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-(Oh damn Fuck)

(Shit)

(Whore)

Damn, come on!

Honk.

Tires squealing.

Smash.

-Courage, it�s going to be okay.

Ambulance siren.

-I did it as quickly
as possible. SO ?

-Must wait.

- Do we know what happened?

- The guy in the car across the street says
he veered out of his lane and almost hit him.

So, doctor,

how is he?

-He just woke up.

I'm waiting for
the scan results.

But he has no fractures,
no apparent trauma.

Just a few bruises.
- We can see it ?

-You may find it
confusing, but that's normal.

He has come a long way.
- THANKS.

Here we go ?

Weren't you supposed to live

a quiet life in your mountains?

-How are you feeling ?

-Like a guy in

a hospital bed.

-What were you doing up there?

- Where up there?
- On the White Rocks road.

You deviated from your
trajectory and almost

crashed into the car opposite, you made barrels.

-I don't know,
I don't remember it.

I did some barrels, you say?

-It's normal.

The doctor says it will come back.

-The only thing I remember,
This is the food we made

last night for your birthday.

Afterwards, black hole.

-It was in January.

-Yeah.

-It was six months ago.

He's laughing.

-Stop teasing me.

Even though there was
ice and you were scared

let me hit the road.

Oh ! Whore.

I slipped, didn't I?

What date is this?

-July 22.

-July

He sighs.

-We keep in touch.

-Yes.

Whore ! It's not true

Gloves are not necessary.

We don't do searches.

-Six months spent in oblivion,
anyway !

-Yeah.

-Do you think he'll recover?

-Yes.

The doctor spoke
of lacunar amnesia.

It means

that the memories
are here, but you

have to let them come
back on their own.

Otherwise, it can
create false memories.

Finally, something like that.
- How long will it take?

-There
are no

rules,
It could

take two days,
five weeks.

Don't
rush it.

Okay, I'll let you
finish on your own.

I head to
the village

and to
Alex's chalet.

I prepare the ground.
- OK.

-Leblanc,

everything

should
appear normal.

No wrong
words.

OK ?
- Okay, Angelo.

-No need to tell
you that he is dead.

The firefighters have finished the job.
- Oh ! The cow.

Listen, in a sense,
It�s not a bad thing!

I wondered how she

could keep driving.

How are you ?

-I wonder how I

managed to get out of

it given the state of the car.

-Hold !

I got this from under
the passenger seat.

-THANKS.

-And that's not all.

Come !

That's a

fucking gun.

-But what is he doing
there? It's my father's gun.

He used to train me to
shoot with it when I was little.

-It's not a joke as caliber, that.

- It's a 38-200, yeah.

He shouldn't be there.

It should be
stashed in my cabin.

He had nothing
to do with my car.

I do not use it.

We cannot find

bullets for this caliber.

And, anyway, you
know I don't like guns.

His breathing quickens.

- He doesn't look good, your friend.
- No.

Okay, you keep that to yourself.

-Don't worry.

-Can you find me a car for him?

-I'm taking care of it.

-OK. THANKS.

"I came by two, three times to air it

out, but I didn't
touch anything, just

to help you a little for your memory.

�Don�t ask me where this
shit comes from, I don�t know.

� He sniffs.

-(Oh)

d-Message from July 3, 9:15 a.

m.

d-Alex, I will be late
to the office this morning.

dI have a crown that popped, I'm going
to the dentist. dIt's not nice to get old!

d-Message from July 15, 10:29 a.

m.

d-Alex, it�s Jacques
from the caf�.

dI found some of
Emilie's old things.

dIf you want, you
can pick them up.

dOtherwise, I'll get rid of it.

d-Message from July 21, 12:30 p.

m.

d-Alex, it's me, call
me back, it's urgent.

dCome quickly.

d-End of new posts.

-I love you.

Alex.

d-Voicemail from 06 19 48 77 44.

dPlease leave

a message.

-Yes, hello, I'm Alex Hugo.

Call me back, thank you.

Who the fuck are you?

Who are you ?

Eh ! Who are you ?

Mess ! Who are you ?

Diffuse conversation.

