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Company, move to the stages!

Audrey, your costume's

in your room.

Oh, wait, um, and with this.

I'll try this, then.

Thanks. I'll be on set.

Thank you, sweetie.

The truth will set you free!

Don't move.

I got him. You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Perp is down.

Subject is safe.

Good job. Let's take him

in for questioning.

That was easy.

A little too easy.

If you ever want to change jobs,

you'd make a great stunt double.

Jumping out windows

and falling down stairs?

-That's too dangerous for me.

-You get shot at.

-Yeah, but I can shoot back.

-Ha. Touché.

Here she is. She's fine.

Good job.

You not hurt?

Not at all.

And please thank

Michel again for me.

-I will.

-He's a good man.

You're all incredible.

Thank you. So, um, this...

this guy, you've never

seen him before?

No. Never. Excuse me.

Uh, you're absolutely sure?

Stalkers usually get close

a number of times

before working up the stones

to make contact with their prey.

"Prey?"

You make me sound so helpless.

It's not you,

it's them, really.

Stalkers can sometimes

be very dangerous people.

Especially if they are

delusional.

We think that...

you may not be his first.

Tonino Piovani received

the same hate mail as you.

"All false idols must die"?

Piovani and me?

Yeah.

-Okay, we're ready

for touch-ups, Audrey!

-All right...

We will contact you

about making a statement.

-Anything you need.

-You take care.

-Thank you.

-Goodbye.

Theo, it's me. They got him.

Let's hope this is all over now.

Clément Blanc is

a French citizen,

25 years of age.

He has a juvenile record of

various drug-related offenses.

Mostly possession.

He disappeared off the grid

about three years ago.

Disappeared?

No records, cell phone,

bank card usage,

no IP address, nothing.

-As if he ceased to exist.

-You searched him,

he had nothing on him?

Only the tranquilizer gun

and that necklace.

A dart gun, very different

from the murder in Rome

two months ago.

Piovani didn't get sedatives.

Just a knife, four times.

Maybe Piovani wasn't supposed

to die immediately.

To what end?

Kidnapping? Ransom?

Torture?

Maybe he wanted information?

About what?

$64,000 question.

Why warn the potential targets

by mail?

It doesn't make sense.

All it did here was

allow us to catch him.

We've been here

almost half an hour,

and all we've done is

memorize each other's faces.

This isn't about

making things worse.

You were caught

in the act.

I'm not trying

to incriminate you.

I just want to

give you the chance

to explain yourself,

to tell me your truth.

Is there something

about the truth?

There is no truth here.

Maybe you can provide some.

Stop defending the lies.

What prevails, what survives,

will be the truth.

That makes sense.

Audrey St. Marie.

Do you think she lied to you?

She lies to the world.

She's the queen of lies.

She pretends to be other people.

You wanted to what,

make her tell the truth?

Kill her so she would

stop lying?

Carl, what do you think?

Don't know yet.

Seeger, incoming.

When's the last time

you were in Italy, Clément?

The name Piovani?

Ring a bell? Hmm?

No?

You know, I'm just trying

to get a reading on whether

you're a garden variety asshole

or full-on Looney Tunes

psychopath.

You know, at first I thought

this was just for a quick buck.

You know,

threaten an actress,

take her hostage,

get the insurance company

for the film to pay up.

There is no profit in falsehood.

You have a problem with us

thinking that you profited?

You're making false accusations.

Which accusation is false?

You were going to kill her,

or just take her?

What was your goal?

They are all false idols.

That is just the phrase...

in these letters.

They were sent...

to Audrey St. Marie

and Tonino Piovani.

He was stabbed to death.

Did you do that, Clément, hmm?

Did you hack him up?

There are many false idols.

So why Audrey? Hmm?

She is only a symbol,

a mask for the lies.

There is no profit in falsehood.

Yeah, so you said.

Well, um, no worries,

you're not going anywhere,

and we have forever.

Forever may not be

as long as you think.

What do you mean?

This world ends soon.

It will be reborn

from night into day.

But not before

this weekend, right?

Because I got tickets

for a hockey game...

