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And if you're not there, who will I do the silly face competition with?

So you can't go.

We haven't done that for two years.

A good point.

I've been practicing this one for a couple of months. Look.

Look.

What's that? What is it?

-Seen the clothes? -Yeah.

-For a pregnant woman. -Right.

Want my theory?

He's a guy, he snatches women,

he gets rid of all their previous guys, he gets them pregnant

and he places the children where he's been asked to leave them.

By a tree for Catherine Keemer, by a wind turbine for this one.

BODY WIND TURBINE

But this guy we're looking for...

doesn't necessarily kill the woman.

Catherine Keemer is alive.

Emilie Sauvage was, when he let her go.

So why kill this one, and why bury her?

You saw the body.

How long had it been there?

Maybe she was his first victim and he's improved his technique since.

Well?

She died right after giving birth.

What's going on?

Who comes for all these children?

When you decide to become a mother it's so strong.

Stronger than the fear.

You know it's out there...

all that craziness, but you don't think about it.

You think about all the beautiful stuff, and...

you keep going.

Can I ask you a personal question?

Yes, very personal.

Why haven't I had kids?

It's not that I didn't want any.

I'm the "glass half-full" type too.

It just never happened.

This woman writing the letter "U" in the psychiatric hospital,

Christiane Varene...

Do you think she's telling the truth? Does she know things?

I think it's possible.

In what way?

Do you know where you are, Christiane?

In the mountains.

Christiane.

It's over there.

Do you know who does that?

Do you know his name?

If you know his name, it's important that you tell me.

The "U" that you're always writing looks like horns.

Don't you think so?

What time is it?

I have to get back, I'm tired.

My game show is on TV at 6:30.

My game show is on TV at 6:30.

My game show is on TV at 6:30.

Stupid minotaur legends.

You get them all over France, into Spain too.

You're on the wrong track.

But you saw her reaction. She recognized it.

She wanted to please you.

And there's her writing.

If she wanted to draw horns, she would. It's just the letter "U".

In 37 years, no one has managed to get her to talk.

She won't start now.

This is it.

-The orphanage closed in '91. -And since then?

The priests were talking of turning it into a museum, but...

What exactly are you looking for?

I'm interested in a woman who lived here with her little brother.

Christiane Varene.

-When? -From 1974 to 1979.

I wasn't here then.

Do you know who was working here at that time?

Father Monsourt,

who was in charge, died a long time ago.

I don't know who else.

There weren't many. The abbot, a nurse...

And the archives?

At the town hall.

-Do you want to see them? -Yes, please.

A bull?

Yes, a bull or a minotaur.

-No. -Yes.

The rock at the north cliff. The legend of the bull.

What legend?

This mount used to be the sacred place of a god.

I don't know which god,

but he was supposedly born in a rock.

He climbed up to the summit, sacrificed a bull,

and fertilized the land with its blood.

I don't really have memories.

More like...

feelings.

These odors come back to me.

What emotions do these odors spark?

Fear.

I'm afraid.

Almost all the time.

Afraid of what?

Of not finding him.

-The child? -Yes.

I dream about him every night.

I see myself placing him by that tree.

And I see him.

He comes to get him.

And he takes him away.

Mrs. Keemer, will you tell me

about your daughters, Lea and Louise.

Lea...

talks a lot.

She asks me lots of questions.

Louise is different.

I think she's afraid of me.

Of what I've become.

Do you understand how she feels?

Yes.

And your husband?

I don't want to hear about this child!

-It's too late, he's dead! -No!

I know lie's alive.

He's dead, he doesn't need you anymore!

But your daughters do!

And I do!

We need you, and we're here.

I'm here, Catherine.

You hear me?

My husband is like me.

He's making an effort.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

What are you playing at?

-Putting my hand in the freezer. -Why?

To see how long it takes before it starts hurting.

The minotaur comes for the children.

MINOTAUR ROCK

How do we find him?

By finding whoever puts the children there.

What do we know about him?

He's obsessive.

-Yes. -A bit like you.

He stores the bodies in freezers, which he then thoroughly cleans.

Not a single trace or fingerprint.

I think...

he got the hots for Keemer.

But he had a problem because the woman he wanted

had had 15 guys in her life.

So he needed somewhere he could have the freezers delivered,

for putting the bodies in.

He found an isolated house,

inhabited by a single guy.

So the killer needed a way

to make contact with Mauricourt.

He did it the classic way, breaking down in the street.

Mauricourt...

saw him, went to give him a hand,

they got on pretty well... Maybe he has a nice smile!

So Mauricourt invited him in for a drink.

And the next morning he woke up, tied to his armchair.

The killer tortured him

until Mauricourt gave up the PIN to his credit card.

