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What is a home?

A place of safety, with loved ones to protect us.

That's what we crave.

But I got deceit, humiliation

and bitter betrayal.

And far worse was still to come.

- Thomas. - I want everything you've got

from '96 to '97.

Report cards, letters, schedules, diaries...

- Don't do this to yourself. - Did you put these on my car?

No. Of course not.

But you knew what was going on?

Well, she wasn't the first.

- Were you ever gonna tell me? - She had messed with your mind enough already.

So, you knew at the time,

but didn't kick him out till last night!

Is this what you came home for? To destroy everything?

- Why last night? What changed? - Stop.

- What are you hiding? - Nothing.

- Then why are you so frightened? - I'm not.

You're lying.

I love you, Thomas.

I love you, Thomas.

Ah!

PRIVATE ESTATE

Emma?

Emma?

Emma?

Emma?

Emma?

Emma! Emma!

Turn around this way.

Please. Thank you.

Perfect. Come a bit closer.

No more.

The light.

- So, your father with Vinca? - Yes.

But I'm here for your expertise in photography.

She was extremely beautiful.

- I need to know who took these. - Well, that wasn't me,

if that's what you're implying.

That's weird.

These were shot with a lens I used to own, though.

Oh, it was a beauty.

A really rare 70-200mm f/2.8,

but it was scratched, so every photo

had areas of slightly lower contrast. See?

Just as good as a signature.

You're saying it was your lens but you didn't take the photos?

No. I only had it for a day

before I traded it at the flea market.

But whoever shot these must have bought it from there.

Tom, come and look at this!

It's exactly what I wanted.

Fanny,

we need to talk. It's urgent. Call me.

What's going on, Bookmans?

- Other than being gorgeous as ever? - No smoking on campus.

- Give me the packet. - I'm 43 years old, Zelie.

It's confiscated.

I haven't bought my own since 1987.

What happened here do you think?

Stupid pupils did stupid things.

I heard that the police found a bag of 100,000 Frs.

- That's interesting. - Stick with me

if you want the good stuff.

They're going ahead with the demolition?

Why do you care?

Interested to see what else they find.

Also, I'm trying to remember...

Did Francis Biancardini build this originally in '97?

He did.

And he recently bid hard for the demolition contract too.

- Interesting, isn't it? - I thought he only did

major projects these days.

- Stick with me for good stuff. - Ms Bookmans.

- Is he bothering you? - He's a pest.

He is. I saw you at the reunion, plaguing everyone,

asking about Vinca Rockwell.

- Got to earn a crust. - I know.

You're just doing your job.

But this is a difficult time,

and we focus on the positives.

There's no shortage of good-news stories.

Alumni Hélène Duffy has been made senior software engineer at NASA.

I could put you in touch.

It'd make for a lovely article.

Sorry. Excuse me.

What have you got for me?

Ahmed Abbasi? You sure?

Yeah, right. Thanks.

What's happened?

You remember Ahmed, the handyman?

He died last night at the hospital.

And he worked with Francis Biancardini.

Biancardini... Listen,

this is what I'm talking about.

We wanted the reunion to be a celebration,

but you seem overly focused

on the negatives of the past

and bringing us nothing but bad news. Shall we?

Fanny! Why aren't you returning my calls?

'Cause you assaulted me yesterday, remember? What do you want?

We got off to a bad start.

I want things to go back to how they used to be

but that can't happen until you're honest with me.

I don't want things "back to how they used to be".

We were friends.

If you say so.

Why did you take these photos?

I know you took these.

I've never seen them before.

Fanny, I was there when you got the lens.

Don't you remember?

The one with the scratch.

You need to tell me everything.

Hey, can we stop now?

But the light's incredible!

Just one more.

Glasses off.

Yep! That's nice.

Oh! Come on! You're so pretty!

I've messed up.

- I need your help. - Sure. Of course.

I'm intimate with Tom's dad.

What the hell, Vinca?

He is...

disgusting.

- I'm disgusting. - Why?

- Will you take photos of us? - How does that help anybody?

- If Tom finds out it'll destroy him. - You can never tell Tom.

Or you could stop fucking his father.

That's why I need pictures in the first place.

To just get it all over with.

Please. I don't have...

- I don't want any part of your mess - Please...

Fanny, please. I need you.

But you took the photos anyway?

How could you go along with something like that?

'Cause I was in love with you, okay?

- Love is not an excuse. - Oh, really?

Look what it's done to you for 25 years...

The photos, Fanny.

I wanted you to see what a bitch she was.

I was going to show you the photos, but I couldn't go through with it.

Hey! Fanny? You all right?

Thomas...

Is that for me?

- This is hopeless. - You all right?

Honestly?

No.

I miss you.

