All language subtitles for Cain s02e04 Cain et Abel 2eme partie.eng

That you didn't recognize me under
the features of Father Rouillac,

it's understandable, during all these years
I had to master the art

of disguise, but...

Not you.

That you didn't understand
that the murder of this poor

Jade Libansky couldn't be part
of my work, that disappoints me a lot.

You didn't kill Jade Libansky?

Of course not, why
would I have done that?

Fortunately, God has placed you
on my path, Lucie.

And you are going to help me
to restore justice

by finding this miscreant who dared
to pass himself off as me.

Marseille: New twist
in the so-called Inquisitor case.

The bodies of two new victims
were found by the police,

yesterday at the end of the day.

They are Therese Noujin,
the aunt of the serial killer,

and Father Rouillac,

the priest in charge of the chapel
of Cassis,

in which was discovered
the mutilated body

of Jade Libansky.

Two crimes, which in spite of
the extreme discretion of the police,

are a priori attributable to
the infamous serial killer,

still on the loose.

When I think that he is there,
very close.

What are you waiting for to squeeze him?

That's my business.

It's a little bit mine too, Fred.

It's my wife that this guy massacred.

He's hiding somewhere, his ass
in front of the radio or the TV

to gargle about his exploits.

I don't understand anything
about the way he dysfunctions this guy.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I'll thank you to leave work
at work and make sure

that the house stays the house.

I recognize this little stress,

it's the stress of the defense.

But I also know how
it's going to end.

You're going to get it unanimously
with the congratulations of the jury.

Little thesis.

Fuck.

But are you stupid or what?

Oh no, Fred. I remind you of our deal,
zero compassion, zero yelling.

You pick up your toy.

His toy.

Here, we leave his hardware
at the entrance,

this is a respectable saloon.

Wait, all this for a Laguiole?

Your fucking Laguiole.

Stop!

We really wonder
who the kids are here.

Good.
How far along are you?

I've got a right to know

where this fucking investigation is.

You know very well that if we had
any leads at all,

you'd be the first to know.

I saw Seven again.

There's one thing I don't understand.

How do these guys make a living.

You've got to be a breadwinner to be
a serial killer or what?

What's on your toast?
There's only chocolate?

Why?

I'm proud of my sperm.

A big shit for your thesis.

I thought you were laid off.

Business as usual.

Sister Lucie, if this is to apologize to you
for ratting me out

to Big Chief Roquin-

Wait Captain,

I've got a big problem here.

It's my mother,

she tried to slit her wrists,
she's in a coma.

Ah shit, Delambre.

There's the ambulance service that has just
taken her to the emergency room.

Lucie, I don't know what to tell you.
Can I do anything?

But there's nothing to say,
I'm going to the hospital.

I won't have time to
go to the office first.

I suppose you've told
Moretti?

No, no, actually, I was counting
on you a bit.

I mainly wanted to make sure that you
were going to take over

the direction of the investigation.

Anyway, I was planning
to call you.

I think I have an idea,

but we'll talk about it later.

Yes, yes, OK, please keep me
informed of the progress

of the investigation, I'll feel
a little less guilty.

By the way, where is she hospitalized?

To what do I owe the displeasure?

Do you imagine that with
croissants, even with butter,

I'm going to overlook
your unspeakable attitude towards Lucie?

Well, yes, no?

Well, has anyone ever told you
about the cognitive virtues of chocolate?

What the hell are you talking about?

I have a lead that
no one has thought of.

For the past five years, Pasquet
has been travelling across Europe,

he regularly changes his appearance,
his accommodation.

He is equipped with enough sophisticated
equipment to escape from the cops

and to track down his victims
like a rooster in dough.

The question is,

what does this bastard live on?

Maybe he robs his victims.

I checked.

Nobody has touched the 27,000 euros that
are sleeping on the bigot's Livret A.

Same for the abbot, poor as Job.

As for Jade, Libansky would have told me
about any withdrawals from her accounts.

Maybe he's a thief.

Not the profile of a beast.

Rather cowardly,

like all the other thieves of his kind,

and above all completely obsessed
with his work.

No, he wouldn't take the risk of being
caught in a robbery

when he has gold in his hands.

He's a master of tattoos.

Do you know how much he earns?

A tattoo artist of his kind.

