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OK,I'll go.

Rox, what's up?

What does my dog want?

It's OK.

It's OK. Good.

- Hi! - Hi.

Why's your dog barking like that?

It's OK, no stress!

Can't you make it shut up?

Come on, let's see you!

There! OK.

Sir?

Sir?

Hello?

Hello? Can you hear me?

Accident on the 994. One dead.

Hautes-Alpes Fire Service

- You're the witness? - Yes.

Come with me, sir. We'll go over there. Come.

Strange, isn't it?

On a bend, OK, but there...

What did he do?

- Are you an astronomer? - No. I watch birds.

There was an owl there.

Any idea why he went off the road? An animal,

another vehicle...? - No other vehicle.

An animal, maybe, but...

On the other hand...

What?

No, nothing.

No, no.

The witness is not much help.

Lucky there was someone there.

It's usually deserted early in the day!

- Got anything? - No.

The car's going to Marseille, they'll find out the cause.

If you get any results...

You OK?

Yes... Fine.

I'd heard of this place, but I've never been here.

He lived there. That's his house.

That's the Lauziers',

and a young Parisian lives there, just moved in.

He's doing it up.

It's pretty, but isolated.

In winter you get snowed in.

You'd like that!

I hate doing this.

Want me to tell her?

I'll do it. I know her.

Be quiet!

Angelo?

Look, Monique, I have bad news.

Is it Pierrot?

He had an accident, a few kilometres away.

He went off the road.

He's dead.

The car turned over, and when the ambulance arrived,

it was too late.

It's strange. I feel free.

He wasn't a kind man.

Perhaps you're in shock?

No. I can't put on an act.

We hadn't really been a couple for ages.

Sometimes, I thought...

"If only he'd disappear from my life."

Just shows...

Anyone you can call?

- So you're not alone. - I don't mind being alone.

I'm used to it.

Excuse me, can I get a glass of water?

Yes. Through there.

Mind your head!

We don't know why he came off the road.

Any ideas?

Like what?

I don't know...

Health problems, something wrong with the car?

I don't think so.

- Want some coffee? - OK.

Did I shock you?

- You always so frank? - I don't know another way.

When you live with a man you don't love...

That's an amazing story.

Did you know this girl?

Emma Chevallier.

Yes. She lived here in La Claret till she was 11.

I can't have children, so...

I really liked her.

It was hard when she moved away with her family.

Did you ever see her with a violin?

No.

She liked the swings...

She could draw too. But no music.

I miss her.

I have to tell you...

Pierrot's body's gone for a postmortem.

I'll tell you when it's released.

You're an angel. I'm not, but I appreciate it.

I think she's hiding her grief.

I think she's relieved.

What's he doing here? And who's the other one?

- The neighbours aren't sociable. - The Lauziers.

They had a shop selling rocks.

Now they sell online, you don't see them.

I wanted to see you.

I felt you wanted to tell me something.

I don't want to look a fool.

He seemed to think I was a bit...

There was someone in the car.

In the back.

A white figure.

Maybe a woman, all lit up.

I may sound stupid, but...

It was really there.

Then it ran into the forest.

- A trick of the light? - No, no!

What I saw was alive.

It had a human shape.

Where did it go to?

Over there, I think.

Hang on!

These are cetonia aurata larvae.

They shouldn't be together, unless a bird was eating them.

It got disturbed and abandoned its meal.

I need a bit more than that!

Found something?

Maybe.

This is not from a bird!

My apparition was white too.

We'll carry on, to see where our apparition could have gone.

- Looks like the same fabric! - Does it mean anything?

I don't know. We'll see.

It's not easy to cross here, is it?

Not impossible either, but still...

Rural Police

- An A9 sign. - Falling rocks?

"Falling rocks", yes.

Someone's been using it for target practice.

- Yes. - OK, I'll send it.

OK. Thanks.

- What's that? - Bits of white fabric.

- To send to the lab. - Right.

What did the birdwatcher say?

He saw an apparition...

a white figure,

in the back of the car.

It went away after the accident.

A white lady!

- "A white lady"? - A white lady!

A ghost, Alex.

A female hitchhiking ghost!

Yes!

