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QUEEN OF FIRE

BASED ON THE NOVEL "QUEEN OF FIRE" BY ALEXIS LECAYE

- Yeah, hello? - Hello, Martin?

It's me, are you busy?

- Heading to a hearing, why? - Damn, will it take long?

- You want me to pick up Rodolphe? - Please, I'm finishing an article

and I'm attending a press conference at the Sorbonne at 8pm.

OK. Don't worry, I'll fetch him.

Cool. Great, thanks.

Remember, I'm on a week's leave from tonight?

Yeah.

We could ask your mum to watch Rodolphe and go away for a few days.

Sounds great. Let's discuss it tomorrow?

OK.

- Give him an early night. - What time will you be back?

I'm not sure, I'd like to interview this guy face-to-face.

- If that means dinner... - OK, OK.

- OK, you've got until midnight. - Great. Thanks.

Enjoy your dinner and interview. Love you.

Great, love you.

- All good? - All good.

I've prepared some questions.

- Won't your peers wonder who I am? - There's only foreign journalists.

Well, there's a guy from Le Figaro, just don't ask too many questions.

A couple will suffice. Otherwise, just record the answers.

OK.

- Gonna tell me what you're up to? - Later.

- Is he hot, at least? - No comment.

- You're so nosy. Here. - Thanks.

Look, here's the first one.

He got on at the last station, before Place de la Bastille.

The weapon has a silencer and bag to collect the discharged bullets.

He alighted at the Sully-Morland stop.

He alighted the bus as inconspicuously as he climbed aboard.

The death toll was high. Seven fatalities.

This is the list of victims and a few extra details.

Photos in two of the victims' purses helped identify a couple:

Armelle Dicotta and Anne Rebatteux.

We don't know if they lived together

but they were close enough to be photographed together.

They both kept a copy of this photo in their purses.

We don't yet know whether the other victims were acquainted or connected.

There were ten other people on this bus,

seven were at the front but facing backwards,

and would have seen the carnage.

Not a single one heard or saw anything.

The perpetrator killed seven people in 38 seconds in a bus of seventeen,

plus the driver.

There you have it.

- Any comments? - The weapon.

I'd guess an Ingram MAC-10 or MAC-11.

MAC-11. Probably a .380 calibre.

I know one of the victim's names. Marion Delambre, the journalist.

She's Martin's partner.

Martin?

- Our Martin? - Yes.

- What are you doing here? - May we come in?

Sure, yes.

Keep it quiet, my son's just fallen asleep.

What's wrong, Olivier? Problems at the office?

Bélier, bloody hell, what's going on?

- It's Marion. - What about Marion?

- What happened? - There was an attack this evening.

A massacre on line 86. Seven people were shot on a bus.

Marion was one of the seven.

- At what time? - 8pm.

That's not possible, she was meant...

She was meant to be where?

At the Sorbonne. She had a...

A... kind of meeting.

- A conference and interview with... - The 86 goes past the Sorbonne.

OK. Yeah. And where did it happen?

Boulevard Henri IV. Just before the rue de la Cerisaie stop.

Opposite the Republican Guard barracks.

Yes, I see.

- Did we get the guy? - No.

Where is she?

With medical examiners, of course.

Right.

I'll go and see her,

and then I'll call her mother.

No, I'll see her mother first. Fuck. Shit. Shit.

I have to see her to believe it. Will you watch Rodolphe?

Of course.

- Who's leading the investigation? - Three groups will work together.

Mesnard, Vienne and Tureau, and maybe more later.

It's action stations at headquarters.

OK, well I'm off.

What are you doing here?

Why are you looking at me like that?

Where were you headed? You can't leave Rodolphe alone.

Martin, what's wrong? You're all pale.

- What's going on? - Where were you?

I told you I'd be home late after interviewing that guy.

Don't tell me you were worried about that.

A woman was shot dead on the 86 bus at 8pm.

She was identified as Marion Delambre.

What?

- That's not possible. - It is.

She was identified by her press card. Know another Marion Delambre?

Was it your card?

- Yes. - You gave it to someone?

To Sybil.

- Who's Sybil? - A friend.

What happened?

Seven people were killed on that bus.

Sorry, I need to inform HQ of the incorrect identification

of at least one of the victims. Sybil what?

Sybil Benveniste.

She works freelance for Vogue and Cosmo on environmental issues.

She didn't have her card,

so I lent her mine to give her access.

Do you have her address?

27, Boulevard Berthier, I think.

Married? Single?

No, she's single.

OK. Thank you.

This can't be happening.

- She and I were giggling earlier. - Excuse me...

I have to ask you, because you'll be asked this again.

If... your friend was doing the interview on your behalf,

where were you?

- I don't want to discuss that now. - As you wish.

But they'll be scrutinising the lives of the seven victims,

and investigators will question you for hours. They don't miss a trick.

I was with a guy.

- And Sybil was your alibi? - Yes.

She was desperate for this interview and I took advantage of the situation.

How long has this been going on?

This was the first time.

I don't believe you, about it being the first time.

Don't worry about me, but tell my colleagues the full truth.

They'll verify your statements.

If you're honest, they'll quickly let you go.

You weren't directly involved. At least I hope not.

- Martin. - If I were you, I'd stay there.

Go see your bloke and I'll look after Rodolphe.

Martin, Sybil's dead.

Seven people are dead, including your friend, and I'm off the case,

because my partner's cheated on me and her alibi's dead.

- You believe what you're saying? - Yes.

I don't love you anymore, it's over. Sleep with whoever you like.