The killer went around buying freezers,

came back, got set up,

and lived there for weeks,

never checking on his victim.

He left him to shout, yell, scream...

In short, he let him die,

slowly, of hunger and thirst.

It all fits.

OK, so he stored the bodies at Mauricourt's place...

-But he didn't keep Catherine there. -Why?

Three years.

He kept her locked up for three long years.

He wanted her all for himself.

There are too many windows there, it's too open to the world.

He wanted her away from everything, from the light...

In a place from which there was no possible hope of escape.

Unless...

No, no, no. I know what you're gonna say.

-I haven't said anything. -But I know.

What am I gonna say?

I know what you think.

You'll say that Catherine Keemer

let herself get seduced by him.

that she may have colluded, but I...

Don't get annoyed.

It just doesn't make sense.

It doesn't make sense.

Who is he?

Have you got anything? A lead to him?

I told you we're working at it.

That's not enough!

He stole my child off me. What is it he wants?

Calm down and let me do my job.

I can't just do nothing.

I'm gonna go crazy.

I can't take it anymore.

I can't stay here.

Please... take me somewhere else.

Anywhere, I don't care. Just for a few hours.

Get me outta here.

Just an hour or two.

-Do we follow you? -No, it's OK.

-She shouldn't, really. -I'm responsible.

The effects of the product you absorbed will gradually fade.

His face, where he took you, the three years you lived there...

It's in your memory. And the best way to access that

is to follow the protocol.

stay with your family, your daughters and husband.

Your former life. You have to realize that.

The best way to find your child is to remember.

Remember what?

My husband, my girls?

I don't remember.

None of that comes back to me.

What comes back to me are feelings.

The pleasure, the music,

getting hot and sweaty...

That was the other Catherine Keemer.

The one who went out, slept with guys...

The one that nobody wants to find.

The lawyer from the car park remembers your number but daren't call.

Are you free tonight? Antoine

Not tonight.

Tomorrow?

Yes!

I'm tired.

-Wait. -What?

-Wait. -What are you doing?

I'm sniffing your perfume.

It reminds me of something.

No, seriously! What is it?

It's yours.

-What do you mean? -There was a drop...

You stole my perfume?

No, there was just a drop in the...

-Yeah, and? -I put some on.

Great.

-Can you get in? -Yeah.

No, I'm...

Shit!

Jacqueline.

I'm sorry, it's really late.

-No. -Yes, I'm sorry.

I just dozed off for a moment.

This is a friend.

-Was everything OK? -Yes, everything was fine.

I'll walk you back. I'm so sorry, it's horribly late.

I didn�t notice the time.

I won't lie, we've had a bit to drink.

I'm so sorry. I'll take you out for a meal next week.

Cheers.

You got a guy?

Not really.

I mean... I dunno.

If the killer had chosen you,

how many men would there have been in your bus?

Four.

I mean in total.

Yes, four.

Don't look at me like that. It's nothing to be ashamed of.

-Four? -Yes.

Four, including the one you've just met?

How do you know?

You "don't know" if you have a guy,

which means you've just met him and don't know if it's gonna last.

I'm impressed.

I really am.

What would you do if...

all the guys you'd ever been with were dead because of you?

You didn't kill them.

No, but...

they're dead because at some point they loved me.

Your husband loves you, but he's alive.

I wonder why he spared him.

I don't know.

Not yet.

Maybe because you're married and he respects those ties.

Maybe because...

you've had children with him.

I don't know.

I joined Fiinder, like you.

I meet guys in the neighborhood you used to frequent.

If he's still at it, he'll have a new hunting ground.

Maybe... maybe not.

The cop I work with agrees with you.

Justin, is that right?

He doesn't like me.

He's not too fond of you.

He thinks I colluded.

What if he was right?

I don't want him to be.

Maybe I could help you.

The guys you meet...

If you show me their faces,

maybe I'll remember.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Was it you who took that baby?

I wanted to tell you...

Mom's got enough problems. Don�t give her all your shit too!

We've identified the body by the wind turbine.

Her name was Virginie Drouet, single, living in poverty...

She was reported missing in a different area.

In the Oise.

When?

Over six years ago.

How did you find her?

Dental records. We got lucky.

Hey, Sandra.

She was two weeks from her due date when she disappeared.

And the baby's father?

He's alive.

No freezing, no bus.

-When did you find her? -Yesterday.

WIND TURBINE BODY

-You lived together? -No.

We each lived our own life.

How long had you known each other?

About two years.

Was she seeing other men?

I don't think so, but...

She told me I was the father.

When she went missing,

do you remember anything in particular? An encounter?

Something that may have happened to her?

No.

I don't think so, no.

Mr. Lorguet, are you OK?