I liked you.

- We're still friends. - You've become so cruel.

You ignore me, you treat me like shit.

- Hey, what's going on? - Like I don't exist!

It hurts. It fucking hurts!

- Just... - No, I should go.

I'm sorry. It's nothing.

Because I didn't want to hurt you.

Did you orchestrate this whole thing?

Did you get Pauline Delatour to dress up as Vinca,

deliver those invitations, seduce me, threaten me?

She threatened you? Then go and shout at her, not me.

- Have you found Pauline? - She was here yesterday.

While I was up in her room, she left an envelope on my windshield.

It can't have been her. She would say hello to me.

Are you covering for her?

Destroying Vinca isn't enough.

You want to destroy Pauline too?

- I loved Vinca. - It's time for you to go.

Stay away from Pauline.

Answer me, you bitch.

Hi, this is Pauline Delatore. You know what to do.

Hi, Pauline, it's Dr Graff from the hospital.

We've had an alert on a batch of your medication

that must be replaced right away.

Please, can you call me back as soon as you get this?

I want to make peace.

I've never been at war with you.

We have to be able to talk honestly.

Why do you cling to this girl?

When I was with her,

she made me feel...

whole.

I want that feeling again.

What does she want?

If she'd wanted you, she'd have come to find you.

You need to leave her alone.

Sorry to ask again. Could you look after these two monsters?

Yes. Shouldn't they be in school?

I've got to run an errand.

Do you know what? There's a delicious apricot tart inside.

Yes... that needs eating.

- An errand? - Russian gangsters

sent the knife and the message.

It's to do with my dad. He's gone to ground

and they can't get hold of him, so they want to talk.

I'll come with you.

I don't like this. He said he'd help us.

- Instead, he disappears. - We should wait.

If Francis did a deal with the Russians

- maybe he can sort it out. - They threatened my kids.

You don't look like killers.

- I won't let you hurt my family. - This is just business.

- What do you want? - From you? Nothing.

You're just a novelist.

But I'm looking forward for a long partnership with you,

I took care of your mess as a favour to Francis.

I've always wanted to work with him, but he's vanished, so...

that gives me a chance to work with you instead.

Maxime has nothing to do with... Ugh!

I want to be friends, Maxime.

I have friends everywhere. Police, press, council...

But a national politician is the next level.

- I haven't been elected yet. - You will be.

If we are friends.

I don't need so much in return.

Just a few favours to ensure

Clément's body never sees the light of day.

Hey! Don't touch him!

Get off me! No!

Make it stop!

- Come on! What are you doing? - No, no, no! No!

Please, stop it!

This is crazy!

- Stop now! - Aaah!

You've made your point. Enough! Hey! Make it stop!

- No! No! - Are we going to be friends

or not?

Beautiful!

Gorgeous!

That's it. That's it. OK. Good, now...

Uh... rotate!

Contact.

And extension...

Argh!

Hit through the ball! That's it! Good!

- Oh! F... - Don't let me disturb you.

Ah! Give me a minute!

Is there something you wanted?

I'm worried about your son.

We found a bag of money in his locker.

Anything you'd care to share?

No. But if it's...

if it's Thomas's locker go pester him instead.

- Well, I've got nothing to hide. - Thomas does.

- And I'm going to find it. - Ha, ha!

I hope you're not trying to appeal to my paternal sentiment.

I'm asking you to be a man,

and take responsibility for your actions.

A bag of money that connects to the disappearance

and possible murder of a missing girl.

It's going to be a rough ride for you.

It's my bag and it's my money.

Vinca was blackmailing me.

I didn't force her.

The little slut threw herself at me.

Good!

- Then what? - Want me to draw a diagram?

I'm not a visual thinker.

- Just tell me what happened. - Well, she targeted me.

And she got me all worked up. And finally I took the bait.

And then, a few months later,

she came to me

with a bunch of photos.

She had a co-conspirator?

- Mmm-hmm. - Clément?

All I know is I played the game and I lost

and paid the price.

And she vanished shortly after.

No, don't be silly. No.

I wasn't scared of her.

I paid her... out of pity.

And if she tried it again, I was going to report it to you lot.

I didn't kill her. Why would I do

something so extreme

over something so trivial?

You'd lose your career, marriage...

No. These sort of liaisons mean nothing to people of my generation.

- We don't fetishise monogamy. - She threw you out.

She had to make a show for Thomas.

He's a baby when it comes to these things.

Hey! Richard! My lesson?

- Satisfied? - It's been a pleasure.

Sorry about that.

Jesus fucking Christ. What is she doing here?

Let me deal with her.

No. It's me she wants.

Hey, Thomas!

Where have you been?

Can't remember?

Would a trip to the station

help to refresh your memory?

