All language subtitles for Frequent Death (F)

MURDER FM (aka LISTENING IN THE DARK)

There was always someone to hold my hand.

There was my brother,
there was you, there was Max…

It took some time,

but I finally realised
I couldn't carry on like that.

I had to find another way to live.
At least...

another way that felt like
it was my life.

I think that I'm getting there.

I never told you
so you didn't take it down,

but that painting
always made me think of you.

I mean to say of my parents,
in the house...

Are you dreaming again?
- No.

Even if it's hard for me to admit it,

I'm finished with all that.
Really finished.

Does it seem possible to you, when
you think of me?

Not impossible, in any event.

When do you leave?
- Tomorrow.

What are you going to do in the United States?
- Bring back my daughter.

And consider the future.

At my age, it doesn't do to pose me
anything other than metaphysical problems.

It's in Boston.

It's very lush, very tranquil.
It appears we might die of boredom.

I'll write to you at the above address.

If you want to write to me,
I love postcards.

Don't say that I'm going to miss you.

You don't need me anymore.

Maybe,
but I prefer it when you're there.

Jeanne, it's Marilou.

A call, 33, rue des Plantes,
Mr. Chauveau.

Persecution mania,
auditory hallucinations.

His wife called.

Have we already seen him?
— Olivier saw him once.

I'll be there in 20 minutes.

I'm Dr Quester,
psychiatric emergencies.

You called us?

They have returned.

They always come at the same time.

They are there.

Behind.

They are waiting for me.
Do you hear them?

No. But what's important
is what you hear.

Do you have the feeling
that they are threatening you?

They are everywhere.

Is this because of them?

Sometimes, they slip in.

Why did you strike your wife?

She wanted to open them.

I think that you're in danger here,
Mr. Chauveau.

We should take care of you.
Would you like that?

Yes.

Look out.

Hi, Jean-Etienne.

We're sick and tired of it.

You must switch off your machine
or we'll see a lawyer.

I don't have any device
that could interfere with your TV.

He's seen it.

He's seen what?

The thermostat
which serves to hide the machine.

They pay me
to look after people like you.

It's late.
I'm not doing overtime.

As a gesture of good will,
I'll recommend something to you.

What?
- Go to a DMH on me.

Tell them all about it.
- "DMH"?

A dispensary of mental health.
Good night.

Hi, jackass.
Pauline, are you there?

I'm here.

Can I?
- For 5 minutes. I have a headache

1,2,1,2,3.
1,2,1,2,3.

Any messages on the answer phone?

Papa to talk to you about the weekend,
and Frank for an update.

That's all?
- Calls without leaving a message.

Have you done your homework?
- Yes.

I saw Dr Pastor.
He sends his love.

Why?
- He's going on his travels.

You'll come with me?
- I've something to watch on TV.

And I have to finish cleaning
Cradoc's cage.

What do you see in him?
- He has nice eyes.

And he's the only one
who doesn't go on about my brace.

Stop looking at him.
- It's you I'm looking at.

You're changing a great deal at the moment.
- So are you.

You want us to talk?
- No. I don't want to.

Were you late back, last night?
- Not really.

5am, all the same.

There was a party, at the radio station...

Oh no.
- It happened before earlier

The whole floor was in darkness.

Jean-Étienne said someone had
tampered with the box on the landing.

They are sick.
- It's to stop our secret machine?

I don't know, I've too much to do.
I'll take you.

Mum, I don't want to.

10pm on super radio.

It's night,
everything's going to hell outside.

Night falls asleep, but not you.
Something is keeping you awake.

You want to talk
about her, about him.

It weighs you down,
it hurts you.

Do you have an itch in the cerebellum?
Does something rub your heart the wrong way?

You have tried everything,
except perhaps Chinese Nights.

It's on 96 FM until 11pm.

An ear that is not blind
and a voice that listens to you,

that of Jeanne Quester.

One number: 42—36—96—96.
One vibration,

Chinese Nights.

To your obsessions, ready, go.

Hello? Good evening.

Good evening, Jeanne.
My name is Maryse.

I'm 30, I've been married to François
for 10 years, and...

Yes? I'm listening, Maryse.
— I think that I'm homosexual.

I can't stand any more him touching me,

him putting his hands on me.
His mouth, especially.

He disgusts me, you understand?
He disgusts me.

You'll be on the air shortly.

Turn off your transistor,
if it's on. Thank you.

He knows you're calling me?
- He's next to me.

Shit, he eats them.

Hi, Pauline.
- Hi, Roger.

It makes me happy to see you.
- Me too, you think.

So?
How's it going?

Normal.
- You want us to talk about it.

Good.
- Skyrock, Chinese Nights, good evening.

Bye, Pauline.
- Bye, Roger.

Warning.

Skyrock, 96 FM, Chinese Nights.

You are on the line
with Jeanne Quester.

Hello, Jeanne?

Jeanny? Jeanne?

Good evening. I can hear you.
What do you want to talk about?

The past.

About a friend who I haven't seen
for a long time.

What do you mean by a long time?

20 years, perhaps more.