What's going on there, Clément?

We need a medic.

That was the hospital.

He has a serious concussion,

and there may be

cerebral damage.

Not that we need

any more bad news, but

I can't find any indication

that Clément was ever in Italy.

So, we are certain

the two murders are connected,

but we don't have

any evidence to that effect.

Aside from one

delusional nutter?

An Italian film agent,

a French actress filming

in Holland,

and a French perpetrator.

It's almost too random

to be random.

Maybe he's a movie critic.

The French can be tough.

"The world reborn

from night into day."

Don't apocalyptic

visions usually come from

a group mentality?

Yeah, they do.

Like a cult. With followers.

There could be more assailants

and potential victims.

So the crimes can be connected

even if Clément isn't.

There has to be a connection

between the victims.

Carl, Sebastian, Tommy, go back

to the crime scene in Italy.

Arabela, we are going to France

to talk to Clément's mother.

Wow, I didn't know film agents

lived as good as film actors.

10% of everything

and no paparazzi

following you around?

Nice gig, if you ask me.

Someone followed this guy.

Piovani didn't

show up to work.

Assistant found the body.

Plastic bag over his head...

He was nailed to the door

through his...

feet and hands,

then stabbed four times.

Bled out.

Piovani weighed what,

about a hundred kilos?

Then how the hell

did Clément do that?

You couldn't nail a guy up to

a door like that without help.

Here we go.

It's cooking all the data.

That's Piovani.

Pool of blood collecting

there under his feet.

What does that

look like to you?

Imprint of a shoe.

Let me zoom in.

A trainer?

Yeah, the right one.

Stab, stab, stab, stab...

Four times...

From this angle...

the perp was standing

in this position right here.

He was right-handed.

And?

Clément's a lefty.

When may I see him?

Unfortunately, we have not

finished interviewing him yet.

I do not know what more

I could have done.

I know what you feel.

Do you have children?

I had a son.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

What was Clément like

as a boy?

At 16, he became

involved in drugs.

If it's any consolation,

he tested clean for us.

He stopped completely

a couple of years ago.

How did he do it?

He found someone.

That's Nicholas Wells.

He's a New Yorker.

Aye, he's a big-time director.

Yeah, he was killed, too.

Yeah, about six months ago.

Yeah, Upper West Side.

Major news. Big case.

And he and Piovani

knew each other.

Who are you calling?

Amanda.

In New York?

Do you know what time

it is there?

Yeah, she won't care.

She's all about the job.

Amanda, it's me.

-Do you know what time it is?

-What?

It's 2:00 in the morning.

Oh, it is?

Sorry about that.

I didn't mean to wake you.

But as long as you're up,

I got something for you.

Is this going to mean

another trip to Europe?

Yeah.

The young man's name was Mathis.

They started to spend

all their time together,

and just like that,

Clément stopped the drugs.

But then he met the others.

The others?

Friends of Mathis.

Clément didn't share much,

but I had the impression

they were part of a spiritual

society of some kind.

And he changed?

He became... distant.

Told me our relationship

was a lie.

Can you believe it?

His own mother.

Did he mention any other names,

or maybe where

the group might be located?

No, just that it was

here in France, and that...

uh, it would be a...

a rebirth, or something.

Did he say something

about the end of the world?

My world ended three years ago

when Clément vanished.

This photo was taken yesterday.

Clément...

Theo.

I need to meet you. Tonight.

Meet? Why?

It's important.

We must meet tonight.

If you insist.

How about 11:00 on Prinsestraat?

Blink your lights.

I'll come to you.

You're not a journalist,

you're a cancer.

Spreading your lies

to the world.

Do you know who can never,

ever tell a lie?

A dead man.

Just can't live

without me, can you?

Fly all night,

and then straight to work.

That's impressive.

I was reviewing the case

on the plane. I don't want

to waste any time.

Let's get right to it.

This way.

Clément Blanc,

this here is Detective Andrews.

She came all the way

from New York City.

She took a red-eye.

Nicholas Wells?

He was murdered six months ago.

Did you know him?

Help me out here.

You brought me 3,500 miles

to meet a mime?