I'll have a word with Lucie about it, so that
she can look into it.

No, in fact, Lucie
has given up.

Her mother has done a TS.

What, Agathe, a ST ?

It's not possible, two days ago

she came to tell me
that she was going to get married again.

She was beaming, 50 cm from the ground.

Hello, you've reached
Lucie Delambre's mobile,

you can leave me a message.

Yeah, Lucie, it's Moretti,

Cain has just told me the news
for Agathe,

You could have called me.
I am very worried.

Call me back.

Why didn't she try
to call me directly?

Which hospital is she at?

I don't know, she hung up
before telling me.

Hi, this is Agathe, you can
leave me a message. Thank you.

Yes, Agathe. It's Jacques.

Listen, Cain has just told me
that you have just made

a suicide attempt.

I can't believe it, call me back.

Well, let's go back downstairs and summarize.

So, Lucie said the truth.

And in that case, I don't understand
why

she didn't call you either.

But it's not possible, I tell you.

She had just found
her first love.

Why would Lucie have called me to
throw me some bullshit information?

Maybe she didn't have a choice.

Maybe she wanted to
send us a message.

So let's push the envelope
a little further.

Who would make Lucie call me
to throw me some bullshit excuse?

Pasquet.

Fuck.

Why would he do that?

She doesn't really have the profile
of his usual victims.

Anyway, what is sure,

is that she was alive
half an hour ago

and that she asked me
to tell her regularly

how the investigation was going.

So he would be looking
for information to escape us.

Why would he do that?
There were simpler ways.

Why didn't he take off
at the end of the world,

like after each murder?

Why did he take this insane risk of
coming all the way here in the lion's den?

To Lucie, disguised as a priest?

What the fuck is he looking for?

Who?

Wait, aren't you going to start again with
your copycat stories ?

There's one thing that psychopaths
can't stand,

it's that we steal their work.

Maybe we're completely wrong.

Hello, you've reached Gaëlle's answering machine,

I can't answer your call at the moment,
please leave me a message.

Bye.

Borel !

Yes, boss.

Go take a look at Lucie's home
right away.

Has something happened
to the lieutenant?

Do what I tell you.

And launch a search in all

hospitals and clinics in the region

to find out if a certain

Agathe Delambre has been admitted to
resuscitation following a TS.

Fred told me that you and Jade...

You used to see each
other from time to time.

According to you, I made
her a little happy, didn't I ?

Come on, Patrick,
let's not lie to each other.

In your bouquets of roses there were
a few thorns, weren't there?

Do you want to talk about
my jealousy attacks?

What?

Did she tell you about
my whore stories?

No, you really thought that...

If you want to know everything,

I never cheated on Jade.

Only, I was perverse enough
to make her believe

in all that bullshit.

And only to arouse
a bit of jealousy.

Yes.

That I feel a semblance
of desire in her.

Just to get the damn
machine going again.

What do you think, you,
eh?

Do you think it's easy for us

to live with women like you?

Because you think it's easy
to live with guys like you?

Whatever we do, we'll always be
stuck in the role of nanny.

Whatever we do, we'll always be

witnesses of what you used to be.

Before your fucking fall.

In which, and you're a little
too prone to forget it,

you dragged us down with you.

There you go, it's all my fault.
Is that it?

Yeah, I'm the monster.

You know what?

I'm the one who killed her.

I killed her.

You wanted to know how
the investigation was going.

Bring back your tires.

We're going to track down the beast.

Any word from Lucy?
Her mother?

Not yet, I sent out patrols,
I'm waiting.

OK, you let me know.

Don't fuck with me, Fred.

Everyone knows that no cop
worth his salt

takes a civilian into the field.

You didn't want to leave me alone
with Gaëlle.

Gaëlle was about to leave.

It's you I didn't want to leave
alone at home.

In fact, you still don't trust me.

I have good reasons for that, don't I?

Your perfect couple with Jade.

Your mother supposedly died
when you were 13.

I just told you that she had
abandoned me,

not that she was dead.

Even if she is, for me.

Symbolically, she is.

Symbolism is not for cops.

Cops are interested in facts.

And the fact is, if it wasn't for
the intervention of a guy named Roger,

you really would have killed her.

Are you interested in facts?