If you give her a lift, she protects you. If not, beware.

You believe that?

No, but if you find ghost fabric,

I'm wrong.

It's odd, Pierrot going off the road for no reason.

The ornithologist is sure he saw something.

If you want to discuss it,

ask Lucie.

- The retired teacher? - Yes.

She's really into that stuff. You'll be in for a treat.

Wait for the experts' view first, because...

Maybe he had a heart attack. Or faulty brakes!

I hope you're stopping me for my beauty.

Don't say you caught me doing 150!

I have a radar warning system.

No. I need you.

Angelo told me you know all about white ladies.

- Is it about Pierrot? - How do you know?

It was my first thought when I heard the news.

- It happened in the same spot. - Same spot?

As the first apparition.

There was a white lady?

Yes.

The year of the storm. 7 years ago.

The kids were off school for a week.

I was all alone in school.

And the apparition?

There were two young seasonal workers.

They saw a white lady.

They didn't stop for her,

and 2 kilometres later, they missed a bend.

The driver died, the other one survived.

But the apparition was right where Pierrot died.

You believe in such stories?

At Lautaret there's been a white lady since the middle ages.

You do believe.

You just told me she'd been seen. I didn't say it.

It's the second apparition, and the second accident.

I didn't really like Pierrot.

We used to meet at the traders' association,

but I don't know...

- He was a cold man. - Had he fought with anyone?

No. He was the type who never helps anyone.

And Monique?

Monique's different.

There's a kind of despair about her, but she has style.

- You like her? - Yes.

She's free, frank, judges no one.

I have a laugh with her.

She doesn't see women as rivals.

Does she have lovers?

When she leaves here, it's not always alone.

Men are not indifferent to her.

A bit like you are with women.

A magnetism.

No!

- A bastard's killed my dog. - Who?

- That knife from your place? - I don't think so.

- Shall I call the police? - There's no point.

- Must be a prowler. - No prowlers come here.

Who knows?

The postmortem's ongoing.

I know you haven't finished,

but I wondered if you'd found any traces of drugs.

No, he's clean.

- Nothing at all. - No.

He hadn't been drinking?

That didn't cause the accident.

- Any sign of ill health? - Nothing.

- No. - No. He was fine.

- OK. - All clean.

- Thanks, doctor. - Thanks. Bye.

Pierrot was a nice guy.

A week ago, he helped me mend my roof.

Poor Monique.

Losing her husband like that.

Now she's all alone.

That's hard, no?

Be brave.

Life goes on.

- You can count on me. - Thanks, François.

A lovely service.

Really?

The priest is nice, doesn't hold a grudge.

Pierrot never set foot in a church, nor did I.

What can I do to help?

The restaurant'll be hard work alone.

I'll hire another chef, it'll be OK.

If you need me, come and get me.

That's kind.

Your little speech was good.

Tell me...

- I didn't see the Lauziers. - You know them.

They wouldn't come to their own funerals.

I'll get some more wine.

You always have to be outside.

You don't like to be indoors!

I've seen you walking the mountain alone.

That's why I came here.

From Marseille?

Yes. That was another life.

Noise, crowds, traffic jams...

I like noise and having people around.

I like deserted spots.

It's because you don't think of the dead.

All those dead people.

Avalanches, falls, freezing to death...

Some bodies are never found.

For me, the mountain's like a tomb.

Are they mad, or what?

Maybe they're going to build a tramway.

Or a subway!

Shall I call them?

Please. I might not be polite.

What exactly did you say?

I feel it'll be my fault.

Angelo!

- Hello? - Roads department?

- Hello. - Lusagne police.

- Hello. - About the road sign.

Yes.

You sent us a tramway sign instead of falling rocks!

I'm sorry!

We do live in the mountains.

I'll send you the rocks tomorrow.

- Tomorrow? - Yes.

- OK, tomorrow. - Without fail.

Thanks. Bye.

Alex...

I wanted to say that...

it was a pleasure, talking frankly to you.

Yes...

I haven't talked like that for a long time...

I think it'll be the last time, but it did me good.

Are you crazy!

- I nearly killed you! - Right.

- What are you playing at? - I'm not.

I couldn't know it was you.