This is good for him.

Last time, he tried to put

his head through a table.

I read the transcripts

from your interview, Clem.

Seems like you're pretty

interested in the truth.

How about this truth?

Either you or your good buddy

killed Wells,

but I can't find any record

of you entering the U.S.

I like Mathis for this one.

Mathis?

All right, we've got good news

and we've got bad news.

-Hey.

-Hey.

Clément Blanc confessed

to the murder of Nicholas Wells

in New York City.

That is the good news.

Bad news is he also confessed

to killing Tonino Piovani.

Yeah, he's a liar.

He lies.

"All false idols will be

destroyed by their own lies.

Those who worship them

shall choke on their ashes.

We shall bring

truth to the world."

I think the key word here

is "we."

Nicholas Wells received

nearly identical letters.

Nicholas Wells was shot

four times.

Any one of those shots

would have been fatal.

Four nails, then four stab

wounds, in the Italian case.

Each victim was killed

on the fourth day of the month.

Nice and symmetrical,

but a connection?

I could never get that

past a D.A. in Brooklyn.

Well, I mean, it might

have a significance.

-Four, four, four...

-Could be mathematically

symbolic.

Or spiritual.

The mother mentioned a group,

a spiritual group, a cult.

This could be a symbol of that.

I'm running the design against

known cults right now.

If this is cult-related,

and they're talking about

the end of the world,

this might be a little bit

bigger than we thought.

We've had some real nightmare

scenarios with cults worldwide.

Yeah, Sarin gas in Tokyo.

-Jonestown. Waco.

-Well, nothing.

There's no record of a cult

using a symbol like this.

It could be new, though.

Too recent

to have been reported.

Yeah. Madame Blanc?

Major Daniel. Yes.

I think it is time for you

to be reunited with your son.

Audrey.

Yeah.

Okay. Yeah. Bye.

I'm so sorry.

Terry, my director...

As I said, "The hardest-working

woman in show business."

You are the hardest-working man

in your business.

I ordered the Crispy Herring

for starters.

Parfait.

You remembered?

I did.

No, thank you,

I gave up alcohol last year.

-You did?

-Mm-hm.

Oh, goodness me.

You so loved champagne.

So, what shall we eat?

Doctors say they got

the results of his CAT scan.

It's good news.

They didn't find any... Cats.

You've been using

that joke for 15 years.

Yeah, and it's been

working for 15 years.

No, it doesn't work.

Yes, it does.

So...

Shari?

Have you tried?

I'm still giving her space.

Chicken shit.

Whatever.

This is for you.

All he wants is that you don't

hurt his friend, Mathis.

It's okay.

Thank you.

Louis.

We've got Mathis's address.

He's in the Hague.

Clear!

All clear!

-It was delicious.

-Aw, look at the time.

De rekening, alstublieft.

Yes, sir.

I'll introduce you to

your security team tonight.

I have my own security staff

at the studio.

And surely with

that young man in custody...

It's just for a few days,

until we sort things out.

They'll be waiting when I

take you back to the hotel.

Oh, don't fuss, Michel.

I have a friend picking me up.

The phone belongs

to Theo Baudouin,

a French film journalist.

He had a 30-second conversation

with Audrey St. Marie

this afternoon.

We tried to call her

immediately,

it went to voice mail.

I've tracked the signal.

She's with Dorn, Prinsestraat.

I'll get Eva.

Oh, that's for me.

Thank you for

a wonderful evening.

You're ravishing, Audrey.

Quite simply the best company.

Oh, damn.

Yes, Louis?

Dorn...

stay with Audrey.

She's in danger.

Audrey, stop!

Drop it! Drop it!

-Drop it!

-Drop it! Now!

We need an ambulance here!

Audrey... come... come away.

Come away!

Another true believer.

Louis? They lost him.

He died on the operating table.

Oh, Christ almighty.

My thoughts exactly.

Who was this young man?

Mathis Carteaux, French, 20.

Same M.O. as Clément.

They were both wearing identical

talismans around their necks.