Then just ask yourself why
all the Rogers never

stayed at home for very long.

After my dad dumped
my mom and me,

we were a real tight little couple.

It's simple,

she never let me go.

She made me take my bath.

Well, when you're a kid,
it's still okay, but as a teenager.

You can't imagine the mess in my head.

So yes, yes, I plead
guilty, I hated her.

But I was 13, Fred.

I would never have killed my
mother, no matter what she said.

So...

Imagine Jade. Who was everything to me.

I should know by now that when
you love too much, you end up

to kill.

Oh yeah? So, Gaëlle has
a lot to worry about.

This may seem out of place
under the circumstances, but...

I always wanted to go with
you like this, on a case.

We would have made a great team together, wouldn't we?

And you'd be the good cop.

I've always been the bad guy.

You're wrong, I'm the bad guy.

You're a real good guy, Fred.

If God exists, he would have chosen you.

You're the one with the grace, brother.

You're worse than any slut
I've ever taken off the world.

It's Libansky, he's the counterfeiter.

Same time tomorrow?

I've got three clients
willing to pay a fortune

for your fairy fingers.

I finished my contract.

Oh, no please.

You can at least agree
to tattoo my darling,

we're getting married in a month,

I promised her that this tattoo
would be our wedding ring

In that case, a thousand more.

Oh yeah, you're a tough businessman
underneath your artistic exterior.

I guess there's no point in negotiating.

4pm. Same place, same punishment.

Damn it, Fred, damn it.

Look, I think I'm in over my head here.

Seville, Casa de Pilato, like Ponce,

the one who washed
his hands of it, you know.

15th century.

The cross in the form of a fleur-de-lis,

that's the signature of the Inquisitor

Pasquet took art classes in college.

Specializing in Spanish,
religious and Gothic art.

This is what the Inquisitor lives for.

Fred, Fred, Fred.

I fucking knew you
were cynical, but sadistic.

The tattoo, the blood, all that horror.

You don't think I've had my fill?

I googled all the tattoo parlour owners.

I discovered a guy named Laville.

He went down 10 years ago.
You know what for?

Forgery.

You want to nail the bastard
who butchered Jade?

Yes.

Then you come.

I got two different markers.

I think the first phone call Delambre made

to Captain Cain was made
not far from his home,

but when you called him back,

his answering machine gave us another
signal, and one outside Marseilles.

This is not surprising, if she has
indeed joined her mother in Aix.

If you're hygiene cops,
I already gave it a month ago.

First drawer of the counter
on the bottom left,

Little expertise, free of charge.

Other than your silver hands,

do you have any idea who
would commit this masterpiece.

You think I don't see you coming?

It's signed Pasquet in blood.

Same Mozart promotion as me, same
Spanish medieval art speciality.

If we add my judicial record
it makes me the ideal accomplice

of this crazy guy who escapes you
like an eel.

You see,

I told you it was too simple.

Ah these handicapped people, they only have the internet
in their mouth.

At the same time, a little help
between artists, that can be conceived.

And it shouldn't cost you
more than ten years.

You can tell your boss that he's forgetting
just one detail.

Women, I like them sexy
and alive.

Unlike Pasquet who has fun
tattooing them post-mortem.

I'm not a snitch.

But if this son of a bitch had
pointed his nose here,

I would have been the first
to deliver the package to you.

Oh yeah.

Oh yeah? Oh yeah, what?

It's the same kind of tattoo that
showed me a girlfriend the other day.

It wasn't finished, but there was
exactly the same detail

in the center, the kind of sword
in flowers, there.

Do you know where she got the tattoo?

I don't remember the address but...

I think I can find it for you.

In fact, I showed up there before
to come here

and when I saw the look of the place

I'd rather tell you that
I got the hell out of there.

Especially since Salomé had warned me
that I had to pay in advance,

in cash or in kind.

Salomé. And can we reach her
somewhere?

Yes, I'll give you her number.

We went through her apartment
with a fine-tooth comb, RAS.

However, a certain Agathe Delambre
was admitted to the ICU

in a private clinic in Aix.

And?

She is in a coma,

but her prognosis
is not vital.

And Lucie?

The intern hasn't seen her, he had just
resumed his service.

OK. We'll keep calling him.

Lucie, what happened.

You're bleeding.

It's over.

