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♪ That slow burn wait while it gets dark ♪

NICE, JUNE 2010

♪ Bruising the sun ♪

♪ I feel grown up with you in your car ♪

♪ I know it's dumb ♪

♪ We've both got A million bad habits to kick ♪

♪ Not sleeping is one ♪

♪ We're biting our nails You're biting my lip ♪

♪ I'm biting my tongue ♪

- Hey, bro. - Fred.

You still working? You're impossible, man!

I wanna talk to you for a second.

- Why? You outta here? - Yeah.

Can only take so much of the guy.

Can't you make an effort for Mom at least?

Hey, what's this about you going to business school?

Who put that idea in your head? What about music?

- All right, stop it. Stop it. - Okay. Here, take it.

Is that Sonia?

Ah, so you still love her, don't you?

Forget about that bitch.

- Don't say that. - Say what?

Anybody who dumps my brother is a bitch.

- No... - No?

Come on. Enough with the sulking.

No, stop it!

Shut the fuck up! I said shut up!

Let me go. Get off of me!

Get outta here!

Run!

He's crazy!

BASED ON THE BOOK BY HARLAN COBEN

NICE, PRESENT DAY 10 YEARS LATER

You still awake?

We've gotta get up early tomorrow for your mom's funeral.

I had a nightmare.

You okay?

Not really.

You guys finished pretty late.

Uh, sort of. Sergio insisted on buying us all beers.

- Yeah? - He wanted to debrief the day.

Okay.

What's this?

I went through the Parc du Ray, and, well, I tripped 'cause I was rushing.

- You must have fallen hard. - Yep.

What were you doing there?

We accompanied a kid back to Gorbella.

- But that's not our area. - No, not at all.

I missed you.

I'm here now.

Okay?

You okay? How you feeling? You holding up?

Oh, come on, I'm fine. Please, not you too.

It's hard enough for your sister treating me like I'm senile.

Come on!

I just offered a drive, and he got mad.

- Hang on. Sorry, I'll be two seconds. - Yeah, okay.

Alexandre.

Thank you for coming.

My condolences.

I really cared about your mother, you know.

- What's going on? - It... It's Sergio.

I feel awful, really. But I'm gonna have to go soon.

No. So that means you're leaving?

No, I'll be with you through the funeral, but that's it.

- I can't be with you this evening. Sorry. - Why not?

It's these boys I know.

They terrorized this old migrant and robbed the poor guy.

The guy has no papers, no proof. He can't press charges.

Sergio says it's best if we stop the kids before they spend the cash.

Can't they handle it just this once?

- So you'd be able to stay? - It's my case, Guillaume.

I know. I'm sorry. You're not alone.

Okay. No worries. But I'm gonna stay here for tonight.

I'm not leaving my dad by himself.

- Okay? I'll see you tomorrow. - Yeah.

Don't worry, all right?

It's fine.

If Florence were here now,

she might tell you that I'm awful with speeches.

But Florence has passed and so,

well, I'll keep it brief.

The past six months, Florence was battling with cancer,

and actually she'd lost a part of herself already.

She had faced

another equally devastating tragedy.

The death of our eldest son, Frédéric.

She never accepted his death.

And our family fell apart

the day that Frédéric abandoned us.

- These days we're told... - Why's he doing this?

- ...we need to work through our pain. - Please, not right now.

But grief is not a process. It's an open wound that never closes.

Florence was tormented.

She couldn't bear it. Her sorrow took her.

I know she's at peace now with Frédéric.

I can't do it. I don't wanna do it.

I didn't tell the whole truth.

I didn't say that your mother was driven insane.

She was sad, but insane.

Uh, give me, uh, my pajama shirt, could you, please?

Thank you.

Wait, Dad...

Hey.

You okay?

And you?

You gonna be okay? Want me to stay a little longer?

No, you better go.

But I'm worried about you driving late.

My mom used to say that.

So, you know...

Hold me tight.

Even tighter.

Hey, hold on.

There's something else she used to say.

"There's always time for beauty."

And so...

It's an authentic piece made in the late '80s.

I actually stole it from Maéva.

It was sold in the, um, the greatest fair in the French Riviera.

And since romance is my strength, I'm wondering...

...if you, Judith Conti, would be my wife.

Are you serious?

So...

