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Rhythmic music

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*-Have you found Mathilde?

-She vanished.

*They don't know where she is, sorry.

-No !

Mermaids

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-The research brigade.

Please, quickly.

-Mathilde Fabre, 1 m 72,

45 ans, blonde. I'll send you the info.

-The suspect's name is Max Bret, 32 ans, 1 m 92,

mixed race.

-He knows the mountain, he will take advantage of the night to move.

-Come on, let's go.

-Here we go.

Calm music

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*-You were supposed to protect her.

-We'll find her.

-How can we help?

-You've already done enough.

*No initiative!

-I shouldn't have left her. -We'll find her.

-You're not going to do it.

-But Rob!

Calm music

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...

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-What happened? *-Mathilde Fabre

remains untraceable, Max Bret still running in the wild.

*-Bravo ! What do we do now?

-I'm going back.

-Wow... Quiet, quiet, Jo, please.

Look, it says 30. Josephine, please.

Acceleration

*-New reversal in the mystery of the yellow room

*which captivates the Verdon gorges for several days.

-Hello. *-The victim,

Screaming

*Max Bret, suspected of having kidnapped her, is wanted.

-I'm going to die or vomit.

Jo! But where are you going there?

-I have an idea to find Mathilde.

Here, it captures better, I will receive notifications quickly.

-Reassure me,

you didn't send a call for witnesses on social networks?

Jo, didn't you do that?

Damn...you're interfering on a police investigation.

-I'm not going to wait without doing anything!

-"Hashtag disparition", “toxic masculinity hashtag”?

It won't create a buzz.

She breathes.

So.

-"Hashtag love",

“hashtag fashion, fitness”?

Mathilde is in danger, I'm not going to wear that!

-Wait 10 minutes and you will see.

Calm music

-It's been half an hour! That's no use,

that's a myth, That’s in Picardy.

Oh !

A graffiti artist saw it this afternoon.

Look, she's describing her tattoo. -Well, there you go.

-It's him, that's for sure. I'm calling Larsan.

...

-Larsan gave us location

from Max Bret's hideout.

...

Raise your hands.

He groaned.

...

-Where is she?

-Who ? -Matilda! Where is she?

-I don't know. He shouts.

-Inspector.

He groaned.

-Take him on board.

You sold your car, emptied your house,

took your bag.

-I go hiking.

-With a strain?

Where is Mathilde Fabre?

-I don't know.

-You don't know anything about it. -No.

-Why did we see you in the hospital?

What were you doing there?

-I came to see Mathilde.

-For what ?

-Because... Mathilde and I...

We had a story.

-A story? What story?

-I don't know... An adventure, whatever.

-It's getting complicated for you.

We found your blood at the back of the Black Pine.

Show me your wound.

How do you explain that?

-The evening of the attack,

when I heard Mathilde scream, I stumbled upon this spot.

-So...

You come running from the village,

but instead of passing through the main entrance,

you take a detour to the back, through the Pin Noir gardens.

He laughs. No, it doesn't fit.

I will tell you what happened.

It was you in the yellow room.

I will find how you got out.

Any news from Mathilde?

-No, nothing yet.

Merci...

for the arrest of Max Bret.

Social networks are not in protocol, but it was smart.

Next time let me know

otherwise I will arrest you for obstruction, is that clear?

*"Feel good" (Charlotte Cardin)

*...

-Thank you.

For the hashtag "fashion".

*...

-Instagram was your idea.

*...

-I confess.

*...

-We make a good team.

-Yes, I agree.

*... She laughs.

*...

*-I see the type: the shepherd,

who knows the mountain.

*If he hid the victim there...

-I asked for a helicopter but it is compromised.

Can I at least have drones?

*-I don't have one. Porte

But I found a cafe.

-In a bad mood?

-I get up at dawn and there is no sugar.

Quite a handsome guy, the shepherd.

-It's no longer urgent, Bret.

The emergency is Mathilde Fabre, missing since 4 p.m.

-I know. Where are you?

-Nowhere.