Rumor in the room.

Hi, Jacques.

- Alex!
- Good morning.

-Good morning.

- How are you ?
- Yes.

-We found out about the accident.

Your memory,

it's ugly.

-No, sorry, I

I was drinking, right?

-Not just a little!

-Since when ?

-I do not know anymore.

Three, four months.

-Thank you sir.

-Thank you very much.

-The stuff from Emilie
that you had to give me,

where are they ?
- You didn't come, I threw it away.

I didn't have his
address abroad.

I didn't know where to send him.

-What exactly was there?

-Not much, a belt
The phone is ringing.

A key ring, fabrics,
a woman's bust

African All that in a bag.

Hello.

Diffuse remarks.

-Yes, thank you,
Jacques. THANKS.

That's the deal Sarah Vilmont.

A kid who had disappeared But we folded

the thing two months ago, it was a runaway.

-Why didn't you tell me about it? You act as if nothing

has happened since my return! What are you playing at ?

-What are you playing? You
should be at home here and resting.

And you're supposed to have sessions

at the hospital. Did you at least go there?

No ! The great Alex
Hugo doesn't have one

needed, it takes care of itself!

Hey, you want to know!

Hey, there you
go, it's all in there!

And what would you like?

That I tell you six months of

all of our lives in two minutes?

-Excuse me.

I'm lost, I feel like everyone

is looking at me strangely.

You allow ?

-What are you doing ?
You know I don't smoke!

-There you go, I don't

drink,
I get offered drinks,

I hate guns, I find
a gun in my car.

My chalet is a mess, I

don't even know why.

Help me regain my memory.

-If I could I would,
you

heard the doctor like me,

it's a question of time.
We enter.

-A call from the hamlet of
Aiguilles, there would be a death.

- Good morning.
- Did you call?

-Yes it's me. It's over
there, I think she is dead.

- What happened ?
- I rent a vacation chalet.

I came to see Mr. Bouvier
because of a water tank problem.

I knocked, no one answered.
And as I was leaving, I saw her.

There's blood everywhere.

-Alex!

Wait here.

Yes, give me
Commissioner Dorval.

Battalla.

Yes, it's urgent.

Irene Bouvier.

She was going
to be 30 in August.

-They beat her up badly.

She has a wound that sticks
to that corner of the chimney.

We'll see what the coroner says.

-Could she have
tripped over the carpet?

-It wasn't the carpet

that remade him.

Have you seen her wedding ring?

-The tenant speaks

of a Mr. Bouvier.

-In my opinion, the death must have been

four or five days ago.
- It's a long time

without anyone worrying.
- Yes, as you say.

As for the autopsy,

I'll keep you posted.

Can you take care of

tenants and owners?

-Of course.

-Thank you, Angelo.

You shouldn't be here, Alex.

A corpse is not ideal
for regaining memory.

-Thanks for the
lesson, but it's okay.

-It's truly atrocious.

I'm sorry I can't help
you more than that.

-And shit!

-A problem ?

-Um Yes, a

password problem.

I had to change it.

It's not serious, we're going
to do it the old-fashioned way.

So, a PV!

Continue.

So, husband, you didn't
notice anything special.

That's it ?
- No.

Quite a nice guy,

he told us to come

over if we had a problem.

-No contact with
him during the stay?

Nothing ?

- No, but I already told you, we are often hiking -But shit!

Leblanc, where the
hell are the tickets?

- Paper PV?
- Yes !

-Come, sir, we're
going to miss it.

Sit down.

He slams the door.

It's just a coffee shop, Alex.

-I'm sorry about earlier.

-How are you.

-I'm afraid to go home.

I don't know where
things are anymore.

I feel like I no longer
recognize anything,

even my reactions don't belong to me.

And I have flashes.

Flashes of things
I don't understand.

We really need

tell me, Angelo.

There was something wrong

these last months ?

-Good listening

He blows.

All I can tell you,
it's that

you weren't your usual self.

You disappeared
for entire weekends,

you were not reachable,
you no longer trusted yourself.

Yes, you were

As you say, there,
you weren't yourself.

So.

Finally, I mean,

like the you from before.