Well, I'm glad you asked me that because, well, I...

I'm really good at being serious.

Do you want to be my wife?

I already am your wife.

♪ You looked away when I call out ♪

♪ Didn't wanna meet my eye ♪

♪ Knowing that we shoulda died ♪

♪ All I want is forever ♪

♪ To last a little while ♪

♪ Oh, why won't you call ♪

♪ Me yours ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

♪ Like you used to do ♪

♪ 'Cause there's still love... ♪

DRIVE SLOWLY, SWEETHEART! I LOVE YOU!

♪ Why won't you just say... ♪

♪ Love cannot wait Call me yours ♪

♪ Take it or leave it Take it or lose me now ♪

♪ I saw your face in the mirror ♪

♪ Your cheek next to mine ♪

I know she was your mother.

You know what? She was my wife!

Yeah, right, your wife. Some husband you were.

What does that mean?

Being your wife wasn't exactly a fucking piece of cake.

Oh, of course, blame it on me.

Take a look at your own life

before lecturing me about being a good husband.

Asshole. Fuck off!

I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU

Hey, beautiful. It's me. Listen, I'm coming home.

Hope you're doin' okay.

That's all. I miss you. Uh, call me back when you get this message

or text me if you want me to, uh, pick up something to eat.

I feel like stuffing my face, okay?

Love you, beautiful. See you soon.

Judith?

Judith?

I thought you weren't coming in. Hey, sorry about missing yesterday.

- You okay? - Yeah. Fine.

- How you holding up? - Have you seen Judith?

Uh, no.

Shit.

Yesterday, apparently, Sergio needed her.

These kids stole from a migrant?

No, I haven't heard about it.

Some kids from Saint-Roch terrorized and robbed this guy,

and Sergio wanted to catch them before they spent the cash.

No. Look, man, it's been dead here.

She's not back at the apartment. I tried to call, but she won't answer.

Plus, her car's gone.

I don't know where she is.

Come on. Hey, don't worry, okay? Let's call Sergio.

NICE, OCTOBER 2017

Hey. Come in.

This is Judith. She's gonna be working with us.

- Hello. - Hi.

I'm sorry.

You can learn a lot from each other.

- Guillaume. How are you? - Good, thanks.

Guillaume covers the areas between Trinité and Ariane.

I was telling Judith how things work around here.

We try to spend all our time on the streets.

See, being on the ground is our strength because we take our time.

We get to know them, talk to them,

try to be all the cops aren't. It's important that they know that.

Guillaume, maybe you could show Judith the ropes.

Have her shadow you. Why don't you start in Ariane?

Today, actually, I have to go get a kid who's ditching his court appearance.

It'd be complicated.

- Who is that? - The Kouadio kid, Isaac.

His father told me he doesn't give a shit if his son ends up in prison.

That's great. That way you can see how things are done around here.

- All right? - Okay.

Can I maybe talk to you out here?

Yeah.

- Sorry. Excuse me. - Sorry.

- Take a seat if you like. - Thank you.

- What? - Look, I'm not too sure about her.

Funny, 'cause that's exactly what I thought about you

when you showed up eight years ago with your perfect haircut.

I just don't wanna have to watch out for her.

What's the problem?

You can't let her follow you for two hours?

I'm just asking you to show her around. For just an hour.

You're telling me you want me to babysit her.

Look, you don't even know her yet.

Just give her a chance. She might surprise you.

This is bullshit.

NICE, PRESENT DAY

Power comes from your stance. Doesn't take too much to break your nose.

Sergio!

Give me a sec. You got this?

- How's it going, guys? - All right.

- What's going on? - Hey, where's Judith?

Don't know. Wasn't she supposed to be with you at the funeral?

Give me a fucking break, man. She came in to help you.

About some kids or a migrant...

Huh? She told you that?

Sergio, did you call her or not?

Look, man, I haven't seen Judith for three days. Maybe more.

You saw her at the debriefing. You were having drinks until 2:00.

What debriefing? What drinks? What's this all about?

Debriefing is not till next week.

- Well, thanks. - No problem.

Hey, come on.

Look at her last message.

- "I will always love you." - Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

What?

That sounds a bit like something you'd say when you're leaving, to soften the blow.

That's impossible. I proposed to her after the funeral.

She got choked up.

I would've known if anything was off.