-And with the live performance of Joséphine Truc. -Belisaire.

-Facing this Jacques Machin. -Arras.

-The affair is everywhere!

Media pressure

is at its peak. And the Prefect who won't let me go.

-Exactly !

This wouldn't be the time to ask exceptional means?

-Like drones?

-For example.

-Oh! Indeed!

In reality, he rather quite a...sexy aura.

We could question him.

-It's already done.

*"Feel good" (Charlotte Cardin)

*...

-Max really kidnapped Mathilde?

-I don't know.

I find it hard to believe it but their connection gives him a motive,

so... I don't know.

-A former football star and a shepherd?

Mathilde has eclectic taste.

-I would say it doesn't stop to appearances.

-Exactly, I think it’s good. Anyway when...

When there is an attraction...

It can't be controlled.

*...

*-Mathilde Fabre... -Shut up, you.

On continue

ton podcast ? -Downright.

Podcast.

And presto.

*we have a first idea of what happened.

*Is it unintentional, a crime of passion?

*-This idea will influence the way to interpret the clues,

*at risk not to consider anything else.

-Attends,

pause there.

From the beginning, we see that the evidence:

Max, the rejected lover, and Mathilde, his victim.

What if we were wrong?

Eliza gave well

money to Max?

(-Fuck.)

You have to ask Eliza.

Screaming

-Ho!

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-Drones are deployed.

-Do you have any news?

-Non.

-How could she have disappeared?

Max was in the hospital, did he say something?

-Nothing.

You knew about the affair between Max and Mathilde?

It was 5 years ago.

-When we separated.

-Why this separation?

-I asked him to come and live with me,

in my villa in La Redonne.

She was there often. We often welcomed Jo there.

But she turned away.

-Odd.

-Instead of playing psychologist, move a little, right?

-That's what we do.

-I advise you to lower a tone.

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... *Messages radio

... *...

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*-Max Bret...

-That's us, there.

*last night, in the Verdon gorges.

*He is currently in police custody,

*for the attempt of homicide called

*"The Mystery of the Yellow Room" and the kidnapping of Mathilde Fabre

*who is missing for almost 24 hours.

to find her.

*Inspector Larsan is in charge of the interrogation.

-A journalist thing.

-Since the beginning, I say it's Max.

-What are you doing?

-It's okay, this bullshit!

How about you?

-Yeah.

-It's thanks to you that Max was arrested.

-Yes, but we haven't found Mathilde.

He nods.

-What do you want?

-Water.

Is Eliza not here?

-It is on delivery.

-THANKS. -For what ?

-For nothing, a girl thing.

Why are you pretending not to understand?

A Fabre descendant,

who disappears the day before of his 45 years.

-Stop with the ghost.

You scare tourists.

-Albert.

I was in front of the only exit.

Max arrived from outside.

Nobody came out.

Mathilde was alone in the room.

They've been investigating for five days!

They still have no explanation.

The ghost could become the most plausible theory.

-Fuck... Are you okay?

(-Yeah.) -What's happening to you?

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-I think...

...

I saw the ghost.

-What ?

-Where are the hospital videos?

-We're working on it.

Mrs. Judge.

-I decided to stay lend you a helping hand.

-You want to question Max Bret?

-Always. Especially since I read your interrogation.

-And ?

-The psychopath, beautiful as a god,

who kidnaps the distraught mistress, It’s a cliché!

-Cliché? -No, but the cliché

of Beauty kidnapped by the Beast, It’s expected!

-Waited...

-Are we playing Jacques said? Is the boss having a stroke?

Notification

-Inspector,

we received the videos from the hospital, they pass them on to us.

-For what? -So far,

we followed the logical path:

Max Bret looked like he was on the run, Mathilde had disappeared.

Except that you shouldn't trust appearances:

it's not necessarily related.

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-Can you zoom in more?

-Mathilde Fabre.

...

She wasn't kidnapped.

...

She ran away.

...

-Bravo.

-Roujou, notify the PC.

-It was dark, I followed her here.

I don't remember where.

But, in fact, the...