-Did that have anything to do with that?

-I do not know.

-You don't want to tell me anything?

THANKS

for your help

He blows.

Rumor of conversations.

-Good evening, Mr. Hugo.

-Good evening.

Excuse me, do we know each other?

-Of course.

-Can you remind me
of the last time I came?

-Of course. It's not serious,

I hope ?

-No, it's okay.

-SO !

It's July 8th.
But I've seen you regularly

on weekends for months.

However, no reservation
for this evening.

-No.

I'm just passing by
Was I accompanied?

-Yes, by

your wife.

Finally, your friend, Caroline Lefebvre

is the name I have
on all reservations.

-I want a copy of
these dates and

the information you have on Ms.

Lefebvre.

-I'm sorry, I only
have this name.

- Bank details.
- Everything was paid in cash.

I will print your dates for you.

Thunderous female laughter.

Laughing in the background.

-(Alex)

(I love you my dear.)

-Mr. Hugo.

Mr. Hugo.

Mr. Hugo!

Your dates, Mr. Hugo.

Your dates.

-THANKS.

-You are welcome.

Smash.

Shots.

Moans.

Horn blast.

Moans.

He blows.

Caroline Lefebvre is the

name I have on all reservations.

But I've seen you regularly

on weekends for a few months.

-What's going on there?

Oppressed breathing. Oh !

Glass breakage.

He screams. Whore !

Oppressed breathing.

Shit !

(Oh damn)

d-Voicemail from 06 19 48 77 44.

dPlease leave a message.

-Why don't you
show me your face?

Hey, why don't you
show me your face?

(Come on !)

-No sexual intercourse, strokes suffered during his

lifetime, the coroner is categorical, it was the fall that killed her.

The carpet turned over there,
the fireplace with blood, a fight that

degenerate.

She receives blows, falls and kills herself.

- Manslaughter.

-Yes, we cannot rule it out.

We think directly
of the husband.

Laurent Bouvier, he
works in immobilization.

He has quite a few
chalets, projects.

He's on the answering machine, I'm waiting for his cell

phone to be mapped, I've
also started research for his car.

-DNA under the nails?

-Unknown files.

The Bouviers had quite a few
tenants, I want to organize samples.

- Yes, do it.

Otherwise, I got Angelo.

Alex is not doing well, he is

having trouble handling the situation.

-I wouldn't want
to be in his place.

If there's one person I

wouldn't lie to, it's Alex.

-Here, let's get
ready. It's good !

Great !

OK !

Great !

Nickel.

Guys, let's go!

We have to go,
the wind is rising!

Go! Go! Go!

If we want to
have fun, it is now.

Great !

Come on, go! Go!

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

-Can I talk to
you for 2 minutes?

-Yes of course.

May 20, I remember it well,
Caroline Lefebvre and Alex Hugo.

-You have his
phone, his address ?

-So, the cell phone Yeah.

The address, no.

Mobile: 06 19 48 77 44. And

I still have the film of the flight.

It's included

in the service.

- I want to see him.
- Come.

I'll show it to you.

dGive me your cell phones.

dIt would be stupid
to lose them in flight.

d-Are you okay, are
you in control? d-It's okay.

dWhat do I look
like in my wetsuit?

d-You are beautiful.

dWe're going to
take a little photo.

dWe smile.

dAren't we two good together?

d-Come on, Alex, a kiss.

-Something is happening ?

Hey !

Oh ! Are you crazy ?

-(I love you.)

Shot, tight breathing.

He dials a number.

Cell phone ringing.

-Hey, my love, it's better if we

only call each other at this number.

-For what ? Is your husband the
type to go through your phone?

-Let's say he's a

possessive and jealous man.

In any case, he should
go fishing more often.

She laughs.

Breathing heavily.

We knock on the tile.

-I couldn't go any faster.

What is happening ?

-Hold !

-It's the victim.

Irene Bouvier.

-She called me the day of my accident.

- Where did you get this cell phone?

- At her place.

- Did you break the seals?

He groaned. It's
what ? You're hurt ?

Damn, Alex! What's
going on there?