It's so far away,
like in the song.

Do you remember that old song, Jeanne?

No, I don't remember.

You spoke of your friend.
— Yes.

It's this. I've... How to put it?

I left something unfinished
between us.

Do you think it's unhealthy to

leave things unfinished?

It can give them an importance
that they don't have.

Could you be more precise?

No, I can't. It's...

It's too personal.

You believe your friend
is listening to us?

Perhaps.

If she hears me,
she must understand that

I really want to see her again.

At the same time,
it's true that

I'm a little afraid.

It's difficult
to confront the people from our past.

It's always risky.

The risk of disappointment,
of being disappointed...

It's up to you to think
of the consequences that...

Yes. Thank you, Jeanne.
I'm going to think about it.

42—36—96—96. The home always
of Chinese Nights.

So, did it go well?

Very well, thank you.
There's not much time, Jeanne.

Can I speak to you for a couple of minutes?

Will you wait? I'll be there.
- Yes, but only 2 minutes.

Gregor, will you play with me?
- Yes, I'm coming.

Could we have a meal together?

Yes, but I don't want
to leave Pauline alone in the house.

I had noticed.

I had a call from Alexian,
this afternoon.

The TV guy would like a recording
of your broadcast.

They've already heard 10 hours.
Won't they get bored?

I don't know. They'll be making
their proposal on Wednesday.

Is this all that it does for you?
- No. I find it amazing.

Amazing how?

Nothing, but they keep asking me
if I will do TV.

You're not going to start up again,
Jeanne.

Take it.

They sent me the project.
You read it, and then we'll talk.

There's something I want to say to you,
it's very important.

Something delicate,
anytime you want.

You mustn't rush me
- Are we going, mummy?

Yes. I'm coming, sweetie.

Don't forget the appointment
with the dentist.

Yes. Here,
Jean—Etienne repaired it.

They are good at these things,
the Chinese.

Come on. Pyjamas, teeth and bed.

I'm not sleepy.
- Come on, Pauline.

How do you find Roger?

He's not such a good catch.
- What?

Well, he's no Zorro.

Mummy!

Cradoc has gone.

Don't scream. You gave me a turn.
- But his cage was closed.

Search here.
I'll look in the bedroom.

Crado? Crado dear?

Answer me, for once.

Crado?

You've found him, mummy?

I've looked all over.
There's no sign the window was opened.

The parrot must have escaped his cage,

and flown into the wall.

Cradoc didn't know how to fly.
The cage was closed.

He got out between the bars.

Of course.
He snuck out,

crashed at 160kph

and landed on my pillow. Is that it?

Something like that.

I can accept the truth
without having hysterics.

Someone broke in here.

Someone killed that parrot
and placed it on my pillow.

Don't ask me who it is. With our
neighbours, there's plenty of choice.

What do you want me to do?

Nothing.

Can I say something
without you killing me?

You'd be better off moving.

Since the works,
the neighbourhood has gone to seed.

You want me to sleep with you?
- Yes. I'd rather you did.

You think it was an accident,
that nobody broke in?

No, nobody broke in.
Jean-Etienne was right.

Go on. Go to sleep.

Jeanne? Jeanny?

I'm going crazy.
You must calm down, old girl.

Cool it, you dumb cluck. Cool it.

Oh no, it's not true!

It's happened before, last year,
with my father's car.

We thought it was the Roudo boy
and his buddy.

Why would they do this?
- For a laugh.

My dad said it was
because we're Chinks.

Do you plan to do that again

or can I change the padlock?
- What are you talking about?

What a prat.

Hi, Marilou.
- Hi, girl.

You know what?
Denis has moved in with me.

Are you pleased?
- It might have been better earlier.

When we're not in the sack,
we have nothing to say to each other.

You want some advice?
Don't get out of the sack.

You've heard about André?
- What?

He was attacked.
- Is it bad?

They're worried about him.
- How did it happen?

A guy that you sent to the
psychiatric centre, Chauveau.

He called us.
André went there.

Shit.

Dr Quester.
- I've been waiting for you.

Here you have the bedroom,
and there, the living room.

How much?
- 100 square metres.

I meant the rent?
- 7000 not including charges.

It's expensive.
- For the area?

No. For me.

You have something to do
with the Jeanne Quester on the radio?

Yes. It's me.
- No. Well, then that's...

You're really Jeanne Quester,
Chinese Nights? That's nuts.

That was idiotic, excuse me.
I don't know what I'm saying.

I listen to you all the time,
but I never dared to call you.

I'm very lonely, you know.
But I'm okay.

But I am a little lonely sometimes.

Can I talk to you?

I'm called Véronique.

The main thing is

that I've always felt alone.

Even when I was little,
I felt alone.

It's an easy decision. It's good,
I've decided to take it.

I'm right, aren't I?

Aren't you happy?
- Yes, yes. Of course.

What's up with you?
- Nothing, nothing.

I can hear your brace grinding.
Have you had a row with Elisabeth?

No, no.

Your father is here.
Wasn't he going to take you tomorrow?

Did he call?
- No.

Did you call him?
- Yes.

