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Soft music Eagle cry

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-I like it when It’s the guys who work.

Ah, the bags! I'll get them for you.

Did you stay to help?

-Look, Mathilde.

-Where did you find this, Maya?

-It's the man with the flowers who gave it to me.

-Where is he?

-He left.

What is it?

-Come home, Maya.

-I want to stay at the party.

-No, come on. Eliza, come home with Maya.

-Is there a problem?

We're going to play a game.

-No, I want to stay at the party.

-Mathilde, are you okay?

Dark music

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-Voilà,

the second eye is placed.

Calm music

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-Did you hear?

-What?

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Mechanism

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Oppressive music

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Barking

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Hululement

Oppressive music

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woman scream

Fracas -Non !

Non !

-Mathilde ! Mathilde ! Mathilde !

--- Mathilde, open!

-Let me try.

-Non !

-It's closed. I'm going out to see if I see something.

-Open me, please.

-Who is there?

Fracas

Moans

-Non !

Fracas

-Hello ? *-Castellane gendarmerie.

-They are trying to kill my daughter, I can't open.

Come right away. *-Where are you ?

-At the Black Pine! *-We'll arrive as soon as possible.

-Matilda!

Detonation

Shock

-What's going on?

-I don't know, break down that door.

-Is it armored?

-No, not the doorway.

Moans of effort

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Be careful.

Mathilde!

No, Mathilde.

No...

Mathilde, answer me.

Mathilde.

What happened?

-Call emergency services.

She's still breathing.

-It's not possible, there's definitely someone.

-We have an emergency at Pin Noir.

There is a woman who was attacked.

she has blood on the back of her head.

Come quickly.

-There was someone!

-I looked, there was no one.

Dramatic music

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-There must have been someone,

she was strangled.

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-Welcome on Marc's podcast...

-And Théodore Sainclair.

We will approach the story of a serial killer.

known as the Chameleon Killer,

*creating new identities after each murder,

*is one of the killers the deadliest in France.

*-We discovered the dysfunction

*systems police and judicial

to operate for 30 years.

Phone

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--- She breathes.

-Yeah, hello, mom?

-I wanted to warn you that Mathilde has just been admitted to the emergency room.

-Mathilde, at the hospital?

in his room.

-For what ? What happened?

She screams.

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She breathes.

-What's going on? Jo?

*What was it?

*-It's nothing, I'm in the climbing gym.

I'm coming. *-I prefer that you not come.

-No, I'm coming!

TGV horn

-I'm asking you for my article. No, it's your friend speaking.

-Sainclair? -Wait. Yes ?

-Jo Belisaire, radio intern,

a year ago. -Ah yes, I have!

I'm on the phone.

-Ah. -Yeah, excuse me.

No, I really need of this information.

She breathes.

*-Your attention, please,

*I remind you that smoking is prohibited.

this instruction.

-Sorry, would that bother you? to exchange with me?

Right next to it, a window seat.

-No worries. -That's nice, thank you.

-Hi, hello Pablo.

Josephine, is that it?

-Ah, well...

-Me, it's Théodore.

-I know. I was listening to your podcast, just this morning.

-Oh yeah? What season?

-The best: the one on Roussel, with your father.

-Obviously.

-Hello, your tickets.

-Good morning.

-THANKS.

Oh,

This is not the right place.

-We travel together, we had to swap places.

-Very well, have a good trip.

-I may have The coincidence helped a little.

-A little bit.

-What are you on?

-A woman attacked in a bedroom closed from the inside.

When we break down the door, there is no more attacker,

only the victim remains.

What?

-That's why that I'm going back, in fact.

The one who was attacked, she's my big sister.

Well, just like.

-Do you know what happened?

-No, no one understands anything. There was no other way out.

-Do you know the place well? -It's like my second home.

-Can you help me?

-No, I'm too close to...

-Exactly! It's important to you, so...

-I don't want to take advantage of his misfortune.

-Do you want to be a journalist?

-Yeah. -For what ?

-To do justice to people forgotten by the system.

-I agree with you.

The police want the culprit, we want the truth.

And we will find it together.

For Mathilde, your friend.

-Why me?

-You know the terrain,

people, and with my expertise, it will be a successful show.

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Are we teaming up?