- OK. Do I need to leave? - Yeah.

- Fine, I'll go and wake Rodolphe. - You could leave tomorrow.

No. Why would I leave tomorrow? You want me out.

So you'll wake a 3-year-old at 1am and walk out just to guilt-trip me?

What a bitch.

I'm tired, can we stop for tonight?

Just take the bedroom. Good night.

You live with journalist Marion Delambre?

- Yes. - What time did she get in last night?

Around midnight, I didn't check.

- Did she say where she'd been? - No.

- You didn't ask? - No, I was going to see her body.

Bélier and Olivier had just told me she'd died on the 86 bus.

OK, I understand that must've been a shock.

Yes.

And you didn't ask where she'd been?

No.

Apparently she'd been with a guy.

- It's best you ask her about that. - Yes, I will.

- Where were you at 8pm? - At home.

- Having dinner with my son. - OK.

Is that everything?

Can I have Marion Delambre's details?

Her address... Is it the same as yours?

- For now, yes. - Thank you.

There.

To be read, dated and signed.

- There, that's done. - Thanks.

- It was just a necessary formality. - OK.

Martin! One second.

I'm sorry your personal life's involved.

I'll do whatever I can to remove yours and Marion's statements.

OK, is that all?

Had your wife not been involved, you'd be leading the investigation,

and you'd have included me, but Vienne and Mesnard won't.

With a case like this, there's plenty of work.

Maybe, but they're used to working on big cases.

- Right, what exactly do you want? - I want help balancing things out.

I want a head start on those chauvinists.

Just give me a hand. I don't want to get screwed over.

They might be chauvinists, but they're good at their job.

- Anyway, I don't have access. - I'll supply information.

I'll inform you of any developments.

On such a complex case, you often need another perspective.

You can have that other perspective.

If you have ideas, we'll discuss them together.

That's all I'm asking.

- Could that work? - It could work. For what it's worth.

She's asking you to do free overtime.

Not a fan?

She loves the limelight and she uses people.

We all use each other. Everyone does. That's life.

Anyway, her offer appeals to me.

Just be careful. Jeannette would say the same.

- Heard from her? - She seems to be enjoying Brittany.

She's going to apply for a transfer.

- Can I speak freely with you? - Sure.

Marion had an affair, it happens.

I think you're angry at her because you were scared.

Her lie made you believe she was dead and that's why you can't forgive her.

Can you imagine what she's going through?

She loses a friend and feels responsible for her death.

Well, I'm sure her lover can console her.

- Know who he is? - No.

- You didn't ask? - No.

If Tureau feeds you information, you'll find out anyway.

I don't give a damn.

- Hey, Mum. - Hey.

- What are we having? - What do you think?

- Got lots of homework? - No, I did it at school.

- Can't you wait for dinner? - No, I skipped lunch, it was gross.

Hey, Emma.

- Hello. - It's me. Are you busy?

I'm working. What's up?

I've just been told Sybil won't be buried for at least 10 days.

Yes, that's quite normal. She's awaiting autopsy, it takes time.

It's my fault she's dead.

Do you know your female colleague who questioned me today?

Yes.

She kept asking me the same questions.

- That's normal, it's procedure. - It was horrible.

Sure. You screw a guy and your world collapses. It's not fair.

Sometimes I think...

I'll wake up and everything will return to normal.

Martin?

Yeah?

I wish I was with you right now.

- Is that everything? - No, wait, I...

I just wanted to say if you ever want to see me,

to talk or yell at me, I'll be there.

- Whenever. - OK.

TERROR IN CENTRAL PARIS

CID INVESTIGATORS READY FOR ACTION

Want some coffee, Dad? There's some left.

It's cold. Where's your mother?

- She's in Cergy with Emma. - Spending money we don't have. Shit.

- Shouldn't you be in school? - Yes, in half an hour.

Right, I'm off to bed.

Keep the noise down.

Anything on the bus floor sample?

- The vegetable pulp? - Yes, what is it?

It's being analysed. Either squash or pumpkin.

Seeds and fibres from the curcurbits family in any case.

- This was on the killer's soles? - I can't be certain.

We found it on the route he took and on the back seat,

which he sat on before shooting.

- Maybe he works at Rungis market. - Perhaps.

Or in a vegetarian restaurant, or a greengrocer's?

- Is it pumpkin season? - Yes.

Early June, you plant the seeds. Early October, the fruit gains colour,

and by the 31st they're ready for Halloween.

And if it's pumpkin, what can you look for?

DNA. Yes, plants have DNA, just like us.

Very similar, as strange as that may seem.

It might tell us where it's from.

Once we have a suspect, we can check if they've been around pumpkins

whose DNA matches the fragments we found.

Didn't anything on the bus seem weird?

- Like what? - I don't know. Something.

Even a something seemingly trivial. I know you'd spot it.

Flattery will get you nowhere, Martin.

Has Tureau showed you the autopsy reports?

No, not yet.

The seven victims were each killed by a single bullet,

which cut off or severely damaged the brain stem,

immediately stopping all vital functions.

This all happened within a minute

with a weapon known for its lack of accuracy.

No projectile left the victims' heads, which confirms the preliminary report.

.380 ACP cartridges,

low penetration depth to avoid ricochets in confined spaces.

There's perfect consistency between the cartridges and the weapon used.

Given the killer's skill and cold-blooded nature

your colleagues should take all necessary precautions upon his arrest.

Fuck's sake.

I'm sick of this. I always die in the same place.

Fuck.

You won't do any better.

Mate, I'd love to fly. Couldn't your dad teach me?