-Look at.

d-Come on, lift your legs!

dCries of joy, laughter.

d-Oh! It's beautiful.

-What is this mess ?

-Do you realize, Angelo?

I met this girl five months ago.

We had a good time
together, I was crazy about her.

-You don't know, Alex.

-I have flashes
of the two of us.

Can't you see, this girl is
calling me the day she died.

A few hours before my accident.

-And you think you had

something to do with the murder?

-Yes, it's not a coincidence.

-We need to explain
this to Dorval, It's too big.

- No, not Dorval.
- Stopped !

You can't play it solo.
- But can't you see?

Message, cell phone,
photos, I'm the prime suspect.

-It wasn't you who killed her,
so you have nothing to fear.

-Dorval will take me away from the

investigation, and I will
never regain my memory.

I need to be there.

-Alex, I can't!

It's too much -It's not
just an investigation.

It�s my life that I need
to get back, I�m lost!

I'll die if they
lock me in a cell.

THANKS.

Cell phone ringing.

-Renart.

Here's the trouble that begins.

-I should have hidden a guy.

-For involuntary
manslaughter, are you sure?

-That's what we think, yes.

An argument that
would have degenerated.

We're sure she
knew her attacker.

-And the neighbor who called,
can he give a description?

-He was too far away,
but he thinks of a German.

Someone who tears off seals,
there are not 36 solutions.

If we rule out
the burglar thesis.

- The husband.
- Or the assassin.

Or both.

-Lieutenant,

no prints.

-Something is bothering me with the husband, his phone hasn't

been heard since the day of the crime, and we have no bank debit.

Either he is well
hidden, or he is dead.

He came to look for something,

something important
that was in this box.

Look, he was sitting there.

What the hell did you do here?

-Well, in any case, there
is nothing more to find.

Here we go ?

-Yeah.

He blows.

Mr. Martin Alfred.

You are a beekeeper.

You live in the
hamlet of Alberes.

Neighbor of the Bouviers.

You obviously knew them.
What did you see that evening?

-Will that work for
the wanted notice?

-Yes. Distribute

to merchants.

-I'll give you one.

-I'm taking care of it.

-OK.

-Mr. Laskelec.

-My wife remembered a detail.

-Really ?

-This Saturday, she saw a car
parked in front of the Bouviers.

-What kind of car?

-An old pickup

Gray green,

dented.

-No detail stood out to you?

- Is she sure of that?
- She will come to give her statement.

- Alright.
- I can call him.

-I will get back in touch.

We are taking care of it. Enjoy,
you saw this weather!

-THANKS.

Bye.
- Bye.

- The guy who discovered the body?
- Yes, Gr�gory Laskelec.

-What did he want?

-Nothing, he no longer knows who to return

the keys to the chalet,

he wants to get his deposit back,

he takes us for a
real estate agency.

-Mr. Lambert.

Glad to have you.

No, I'm calling you

-I have been working with Laurent
Bouvier since he moved here.

It's terrible

what happened to Irene.

How can I help you ?

-Laurent Bouvier has disappeared.
You are the last person

who tried to contact him.

-"Disappeared",
you mean him too?

-We do not know anything.

We reconstruct our schedule.

-We've been on the phone regularly lately
to sort out the details of his divorce.

- �His divorce�?

-My client refuses -I

am arresting you, master.

We're dealing with a homicide.

So, if you play it
professional secret, I

invite you to Marseille, and we all waste time.

-He wishes to initiate a
procedure, he suspects

his wife for cheating on him.
- With whom ?

-I do not know, Laurent did

not give me all the elements.

This discovery shook him deeply.

I hope he doesn't -Has
he ever beaten his wife?

-Never in life, he is a
friendly and very quiet man.

-And Irene Bouvier?

-Since they settled
in the region, their

relationship has
become very difficult.

Mme Bouvier hated routine, she was bored in

the mountains, and this
life no longer suited her.

-Why not file for divorce?

- Way too smart for that.

They have been married for five years

under a separation
of property contract.

He's the one with the money.

All the money.

-What exactly represents?

-He has his rental business, but also

full ownership of
around ten chalets.