Yeah.

I know her. She would've said.

- So what're you gonna do now? - I'm not sure. I don't know.

And you? I thought you were supposed to head home.

- I don't know. - What do you mean you don't know?

Leave it, man. Look, you don't need to worry about my shit.

Tell me. Come on, it's fine. Just tell me.

It's complicated. Just... You know.

- What's complicated? Just say it. Tell... - Oh, fuck!

How long have you been sleeping at the Maison Bleue?

Oh, just once in a while.

Things with Awa are a mess right now.

Look, man, all of those kids at work, they're my life.

But having one of my own, I don't know, it's...

I'm terrified.

I don't know. I must have seen too many kids broken by their families

that, um, maybe I'm worried I'd be one of those parents.

Yeah, but you're wrong.

Because you'd be great, Daco.

- Oh yeah? - Yeah, man.

- Oh, sure. - You would.

We already talked about it. A million times, I told her.

I don't want to be a parent.

And now she's pregnant. And... And what does she want?

I mean, what did she think? I'd say, "It's cool"?

Say, "Congratulations"?

Fuck, I don't want kids. I...

I can't just pretend.

Look, I get it. I... I know I'm an ass.

- I agree. You are an ass. - Oh, fuck!

No, but...

Oh, fuck, man.

Goddamn it.

Whoo!

Fuck!

NICE, OCTOBER 2017

Marlboro, Camel!

Hey, Isaac!

- How's it going? - What do you want?

- I quit smoking. What do you think? - No, I'm not going.

- When is it? - No way. I'm not going, that's it.

The judge already decided.

I'm delinquent, he said. He was right. I'm done.

If you don't go, he won't have any reason to think differently.

If you go, you'd be proving you're better than that.

I'm not saying you'll get let off completely,

but if you don't go, that's the end of it for sure.

You do know that every person that wins the lottery is taking a chance, right?

Bit of a stretch, man.

Fuck, man. Go on. Go see him, okay? Tell him you're not what he thinks.

You like reading books at the library. You only get in trouble when it's closed.

Maybe then he'll see you differently.

Maybe he'll think, "My God! The kid is a bookworm. I've never seen this before."

What kinda books, huh?

Who's she? New girl?

Do you read comics? Do you read manga?

Enough with this shit about your manga and your comic books.

- You're scaring away my customers. - Isaac. Isaac.

It's over! I'm just a Black kid from Ariane to that judge.

- When is it? - It's at 8:00.

- Okay, we'll meet at 7:00. - I'll still be asleep.

I'll see you at 7:00 at Pont-Michel.

You think he'll be there?

We'll see. But, uh, in any case I'll be there.

Why didn't you say anything when he asked about me?

Well, 'cause you're not part of the team.

Well, they told me I was.

- All right, listen. - Hmm?

Why do you wanna get into this line of work anyway?

- Don't you know it's a shit job? - You do it.

I don't have a choice. This is my life. It's what I do.

Well, I don't have a choice either.

These kids are broken. They'll need more than a pat on the back and a kiss.

They're full of rage.

It's a total mess out there.

Their problems will keep you up at night because it's that dark.

But you won't be able to quit, because if you do, they lose.

- You get it? - Mmm.

So you better forget regular office hours.

Any kind of downtime, you can kiss that goodbye. Yoga classes.

You better tell your boyfriend now that you probably...

- You won't have time for him. - Mmm.

- You sure you're ready for that? - I'm ready. I'm single anyway.

Ready?

Where you going?

You ever dealt with kids addicted to huffing glue?

Twelve-year-old girls being gang raped by kids the same age?

Kids walking around with guns in their hands,

just to make themselves look tough?

- No. - No. You never seen that?

And how will you react one day if a kid's harassing you?

Says that you're a bitch?

- Or grabs your boob? What happens? - I've known worse.

I'm not gonna tell you about my life, but I'm strong.

Test me. Let me prove it. You decide if I pass.

- Oh yeah? - Mmm.

First, get rid of your little butterfly.

- Who cares? It's just jewelry. - You see me wearing any?

No. See?

Put this on.

Seriously.

- This? - Yeah, come on.

- Come with me. Let's go. - Okay?