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*Beeps

*-How is Mathilde? -She left the block.

She is in an induced coma so that the hematoma resolves.

-And Darzac has been warned?

*-Yes. He arrives from Milan as soon as possible.

I'll leave you.

-To all.

-It’s Robert Darzac, the former footballer?

-He's Mathilde's guy.

-But no ? How do they know each other?

-He often comes to fly his plane.

It's over there that they met.

He lives between Marseille and L'Artuby.

-It's very good.

If the future coach from Marseille is involved,

It’s bound to create a buzz.

Sorry...

-Yeah! -She is lucky

to be well surrounded.

-We have a connection.

-Already ?

-Come on, come on. -OK.

Wait for me. *-Your attention...

(-Piss off.)

-You had to convince her to stay in Paris.

-You know her, with his character...

-What are you doing here?

-I am the father of the victim.

I came to get some things.

-Chief Warrant Officer Roujou, in charge of the investigation. You don't have to stay here.

-When can I get them back?

-When the scientific police will have finished.

Leave the premises, please.

Calm music

-Look at the door.

I've never seen that.

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-It's good. I have the name of the investigating judge,

It’s Judge Marquet.

-Watch.

Soon to retire, it's perfect.

-Why “perfect”?

-She has already picked up, she doesn't care.

-We need a motivated judge!

-Except that a judge who is too picky

would prevent us from accessing to the information.

-Yes, not wrong.

-Ah, there you go! Great.

My contact at the PJ sent me the father's call. You know, right?

It leaked onto the cops network. He laughs.

That's good.

-Can I listen to it?

-Are you sure?

-Yeah.

-Okay. Are you connecting?

I have a Rouletabille there, is that you?

-Yes, it's me.

-Is that you? OK.

*-Hello? *-Castellane gendarmerie.

*-They are trying to kill my daughter, I can't open.

*Come quickly.

*-Where are you ?

*-At Pin Noir, hurry up!

-Isolate this track.

-Yeah.

J'isola le clips.

*-At Black Pine, hurry up!

*Double detonation

-Were there two shots there?

-Non.

You have to go to the yellow room.

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It's beautiful, isn't it?

-Yeah.

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-Anthony, can you stop? We go down, I saw Judge Marquet.

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Come on!

Go ahead, hurry!

THANKS.

-THANKS.

You're right. How were you able to recognize her?

Wait, it's you the hypermnesic, is that it?

That's it, I'll give you back. The archivist loved you.

He was calling you the walking encyclopedia.

-Hello, need help?

-My GPS is spinning. I'm looking for a village called...

The Artuby.

-It's all right, on the road to Castellane.

You will still have no network, but you will arrive at Barrême.

At Barrême, you go left, to the statue of the Virgin.

At the tobacco bar, Don't miss the bridge.

-And there will be network.

-Ah, well not. -But we're going.

If you're interested.

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-I hate mountain roads.

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-Are you going there for Mathilde Fabre?

-No! I love exploring the remote corners of the region.

I'm tired of these parties which end in tragedy.

-It comes down to that?

-The Artuby is still a good village

enlightened! He laughs.

to the ghost Faure.

-Fabre. Henri Fabre.

-Like the victim. -Quite.

Mathilde is one of his descendants.

-Ah, there you go! That's it! She's Catherine Fabre's little one.

Now we're talking about a guy which disappears by magic.

-He's not a stranger who attacked her.

-For what ?

-She was scared. We don't close his room locked for no reason.

No ? -Not wrong.

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-Ah!

We're coming.

-Oh yes !

I remember now.

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I am Judge Marquet. Warrant Officer Roujou is waiting for me.

-It's over there.

-Mrs. Judge!

We could go take a look. Joséphine has a lot

-Good try, journalists!

The press will not put an eyeglass in this matter.

I needed a GPS, you thought you were fooling me,

we're even.

-More...

Not so “off” as that.

-Yes, well...

-Michel !

How about you? -You shouldn't have come.

-But it's Mathilde... Do you have any news?

-She is stable.

I only hear his cry, in a loop.

-You did everything you could. -Non.

-Bonjour.

Théodore Sainclair,

-I'm going to get his things.

-I can go. -Non.

The police only allow me in the house.

See you later. -Yeah.