You have a show tonight, and...
- Oh yes,

You don't want to come with me,
nor to stay here alone.

Somewhat. You're not mad?
- Not at all, dear.

I'll try to listen to your program.
- Go instead to the cinema.

Should I tell daddy about Cradoc?
- You do as you want.

I'll call you.

Hello?

Hello? Hello?

Who was it?
- Nobody. They hung up.

See you tomorrow. Until Monday.

You start off with a contract
for 3 months, renewable.

Twice a week.
120,000 for the first tranche.

120,000F for 3 months?
- Yes.

It's idiotic.

What about it is idiotic?

It's how much I earnt
in the first year in emergencies.

This is weird. It's the first time
the project seems to excite you.

The truth is, you're a greedy woman.

And besides, on that subject,

if I may be so bold ,
if it's a problem of sous...

You find me vulgar, eh?
Yes, a little.

We're having dinner with Alexian
and some network types.

Do I carry on alone?

I'm coming.

If you can take your favourite facilitator
to TV, don't bother.

I won't do it.

I'll earn double here.
- I'm not there yet.

You'll be there soon.

Skyrock, the super radio.

Skyrock, 96 FM, Chinese Nights.

You're on the line
with Jeanne Quester.

Hello, Jeanne?
- Good evening. I can hear you.

I called you yesterday.

You remember?
- Yes.

What do you want to talk about?

I wanted to tell you
that I followed your advice.

I made contact
with that friend from the past.

You want to know more?

If you want to talk about it,
be brief.

Yes. I don't have very long.

I went to her place,
but she wasn't there.

I left her a message,
or rather, a gift.

A bird.

Original, wasn't it?
- The message, what was it?

That I haven't forgotten.

And that I'll be back soon.

I didn't catch your name.
- I didn't give it to you.

Call me Paul.

My friend should know
that I have other surprises for her

and I'll never leave her again.

If you'll leave me your number,
I'd like...

Jeanne, what was that all about?

What's up with you?

I can't go.

You joking, or what?
- I can't go.

Alexian is waiting at the restaurant.
You want to explain it to me?

How are you?

Is he here?
- Good evening.

He's in conference.
Should I alert him?

Please.

Am I interrupting you?

You never interrupt me.

Can I talk to you?

Jeanne?

Should I wait for you here?
- Excuse me.

Roger Coffe.
Frank Quester, my brother.

Pleased to meet you.

I told you that Mr. Alexian was going
to dine with us. Make a call.

Is it too much to ask?

Yes?

Ah, he's gone.
Good. Thanks.

Who's he?
- The boss.

of what?
- The criminal section.

Chief superintendent Quester.

Ham under plastic
or pizza under plastic?

Pizza.

I owe you an explanation.

You owe me nothing. Yes,
12 coins for the pizza.

When I was little...

When I was little,
my parents were murdered.

I was there.

It was me that found them.

The guy was called Faber.

They had no trouble finding him.

He was dead drunk in a ditch.

100 metres from the house.

He remembered nothing.

Nothing about the murders,

nothing about my parents. Nothing at all.

He still had the axe next to him.

Why did he do it?
- Because he was crazy.

He had already been
in a psychiatric hospital

after coming back from Indochina.

He had been treated
for something they called

“combat fatigue".

They had a way with words.

They judged him not responsible.

They re-incarcerated him.
- And, Jeanne,

what are we waiting for?

To know if he's been let out.

Jeanne?

He was let out of hospital 8 days ago.

Where is he?
- He lives with his sister.

And where does his sister live?

Jeanne, please, don't be alarmed.

Where does she live?
- Here, in Paris.

Yes?

We're waiting for you at the line-up.

Leave me alone.
I'll be there.

What should I do?

You should do nothing.
Absolutely nothing.

Lieberman will be in charge.

He's an inspector in section 3.
Go see him tomorrow at 9am.

He's the one in charge of Faber.
Later, I'll tell him.

There's no certainty it's him.

It's not worth panicking over.

Repeat after me:
"I won't panic."

Repeat.

"I won't panic."

It was your brother who looked after you,
after the death of your parents?

Yes.
He was 18 at the time.

It was a funny sort of inheritance.

I remained in shock for several months.

Whenever I was alone, I started crying.

As for sleeping at night, then...

We must pass the 3rd.

Oh yes, that's true.

Then I took psychotherapy
for a record duration.

If they gave out medals,
I'd look like a Russian general.

I started to heal.

There were my studies,
my marriage, Max, Pauline...

And now,
I'm in good shape.

What are you going to do?

Take a shower,
drink a cup of coffee,

and if I can find the time,
have a nervous breakdown.

You want me to stay
for the nervous breakdown?

No. It's better not to.

If I let myself be taken in hand,
that could quickly become a disaster.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Thanks, Roger.
Thanks for everything.

What are you doing there?

I was phoning one of my numerous mistresses.

And you? What are you doing here?
- I can't go back to my place.

Nobody was asking you to.
Come on.

Mr. Faber?

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

You're a police officer?
- Yes. Inspector Lieberman.

Either you stop it or you don't stop it.
It's not me that's going to decide.