We are talking in
millions of euros.

I wish I could have

helped you more -You did.

Nightclub music.

Inaudible words.

Agitation of the audience.

Panting breath.

-No, it was too
realistic to be a dream.

More of a

memory, it

happened here, in Marseille.

-The Moth.

-Yes, it's there.

You explain to me.

-A month ago, the BAC
picked you up in this box.

The bouncers kicked you out.

You attacked a guy,
you poked his nose.

-Shit !

-The group leader is a friend, he

took you straight back to the brigade.

And I kept your file.

Nobody knows.

-It's not me

to hit people.

Why would I have done it?

-I don't know, you were
drunk, you didn�t say anything.

-And the guy I beat up.

-He's a guy from Marseille, he
did not want to file a complaint.

But you were lucky,

seeing how you damaged

him - Do you have his address?

-No, Alex.

I won't be able to cover you.

-Why didn't you
tell me anything?

-I didn't mean to rush you.

-Are there other things like
that that you hide from me

so as not to rush me? Someone's knocking at the door.

-Yes !

-Commissioner,

can we see each other for 2 minutes?
- I'm coming.

-J�r�my Carbonnier,

in Marseille. Check carefully.

-Sorry, Alex, there's nothing.

-I even saw him at the bar

dfrom Emilie.
- No

-What did he want?

-It's over.

Take advantage of
your trip to Marseille to go

take a trip to the Calanques.

-By the way, something new

for the pick-up?

- The pickup?
- Parked in front of the Bouviers.

I spoke to your colleague about it

-Angelo Batalla.

- That's it.
- No, not again.

THANKS.

-Bye.

-Alex's pick-up parked
in front of the Bouviers'

the day of his accident?

- Yes.
- And Angelo didn't say anything.

-That's it.

- Your lawyer talked about a lover.
- Irene would have had

a discreet relationship, yes.

-A beautiful woman who is
bored in the mountains of Lusagne

-"My dear Alex,
fleeing the conflicts in Bamako,

�I thought I would find a little
more peace here in the DRC,� but

the fight is completely different.

�Ebola is still wreaking havoc,� and

you can�t imagine
how complicated life is.

"Illness takes away children, complete

families, �in abominable conditions.

"People die every day, away
from the gaze of the media.

�I realize how difficult all these

horrors have become for me.

�I no longer have
this rage from my 20s.

�Is it the mountain
that has calmed me?

�I miss the
mountains, Alex.

�My little caf� where
people had their habits.

�Our beautiful
peaks, the animals.

�And I miss your strong

and silent
presence terribly.

�I think it would take just

one answer,
one word from

you, to turn
things around.

"Just one
word, Alex, "and

I'll be back in the mountains.

�I know how selfish my

letter is, how much it risks

turning your
world upside

down, but I just
had to let you know.

�I won�t blame you if my
words go unanswered.

�I would never
blame you.

"It's me who
left, not you.

�I kiss you,
Emilie.�

-This letter, I definitely
told you about it.

Why didn't you
tell me anything?

-I'm sorry,
Alex.

-Are you
sorry?

What are you all
hiding from me?

Tell me,
damn it!

- Sit down.
- Is it that serious?

-We found out just
five months ago.

The dispensary
called us to explain

that a wave of the Ebola
virus had contaminated

part of the team.

Emilie fell ill.

It was February.

And

You and me,
we wanted to go there.

To see her.

Only with all the damn
permissions needed

We didn't even have time.

The virus swept her
away in a few days.

She's dead, Alex.

-Dead?

What are you telling me?

-This letter,

you received it five weeks ago

before Emilie's illness.

And one evening, you explained to
me that you didn't want to answer it

Because it was the past,
all that, and that's it.

Only

When she died,
you felt guilty.

That's when you
started drinking,

to disappear for
entire weekends.

That�s probably when
you met Irene Bouvier.

I'm sorry, Alex.

Sorry.

But I couldn't tell you that.

And I can't hide it
from you anymore.

I can't do it anymore, you know.

-No, not Emilie.

No it is not possible !

-What's happening to him?

-The worst thing that can
happen to him happens to him.

