allowed here?

- Yes, you're allowed.

AGATHE: Sorry, I'm trying to quit.

I still can't believe it.

- You need to give yourself time. JEFF: Uh...

time, yes, but there are other methods.

There's the patch, "chewing gum"...

- I was talking about mourning for her friend.

- (Oh.) ((Sorry))

- Rock climbing, did you do that often? - Yes.

But that day I wasn't feeling too great,

I didn't really want to go up. - So why'd you do it?

- Because Lucie was a stubborn one.

She'd researched everything on the climbing forums, she planned everything.

She would've gone up anyway.

- And up there, you didn't hear her scream?

- No.

- You didn't hear anything else?

- (Uh...)

- Yes, actually, I...

I don't know anymore.

No, no. No, (nothing.)

- Okay, we'll let you go. Thank you.

- You like "milkshakes"?

- Oh, "milkshakes"? Yes! Strawberry, speculoos, caramel, anything you want.

- (A "milkshake...")

OLIVIER: Great.

First, the killer's victims look alike.

In their thirties, brunette, athletic,

an authority figure. - They remind him of someone?

- Likely. And the most revealing thing is holding them captive.

He needs to feel all-powerful over his victims,

it gives him pleasure.

- I don't understand, there's no sexual abuse.

- He's holding back.

Impotence? Shame? Hard to say.

- Yeah, it doesn't stop him from killing them.

- The '2' on his victims-

- Yeah? - ...cutting their veins? That,

that's his signature.

- What do you think the '2' means?

- It's the result of his past, of his fantasies.

It's an obsession.

All his murders must follow this ritual. It's stronger than him.

All right ?

So, something's bothering me.

- Mm-hmm? - Mmm.

- You don't want to taste it? - No, I don't want to taste anything,

something's bothering you?

- Our killer left Lucie Ricou's body in a cellar,

symbolically, it's like giving her a grave, a mausoleum.

- A mark of respect. - Yes. Except that

he abandoned the first one, Jasmine Ellaoui, outside in water,

knowing that her body was going to deteriorate there.

No ceremony, zero consideration.

- Didn't you say he has to follow the same ritual every time?

- That's something I don't understand.

Want to taste the chocolate? - No, I don't want to, no.

In practical terms, what kind of guy are we dealing with?

- A man, 20-30 years old, high IQ.

He had a violent childhood with abuse,

but today he has to hold a skilled job.

OLIVIER: On the surface, he's a normal guy, rather discreet.

Nondescript.

Sarcastic - Yeah, great, that's gonna help us a lot.

- (Ah, well.)

- A family? - No, amidst his kidnappings

and need for control? Single.

OLIVIER: He lives in an isolated house.

There you go!

It's not a crystal ball, but we'll refine it.

Mobile vibrates - Okay, thanks, that's already pretty good,

we'll be able to sort through the suspects.

- Sorry, I have an appointment.

You should taste the chocolate.

- Okay, my pleasure.

- See you soon.

(He has a nice ass.)

- I don't know about that.

Is there a problem?

- No. It's my "date."

Door closes

Oy! What a shitty evening!

- The look on the guy when you threw your champagne in his face!

- Yeah. It was that or my fist.

A drink?

- Your place is nice!

- Yeah, that's it, the boxes are nice. - Package depot decor.

- Ah! Let's relax on the sofa, come on.

- Mmm.

- You really like me? - Yeah. Mmm-

I've never brought a guy home on the first night.

I never sleep with someone on the first date. It's a principle.

Playful Wait. Wait!

- An- Anna? Anna?

Anna, can you hear me?

Anna ?

Anna! Hey?

Anna! Hey! What the hell is going on? Anna!

Night creature yowls

Beeping

- Sensors disabled.

Distant door closes, beads click

- Commence decryption.

- Pages 40 to 50, essay 2.

Estimated decryption time: 32 hours.

OLIVIER: Here, look.

That is your brain.

Perfect. Not the slightest lesion. You see?

And that,

This is your PDQ-4 test.

Perfect too. Look.

All it says is that you're very down-to-earth.

- Except it's wrong, I know it.

- I've been thinking:

Zoé, you say you feel dead,

like a ghost. How can you be so sure?

- (Um....)

- You can talk to me, you know I won't judge you.

- I know that I love my parents,

my friends, skating, lots of things.

But now, I don't feel it anymore. It's like I'm empty.

I thought, if you don't feel anything for anyone, it means you're dead.

- It’s a shortcut, but not necessarily.

What you're experiencing is called 'depersonalization',

a 'defense mechanism,' if you prefer.

I'll give you an example.

When faced with a traumatic or overwhelmingly distressing experience,

our unconscious has techniques to protect us.

In this case, for you it cut off access to your emotions.

- Forever? - No, it's temporary.

I'll give you some medicine to help,

and tomorrow you'll be able to live a quasi-normal life.

I have one more question: what are you feeling?

Do you have any idea why this started?

No?

It's definitely something that scares you or causes you anxiety.

No?

Is everything good with your parents? - (Mmm.)

Your boyfriend, your crush?

At school?

Do you want to talk about it?