You're a big boy.

A big gunslinger, a big belly,
a big woman...

And then, it's Sunday.
You'll manage.

I'm Jeanne Quester.

I called you.
There was no answer.

I slept with friends.
- You mean Roger Coffe.

Who told you that?
- Considerable investigative work.

Have a seat.

Your brother,
that is I mean to say the division chief,

told me about your little worries.

He said “little worries"?
- That's my phrase.

I'm terrible at reassurance.

Which do you want?

The black is almost coffee.
I never know what the yellow is.

Thanks.

I'm flattered that your brother called me.

But a little worried too.
- Why?

Because it's private business,
the private business of a superior,

that's concerning a level 2 inspector.

What are you going to do?
- What I have done.

He lives at 5, passage du Chantier.

You've been to see him?
- Yes. Faber is completely deranged.

Jesus this, Jesus that.

He says that God has charged him
with a mission to complete.

What did he say about the calls?

He denies having called you,
or even having any interest in you.

He also denies breaking in to my home?
- Yes.

Something else, now.

I listened to your programme again.

The voice isn't Faber's either...

Bizarrely, the voice sounds
more like his sister.

It's not his voice,
he wasn't the intruder in my home...

I suppose I must stop persecuting him,
is that it?

I didn't say that.

No, but it seemed like it.
So what are you waiting for?

Usually, we arrest a criminal
when he has committed a crime.

Here, we have almost nothing.
I hope it stays like that.

Goal!
- Hi, nephews.

Hi.

Where's Pauline?
- She's with her father.

They've taken her away?
- You're clueless.

Uncle Max and aunt Jeanne are friends
but they don't live together anymore.

Where's your mother?
- In her bedroom.

Marie?

What's the matter?

Tell me.

I can't take it anymore, Jeanne.

But where's Frank?
- He's working.

Even on Sunday.

It saves him from having to stay here
with us.

Oh, you know...

We had a screaming match, this morning.

I don't know what's happening to us.

We no longer see each other,
we no longer talk.

He doesn't even support the children.

What are you trying to tell me?
- He's said nothing to you?

What would he have told me?
- I don't know.

I've been asking myself
if he has someone else.

Someone else?
- A woman.

Will you stop this?

It's awful.

Here I am talking about myself
and I haven't even asked how you are.

You know, Frank told me...
- Faber. You can say his name.

You see, Frank does talk to you.

How are you feeling?
- Bad. I'm scared.

I find the whole business sickening.

Jeanne, do you know this guy?
- What guy?

He's parked behind your car.
- What does he look like?

Thin as a rake
with a blue car.

He drove past twice.
- It must have been a neighbour.

I saw him.
- He lies all the time, at the moment.

He steals too.

How's she doing?
- She's sleeping.

And you?

Broken.

What is it?

Oh dear. The horror.

Wait. Turn around.

You saw Lieberman?
- You must know.

I'm sure you called him
at least 4 times.

How did you find him?

Quite reassuring. That's why
you chose him, isn't it?

He thinks it's no big deal.

He's not wrong, Jeanne.

I don't want to give the impression
that I'm agreeing with Lieberman,

but Faber's release,
the parrot's death, the calls...

You've been assuming they're all connected.

Combining the neighbourhood you live in,
the lunatics you see during the day

and the idiots
who call you at night,

you're asking for this kind of situation.

That's easy for you to say.
It's not you he's calling.

There might be
2 or 3 reasons for that.

If he doesn't call me, it's because
I don't want him to call me.

Because I want it?
Is this what you're telling me?

You know that sometimes
we provoke what we most fear.

Don't talk to me like I'm sick.

I'm talking to you
as if you're a sensitive person

who I love deeply
and who I know inside-out.

Listen, Jeanne...

It's very simple.

If you're afraid, stop working
and move in here.

But you won't do it, will you?

This way, Lieberman will continue
to work and I'll keep calling him.

He's not going to fuck me up again.
I won't let him do that to me.

You know, Marie spoke to me.

You need to pay her some attention.
It's not going well.

Marie's not doing well,
the kids aren't doing well,

and Frank is worn out.

Tell me something I don't know.

Go on.

Time to sleep now.

(Tell it again, Frank.)

(After the sinking,
they swam for 2 days and 2 nights.)

(They navigated by the stars.)

(And on the 3rd day,
they came aground on an island.)

(It was when he asked directions
from the first fishermen they say)

(that he noticed that they'd become...)

(You know what?
They were transparent, invisible.)

How did you find me?
A brillant piece of investigation?

I've seen the "psychomachine"
of social services.

His account was somewhat reassuring.

According to him,
Faber isn't dangerous.

What does Faber look like?
- Scrawny with blue eyes.

Does he have a car?
- An old blue DS. Why?

I think he followed me.
My nephew saw someone.

Is it possible?
- Possible.

Possible... or probable?
- Possible.

According to your criteria,
is Faber crazy or not?

If he isn't,
then it's Jeanne who's crazy.

She imagines things,
she is overly anxious...

It's normal,
after the shock she received.

You're an attractive girl,
intelligent.