I've had enough.

If I want to die, I have the right.

Too many deaths.

I'm tired.

I'm scared.

It's murder.

What?

The report on Pierrot's accident.

In the front there was blood everywhere:

on the seats, the dashboard...

- Look. - It's normal, the car turned over.

- He had no seatbelt. - It's normal.

That's a photo taken at the back, of the roof.

- Is it blood? - Yes, but not Pierrot's.

There was someone in the back of the car at the time?

Bye.

See you tomorrow.

I'm on the case. What have you found?

One witness. He says he saw

a white shape.

A kind of... ghost.

What nonsense! You believe that?

I found bits of white fabric

near the crime scene.

Some was in the car too.

What's your theory?

One possibility: someone hides in the back,

surprises the driver,

attacks him, makes him crash.

No fear of dying?

He could have died too.

True, it was risky.

Do you have a suspect?

Let's say his wife is not upset.

OK.

- Mrs Clément? - Yes.

Lieutenant Renart. I need to ask some questions.

We'll make a search.

- Why? What's going on? - We'll explain.

Stay with her.

Please.

A computer!

Take it!

You saw a lawyer last week?

- Why? - I wanted a divorce.

- You started proceedings? - No.

My lawyer said I might lose the restaurant.

Your husband could have sold you his share.

He wouldn't have done that for me. Not his style.

He knew the restaurant was my life.

His accident was lucky.

Yes. Honestly, I can't deny that.

Why are you here?

We found this key under a drawer.

What is it?

What's going on?

Why are you bothering me?

Your husband was murdered.

I don't understand. They said it was an accident.

You have to come with me. This way, please.

- Did you see anything? - The dog, its throat's been cut.

- Is it yours? - Yes.

I put the body out of sight.

No need for burial, animals will clean it.

Tell me something!

What can I say? The dead take vengeance.

- Excuse me! - What?

You must come with me.

- Follow me, please. - I won't. No!

- Don't resist! - Gently.

It'll be OK.

Come along, we'll take your statement.

I don't believe it. It's not her.

I saw you by those sheets. I thought the same as you.

She could top herself, but not kill someone else.

- Have they arrested her? - Yes.

You think she did it?

No, I don't.

Nor do I. It's not her style.

- You saw her yesterday? - Yes.

I'm not blind, Alex.

You can't lie.

You were with her.

I wish you were a good liar.

Fantastic stones!

Diamonds, emeralds, sapphires...

Cut by a skilled jeweller.

Thousands of euros.

And the jeweller's name?

The signature's been removed.

I'll get the intervention brigade. Stolen goods

are their business. - No, it's my case!

Monique Clément is our suspect. The jewels

give a new angle.

The intervention brigade deals with drugs.

The Lusagne cops are hopeless.

I've been on the case since the start.

OK, I'll leave it to you.

Monique Clément's here for questioning.

- After, I'll see Alex. - Handsome Alex. How is he?

He runs after poachers who shoot ibex,

and goes fishing. A nice life!

He was a great cop. He did more than his share.

Could you do the same?

No. I'm still hooked on the job.

- OK, see you later. - Thanks.

It's quiet here.

A flat tyre or a sheep in the garden

makes us talk.

A murder is...

You see anything?

People hanging about, a car...

No.

Hikers, sometimes, but not many this time of year.

Don't you get bored here?

I left Paris for the countryside.

I sometimes pick up girls in town.

When I talk about living here...

- Did you know the Cléments? - Yes.

The Lauziers are different. A word now and then,

nothing more.

And Monique and Pierrot...

We used to have barbecues.

How was their relationship?

They lived side by side, but not really together.

You ever try you luck? She wouldn't bite.

I don't think I'm her type.

Hear that?

Stay there, you.

The seals have been broken.

Angelo!

Shit, shit, shit!

Come on, Angelo!

Are you OK?

Hold on! Hold on!

Hold on, I beg you. Hold on!

A&E

Come on, hurry up!

No. Please.

Please! We'll take care of him.

Hi.

- How is he? - Out of theatre.

They put him in a coma. They don't know if he'll wake up.

I came as soon as I could.

Still working at this time of night?

You never change.