Lucie, why is it that despite
the world that separates us,

I have the feeling that it's the same
blood that runs through our veins?

Maybe...

Maybe because we have the same
mission, you and I.

Restoring justice.

Except that we each do it

in our own way

When did the calling come to you?

As far as I can remember,
it has always been there.

I know.

When I was young, I knew
a priest,

a good man and respected by all,

I was 16 and he was in his fifties.

I had absolute confidence in him.

So much so that I had set myself the goal
of entering the orders.

Until the day when this man

definitively betrayed my confidence.

You mean-

That he tried to rape me.

I struggled like an animal,

I managed to grab a candlestick.

I hit him with all my strength.

There was blood running down his
neck, he lay there at my feet.

Begging.

I wanted to kill him.

You should have.

He doesn't deserve to live.

At the last moment, a voice
stopped me.

No, you won't end up in prison
because of him.

So I tied him up and stripped him naked.

I left him there in the sacristy.

Completely naked.

Pitiful.

Wading through his shame.

This trauma must have left
traces in you.

I've always had trouble acting out with men.

This so-called desire that
other women talk about,

I just have the fear of being
soiled again,

soiled.

Lucie,

I promise you that as soon as I
render my justice,

I will avenge you on this man
of little faith

who nevertheless claims to be
a follower of God.

I will avenge you.

Trust me.

Did you see the look on your face,
your tattoo beak in your hand?

And the real question is,

didn't it remind you
of that fucking moment

when you tattooed Jade right before
killing her.

You can't help it, can you?

Tell me, what's next?

Stick a scalpel in my hand and
slice open a girl's belly

to see if I can do it?

You're giving me partner,
you're being

"Why don't you come stay at my house,
my friend."

but deep down, you're still convinced
that I'm the one who massacred Jade,

to imitate that scumbag Pasquet.

It's true.

However, there's still something
in me that refuses to believe

that you could have committed this butchery
to cover up your crime.

What are you waiting for?

Stick me in custody once and for all,

instead of making me up like this.

You're right, I should have done this from the beginning
instead of wiggling my ass.

Besides, wiggling my ass, I don't know
who's made for it.

Here, from now on, everything
you say will be held against you.

What?

Agathe is in a coma in the hospital.

We screwed up this morning, forget about Libansky.

What about Lucie?

Lucie still doesn't answer,

she must be at his bedside.

OK I'll call you back.

Fuck.

Forget it.

And where does this change of direction come from?

I think I'm getting everything mixed up,

my history with Gaëlle,
your history with Jade.

Not very valiant.

Good morning ladies.

Good morning gentlemen, what can I do
for your pleasure?

My friend and I were wondering if you
had a little special formula

for guys like us?

It depends, what do you like?
Like SM?

Let's see. Speaking of torture,
is Bob the tattoo artist here?

You must be mistaken.

No tattoos here.

Only champagne and cuddle spots.

And does he cuddle alone, the boss?

Yeah. He hugs himself.

Hop hop hop, police.

They have created a section
handicap in Marseille?

My assistant is the
world champion of basketball.

You move a hair out of place and it's
your baseball bat

that he puts you in the basket.

Does that mean anything to you?

It's not exactly the kind
of the house, no.

Do you know how much it can cost
to withhold information

involving complicity in at least
13 murders?

Are you kidding?

I can already see you in your little
sardine suit,

making headlines.

SpongeBob SquarePants, accomplice of the Inquisitor.

I didn't fucking know.

I swear to you, I didn't know.

You didn't know what?

I've been employing guys, moonlighting,
who are into this kind of

bondieuserie for the
past few days, but

I didn't know who he was.

That, my man, you're going to have to prove.

He's got an appointment here, at 4pm,
with a customer.

Hey, no kidding Fred,
that's great work.

When I think you could have run into
the Inquisitor

and been escorted by your number one suspect,

I wonder if Lucie isn't right
when she claims

that you've definitely fired cuckoo.

A schizophrenic and a nutcase to squeeze
a psychopath,

that's two against one.

Oh and stop with that,

Lucie is fine with her mother

So back to square one,
only one target, Pasquet.

Gaëlle ? So?

Great.

I'm proud of you.

Let's celebrate at home, tonight?
Just you and me.

Gaëlle. I love you.