A woman.
- Of course.

You have a filthy temper.
It's a compliment.

What are you doing?
- I'm trying to stop smoking.

It doesn't look like it's easy.

Can I ask you something?
- I'm all ears.

I would like to look at
Faber's criminal file.

Ask your brother.
- He won't.

I need to understand.
I have the right, don't I?

Possibly. We'll see.

Pauline's gone?
- Half an hour ago.

Mummy?

Hello, Jeanne.

Where have you been?

We were playing pinball in the cafe.

What did you do with daddy?

We watched 2 films:
Halloween 1 and Halloween 2.

You liked that?
- Yes.

He bought me a super present.

I'll show you.

Is this yours?
- No.

I went to her place,
but she wasn't there.

I left her a message,
or rather, a gift.

A bird.

Original, wasn't it?
— The message, what was it?

It's that old schmuck
who called the other night.

Where did you find this?
- It was in my bag.

Did someone give it to you?
- No. What's up, mummy?

Inspector Lieberman.
Jeanne Quester.

Hold the line.

Jeanne Quester.

You take care of Madame.

I was going to call you.

My daughter has found a cassette

in her satchel.
- So?

That bastard put it
in my daughter's satchel.

Are you certain?

Another question like that
and I'm hanging up.

Wait.

Where are you going?
- I'm going with Elisabeth.

No.
- But usually...

Usually it's not raining.
- But, mummy, it's not raining.

Go on, go back up.

What was on the cassette?
- My last broadcast.

D you have your cassettes?

Yes.

All of them?
- Yes.

Check if the last one is missing.
- But…

Please.

It's not there.
- Good.

Pauline was at her father's.
How do you explain...

You asked a question,
I'll answer.

Your domestic problems...

I have to ring off.

Don't take it badly.
I'm extremely busy.

Don't drive too close.
Don't crowd him.

Stop.

What should I do?
Am I coming with you?

I can't leave my fiancé.

Skyrock, Chinese Nights,
I can hear you.

I think just as much
of the one as the other, and...

Your name, please?

I don't know what to do anymore.
Jeanne, can you hear me?

The apartement will be ready in a week.

I'll start packing tomorrow.

You're going to live with dad
for a few days.

It won't be fit for habitation here.

Where are you going to go?
To Frank's?

No, it's too far.

You're going to Roger's?

You'd rather I went to a hotel?
- Yes.

You know what I'd like?

Tomorrow, you go to your father's.
- Okay.

You know, mummy,
I think daddy's going to remarry.

Do I know her?
- No.

I heard daddy talking about her.

He said she's afraid to meet you.

So necessarily...
- Necessarily what?

I thought it must be serious.

Doesn't it matter to you? Aren't you jealous?
- No.

Yes.

Yes, I'm jealous.

Not because of her and your father,
but of her and you.

If they marry, you'll see her often
and you'll grow attached.

And don't you want to remarry?

Why do you ask me that?
- Because.

No, but that doesn't mean
that I don't want to see Roger.

Will that do for an answer?

Jeanne, it's Marilou.
You have a call.

Mr. Tiphaine.

He's run out of medication.
He's having an anxiety attack.

What's the address?
— 10, rue Brochant. 6th floor.

Mr. Tiphaine?

Mr. Tiphaine?

Hello?
— Jeanne, it's me, Paul.

I couldn't call yesterday.

I hope you didn't mind.

I wanted to talk to you
about my very voluptuous old friend.

I've seen her.
- And did she see you?

No, not yet.
- What are you waiting for?

I'm not ready yet.
- Please.

I think, Paul, that...
that you're afraid.

That you are dying of fear.
- It's so difficult, Jeanne.

Call this number, say it's
for Jeanne Quester. He'll understand.

I think that...
I think that you're afraid...

to take responsibility for the past,
to take responsibility for your actions.

I was in the shadows for a long time.

And then, Jesus visited me.
He entrusted me with a mission.

Your friend is part of this mission?

I fear so, yes.

Is anyone there?

Are you looking for something?

Are you Ida Faber?
- Yes.

I'm...
- I know who you are.

Get out, otherwise it'll be me
who calls the cops.

I need to speak to your brother.
- He's not here.

Listen,
I don't want to do him any harm...

He's done nothing. Nothing.

Leave him alone,
with these old stories.

It's me, there.
- He has paid, he is healed.

You must leave him in peace.

Did he do all this?
- Yes.

He started down there.
It's his way of honouring the Lord.

I don't have a little girl.
I just have a brother.

He needs me,
and I want to look after him.

Now, get out.

Get out!

Can we help you, madame?

Thank you, I'm fine.

Someone's lodged a complaint.
- It's you?

No.
Good. Okay, I'm terrified...

Excuse me.

Can I come in?

You want some too, arsehole?

Do you like your neck?

If I see you again,
you know where they'll find you?

In the boot of a car,
with a hole there, and another there.

If you understand, make me a sign.

You know why I saved your virtue?

Ida Faber has made a complaint. It seems
that you were in her home.

I didn't believe it.
Am I right?