Zoé? Are you all right? - I have to go, sorry.

Landline ringing

. . .

- Maud? Contact Zoé's high school and ask the principal to call me.

- Yes. - Thank you.

. . .

- Commander! Did you have a good evening? - Shut up.

- Okay, well, we have some news: a winegrower saw

a car when Lucie was being kidnapped. - What model?

- He couldn't say. Red. ANNA: 'Red.'

No CCTV, a useless witness. 'Red.'

Great. We'll go far, awesome.

- I'm starting to list all the men who were close to our victims—

—shopkeepers, neighbors, delivery drivers. - With Rimbaud's profile?

- Yeah. We went from 200 to 30 suspects,

we're interviewing. - Thirty?

WELL MOVE OUR ASSES! QUESTIONING! THIRTY SUSPECTS?

SHIT, THAT'S NOTHING!

Well, what do you have?

- I'm checking if any of the thirty have an SUV or a red car.

- Ah, Commander!

I went to the laboratory for the toxicological analysis.

- Do you have results? - No, too early,

but they gave me this. - Okay.

Result from the tire casting taken where Lucie disappeared.

Good. What do they say?

Okay: Fiat 500 wagon. Check the files, Nat.

NAT: I have one in the area:

it's the car of Enzo Moratti, 50, computer scientist.

- 'Enzo Moratti.' Well there you go!

You like young friends with lots of character, don't you?

ENZO: That's wrong, no.

My god, there's been a mistake, I have nothing to do with this horror!

- I'm willing to believe you.

But when they were abducted, you were alone and without an alibi.

I need you to help me out a little here, Mr Moratti.

- I won't answer without a lawyer.

Pounds table

- A witness saw your car at the scene, will the victims' DNA be found in it?

- I was walking my dog. I don't know these women.

- Oh yeah? That also remains to be proven.

- Listen, my father was a worker,

I made it on my own, I've always respected the rules and paid my taxes.

I don't know who the crazy person is you're looking for, but it isn't me!

So call me a lawyer.

- She has no emotions.

JEFF: No. It's intentional.

In that state, she becomes a machine. She has no empathy left.

- Yet on the other hand, he's putting on a brave face.

- Tell me, is it true

what they say about psychopaths, that they learn

to simulate their emotions perfectly?

- Perfection doesn't exist.

Hello. ENZO: Hello.

- I'm Dr Rimbaud, court psychiatrist.

ENZO: I want a lawyer, not a shrink. - I know, he's coming.

But lawyer or not, the judge wants a clinical evaluation.

ENZO: What for?

- See if you're psychotic— which would work against you, obviously—

—or sane, which would exonerate you.

ENZO: Okay.

- Ah...

My father was a worker too, a farm worker.

So, first exercise.

I turn over a card,

and you tell me what the inkblot on it makes you think of, all right?

ENZO: Okay.

- Ready? ENZO: Mm-hmm.

- Uh, a butterfly? - Just a butterfly?

Are you sure? - Yeah.

- Okay, noted.

Tense sigh

- Uh, an elephant? - Hmm. Another animal.

Not more like a woman cut in two? No?

- What ?

- And that— without thinking? - Uh, I don't know... A bat?

As for anything else, I don't know.

- Mmm. A kid's guts? A hanged man? No? Not a hanged man.

- Are you out of your mind? Are you crazy? I never said that!

Is this your test for the judge? - Yeah.

OLIVIER: I thank you.

- Hey! Wait, come back! I'm talking to you! The hell?

- What was your obsession with the images?

- The Rorschach? - Yes.

- It's a projective test. It reveals things about yourself.

- Oh yeah? Does it reveal how I feel right now?

- Butterfly, elephant, bat...

One out of two people answer that way. You would've done the same, me too.

These are the responses of a balanced individual, not a psychopath.

- Okay.So why provoke him? - To be 100% sure.

As long as he thought a lawyer was coming, he remained calm.

The second he learned that my diagnosis would go to the judge- ?

- He panicked. - Mmm. Our killer's in absolute control,

he'd never have had such a spontaneous reaction.

So, sorry. - It's not him.

- No.

I know Moratti fits the profile, but it's not him.

- It's official, I hate you.

Shit!

- Well done! - Oh, well...

- Going all right? - Yes. How did things go with Moratti?

- All right, fine. - That's good.

It's a good thing I- I ran into you.

- Mm. All right.

- I have a friend who has a rather... weird illness.

- Okay. I know about weird,

- All the better.

- ...what kind?

- Like, when she meets someone,

that she falls a little in love with,

and things heat up a little,

she faints, she loses consciousness, she falls asleep.

- Perhaps traumatic narcolepsy.

Desire acts as a trigger and brings back a violent memory.

You see?

- No, not really, but I... is it treatable?

Amused - No, not really, no.

Promising tests have been done with hypnosis, but nothing of...

Traffic

- Thank you for listening to me. - Of course,

especially during a bereavement like this, you need support.

Since I'm here, can I help you with that?

Laughs - The cigarette?

- Yeah. Have you ever thought about hypnotherapy?

It's extremely effective.

Metronome ticks

. . .