Experiencing Emilie's
death a second time.

I hope he doesn't
do anything stupid.

Cry of pain.

Is it "Fort Alamo", or what?

-Where is Alex?

-I would like to know that.

I told him about Emilie.

I couldn't do otherwise.

-Okay, where is he?

-Got to the mountains.

-Where can we find it?

-We don't know where
he goes when he leaves.

Did you come to get some news?

-Gr�gory Laskelec, who

stopped by to report Alex's

pick-up,
where is his statement?

-You think I don't care
about typing statements?

-Yes exactly.

-Irene Bouvier had been
seeing a guy in secret for months.

You knew it ?
- How could I know that?

-We all know that Alex went

into a tailspin when Emilie died.

We want to help him.

You'll have to tell

us what you know.

Tumult of the torrent.

-In any case, he should

go fishing more often.

Breathing heavily.

Smash.

dHappy cries.

-So.

He was dating this woman.

But that doesn't make
him the murderer.

-But what bullshit!

These are pieces of evidence, I

could dismiss you immediately.

Alex made fun of me.
- No, Alex is lost.

Completely lost.

He no longer knows where he is with

his memory, with the death of Emilie,

with this woman
-Stop

making excuses for him, Angelo.

We're talking about a crime. That night, he should never have run away, even if it was unintentional.

- We're talking about Alex!

The same Alex who got us
all out of trouble at least once!

It's certain, he didn't hit her, he's not violent.

- Ah good ?

-What is that ?

-J�r�my Carbonnier beaten up by Alex in a box.

- Carbonnier, yes.

Alex was looking for him.
- And ?

-We found no trace

of him anywhere.

No !

It's not Alex!

Phone ring.

Yes.

It's me.

Hikers spotted Bouvier's

car in a parking lot.

-Isn't that where
Alex had his accident?

-If. Yes, it's there.

-The 4 x 4 of Bouvier.

-He has a cabin in the

area, it's in the notary's report.

-Look ! It's up there.

She hits.

-Stay here.

It's the husband, two
bullets in the chest.

I'm calling the Scientist.

-I told Angelo to come
home, he didn't feel well either.

-Here are the sockets.

-Never seen this caliber.

-It's not very common, that.

I would say 38-200.

You will have to check
in the old weapons file.

-Two bullets into the
sideboard at close range.

-It looks like an execution.

-And given the state of the body, it must go

back to around the time
of Irene Bouvier's death.

-Alex couldn't do that.

-We have the
husband and wife in the

middle of a divorce,
found murdered at

the same time, and between the two, there

is Alex, who had his
accident not far from here.

We cannot ignore it.
- Yes I know.

-You said it yourself, We are all capable

of doing something stupid one day.

He hits the tile.
- Alex!

It's me, open up!

Alex!

Open up, it�s Angelo!

Piss off!

Smash.

-It's me, Angelo.

It was me who killed them.

I killed Emilie by leaving her

in Africa And when I learned

of her death,
I blew a fuse.

Irene Bouvier drove me crazy.

And when I saw that her
husband had beaten her

I killed him.

-Stop being stupid !
You're talking nonsense there!

-She called me that evening.

I went to see her.

Her face was covered in blood.

That bastard had hurt him.

Maybe she tried to stop
me from going to see him,

because she knew what
was going to happen.

Maybe I pushed her,
that she slipped,

and then she died.

You know what ?

When I saw his body,
I didn't feel anything.

Not even a bit of emotion, nothing.

-But no but no

Calm down, Alex.

There must be
another explanation.

-Maybe I should end all this

I'm going to climb

on top of the mountain
-Stopped ! I'll help you!

We all want to help you.

Pass me that gun.

Alex, look at me.

This can't all work.

It can't.

You're not a killer.

Not you !

Come on

Give me that gun.

Come on !

We're going to go see Dorval.

And we will all get through this together.

We always found the truth,

There's no reason it
shouldn't work this time.

You agree ?

You can't give up.

Because yes, you too,
you lower them

-All right.

We're going to go see Dorval.

But first, I have to
show you something.

It's here !

In the ruins.

I'm coming.