Yeah, I'm OK.

Virginie Drouet was living

in a dive of a hotel.

She disappeared in October.

The baby's father reported it three weeks later.

We've found three of her former lovers, all alive.

So we have two M.O.s? Two signatures?

Two killers.

Two killers?

The children always disappear.

And there's that minotaur figure.

They'd have to know each other.

Oh, yes, the pathologist...

found blood under her nails.

Some good news at last. When do we get the DNA results?

Soon, a few hours.

Now the question is...

Is Virginie Drouet the only victim of our new friend?

Extend the searches to the last 15 years all over France and Belgium.

We're looking for pregnant women

who went missing a few days or weeks before their due date.

Women living below the poverty line, socially isolated...

And you'll have to check all the region's wind turbines.

Oh, yes!

Keemer slept at your place? You're crazy!

-Why? -You're too involved.

OK, I shouldn't have taken her to my place, you're right.

But I know what I'm doing. She trusts me, and that works for us.

Yeah, right!

Sandra, you're a cop, not a shrink.

I don't think he's changed his hunting ground.

He thinks he's unstoppable.

And he's right.

He's seduced two women,

he's had two kids, and he has no reason to stop now.

If I talk to him, and we've got Keemer with us,

it might stir something, even make her remember him.

-No, Sandra. -Why not?

Because!

I don't understand. Keemer wants to help us.

-You're too close to her. -Change the record!

No, I won't. You shouldn't have taken her home.

The judge was clear.

She must stay at home and follow the care protocol.

The care protocol? Are you serious?

-Yes. -Is that your solution?

The care protocol? I don't think you realize who we're up against.

The care protocol!

How long do we wait for her to remember, when he could strike at any moment?

Maxime, I know this is a good idea.

No minotaur?

No minotaur.

That's him.

It's him.

-Are you sure? -Yes.

We have an identification.

Police, don't move!

Ouch! Shit!

Ouch, you're hurting!

That hurts!

So consenting adults aren't allowed to fool around?

What is this?

The Righteous Squad?

Mr. Lopez, what I'm interested in is, do you know these two women?

-No. -Are you sure?

I don't know them.

Fred.

So...

Maurice Lopez.

On Fiinder for six months.

All he's told us is true.

He was living in Portugal when Keemer went missing.

Shit, we got it wrong!

No, she got it wrong.

Thank you.

Well... it's not him.

-It's not? -No, it's not.

Shit, I was so sure

it was him.

-The blood under Drouet�s nails. -Yes?

Guess.

Look. I want to get home. Do we know whose it is?

No.

Shit!

We don't know,

but we know it's a woman's DNA.

-A woman's? -Yes.

I've found something!

I'd never screwed in a parking lot before I met you.

And you?

Yes. Just the once.

Next time, maybe we could do it differently.

Meaning?

I don't know.

Dinner?

Go to my place? To yours?

Not my place.

Married?

No, I live alone, with my two daughters.

And you?

I live alone, but it's pretty recent.

Since when?

About a week ago.

A week? Oh, right!

You don't waste any time, huh?

Do you have any plans for tonight?

I can't tonight. I'm taking the girls bowling.

What's your job?

Anthology of 20th Century French Poetry

Well, what do you do?

I write children's books.

I do the illustrations too.

Great.

What sort of stones?

You know, princesses who want to save people...

Stuff like that.

-Everything OK? -I have to get back for my girls.

-When will I see you again? -Very soon.

-Shall I call you? -Yeah.

Jacqueline, can you take her a moment?

Do you want a drink?

Yeah, it's me.

No, nothing. Look...

I'm calling because I wonder if I...

Did I leave Chloee's sweater at your place? It's red.

-You're calling me about that? -Yeah.

I'm with some pals right now, so...

I'll look when I get home and call you tomorrow.

OK, thanks. Ciao.

HOME NUMBER

Hello, Clement?

It's Sandra.

Yes, Sandra Winckler.

I saw your number in my contacts,

and I decided to give you a call and see how it's going.

How are you?

Good, really good.

And...

Shoot, I've got another call! I'll call you back.

Right away.

I gave you that.

One Christmas.

Small and compact.

But it's digital. You didn't much like digital cameras.

Don't move.

Come into the light.

Turn a bit.

Mom, Louise!

Dinner's ready.

Coming.

VOICE OF THE NORTH

...Marechal DeLattre Street Europe Residence - Door 56, CALAIS

Goodnight, Sandra. Thank you, it was a lovely evening.

We'll do it again.

-Goodnight, Chloee. -Goodnight.

Wait a moment.

OK, sweetie?

-Goodnight, Mom. -Goodnight.

-Straight to bed. -Yeah.

OBLIVION

Hello, Catherine.

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