All language subtitles for HPI.S01E07.Molotov cocktail [eng]

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I'm going up front.

Forget it. That's not allowed.
-You're going for a swim with Daddy.

Don't forget Eliott's bag.

Is there a dead animal in it?
-A book a day, huh?

Day. Do a lot of pranks. They
don't always have to be the same.

Don't listen to mommy.
-Lots of fun. Get out.

Enjoy it. I've got everything under control.

Nee, it is.

This is Morgane Alvaro's answering machine.

She has Pilates followed by a
Brazilian wax and a massage at 4:00.

Leaving a message is pointless.
-We have a body in Malo-les-Bains.

Malo-les-Bains, that's by the sea, right?

Wooo! Hey! Karadec!

Nice place, you know. Good thing I picked up.

Hi, hi, Gilles. Kiss.

Vacation at taxpayer expense.

Axel Maertens, age 32.
-Oh yes, a corpse.

Looks like he's dead, doesn't he?
-Yes, I thought so.

Instructor sand yachting
and kite surfing on this beach.

He was the boss at the
sailing club. Cause of death?

Oxygen deprivation to the brain.

His body was dragged 200 meters
by a sand yacht. Death by hanging.

Could it have been an accident?
-Well, he's pretty beat up.

Skull trauma, bruises, and he's been
dragged on for a long time. Could be.

No, it's not an accident. A water sports
enthusiast does not make such a double knot.

He makes at least an 8-knot,

or a snake that goes around the tree.

So it wasn't an accident.
-Not so. Say...

Shall we eat oysters? And how long do we stay?

About the expense allowance.
-I'm not talking about that.

Can I take a dip? Be right back.
-No. Fine.

Be right back!
-I'm THIS far from 'burnout.'

I like coming here in the morning.
I sat quietly waiting for the sunrise.

Suddenly a guy arrives and he
immediately walks into the sailing club.

Did you hear anything then?
-No nothing.

Thank you. Hold on, I'll be right with you.

On?

The guys who found him didn't see anything.

But a witness saw someone go inside.

Do you record his statement?
I'm going to the sailing club.

PERVERSE

He didn't have many friends.

Don't get anywhere, Morgane.

Thank you.

Morgane? The paint is still wet.

Staying here.

I said stay out.
-Stop.

Alvaro?

Oh dear.

He was murdered here. That cart
and that rope were for the picture.

Someone wanted everyone to see him.

You're getting better and better.
-And thanks.

Axel, are you here?
-Hello, miss.

Who are you?
-Commander Karadec, Judicial Police.

And I?
-And...

Our advisor Morgane Alvaro. Are
you a colleague of Axel Maertens?

What's going on?

Why would there be complaints against him?

Did you see that on the facade? 'Perverse'?

Have you ever witnessed
inappropriate behavior on his part?

Unwanted touches? Maybe with his students?

What are you accusing him
of, that he was a pedophile?

Since he took over the club last
year, he had eyes for nothing else.

Everyone was crazy about him.

Everyone was crazy about him.

Did you have feelings for him?

It wasn't mutual.

But not because he liked children.

Because of another woman.
I just have no idea who.

How long had he felt threatened?
-No idea; why?

New lock, new security camera.

What bothered him? Anonymous
calls? Threatening letters?

It's true, he had been a little stressed lately.

He stopped working. He was worried about nothing.

How long had that been?
-Four, five months, I think.

Sorry, but hot coke is really gross.

Try to remember the man
you saw enter the sailing club.

The nose. That one?

Okay. Top of the face.
-Those eyes.

I haven't shown them yet.
-Use those.

And...

Jonathan described him.
-Is it usable?

Suitable, yes. Watch.

So. Did he look like this?
-Yes, that's him.

What is it? Why are you looking at me?

Well, I'm not going to lie
to you, your story is wrong.

Yeah, I know.
-Or you're guilty and completely stupid;

or not, and then you have to explain
why you mad a photofit self-portrait.

I don't know, I don't understand
anything anymore. I'm a patsy. A patsy-

Calm down, go easy on that head,
because you probably still need it.

There's going to be an
investigation and if you're not guilty-

Please help me.

Take him, please.
-Are you taking him into custody?