Can you hear my voice, Agathe? - Yes.

- Good. In the future,

vaping will taste to you like a garbage can full of rotten meat—

—understood?

- Understood. - Good.

When I say 'zero' you'll wake up. But first, I have a question.

Yesterday, you were asked if you had heard a noise

when Lucie disappeared.

You hesitated, no?

- I couldn't remember.

- Let your mind return to that precise moment on the cliff.

- I was up above.

I threw down the rope, and-

Memory Lucie!

I called out to Lucie, that it was her turn.

Lucie!

LUCIE! Raptor screeches

LUCIE! Reverberates

Reverberates

AGATHE: I heard a noise. An engine noise.

The sound of a motorcycle engine.

- A motorcycle, are you sure?

- Yes.

- Did you know Rimbaud isn't on the list of judicial experts?

- Oh yeah? - The Belgians called on him only

because one of his patients was a relative of Maes.

- Do you think that's how he ended up on this case?

- I dunno. There's something else I don't understand.

He was a director pretty much everywhere in Paris:

La Pitié, Sainte-Anne, Hôtel-Dieu, from 2010 to 2018,

then, Lip pop, nothing until 2022—

—here. - Hmm?

- Don't you find it strange?

- Yeah, that you're spying on him? Very, very strange, yes.

- I'm not spying on him, I came across this by chance is all.

- Yeah. - Four years, that's intriguing, no?

- Well, no, not really. Maybe he changed careers, ask him.

- Yeah. Or I'll call the Medical Association.

- Yeah, that too. Mobile rings - Oh, look at that,

Chuckles when you talk about the wolf.

Charrou, go ahead. - I know where we made a mistake.

- What, what mistake?

- The killer doesn't have a car.

- How could he have transported the bodies?

- What if he had done it with a motorcycle equipped with a trailer?

We're looking for a biker. - Shit, it's possible.

Those trailers also have narrow tires. Uh... Yeah, Okay, good,

we're gonna trace the tire tracks in the woods.

- Will it take long?

- Mind you, it's a favorite spot of bikers,

does that answer your question?

- Fine. - Gotta go, see you later.

- There's so many it's going to take ages.

ANNA: Natacha?

Thanks, Natasha. - Thanks!

Corvette engine

The Elixir Of Love, Act 2 Scene 8 ♪ A Furtive Tear ♪

- Opera cocktail? - Champagne Moscow mule.

- Come on!

You really cracked me up yesterday,

with your 'Yiddish choir class.'

Where do you get all that stuff?

- And you ?

You went looking for it, working with the police?

The first time, I understand, so as not to arouse suspicion. But now?

- No, Olga, I had no choice. - You've always had a big heart, Olivier,

since we were kids, you need to stop this!

You want to expose us? - Two women have died, you know that!

- Have you forgotten what we sacrificed to disappear, so we'd never be found?

- This bastard will keep killing,

and I want no more deaths on my conscience, okay?

. . .

Ukrainian на здоров'я BOTH: To your health.

. . .

Notification

Notification

Beep - Decryption complete.

Recurring sequences

- Do these numbers appear often in the code?

- Yes, each three times.

- The first has eight digits, the second one seven, why?

- Series of eight and seven digits indicate GPS coordinates,

longitude and latitude.

These coordinates may indicate a location where information is stored

or hidden. - Is there a way to find out?

Mobile rings

Commander?

Beeping Door opens and closes.

Interface tones

- Summarize the latest operations.

- The decryption of pages 40 to 50 is a failure.

We believed the code contained GPS coordinates,

but that wasn't the case. It didn't lead to anything conclusive.

- So what were those numbers? Just a coincidence?

- That is possible. Or a decoy put in the code to mislead us.

- Fine.

Make me a copy on my private drive.

And don't mention it to Olivier. - Understood. Copying in progress.

Interface tones

Police radio chatter

Corvette engine. Tires squeal

Muscle car idle

BOTH: Hello.

- So, the victim: Aude Petit, 5'-8", brunette, 35 years old, customs officer.

She was at a nightclub with her friends,

they separated at around 2 am, to go to the after-party.

- And then?

- And then— thank you very much— then she never joined them,

then we found her car like this.

- Well? Is it him?

- Victim in her thirties, brunette.

Given her "job," an authority figure.

Yeah. - (Dammit.)

Natacha, call the prosecutor immediately. We need to track her phone right now.

We can trace it if he took her phone, but there's not much time.

- Are you kidding? You think I don't know?

- No, I'm just saying that given his profile-

- Okay! We get it, his profile.

- Okay.

Just- - What?

- No, I know you're in a bad mood, but- - But what?

- The first victim was kidnapped from a tunnel under construction.

Lucie Ricou was found in a cellar. And this time, a parking lot.

- Yeah ?

So what?

- All are underground. - Ah!

- All three underground? That's no coincidence.

When he acts, everytime it's exactly- - Okay, I understand.

He loves basements,

He plays the kidnapper and '2' is his lucky number, is that it?

HOW THE HELL DOES THAT HELP MY INVESTIGATION?