The silhouette, poof! She disappeared.

-Okay. So a black cape

which suddenly disappears, like what Jacques described.

-Where are you going?

Eh ?

Attention !

Josephine!

-There is a recess.

What you and Jacques saw, it wasn't a ghost...

But someone.

(Come on.)

-Okay.

-We wanted to “track” his phone,

but she never uses it.

She has no account on the networks.

-But why would she run away?

-She's the only one

who knows what happened.

Maybe she doesn't want to May the mystery be solved.

-We checked all the tickets train and plane

in the name of Fabre. Look what we found.

A plane ticket in the name of Mathilde Fabre

for Istanbul at 2:55 p.m.

and a train ticket to Turin at 1:50 p.m., departure from Marseille.

Larsan sighs.

-OK, I want a team at Marseille station

and another at the airport.

-We have to catch her. Keep me posted.

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We should do the ferries too, all departures.

...

-OK... Breathe...

Breathe.

-So if the silhouette went this way,

she knows the area.

He shouts.

Moans of effort

...

Rockfall

-Oh...

-Are you okay?

-Yeah, it's okay. -Come on.

-THANKS.

-I don't think it goes any further, eh, Joséphine?

We should stop there, right?

-Figure yourself

that I know the way: Mathilde and I came here.

There is a somewhat hidden passage. It must be over there.

-But if Mathilde's attacker really went through that,

it's not in Larsan to do that, instead?

*Melody

*-Your attention, last call for flight AL-90 to Paris.

*-Do you hear me?

-We just arrived.

-Above all, you are on the lookout.

-Yes. Teams of two.

You, start with the store, you, come with me.

*Announcement on loudspeaker

-Square the station well.

*-Yes, Inspector.

He sighs.

-A plane ticket in the name of Mathilde Fabre

and a train ticket to Turin, at 1:50 p.m., departure from Marseille.

-It's too easy there.

-I asked him to come and live with me,

in my villa in La Redonne.

She was there very often.

Calm music

-She’s at Darzac’s.

...

Josephine breathes.

...

She moaned.

-Over there.

(Where is it, where is it?)

There! Come on, it's there. It's over there.

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-Uh...

Are you sure there?

-Yeah, come on.

-Where are we?

-In dug tunnels over 100 years ago.

...

-I think we have a visual: a blonde woman with a scarf.

*She reads a newspaper.

-We intervene.

-Received. We intervene!

-What's going on?

-What's going on? I can't hear you.

*-It's not her.

Excuse us, Madam.

Come on, let's go.

Excuse us.

-If we continue, we arrive at the river.

Calm music

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Oh?

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That didn't exist.

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What is this thing?

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-Oh...

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-It's the logo from Max's cheese factory.

-What ? From Max?

...

Here, Joséphine.

-Mmm?

-It could be Mathilde, right?

...

-No, it's not his perfume.

Distant clashes

More... -Shut up.

-I can't to know what it is.

-Shut up.

...

(Fuck... Shh!)

(Closes the curtain.)

Disturbing music

Oh, shit, fuck. Wait.

...

Wait!

-Ho!

...

Stop! Ho!

...

Wait!

...

Hey!

...

Ho!

...

Wait !

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-And we don't often think about...

-To be !

...

Hold.

-It's not a good idea.

-Ho!

-Hurry up! Come on !

Come on.

-Stop!

...

-We'll bring it back to you.

-Come on! -Yes, OK!

...

-We can't go that way.

It's dangerous!

-Two, three, come on!

We're going to catch him.

-Yeah.

...

...

...

-Hang on.

...

That's good, keep going.

Faster!

...

-It deflates.

-It deflates.

-No, paddle! Left.

...

-Oh !

-Heh!

-Hey ! Fuck no!

...

-Ho!

...

Oh !

-Josephine!

Josephine!

Moaning with effort

...

She coughs.

...

-Eliza ?

...

*-Welcome to La Redonne station. Departure for Martigues, track 2.

*Departure imminent, move away from the edge of the quay.

...

...

...

-Hello, Miss Fabre. -Inspector.