Jeanne, I've had your brother
on my back all day.

Try to make my job easier.
This once, at least.

Faber called me this morning.

He pretended to be a patient.

I went there.
There was nobody about.

The telephone rang.
It was him.

Do you believe me?
Believe me, please.

I believe you.

What did he say to you?

He said that God had entrusted him

with a mission.

And that I am this mission.

He wants to destroy me,
make me blow my brains out

I thought I could keep it together
but I can't any longer.

It feels like the clock's been turned back
15 years.

If you want to resume psychotherapy,

I'm not qualified.

But if you want to cry, cry.

It's no big deal.

Your strong woman act
was starting to grate on me a little.

You have nothing to prove.

Neither you, nor your brother.

To anybody.

I can return your cup?

What's this?
- What you asked for...

A copy of Faber's file.

Thank you.

And your tea?

I don't like tea.

If you want me to stay,
you only have to ask.

I'd like that, yes.

What's up?

I need to talk to you.

What's so urgent at 6am?

You know that our parents
we're going to divorce?

How did you learn this?
- I've read Faber's file.

How did you get that?
Lieberman... Bravo.

Now I can worry about two people.

It was me who asked him.
- Why?

I always felt that I was excluded
from what really happened.

I thought that
you knew the main things.

And why were our parents
about to divorce?

In your opinion,
why does anyone get divorced?

Either they no longer get along,
or there's someone else.

In this case, there was someone else.

Dad had a mistress?
How do you know?

He told me.

One day, he explained to me
some things that I knew

and others that I didn't.

He was going off with a woman.
He wanted to marry her.

And what did you say?
- Nothing.

There was nothing to say.

And did mum know about it?

How could she ignore it?

Did she talk to you about it?
- Not much.

She just told me
that it was good as it was.

You know...

I don't think our parents lived
a passionate love story.

Why did you never tell me about this?

Tell you when?
Afterwards?

You think it still had
the least importance?

Do you know who this woman was?

Not who she was.

But what she looked like, yes.
I saw her once.

She was with dad.
They were coming out of a hotel.

That had a weird sort of affect on me.

What was her name?

At that time, I was 17 years old.
I wasn't yet a cop.

I was totally lacking in curiosity.

Idiot, more like.

She was called Hélène.
Could you find her?

Do you know any more about her?
- No.

She was my father's mistress.

I need her to tell me about him.

Can I refer it to the division?

This is some sort of psychotherapy, right?

Yes.
- I'll see what I can do.

I don't only bring good news.

Go ahead.
I'm braced for it.

Yesterday evening,
I called the psychiatrist in charge of Faber.

We decided on a provisional re-incarceration.

But that is good news.
- Alas, no.

Faber has disappeared.

Since when?

His sister hasn't seen him for 2 days.

I have a call.
18, rue Vavin. 3rd floor, left.

I'll be there in a quarter of an hour.

It's always the same.

He tells me to come,
and I'm scared.

I tell him:
"I'm not ready."

But he insists:

"It's now
that you must follow me."

I get up.

I join him.

And then,

I realise that my body
is still on the bed.

So I go to find it...

and I discover I'm all alone
holding my body by the hand.

Excuse me, sir, but...

I can't do this anymore.

I can't, anymore.
I'm sorry.

Is there something I can do for you?

Marilou?
It's Jeanne.

Can you send someone to replace me?

Has something happened?
Are you not okay?

I'm shattered, I'm coming back.

I put you in charge
of protecting my sister.

So you'd better pull your finger out,
Lieberman, and quickly.

It's me who's telling you this.

I want to know what you're doing
to find Faber?

Tonight, if he calls,
I'll locate him and I'll coax him in.

I hope for your sake
that he calls. Truly.

I don't mean to do you any harm.
I just want to talk to you.

Don't come any closer.

I'm innocent. I didn't do anything.
Nothing. I know it, now.

Why are you harassing me?

The voice gave me the meeting.
It's her that did the harm.

She told me. Believe me.

She's going to kill me.
She's going to kill us all.

Who's going to kill you?
- The voice, the beast, who did the bad thing.

What are you doing here?

Go on, get out.

No, wait.
Wait.

Well?
- Still nothing.

Hello, Jeanne?
I'm tired of your bullshit.

You're a frigid bitch.

Skyrock, Chinese Nights, good evening.
- Good evening. It's Paul.

I'll pass you over to Jeanne Quester.

I'll put you on the air.
- I don't want to talk to her.

Simply tell her that I've left
another surprise at her home.

Hand me Skyrock.

Hello, it's Inspector Lieberman.

Tell Jeanne to stay put.
The call came from her's.

She just left.

We should wait for the cops.

You can see that there's nothing.

He's just trying to scare you.

Roger.

Take him away.

Have we found the weapon?
- An iron bar.

The neighbours didn't hear anything?

The nutjob that lives below
only wanted to talk about his TV.

Have you taken the statements?
- That of Mr. Coffe. He's gone back.

I still have to do Jeanne's.
- That can wait.

Of course.

It wasn't a question.

Who do I send the file to?

Someone else in on it,
it would be time lost.

