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New twist in the Balthazar case.

The main suspect
in a series of gruesome murders,

the former director
of the Forensics Institute

has apparently been seen in the Paris
area, according to several reports.

PRIME SUSPECT SEEN IN PARIS AREA

After four months on the run,
the noose is tightening on the fugitive,

whose arrest is only a matter of time.

But questions remain.
Where was he hiding?

Did he receive material help
and assistance from friends or family?

The police are wondering
about possible accomplices

and Dr. Balthazar's mental state.

Whoa.

MOROCCO

Put it on my tab?

Bananas, apples and pears.

Thank you, Mr. Balthazar.

You're welcome.

- So, sweetheart?
- Hey, there.

- Enjoying the sun?
- Oh, yes.

- You should.
- What about you? Happy? You had fun?

Yeah.

I looked for a new dune to surf,
but I think I've already done them all.

I just came back from the souk

and had the feeling
of being followed again.

Hey, you should relax.
You've been here for months.

I'm sure the cops have moved on.
Your brother too, probably.

Oh, really? I doubt it.

As long as the cops don't believe my
brother exists, they'll be looking for me.

And I don't want them to find me.

It's too good out here.

Really good.

No Internet, no telephone,
no newspapers, no worries.

Just the sun, the birds.

You. Me.

I couldn't care less about the rest.

- Are we sure it's the Puppeteer?
- Definitely, according to the cops.

Same modus operandi.
Same staging. Same sicko.

She's the third woman
in a month and a half.

Do we have a name?

Maria Manquel. Cleaner.
Has a 15-year-old kid.

She vanished after work last night.

So, if I've gotten this right, we found
the first woman ironing in a laundry,

a second woman sweeping the floor
of the car park.

How is this one staged? Hello.

Hello. I don't know.

Paloma.

Sounds rather glamorous.

Listen, Raphaël Balthazar,

I know you don't want to be bothered
with this, but I think you can rest easy.

DR BALTHAZAR SEEN
IN PARIS REGION

"Forensic pathologist Raphaël Balthazar,
on the run for several weeks now,

was reportedly seen in the western suburbs
of Paris, around Suresnes."

- So.
- Yeah.

Oops. I've got to go.
I have a little show to do tonight.

PUPPETEER CLAIMS A NEW VICTIM

"Shocking turn of events
in the Puppeteer case.

We have just learned that Captain Camille
Costes was suspended two weeks ago.

Already under scrutiny following
the escape of Raphaël Balthazar,

former forensic pathologist at the Paris
Forensics Institute, Captain Costes,

could not prevent the second murder
attributed to this mysterious killer.

Lieutenant Jérôme Delgado,

himself involved in the Balthazar scandal,

was also suspended by his department.

The situation is critical,

since the Paris Forensic Institute
was tainted by the Balthazar scandal,

with the conviction of its director,
Dr Olivia Vésinet

as an accomplice in the escape
of her former colleague.

How many victims will there be
before the Puppeteer is arrested?

Why this sordid modus operandi?

Above all, who's the murderer behind this
nickname that has all of France on edge?"

All evidence suggests the victim died of
the same causes as the two previous ones.

It is probably the same perpetrator.

I'd say over 1.75 metres,
right-handed, probably a man,

given the strength needed to hoist
the victim's body

with the ropes found at the crime scene.

The time of death can be estimated
at 10:00 p.m.,

given the temperature, lack of
rigor mortis and post-mortem lividity,

which corresponds to
about two hours after the abduction.

Forensic Services sealed the clothes
and lipstick, which are of common types,

and sent them to the lab for analysis.

All this to say nada.

No evidence left by the killer
to trace him.

No links between the victims.

Nothing to say why he targets them
in particular.

It's not possible.
There must be something.

Wait a second.

This here.

During external examination,
I thought they were insect bites.

Puncture wounds with bruising
along a venous pathway...

Puncture points.
Old-looking injection marks.

Frequent blood donor or former addict.
Anything on file?