- No, he's not licensed any more. - Why? Because he left the Army?

No, he stopped flying, so he doesn't have enough hours.

Flying is expensive and requires maintenance.

But if he was still an officer, he'd fly, right?

Maybe, yes.

- Getting dolled up for a girl? - Don't be silly.

- Do I know her? - Cut it out.

The truth hurts, mate. I bet it's Maud.

- You don't mind watching my sister? - No, it's cool.

- Go find Maud already. - You're such a fucking geek.

I won't be long.

- Don't be noisy, my dad's asleep. - No worries. Later, mate.

Later.

We've got time.

Cyprien's watching Emma, he thinks I'm in Cergy.

- Didn't he ask you why? - Yes.

But he's used to me having my secrets.

I haven't stopped thinking about you since this morning.

See, I'm not lying.

You turn me on so much!

- Do I still turn you on? - Yes.

- You don't think I'm too old? - No, Louise!

A pumpkin is used as a stand-in for a head, like during Halloween.

All the victims were shot in the head.

Maybe he trained on pumpkins.

Yeah... and he trod in it after shooting some.

He knew what he was doing and left nothing to chance.

He had a specific plan and stuck to it.

Imagine if a passenger had cottoned on.

He'd have held it like a machine gun

and emptied three 45-cartridge rounds into the bus.

Yeah.

There'd be 25 dead, but we'd have caught him.

I doubt he had a real bus to practise in.

- He must have found an equivalent. - It's rubbish we're not on this case.

- Marion? - Yeah, I'm here.

- Hey. - Hey.

I'm just grabbing some things and I made a tea, do you mind?

- Not at all, that's fine. - I left the key on the fireplace.

Why not keep it? It'd be easier for dropping off Rodolphe.

No, I'd rather not.

I'm grabbing a beer, want something stronger than tea? Some wine?

No thanks. I don't fancy drinking wine at 3pm. Excuse me.

Sorry.

This is too hard.

When you fucked that lawyer, I gave you a chance. Give me one.

No, I can't.

- Why? - Why?

- You want to know why? - Yes.

I can't bear to live with you after what's happened.

I don't want to share anything with you.

I wish we'd never met.

That's horrible!

- What about Rodolphe? - Don't bring Rodolphe into this.

Yes, I screwed up.

Yes, I'll understand if you hate me for months...

No, together our lives would be rotten.

- Because I met a guy one time? - I don't believe it was one time.

Your lies came too easily the other night.

What did you think? We'd kiss and make up?

I'd forgive you? Stop you packing your bags?

Take you in my arms and say it didn't matter? Then what?

- We'd dive under the sheets? - No. Not that.

But... Maybe we don't need to separate.

We could get a bit of distance, see how that goes,

for a few days or months. I don't know...

And see what happens, right?

Give me your car keys and I'll load up while you finish.

- They're in my bag in the lounge. - OK.

Is something the matter?

No.

I'm happy here with you.

I could die a happy man right now.

My angel...

My sweet love...

I love you, Louise.

It must be almost half four, you should go.

I've still got loads of things to do.

I need to think about dinner. Got any ideas?

- Spaghetti bolognaise? - We had spaghetti yesterday.

- Maybe a chicory and ham bake? - Yuck, no.

It's delicious if you make it properly.

Go on, off you go.

- All right? Unlocked level four yet? - No.

- It can't be done, mate. - Everything cool with Emma?

Yeah, she's been doing her thing, I doubt she's noticed me.

- Is my dad still sleeping. - Yeah, I think so.

I haven't seen him.

- And how's Maud doing? - Don't you... Don't joke.

Here, mate.

Look, I'd better go or Mum will bollock me.

I bet she asks me to fetch some bread. I'm actually starving.

I wonder what's for dinner. Bye, mate.

A chicory and ham bake. Good luck.

The pumpkin residue's the best clue we have.

Really? Why?

Because the killer practised shooting them in a bus passenger formation,

then trod in it after blasting them. Like a precision military operation.

OK, a soldier, or someone with military training.

Yes, or someone with a soldier's mentality.

Fastidious, precise, forward-planning.

Lots of terrorists have military training. Anything else?

He's extremely organised, but solitary.

He's using an outdated model, which hints at his age.

He mounted this operation alone, which opposes the terrorist theory.

- Still no legitimate claims? - No.

- Fancy another? - No, thanks.

- What could his motive be then? - The usual.

Revenge, money...

It's odd there have been no claims. What does the super-group think?

They're obsessed with the lesbians.

They think it might be the ex-husband of Anne Rebatteux, the lawyer,

or an ex boyfriend or girlfriend of the other, the actress.

- Do you think it is? - No.

Where can you find a MAC-11 with a silencer and original ammo?

No idea.

In private collections, in seized goods, the American manufacturers...

Doubtful, they went bankrupt in '78.

Is there something else?

This guy could have used a sniper from a rooftop somewhere.

But he chose that location and weapon because it suited his objective.

Which was?

Kill seven people in a small space, without being noticed.

He killed them and crept away unnoticed.

- What does that prove? - I don't know.

Can't I trust you? You left your sister alone this afternoon.

That's not true.

- So she lied? - Maybe she thought she was alone.

If she needed anything, she could have called. Did she call?

I don't like her being alone in the house.

Sorry, Mum. I'm not irresponsible. Dad was here, right?

At least clean your room. It's a complete pigsty.

AFGHANISTAN: AMERICAN SOLDIER KILLS 16 CIVILIANS

Tureau. Leave a message.

Hey, it's Martin. Google "soldier + civilian massacres".