- HOW COULD I HAVE KNOWN? BUT THE MORE WE LEARN,

THE MORE LIKELY WE'LL IDENTIFY HIM. IT'S NOT COMPLICATED, IS IT?

YOU WANTED THE HELP OF A PROFILER, NOT ME!

Unbelievable! Mobile rings

. . .

Dr Rimbaud.

On my way.

- Oh! Oh! Where're you going?

- I have an emergency! A facelift!

- That's it. STAY HOME NEXT TIME!

( Shit!)

Power tool

Hammering

. . .

. . .

. . .

Cellophane

. . .

- (Thanks.)

. . .

Sighs raggedly

- Your principal called me.

You didn't come to school, your friends saw you here.

They say you feel like commiting suicide.

Between us— if you already feel dead, frankly I don't see the point.

Snorts at his own joke

Zoé, if you don't want to talk to me, I can't help you.

Murmurs - No, that's not it.

- What? - I took the meds,

it didn't change anything. On the contrary, it's still happening.

Sometimes I look at objects and they change color.

- What color? - Pink.

You fumbled it, I'm just completely crazy.

- No, not at all. It's scary, but it's rare.

It's a possible symptom of depersonalization, it passes.

Seeing life through rose-colored glasses is pretty cool, right?

- It all started because of Mathieu.

He's in his final year of high school, he spends all his time harassing me.

He tells everyone I suck, and he says the same thing on my Stories.

This guy actually scares me.

- We'll fix that, I promise.

And I'd really like to get down from here, I'm a bit dizzy.

They laugh

You can keep the madeleines. - That's nice.

- Enjoy.

NAT: We have no witnesses, and the

parking lot's CCTV cameras were out of order.

- Are you kidding me?

- Except for one.

ANNA: Ah, Rimbaud was right, (a trailer.)

ANNA: Of course we can't see his face.

- No, he never takes off his helmet, and,

no license plate either.

- Shit! Pounds table

Where's Jeff?

Jeff! - Yes?

You have the results on the samples taken from the cellar...

where Lucie Ricou was found? You're just a fat pig.

Sorry.

- You are so gross. Gimme that.

What is it? - It's the analysis results.

ANNA: Yes, but what did it say?

- Uh, yes: it's plaster. ANNA: Plaster.

- Plaster. Plaster that's been dry for about two weeks.

- Oh! That's some news! Plaster that's been dry about two weeks.

- That's what I said.

Landline rings - Okay.

. . .

Go to your desk. NAT: Yes? All right. Commander?

The pathologist's asking for you, it's urgent.

He has a riddle for you.

She's on her way.

- So? Are you making jam?

- Hmmp. 'Jam.'

- Aw, it stinks! What is this, it's sick. - The gastric fluid of the victims.

- Ugh. - This fragrance is from the cocktail inside:

Rotten water, excrement, detergent.

- In the the victims' stomachs? - Mm-hmm. Post-mortem ingestion

makes sense with Jasmine Ellaoui-

- Yeah, who was lying in a sewage treatment basin.

- Yes. Water infiltrated the respiratory tract.

- But it doesn't fit for Lucie Ricou, she was found in a clean cellar.

- That's my appetizing little riddle.

- Yeah, the "stand-up," forget it. Seriously.

Yeah, Jeff?

The cellar at Place de la République, did it suffer water damage?

Find out where the leak came from and call me back.

Bell tolling

- I got your message. What's the emergency?

- Well, first of all, I wanted to say that...

I'm sorry about this morning.

I was a bit curt with you. - Mm-hmm.

- 'A bit curt'? - Yes.

- 'A bit'? - Yes!

He laughs You'll get used to it, huh?

Well, I've discovered something thanks to you,

thanks to your profiling. - Ah! You see?

He sighs

What am I looking at? - Plans for a wastewater treatment plant.

- The one the first victim was found in? - Yes, in a settling basin.

Do you see that? - Mm-hmm.

- The plant is connected to the sewer system,

which very often floods.

You found it strange that Lucie was abandoned in

an enclosed space, like in a tomb, right? - But not his first victim.

Yes, he shouldn't change his ritual.

- Yeah, we relied too much on appearances:

If he had left her there, for example, and the sewers had overflowed-

- The water would've carried her body...

He taps There.

- To this basin. Bingo.

- That makes sense. - Mm-hmm.

- But why the sewers with the first victim,

and for the second, taking the risk of going to the center of town?

And why this cellar? It must have a meaning.

- Here too, we relied too much on appearances.

The shop has been closed since water damaged the basement.

We checked with the insurance company— they've been stalling.

- So it doesn't have to pay for the work? - Yes.

So why is there a brand-new cinder block wall in this cellar?

And fresh plaster?

- Good question.

- And there you have it.

Do you want goggles? - No, it's fine, thanks.

- Okay.

- Can I give this to you? - Yeah.

Whack. He grunts

. . .

He gasps, out of breath

. . .

OLIVIER: The sewers, that's how he transports the bodies!

. . .

He didn't go in up there. He knew the wall had collapsed.

. . .

- He went through the network so nobody could see him.

- Yeah. He left Lucie here, and filled the hole so she wouldn't be found.