Between Clément's

self mutilation on

the interrogation table,

and this guy Mathis throwing

himself in front of traffic,

these guys are like

suicide bombers without a bomb.

But they butchered

the other victims, and tried

to drug Audrey instead.

I'll let her know

what's happening.

Is there nothing more we can get

from this Mr. Clément Blanc?

He's completely brainwashed.

If we crack the spell,

we can get to him.

What about the apartment?

Transient place,

sublet of a sublet.

Paid in cash. No computers,

no cell. But I haven't been able

to find anything

on the Internet

that matches that necklace.

The lab tested it.

It's an alloy of bronze, silver,

and copper. It's highly unusual.

Something like that

would have to be custom made.

Can we find out where it's made?

Something as unusual as

that could just as easily be

made in someone's garage.

Or... it was made in one

of only six foundries in Europe

that casts bespoke metal.

Any located in France?

Mm-hm. One.

If they made these medallions,

they will have the address on

the order.

Yes, Madame St. Marie.

My name is Dorn.

That's nonsense.

I brought her there

myself last night.

Oh, okay.

I will try her cell, thank you.

I found something odd.

Two years ago, Audrey St. Marie

attended the film festival

outside Cassis.

Along with Nicholas Wells

and Tonino Piovani.

Thousands of celebrities

attend these events.

It doesn't mean they

actually knew each other.

Looks like they did.

Yeah, Nicholas Wells received

an award the night

this picture was taken.

April 4th, 2012.

Copyrighted by our

dead journalist, Theo Baudouin.

So that makes four victims.

I don't think we're getting

the whole story

from Madame St. Marie.

I wonder if we should believe

any of her story.

No word from her yet?

Dorn has everyone under watch.

Airports, roads, everything.

Starting to look like

she wanted to disappear.

Centre de Verité.

"Centre of truth."

Now the medallion

makes sense.

How so?

On one side it depicted

a number four, on the other,

a griffin.

-That bird-beast thing?

-It's European mythology.

The wings, feet, and head

of an eagle on the body

of a lion.

According to the myth,

you can only speak the truth

around the griffin.

You know why I can't lie

to a mythical creature?

Because they don't bloody exist.

Welcome to the Centre de Verité.

We need to speak to

whoever's in charge.

Follow me.

The truth-teller.

lu?

I'm Carl Hickman.

Detectives Seeger and McConnell.

You'll pardon me

if I don't shake your hand.

I wouldn't if you offered.

A handshake is a pact

that only two may enter.

Thus, a secret of a kind.

Actually, a handshake just shows

that you don't have a weapon.

There are no secrets here.

A griffin cannot be lied to.

Well, glad we got

that cleared up.

You have a couple of members

of your choir that are suspects

in multiple homicides.

Clément Blanc

and Mathis Carteaux.

Those... unhappy, broken men.

Isn't it your job

to fix them up?

This is no longer simply

a centre of rehabilitation.

I saw death, and was given

the gift of enlightenment.

-You don't say.

-I have seen it.

I felt the griffin talons

in my flesh.

It tore out my illusions

and showed me reality.

I share that reality

with all of the pure-hearted

that will listen.

What a coincidence.

I'm all about truth and reality.

So, about these two guys...

Those men left our sanctuary

a year ago.

Did they say anything

or leave any indication what--

-What they planned?

-Exactly.

We can only plan

for the end of the world.

Do you know

what happens then?

-The world ends?

-It is transfigured.

A new beginning for the pure.

I, for example,

shall become the Griffin.

You're going to become

a lion with wings?

I'd like to see that.

I will become of the Griffin

at the end of days.

Today we prepare a feast

to celebrate the imminent

new dawn.

-It's like the Last Supper.

-For some.

-And this end of the world is...

-At the break of day, tomorrow.

April fourth.

Do the Mayans know about that?

The fourth day

of the fourth month.

The four talons of the griffin.

The four imperishable truths.

Are we really

listening to this?

I understand it is difficult

to comprehend...

but it is the truth.

You categorically deny

knowing anything

about Clément or Mathis,

or what they're doing?

My apologies.

I cannot help you.

Well, we'll see you tomorrow.