I think you'll find it interesting.

France has 60,000 soldiers stationed in Afghanistan alone.

We know that 20% suffer from psychological after-effects,

- which are more or less severe. - Yes, the famous PTSD.

You think a traumatised soldier could be the killer

behind the bus massacre?

- Is that what you think? - Don't you?

No, I don't think it's one of those poor young lads.

- What makes you say that? - From what you've told me,

the killer anticipated and planned the whole thing.

He executed his victims with efficiency, without remorse,

even though he took huge risks. And he got away.

That's what I'm saying. Such efficiency must mean it's a soldier.

He must have done commando training...

No, it could be a soldier, just not a traumatised one.

With post-traumatic stress, he'd mainly feel fear or anguish.

He'd have got himself caught or committed suicide.

I've seen the videos. The killer showed no such emotion.

He seemed much too calm, too precise, too controlled.

- So he had a rational motive? - Possibly.

So basically, he may not be mad, but he wasn't killing for fun.

No. Money, politics, revenge. Take your pick.

- No one has claimed this? - Not yet, as far as I'm aware.

In any case, whatever his motive, this man has no scruples.

- Hey, Ollie. - Hey.

- I just saw Florence. Lunch? - Sure, one second.

- Did you move Jeannette's desk? - Yeah.

- Where are her things? - In the box.

Look, Martin. Jeannette's on extended leave until who knows when.

Since I can't work the case I'm keeping busy.

- What does that mean? - What does it mean?

It means we're being kept off the case and you know why, and it...

really pisses me off. OK?

So I'm keeping myself busy.

DINNER'S IN THE OVEN SEE YOU LATER, BOYS!

Dad?

Dad?

Louise?

Did you think about Cyprien?

Just talk to him, I already know what he'll say.

And me. Did you think about me?

I don't want our lives to change!

What makes you think I'd find work any easier over there?

It would be even harder.

Anyway, I'm not leaving this house.

Well then you leave. You'll just do what you want anyway, as usual.

Oh, bloody hell!

- Morning, madam. Is Cyprien here? - Not yet, but you're welcome to wait.

- Are you all right? - Yes.

No, I'm not.

- What's wrong? - Nothing.

- There obviously is something. - Nothing, I said.

Let's enjoy this while we can.

What does that mean? Are we breaking up?

You know this can't last forever.

I'm not working. Pierre can barely afford the mortgage.

If nothing changes, we'll have to move to the south.

- Will you go with him? - This isn't my choice. Or ours.

I don't want you to leave. I don't want to lose you.

Me neither.

- Shouldn't you be at school? - I bunked off.

That's naughty.

- School's important, don't bunk off. - Don't worry, these classes weren't.

- Wait. What are you doing? - I want you.

- Hello? - It's me. How are you?

I'm fine. What's up?

- Are you still picking up Rodolphe? - Yes, like we agreed.

OK, I'll collect him on Saturday afternoon. Does that work?

Perfect. Yes.

- Well, have a nice weekend. - You too.

Thanks. Bye.

"Once upon a time, there was a shepherdess who ate her sheep,

"she had huge calves, huge buttocks,

"a huge chest, big yellow plaits, and big blue eyes.

At dawn, she rose..."

We studied soldiers' files and found nothing conclusive.

700 files were set aside for re-examination.

- No other concrete evidence? - Not apart from the massacre video.

We've watched it over and over.

Wait, this guy must take the 86 a lot, so other cameras will have filmed him.

The hard-drive films are deleted every few days.

He know where he caught the bus, but not where he came from.

I was possibly wrong about the traumatised soldier.

- What are you thinking? - The killer planned every detail.

He killed his victims efficiently and without hesitation.

He took huge risks and got away.

That's not traumatised soldier behaviour.

- We must be missing something. - Shit.

Everyone liked the Afghanistan idea. Even the minister...

Wait. Luckily, this guy's organised, he follows logic, takes no chances.

He does everything for a reason. Maybe we can anticipate his next move.

There must be something in the file that'll get us on the right track.

First, we need to know his motive. No claims, no ransom, is that logical?

Are you mad?

Cyprien could catch us. Didn't you think about that?

- How did you know Pierre isn't here? - His car's not here.

So? That doesn't mean anything. I thought you were smarter than this.

Go!

- I'm scared. - Of what?

- That you'll leave. - Well you're scaring me!

It's dangerous, you turning up without thinking of the consequences.

- OK, bye. - Wait.

Now go! Quick!

- What are you doing there? - Where were you, Aurélien?

I couldn't sleep. I went for a ride.

Via the window?

- I didn't want to wake you. - Went to see Cyprien, did you?

I don't like you cycling at night.

Will you tell Dad?

It's time you got some sleep.

- Got to dash. - Have some toast.

- Not hungry. - I'll drop you off.

- Need the car? - No, it's fine.

- Who's dropping me off? - We'll walk, let's take your scooter.

- Got a girlfriend? - No.

Where were you last night then?

I took a ride.

- Did you go to Cyprien's? - No, I just needed fresh air.

- Your mother's worried. - She's always worried. Ease off.

I don't smoke or drink, and I get good grades.

I know.

I know it's difficult for you, but you have to keep looking forward.

- Do you want to move? - No. My life is here.

Unlike at 8 years old when you packed your bags for south-east Paris.

If only we could have stayed there.

- Sadly, when you leave the Army... - Yeah, you lose the perks, salary,

- housing and pension. Come on. - We couldn't afford to stay in Paris.

- I'm sorry. - It was your decision to quit.