Gaëlle got her thesis.

It doesn't do anything to my legs, but
I'm growing wings.

Go and find your sweetheart.

Your date with the Inquisitor is
in four hours.

That gives you time to go and drink.

No way.

One thing at a time.

Fred. I'm the boss.

And I don't want to have your chair

there between my legs during
the installation of the device.

All right?

As long as you're here for the hallali.

The aioli ?

You're in love, right. Otherwise,
you wouldn't be so stupid.

Get out of here.

What are you doing here, you,

I thought you had a psychopath
on the fire.

Bravo, bravo.

Congratulations master.

I know that your support has been
decisive for my wife,

more than mine, anyway.

Gaëlle didn't need anyone
to impress the juries.

I'm the one who would be flattered to welcome

such a brilliant element on my site
in Ethiopia.

Shall we have a drink?

No thanks.

I'll have the opportunity to celebrate
your wife's victory before we leave.

Goodbye.

I'm going to accompany Adrien to his car.

What?

You're not going to do it to me.

You're jealous, it's obvious.

Huh?

To my wife, ravishing Aphrodite,

without whom I would be
only half a man.

Well, a quarter of a man.

So, tell me, you're a hider.

What's the story behind this escapade
in Ethiopia ?

Great!

Yes, except that I haven't yet
had the courage to tell Adrien

that I've given up.

I've found an equally interesting mission

in a Roma camp in Marseille.

Won't Pygmalion be disappointed?

Probably, but I'll take it on.

We had too much trouble
finding each other with Fred.

I'd feel like deserting.

How beautiful.

A woman sacrificing herself for her
man like that is beautiful.

It's not a sacrifice, Patrick.

It's a sincere and spontaneous choice.

Sublime, my wife's legs, huh.

Libansky, I know it's you
the forger.

Open this door, no one can
usurp, divine justice.

Open this door, I'm telling you.

Open the door.

Patrick?

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Excuse me, sorry, sorry.

I completely forgot that there was
a practice this afternoon,

and since I'm the only one who has
the keys to the chair shed.

I remind you that we have an appointment.

No, you have an appointment.

I don't really want to meet
the eyes of this monster.

Or you can give me a gun
and I'll take care of him myself

to settle his account.

I can't take you home.

It's okay, I have my car.

Here you go. Have a good hunt.

You take care of yourself.

What was that little smile
earlier?

Oh, nothing. No, but you're both so
predictable,

it reminded me of a little music
that Jade and I used to play to each other.

Ah yes. Anyway, if you wanted to mess
up between Fred and me,

you couldn't do it better.

Can we go?

We can go, yes.

There you go, girls.

There he is.

All units.

The black scooter.

We don't have time to tinker, we'll
squeeze him right on my cue.

Come on, get over here.

Police!

Don't move!

Fucking stop, it's ok, it's ok.

I didn't fucking do anything, it's a guy
he gave me his t-shirt and 300 euros

to deliver a message
at 4pm sharp.

What message?

Thanks for the warning,

that's the message.

How the fuck did this guy know

he was going to be set up,
shit!

Wait, you wouldn't have done that.

But how would I have done that in a cell?

You stole my cell phone.

I called Lucie to check on her mother.

Did you get her?

No, her answering machine.

I just told her to take her time
because we had a good chance

of catching up with Pasquet at the
tattoo store.

Ah fuck.

That means Lucie is in the hands of
the Inquisitor.

Damn.

He wants his copycat.

And it's Libansky.

Gaëlle, where are you?

I'm on my way home, why?

Is Patrick with you?

No, he didn't want me to take him home,

he preferred to take a cab.

What's going on, Fred?

He probably killed Jade.

You lock yourself in the house,

you lock everything and if Patrick
calls, you don't answer.

Under no circumstances.

This is all my fault.

If I hadn't left that fucking
message,

Stop it Borel, that's enough!

Good.

It's all about not messing up
in the scheme of things.

First of all, Lucie,

is our top priority.

How do we get her out of Pasquet's clutches?

He knows that we understood
that he was holding her hostage.

You take Quatram, you go
to Libansky's house and you frame

his villa to prevent him from getting out.

And you don't come in with force.

He'd be able to blow himself up.
We'd lose our bargaining chip.

Tell me that again.

You're the one who said hostages.