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-Merci.

-It's going to be complicated to go there

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-The victim's blood? -Oui.

We found her right here,

next to the bed.

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-Bonjour. -SO ?

-That's it, I have the plans.

-He will help us find where the attacker was able to escape.

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-There, it's not so bad!

-Jo?

-Yes.

They laugh.

-That, then!

Rouletabille remembers us.

-Stop, Blaise.

You will always be at home here.

She laughs.

Glad to see you, despite the circumstances.

-Me too.

-Hi. Fabien. -Théodore Sainclair.

-Hi, Jo.

-Eliza.

-It's the last one, Jacques.

-I know what happened.

Sigh (-Here we go again.)

-Mathilde will be 45 years old. It's the ghost!

I saw it!

Henri Fabre killed his wife and all his descendants afterwards.

Now it's Mathilde.

I saw his black cape

through the window.

-His black cape?

-Stop, Jacques.

You are hurting the village.

-Yes, the scientist noted a bullet hole right there.

-Have you found the weapon?

-The attacker must have left with it.

-Where?

-Not that way: under the floor, it's a concrete slab.

It's impossible. The windows,

I checked...

The bars are sealed. And the walls, impossible.

-And through the chimney?

-I checked too: it’s It's been condemned for years.

-So there is only one outcome:

the door in front of which were there 3 witnesses?

-Yes, exactly.

-The attacker did not disappear like magic!

Who installed something like this?

-Michel Fabre,

the victim's father.

-A father who would do that for his daughter?

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(-Take everything.)

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(-No.)

(-But yes.) (-Stop.)

(-Why not?)

-Sorry.

-Will you send me the invoice?

-Yeah, it works. -Great.

THANKS.

-See you later.

-Great, your podcast.

She laughs. What ?

-You haven't read it. -What ?

Of course it is! Twice, even.

-Is there a hotel nearby?

-The Black Pine, but it's going to be complicated.

-You can stay with my mother, if you want.

-Sure? -Yeah. We have a guest room.

-Come on, OK.

-Sorry.

-Where were you? You had to clear it.

-With Max, for the cheese.

-As usual.

-You know them well.

-In a small village, we all know each other.

-Yeah. And Fabien?

-He's like my brother, I've known him forever.

-On the other hand, Eliza, you don't seem to like it.

-What are you talking about?

It's right there.

Okay, there you go.

He laughs.

-Oh, wow.

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It's really...

typical!

What is this story? ghost?

-It's Henri Fabre,

great-great-great-grandfather of Mathilde's mother.

His wife wanted to leave him so he killed her.

He committed suicide by swearing to kill his descendants

before they turn 45.

-It's a grim legend. Anyone still believe in it?

-Yes, it's crazy, but they are all died either by accident,

either by illness, or by madness.

Catherine is dead

a few weeks later his 45th birthday.

And Mathilde will be 45 years old in ten days, November 20.

-That's good.

A village of enlightened people, the suspect is a ghost

with a black cape. -I don't want

make fun of my village.

-Sometimes we have to reduce people have archetypes

to humanize the victim, that's all.

-To humanize a person, do you dehumanize others?

-Don't get upset, it's okay. -It's okay,

let it go.

-Okay, we need to ask the other witnesses.

-Yes. -Jacques is not in good condition.

Who was the third witness?

-Max, a somewhat wild shepherd.

-Here we go. -No, I'm going alone.

I don't bring the archetype of the Parisian contemptuous of me.

-No, but wait...

Well, it'll be nice.

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-I don't see why

you get carried away like that. No death, zero buzz...

We just have the AFP dispatch.

-Sacred mystery!

of Darzac, the former footballer.

And the villagers talk about a ghost.

-A ghost?

*Seriously ?

-I know I messed up the last season,

but there, I hold something,

*I swear.

-The two seasons without your father have been hard.

*Maybe you should hang up.

He wouldn't blame you.

-It's a gold mine, this story.

Trust me.

-Okay, look, you have a week.

*If we are not convinced, we stop.

-Okay. THANKS.

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-A ghost!

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- Hello.

-Ah, Jo!

Do you have any news?

-Just that it is stable. Luckily you were there.

-It didn't save Mathilde.

-Well yes, precisely. What happened?