Once it was stakeouts. Now it's the office.

Deputy police chief.

I never thought you'd leave the beat.

It wears you out.

And there are few ways to get by:

cynicism, drink or medicine.

Climbing the ladder was my way to survive

and protect the men I love.

They adore you.

They're right to.

Did you talk to Renart?

Do you know about the jewels?

Your colleague's attacker may be Monique's accomplice

in the murder.

Or the accomplice of her husband,

with whom she stole the jewels.

I think it's him.

Why?

I don't know. Just a feeling.

Just a feeling. That it's him.

- Not her. - Yes.

Good news.

He's in intensive care.

No visits, but he'll make it.

Thank you!

Thanks, that's great! Great!

When can I see him?

He'll wake up soon.

We'll give him a bit of time.

We still have some tests to do.

OK.

You should get some rest.

Do you want a lawyer with you?

No, I don't. I didn't kill Pierrot.

Do you carry sheets in your car?

What for? I have a machine at home.

We found these fibres in your husband's car.

The same fabric as the sheets on your line.

They're old sheets, quite unusual.

So what?

Were you in the car when it went off the road?

No.

But it's quite possible.

You were at home when he left.

You could easily have got in the car.

You take the risk of dying with him.

You survive and run home.

Your dog smells death on you and barks at you.

I was at home. In low season there's less work.

OK.

Let's talk about the restaurant.

A nice business! How much is it worth?

- 400,000. - 400,000?

Did you buy it with cash or take out a loan?

- Cash. - Where was the money from?

An inheritance from Pierrot's aunt.

Oh yes, the old aunt!

That's a pathetic lie.

All in cash! From nowhere!

Not to mention these, which you surely recognize!

Know what I think?

7 years ago, your husband

helped himself to some gems

and sold them to this guy, Fabien Capucci,

a well known receiver in Marseille.

His DNA's on the stones.

I want to know what happened, because it's linked to his murder.

You didn't love Pierrot, but you wanted the restaurant!

You thought you'd have it all for yourself, right?

And it didn't take you long to acquire it.

It's dirty money, isn't it?

I want to know where the gems come from.

- I killed him. - How?

The way you said.

Give me a statement, I'll sign it, then leave me alone.

Where did the gems come from?

- I killed him. - How?

The way you said. Give me a statement...

- I don't believe her. - Neither do I.

But there's evidence, and a confession.

She'll be indicted.

She's no criminal.

OK.

And?

She's a bit extreme, hangs out in bars, drinks...

Is that a good defence?

The jury will be more convinced she killed him.

She's hiding something, but not the murder.

You slept with her?

- Before or after the murder? - After.

Didn't you think she was manipulating you?

- She was sincere. - Hang on, Alex!

You left your brain in Marseille?

A beautiful, fragile widow.

She falls into your arms. Maybe she was sincere,

but that doesn't make her innocent.

- I'm rarely wrong about people. - Go and see Angelo.

Leave the case to Renart, he'll be more objective.

- I had to let Capucci go. - We had his DNA.

He denied everything.

His lawyer is Adaoui.

He told him to say nothing till he's indicted.

His DNA on the gems means he touched them,

not that he sold them on.

We must find the jewels' origin.

- Then we can get her. - It's not her.

I see I'm not your first visitor!

You can't imagine...

When I opened my eyes,

all those flowers, my mother crying, I thought it was my funeral.

- I was scared. - Hell, so was I.

I said no more visitors!

But he's my mate. He saved my life.

Just 5 minutes, OK?

If I find anyone else here, I'll put you back in a coma.

That's kind, Doctor.

It must be fun here.

Can't you get me out? I hate hospitals!

We'd better wait a bit. Tomorrow, maybe.

After all the blood you lost, you still need that, no?

I could hear you in the car.

Any progress?

- I went to Marseille. - Really?

And Monique?

- She confessed. - Oh, shit...

- She killed him? - I don't think so.

Of course you don't.

- Go on, tell me. - I continued the enquiry.

The white lady's first appearance was the same time as the jewels.

I'm going to see Nathan,

the boy who survived the first accident.

You need help. I can't stay lying here.

Better than being dead.

Anyway, I'm telling you: I'll leave tomorrow.