I had no choice.

Oh yeah? Your gendarme's honour, right?

You had a choice, but messed it up. Did your bosses keep their honour?

- You don't understand. - Oh sure.

Shall we go? I'm running late.

Let's go.

REPUBLICAN GUARD

- Hello? - He's drawing out the suspense.

Keep going.

- He's planning another massacre. - Know something I don't?

No, I'm on boulevard Henri IV.

He killed opposite the Republican Guard HQ.

He took considerable risk to show his contempt for the State.

It could have happened at any point along the route.

It could be coincidence.

No, he leaves nothing to chance. His motive is to humiliate the State.

- He'll do it again, whatever happens. - Even if he does, what can we do?

I don't know.

I think your holiday's over, Martin.

This isn't a young, depressed man with PTSD.

He's a killer in full possession of his faculties.

His motives are hate, revenge and a desire to kill.

We're looking for anyone fired from the Army, the Police,

or the Gendarmerie, in recent years, particularly the Army and Gendarmerie.

Not forgetting Police intervention squads over the past 10 years.

- There can't be too many of them. - Good.

I'm not entirely convinced, but at least your theory

narrows down the range of potential suspects.

- Thoughts, Mesnard? - We've started compiling a list.

There are 62 police officers who've been fired for various reasons.

40 in the Gendarmerie, 54 in the Army.

We're still awaiting figures from the Navy and Air Force.

Home and International Affairs haven't disclosed anything yet.

That's OK. One unit will go through that list.

Martin, Tureau, you'll organise said unit.

Mesnard and Vienne, liaise with Internal and External Affairs.

Ideally, we'd work alongside a gendarme officer.

To investigate them effectively we need to include them.

I completely agree.

Good idea. I'll see what I can do.

This is complicated as it must go through the General Directorate.

Let's just hope having the same director counts for something.

Another thing, I'd like to work with my colleague, Olivier Roche.

Very well. Thank you.

- Hello, Martin. - Hi, Myriam. Can I ask a favour?

Could you fetch Rodolphe? I'm tied up.

Sure, what time?

- 6:30pm. - OK.

- Thank you. I'll let the school know. - OK, take care.

Olivier, I'm going to need you.

Hi, this is Rodolphe's father. Hello, Headmistress.

Taken up smoking?

I need to talk to you.

- What's wrong, Louise? - I'm sorry. It's getting too risky.

You can't keep turning up unannounced.

- Sorry. - Let's stop for now.

- No. - I won't risk losing my husband

or being hated by my son. If they noticed...

Stop for now? That doesn't mean anything!

I'm in love with you. I love you.

I love it when you say that.

I hope you'll always say it so beautifully.

- You don't love me. - I do!

No you don't!

What's your solution then? We elope together? With what money?

Where would we live? What about school?

When the police question me about seducing a minor,

we'll look really smart. Is that really what you want?

How fucking stupid I was to fall in love with an old woman.

Listen, he's not eaten anything, he's tired, he's his bath,

- and now he's sleeping. - Is he ill?

He's not ill, he just snacked too much.

- What are you up to? - We're about to have dinner.

- You're not alone? - No.

- Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. - Don't worry, you're not.

See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

I know you, you're still crazy about her.

- Right, fancy making us a Spritz? - Sure.

You... I love you.

I love you. You're probably one of the most important people in my life.

And Isa. But I'm no longer in love with you.

And when I see you lovesick over Marion, I'm not even jealous.

- I'm just sad for you. - I'm not lovesick.

If you say so.

You're fine and dandy then?

- To love. - You're silly.

You're almost enjoying this.

You've played the hurt pride card, so she's the one repenting.

- She didn't leave when you cheated. - Yes, that's true.

But this is her getting vengeance, and I think that's worse.

LOUISE, I HAVE TO TALK TO YOU IT'S IMPORTANT!

SEND

She cheated, you decided to kill her.

No.

Martin, it might ease your conscience.

- No, it wasn't me. - But admit you wanted to.

I'm not in love, but I love him

and I know he'd never kill that bitch Marion.

See?

I'M WAITING FOR YOU BEHIND THE WALL

SEND

Here, I have to go.

- Getting anywhere with the bus case? - Not while I'm with you.

We'll be off anyway.

- What's all this Playmobil? - A gift from Myriam.

- Oh, you were with her last night? - Yes.

She consoled you about that bitch Marion?

- Did you sleep together? - You should leave.

Yes, we're going, but I don't want this thing.

It's your choice, but your son loves it.

Come on, Rodolphe. Let's go. Come here, sweetie.

- Bring your little car. - Are we going to Grandma's?

No, but let's take the Playmobil for Grandma's house.

Come on, let's go. We'll say goodbye to Daddy outside.

- He's spiky. - Spiky? Yes, Daddy's spiky.

Why did you go into that house if it's in ruins? That's dangerous.

I just did, but that's not what's important.

Fine. You saw a guy who's put pumpkins on chairs

and he shot at them. Maybe he's a lunatic?

A lunatic with a machine pistol.

- What should I do? - I don't know.

Call the cops.

Is there something you haven't told me?

When the guy left, I heard his motorbike.

And?

It sounded like my dad's Harley. I hope it wasn't him.

Why would it be? Loads of people have motorbikes.

- And can operate a machine pistol? - Does he have one?

No. I don't think so.

I don't actually know.

I must go. Cyprien will be back from football soon.

Wait. Did you hear about the bus attack in Paris?

Yes. Why?

The killer was behind each victim and shot them all in the neck.

- That's exactly what this guy did. - Maybe he was copying the killer.