Nah. But that's not something
people brag about.

And the two others? Anything similar?

The blood analysis of the first victim

shows traces of delta-9-THC and 11-OH-THC.

Cannabis user.
So another one who does drugs.

Who relaxes, Fatim. She relaxes.

Anyway, there's nothing
in the blood analyses of the other victim.

So, still no clue.

I miss Olivia.

See, I never thought I'd say that one day.

What about him? Where do you think he is?

Far away, I hope.

And safe.

Hello.

- Hello.
- Thank you.

Wait, what's this about?
I ordered a burger.

You know, burgers are not very healthy.

They cause a saturation
of the emunctory organs.

Emunctory organs-- You don't know
what they are? I'll explain.

They're responsible for sebum secretion.

What the hell are you doing?
Shut up, damn it.

I've been worried for months,

and you show up in the middle
of the night with a fucking quinoa salad?

- It's bulgar.
- I don't give a damn if it's bulgar!

Fuck. You know the shit you dropped me in,

the shit you dropped us all in,
vanishing like that?

I don't know. Last time we saw
each other was at the train.

You really thought I got on the train,
but I didn't. Look.

Imagine that's the train, okay?
The train leaves in that direction.

You were on that side, I was on this side.

You know what?
You should've gone under the train.

- As it passed, I managed to get back on.
- Damn it. You should've been run over.

A pinball machine? You play pinball?
Wait, that's great.

- Let's play. Does it work?
- He's taking the piss.

There's no more...

You haven't grown up one bit
in four months. Not a bit, have you?

I don't think that'll ever happen.

Stop smiling! Stop smiling!

Stop. Stop. Stop smirking.

- Stop smiling with your eyes.
- Like that. No smile.

Sorry, sorry, no...

Stop. Stop smiling.

I missed you.

I missed you, I missed you, I missed you.

I'll tell you one thing.

When I was on the other side of the door,
I wasn't feeling too cocky,

because I wasn't really sure
how you'd feel about seeing me again.

I was afraid you'd punch me in the face,
in fact.

- Given your shitty character.
- Ah, yes.

You haven't been flagged, have you?

Because may I remind you that
every cop in France is looking for you?

I'm sure that arse-wipe Miliotis
has me under surveillance.

Ah, yes.

Listen, if he shows up here, the good news
is he'll never find me in all your mess.

What about your brother? Did you find him?
Still have no evidence to prove he exists?

No. No, I looked for him everywhere.

But no trace of him. For all I know,

he's hiding at the other end of the world,
bathing in the sun.

Maybe he's dead.

I don't know. I don't care.
It's not my problem anymore.

Right. You're dropping it?
After all he's done to you?

I only have one life, and I've decided
that my brother isn't going to ruin it.

Have you ever ridden a camel
in the desert? You know, it's great.

- I could spend my life--
- What are you doing here, then?

They're making you pay for
standing up for me. So I'm here for you.

To get you out of the shit.
So, here's the plan:

We solve the mystery of the Puppeteer.
I mean, I solve it.

You get your jobs back,
and I go back to my life in the sun.

You think we can't get out of this
without you.

You can't.

Don't you think you've already
caused us enough trouble?

You know what? Go back to playing
Ali Baba with your camel

and let us sort this out by ourselves.

Go back to playing Ali Baba with my camel?

Yes.

And I accept your offer
to sleep here tonight.

Fine. You sleep on the sofa.

- Good night.
- Good night.

You could've just carried on
taking it easy

in the desert,

sipping cocktails incognito.

But no.

You have to come back here,
right into the lion's den.

Are you sure about that?

Yes.

I couldn't let my friends down.

I'm happy to see you.

I'm seeing less and less of you.

Didn't you used to have more tattoos?

Shit, I don't remember.

I don't remember...

- So? Isn't it better like this?
- It looks like your Forensic Institute.

It's too clean. It freaks me out.

Maybe it's too clean,
but it still looks dreadful.