-I helped tidy up the village square and then...

I heard her scream.

-From the village? -Yeah.

-It's still far away to hear him scream.

Did the others not hear anything?

-You had Blaise and Pierrot, between age and alcohol!

-How are you ?

-Yes, it's okay. I twisted ankle while running at Pin Noir.

Portable

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Ghislaine?

-One of my sheep was disembowelled.

-Oh shit.

*Probably the wolf.

-Damn, Max, here we go again.

I'm coming. I have to go.

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-Do you have a weapon?

-Yeah, for the wolf, precisely.

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-OK.

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I...

I just saw Max. He didn't tell me anything.

He was too weird.

-How weird was he?

-He left limping,

with a weapon for a wolf story.

-Wolf? -Yes.

-Are there wolves?

-Yes, there are wolves.

It's perfect to complete our image of bumpkins.

-I'm stupid. She nods.

Pardon.

I'm not used to working with a person who is...

personally involved.

A door opens.

-Good evening.

-SO ? Any news?

-She is still in a coma. (-Fuck.)

-Michel is with her.

-Uh... Let me introduce you to Sainclair.

Finally, Theodore. It's...

-A colleague.

-Isabelle.

I've had a very long day, I dream of a shower.

(-OK.)

It's time.

-The moment of?

-To go see the yellow room.

-No, the scientist came by, there are no more traces.

-I have to check something.

-No, stop, you won't be able to enter.

No, Josephine. I'm not sure that's a good idea.

Howl

church bell -Come on!

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-It's closed, let's go. Come on.

-The attic window! The workers broke the handle.

It's above of the yellow room.

-OK.

Et ?

What are you doing ? Wait, Josephine! Stop!

-I go climbing since I was 6 years old.

Barking

(-Josephine! Stop!)

Moaning with effort

What are you doing?

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No, but don't do that, I'm dizzy, myself.

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What do you see?

(-The bars are well sealed, he couldn't have gone through that.)

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Light cry -Attention !

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Coups

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What the hell is she doing?

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She came home.

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(-Oh, damn!)

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(And shit...)

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-The impact... It's like that.

Oppressive music

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(Where is he?)

Where is this shine?

To be !

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(-Pick up...)

Phone on vibrate

She sighs.

(Now is not the time.)

Squeak

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--- Slow steps

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--- He walks away.

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(Oh, damn...)

He blows.

(-OK...)

(Gently. OK, come on.)

You're completely sick! -Shut!

There was someone. -Without kidding? I know, yes!

-Did you see his face? -No.

Metallic shock

-Come on, go!

-Stop! You can't be impulsive, we are journalists.

You have to be methodical, there are rules...

-I was right. -No, you were wrong.

-For the weapon.

We hear two explosions, but only one shot was fired.

The 2nd was the bullet that exploded. I found one of the fragments.

-Are you a gun fan?

-No, I know this weapon.

-Pardon ? -Yes.

-Should have said it sooner.

-It's the ball from an old Remington.

Poorly cleaned, it scratches bullets,

what causes an explosion of the bullet's armor.

-You don't answer me. (-Fuck.)

-Joséphine, you knew very well...

-It belongs to Michel, OK?

-Mathilde’s father. -Yes.

Except he wasn't the one who shot. Someone must have taken it from him.

Nobody knew this Remington.

-You, already.

-I was the exception.

In high school, he taught me how to shoot.

I promised not to talk about it.

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-Talk to him.

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-Yes.

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-There is an armored door, a window with bars...

It's not possible, where did he go?

(It's crazy!) - Madam Judge.

Inspector Larsan.

-In charge of the case Mathilde Fabre.

The famous, the one, the unique,

capable of solving the mystery of the yellow room.

-I'm just doing my job. -Yeah...

So they woke me up at dawn to announce to me the arrival of the messiah.

How did you find me? The journalists ratted me out?

-Journalists? Is the press already on the scene?

-No, it's two local kids.

As I told the Prefect, Miss Fabre will wake up,

she will be able to reveal to us what happened.

The police does his job well.

A man of your talent must be requested elsewhere.

-You know the greatest scourge of our society?

Violence against women.

There is no better job of my time.

-This is the first time I've heard that in 30 years of career.

Is this subject important to you?