Like idiots who go paintballing. He thinks he's the big pumpkin killer.

- It's a bit weird though. - People do weird things.

I'm sleeping with someone my son's age.

That's weird too, right?

I'll think about your conundrum, but I have to go now.

Louise!

I'll see you as soon as I can.

As long as you stay calm.

Hello. This is Gaëlle Le Bihan, Gendarme Captain.

The administrative board have assigned her to work with us.

- Welcome. - Thank you.

Take a seat.

Administrative? Is she best placed to talk about her former colleagues?

I'm helping list all gendarme officers fired in the last 10 years, right?

A list isn't enough. We're curious as to why they were fired.

Sorry, but I think we need someone from Internal Affairs.

The Gendarmerie must have one, and corresponding files.

It's called the IGGN, as of 2009. I worked there for 8 years.

- You can access all files? - Yes.

And I had personal contact with most of the people fired since 2000.

I was in charge of the Ethics Committee.

The Police surely have an equivalent committee? No?

Not as such.

OK. Shall we merge our lists?

Yes, but I must keep my superiors informed.

No. Nothing leaves this room. That's non-negotiable.

40 officers have been discharged since 2000

- and three were asked to resign. - We actually counted around 60.

- How many came from elite squads? - We counted sixteen in the Police.

We count eight, including the three forced to resign.

OK, that makes 24. Let's get to work.

INGRAM MAC-11

- Gaëlle Le Bihan, gendarme. - Olivier Roche, cop.

So, for our new arrivals, I'll recap our progress.

Right, we're studying the files

of 24 police and gendarme officers who were dismissed.

We've filtered these 24 according to their physical attributes.

And of the 24, four police officers and zero gendarmes

were ruled out for purely morphological reasons.

Two of them were taller than 6.5 feet, the others were too portly.

We've digitalised the killer's figure.

We estimate his height at 1.75m and weight at 70kg.

It's unlikely to be a woman, but we can't completely rule it out.

So, we'll systematically comb through the 20 files for biographical clues.

We'll take two or three each.

Let's find them, their current occupation, family status,

state of health.

Right, one last thing. Do not directly corroborate this information

by calling their former colleagues or family members.

This investigation remains airtight for at least 48 hours.

Come.

- Want some? - No thanks. I'm not thirsty.

I found the weapon.

- What shall we do? - I don't know.

I don't know. Do you think he's planning another massacre?

You have to call the cops.

Maybe I can just mention the house and the pumpkins.

They'll search it and if it's really my dad,

it might scare him and put him off.

In any case, I know how he'll react.

Possibly, but make sure you call from a phone box.

Preferably from Cergy or Pointoise.

And if they ask questions, hang up after 2 minutes, at most.

- Otherwise they'll catch you. - Yeah, I know.

Hello, Vigny Gendarmerie.

- Hello. - Please speak louder, the line's bad.

There's an old mill, near Vigny,

where a man's been shooting carefully positioned pumpkins.

What? I don't understand. Can you speak up?

Listen. There's a guy...

just outside Vigny, in a mill, shooting pumpkins

carefully positioned on seats, like the bus killer in Paris.

Sorry? Can I have your name please, sir?

Goddammit. In Vigny, there's an old mill,

where a man is shooting carefully positioned pumpkins.

He's using a machine pistol,

an Ingram MAC-11, and wears a great hoodie,

- like the bus killer. - Yes, sir...

- Are you fucking deaf or what? - Wait!

Of my four dismissed officers, one is dead, another's abroad.

As for the other two, one's barman in Sète,

the other runs a construction company.

I believe neither is the killer. I could be wrong.

- Mine seem clean. - So do mine.

Right. Well, back to square one.

- What about those who've resigned? - What do you mean?

Some people resign.

Both from the Police and Gendarmerie, even if they forfeit all the perks.

Yeah, you're right. But it's rare, even rarer than suicide.

OK, I've got six resignations over the past decade.

- Generally for family reasons. - That means everything and nothing.

Yes.

I'll need to do some research for the Police.

- I'll start by getting some coffee. - Me too.

Yeah, I'm going too. Want anything, Martin?

A tea, please. Thanks.

Should he see a shrink?

You'd see a dentist if your teeth were bad, wouldn't you?

It doesn't mean you're mad. It's just help, which Aurélien needs.

- Don't you see? - Bringing up the past doesn't help.

- He'll get by just fine. - Oh sure.

HQ just received an email from the Vigny Gendarmerie.

That's in the Val d'Oise area.

"On October 6th, we received an anonymous call.

"The witness saw a stranger in a grey hoodie

shooting real bullets with a machine pistol in an abandoned mill."

That's in the Vigny commune.

- Hello. - Hello.

"After receiving this tip, we found the mill,

"inside which were a dozen chairs positioned in two rows.

Atop these seats were boxes and exploded pumpkins."

- Shit! Pumpkins. Where's Vigny? - Val d'Oise.

Wait, that's not all.

A pensioner claims someone stole 30 pumpkins from his garden.

That would back up that witness account.

Bruno Kerjean!

Bruno Kerjean. Former officer. Licensed helicopter pilot.

Weapons expert. He resigned in 2004.

He lives in Théméricourt, Val d'Oise. He works as a security guard.

Going from officer to security guard, he can't been too keen on hierarchy.

- It certainly matches the profile. - Where's Théméricourt?

- In the Vigny commune. - OK, let's go.

- Warrant Officer Chevillard. - All right?

We've surrounded Kerjean's house at the end of the road.

None of the occupants have appeared, no visible activity.