Thank you.

Have you ever experienced that?
Someone describes themselves?

Never. But he has a criminal record
and has been out only 4 months.

Am I the only one who
thinks something isn't right?

Gilles and Daphne will go to his boss,
the probation psychologist comes here.

She will fill me in tomorrow.

We should do field work together more often.

Me with my experience and
thoroughness, and you with your psychology.

Psychology?
-You women are better at that.

Of course.

Chef Dewulf? Do you have a moment?
-Nice to have you here.

When will Jonathan be released?
The guests will be arriving in an hour.

Sorry, he's suspected of--
Assaulting and hanging someone;

you need to find someone
else for the next 15 years.

No, that's not possible. I've never
had any complaints about him.

Never late or absent, works hard.
-You know about his past?

I know, I have been working with
a reintegration agency for years.

I give young people a
second chance. And it works.

What time did he leave yesterday?
-At 2:00, as usual; hold on.

Didn't Jo go home with you last night?

See? You're mistaken.

And that was it?

Then he left. I heard his door.

When I got up this morning he wasn't there.

Are you sure? You're not mistaken?

I have to get to work.

Or we trade off. You the
boldness and I the psychology.

You idiot, those are man-woman cliches.
-You're absolutely right.

What were you doing on the beach alone so early?

You left the shelter last night. Why?

I can't remember.

What happened, Jonathan?

You must have been really mad at him to do this.

Was Axel a pervert?

What did he do to you?

He said he hadn't done anything.
Then I hit him. Until he shut up.

He said he hadn't done anything?
What do you think he would have done?

When I was 13, he gave me-

Continue.

You can tell it here. I need to know.

He raped me.

During a holiday camp.

He was my instructor.

We had a campfire on the beach.

Then he took me aside and I
was stupid enough to go with him.

He said he liked me the
most, that kind of nonsense.

And then he started touching me.

I didn't do anything, I just wanted it to stop.

I looked at the full moon. And
to the lighthouse further on.

That bastard raped me. He deserved it.

Sorry, Morgane. I'm having a great day.

The Juvenile Squad will
interrogate all of the victim's students.

Is that his psychologist?
-Yes, Sabine Muller.

Well?

Jonathan shows symptoms
of a transient dissociative state,

but in his right mind.
-Did he say he was raped?

I can't tell you what is told to me in
confidence. You know the law here.

Yes, but if he has indeed been
raped the judge will take it into account.

I'm not going to break what
little faith he still has in adults.

It's up to you to do your job.

Perhaps you can say something about his past?

I assume you have access
to his Child Welfare file.

Jonathan was born to a single mother
who committed suicide when he was a baby.

He was routed through foster
homes and reform schools,

abuse and neglect.

But when I found a place for
him with Chef Dewulf, he changed.

Until today then.

Do call me if he needs me.

Very good.
-Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Bravo. Congratulations from the prosecutor.

He is not waiting for the DNA
results to prosecute. Good for our stats.

Stats.
-Pardon, Morgane? Something to say?

No, not at all. You're arresting an
innocent and happy for yourself too.

An innocent?

The suspect has a criminal record, was
found at the crime scene, and confessed.

What more do you want?

Yes! A spelling mistake.

This is Jonathan's cellphone. I checked his
2722 text messages. And look what I found.

Over there. "That new waiter is
a real pervert." Perverse with a T.

And further on: 'Don't talk so
perverted about her. Also here with a T.

But at the sailing club he makes a mistake?
-Definitely had language lessons.

That last text is from yesterday.
Language lessons at night?

The investigation is closed.
End of discussion. Okay?

You take the first one. Okay, he's
the ideal suspect, but not the culprit.

But you don't see beyond your nose.

I stuck my neck out to get you
here. And so far without regrets.

But the police is an institution,
with rules and hierarchy and

anyway, don't talk to me like that. Period. Shit!

Take the afternoon off.
-Perfect.

I do have other things to do.

Much more interesting stuff.

What now? Aren't I right?

Yes.
-Of course.

Get to work.

We Miss You

Karadec, what are you doing here?

I waited for you.
-Are you stalking me or something?

No, but usually something happens now.

Like?

