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Previously on Public Enemy...

That's Cernunnos, an ancient forest god.

It was filmed the night No�mie disappeared.

We all have our ghosts. My best pal was Olivier.

When we finished high school, he got us to go boar hunting.

Bullets were flying everywhere, then nothing.

He'd been shot in the lungs.

I wish I could turn the clock back. But I can't.

Want to try, Champ?

We'll do what should have been done long ago.

- Kill him. - It wasn't him.

Leave him alone.

- Where's my sin? - Take me back. I'll tell you.

Kill him! He's messing with us!

Move!

He's a fugitive now. If I see him, I'll arrest him.

If you help him, I'll arrest you.

A bailiff came. He left this for you.

How could you take Emile's money?

I don't want to see you any more.

How's the van coming along?

- Almost there. - And Brother Guillaume?

He's shut in most of the day. I don't need him.

Sometimes help is good. We can't do everything alone.

I think the killer is from the village and knows the region well.

Bastien!

I've been doing this job a long time. There will be others.

Listen to my words, Lord.

Consider my lament

Hear my call for help

O my King and my God

You hate all who do wrong

You destroy those who tell lies

The bloodthirsty and deceitful

You, Lord, hate...

PUBLIC ENEMY

Shit! You scared me!

I'll help you.

No, it's okay. I'm done here.

What are you doing here? You should be at home.

I just go round in circles there.

Look around. The bar's closed.

Go home.

What?

Eddy is getting out on parole tomorrow.

I'm not sure I can cope.

Every time I look at him, I see Laurent. I'm at my wits' end.

It's a good job you're here.

You're doing to help me.

- You do the honours! - No, you!

Your turn.

No, you don't! That's mine.

Your Honour, a few questions...

Is there a new victim?

Is Guy B�ranger still the main suspect?

You know I can't comment.

Let's stop this little game.

Please, Your Honour...

No sign of beatings?

No. No sign of assault.

The father says he has no medical history, no allergies...

I can find no explanation.

His muscles are paralysed, which led to respiratory arrest.

Five minutes later he'd have died of suffocation.

I've no idea if he'll pull through.

- I guess he hasn't spoken? - No.

It's a miracle he's alive.

- Have you done a toxicology test? - Yes.

That's all we have now.

We'll get the results in two or three days.

Excuse me.

What happened?

He was riding to school with his best friend.

They got separated. He was found 3 km down the road.

And where is his best friend?

- I left him on his own. - It's not your fault.

Look at me.

It's not your fault.

- I should have stayed with him. - Listen...

Someone out there is harming children.

If it wasn't Bastien, it would be someone else.

You have no reason to blame yourself.

Chris will drive you to Rita's.

- What about school? - No school.

Off you go.

I didn't think it would come to this.

I've known Thomas for six years.

Remember?

You said that B�ranger would divide us.

That's why you must succeed.

Abba...

- It's nothing. - That's what you always say!

Abba...

walk straight towards me.

See? I'm fine.

Now do the same, looking straight ahead.

Watch out!

Sit down.

So, what's going on?

It's a tumour... in the brain.

- You must go to hospital. - I won't go, Lucas.

You have no choice. You must start treatment!

The tumour is too big to operate.

There's radiotherapy.

If I do that, I won't be able to manage the abbey.

You won't if you're dead.

You don't understand.

I won't abandon my community in the midst of this storm.

My role here is not finished.

You must tell no one.

Promise, Lucas!

- I didn't invite you in. - I've found it.

- Found what? - The failure.

Can't you see I'm busy? Come back later.

- When? - I don't know. Later!

Don't touch that!

Why not?

- Do you even know what it is? - No.

Robert Johnson,

"Kind Hearted Woman", 1937.

There are four copies left in the world.

- It must have cost a lot. - I didn't buy it.

It belonged to my father.

But he's dead now.

Sorry to hear it.

- Really? - Yes.

Don't be.

He was a bastard.

The only thing he loved was his record collection.

We weren't allowed to touch them,

let alone enter his office.

Or even go near it.

When he died, I inherited it all.

The huge house,

the cars, the businesses...

and the records.

The day of the funeral, the house was so crowded,

I felt like throwing up.

I left them and did the forbidden thing...

I entered his office.

I destroyed his precious collection, one by one.

It felt great, you have no idea.

One record for every year he ignored me,

every football match he missed,

each summer I spent alone in a shitty holiday camp.

I smashed them all.

Except for this record.

Why this one? I don't know.

I put it on, listened to it.

I had never heard anything so beautiful.

I swore I wouldn't end up like him.

Did you build that?

That's all in the past.

If you built a plane, you could...

I know what you're thinking.