. . .

He calculated everything, he spent hours on it.

. . .

- Profile: 'Organized killer.'

- He knows the sewers by heart.

He moves around in here, stores gear, he's completely at home.

. . . - Hmmp. The bastard.

- That's exactly the profile, isn't it?

- I have the list of employees. It makes for 200 sewer workers.

- No, forget the workers, he's a professional, he'll have all the plans.

Look for an engineer.

- We're sure he goes down in the sewers? - A hideout means access, right?

- Holding his victims there makes sense,

the tunnels are confining, in a certain way it reassures him,

it's familiar. - So we have eight engineers,

including three younger people. - And with motorcycle licenses?

- Only one: Julien Valmar, safety engineer.

- Is he in a Forensics file? - Yes, but as a victim,

he and his brother were placed in care in 2005,

their mother was abusing them.

- She was keeping her children locked up— in her cellar.

Well, there you have it!

Police radio chatter Car doors shut

What the fuck is he doing?

ANNA: Are you ever on time?

Hah? - It's fine.

Aude Petit should be there too.

- Yes, well that's precisely why you're here, to reassure her when she's freed.

- Listen to me: Valmar is reliving his trauma.

She must be in a basement, a cellar, a pit.

- SWAT has been briefed, let's go.

Your lovely keister stays here, understand?

- Is that an order or a compliment? - Both. Go!

- Come on!

SWAT

Impact

- POLICE!

K9

. . .

- Well? - Nothing.

Nothing to report, nobody, not Valmar or Petit.

- How's that?

- The bastard must've fled with her, we've launched a hunt.

- Without his motorcycle, on foot?

- Impossible, doesn't make sense, given his profile.

No no no, she must be here,

you didn't look everywhere. - She's not here!

Okay? You made a mistake, it happens.

He left with her and now it's a replay, you

know as well as I do what he's gonna do to her.

K9

- That dog. - What ?

. . .

- He's found something. . . .

. . .

- What're we looking for here? - I have no idea.

. . .

K9 Hey!

- Yeah, I got it.

- Let's move the table!

"Lift."

. . .

- Move aside! Aude? Aude!

ANNA: She's here! . . .

ANNA: Aude, we're here for you. . . .

ANNA: Are you all right? . . .

. . .

OLIVIER: You all right?

It's all right come, it's all right, come. . . .

. . .

AUDE: (Thank you.) - You okay?

The police will want to question you.

Take your time, you're in a state of shock.

AUDE: There's nothing to tell.

He's had me in there since last night;

he didn't give me anything to eat.

- Did he speak to you? - No. I could hear him walking, above me,

in the kitchen.

I'm sure he was watching me. - You're safe now.

- If you hadn't found me— what would he have done?

- How is she?

- She'll need follow-up care, but she'll be okay.

- Okay. Thank you. Without you, we might not have saved her.

I found this,

on the floor, near the fireplace. OLIVIER: Yeah.

- Got something for me? - He jumped over the low wall

and went east. - East? Why east?

- Well, because there's 4,000 hectares of forest, he knows the terrain.

- Okay, request backup. Well...

- We need to put Aude Petit in a safe place.

Why?

- This is the first time Valmar has lost a victim.

He's ruled by his impulses, he'll be visceral—

—he'll do anything to find her. - Can't we use her as bait?

- (Fuck, Jeff!) - What?

Okay, no.

- Tell me, when people are threatened, do you have safe houses?

- Yes, of course, yeah, yes. Well, in TV series, yeah.

- Victim protection doesn't exist;

she must have family. - No, absolutely not.

If Valmar eludes us, that's where he'll go first.

We can't put her where you live? - No, no,

I live out of cardboard boxes.

- Yeah, I have my sister at my place.

- Okay. ANNA: And you?

How many rooms do you have? - No, no no no.

ANNA: How many rooms? - No, Olga will kill me.

- But, hold on, it's ideal! - No.

- Aude Petit feels safe with you,

she trusts you, and Valmar can't connect the two of you.

Given the circumstances, the judge will accept.

(Thank you!)

(Thanks.) Here, get this to the lab.

JEFF: Yes, of course.

Hello, Olga!

- Hello. I was informed of your arrival.

- Aude, go on.

Can Ms Petit stay here? - Yes, it was a bit tight.

If you had alerted me earlier it would've been simpler.

- Forgive us, it was Dr Rimbaud who suggested it.

- Hmmp. I put some clean clothes in the wardrobe for you.

If you need anything, call me.

- That's nice, thank you. - Excuse me, where did Dr Rimbaud go?

- To his quarters. ANNA: And where are his quarters?

- Continue down the hallway, left, right, left, the stairs.

- 'Left, right, left, stairs.'

Well, you stay here.

Receding footsteps

(Left, right, left, stairs...)

Ah, I was looking for you. - I was in the shower.

After a day like that, it feels good. - Yeah, I understand.

Uh, I wanted to tell you, I'm going to join the manhunt.

- Okay- - For safety, Jeff will stay here.

- What do you mean? - Well, I mean,

to watch over Aude Petit— until we find Valmar.

- Of course. - Is that a problem?