Most of the time you're connecting ideas,

leading to bizarre situations
that put us on crazy trails.

And I won't let you follow it alone this time.

And yet I thought you'd
be quicker. Or am I wrong?

Where are we going?
-To the sailing club.

That wasn't smart, with Celine.

I know. But he wasn't. with a T.

You're not here for my divine body,
but because you have doubts too, right?

Maertens may have liked teenagers,
but I'm sure not just Jonathan.

You doubt.
-It could be

that the rape is wrong, but he's not innocent.

He may have made it up to
create extenuating circumstances.

Jonathan as a manipulative
genius? Do you really believe it?

How so?
-Did you see him?

You spoke to him for two minutes.
Gifted and also a mentalist?

Indeed.

I don't know, but it's worth looking into.

But as long as we don't have
anything we keep it discreet.

What we do now stays between us.

We need to have something
concrete for Celine. Good?

Wait. Are you trying to tell me that
we're secretly continuing the investigation?

How cool.

Don't get so excited, Morgane.

What a child you are.

Shall we celebrate with some music?

Who buys CDs anymore?
-They've been there for a long time.

Only Breton. Are you serious?
-He can do that again.

One then.

Why are we going to the sailing club?
-Because my soda was warm.

In the valley

in the valley

because my soda was warm

Morgane, here.

On the watch.

Baby, where have you been? I was terrified.

Did you break something?
-No, the back door was open.

Discreetly, I said.
-Yes Yes Yes.

Yes of course. Have a look.

Show me.
-Wait a second.

Look. Axel Maertens was ill for 3
weeks in November. So 5 months ago.

He got this recipe. Bandage with
hyaluronic acid ointment for burns.

And where did he get it?

That stupid fridge exploded.

So it doesn't work anymore and
that's why my Coke was warm.

Okay, so an accident.
-Nothing, that wasn't an accident. Look,

all the dead cockroaches.
-Explosion?

No, they were charred.

That fridge was sprayed with
insecticide. That's why they're dead.

Very nice, but what is the
connection with Maertens?

Okay, it was by design.
-Because?

When I was young I was a little

rebellious.
-When you were young?

Focus. When I was young I learned
how to make Molotov cocktails.

Insecticide plus freon gas. Classic.
And where do you find freon gas?

At the back of the refrigerator.

So the fridge-- Was sabotaged.

Are you watching?
-The cord of the lamp has been stripped.

Axel opens the fridge,
short circuit, spark, explosion.

That attack was 5 months ago.

Jonathan was in jail then; it wasn't him.

Bravo.
-You don't take fingerprints?

Oh yeah. Excellent idea.
-Why focus?

Did you receive the samples?

Tops, you owe me that, bro. Good, see you.

Serious? Bro? Who do you
know at the TR? Eddie Murphy?

We help each other every now and then.

You should know what you do in your
spare time. When will you get the result?

It's coming very soon.
-Your report on Jonathan, I hope?

Well no, because I think maybe we
should look at that spelling mistake after all.

Maybe we went too fast.
-John.

Jonathan has repeated his
story. I want that report today.

OK it'll be fine.

What are you doing weird?
And you'll never be here this early.

You certainly don't. Did you sleep here?
-No, it is not.

My kids are on vacation. Can I work overtime?

Besides, I could earn a little
more as a genius. Think about it?

I hate this.
-Stop it, Karadec. Don't worry.

It's just a very small lie.

It's not even a lie, because
we're right. Don't worry.

The prints are in the file. They are from...

Lucie Vandorme, age 20.
On file for pickpocketing.

She lives in Malo-les-Bains,
Rue du Marechal Foch 1.

Come on.

We have no warrant, we only ask questions;

we're not arresting anyone,
we're not the police. Okay?

Stop it, she's right there.

I need to talk to her. Will you leave us alone?

Why would I?

Oh: that. Take your lemonade over there, please.

Firm discretion, we're good at it, it's true.

Strawberries or Smurf, Karadec?
-No thanks.

I don't like that.

Lucie Vandorme?

Does the name Axel Maertens mean anything to you?
-Never heard of him.

Crazy. Your prints were on the fridge...

which put him in hospital for 3 weeks.

Are you going after her? I'll see you later.