He's got Lucie, we've got Libansky,
give and take.

What happened to you?

I've got my first aid certificate,
I can prevent the bleeding.

If you stay there, what
will happen to me?

One more step, we both jump.

If you kill me, you'll never get
your copycat.

I'm your only
currency.

Listen to me, you freak,

I know you're listening to me like a
vulture on Lucie's shoulder,

if you ever touch any of
her hair.

Captain Cain, I'm not sure you
are in a position

to threaten me with anything.

I have what you want.

I'm willing to bring it to you on
a platter,

in exchange for my colleague.

You're offering to trade the delectable Lucie

for this vulgar forger,
right?

We understand each other.

Are you sure your conscience
will bear the consequences?

I don't suppose you have any doubts

about what I
have in store for your friend.

He is a murderer of your kind.
Lucie is innocent.

There is no photo.

I still have to be sure
that she is alive.

I'm sorry, Captain.

Lucie, are you all right?

6:45 p.m. sharp in the parking lot,
underneath the 55, at Les Arnavaux.

At all units, we are
well agreed.

You intervene only on my order,
once Lucie is out of danger.

You are punctual, captain.
That's good.

How do we do it?

First of all, you take a close-up photo
of the forger

and you send it to me.

What for, you see it
there no?

Not well, precisely.

Do as I say, Captain.

I wouldn't want to be cheated
on the goods.

First of all, I want to see Lucie.

You open the door and show it to me.

Very well, okay.

Come closer. Come on, come on,
I'll open the door for you.

Again. Come on. Again,
a little more.

Fucking bastard.

I'm very disappointed in you, Captain.

Do you think I've been able to escape
from all the police forces in Europe

for five years without taking
a minimum of precautions?

Where is Lucie?

Meet me in two hours at
the chapel,

just you and the forger.

Borel.

No, Captain, we're too late.

Doors locked, no car.

Are you sure?

Well, yes, but...

Stop, what are you doing?

We don't have a choice anymore.

You gather the cavalry, but you wait for
my signal to intervene.

What the hell are you doing?

Do you want to see Lucie alive again?

So you trust me

and you get away from this fucking
car.

While you were waiting for her
at the sex-shop, Pasquet came to see me

and tried to kill me.

Where is Gaëlle?

Did you see that?

It took me a long time,

Hours, more or less
failed attempts to achieve that.

My masterpiece.

The exact replica of the one
of the Inquisitor.

I suffered a lot

before executing it on Jade,

a kind

of eternal alliance between us.

Even your forensic scientist didn't
see anything wrong with it.

What did you do with Gaëlle?

You're going to wake her up.

You're all the diabolical perfidy
of the female

concentrated in one person.

You can't even imagine
how much,

you son of a bitch.

All my rape story was false,

you got fooled like
a poor shit.

The pedophile priest trick, eh,
you fell into it with both feet,

it was easier to confuse you.

You shouldn't have betrayed me.

Fuck you, you son of a bitch,
go ahead and kill me!

That would be too easy.

You're going to suffer more
than the others, you know.

You have to suffer for a long
time to atone for all those nasty sins.

My offering.

Abel's gift to Cain.

You're completely sick.

You see the difference between us, Fred,

is that you're just a poor neurotic
who is constantly fighting

against his fantasies while I,,
am acting out.

Why Gaëlle?

What did you do to her?
What do you want?

You have it, the answer.

Freedom, Fred.

To be free at last, and to be able
to start her life again.

This condescension,

the unbearable pity in her eyes and
this permanent ball of anxiety.

This fear,

this fear of being abandoned

by the one who has only been the witness
of what we have been.

A life of begging for love, that's it
our destiny Fred, that's it

Because you think you're going to
give me back my legs

by sacrificing Gaëlle?

Did it give you back yours?

Legs don't matter, Fred.

Freedom.

Freedom, Fred.

You're too sensitive to free yourself
alone, so I'm going to help you.

If I kill her,

you won't have a choice anymore,

you'll have to move on.

You'll have to live.

And assume yourself as you are.

It's true.

It's true, a thousand times I...

A thousand times I have dreamed of leaving.

To draw a definitive line on this
neurotic relationship with Gaëlle.

It is true that I will always have
this secret hope, pathetic

to start again as before,
as if nothing had happened.