I suggest you have breakfast and then
give me the low-down on the Puppeteer,

so we can start our investigation
with whatever we have.

What could we do better than
the dozens of cops working on the case?

Illegal stuff?

Forget it. It won't happen.

I'm done with illegal stuff.

I mean, Raph,
all that you've done is really sweet.

We need a classy hideout.

All crime fighters have classy hideouts.

Take my Forensic Institute.
It's got style.

And we also need a team.

A team with style.

BEST PATHOLOGIST IN FRANCE

Isn't this a stylish hideout?

Stylish hideout for a stylish team!

No.

No, in fact, it's raining now. So...

Stop, stop, stop.

Olivia, special mention for your outfit.
I love it. It's very...

Anyway, it's great to see you again.

Here we go again!

Isn't this thing a bit on the edge?

It's not on the edge,
it's downright pathetic.

Okay, so what's your idea, then?

You want this killer to stay on the loose,

killing whoever he wants,
whenever he wants?

Is that it? And kiss your jobs goodbye?

Well, since we're here,
do you have your post-mortem reports?

Fatim?

Okay. So...

Asphyxia by strangulation. Very good.

Similar cervical furrows...

Delta-9-TCH.

Puncture points consistent with
old injection marks. There you have it.

The first victim was clearly
a regular cannabis user,

the third one a former heroin addict.

If the second victim
also had addiction problems,

there's the link between our victims.

You think we're all bloody stupid? The lab
didn't find anything in the blood work.

But his body was found
the day after she died,

so you took blood samples
more than 24 hours after her death.

Look at that photo.

She was clearly
in the early stages of putrefaction.

Problem is that most drugs,

like LSD, ecstasy,
heroin and a lot of others,

disappear from the bloodstream
much quicker than that.

Toxicology was obviously inaccurate.

So all we have to do is
a good old vitreous humour.

Her cremation is in two hours. Forget it.

Two hours?

Plenty of time.

He dressed me up, he made me up,

he played with me like a doll,

he turned me into a puppet,

and you desecrate my body?

- I'm here to try and help you.
- Rubbish.

It's mostly yourself
you're trying to help.

That too.

But I don't see the problem, if it's to
stop your killer from doing it again.

I need to know why he assaulted you,
and you're the only lead I have.

You really see me as a drug addict?

You know, the propensity for addiction

is something you either have
or don't have in your brain.

One addiction or many?

Which one do you have?

Danger? Lise?

Death?

Or good food,

life...

And my friends.

That's why I need to see this through.

Who are you?

You knew Mum?

Not that well.

We met not long ago.

Are you on your own?
You don't have other family members?

No.

I only had Mum left.

You know,
this may sound silly to you, but...

Your mother is still here with you.

I mean, she'll always be with you.

The secret is to talk to her.
That's what I do, anyway.

You have to talk to her.

Talk to her out loud. Just talk to her.

I don't do it when people are watching,
of course.

I don't want to look like a lunatic.

But as long as you talk to her,

you'll make her exist,
and she'll be with you.

She'll see you grow up.

She'll be proud of you, and she'll always
be there when you need her.

I'm sorry for your mother.

Hang in there.

Yes.

Commander Miliotis.
What a tremendous pleasure.

Likewise, Costes. Likewise.
And where are you heading?

- To the beautician.
- Give her my best regards.

But you really need to hone
your lying skills.

I don't suppose you have a warrant,

the only thing that would make me talk
to an arsehole like you...

I wonder if your leaving is not due to
a complaint by a delivery boy

who had his bag stolen last night
containing your order.

It's strange because my men saw
a delivery boy enter your building.

- Really?
- Really.

Costes, tell me where Balthazar is.
Right now.

And I'm talking about Raphaël,
not his imaginary brother.

Pastourelle Street.

She does bikini, moustache,
even the bum crack.

Shall I make an appointment for you?

Very witty, Costes. Very witty.

Congratulations, Camille.
We almost had to wait for you.

Yeah. But Miliotis knows you're back.