- It's here ?
- Lower down, go ahead.

-What are you doing ?

Alex!

No !

-I was sure Angelo
would be there.

-Yeah, it's Renart.

I need a team at Alex Hugo.

-No need to look for where the cartridge
cases come from, a 38-200 caliber.

- That's not good.

It pushes him even deeper.
- Why leave the weapon?

He could have
made her disappear.

-Maybe he didn't have time.

-No, he wants the truth,
even if it overwhelms him.

-Then why doesn't

he surrender?

-Because he is like that, he goes

all the way, he never gives up.

-What do you want me to tell you?

I tried to convince him to surrender.

He planted me in the middle of

nature, Should I have shot him?

- Caliber 38-200, did you know?
- Yes.

He was found in his car.
-And what's the next thing?

-Anyway, this gun,
it means nothing.

-In two hours, the
ballistics results will

confirm that this is the murder weapon.

- That doesn't make him the murderer.
- We won't be able to cure him.

-Where is Alex?

-I don't know.

I swear to you.
- You swear!

He swore, it's okay.

-We absolutely have to find him.

Do you understand that?
- Alright.

So let me do things
my way, properly.

Alex is a good person.

You shouldn't get it dirty.

-He lies like he breathes.

We're supposed to be
on the same side, dammit!

-We need to stay calm.

-I'm not staying here, I am returning to Marseille to dig into the history of Carbonnier.

- Don't we have better things to do here?

-No, you have to understand
why Alex lashed out.

He did not file a complaint.

And he lied about his
identity and address.

Will you let me do

my job as a cop?

-OK. Go ahead.

-Thanks for coming, guys.

- We're here for you.

-Okay, you all know
why we're here.

We need to find Alex.

-Did something happen to him?

- He disappeared into the wild.

And he doesn't want to be found.

- Is it linked to the death of the Bouviers?

- Yes, but Alex has nothing to do with it.

I just want to talk to him.

-Alex, he's a good guy.

-Are you up for it?

-YES.

-OK.

That's one of Alex's shirts.

-Come on !

Barking.

Boiling water.

-No, Alex!

Oppressed breathing.

Barking.

-No more traces.

-He went that way.

But we lost him.
- (Whore)

Oh shit !

He must have heard us coming.

-We continue.

-No.

No, night will fall.

-So, shall we go back?

-Yes, we will resume tomorrow.

THANKS.
- We're going back!

-See you tomorrow.

You can go back with them.

I'm going to
bivouac in the area.

-I stay with you.

-Ah good !

Yes, OK, but I warn
you, I only have one tent.

-OK.

-It's beautiful, isn't it?

-It's been a long
time since I did that.

Since I was a teenager, I think.

Laughs. Camping !

-I can not believe it.

Despite all that, I can't
wrap my head around it.

-When Alex left the police to

come here, I didn't understand.

I believed that these
mountains, it was a fad.

That he wouldn't be able to do without
Marseille, that he would come back.

The more it goes,
the more I understand.

-Yes.

Do you think he is guilty?

-I will do everything
to prove the opposite.

We never talked about it again,

but how did he react
to Emilie's death?

-Well

Pretty bad, as you can imagine.

At first he remained silent.

He was as if dead.

And then he disappeared,
during one week.

-Where did he go?

-He is

But yes !

How did I not think of that?

White Lake is where he goes.

- White Lake.
- Yes.

He went there when Emilie died.

They loved this place

both.

That's where he's going, I'm sure.

- Are we sure?
- Yes.

Caliber 38-200, both bastos
were fired by Hugo's weapon.

On the other hand, I don't
see how he managed to recover

these munitions.
- How so ?

-These balls belong to a
batch that the BRB seized.

-He would have stolen them here,
in the reserve?

-No, the batch is neutralized.

But it's the same origin,
a trafficker

that we have in our
sights. I brought you his file.

Mathieu Delheuze,
known as Carbonnier.

-Oh ! Damn, it's him.

That's not bad!

-He stopped there.

We're not far away.

Come on, we're not far!

-Dorval and Batalla have been

impossible to contact since yesterday.

What the hell are they doing?
Are they camping, or what?