If I still had legs, I could have repaired the van ages ago.

But you don't have legs.

Leave me alone now.

The injection pump...

It needs replacing.

I can't do it without you.

Bastien hung out with Laurent but they weren't really friends.

I didn't like them to hang out together.

Why not?

I just didn't.

I don't want to speak badly of the kid after what happened.

You know what Laurent was like. He had a nasty streak.

But Bastien never hurt a fly.

- What did they do together? - I'm not sure.

They went to the forest. Bastien never said where.

Thanks, Franck. You can go back to him.

I nearly forgot.

Here are his things.

- Thanks. - You can take them.

I took him to Antwerp last year to see that band.

I had to wear ear plugs, it was so loud.

Bastien loved it.

He begged me to buy the T-shirt.

Goodbye.

That...

Where did you find that?

Do you know who it is?

Of course I do.

- Where can we find him? - You can't.

He's dead.

Don't move, whatever you do.

Stay here.

Stay here.

You scared me.

- What the fuck are you doing here? - Vincent!

What's that?

Nothing, it's nothing.

Where's Patrick?

- Take off that T-shirt. - It's okay.

You're hurt.

It's infected.

Thanks, Champ.

- Fuck! - Watch your language!

Sorry, okay?

Does it hurt?

I'm just pretending. Don't worry.

- Emile, go back to bed. - I don't want to.

Leave him alone.

It's been ages...

since we saw each other.

Yeah, ages and ages.

You can sleep on the couch tonight.

But you leave tomorrow.

Come on, up to bed.

Good night, Champ.

Olivier Blanpain. Born 1979, died 1996.

His parents, Ghislame and Claude,

left Belgium a year after their son died.

Everyone here knows the story.

Parents told it to warn us off guns.

On 25 October 1996,

"Olivier Blanpain was shot dead while poaching with friends."

I know. Lucas Stassart fired the shot.

How do you know?

- He told me. - Look.

Franck, Lucas, Baptiste...

And Olivier Blanpain.

Look.

Forget the books.

- Sorry? - Forget the books.

- I must find the failure. - You already have.

- You'll do everything I say, okay? - Okay.

You'll follow my instructions without ever objecting. Understood?

Understood.

Let's say I'm the head and you're the legs.

Dariusz! Andr�!

Dariusz...

Get a trolley and put in the socket wrench kit and the clamps.

Andr�, bring us jacks, an inspection lamp,

some grease and a multimeter.

Off you go.

You, explain this pump idea of yours.

Sorry to bother you...

Me and the guys...

apologise for what went down in the woods.

- We didn't want you mixed up in it. - I see.

Cool.

Is that all?

Since Eddy's just got out of jail, could we come here for a drink?

- We can go elsewhere, if you like. - No.

Don't go elsewhere.

I want you to come here.

Cool.

I'll even go one better.

I've got some good bottles. How about that?

- Beer is fine for us. - No, out of the question.

You'll be hungry.

- Maybe... - What do you mean, maybe?

What do you mean?

Ask Lana to open the cellar and help yourselves.

We'll pay for everything.

Nobody's asking you to pay.

- You don't have to... - Yes, I do.

Yes.

I have to. Understand?

Beat it!

Thank you.

We have some questions for you.

Go ahead.

What can you say about this?

It's Olivier's mask. He made it himself.

It was like a totem to him.

Where is it?

I've no idea.

Why?

I have something to show you.

We found these images in Laurent Verdonck's mobile.

So? Where's the mask?

Like I said, I don't know.

Children are dying, Lucas.

Remember what I told you about Olivier?

I didn't tell you everything.

We did go hunting that night, with Olivier and the gang.

I let Vincent come with us.

He felt I spent more time with him with Olivier than.

He was just a kid.

I told him to stay back at the lodge.

We teased him said he could come when he stopped wetting the bed...

Stuff like that.

After we left, he started going through our stuff.

He found Olivier's mask.

He took Dad's old rifle.

He wanted to scare us.

He came up to us,

wearing the mask...

And he started shooting.

I saw Vincent, bent over Olivier,

the gun still smoking.

He was just 14!

14! I couldn't let him ruin his life.

So I said I had done it.

Do you know what the worst part is?

To this day, I wonder if he didn't do it on purpose.

Sources say that a third victim was found alive yesterday

in Houbaye forest.

There has been no official confirmation from the police.

We will keep you informed in our next bulletins.

Come on, let me see.

It's worse.

- You've got a fever. - It's nothing.

- You need antibiotics. - It's nothing!

Want to come out and play?

Not now, Champ. Your mother doesn't want me here.

Why not?

Because your uncle needs to get treatment.