Don't move. Do you know
what's on attempted murder?

Why are you protecting such a bastard?

Will you tell me what happened?

He raped me.

I was nine.

On the beach he took me
aside and sat down next to me.

He said I had something special
and we could share a little secret.

And then,

he started groping me.

He put his hand in my pants, lay on top of me,

and raped me.

I turned my head because I didn't
want to see him. I looked at the sea.

To the light of the moon on the waves.

I had repressed it, but then
suddenly everything came back.

And 5 months ago you sabotaged
his refrigerator in revenge.

He survived and yesterday
you came back to kill him.

What?

Wait.

You mean he's dead?

I didn't know that. No, really.

Where were you yesterday between 5:00 and 7:00?

I was working. I work at night at
the gas station from 12:00 to 8:00.

Do you know a Jonathan Gourvil?
-No.

What are you doing?

Police Nationale! You
touch this, you touch France.

You don't know him? And what about this photo?

I used to work for Dewulf,
but I don't remember him.

You're lying.
-No, really.

You can go.
-I'm not being arrested?

Explain that to me!

I can only arrest with a rogatory
letter or in the act. Unfortunately.

So we drop it.
-That's right.

Ridiculous, all those rules with
you. Were you disturbed by that?

You can throw punches,
but you let a lying girl walk!

Please, Morgane.

Good, thank you. Have a nice day.

Lucie's boss confirms she was at work.

It makes Jonathan believable.
Our victim was a serial rapist.

Maertens hasn't raped anyone.
-Because?

They lie. Lucie and Jonathan lie.
-How do you get to that?

Their story is heartbreaking,
but complete nonsense.

They both tell it in the
same order, in the same way.

Pretty much with the same details.

It was on the beach.
-On the beach he took me aside.

He said he liked me the most.
-It would be our little secret.

Only when you lie is a story so ordered.

I had the feeling that something wasn't right.

Perhaps they are looking
for extenuating circumstances.

But what is the motive?
-I can't think when I'm hungry.

You just had two ice creams.

Maybe we shouldn't wonder why they killed him,

but for whom they killed him.

Someone who knows them both.

Someone they admire, who gave them
a second chance, who they worked for?

You're starting to get hungry too, aren't you?

How about a 3-star meal? Let's do it.

For the first time in my life I'm
going to a starred restaurant.

But not in these clothes.

Reservations have been
made in the name of Karadec.

Is that all?
-If you want a taste?

Does it suit you?
-Pretty. Bring it on.

Morgane, one glass.

No, thank you.

Well, let me have it.

It's different.

A 200 balles dress of and not even a rhinestone.

What's the use of putting
it on if you can't see it?

I can see it. It looks good on you.

And it's elegant.

Oh me?

I feel like an old burger patty.

But now I know what you like.
-I didn't say that.

Vegetable sushi with sage for the lady,
foie gras with consomme for the gentleman.

It's the other way around.
-Excuse me.

I am vegetarian.
-And he doesn't drink wine. "Boring!"

Enjoy your meal.
-'Enjoy your meal.'

I'm curious if your wallet enjoys it.

Ma'am, can I have some mayo with that?

What?
-It's still on.

The receipt. The receipt is
still attached to your dress.

Otherwise I won't get my money back.

I paid for that dress.

Seeing me in this dress
is worth a small fee, isn't it?

Eat before it gets cold.

Look, flowers!

Good, all the events in sequence:
Dewulf asks Lucie to kill Maertens.

It fails. They argue, he
fires her and asks Jonathan.

He says yes and hopes for a reduced sentence,

because of that rape story that
Dewulf presents him. Are you listening?

The question is: How did he convince
them and why did he want to kill Maertens?

It's not me you should be watching:

But her.

That's his wife, Helene Dewulf. Did you see that?

That's his wife, Helene Dewulf. Did you see that?

She's not there at all. And
her blouse is done up wrong.

She has red eyes and makes a mess.

And the connection with our research?

Do you remember those
pictures at the sailing club?

Those weren't selfies.
Someone took those pictures.

Surely.
-Someone who didn't want to be in the pictures.

But on one of them you see the
shadow of a woman with a ponytail.

And what did that instructor say? That
there was a woman in Maertens' life.