-It�s Delheuze.

-We're beating him up. Go!

Not moving !
- Police !

-Hands behind your back.

Put the pliers on him.

We'll explain,
everything's fine.

Here we go !

-When I heard she

was dead, I came here.

I thought it would make the

pain go away, but I was wrong.

I don't want to
run away anymore.

-We are here to help you.

-I know what happened that day.

-Tell us.

-It was Irene Bouvier
who called me.

I was home.

d-Alex, it's me, It's
urgent, come quickly.

-She was crying on the phone.

Her husband had just beaten her up, she

was afraid he would
come back to kill her.

Where is this piece of shit?

-In the fishing cabin.

-You stay here, you
lock yourself away.

-Alex, no! Alex -I

went to the parking lot.

I took the path, I
got to the cabin.

Afterwards, it becomes blurry.

But I see myself in
front of Bouvier's body.

He was there, in front of me.

It was me who killed him.

Then I panicked, and
there was the car accident.

-You have to be precise.

It is important.

Do you see yourself
shooting Bouvier?

-No, I don't see myself.

-And the weapon, did
you have it with you?

-I do not know, maybe.

-We have to go back down.

-I recapitulate,
you meet her in a club, she

turns you on,
she sleeps with you, then asks

you to get her some
bullets for a 38-200 caliber.

That's it ?

-Yes that's it. This
weapon, she had it with her.

-OK. You give him the balls,
and you decide to blackmail her.

-She said her name was
Lefebvre, They don�t do it to me!

I called her to tell her
I was going to give up

everything to the cops if she
didn't give me more money.

And that's when this
guy turned me on.

As if by chance!

She must have had
something to do with it.

So, I showed up at their house.
- And then ?

-I parked far from his shack.

I went in front.

She was in the living
room, her face bloody, the

phone in her hand. Could I have a glass of water?

-After ! Unpack!

-She threw herself at me,
yelling at me to get out.

She hit me

with his fists.

A hysterical one.

-Keep on going.

-I just pushed her away a little,
she tripped

in the carpet and hit
her head on the fireplace.

I got the hell out.

But I stayed in Lusagne.

I wanted to know
if she was dead.

And I ran into this guy,
who broke my ass.

He didn't even remember me.

I hadn't forgotten
my blown nose.

I helped him remember it.

-Oh ! Whore

Give him a drink.

- It's all good for me.
- THANKS.

-I'm sorry, Christine.

-I never imagined ending
up with you like this.

-Me neither.

I always felt like I was
running away from something

since I was in the mountains,
maybe it's over

by catching up with me.

-Alex.

Alex.

Alex!

You have to come with me.

Renart has just arrived.

-The DNA found under Irene
Bouvier's nails yielded nothing.

But we hadn't

forgotten to

compare it with her own DNA.

-It means ?

-It is his.

She was the one who

inflicted the blows on herself.

She wanted to eliminate her
husband to receive the inheritance.

I checked, it's provided

in the event of death.

For me, that's the deal.

That famous Saturday
when she decided to

carry out her plan,
her husband went

to spend the weekend in his fishing hut.

She climbs up there.

With the gun she
stole from your house.

She kills him.

Detonations.

-And she calls me.

And there, I discover

her face bleeding.

Where is this piece of shit?

-In the fishing cabin.

- You stay here, you lock yourself away.
- No, Alex!

-I tell her that I am going
to arrest her husband.

That she will
never suffer again.

-And the weapon?

-The weapon,
she put it in my car.

Afterwards, I went up there.

I saw that the husband
was already dead.

At this moment, I think I

understood that she had trapped me.

Deep down, I knew it.

-She was planning to call the
police, but Carbonnier arrived.

-I found my car,
and I

wanted to call you,

that's when I had the accident.

-I knew you were innocent.

I knew it. No ?

This is normally the moment

when you should jump for joy.

Laughs.

So go ahead and jump!

-Thank you, Renart.

THANKS.

Well I jump for

joy, but inside.

Horn blasts.

- How are you ?
- Hello, Alex.

A package for you.

-"That's all we
were able to recover.

"Good luck.

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