Oh!

There was...

Emilie came to see me. She left this for you.

She thinks I'm a postman.

I'm taking a few days off. See you.

Or else her phone battery's run out!

This is Emilie's voicemail. Leave a message after the beep.

Emilie, it's Alex.

I'm thinking of you. I hope you're OK.

I'm waiting for you.

Waiting to go to court?

Yes.

- Have you eaten? - No.

Get her a sandwich, please.

I'm Christine, an old friend of Alex's.

Why did you sleep with Alex?

What do you think?

To have a cop on your side?

Who'll find you the best lawyer in Marseille?

Whatever.

But you confessed quite readily, so...

I'm still wondering.

It was for pleasure.

See what I mean?

Yes, I see. Yes.

Jacob!

Someone wants you, over there!

OK.

- Nathan, I'm Alex. - Hi!

I have 3 minutes, or the boss will shout.

- Thanks for seeing me. - No problem.

OK. Well..

I can't get over that incident.

It's been ages, but...

It still feels like yesterday.

Will you tell me what happened?

Yes, if you listen without judging.

It drives me mad. People laugh at me.

Don't worry.

I was working as a ski instructor.

I shared with a guy called Amir.

We got on really well. He was nice.

He had a car, I didn't, so it was handy for me.

Was he driving that night?

Amir's girlfriend

looked after a chic chalet, with pool, sauna, home cinema...

Everything! Owned by Russians.

When they were away, we used it. It was cool.

The night of the storm, you decided to go there.

We'd been partying.

It was nearly midnight...

A heavy snowstorm. Visibility zero.

Suddenly there was something in the headlights.

Amir slowed down, and there was a girl.

I swear! She was all white...

She had white clothes, all torn, bare feet in the snow,

and her eyes... Her eyes were like fire.

- Fire? - Yes, they were blazing!

Sounds crazy, but it's true!

She asked Amir to stop, but he accelerated.

I went mad. I wanted to know who she was!

But he panicked.

So...

- Nathan, back to work! - Coming.

- Nathan! - Yes!

After that...

We went over the pass and down the winding road, and...

The accident.

Amir died...

but I was barely hurt.

I swear I saw her as clear as I see you now.

I must go.

I swear it.

I know these stories aren't credible.

- No... Why say that? - It can't be a coincidence.

Not to put you down, but it doesn't add up!

What's it got to do with our case?

I don't know. The seasonal workers didn't know Pierrot.

I want to dig deeper.

To know what happened 7 years ago.

I'm going to see the Chevalliers.

OK. Go on. Maybe they saw the yeti!

- Mr and Mrs Chevallier? - Yes.

Alex Hugo, rural police, Lusagne.

Why did you leave La Claret?

We couldn't stay, after what happened to us there...

What happened?

I found out the meaning of turning grey overnight.

I aged ten years in a night.

Emma had meningitis.

She was treated with intravenous antibiotics.

Her fever was down, the hospital said we could take her home...

Darling!

It'll be OK.

It'll be OK. Emma! Emma!

Emma, wake up. Stay with us, Emma.

Her temperature came back and she lost consciousness.

There was the storm.

It's OK, it's OK.

The phone didn't work.

2 metres of snow, no way of getting out.

Next day the storm was gone,

and Emma was alive.

We'd made her drink, given her double the medicine,

put her in a lukewarm bath.

Next morning the phone worked, the ambulance came.

When she woke up, more problems.

She remembered nothing.

Nothing before the meningitis. Amnesia.

She didn't recognize us. She didn't know who we were!

Our life turned upside down.

We were there with our child who didn't know us.

We couldn't stay in La Claret. It didn't make sense.

We had to start from scratch.

So we left, like thieves, in 48 hours...

We came here. It took us some time...

We settled down again. Emma gradually got better.

I read about Emma and the violin.

She played perfectly though she'd never learned.

Nonsense! She played a few notes...

The article was by a local writer, not a real journalist.

He exaggerated to get attention.

OK. Thank you.

No problem.

At her first lesson, she plays like a pro

Beautiful.

Alex Hugo. Police officer.

You're Emma. I've just seen your parents.

Is it because I came in the chapel?