You know, end of the world day.

This picture was taken

two years ago on the fourth

of April.

And tomorrow...

is the fourth of April.

Ah. You must be the ICC?

Yes. Major Daniel from the ICC.

This is Detective Berger.

-Nice to meet you.

-Hugo Tati.

Head of security here.

-What can I do

for you gentlemen?

-Were you on duty two years ago?

Every year.

Do you remember seeing

the actress Audrey St. Marie

here that year?

Oh, yes.

She was drunk and belligerent.

Not a very nice sight.

Was she alone?

No, no, there was

a group of them.

I remember we had to throw

them out.

One of them

tried to hit me,

some American film director

who had just won a prize.

-Nicholas Wells.

-Yeah, that was him.

So they got into a car,

and they drove off to the hotel.

-What route were they taking?

-There's only the one from here.

-It's called "La Griffe."

-"The claws."

That's what the locals call it.

You know, a perilous stretch

of road.

Twists and turns,

cliffs on one side.

Do you recall

who was driving that night?

Yes.

It was Audrey St. Marie.

Are you sure?

Oh, yes, I'm sure.

Hello. I'm Audrey St. Marie.

Yes, I know who you are.

But what are you doing here?

Does Bruno Antoine live here?

My father died

about a year ago.

I'm sorry for your loss.

May I speak with you

for a moment?

Sure. Come in.

So not only did all

the victims know each other,

they also partied together.

Audrey is a liar.

Hang on.

I've been doing some digging

with the local police.

There was a hit-and-run

reported the same night

as the film festival.

Late night

on the 4th of April, 2012.

A couple was hit

by an unidentified car.

La Griffe.

According to this...

the couple was thrown

down the cliff into the sea.

She died on impact,

and her body was recovered

a few kilometres away.

Her husband survived,

but incurred

serious brain trauma.

And who reported the accident?

First responding officer

who wrote the report...

Bruno Antoine.

Then we have

to find his address.

I only found out about this

charity fund you set up

just before my father died.

I think it's very strange

that a movie star

would be in contact

with a small town policeman.

We met.

About two years ago.

And you thought my father

should be the chairman

of a charity

for traffic accident victims?

With an annual income

of 50,000 euros?

He was the best man for it.

Actually, I would love

you to take over.

No. I'm not interested.

Did your father say

anything to you?

What do you mean, exactly?

About the charity or... me?

He became quite agitated

near the end,

wanted me to deliver a letter.

A letter? To me?

No, to a centre nearby,

some sort of

a spiritual retreat.

But I believe it had

something to do with you.

You meet the high priest?

Well, I hope you

don't have any big plans,

because apparently

the end of the world

is tomorrow.

Dammit, I just sent in

my credit card payment.

Hey, I bought hockey tickets.

They have hockey here?

Go, Amsterdam Gs!

How's Clément?

Oh, you know,

chatty as ever.

Yeah, he was like that

even before he busted his head.

Hang on...

How long did you say

he was unconscious for?

Um... couple of days. Why?

We may be able to get

what we need out of him...

but we'll need

Sebastian's help.

I'll see you in about

three hours. All right.

Taxi!

Can I help you?

Yeah, Major Daniel

from the ICC.

Detective Berger.

We are looking

for Bruno Antoine.

My father is very popular today,

for a deceased man.

Pardon me?

Well, first a movie star

is looking for him,

and now you police.

Perhaps you can tell me

what's going on?

Are you saying

Audrey St. Marie was here?

Okay... That's odd.

What is it?

She came with that car,

and I saw her get out.

-Major Daniel...

-Yes?

-There is no one here.

-Thank you.

Audrey St. Marie tried

to call Dorn, but was cut off.

I found the phone next

to her car.

lu knows we're onto him.

Maybe he's trying to get

a jump on Armageddon.

One of my contacts in Paris

has new information for us.

Two years back,

Audrey checked into rehab

on the sixth of April.

She was in a drunk-driving

accident only two days

before that.

This is the hit-and-run victim.

Frédéric Roubert.

The psycho otherwise

known as lu.

Maybe they returned Audrey

to the scene of her crime.