He was waiting in front of my building.
He knows about the delivery boy.

It took me an hour to lose him.
He's got his poodles on my arse.

- Let's stop this. It's too dangerous.
- No, no, no.

No, we don't stop anything, because
we just got the results from the lab.

Olivia?

There are traces of amphetamine in
the vitreous humour of the second victim.

They were all drug addicts.

That's the key, how the killer chose
his victims.

- All we need to know is how.
- Maybe the victims had the same dealer?

No, definitely not.

The third victim had been clean
for ten years.

Dealers don't last that long.
I don't buy it.

They were all mothers,
well integrated in society.

Their addiction was a problem.
They were trying to keep clean.

Jérôme, check Narcotics Anonymous.

Start with centres
close to where they lived.

That won't be easy. They were from
the Paris suburbs but not the same area.

And as the name implies,
the people there are anonymous.

We'd get access to the list
of employees and volunteers

if we hadn't been suspended, damn it...

Well, I might have the codes
of a friend of mine.

Isn't that a bit illegal?

Of course it's illegal. But they're cops,
so of course they do illegal stuff.

No, when you're a cop, you don't do
illegal stuff. Quite the opposite.

- It's a bit illegal.
- I think I'm on to something.

There's a volunteer who works in centres
close to the victims' addresses.

A guy named Adrien Julliard, 25 years old.

- What do we have on him?
- He has a record.

When he was nine,
his mother died of an overdose.

Can you believe it?

He spent three weeks in the flat
with the dead body and his little brother.

- Oh, shit...
- Let your colleagues know. It's him.

He's taking revenge on addicts by making
them be exactly what his mother wasn't:

perfect housewives.

I've got good and bad news.

Bad news is Adrien Julliard is not home.

Good news is
they've arrested his brother, Nicolas.

Yes, the judicial police have him
in custody.

He knows where his brother is hiding
but won't turn him in.

We absolutely must know where
he's hiding before there are more victims.

- Yes.
- Don't worry. I'm here.

I can make him talk.

Olivia, do you have thiopental?

Not even in your dreams.

Come on, thiopental...

Guys, what's that "pental" stuff?

Thiopental, a fast-acting barbiturate,
a chemical that affects GABA receptors.

It causes sedation and alters thinking,
planning and consciousness mechanisms.

It's hard to lie under these conditions.
Ideal for conducting an interrogation.

If I gave some to Olivia, she'd certainly
say that Balthazar is a true genius.

So it's a truth serum?

You could also call it that.

But it's totally illegal.

No, wait, wait, wait.
She says it's totally illegal.

You should know that,
from a strictly legal point of view,

it is illegal.

So what?

The cops will be stuck with the lawyers,
the media, the prosecution service.

We don't exist. And most importantly,
we can prevent a fourth murder.

Yeah, and how do you intend to
inject him with that stuff?

Well, somebody has to check Nicolas's
compatibility with police custody, right?

The rabbit is out of the hat.
I repeat, the rabbit is out of the hat.

Well, forget it.
A doctor was there before me.

- Okay, then. On to plan B.
- There was a plan B?

Well, that's great.

I've only got a few minutes
to go and talk to Nicolas Julliard.

According to my intel, Roger, who watches
the cells, takes a fag break at noon.

Why noon?

Because of Linda.
Linda's on duty in front of the station.

He's been trying to nail her
for eight months.

He doesn't stand a chance
but doesn't know it. Whatever.

I walk in as if I was working on a case.

I go down the stairs incognito, and boom,
I pick the cell lock with a paper clip.

I've never done it, but if it works
with handcuffs, it'll work with locks.

That's great Jérôme.
But we're moving to plan D.

There was a plan C?

- Yeah, just curious. What was plan C?
- Forget it. Plan C was a dumb plan.

Okay, then, so what's plan D?

Well, it's the drag plan.

Drag?

Oh, damn.

Shit.

Okay, and that's not a lousy plan at all?

- Shit.
- Hey, he looks good.