- No, not at all, on the contrary.

- All right. Well, thanks!

See you later! - Yeah.

- Goodbye.

K9s

. . .

- Yes?

- We searched four sectors, no trace of Valmar.

- Well if we don't find him before tonight we'll leave teams in place.

- Tomorrow means we'll easily need to triple the perimeter.

- Yes, well, exactly! Get your asses moving! Come on!

Get your fucking asses moving!

K9

'Have we found him?' No. 'No, we haven't found him,

not yet.'

Texting with Rimbaud

No, not 'too tired.'

Innuendo 'I have endurance in all... circumstances.'

OLIVIER: Do you want to have dinner?

Oh! A date, seriously. Well...

Um...

That's nice, a romantic dinner for two,

but the manhunt and everything makes tonight a bit complicated.

But, uh... we'll talk about it again, huh?

Uh, well, uh, see you later.

Send message

(Fuck, what an idiot! Shit!)

(Shit! Shit!)

Corvette engine

Conversation snippets

. . .

- Sorry for the misunderstanding. - What?

Oh, earlier?

Oh? Oh no. Completely idiotic. A restaurant, what was I thinking?

- No, I was just thinking that with the

manhunt you might need to refuel, that's all.

Well then, here it is, a hamburger.

But vegetarian.

You with arugula, me without— I'm allergic.

- Thank you. - Is that good for you?

- It's perfect.

Shall we go over there? - Let's go.

- This is very nice.

Oh, it's good.

Can I ask you a question?

- That's your job, isn't it? - I'm doing my job, exactly, yeah.

Yesterday,

you told Enzo Moratti that your parents were workers,

And you told me you grew up on a farm. - Mm-hmm.

How did you become so rich?

- An inheritance.

- Oh.

- An uncle from America.

- Ha, an uncle from America, really? - Yeah.

- Is that why you left Paris?

Tell me, what's this rumor involving you?

About a little date, where you fell asleep

and where firefighters had to wake you up?

- Mmm, no, actually, your shit is disgusting.

Be right back.

So?

- Commander, it'll be dark in an hour,

we've covered everything, no trace of Valmar.

We need to get the guys back in.

- It's impossible, it's so vast. We must be making a mistake somewhere!

K9

- Can I see?

He's obsessive, he plans everything,

he could well have set up a fallback base somewhere.

- Well, we found loads of hunters' cabins there: nothing to report.

- Search them, see if any of you can find a '2.'

- Well, what are these lines? Aren't these hiking trails?

- No, those are old tunnels that lead to the old fort.

- Okay. How many access points are there within the perimeter?

- It's disused, there are probably dozens of them.

- Dozens of tunnels for dozens of hiding places.

Come on now! Buzzing

Drone buzzing

. . .

ANNA: Something's been bothering me, earlier you mentioned supplies.

OLIVIER: And ?

- Valmar knows we'll monitor the whole area.

So if he hasn't gone on the run and decided to lay low,

how does he plan to feed himself?

- I don't know, Uber Eats?

- Yes, or an accomplice.

- That's not like him; he relies on no one but himself.

Siren

Grélé

- What've you got? NAT: Nothing to report.

- All three of you, follow me, this way.

- I know, I'll stay here. - Okay.

Well, no playing the hero, the guy is potentially armed.

(He's here! I hear footsteps.)

- Shit.

Distant OLIVIER: Anna!

- It's Rimbaud.

It's Rimbaud!

Tunnel echo ANNA: Fucking shit!

Phew. Out of breath

- I got lucky. He came out of there, and he didn't see the branch.

He lost his weapon and fell right in front of me—

—the craziest thing!

- 'Right in front of you.'

. . .

Well, pick up that shit.

Let's go.

- We weren't really introduced. Properly.

I'm Dr Rimbaud.

I've been entrusted with your psychiatric evaluation.

JULIEN: What's the point?

- To determine if you're aware of your actions.

I've read your file. You had a violent childhood.

Would you be willing to talk about it?

- Childhood?

That whore was never a mother.

She locked us in the cellar like animals. She gave us nothing to eat.

- You and your brother. 'Marc'? Is that right?

- She called us Number 1 and Number 2.

No first names. She burned us with her cigarettes.

She deserved to die, that bitch.

- I understand your anger.

You committed these murders, really, to kill your mother.

- Oh, no, we didn't do anything.

I dunno what you're talking about,

we didn't do anything. - Mmm.

- The police have evidence linking you

to the murders of Jasmine Ellaoui and Lucie Ricou,

and the kidnapping of Aude Petit, who by the way was found at your home.

Can you explain to me why did you do that?

- We did what we had to do.

JULIEN: She deserved it, you understand? That whore.

But I didn't kill them, it was him.

- Who's 'him'?

- Well, Marc.

- Mr Valmar, Tired sigh

according to the police, your brother Marc died by suicide six months ago,

that must've been a shock for you, no?

- Yes.

Yes, but he keeps talking to me.

And we decided together:

I find them, he kills them.

He's not going to stop there, you know.

He's going to continue. I know Marc.

He won't give up. He'll keep going until he's completely exhausted.