OK, thanks.

Kerjean resigned in January 2004 for personal reasons.

Before his transfer to Gendarmerie Special Forces,

he was with the Republican Guard, based at Célestins.

- Boulevard Henri IV. - OK.

12 years later, he kills seven people outside his old barracks. Why?

- Anything else? - He was sent to Saudi Arabia in 2003.

He resigned 2 weeks after his tour finished.

- Do we know why? - Not yet, but they'll let me know.

Right, it's secure. No harm done. Kerjean showed no resistance.

Otherwise, there's just his wife and daughter.

OK, shall we go?

You can go, thanks.

Superintendent Martin, CID.

You're Bruno Kerjean, former Gendarme Captain?

This holster's for an Ingram MAC-11 machine pistol.

- Where's the weapon? - Where did you find that?

- The garage. Where is it? - Usually in its holster.

- I recently lubricated it. - For October 1st?

What?

When you killed seven people on the 86 bus.

Outside the Republican Guard barracks. Right?

The guy on the bus?

You think it's me? You're crazy.

Seven people were killed by an Ingram MAC-11 expert.

You're an expert. You were in the Gendarme Special Forces

and you own an Ingram MAC-11. Therefore...

Why would I do that?

Anyway, I was on duty on October 1st, with my team.

- You can check. - Where's the weapon from?

- It's a memento. - A memento for what?

A gift from Argentinean comrades after training in South America,

12 years ago.

- Were the cartridges mementos too? - What cartridges?

The .380 ACPs used to kill the seven bus victims.

There was a 32-cartridge magazine and box of 200.

- I left them with the weapon. - Who has them, if not you?

- I don't know. - I think you do.

Who else has access to your garage?

Very well. Why did you resign in 2004?

- You can ask my superiors. - You won't answer?

- I foolishly followed orders. - Martin.

Come and see this.

It's their 17-year-old son's room. His name's Aurélien.

His mother and sister don't know his whereabouts.

He attends Cergy-Pontoise school. Here's a photo of him.

It's the most recent one. He's the one with brown hair.

- Is that your son? - Yes.

- Where is he? - I don't know.

Does he have the MAC-11?

Who's his friend?

Cyprien.

His best friend.

Where can we find Cyprien?

He lived in the next village.

They've been in the same class since year 7.

Where does he live now?

In the cemetery, with his mother.

He died 3 months ago.

Does your son know Paris well?

Hey, Kerjean. Kerjean, are you hearing me?

When we left Paris, he was just 8.

Where were you living?

In the south-east, in Faidherbe.

Did he take the 86 bus?

Yes.

Sometimes he'd take the two stops to his school.

And every Wednesday to see me at the barracks on boulevard Henri IV.

Unfortunately, 17-year-olds have carried out massacres before,

but to invent such a precise plan and evade capture...

That's unusual, right?

- What else do you know about him? - He's a fairy solitary boy.

A good student. Loves video games. Not violent.

Any recent upsets among family and friends?

Yeah, his best friend and his best friend's mother

died in a car accident 3 months ago.

Could that explain his mental episode?

I can't answer that without knowing more about his past.

No, that's all I can say, for now.

You should probably find him.

That's what 10,000 cops are trying to do.

- Do you know what he's wearing? - What he's wearing?

What he's wearing...

- Does he have a bag? - Yes.

- What colour? - Black.

I can't find his black sweatpants. He must be wearing them.

Recognise this woman?

Yes.

It's Cyprien's mother.

He was always at theirs, he must have nicked the photo.

- Unless she gave it to him? - No.

Well, I don't know.

Is she married?

Yes, she was married. She died with her son.

What happened?

They were hit by a lorry on the A15 motorway.

They were going on holiday.

- Does her husband still live here? - I don't know.

There's a for-sale sign outside their house.

Hi, Martin.

I think I know where the next massacre might take place.

- What were you doing in Argentina? - Ever take your son to the cinema?

When we lived in Paris, almost every Wednesday.

Did you go to one in particular?

Yes, in Bercy. We loved going when I was off-duty.

- Who's that? - His best friend's mother. Look here.

He's targeting the cinema in Bercy.

- If we evacuate, he'll be alerted! - Not if there's a power cut.

Hi, Boss.

Yes?

Perfect, very well.

The auditoriums are empty. Nothing to report.

Bloody hell.

What if I was wrong? He could be at the MK2 cinema.

Or on the Champs-Elysées or Les Halles. Anywhere. Shit.

We know more about Kerjean's 2004 overseas mission.

- Apparently he defied his orders. - He told me otherwise.

Either way, he began leading an anti-terrorist operation

and killed a dozen people who'd met in a house.

Not terrorists?

No, just democratic opposers of the dictatorship. They were unarmed.

Defied orders? I doubt it. His file says he's an exemplary officer.

He must have been a scapegoat. I don't buy it.

Excuse me.

Can we zoom in there?

His own father was responsible for the massacre of innocent civilians,

and 10 years later,

the son massacres seven people opposite the Republican Guard?

Well, it's obviously linked.

Sure, but I don't understand the logic myself.

It's a psychological self-identity phenomenon.

Have you heard of dissociative identity disorder?

- Is he schizophrenic? - No, it's nothing like schizophrenia.

Schizophrenia's a disintegration of one's personality.

Dissociation is when you take on another identity,

you're no longer yourself, you become someone else.

I forgot to tell you, he had an affair with his best friend's mum.

- The one who died? - Yes.

Well...

If the woman he loved is dead, he has nothing to lose.