♪ I am the worst of your nightmares ♪

♪ I am the devil ♪

♪ Good trip, bad trip, within you ♪

♪ You feel a s-s-snake ♪

♪ Feel my breath on your neck ♪

♪ I can touch your mind ♪

♪ I'm your magic king ♪

♪ They've opened the door... ♪

You see a lot of drug dealers hanging out here.

- You know them? - No. A couple, maybe.

What we need to do is establish contact. Hang out, speak to them a bit.

You just gotta make sure they don't feel judged.

And another thing.

You absolutely can't mention you're a counselor.

- No matter what. That's our rule. - Okay.

Hey! Where you going?

♪ Little naive friend ♪

♪ You've got a home, it's nowhere ♪

♪ You've got nowhere to go ♪

♪ You've got a home, it's nowhere... ♪

Hey. You need something?

- No. Thanks, I'm fine. - Then what are you doing here?

Waiting for someone.

You can't wait here. Fuck off!

Get the hell outta here.

- I said get outta here! - Okay. I'm sorry.

- We don't have time for this shit. - You a dumbass?

Hey, it's all good. I get it. I'm bothering you.

I'm just waiting for someone.

You can get pissed off all you want. I'm not moving.

I don't give a shit. Get going.

- You hear me? I said leave. - Hey, hey.

Cops, cops.

- It's our spot. - Oh, perfect.

I'm not doing anything.

- Okay, I get it. - Hey. Cops.

Everything okay, guys? Ah, excuse me. How's it going, babe? You okay?

What's goin' on here?

- Miss? - It's all good.

- We just talking. - Just gonna check your IDs.

Officer, please. No need to overreact.

I'm not overreacting. It's my job.

- ID, please. - What are you talking about?

Your ID, please, gentlemen.

Why do you always go after the same people?

- Don't get involved, miss. Okay? - Come on, stop.

Grab him! Grab him! So you're being a smartass.

- Hey! - Come on, move!

- On the wall. - Hey, hey!

What, do you think this is funny?

Cut the bullshit! Turn around!

Shut up!

NICE, PRESENT DAY

I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU

ME TOO, MRS. LUCCHESI

JUDITH, ANSWER ME PLEASE

ADDRESS NOT FOUND YOUR MESSAGE CANNOT BE SENT

Shit.

- What are you doing, Guillaume? - Oh.

Fuck.

I gotta find her. Where's her file?

Okay, perfect.

You coming?

She was born in Draguignan.

How about a coffee, huh?

- Here. - Thanks.

PERSONALPAGES CONTI, JUDITH - CONTI, MAGALI

PRINTING

- Hi, I'm sorry. Mrs. Conti? - Yes?

Yes. Could I please speak with Judith?

- There's no Judith here. - Ah, got it.

Excuse me. Have a good day.

Hello. You've reached the voicemail of Mr. and Mrs. Conti...

So you really don't have a clue where to look?

We had a pact.

- A pact? - Yeah.

What kinda pact?

We wouldn't ask about the past.

I don't know anything. Just that she never speaks to her parents.

It was fine. I mean, it was like there was nothing before us.

I mean, no... no past relationships.

Like we started over the day we met.

And you stuck to that pact?

Yeah.

Well, I guess not, because I told her everything about me.

NICE, OCTOBER 2017

He's a social worker. What's he doing here?

- Is that right? - Well, yeah.

Is she your colleague?

Yeah. It's her first day. She's new. It's not her fault.

You kidding me? Why do that?

You never asked me about it.

My job is to talk, listen to people, you know? Care about others.

But for you it's different, so...

- I mean, here we are. - Oh yeah. You're an idiot.

Why didn't you show them your work ID?

Because I'm not gonna flash my ID to make them leave.

That's not what we do.

And besides, why couldn't you have kept your mouth shut

instead of making it worse?

Wasn't it a test?

You know we're gonna be stuck in here till morning, right?

Cops hate social workers. We're on different sides.

You get that, don't you?

What's your problem with me?

What do you mean?

You've been kind of a dick all day.

So what's your problem?

I have no problem with you.

- Really no problem? - No.

Good morning. Can I speak with Judith, please?

NICE, PRESENT DAY

Judith? No. Sorry, wrong number.

All right, sorry. Have a nice day.

Yeah, Sergio.

Guillaume, you need to come meet me.

- Hi, guys. - Hey, how's it going? All right?

Precious?

Hello, Precious.