Understand? Until he dies!

HE WON'T GIVE UP!

- Everything's fine, everything's fine.

If you agree, we'll do a test and then I'll leave you alone.

Okay? I'll turn over a card,

and you tell me what it makes you think of.

- Splashes of blood.

A woman's genitals.

Two people choking each other.

Strange twins. Aborted.

- Thank you.

He murdered two women, he'll be deemed irresponsible right?

OLIVIER: I have absolutely no idea.

In any case, that won't be my diagnosis.

His childhood was tragic

and disruptive, but Valmar still has some bearings.

He knows what is wrong and that his actions cause suffering.

- Hmm. How do you know that?

- Because his victims send him back to his mother.

He locks them up and projects her onto them,

to make them endure what he experienced.

- Okay. And the '2'? The branding with the iron?

- The number '2' is a symbol

saying that his mother is responsible for his brother's death.

There you have it. What's the problem?

- I don't have a problem, I'm trying to understand, that's all.

- When a criminal lies to you, you can feel it, right?

It's the same with psychiatry. Let me show you something.

What do you see? She laughs

- No, seriously? - Mm-hmm.

No idea; maybe a fox?

- There you go.

When it comes to interpreting an image, everyone hesitates.

Not Valmar. Each time he took a quarter of a second to respond.

Without thinking. Nobody can do that.

And his responses were extreme.

They all classify him as psychotic.

- Did he do it on purpose? - It was all memorization. He's faking.

He looked into the tests and answered exactly as needed.

- To be judged irresponsible. - Serial killers are great manipulators,

especially that one. - Mmm.

- Thanks.

Actually, could you still watch Aude Petit for another 24 hours?

When the judge signs the detention order. - Mm-hmm.

- Thanks.

- Thank you, this is lovely. - You're welcome.

Did you sleep well? - Very well, very comfortable.

- I don't know how I slept, but I have aches and pains all over.

- You wanted an armchair, I got you our best chair.

For someone who didn't sleep, you were really snoring.

Buzzer

- Fuck, did I say something I shouldn't have?

- Hello, what is it?

- Hello madam, it's Enedis.* * Power company

Just letting you know, a tree fell onto a power line due to strong winds.

We're securing the network. There may be outages.

- All right, thank's for letting us know.

- I saw your principal. Mathieu's been expelled.

- Thank you, so much! - No, of course. Come on.

Alongside your medication, we're going to try something else:

behavioral therapy.

The objective is about reconnecting with what you love, all right?

So here's the program: Do you like pastries?

- Yes. - Well listen, that's perfect,

because you'll be baking a cake in the cafeteria every lunchtime.

The school knows, it's all right. And, this is for you.

- Thank you very much. - However: mandatory reading,

once a week. - (I can do that.)

- One last thing: from now on,

when you see an object in pink or a strange color,

you write it down. All right?

On the tenth one, I'll give you these.

- No!

- Yes. - Thank you very much—

—but why do I see things rose-colored?

- That way, it's not a negative experience.

You get a positive out of it. Well, we're cheating a little.

OLIVIER: Do we agree? - Of course,

thank you very much! - There, a little smile.

OLIVIER: It's a first result.

Everything good?

- She just went up to her room, the other one is standing guard.

- Okay. - Olivier, we've put in place

a protocol because our safety depends on it, you know that!

- I had no choice, okay?

- 'No one in the manor,' that's the rule!

Do you know who these people are? Did you investigate them?

- But it's not necessary, they're cops!

- Oh, 'they're cops'! - Yeah.

- What'll you do if they suspect something?

- Okay, I broke protocol. - No, you ignored it!

- They'll leave after this case and everything will be forgotten!

- I hope so, because they'll never forget me!

Never!

- Olga!

Куда ты идёшь? Ukrainian Where are you going?

- A pajama party, at a friend's house.

So long! так довго

как на ты вернёшься - When will you be back?

Footsteps

Shit.

Canines howling

. . .

- Camera 4 has detected movement.

Birds squawk

Barking

Espresso maker hums

You all right? - I'm fine; she's asleep.

- Oh, great.

I made you a small coffee. - Oh my, that's nice of you.

- Here. - Thank you.

- Thanks. - It was nothing, my pleasure.

Good?

- Tops. - I'll go; keep it up. Thanks.

Gasps

Scuffling

Grunting, shouting

. . .

Blade clangs

Anguished cries

Grunting

Sharp blows

Grunting

Rapid fire

Cries of pain

Grunting

GRÉLÉ: When you have a debt, you have to pay it.

- I pay every day. . . .

Exhausted breathing

. . .

Metronome ticks

Do you have a direct link with Julien Valmar or Aude Petit?

- No.

- Who sent you?

- An anonymous employer.

I'm being paid to find missing people,

and eliminate them.

Metronome

- Who was your target?

. . .

- You.

- You were supposed to eliminate me?

- And retrieve the notebook.

. . .

- Does your employer know what's in this notebook?

- I don't know.

. . .

- I imagine you communicate with him by telephone,

where and when was the last time you talked to him,

and what did you say to him?

- In Turin, a month ago.