What an arse!

Sir? I mean, ma'am? Excuse me, you...

- Hey! What can you smell, for God's sake?
- Chicken.

- What's he doing?
- I think he's doing the chicken.

Or the hen.

You spend a night in the nick
and see how that smells.

Hey, something to drink!
Did you get something to drink?

- Leave me alone.
- Give me something to drink.

Hey, calm down in there. Can you shut up?

Hi, honey.

- Come on. Go sit down.
- Yeah, I'll go sit down. I'll sit down.

Insulting a police officer is
a serious offence, Mr Bellanger, okay?

So we'll be keeping you for a while
so you have time to think.

Look at that arse.
Put her in my cell! Yeah, yeah.

Okay. Sit down.

Come on, get in.

Don't move. I'm taking the handcuffs off.

Honey, honey, honey.

Come and give me a hug.

Come and give me a hug. Don't be shy.

I also love different sexual experiences.

Yeah. No hug. No hug...

Damn, Linda is hot.
I can see why Roger's into her.

Nah, are you serious?

Oh, no, Raph.

You didn't lace my tea
with truth serum, did you?

Are you talking about your black tea with
tapioca pearls sitting on your scooter?

- I had to test the dosage.
- Shit, you arsehole.

You're an arsehole for doing that.
You're an arsehole.

I love you. I adore you.
You're an adorable guy.

Damn, this is going to be so long...

The bird is out of the nest.
I repeat, the bird is out of the nest.

Okay, it's 12:00 sharp. Here he comes.

Baltha, you have five minutes at the most.

Get Nicolas Julliard to tell us
where his crazy brother is hiding.

What's that? What is it?

Okay. It's just a truth serum.

I don't want to hurt you. I just want
to talk about your brother Adrien, okay?

I'll take my hand away, and you
won't scream, Nicolas. I trust you.

- My head is spinning.
- That's normal.

- You understand what I'm saying?
- Yes.

Great.

Do you know where Adrien is?

Yes. In the attic.

In the attic? What attic?

I never liked clowns.

Me neither, but what's the point?
Where is Adrien?

- You want the truth?
- Yes.

The truth is that Olivia is hotter
than Linda.

But less than you, honey!
Much, much, much less than you. I swear.

I was always afraid of those little eyes

and his mouth, this clown,
and his make-up...

It was awful.

- How much time do we have left?
- About four minutes.

So, I ran away, I ran away. Always.

I had my hiding places...

That's very pretty.

All right, guys, I think we're going to
have to buy a little more time.

- Okay.
- It's like candy floss.

Okay, I'm going in. Let's go.

Roger, Roger? How are you doing?
You have a couple of minutes?

- No, I have to--
- Of course you do. I want to talk to you.

It's about Linda. Linda.
Yeah, yeah. I noticed that you like her.

- It shows?
- It really shows, man, It shows.

At that point, I was so angry,

I stayed under the duvet
for at least seven hours.

I know a foolproof trick. You'll be able
to seduce her just like that.

- Go on, tell me.
- Yeah, yeah.

No, but I know this trick.
You tell her, and...

- I love that too. I'd love to.
- Yeah, that's pretty.

I had a costume like that.
I made it myself.

Nicolas.

You have to focus now.
Look me in the eyes.

Breathe. Relax. Listen to me.

I know that Adrien protected you.

I know he took care of you
when you lost your mum.

But now it's Adrien who needs you.
And you have to protect him. Understand?

We have to prevent him
from hurting other people.

Okay? So, where's Adrien?

With the clown. He's in the attic.

What clown? What's he doing with a clown?

He changes his voice and...

The clown is a puppet?
Your brother does a puppet show.

- Puppet.
- Okay. I understand.

The clown scares me a lot.

But it was the only way to stop me
from crying.

- But I was still afraid of the clown.
- And where was your mother at the time?

Mum?

She's downstairs.

She's sleeping.

For days now. It stinks.