Or your superiors are interested in the matter before the elections?

-I won't bother you anymore.

Thanks for the plan.

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(-Asshole.)

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(-Hi.)

-She's still not awake.

(-The weapon used, It's your Remington.)

(I know it's not you.)

(But who is it?)

(Where is the weapon?)

-I panicked, that's it.

(-What?)

-I was accused for the death of Catherine,

so I said to myself that if they found my weapon there...

I hid it.

-But where? Where did you put it?

We'll explain this to the police. -No, no!

-They need to see the weapon.

There will be clues to find the attacker.

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(It's going to be okay, two witnesses exonerate you.)

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Michel Fabre, the father,

Jacques Arras, a family friend.

They stuffed animals.

There's not a lot of variety activities around here.

They heard a crash, a scream and above all a gunshot.

There's a bullet hole right there, but the weapon was not found.

The room was closed from the inside.

A few minutes later, Max Bret has arrived,

he managed to break down the door.

They found the unconscious victim.

We followed the procedure,

collected DNA from the victim and on witnesses.

The room was searched and probed. There is no secret door,

no access or to the ceiling, nor under the floor.

And the chimney is boarded up.

The mystery of the yellow room lives up to its name.

if not the one

of the ghost Fabre.

-Adjutant... -Chief Warrant Officer.

-Before falling into the paranormal, we must consider reality.

-Even if it's impossible?

-You must not change

the laws of physics to adhere to the facts.

the version of the facts.

If this is not possible, that’s because it didn’t happen.

So someone is lying.

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But who?

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-He gets me drunk, that one.

-I'm relieved

to see that Jo is not alone in Paris.

She's so secretive.

-She's not coming back to see you, with your husband?

Sorry, this is tricky...

-No... I don't have a husband.

And Jo doesn't have a father.

Well, yes, of course,

but he was never part of our lives.

Your parents are still together?

-Yes.

Well, they were. My father died two years ago.

-I'm sorry.

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-What are you doing?

-Jacques Arras saw a silhouette running away.

-Yes, finally...

We are talking about Jacques Arras.

-What do you see there?

-A garden.

Des spots.

-Light spots.

And this one is different.

He is inclined, the glass is broken.

And you have traces of blood here and there.

Our attacker must have been there.

Bring that bright spot as quickly as possible possible in the lab, adjutant.

(-Chief Warrant Officer.)

Hubbub -No, no, no!

-Did victory cement your position as OM coach?

-The woman I love was attacked and you talk to me about football? Asshole!

-Access is prohibited.

-You can't find the guy who wanted to kill my fiancée,

you let his identity leak and you prevent me from entering?

Open this door.

Open this door!

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(Can I stay?) -Yes.

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-I'm here now.

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-135 euros, Madam.

Light hubbub

-Yes ? What is this for?

-We want to speak to the manager of the Fabre investigation.

-Yes, it's me.

-Someone else.

Embarrassed laughter

-Excuse her. What's wrong with you?

-Someone who will listen to us.

You want to talk from Inspector Larsan?

-He took the investigation? -Yes, this morning.

(-It's the best.)

Really.

-Blood tests,

I need it as quickly as possible.

-Inspector! Théodore Sainclair.

You met my father for our podcast on Roussel.

-Victor Roussel. Follow me.

-Yes.

I'm a fan!

We met in a hallway six years ago.

Sorry, I present to you Michel Fabre.

He has something to tell you.

(-Go ahead.)

-Excuse me.

-Are you taking him to my office?

-In your office?

-Finally, your office.

-Ah.

Are you coming with me?

In my office.

-It's great.

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Joséphine Belisaire.

-Yes, it was me in the yellow room.

What were you doing under the bed?

-Is... -I can work

with journalists respectful of ethics,

but people who interfere at crime scenes...

Adjutant? Take them home.

-I told you so.

-It's good !

Who does he think he is?

-It's the best, he has all the rights.

-I'm waiting for someone to come autopsy my sheep.

-Listen to her.

-Attends.

he's a human. -A feminine intuition?

-It doesn't look like to other attacks.

-What makes you say that he is a man?

-We're not going to worry of all the problems.

-The notches are wide, but not long enough.

With the wolves, it's a butcher's shop.

There, it was violent,

but not animal. And no organs were missing.