-Did you go to Robert Darzac?

...

(-Oui.)

...

-Don't stay like that, take that off.

-So it was you?

The ghost that Jacques described, was that you?

Did you try to kill Mathilde?

-I am guilty automatically with you.

-You look super innocent!

-Josephine. -Quoi ?

-Stop.

-Yeah, I screwed up.

I fucked up when we were in high school.

I should have been there for you when the video was filmed.

I didn't have the strength to become an outcast.

I was a kid.

I fell in love by Fabien,

I didn't chase you away. -It's just like.

You knew what that would do to me.

-I'm sorry. Believe me, I'm sorry.

It would have been easier if you hadn't...

-If I didn't have what?

-OK, stop, it’s okay! OK?

Josephine sighs.

Okay.

Eliza huffs.

Josephine?

If you have a secret, we need to take it out now, OK?

Otherwise, it will eat away at you.

-I was with Max

in the evening of the yellow room.

We were behind the Black Pine. That's why he lies.

-Are you kidding me? -Did you have an affair with Max?

-It fell on us. We didn't say anything.

-You are cheating on Fabien and let your lover languish in prison?

-You shouldn't say anything to Fabien, I beg you.

-No, I never nothing hidden from Fabien,

get over it!

-I can't lose my daughter.

I can't

losing Maya.

I beg you.

-If you talk to the cops, I won't tell him anything. It's up to you.

-Okay.

Calm music

Thank you.

...

-I didn't want to that my attacker finds me.

I wanted to lose him and hide at Rob's house.

-Mr. Darzac knew that? -No.

-The plane ticket to Istanbul, the train to Turin?

-To make people believe that I was far away.

-How would your attacker have known?

-He does inexplicable things like disappearing from a room

closed from the inside.

There's a lot of irrationality.

-Max Bret came to the hospital.

What is your relationship with him?

-We are friends.

Annoyed sigh

We had an adventure years ago.

For what ?

Do you suspect it? It wasn't him.

-So you know who it is.

-No.

Can I go there?

-You are free. But you don't say everything.

A door slams.

-Never do that to me again.

-Pardon.

-Come on.

Calm music

...

-Do you believe his story?

...

Mathilde !

You're alive!

I was so scared.

-I'm sorry, Jo. -Where were you?

-Jo,

she needs to rest.

-See you later? -Oui.

-Here we go ?

-Here we go.

-I'll leave you?

-Here, you fill this out.

Miss Belisaire?

You become a regular.

-Eliza Laugier has a statement to do, but...

-She prefers Inspector Larsan.

-It's important. -Alright.

-Mathilde explained her escape?

-No. Maybe she lied, or that she's crazy.

-Of course, downright hysterical.

-Or hysterical. Are you coming with me?

-Can I stand there? -Yes.

-OK thanks.

-Here. -Thank you so much.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

-I gave us this to celebrate.

-Strawberry shoelaces? These are my favorites.

She laughs.

-SO ? They told you something something about Mathilde?

-No.

Nothing, but I don't understand.

Mmm! You don't have it find it weird, do you?

-You're the one who knows her.

But she took Michel's gun,

as soon as he wakes up.

-And she fled the hospital. For what ?

-Mm.

Don't you have an idea?

Notifications

...

Bon.

Calm music

-You disobeyed me.

Once again.

But Max Bret confirms what Eliza just told me.

They were together the evening of the attack.

(-How will you?)

-There is no rational explanation

to the attack on Mathilde.

to such a mystery:

a troubled victim who seems hide the truth from us

and a real gallery of suspects.

First Michel Fabre.

The death of his wife

was officially accidental.

But no witnesses could not prove it.

and then attack his own daughter.

Jacques Arras, sociopath who attacks animals, therefore.

Why not to human beings?

Max Bret

and Eliza Laugier, our adulterous couple,

Choc

He groaned. (-Max !)

-They were present and they have already lied to us.

For each suspect,

we lack proof.

But we can't exonerate them. And above all,

we don't know

how the attacker came out of the yellow room.