Okay, their childhood home,

where their mother died,
that's where Adrien is hiding.

Okay, great. We'll find a way
to get you out. Congratulations.

- Shit.
- What the hell are you doing here?

- What are you--
- What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?
I'm here because I-- I had an appointment.

Shit! Damn it.

- And what are you doing here?
- What? No, I was just...

There's a rat in the underwear drawer.

Miliotis is here!

You...

What are you all doing here?

He's here. Balthazar is here.

- Who just walked in?
- What?

Who just went inside?

Roger. No, a drag queen.

- No.
- Yeah.

Hey! What are you doing here?

The drag queen who was there--
Where is he?

- I released him three minutes ago.
- Shit.

But it's fine. He said he was sorry!

- Get out of the car!
- Are you nuts?

Don't mess with me! You think I'm going
to believe you're here by chance too?

- What?
- You've already done this once.

This time you'll get prison time. Open it.

You have no right to damage my car
nor to search it without my consent,

much less threaten me with a weapon.

Penal Code, Article 78-2-3.

Yes, 78-2-4.

I can impound the car until
the prosecutor allows me to search it.

You have the right to hold it
for half an hour.

And if the prosecutor doesn't give you
permission before 30 minutes are up,

you have to let me go.

All right, we'll call him.
I have his mobile number.

Good luck. He's having lunch
with the minister of justice.

- He's a friend.
- Will you shut the fuck up!

This is my private property.
You have no right to do this...

Get out! Balthazar, it's over. Get out!

You won't be the man
who caught Raphaël Balthazar.

You'll be the one who caught
the Puppeteer.

Are you ready to negotiate, Commander?

Turn around! Hands up!

Don't move!

We said hands up, arsehole!

Baltha?

Balthazar?

Miliotis had Camille reinstated,
and Delgado is here. Let's celebrate.

Mission accomplished, my friends.

Your lives can go back
to how they were before.

But not mine. Not yet.

Eddy and Fatim enjoy life
like bunnies in heat.

As for me, I can't live in hiding,
being hunted down.

I need to prove my innocence.
To do that, I have to find my brother.

Meanwhile, Jérôme, life is like bowling.

Sometimes a curve is more effective
than a straight line.

Olivia, it looks like the office
is yours in my absence.

But it only looks like it, because
it's my office and always will be.

It's my office.

Take care of each other.

Eat chouquettes. Think of me.

But don't worry about me.

Camille, you might see me
everywhere at first.

Truth is, I'm going to miss you too.
But I'll never say it.

However,
you really have to stop eating junk.

Oh, yes, PS:

if you weigh seven and a half stone,

have a funny little face
and a ridiculous moustache,

don't look for me.

You won't find me.

But know one thing--

I haven't said my last word yet.

Captain, the rest of the stuff seized
from the Puppeteer--

Shall I put it here?

The door.

Hey, Camille...

Yeah, sorry.

Of course.

- He could have said goodbye to our faces.
- The idiot did it to cover our backs.

Anyway, until he finds his brother,
Miliotis will do everything to nail him.

And he's so cocky,
he thinks he can handle it all by himself.

I'll make you some coffee.

SEALED DO NOT OPEN

Alice in Wonderland.

There it is.

Alice in Wonderland?

It's my favourite book.
Kind of my lucky charm.

Oh, shit.

Jérôme!

ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND

Honestly, I don't see what the link is
between the Puppeteer and Maya.

Well, it's the sequel to Maya's book.

It's the same edition.
It has to be related.

- Oh, shit, shit, shit, shit.
- What?

Basically, Adrien and Nicolas Julliard--

When their mother died,
they went to a foster home.

At Saint Ursuline.

Look, at about the same time as Maya.

Okay, so that's the link.

So Maya and Adrien would have
known each other.

Camille, come and see
who was the caseworker at the time.

- That's Raph's brother, Alexandre.
- Yeah.

Of course.

He twists people
by messing with their heads.

He manipulated the Julliards
like he manipulated Maya.