I told him I might have a lead to find you, in France.

. . .

- Listen carefully to my voice:

when I'm finished, you won't remember anything.

Neither the clues that brought you here, nor anything from this evening.

And you will still follow the instructions to the letter.

Do you understand? - Yes.

Metronome stops

Ringback

- Go ahead. - Bad news.

Uh, the psychiatrist wasn't in France.

- Are you sure?

- No... the lead was a half-assed.

I must've missed something in Italy.

I'm going back.

- Call me back.

- Of course, as soon as I have any news.

Disconnect

Sandpaper scratching

Landline ringing

- Cmdr Charrou, go ahead. Siren

That's right, about Dr Rimbaud, yes. But it's no longer necessary.

Yeah?

Okay, we have the same info.

Well- oh, yes! Sorry.

Uh, I'd like to know if you know why he left Paris.

Okay.

Okay, thank you for calling me back. Yes. Goodbye.

- Here. I've added the footprints found near the trailer,

and the DNA matches in the parking lot. - Mm-hmm.

- With that, the Valmar reports are done.

- Okay, thanks. - Mmm...

And uh... yeah.

- Yeah? - Rimbaud?

- 'Rimbaud'?

- Wasn't he supposed to submit his expert report?

- Oh, well, he sent it to the judge, day before yesterday.

- Oh really? - Yeah.

- Without coming to see us? - (Uh...)

- You should just invite him to your housewarming.

The end of a case, it's a celebration.

- I'll invite whoever I want. - You're right, I'll stop, see you later.

- Maud, did you reschedule Mr Mondou's appointment?

- Yes, yes. You have an unexpected guest, she wasn't on the schedule.

- Oh. All right.

OLIVIER: How are you, Zoé? - Very well, and you?

OLIVIER: I'm fine, thank you very much.

So? - So, it's going well.

- Yeah? - Except that you lied to me.

I'll never have my skates.

Because I no longer have hallucinations!

ZOÉ: It's going very well, honest to god. - That's fantastic!

- Yes! OLIVIER: Nice.

- It's thanks to you, thank you so much,

I didn't know how to thank you. I made you this.

- Too nice, come on.

- This is the best of my collection, you'll love it: The Colors No One Sees.

- Well done, huh! ZOÉ: The madeleines are homemade.

- You're starting to know me. - Enjoy.

Smell the slight hint of orange blossom?

- Beautiful. - (Thanks.)

Cork pops

Orchestral rock

- Thanks for having us.

- It's my pleasure! - It's nice, huh?

- I know!

I buy it nearby.

. . .

To your health!

. . .

- Is it dry?

. . .

Doorbell

. . .

SEKOU: Good evening. - Oh, it's you.

- Sorry for being late. Am I the last one?

- No, you're not the last one. Come in.

- Hey, for the commander! Hip, hip, hip- ?

ALL: Hurrah!

- It's nice, you can do lots of things.

You can, uh, send files, the-

Oh fuck. Fuck...

I- I sent it to my mother.

- Pour me one too.

. . .

Cork pops

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

You can do stand-up tonight, I need to laugh.

- Isn't Rimbaud coming? - I don't know. I invited him

like you asked me. He's not here.

- Maybe a problem with a patient? ANNA: Yes, maybe.

- Anyway, he's weird. ANNA: Yeah, that's right.

. . .

Intercom buzzes

Random computer noises

- I'll open it for you! - Opening.

Sorry about your party. An emergency, I just got home.

- That's it precisely. - Yes...

- That's why I'm here. I shouldn't have invited you,

it was a mistake and completely stupid of me, because-

if we're too... like, close, that way...

No, but... if we're too close, and we find ourselves working on another case,

It might...

it might, yes, it might... - Cloud our judgment?

- That's it.

That's it. So, what I... desire- no, what I would like,

is that our relationship, our partnership,

remain strictly professional!

- As an expert, that suits me.

- Okay. I'm leaving, then. - No no, where are you going?

We can toast to our professional success, right?

We saved a life! Come on!

- Come on! - Yeah, just one. Just one drink.

- Ah!

Have a seat. - There?

- You know what? - What?

- You're totally right. It's better to put up barriers.

Here. - Yeah.

BOTH: To your health. Clink

- Fireplace.

Very beautiful fireplace.

- No, because relationships between colleagues...

- Yes? - Meh.

- Uh- no... yeah?

BOTH: Mmm.

Meh? Mmm.

- Okay.

Traumatic narcolepsy.

As I thought.

OLGA: I warned you. - What? She's not heavy.

- If that guy were better he could've killed us!

- Yes, you're right, but that has nothing to do with the police, okay?

- It doesn't matter, this time they located us, Olivier!

- No no no, they don't know anything.

- We must be careful, they'll send more killers!

- Trust me, I've arranged everything, okay?

- Nothing's arranged! - Yes, it is.

- I know you, this is just the beginning!

Corvette engine

- (Oh, fuck, my skull.)

Oh. What were you talking about?

(What the hell is going on?)

Unnh...

'I did a bit of cleaning and then shut the door.'

'Until next time, Olivier."

Who is this guy?

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