Everyone knows the key is under the stone.

- I only come for the music. - Can't you play at home?

My parents don't like it.

They're wrong.

One day I saw a violin in school.

I was drawn to it, like it was waiting for me.

I started playing. The music came out without my understanding.

Did you find out why?

I don't know.

My parents freaked out, but not me.

I held the violin,

and it felt like an old friend.

There's always a part of us we don't know.

Suddenly, we discover it and say...

"Is that really me?"

You're lucky.

Your hidden side is music. Sometimes it's not as good.

And you? What's your hidden gift?

I don't know if it's a gift. Maybe it's experience.

I can feel what others feel.

I understand them well.

You're not here because I'm using the chapel.

No. I have a case in La Claret.

La Claret?

I don't remember it. I can't help.

- No memories? - As if I was born at the age of 10.

And La Claret?

For me it's just a name, photos.

They tell me stories:

how I chased a marmot and hurt my knee,

how I ate 3 kilos of blackberries and got ill.

It feels like someone else's story.

Do you remember Monique Clément?

No. Who's she?

A neighbour.

She knew you well at the time.

- Sorry, I don't remember anything. - It's OK.

- Thanks for the music. - Not at all.

Meningitis is a deadly illness,

with symptoms like high fever, bad headaches,

but also neurological effects like confusion,

aphasia, amnesia, even epilepsy.

Does the amnesia stay afterwards?

Yes, it can do.

The illness is like a trauma.

It leaves lasting or permanent effects.

The girl may have lost her memory because of the meningitis.

But I can't understand the violin.

The illness couldn't have activated a gift?

I don't think so. But there's always a first time.

Your colleague was hit on the head with an axe.

Maybe he'll play the saxophone!

Is he fit to leave?

No, but I signed the paper.

There we are!

It looks good! Fine.

It needs to breathe.

Come on now.

- OK. I'm going home. - No way!

I prefer being there.

TV and apricot yoghurt are not my thing.

- I don't believe it! - Work done!

I don't know what to say.

You've the right to feel moved.

There was no need, Alex.

- It'll be a change from yoghurt! - I hope so!

The cop stands there and says: "Hands on the wall,

"legs apart."

I can feel him search my pockets and find my police card.

I wait to turn round and see his face,

tell him what I thought.

Nothing! Then I hear a car engine.

I turn round and see him driving off!

Lucky he didn't put the flashing light on.

Hang on. You believe that?

Some people are so stupid, you feel embarrassed for them!

You've had enough now.

You look shattered.

The doctor wouldn't be pleased!

I should have put you to bed.

Are you joking? It's a great party.

Now I feel alive.

But you're right, I can't stand up.

None of my business, but how are things with Emilie?

OK.

Well. I had a fling with...

Monique.

Is Emilie mad?

You know us two aren't like that, but...

It hurts.

And I don't want Monique to go to jail

for a crime she didn't commit.

What you found out about her won't help her case.

This jewel thing is worrying.

Diamonds, emeralds, sapphires...

The second apparition, the second accident.

I wish you were a good liar.

- Hi! - Hi.

Where were you?

In town. I saw some people.

We're free.

You need your space, your mountains, your secrets...

I'm the same.

Freedom's not easy. It doesn't mean not caring.

It's not easy, but I don't want to know.

No, madam, you must be mistaken!

Lusagne has no bears.

I assure you!

Right. Me too. Goodbye.

What rubbish!

She says she saw a sign saying "Beware of the bears".

Hello?

Yes. Who?

Oh yes! Hello, Father.

Someone in the parish saw what?

It's a joke.

No... Thank you, Father. I'll deal with it.

Oh, right!

- Idiot! - This sign is nice.

- Better than the tramway. - You think so?

Yes. And you never know...

If ever we have a bear, we'll be ready.

Yes, you're right.

As long as it makes people slow down...

Thanks, Emilie. Bye.

- Bye, Michel. Have a nice day. - Bye.

What's that?

The archives of L'Echo des Alpes.

I want the issue just before the storm.

It was 21st February, right?

So it's the 22nd.

Oh! I remember. The snow was 2 metres thick.

Electricity cuts made me lose everything in the freezer.