And given Adrien Julliard's past, he must
have had no trouble pushing him to murder.

Alexandre is the trigger.

Wait, wait, wait. If Alexandre has
launched the Puppeteer now, it's because--

To get Balthazar out of hiding.

Because he knew he'd come and help us.
And he's probably found him by now.

The number you have dialled
is not in service.

- Please contact directory enquiries.
- That's not possible.

Where is it?

Click here, Commander. There...

What is this thing?

The most difficult thing
at the foster home was the rapes.

I ran away when I was 13.

I ended up in the streets.

I lived like that for six years,
I believe.

You think I'm Oprah Winfrey or something?

I don't give a damn about your life.

Our parents threw me out so they could
just be with you, their beloved son.

What I want to know...

Is why you told Maya to kill Lise.

And why you killed all the others.

Sabrina, Séverin, Margueritte,
my therapist...

What did they do to you, anyway?

I wanted you to feel what I felt.

The pain. The fear.

The violence.

This fucking gut-wrenching loneliness.

And then I started enjoying it.

You can't imagine how alive you feel
causing someone's death.

But I'm sure you understand
what I'm saying.

- We're the same. Aren't we, Raphaël?
- I'm not like you.

I've never killed anyone.

Not yet.

It was a good idea, coming here.

The problem is
you think you're indispensable.

"Raphaël Balthazar, the only one
who can arrest the Puppeteer."

But you're too proud.

It doesn't take much bait,
and you're on the hook.

That's why...

You're a Balthazar.

You too.

Do you think I was hiding here
for four months, doing nothing?

I've also been trying to get you
out of your rat hole

and, if at all possible, to somewhere
you wouldn't be a threat to my friends.

It's nice here, isn't it?

It's quiet.

I came across this.

PUPPETEER - FOR HIS THIRD
VICTIM, THE KILLER...

It's exactly the same noose
you used to hang Sabrina and Séverin.

As a forensic pathologist,
I've seen a lot of people hanged,

but nooses like these, only once:

you.

I knew right away that
you were behind the Puppeteer.

You must have manipulated him
or trained him or some shit like that.

And that's why I went back to Paris.

Because I knew it was a trap.

I just wanted to make you show yourself.

And here you are.

Who knows?
Maybe you're the one who fell into a trap.

What do you think?

Are you talking about the camera?

Don't worry. I didn't unplug it.

We're on, live.

Your plan worked perfectly.

- The cops know I exist.
- You know they'll be here any minute?

I don't get it.
What kind of game are you playing?

Raphaël, the game we're playing
can only end one way:

with your death or mine.

And I'm not going to kill you.
You're too--

You're too entertaining.

So I think that leaves only one option.

What are you still doing here?
Call Interpol!

Don't move!

Stop! Stop.

It's not that you don't want to.

It's just that you can't.

Stop!

Put it there.

I can't believe it, I just can't.
I can't believe it.

I mean, I bring you Alexandre on a plate,
you have his face on video,

his fingerprints on a glass,
but you still consider me a suspect.

Until the judge closes the investigation.
That's the procedure.

"The procedure." You're worse than Olivia.

You are innocent of the crimes
committed by your brother

but guilty of evading arrest
and obstructing an investigation.

No one can evade justice with impunity.

Aren't there any laws
against that sort of phrase?

With luck, you'll soon catch Alexandre,
now that I've done all the work for you.

Now that we have his description,
he can't show his face.

- It's a matter of time before he's caught.
- Like you caught me?

You're the one wearing an electronic tag,
aren't you?

- Hervé, are we done?
- All set, Commander.

Your tag is awful, by the way.
It doesn't go with anything.

- What can I wear with this?
- Just one thing.

Emptying your magazine on a target
at point-blank range

without ever hitting it--

That's unheard of.

I would never kill anyone.

Good night.

They got married and had many children.

That's how most stories end.

And it's almost over for us too.
You know why it's almost over?

You know why?

Because Daddy is back...

Daddy's back.