I'd rather that you carried on.
Do you see any problem?

A slight one:
it's not the job of my service.

You'll receive spcial dispensation tomorrow.

I don't understand.

I don't understand who could have done that.

There's plenty of people it could be
and it doesn't matter who.

What's going to happen now?

Standard procedure.

Lieberman will interrogate
all the possible suspects.

He'll even have the privilege
of interrogating me.

It'll be the highlight of his career.

Inspector Lieberman interrogating
chief superintendent Quester.

Amazing, huh?

Come on, let's go.

Shall I take you back to the hotel?

I was the last person
to see him alive.

Who's that?

Faber.

You saw Faber?

This afternoon. He was following me.
He wanted to talk.

What did he tell you?

That he's innocent,
that they want to kill him.

Who wants to kill him?
- He spoke of a beast, of a voice.

Listen, Jeanne...

He told me he was innocent.
- He is dead.

I couldn't care less,
I feel only one thing:

relief.

I'd like to be like you.

What do you mean?

Strong, unruffled...
hardened, even.

It's the role I'm supposed to play,
isn't it?

The role of the strong man,
equipped to meet every challenge.

It's practical and it prevents
needing to ask too many questions.

That's right, eh?

A chapter has just closed.
Let's talk about it.

Have you ever asked yourself

what the death of our parents did to me?

They were my parents too.

No. I was always there, strong,
hardened...

Alone, that's what.

At 17,
I wanted to do Greek and Latin.

I wanted to become a poet,
and a part-time philosopher.

Result: I went to law school
and I became a cop.

It paid better.

This life made money more quickly.

Our life, at that time.

We had to get by.

Don't ask yourself questions.
It's too late.

Honestly,
I don't think I regret anything.

Poetry has missed out
on an execrable poet...

The police have gained a good cop.

They chase away artists.

Excuse me.
I don't know what I'm saying

Talk to me.

It's too late.

You're exhausted.

I don't want you to be unhappy again.

I don't want us to be unhappy.
Not anymore.

On the radio,
you're nothing but a voice.

On TV,
you'll be a face, a body...

If you've read our proposal,

you'll know that we are targeting
a particular niche.

The problem is not knowing
what she looks like in this armchair

but what she'll look like on screen.

We'll offer you some suggestions.

We have someone very good at this.

You'll make an appointment with Joëlle
for me.

You will have a strong media image.

It'll be necessary to pick up
some bad habits.

You hear me?

Yes, I hear you.
Excuse me.

I have some problems...

I know.

Roger has told me.
It could be the sort of publicity

that works out well for us.

Excuse me.

I no longer want to do this show.

It no longer interests me.

I'm sorry.
- I'll be back in a moment.

Why did you do that?
- I can't anymore. I'm stopping.

Shit.
You're not going to do this to me.

You're behaving like a scumbag.

What?
- You had no right to say that.

This doesn't only concern you.
You hear me?

From the moment he hired you,
I've had to talk with him.

I'm not responsible for what he does.

I hope you enjoy each other's company.

You're out of your mind, Jeanne.

What are you doing here?

I wanted to have lunch with you.

That would be nice.

I wouldn't be getting in your way?
- You're kidding?

Duchéne, cancel my lunch.

Pasta or fish?
Fish.

Book me a table at Dôme.

It's because of what I said
the other night?

No, I just wanted to see you,
that's all.

And Lieberman? Where's he got to, then?
- Nowhere.

It's normal
This will take some time.

In the end, we'll nail the guy
who did it.

In 25 years of working,
I've never known the perfect crime.

Have you ever known a case where someone
was accused in place of someone else?

I don't get what you mean.
Accused how? By who?

Is it possible to manipulate evidence

to the point of convicting someone else?

Who was convicted instead of who?

Don't get angry.

What if Faber was speaking the truth?
- Truth about what?

That he really was innocent?

Jeanne…
- It's just a hypothesis.

If Faber was innocent
and this is why he was killed...

You read the criminal file.
You've seen the evidence.

If it was someone else,

when Faber was institutionalised,
he felt himself innocent,

but the day Faber was released,
it's like someone flipped a switch.

He rediscovers his guilt,
and it all starts again.

You came to see me to tell me this?

Yes.

I'm sorry, Jeanne.

I'm no longer hungry.

It's the last time we're going to talk
on 96 FM.

It's our last Chinese Nights.

We have had 230.

One night of 230 nights,
it's a beautiful night, no?

Since this is our last show,

the line will remain open until dawn.

96FM, Chinese Nights.
You're on the air.

Hello, Jeanne?

Jeanny? Jeanne?

I'm very sad to learn
that you're stopping your show.

Really sad.

Jeanne, did you find
that gift I left you?

Yes, I found it.

I wanted you to know that
I will always be here

and that I have other surprises
for you. See you soon, Jeanne.

And that I have other surprises
for you. See you soon, Jeanne.

I think it's the same voice.

We'll hand the recording to analysis,
they'll compare it to the others.

But I'd be amazed if we had a surprise.

That's to say, good ones.

Everything suggests that the one calling
is the one who killed Faber.