Come on, let's go.

Look who's back.

Did you miss us?

We suspect your Master lu

has taken Audrey hostage,

and we need to know where.

It's all part of becoming true.

And the end of things.

Which... happens

on the fourth of April.

Correct? Right?

Right? Fourth?

Humanity will be reborn.

It's funny, I just...

I don't feel any different.

I'm totally good.

Today is the fifth of April,

Clément.

It cannot be.

You were out for a full

three days. You were here.

Look. Look for yourself.

The world didn't end, Clément.

And lucky for me I didn't

tear up my hockey tickets.

lu used you

and your friend, Mathis.

He wanted revenge.

His real name is

Frédéric Roubert,

and he is no prophet.

He is a sick, cunning murderer.

Now, we need to know

where Audrey is before

it's too late,

and you are the only one

who can save her now.

Don't make your mother

live with you making

the wrong decision.

They had a tranquilizer gun

for her, so they didn't want

to kill her.

Yeah, Carl.

A cliff. Clément says they're

taking Audrey to a cliff.

I've got the coordinates.

We know exactly where she is.

Now we can fulfil the prophecy!

A blood sacrifice!

Blood polluted with putrid lies!

Her blood!

Take the sins of

the world with you.

Let the lies die with you

on those jagged rocks!

Let the truth be reborn!

Liar!

No, listen! Listen!

I was driving the car

that killed your wife.

I was drunk!

I didn't mean

for it to happen!

Please, I beg forgiveness.

Let me be as you are.

Let me be pure.

See how now she even

performs for us!

Do not be fooled

by this puppet!

No, no, no, this is no act,

I swear!

I made a dreadful mistake.

Please, believe me.

Please... Please. Believe me.

Throw her from the cliff!

Now!

-Police! Don't move!

-Get down! All of you!

-Get down!

-On the ground! Lie down!

Get down now!

Don't move. Don't move.

Don't move!

The truth will set you free.

No!

So you used us to protect

yourself, to hide the truth.

Why did you do it?

It was an accident.

Now we have

five more people dead.

All right.

Looks like we've got company.

I hope she's ready

for her close-up.

A couple of hours ago, at a

spiritual retreat near Cannes,

the cult leader

is alleged to have manipulated

his followers

into a killing spree.

Allegedly,

actress Audrey St. Marie

was intoxicated when her

vehicle struck

and killed a woman,

perpetuating a cover-up

of the incident, which

occurred exactly two years ago.

Well...

Time to go?

Some victories are

gratifying, Hickman.

Others just... make one tired.

-Good night.

-Good night.

Well... the world

has been spared,

at least until

the fourth of next month.

Yeah, we're just like

the Justice League.

You're still using

that one, too, huh?

I need new material, don't I?

You do. You really do.

Come on.

You know what, I jumped

on a plane to save your ass

yet again,

the least you could do

is take me for dinner.

Hey, there is no place

in this town at this time

that I can take you

that you would like.

Are you calling me a snob?

No, no, no, I'm just saying

you don't favour ptomaine

poisoning.

Remember what we used to do

late at night at the squad?

Okay, here we go, dessert,

energy bar or candy bar?

-Whatever you don't want.

-Energy bar it is.

Oh, dammit.

You're funny.

You know that?

You make me laugh.

So have you really not spoken

to Shari since I left?

-I tried a couple of times.

-Mmm.

She's not feeling it.

I, uh...

I didn't come here

just for the case.

I, uh...

What is this?

I did some research,

and since the wars, they have

made incredible progress

with limb medicine

for wounded vets.

Arms, legs, hands.

They have made huge strides

with bionics.

-Like a bionic hand?

-I checked with the department,

and they have changed

a lot of the requirements

around handicaps

because of all the wounded vets.

So you would just have

to demonstrate that you could

do your job,

and... they may let you

come back.

I mean, you know, it would be

a lot of treatment,

and it wouldn't be easy...

but I could help you,

and I would be there with you.

I'd go with you

to your appointments--

-Didn't see that coming,

did you?

-Uh, no.

You just could never guess

my next move.