Tell them what you told me.

This gentleman is Judith's partner.

Well, she was here.

And she had this bag.

Was in a hurry.

Then this guy came.

He, um, grabbed her sack.

She hit him. He peaced out.

- When? - Thursday.

But how do you know that?

'Cause the medical aid truck was over there.

And the medical aid truck comes every Thursday.

They hand out syringes, and tampons...

You better not miss it.

Precious, are you sure it was Judith a hundred percent?

Yeah, it was her.

All this cash was in her bag, so I don't know.

She had cash?

There was wind. It flew away.

She grabbed it, put it in her pockets,

in her bag,

and she fell.

She got home and had dirt all over her jeans.

Uh, thank you.

You guys finished pretty late.

I went through the Parc du Ray, and, well, I tripped 'cause I was rushing.

NICE, OCTOBER 2017

Are you okay?

Judith, you all right?

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Hey, hey. Shh!

Breathe.

Do you need medicine?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You okay?

Shit. Judith!

Hey, hey, it's okay.

Shh, shh, come on.

Breathe! Just breathe! How can I help you?

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Shh!

Hey, hey, hey, breathe, breathe.

Here, sit up, sit up, sit up.

NICE, PRESENT DAY

- Hello? - Hello, Weego?

Who's this?

Yeah, I work with Judith. Is she with you by any chance?

She told me to call you at this number. She said she'd be there.

Is she there?

Hello?

Why do you need Weego?

Come on, do you know the guy or not?

I've seen him in here.

They say he's the guy with the strong stuff.

He's a middleman.

He'll take you from point A to point B.

Like the subway.

I know him.

He hangs out with all those crack dealers.

Whenever he saves up some money,

he'd stay with them and get high for a couple of days.

You know Weego?

Weego?

Excuse me. Weego?

- Wait! - We just want to talk to you!

Wait!

We're not cops! Dude, we're not cops!

- We just want to talk to you! Just wait! - Hey, what're you doing?

Oh, fucking bitch!

Fuck!

What did Judith have to do with this guy?

I don't know.

Don't die on me.

You okay?

You good?

Oh, fuck.

Fuck, you scared me.

I thought you were dying.

It feels like that.

You okay?

I lost the two people I loved the most because I got there too late.

Come on. Get out.

- What time is it? - 7:00.

Shit, Isaac!

Oh, shit! We missed him. We're late.

"We"?

Hey, bro, I woke up.

Come on. Do you think we'll get there in 20 minutes?

- My car's parked just over there. - Okay, let's go! Hurry!

Look, man, what do I tell the judge?

That I read books about European history or books by Tolkien?

That I took a writing course?

Yeah, say that.

And don't forget to use all the formalities.

"Hello, Your Honor." "If you'll allow me, Your Honor."

"Goodbye, Your Honor."

You sure you got 'em all?

Isaac, don't listen to her. Let's not overdo it.

Hey, how about my collection of plates from stolen cars?

Oh yeah, sure. Brilliant.

You're gonna make quite the impression.

Thanks for the ride.

I'm gonna go with him to make sure that he doesn't back out on us.

Okay, great. I'll leave you alone and maybe take a shower.

Yeah, I think you better.

Guys, what about me? What do I tell the judge?

Sorry. Come on, let's go.

Hey! So, then, did I pass?

I'm not sure yet. I better go. I'll call you, okay? I'll think about it.

LIBERTY

NICE, PRESENT DAY

Guillaume Lucchesi?

Céline Celoria, Nice Police Department.

- Good evening. - Étienne Chomard, from the Paris Police.

I've been looking for her all day.

I'm worried about what may have happened to her.

If I knew where she was...

The last message that she sent you, what did it say?

All it said was that she loved me and she always would.

Was there anything else?

Was she acting normally? Did she seem nervous?

What's going on? Come on, tell me. Is she okay? Did anything happen to her?

If you don't mind, just answer the question, Mr. Lucchesi.

No, nothing was different. She...

She was completely normal.

Nothing had changed.

Just tell me.

These photos were taken two days ago in Ivry.

These two men are connected to organized crime.

We managed to find some hair and fibers under their fingernails.

The DNA test revealed

that they belong to your partner, Judith Conti.

BASED ON THE BOOK "GONE FOR GOOD" BY HARLAN COBEN