But why did he impersonate Faber?

Because it's him
who killed my parents.

I've been thinking the same thing.

We should talk more often, inspector.

You spending tonight in the hotel?

Don't answer the telephone
and don't open to anyone.

Don't panic.

Lieberman didn't warn you?
I'm here for your protection.

You're a police officer ?
- I look like a schoolteacher?

Forgive me.
- If you need me, I'm next door.

There's nothing.
What are we going to do?

You're certain
you never saw those notebooks?

Your brother wrote everything in them.
He never told you about it?

No. Never.

Miss Faber,
you must help me find them.

There may be something in them.

Something that will help us
uncover who killed him.

He told you he was innocent.
He's dead, it's your fault.

Leave me alone.

If you remember anything....

It certainly won't be you
that I'll tell it too.

Go on. Get out.

Get out!

Yes.
My father isn't here.

Okay. Well, I'll call back later.

You didn't understand.

My father's not here yet,
I've not heard from him.

If he calls,
can I give him a message?

No. No, thanks.

You've found them, Ida?
That's good.

I was looking for them as well.
You're going to give them to me.

No.
- It has to be, Ida.

Open.

Open up.

Hello?

Hi, it's Bastin.
I've called you twice, tonight.

Ida Faber has called the station.

Ida Faber?
- Yes.

What did she say?
- She knows the culprit.

What?
What did she tell you?

She was cut off.
I've alerted Lieberman.

Why are you here?

She tried to call me.
And why are you here?

Come on, don't stop there.

She knew the culprit.
When is he going to be arrested?

Soon. I'm going to be in charge
of the whole affair.

Marie is waiting for you at the house.
You go there and don't move.

I must call Pauline.
- It's done.

I had Max do it. Everything's fine.

Do what I say, Jeanne.
Please.

Don't stop there
- What's up with her? She's not staying here?

She's exhausted, she's resting.
Go and do your homework.

Youa sleep?

I've found her again.

Who's that?
- Hélène Bouvier.

Deceased in 1962. Carbonised
in a car accident.

I have found her sister.

This of interest to you?
- I don't care. Have you seen her?

She's the sister of Hélène Bouvier.

Thank you for coming.
- It was no trouble.

I wanted to tell you that
I never saw that man with my sister.

However, they knew each other.
- I don't know.

At that time, my sister had someone
in her life, but not that man there.

Moreover,
I've brought you a photo.

Maybe...

Hang on a moment.

Jeanne, can you answer it,
please?

Hello?
- Jeanne, it's me.

I have your little girl.
- No.

No.

Hello, Max? It's Jeanne.
Can you hand Pauline over?

Isn't she with you?
Roger came by to collect her.

You needed her for the packing.

You're certain it was Roger?
- Certain, no.

I don't know your lover's voice.
What's going on?

Nothing. Max, I'll call you back.

He's taken Pauline. He's at my place.
I have to go.

Don't move, I'm on my way.
- No, I'm going.

Where's chief superintendent Quester?
- He just left.

Pauline?

Pauline?

Pauline?

Pauline!

Oh, Frank.

Nobody's here.
He's not here.

Yes. He's here.

Oh no.

Jeanne, it's me.

I have your little girl.
- Where is she?

In a café.

Hello, Max? It's Roger.

Jeanne asked me to call you.
- Oh no.

Poor Max.

I liked Max.
- Stop talking like that.

It's not me.

It's not me
who chooses the voice.

So, Faber, it's you.
But why?

Because of our parents?

You don't understand, Jeanne.

Understand what?
- I killed our parents.

He had no right to touch her.

Not Hélène. I loved her.
She was mine.

When he told me
that he wanted to run off with her,

I wanted to kill them all.

Him, then our dear mother
who did nothing to restrain him,

then her, afterwards.

It was simple.

There was that poor fool
who slept near the house.

It was enough to put an axe
in his hands.

Hélène burned up in her car.

It looked like it was an accident.

Why have you done this to me?
Why?

You were abandoning me, Jeanne.
You too.

You would leave me all alone.
You shouldn't have done that.

You had answers for everyone,
but you never did for me.

I had to show you the way.

To bring you closer to me.

No. Leave me.

Now everything's all right.

Both of us are going to depart.
- No.

To be like we were before.
- Frank…

Let me help you.
I'm the only one who can help you.

It's too late, Jeanne.
- Leave me…

Too late.
I'm exhausted.

Do you remember?

They were navigating by the stars.

When they came ashore on an island,
they realised...

they'd become transparent, invisible...

We will become invisible, Jeanne.
- No, Frank.

No, no!

Does it make you happy
to find them again?

No.

Come, Jeanne.

Jeanne, telephone.

Yes?

Hello, Jeanne?
It's me.

Oh no.
- What, no?

It's me, Dr. Pastor.

I'm sorry.
I didn't recognise your voice.

Some incredible things have happened
to me. I must tell you about them.

America scared me.
Do you have a couple of minutes?

Yes.
- I went to Poland.

Me? Nothing.
Oh yes, I'm going to do TV.

I'll come to see you.

Okay. Understood.