A secret relationship. Why?

Because she was married.

So you think Dewulf's wife
was Maertens' mistress?

That's thin, Morgane.
It's something, but it's thin.

For madam.

Say, I have a question:

Do those surfers really
live up to their reputation?

That salt on their chests,
as they wax their boards...

and the patience with which they
wait for the wave: You can imagine that.

But just from your own experience:
That sand gets in everything, doesn't it?

Quiet, please. My husband doesn't know.

What do you want?
-Talk to you.

I heard it in the kitchen this morning.

Was it serious with Axel?

No, it was just an adventure.
But that it would end like this...

Are you sure your husband didn't notice?

Very sure.

Patrick just doesn't see anything like that.

He is very loyal.

He sees nothing wrong
with it. That is also its charm.

How did that go with Axel?

We were together for a few months.

We always saw each other in the caravan with him.

A caravan?
-Yes, he had it on the beach road.

It was romantic. In the beginning it was great.

But he's been acting weird for a while.

Do you also know why? Do you
think he was hiding something?

I think he had problems.

One morning a shady type
came by while we were in bed.

He threatened him. It was about money, I believe.

Do you remember what he looked like? Or his name?

It was a muscular man
with tattoos on his forearms.

I heard he called him Tony.

Axel said it was nothing, an
old issue. But then he was afraid.

Can I go now?
-Of course. Thank you.

Your blouse is buttoned incorrectly.

Was everything to your liking?
-Seriously! Especially those big shrimp.

Can I bring the rest of my dessert in a bag?

Sure, let's do it.
-Nice. Another question.

Did you know that your wife
cheated on a dead surfer?

What are you talking about?

What are you doing?

What? At least now we know for sure.
Indeed, he didn't know. Are you coming?

Now we are really in trouble.

No theory holds up anymore.

Dewulf was our only link
between Jonathan and Lucie.

So it wasn't him.

And now? Back to Lille with your tail
between your legs? That sucks isn't it?

Celine Hazan 11 unanswered calls

We're going back to Lille.
But first somewhere else.

Axel Maertens lived there.

One Tony threatened him there a few weeks ago.

Wild stuff, say.

Do you think that will work?
-A caravan goes faster.

Not bad, say. However? Boy.

Do you know? I was sure you were
the stupidest guy in the whole world.

But that is not always the case.
-How sweet.

No really. Very occasionally
you are even almost a little cool.

Okay, I know I'm not always the easiest.

I can even be quite difficult.
-You just have an authority problem.

No, ho ho. The authority has a problem
with me. It's the other way around.

It would be nice if you can
solve that problem someday.

If you can adapt.

Why?

So that I obey you? Will you order me around?

Stop it. I'm just saying if you
continue like this you'll be fired again.

While you are so talented.

You are good.

As a teammate.

Don't look like that. You get me.
-I'm your best teammate.

I'm trying to say it would be nice if
we could continue working together.

Two cars full of seedy types.

Hide yourself. To the ground.

Axel? I want my money back.
-We know you're here.

I've been waiting for 14 years. Did
you want to disappear with the money?

That will be the famous Tony.

I'm going to try something.

Fuck off, Tony. I have nothing to say to you.
-Oh? Memory problem?

Malo-les-Bains, you remember?

Who was on cops for thirty grand?
Pay up, or you really disappear.

That's what they call the
lookout during a robbery.

How do you know that?
-Not now.

Karadec, what now? Soon they'll make him...
-Calm down.

Stay calm. Gilles? I'm in trouble.

Come on.

You stay here.

Just wait.
-Quiet.

Open up, damn it.

Quiet. I'm from the police. Calm down.

I'm from the police. Quiet.
-No games, ballsack.

Let me go.

Let me go.
-Let her go. Leave her alone.

Who are you?
-Karadec, Judicial Police. This is not smart.

Where is Axel?
-Let her go.

Get up.

Calm down, you. Quiet.

In your car.

Get out. Fuck off. In your car.

We go.
-Away. Get out.

Away. Fuck off.

Morgane, are you okay?

It's over, Morgane.

So it wasn't Tony, because he
obviously didn't know Maertens was dead.

And it wasn't Chef Dewulf either. So...