A wolf would have eaten everything.

-Can we come and see? -Yes.

-No. Can I talk to you?

-You take my statement, see that we can't count on Pierre?

-We just talked of your impulsiveness.

We can't scatter.

-The sheep was attacked the same night as Mathilde.

Two violent acts on the same night, is it a coincidence?

-Larsan wants more from us on the investigation.

-There, we're not going to bother him.

-That would make me happy. Move quickly.

- Shall we meet you at the sheepfold? -Follow me.

-Okay. Come on, come on.

-Théodore, what flair! It's great.

The buzz continues to build. The video of Darzac attacking

to the cop, everyone wants to know more.

Where are you? *-I know

everyone already.

I am with a farmer, you would see the table.

-Great ! Like this, we will be the first to broadcast the show.

-I'll send you the recap as soon as possible.

I have a new lead, but I want to be sure.

-Theodore, always too careful. Do you need help?

-Non.

*-Are you sure?

Without your father as your guide, it might be difficult.

We saw it on previous seasons.

-No, I prefer to work alone, okay?

*-Okay. Well done, in any case.

-Ciao.

-So...

-Are you helping me?

-Yeah. One two three !

-You see?

(-Yeah...)

It looks like a serrated knife.

-Oui.

-One, two...

Three...

Four... Five.

-The last time I saw this, it was in 98.

-Do you remember that?

-Just after Catherine's death.

-OK...

Oh!

He groaned.

-Okay, here.

-Yeah...

-Yes, go ahead, enlighten me.

Can you come this way?

He blows.

What is this thing?

-What ? -I don't know, there's...

something that shines.

-It's what ?

-It looks like a claw.

-It's a "C".

Catherine's "C".

It comes from Mathilde's pendant.

-A “C”?

No, but a "C", It’s common, right?

-At 7 years old, I broke a piece.

This one, the one that was welded.

-Okay,

but that was a long time ago. You're hypermnesic, but still.

-I don't remember everything and I don't have access to it when I want.

It's not always a gift.

That proves you were telling the truth.

-Thank you.

-That doesn't explain how did it get there.

-Has anyone come near? Did you see anyone?

-Sure.

-Isn't that you?

-Do you have any other questions?

-Well... Jo sighs.

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-Sorry for the wait, Mr. Fabre. You can leave it to us.

Annoyed sigh

-Should I close the door? -THANKS.

The door slams.

Before you start,

I find it strange that neither you, nor your daughter, appear

on social networks.

A man of your age, I understand, but for your daughter?

Do you forbid him?

-No way.

-We face with two mysteries:

who attacked your daughter and how?

So, looking at the plan, There is a question that bothers me.

Of all the doors of the Black Pine, only one was reinforced.

The one in the bedroom

by Mathilde, the yellow room.

For what ?

Who installed the mechanism?

-It's me. To reassure Mathilde.

-To reassure her or better control it?

-I wanted to show him that nothing would ever happen to him.

And I failed.

But who could blame Mathilde?

And above all, who knew where was my gun?

-We don't always understand

the motivations for his actions at first glance,

but the attacker, always has one, motivation.

Dark music

When we start such a complex investigation,

the first thing to do, is to look carefully

in close surroundings from the victims.

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And in the overwhelming majority of cases...

we find the murderer there.

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Just follow the trails which lead to him.

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But these tracks, you must follow them quietly,

methodically,

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Follow the switch element.

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-Tonight, you sleep in your bed, you're not coming to wake me up.

-Where is the gentleman with the flowers?

-It doesn't exist, the gentleman with the flowers.

-You made me ask? -Oui.

-It's okay, can I go?

-Of course.

-It's not too early.

-Mr. Fabre.

You can show us your prosthesis?

-Pardon ?

-Oh yes. And who made it to you?

-I made it.

-Like the door to the yellow room.

-Exactly, yes.

-It is November 10, he is...

-7:31 p.m. -You are in police custody

for attempted murder.

-You are crazy! -You are related to the victim,

the murder weapon is yours. You probably have a 2nd key.

You were alone in front of the bedroom door.

and come out without being seen.

You've been lying to us all along.

Dramatic music

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--- *Beep

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--- *Alarm

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--- Inspiration

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Calm music

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