This is interesting.

"In the storm,

"the Ballmer family left Chambéry airport.

"The plane disappeared off the radar at 8.52pm.

"It sent out no distress signal, it never landed.

"It probably crashed in the mountains."

Is this to do with your case?

They searched further north.

It was never found?

Wait, here's something.

"Crash. Rescuers have still not found the plane."

Later on. Look, 1st March...

"Plane crash. Search abandoned."

Maybe it didn't crash in the Vanoise.

Maybe it was near here.

Who were the Ballmers?

"Ballmer family, one of the 20 richest families in Switzerland.

"Watchmakers, jewellers..."

They could afford a few trinkets.

Yes. And if the jewels vanished during the accident,

they won't be listed as stolen goods.

"Christian and Gabrielle Ballmer and their children:

"Victor, 14, and Kim, 10."

It's awful!

Yes, it's awful.

Could there be a link between Emma and Kim Ballmer?

More than a link. She is Kim.

Hello, Lauzier.

Hello.

Emma Chevallier.

Do you recognize her?

They grow fast.

She lived here for 10 years. Look again.

Yes. It must be her.

- "It must" or it is? - It's her! OK?

One minute! The name "Ballmer" mean anything to you?

No, nothing!

- A nice man, Lauzier. - Very.

Straightforward, too.

Where are you off to?

I'm going back.

I need to look around La Claret.

- I can't come with you. - No. Don't worry.

I'll be careful.

Shit!

Hello? Pass me Renart. It's urgent.

The accident report will take weeks.

The plane's wreckage didn't get into the crevasse by itself.

It was pushed in.

It's been hidden.

There are bodies, too: two adults and a child.

Hard to identify right now.

It's the Ballmers' plane.

- So one child is missing. - They might have fallen elsewhere.

Crash sites can spread over several kilometres.

I need to go and see the Lauziers.

Watch out! Maybe they fired at Alex and hit Angelo.

OK. Don't worry.

Right. Now you can go fishing.

I'm still a cop.

You act the devoted admirer but it doesn't work.

Look how you helped Monique.

A murder charge, plus receiving stolen goods.

There are other suspects to check out.

You're so stubborn.

Keep me informed!

Mr Lauzier? Police!

Open up!

Clear off!

He's reloading! Battering ram!

Drop your gun!

Drop your gun!

Your chalet's a nice little nest. Full of beautiful stones!

- A meteorite at 12,000 euros! - We bought it.

With what money?

How did you pay for it? With Ballmer's money!

- We deserved it. - Really?

It wasn't you who went up there in the storm.

There's been no storm like this for a long time.

It's Pierrot!

There's been a crash up there. A plane, below the summit!

What did you see?

A plane exploded. A ball of fire on the mountain!

No phones. There'll be no emergency service!

Helicopters can't fly in this!

- We have to go. - You're crazy!

Get your coat! There may be survivors.

Chevallier must come too. Come on!

We did it. We went up...

We could have died there.

Let's go back!

They were all dead!

We took huge risks going up there!

The mountain gave us this treasure.

You can't understand that.

But you fired at us.

You could have killed us.

So keep your lessons to yourself!

Did you kill Pierre Clément?

I killed the dog. Will I go to jail for it?

Why did you kill it?

So Monique would shut up.

She might have...

Decided truth is better than lies?

You'd do anything to keep your treasure.

The axe blow and the gunshot will cost you dear!

It wasn't us!

We'll do ballistic DNA tests.

You'll get 20 years!

The axe was him.

- Shut up! - Can't you see we're in trouble!

It's better they know.

We're not going to pay for the others!

The gunshots up there, that wasn't us.

We heard them, but it wasn't us!

- But the axe... - I wanted to make sure

Monique hadn't left anything lying about.

So I went to check.

Then your colleagues arrived.

I saw the axe...

So you'll stop at nothing.

I killed no one!

I know what happened after the crash.

You didn't touch the Ballmers' things.

But you're accomplices.

Come on.

We lost one life and saved another.

Emma!

Emma! Emma!

Oh no!

No! No!

There's been a crash. Pierrot wants you.

What?

No!

"A crash"?

I must go.