He's just leaving. Right?

That's right.

What are you doing?

- Did you call the cops? - No!

Emile, I've changed my mind. Want to play hide and seek?

Get rid of them. They mustn't find me.

Hello, Judith.

- We'd like to see Patrick. - He's not here.

Where is he?

At the inn, I guess. Why?

Have you seen Vincent?

Vincent? Didn't you hear? He's on the run.

What shall we play?

Quiet.

Can we come in?

Sure.

Shit.

Patrick isn't here.

Emile! Not so much noise!

We're not getting on right now!

If there's a problem, you can talk to me.

Talk to you?

I pretend everything's fine, but everything's not fine.

- Stop it! - My problem?

I'm on my own and don't know what will become of my family.

My problem? Everyone looks at me with pity.

Like you, right now.

Unless you can give me 200,000 euros, I don't see what you can do for me!

I don't like this game.

Shut up!

Sorry for bothering you.

Wait.

You okay, Champ?

Emile... look at me, please.

Come on, Champ.

Leave us alone.

Come here.

You know I'd never hurt you, right?

Come here.

Leave now!

Now the cops are here, I'm going to stay.

Now take the primer and inject some diesel.

- Done. - Stop now.

Dariusz, screw down the air purge.

There.

Okay. Andr�, pump again.

- Any resistance? - Yes.

Stop, then.

Everyone back off.

- And now? - We try to start it.

Wait.

Saint Christopher.

Patron saint of travelers. Everyone needs a helping hand.

We'll go for a spin tomorrow.

Give him some air!

Water! Bring some water!

Whats wrong with him?

Nothing. He just fainted.

- What's that? - Calm down.

It's an anti-inflamatory.

Okay.

You'll feel better in 15 minutes.

I'll clean your wound and you can leave.

- What? - Nothing.

Don't lie.

I can tell it's not looking good.

I can't do anything here.

We'll go to the hospital.

I'll tell Emile I'm leaving.

You don't understand. He's coming too.

No way!

You have no choice.

He comes out with a baseball bat.

He says "You told me to shut up?" I say "Think I'm joking?"

He's starting to get scared. I say "What's up?"

I say "You want me to slit your throat, you fucker?"

He says "No..." "Is that what you want?"

I say "Fuck off, then!"

It's a private party. You're not invited.

We're looking for Vincent.

Has anyone seen him?

What do you want with him?

- We just want to talk to him. - Just talk?

Even if I knew, you're the last person I'd tell.

Go ahead and arrest me, if you want.

You can arrest Lana, too.

Arrest us all!

- Let's go. - Yes, go.

You have to leave.

Get to work, protecting us.

Look at them, our two super cops...

Heat that, Micha�l?

You and your bitch from Brussels can beat it. Okay?

Stop it! Shit!

Son of a bitch!

- What? - Nothing. Let go!

- Where's Vincent? - I don't fucking know!

You think you're so strong.

You think you can take the law into your own hands.

The first one I see with a gun...

the first one who dares...

I'll take care of him myself.

Enough, he gets it.

I told you, it's a private party.

Emile...

Emile...

Emile...

Do you know why the Chinese don't use this finger?

Because it's mine!

Get it?

Because it's mine.

It's my finger, eh, Champ?

- Hello, Judith? - Let him go, Vincent.

Let Emile go.

Let him go!

- What? - It's Judith.

Let go of Emile, please!

- We're nearly at the hospital. - I know that.

Why are you talking so loudly?

Dispatch for OPJ 712.

- Yes? - Send Special Unit to Marche hospital.

Suspect is Vincent Stassart.

He's wanted for abduction and assault. He's dangerous and probably armed.

- Don't take your eyes off the kid. - Okay.

- Stay there we're on our way. - Wait...

What are you doing?

Move, dammit!

I'll take the east wing. Check Bastien's safe.

Tell me if you hear anything.

- Get what you need. We'll wait here. - What about Emile?

He stays with me.

- Vincent... - Move it!

Stay here. I'll be right back.

Go!

- Is everything okay? - Yes.

Watch the kid.

What do you think I'm doing?

- Anything? - Everything's fine.

Wait.

Judith...

- Where's Vincent? - Emile... He's got Emile.

- Where is he? - He's got Emile!

Are you going to hurt us?

Don't be silly.

You'll go home soon, Champ.

Aren't you coming?

Not this time.

- Vincent? - Shut up.

Vincent is with Emile in the car park. I'm heading down there.

Move it!

Hurry up! Come on!

Emile, dammit!

Don't move!

Great punch, Champ.

- Well done. - Show me your hands.

Show me your hands!

Show me your hands!

What now, Emile?