Finally,

Mathilde Fabre.

She's lying.

Soft music

Why?

...

that she claims to be.

...

Why does she protect his attacker?

...

Disturbing music

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Robert Darzac Did he forgive Mathilde

her adventure with Max?

Soft music

This is why

we have to start all over again.

-That's to say ?

-I am organizing a reenactment, this evening, at the Pin Noir.

-This evening ? -Yes.

For the element of surprise. -Someone is lying

on the choreography of this evening.

By confronting each person with their story, the truth will reveal itself.

-That’s brilliant.

-You don't have to focus on an idea, avoid...

-The anchor foot.

-The anchor foot.

This evening, at different strategic points.

See you at midnight

so that all conditions are reunited.

-Okay. Good...

-M. Sainclair, I judged you too quickly.

It's not easy to choose a path

where your father was recognized.

It's almost doomed to never measure up.

It takes courage.

Soft music

...

-There you go.

It's good like that.

She sighs.

(Uh...)

-IS...

-No, go ahead.

-No, go ahead, go ahead.

-Uh... I...

I know that I didn't have a father, finally...

I have a father, but I don't know him.

Brief !

What I mean is...

Even though I didn't know your father,

and... that I don't know what it is

to have the impression

to never be able reach his ankle...

I think Larsan is right.

Soft music

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Who wouldn't be proud of you?

...

-You know...

...

I spent all my time wanting to make him proud of me.

...

And if I get there today, it's thanks to you.

...

Let me finish.

...

(-Yes.)

...

-You brought me here.

...

You opened your world to me.

You trusted me.

...

And it helped me surpass myself.

Ton courage, ton...

...

Ton intelligence.

...

Your empathy.

...

It helps me become a...

...

A better person.

And to understand that, in life, all alone...

...

We are nothing.

...

Sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me.

...

...

-For these kinds of decisions, you must warn me.

-At 11 p.m.? While I am in my bed, easy?

You know respect working hours?

Why am I asking you this question?

*And these journalists, Is it good to involve them?

-Yes, they are good.

-Yes, but what a source of trouble!

-Exactly what?

-Either they are with us, either against us.

-You are smart. It's annoying.

She sighs.

Soft music

...

-Uh...

Are you seeing anyone?

-Bah...

-No, because I already on fire for a woman,

and she was seeing someone else.

...

-No. I am an eternal bachelor.

...

Let's just say I'm having a little trouble to trust.

...

-Because of your story with Eliza?

...

-Yeah... She was my best friend.

...

And... One evening, I slept with a guy.

...

-With Simon, the guy from the lab.

...

-Yes.

It was during an evening, so, we were filmed and...

...

The video played.

I got treated of all the names. And...

...

And everyone turned their backs on me.

...

And even her.

...

And... when I went file a complaint,

I came across Roujou.

...

He didn't take me seriously and the file was buried.

(-I'm sorry.)

...

Door

-Fuck! -Your mother?

-I believe. -Non ?

-Quickly ! -Stop!

(-Go, quickly. Come on.)

Josephine laughs.

-Ah, Sainclair! You're good.

We will publish what you sent us.

-Wait, two seconds, I...

She hums.

...

I was a bit of a caricature

*on the inhabitants. They are much more complex

than what I believed.

And I was helped from the start by our former intern,

Josephine.

-Ah, but yes! But that's it!

The little one who almost get killed live!

-Yeah, that's it, exactly.

She knows the region very well. So, I said to myself...

We're going to do the podcast together.

-Tremendous.

She's starting to get quite a notoriety!

Between the live and the Instagram post,

*it's a real one modern detective.

*Well done, Sainclair.

Okay, shall we publish tomorrow?

-No, Jeanne, please.

If we publish as is, people would be mad at me here.

I think you are holding a box.

*I spoke about it with the boss

and we would re-sign three seasons with you.

*This podcast will save your career,

believe me.

Well, I haven't had dinner yet. Do we remember?

He blows.

Serious music

...

-Sorry, Jo.

...

-Leave her.

...

We are here to understand what happened.