Each time, I have failed.

Because I love her.

No, no.

You mix everything up, Fred.

Love, morals.

This Judeo-Christian poison that prevents
you from acting and ending your suffering.

I've been watching you both
and you know what?

I felt sorry for you.

Don't worry, you won't have
to feel guilty about.

I'll take care of everything.

I owe you a life, don't I?

I'm the one who'd knock if I were you.

Wait, wait. I can't do it
with Gaëlle,

but I won't get my oxygen back
if you do it for me.

Would you have put up with
us sacrificing Jade for you?

It's not wrong.

It's not wrong, but how can I
trust you?

What are you risking?

You're the one with the gun.

What the fuck are you doing, Fred,
shit!

Frederic Cain, you can leave
your message right after the beep.

You told me half an hour,

it's been almost an hour since I've heard from you.

I can't.

You're too sensitive for a cop.

Come on, give.

Plant.

No, no!

Wake up, Gaëlle!

Frédéric Caïn, SRPJ of Marseille.

Send me an ambulance,
50, rue des Faux.

Your death today, tomorrow,
I don't give a damn anymore.

But tonight, you owe me a life.

Can I count on you?

It's not every day that I
beg you, Jacques.

You don't launch the intervention
before the exchange.

You'd be making the biggest mistake
of your life.

So you weren't messing around, you really,
intended to hand over Libansky

to this monster, but you've completely
lost it.

Do you have another option?

What does the person concerned think?

He's made his choice.

You're aware that you're all at risk

Lucie, the first one.

You're dealing with a fucking lunatic, Fred.

He chose the time and the place, he's got
a perfect control of the situation.

So we're in agreement,

I don't want to have a kepi within a
two-mile radius before my signal.

Is that understood?

Good, Captain.

You've learned your lesson.

And I advise you to keep
that way.

If you want anyone
to get out of this holy place alive.

My trust has limits.

The altar is booby-trapped,
an inappropriate move,

we all go up in smoke,

join the Lord.

Captain, your weapon.

Your weapon, Captain.

This was not part of the deal.

From a seasoned cop like you,

this naivety is always so
touching, Captain.

Go ahead.

The difference between you and me,

is that you have shamefully
falsified my work

for your own purposes.

While I do it in the name of God.

I sacrifice irredeemable
sinners.

You are right,

I used you to fulfill
a revenge, but believe me,

my wife deserved her punishment.

I have discovered my true nature.

On the other hand,

they are not of our world.

There is no room for
two Inquisitors.

Can we imagine two
Jerome Bosch?

Two Wagner, two Jesus?

If your intention is to become
my disciple,

I can fulfill this last wish
taking her to court,

she is yours.

I offer her to you.

She is in a coma,

but the prognosis is not vital.

She's being taken to the Timone
emergency room.

When I think that the altar was
not even booby-trapped.

You mean I could have avoided
the carnage, right?

No, obviously not.

But I think he's doing
too well.

I dreamed of seeing him rotting
like a rat in the slammer

for the rest of his life.

Why do you think he did it?

He owed me a life, that's
how much he owed me.

I don't know what to say, Fred.

So shut your big mouth,
please.

I'm warning you Delambre, if you
let go of me to go frolic

in the kitchens of hell,

I promise you I'll put on
my fireman's outfit

to go get you and bring you back
by the scruff of the neck.

That's clearly a threat and trust me
to make good on it.

Provided hell has
handicapped ramps.

I forbid you to be on first-name
terms with me, Captain.

We didn't keep pigs together.

That's for your demon assholes
who have been ruining our lives.

And this is for bringing
death into my house.

Mom's right, if you'd have stopped
that sicko in the first place

instead of identifying with him.

You're proud of yourself, too.

Yes.

Fred.

I think we were a little fast.

Thinking we could just
start over again.

Maybe we need a time-out.

You're going to Ethiopia,
that's the idea.

Just for a year.

We'll see.

I think it's better for us.

Abel was right after all.

You're sleeping with that
Pygmalion asshole in corduroy.

Don't talk to me about
Abel anymore, please.

Yes, I had a relationship with Adrien,
but that was before we got together.

I broke up with him the day
you came back.

I love you, Fred.

I think we need
some time.

I hate to see you go.

I love to watch you go.

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