I'm overlooking something. I'm going mad.

Morgane, shut up and leave this to me, okay?

I'm listening.

Sorry, Celine. Things are a little slippery.

Maertens was previously the target of
Lucie Vandorme who worked at Dewulf.

We found her prints at the club.
-Seals broken?

Shit; yeah.

We went to Dewulf. He could be the client.

That was sweet, by the way.

And his wife was talking about a
Tony who got money from the victim.

The victim was involved
in a burglary 14 years ago.

That must be related to his
death. And then it got out of hand.

But unbelievably out of hand.

Well...
-How? Injuries?

I shot one in the shoulder.
-But it was clearly an emergency.

How so? Were they armed?
-Muscles count too, right?

They tried to strangle her.

Celine, maybe Morgane is right
and that kid didn't kill Maertens.

The results are in,

and Jonathan's DNA was on
the rope used in Maertens' death.

He killed him.

Good gracious.

With us. It's all right.

Chloe eats for fifteen, dear.

And Eliott learned to dive.
-Well...

I can't pinch my nose when I dive.

And Thea is also doing well.
-Yes, there are a lot of young people.

So that. We'll call again.
Kiss for mom, boys. Kiss.

I looked at the full moon. And
to the lighthouse further on.

Burglaries in Malo-les-Bains

June 24, 2006 Office of
Drs. Muller, Psychologists

June 24, 2006 Office of
Drs. Muller, Psychologists

BURGLARY

Burglary at Muller practice;

Dr Muller was shot dead in the process;

two masked perpetrators are on the run.

Face, eyes...

What are you doing here?
-Continue. Just pretend I'm not there.

I'm a consultant, I just watch.

Sorry, we'll continue next week.

Try it with me?

How does that hypnosis work?
-What are you talking about?

Go. Give me beautiful childhood memories,

just like Jonathan and Lucie.
-No idea what you're talking about.

This is also an atmosphere of nothing. Wait.

Look.

The sea.

The beach.

The lighthouse. The full moon.

You have all the details of
their alleged rape here. Crazy!

You gave them false memories.
That is quite something.

You started with Lucie,
but she didn't kill Maertens.

Then you started again with
Jonathan, and this time it worked.

You hypnotized them into puppets.

You used them as weapons to kill Maertens.

You have no proof.

Those children trusted you and
you sacrificed them. How could you?

What about him? How could
Maertens kill my husband in front of me?

He put a bullet through his head like
that. That bastard took everything from me.

And then he disappeared.
-The police didn't find him. But you do.

For 14 years I pretended to be alive.

And one day I went to the surf
club to rent a sand yacht for Sarah.

When he started talking, I
immediately recognized his voice.

He had to pay.

Now I can finally try to live.

You wouldn't let Jonathan
go to jail for you, would you?

He killed him. I don't
appear anywhere in the story.

You only made one mistake:

the 'perverse' which Jonathan
didn't write on the facade. You did.

His death wasn't enough: everyone
adored him, and that was not allowed.

Can you prove that then?

Your shoe soles, the collar of
your coat, the car upholstery;

have you cleaned everything properly?

Because paint particles get stuck in everything.

We always find out.

She has confessed to manipulating
Jonathan and Lucie. That means...

That Jonathan doesn't have to go to jail?

Due to diminshed capacity.

Maybe it will be conditional with
treatment obligation. Then he is released.

Good. Good evening.
-You too, chief.

Fingerprint search, use of database,

questioning suspects contrary to procedure,

breaking seals, use of a firearm
without self defense, and so on.

What happened to you?

I stuck you with Morgane and have
a share of the blame, so I'll shut up.

But next time I can't do anything.

I know.

I don't know you anymore.

Hello, I'm not available. Don't
hesitate to leave a message. Thanks.

Karadec, it's me-

it's Morgane;

I said to myself, 'We have to celebrate, ' right?

I managed to get two tickets for, hold on tight:

Celtic Legends.

It's their last one in Lille tonight at 8pm.

Maybe we can have
something to eat at Ranir first.

So if you feel like it...

Excuse me, are you sure
you don't want another
samosa? - No, thank you.

Good.

Look: not sure if you like Celtic music,

but you never know.

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