By becoming his father, he's hiding from his despair,

and, simultaneously, he avenges his father.

So he think he's his dad or he's avenging him?

Both. He doesn't want to be Aurélien any more.

He's becoming his father and avenging him.

Can that help us nab him?

Do we know who denounced his father?

- An anonymous tip. - Maybe it was Aurélien.

So he basically denounced himself? You've lost me.

Look, there must be a conflict

between Aurélien and the identity he has created for the killer.

That means, if he made the call,

- we can bring him back to reality. - OK. You think that's possible?

Yes, if someone brings him back to his Aurélien identity.

I'll send a car.

What if he decided to simplify things and attack nearer home?

No, it must be linked to his childhood.

- His Dad used to take him to Bercy. - I hope you're not wrong.

- Thanks for the vote of confidence. - Don't, Martin. Now's not the time.

Excuse me.

Hello, sir.

I hope so.

We can't cover all of Île-de-France and we believe Bercy's the target.

And I take full responsibility.

Very well, sir. I'm coming.

I'll be more useful over there. The Minister wants to see me.

Thanks!

- Hurry up, or we'll miss the film. - What time's it on?

- In 5 minutes. - Yeah, we should hurry.

- Anyway, his classes are crap. - The cinema's a better option.

- We just ask the others. - I don't get his class.

- Popcorn. - You'll get fat, mate.

- I'll get salty then. - A soft drink.

Two tickets for...

Sorry, we've cancelled the showing due to technical issues.

- You'll have to catch the next show. - Let's watch something else.

There's been a general technical failure. We'll resume films soon.

- Let's go to MK2. - No, that's ages away.

- When will you resume films? - The next showing's in 2 hours.

- 2 hours? - Probably.

- Damn. Well, thanks. Bye. - We won't have time.

Technical failure.

As a killer, Aurélien's adopted his father's identity,

- but he's fantasising... - Take my place.

- Management have called me in. - OK, thanks!

As a killer, Aurélien's adopted his father's identity,

but he's fantasising. So to bring back his teenage identity,

to bring Aurélien back, we'll need a lure.

Something strong enough to bring him back.

Another calming, comforting, loving fantasy.

This woman who loved and guided him. He can be safe with her.

He can be Aurélien with her, until he remembers the horrid truth

that she's dead.

- What? Is that too simplistic? - No, not at all, Florence.

But there's no point speculating. We need to act.

- What did this woman look like? - Like this.

What was her name?

Bear with me.

Hello, Tureau?

- What shall we do? - I dunno. Go to the music store?

Aurélien.

Aurélien, it's Louise.

I know you're there.

I want to talk to you.

- I'm waiting for you. - You're waiting for me?

Where are you waiting, liar?

Aurélien. It's Louise.

- Louise is dead. - I want to talk...

Aurélien?

Aurélien. It's Louise.

I want to see you.

I want to talk, I have things to say, darling.

OK, I see him.

- He's outside the cinema. - Aurélien?

He has a grey cap, red T-shirt and loose jeans.

I'm going down.

Aurélien.

I want to see you. We need to talk. I have things to tell you, darling.

Hello, Aurélien.

I'm a friend of your father's.

Everything's all right. Lower the weapon.

Look, I'm taking off my jacket.

And I'm putting down my gun.

Martin, talk to him as if he's his father.

Captain Bruno Kerjean, lower your weapon.

"My angel, my love, I'm yours forever."

Aurélien. It's Louise.

My angel, my love.

I'm yours forever.

My angel. My love.

- I'm yours forever. - Louise?

Aurélien, can you hear me?

- My angel. My love... - Louise?

- I'm yours forever. - Louise?

- My angel. - Louise?

My love...

I came to find you, my love. You can come and live with us.

- With us? - Cyprien and me.

- Did you tell him about us? - Yes.

- He isn't angry? - No.

He understands.

Let's help you get out of here, my angel...

My love...

Here's what we'll do.

ONE MONTH LATER

How can the Gendarmerie lend soldiers to foreign countries?

- Does international law allow it? - Yes.

France has civil and military cooperation agreements

with many countries.

And do these cooperation agreements apply to dictatorships too?

Yes.

So based on an alleged terrorist plot, this Emirate's government

asked the French government to lend it a Special Forces unit,

the French agreed,

and Kerjean was placed under the direct orders of said government?

That's right.

Captain Kerjean was instructed to eliminate a terrorist group.

He followed orders, as if they came from his own superiors.

Unaware that he'd killed the opposition leaders,

who had been labelled terrorists.

Thus allowing the local authorities to keep their hands clean.

Was the French government aware that by lending Kerjean and his unit,

it was being manipulated?

I don't know. You should ask the ministers involved back then.

Of course. And in your opinion,

why did the French government dismiss Kerjean after this massacre?

To shift the blame away from politicians, I imagine.

He was their scapegoat.

And Bruno Kerjean just willingly resigned?

He could have revealed everything.

Soldiers aren't there to judge the actions of politicians.

Captain Kerjean respected his institution's motto to the bitter end:

"For country, for honour and for right."

Thank you.

Can we establish a direct link

between Kerjean's mission and the deaths on the 86 bus?

All we know is that Aurélien Kerjean was a fragile,

and unstable young man, made even more so

by his father's fate.

Those seven innocent people killed outside the Republican Guard barracks

would surely still be alive if Kerjean and his unit hadn't been sent

to kill the democratic opposition to the country's government.

A country with which France still has billions of euros worth of deals with.

That's all for today. Thanks for watching.

Next month, on Shadow Zone, we'll hear another amazing witness account...

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