It's been 5 days since my daughter was brutally attacked,

and the police ignore what happened.

Inspector Larsan wants to do a reconstruction,

probably to compensate to the weaknesses of his investigation.

-Let everyone reproduce exactly what he did that evening.

I need to understand who could have done this.

And above all how.

The police are here to follow you during the operation.

Do you have any questions?

We get set up. Mr. Sainclair,

stand in front of the Black Pine.

At the slightest noise, call me.

The others, follow me.

You too, Mr. Darzac.

You will play the role of Eliza.

Officially, she wasn't there,

so you leave

with Officer Roujou and Max Bret.

-All right.

-Let's go.

-Where are you going?

-I'll help Max.

-No !

-Here we go.

-We can still stop everything.

-No, me too, I want to understand.

-If it's too much, you say so. -How are you.

Bell

...

...

...

-In place, I launch the reconstruction.

-I was in Milan that evening. What am I doing here?

-You will play the role of the attacker.

-Out of the question. -Yes!

I prefer if it's you.

-It was there, we were lying here.

-You haven't moved?

-I'm the one asking questions. -I'll help you!

I have already paid the price of your investigations.

-What does that mean? -Nothing.

Nothing.

-The girls of your generation, I don't understand.

Branch cracking

Tinker Bell (-I need to talk to you.)

-Did you hear?

-The sound of a sheep?

-So you were there, lying down, with Eliza?

-Yeah. Yeah, right there.

(-What is it?)

... -What are you doing?

-As Inspector Larsan said,

we stay as close as possible events.

-There, that's it.

(-Quoi ?) (-There's something I didn't say.)

-We're not going to do everything the same, no more! Come.

Come on, I said!

-I took the weapon

in my father's room.

I didn't say anything, I didn't want to worry him.

And then I came home in my room.

I locked it.

Like that.

And then... I think that I took off my coat.

I felt bad, I was scared, I...

I went to bed.

And... I lay down, but I kept the gun

near me.

And...

I think I fell asleep.

Ah yes, and I felt

like a presence.

There was a noise behind the door and I believed...

But actually no, I shot.

And I screamed. -No.

First you screamed.

Jacques and I went up, and you screamed again.

And then nothing more.

-Ah good ?

-It's obviously after that someone tried to strangle you.

You haven't seen his face because it happened behind your back.

Dark music

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Mr. Darzac, please.

...

...

There you saw the red hands.

... She's not breathing well.

... ...

-No!

She breathes.

-You can't ask me to do that.

-Rob.

She breathes.

-Keep an eye on Darzac.

*-Roujou for Robert, we keep an eye on Darzac.

-Yes, well received.

-It's as if...

I still felt his presence.

-Traumatic mechanics.

Your body remembers. Everything goes Well, you are safe.

I can play the role of the aggressor?

-Yes, it'll be fine, let's go.

Distant cry

Crumpling of foliage

-You heard, I'm not crazy?

-No, it's okay, it's nothing. It's the sounds of the forest.

-You never go out from your home?

-Why talk to me like that?

-You remember really not from me?

-Wait... Do we know each other?

Crumpling

Wait.

-No, that's not a sheep.

... ...

... Crunches

-You're right, I'll come back.

-Belisaire, stay! Don't move, you.

Belisaire, come back.

Hululements

...

... ...

She sighs.

-Merci.

-I tried to open the door, you shouted again.

"Mathilde ! Mathilde !"

-And I tried to open the door. She was stuck,

so I went out to see if there was something.

Disturbing music

...

-And there, I heard a noise.

that there was the shot.

Detonation

And luckily, Max arrived to break down the door. So.

-M. Bret ?

Calm music

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Roujou? Roujou, can you hear me?

...

Answer!

Distant woman's cry

... -Josephine.

Dramatic music

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-Max!

-Josephine.

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He is dead. He died...

-Man on the ground.

We have a man down.

-Adjutant.

*Adjutant.

-My adjutant?

My adjutant?

Roujou was knocked out.

Dramatic music

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Calm music

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Subtitles: TransPerfect Media France