Actually, it was me. I sent them on an errand

to track down a rose breeder I met at Floralies D'Antibes.

She sells at the Villa Eilenroc.

- Did you manage to find her, darling? - No.

Well, it doesn't matter. Look, honestly, I was just using it as an excuse

to get the boys to spend some time together.

They're always so busy,

always something more important to do.

But I knew they wouldn't refuse me.

- and they used to be such good friends at school.

Did you know them when you were there?

I need a word with Thomas, actually.

Yes, of course. Of course.

Thomas darling, don't hold back about your father.

All our dirty linen is in public now.

You should've told me about your father and Vinca.

I didn't know until last night.

- but you knew the bag was his.

It was none of my business.

This will end badly for you if you don't start being honest.

You're right. I'm sorry. I hope we can draw a line and move on?

Me too. Because every lie you tell

only makes me more curious about what you're hiding.

Any idea why Francis has vanished?

No. Sorry.

Did you hear that Ahmed died this morning too?

Ahmed? Ahmed who?

He worked for Francis. He had cancer, but...

we're thinking murder.

Especially as he'd been talking about a body in the basement of the gym.

Someone wanted to shut him up.

Why were you at the hospital today?

Thomas? Are you OK?

I went to visit Fanny.

Why?

This is crazy.

- A body? Murder? - Why did you go to the hospital?

You don't think that I...?

No. My mother is ill.

And Fanny's treating her.

And this afternoon you've been looking for roses?

Who the hell are you?

I'm Dr Thierry Seneca.

I'm Fanny's fiancé.

- Are you Pauline? - Yeah.

That is a lovely place.

It's kind of you to take the time to meet me.

Well, it's our mistake.

I'm doing deliveries

of the new medication all over town anyway.

That batch of Lurasidone has been recalled

and this is the replacement.

It's the same medication and I've given you 30 days

so you don't have to worry about it.

Cheers.

You have to sign a paper but I left it in the car.

Sign next to the X.

- Can I be frank? - That usually means

"Can I say something rude?"

It took Fanny years to get over what you did.

The scars you left are deep.

- It's all in her head. - Hey, hey, hey. Be careful.

You're talking about the woman I love.

I can't be responsible

for how she feels about a teenage crush.

I won't let you hurt her again!

She was fine

until you came back.

Just stay out of her life.

Can you promise me that?

Is that what she wants?

All right.

I'll stay out of her way.

Your fiancé is worried about you.

He's a good, kind man.

Where are you?

I'll send you the address.

There's someone I want you to meet.

Now you're in real trouble.

Sorry, it's maybe a little melodramatic.

What the hell, Fanny?

- Untie her. - Not till she tells you

- what she told me. - Have you lost your mind?

- I'm so sorry about this. - Hey! Don't be nice to her.

She did it all. Sent the invitations,

came to London, organised the Heterodites,

and fucking terrorised us.

- Tell him. - I didn't want to do it.

Then who made you?

I... I'd never met him.

He communicates through private chatrooms on Second Life.

- Second Life? What's that? - It's a computer game.

He found me on there.

The avatars can talk to each other securely.

He sent me bitcoin.

I swear...

I thought it was a bit of fun.

Then what are your instructions now?

The performance at the reunion was the last order.

I swear.

I just want it to stop.

This thing is scary.

I've told you everything.

Did you kill Ahmed?

No, no.

But I'm glad he's dead.

Why?

There is a corpse in the gym

and he was telling everybody.

I'm so sorry.

Sorry?

You had nothing to do with Clément.

It was me and Max who killed him.

Fanny?

How long have you known?

- Tom, what's wrong? - Just go look after her!

From the start. I was worried about you.

I knew you were going to do something bad.

And I waited ages for you to come back.

And then...

I went to look for you.

I should have stayed away.

I ran back to my room.

But I always knew I'd seen something I wasn't supposed to see.

I won't tell anyone.

Ever.

I don't deserve your friendship.

I never understood, though...

Why did you do it?

Because Alexis Clément raped her.

They were seeing each other.

She tried to break it off and...

he got angry.

- He forced her to... - Fanny, he raped her.

- They were never lovers. - I found a book of poems

he gave her.

And how do you know that it belongs to him?

He signed it!

It's just...

It doesn't make sense at all.

I brought the CD you wanted.

This better be good, Olivier is busting my balls.

This is a book of poems

that I once stole from Vinca's room.

It has a dedication inside from "Alexis".

I always thought it was from Clément

and proved that...

he was Vinca's lover.

This is a philosophy essay.

Clément marked it.

The handwriting is totally different.

You see?

What are you saying?

Vinca had a lover called Alexis,

but it wasn't Clément.

We killed an innocent man.