I was out of my mind. I'd lost my daughter...

I think I went to the crash site because...

I needed to...

I wanted to escape.

Maybe even die.

I got there and there were the bodies, the jewels...

And the others, there...

Emeralds! Pierrot!

They're worth millions!

- What are you doing? - They're jewels!

We'll be rich.

You've gone mad!

- Let's share them. - No way!

They're all dead!

- You're like vultures. - Stop it!

We can't help them!

- Patrick, there's no risk. - I'm going down!

Patrick!

When I went down, there was Kim.

Her eyes were all red.

Her blood vessels had burst.

It happens when you fall from a high altitude.

Her clothes were torn, she had hypothermia...

The seasonal workers saw her on the road.

They took her for a white lady.

She'd wandered from the crash site to the hamlet.

A superhuman act.

She'd survived a crash, the mountain, the storm,

she'd walked to us barefoot...

The next day we realized she'd forgotten all about her past.

I know it sounds crazy, but...

Maybe she was meant for us,

sent from...

heaven?

Yes, Renart. Pass me Dorval. It's urgent!

Dorval...

I know what happened 7 years ago.

Can you leave us, please?

Emma is Kim Ballmer. You knew, didn't you?

Yes.

I have the postmortem results on the Ballmers.

There's a problem with their son, Victor.

There are marks on his chest

showing death wasn't accidental.

Crime weapon not yet identified.

- I've nothing to say. - Oh no!

You'll tell me the truth.

Don't you think the boy deserves justice?

He was 14.

Pierrot never told me.

But I always knew there was blood behind that money.

How did you know?

After the storm, he wasn't the same. He'd changed.

He'd become hard.

I thought it was because he'd stolen money from the dead...

And then...

I started being...

I started being scared of the mountain too.

No graves, no names...

Just bodies, thrown into a hole.

I felt that...

That the dead people were angry with us.

You never talked to anyone?

No. We made a pact.

We and the Lauziers took the jewels, Nath and Patrick, the girl.

It was our secret. We kept it.

It started eating into me.

Like acid. So I started drinking.

More and more, more and more often.

I'm not sure you killed Pierrot.

It's not like I didn't want to!

You want to change your statement?

No.

I must pay.

Pay for what you did. Not the rest.

You know who killed Pierrot?

No.

Did you fire at me?

Idiot!

No!

- Stop, Mum! - No!

Stop here!

Stop, please!

Mum, I can't go on.

I beg you. Don't say it.

I'll say it was me!

I can't go on! I can't lie any more!

- I can't go on! - Emma, wait!

Emma?

Emma.

The day I took the violin...

I had a flashback...

and then another...

What did you see?

At first, hardly anything...

My childhood bedroom.

I wanted to ask my parents, but...

I don't know...

I didn't dare...

They didn't want you to remember. And then?

In my flashbacks...

There were people who behaved like my parents...

but because...

In fact, they were my parents.

They called me... They called me Kim.

I didn't understand. I was lost...

I thought, who are you?

I wish I didn't know.

It suited me to be Emma, but...

But just... Just crazy or stupid.

When I realized it was all lies...

I felt...

Not betrayed, no, but... But just alone.

All alone with an enormous secret.

Do you recall the accident?

That came back last.

As if my brain refused to let me see.

I already knew I had a brother.

A big brother, Victor.

I can see myself in the snow.

I'm walking.

I see a man.

It was... It was Pierrot.

Pierrot was a monster.

He killed Victor,

you remembered and decided to take revenge.

Yes.

It's our fault. We should have told you.

It's that bastard's fault!

I can't live like this any more.

I'm Kim, not Emma.

Do you hate us?

No. You took me in, you protected me.

You're my family.

Let's go.

Mrs Chevallier?

The gunshots up there were you.

Am I right?

Let's go.

Patrick buried her here, with much love.

I often came here.

I watched over her.

It's important she gets her name on her grave.

And you? What's happening?

I'll be tried for the jewel theft.

My lawyer thinks it won't be too bad.

He's good.

I like him to defend my friends, not my enemies.

If I don't go to jail, I'll go to Quebec.

Far away from this damn mountain.

It took too much from me.

Count to ten without turning round.

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